Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:35 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 232 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.232 By Master Wade The Training of Melissa Chapter Three "Goodness! I think I should have brought my lawyer with me," Melissa said, shaking her head, as Don handed her the contract. It was sixteen pages of single spaced type. "Well, now isn't that something. We've only just begun, and already she's talking about a threesome. What am I going to do with this girl?" He sat down on the couch next to her and kissed her on the cheek. Melissa laughed. "You know what I meant, you silly man. This is rather long though, isn't it? I mean, I type up business deals all the time in the office that are much shorter than this...some of them for really big deals!" "Well, this is a big deal too, little piece. If you don't think so, just wait until you read it. And if you want a lawyer to look at it, by all means do so. But I can promise you, it will make him incredibly hot for you." Don grinned, and thought of the shock it would be for some lawyer to read the contract, knowing that it involved Melissa. "In that case, I know just the lawyer," she said, smiling devilishly. "Before you get yourself in more trouble than you can get out of, would you like to shut up and read the contract?", Don replied, teasingly. Privately, he wondered which lawyer she meant. It would be interesting to know. "Yes, Master," she replied, drawing out the word "Master" theatrically. She began reading. Much to Don's surprise she read through the entire document with no interuptions. He had expected her to stop and question portions of it, or to at least comment on them. He was impressed by the seriousness of her approach. "Well," she began, laying the document in her lap, "there are some parts of it that I'm not sure I approve of altogether. I'm basically a nice girl, believe it or not, and nice girls don't do some of those things. In fact, I'm not sure that anyone does SOME of those things! Are you serious about all of this?" "The contract covers everything that I can think of possibly asking of you. There is no promise that I will require it all of you, and no guarantee that I will not." "But by agreeing to it, I am agreeing that if you request anything that is in here of me, I will do as you ask?" "Exactly." "Could we amend it? Take out the things that bother me?" "You make a list of the things that bother you, and I'll consider it. You can work on your list overnight." "Well, there aren't that many things that bother me, really. The animal sex part bothers me. I don't know that I could do that. And maybe some of the group sex stuff. These are dangerous times we live in, you know. But that's about it. Other than that, I'm okay with it." "The whips and chains don't bother you, huh?", Don asked, smiling. "Well, if I thought you were some kind of serial killer or that you hated women it might, yes. But I'm willing to trust you with those parts. Some of it turns me on, anyway." "The animal sex and group sex parts stay in. You'll have to trust me with those as well." Melissa looked into his eyes. There was no humor in them. "On those parts, you'll have to be very patient and slow with me, if that's what you want. I'm not excited by the animal part, at least not now, but I guess I'm supposed to be willing to do things even if I don't find them exciting. I certainly would never want to disappoint you, if it was something you really wanted a lot. But I do have a certain amount of pride, and class, and I just can't picture myself letting a dog fuck me." "I know. And I agree, you do have a lot of class, and you should always be proud of yourself. Then again, if you didn't have too much class to be fucking dogs it wouldn't be exciting at all for you to do it. Don't worry about that part. It isn't something that is terribly important, and we'll discuss it again, if it ever comes up. As for the group sex...well, I'm not even sure I want that for us, but it does excite me. I'd never want it unless we felt sure it was handled safely, both physically and emotionally, for everyone concerned. It's another area we can discuss at some future time, if we feel the need to." Melissa smiled warmly at him and kissed him softly. "Then it looks like you have a willing slave, Master," she said, sliding from the couch and kneeling at his feet. "I want you to move in as soon as possible," Don said, toying with her hair. "Your training will begin as soon as you do, and as the contract states, it will continue uninterrupted for as long as our relationship lasts. You are sure about this? No more reservations? You're absolutely positive you want to do it?" "Absolutely, Don. Truthfully, after reading the contract, I'm more excited and anxious to begin than ever before. I'm amazed at how well you know me and my fantasies. It's the most exciting and potentially rewarding step I've ever had the opportunity to take, and I can think of no one else in the world that I would trust enough to do it with. For the last few days I've been so excited about it all that I haven't been able to think about anything else, and I really can't wait to begin. I want to be the best slave you could ever own, and I'm thrilled that you want me. Don stood, and unzipping his fly, moved his cock from his pants to her mouth. He took her quickly and unceremoniously, sealing her submission in the age old fashion. Then he carried her into his bedroom where he made love to her slowly and sensuously, freed from the pressure of his own desire for orgasm. In contrast to the lusty and impetuous fucking of her mouth it was incredibly romantic, and in the process of bringing her to orgasm Don brought her also to tears. Over the next several days Melissa moved in. It was marvelous having her around him more often, knowing that she would be there when he got home from work, waking in the mornings to find her there beside him. Don thrilled at having a woman in the home again, seeing her clothes, smelling her perfume, having her constantly available. Melissa, never having lived with a man before, was amused and surprised by how different many of their habits were. But the differences only served to endear Don to her, and she felt herself quickly falling in love with Don, to a much greater extent than she had imagined possible. This new depth of emotional attachment only made her more willing to serve him in the ways that would please him most. The training began slowly, at a pace which was almost frustrating for Melissa. She was eager to serve and to learn just what her new Master wanted of her. But it was a comfortable pace, and one which kept her busy. The first change in their relationship that Melissa noticed was in the way that Don addressed her. He almost never called her by name now, choosing instead to call her a wide variety of things. Sometimes she thought that he chose names for her to test the shock value of them, to see if she would balk at being called his little tramp, or his ass girl, or whatever. She, of course, was required to call him Master, which she did gladly, and she soon became very fond of the names that he called her, no matter how dirty they seemed at first. The truth was that she was all the things he called her...at least for him, and that admission of her surrender and confirmation of his ownership of her became important to her. Don taught her to assume a series of bodily positions which he said were important for her to know. At first it seemed a little bit silly to her, as if she were a trained seal or pet of some kind. But as she learned to assume the positions gracefully and quickly, Don explained the reasons for them, and they became required actions which re-enforced her feelings of submission and made her role as his sex slave even more real to her. Some of them were incredibly erotic, actually, and simply assuming them was enough to make her wet. Don said that was enough justification in itself for requiring them, and Melissa wasn't about to argue with that. One little game that Don liked to play with his new pet was fun for Melissa and one which she especially liked, even though she knew that the world was full of women who would wretch at the idea of it. Though she had never told Don, she thought of it as "playing fetch", and always pictured herself as a pet being called upon to perform for her Master. She rather liked the image it created, actually, and did her best to make her performances always pleasing to him. In "playing fetch", Don would call her to him, usually with some appropriately specific selection of words. For example, if he called, "Come here my little ass fucking girl," Melissa was trained to enter the room and reply along these lines: "I do love to be sodomized, Master". Or perhaps Don would call her to him as his "Darling little leg slut", in which case Melissa would reply, "I do love to show off my pretty legs, Master". There was a whole list of them. The reply for "Come here my horny little slut" would be something like, "I do love to be fucked so much, Master", and for "Come here my sweet little crotch sniffer", "I love the smell of balls and pussy and ass, Master". They were all incredibly naughty, and Melissa enjoyed coming up with the responses. It was easy since the way he called her gave her all the clues she needed where devising a response was concerned. The responses were always honest ones, and the fact that they were excited both of them. But the call to come and the responses were only a part of "playing fetch". Once she responded to his call, Melissa was required to perform further. Sometimes her response was quite natural and required no further vocal commands, such as when she would be called to him as his "Little cock-sucking slave girl" and she would enter the room to see him opening his fly. At other times there were one or two word commands spoken, and Melissa was trained to respond to them appropriately. If the secondary command was "leg show" for example, Melissa was trained to expose her legs fully, whether by raising her skirt or whatever means were necessary, and pose for her Master. The command "nipples" meant that her Master wanted to see her massage her nipples until they were hard. The command "asshole" or "anus" meant that she was to bend over and spread her asscheeks to allow him to examine her anus. Other commands were: "Pussy", "Masturbate", "Tits", "Vibrator", "Clothespins", "Dance", "Hunch", "Leg Cross", "High Heels" and the at first laughable but later highly enjoyable "Cucumber", which gave Melissa a new appreciation for vegetable selection in the supermarket. "Playing fetch" was a game, but Melissa knew that it was also much more than a game, and she never took it too lightly. It was an opportunity for her to show her devotion and submissiveness to her Master, and also a chance to seduce him and bind him to her even more completely by her skill in performing with excellence. Her body was certainly suited for such games of exposure, and she dearly loved showing it off. Besides, "Playing fetch" often led to more intense sexual usage, and Melissa found herself enjoying that more and more. It seemed that the more she got the more she wanted, and with her Master in control of it all, she relaxed and allowed him to set the pace for her, relishing the excitement and pleasure that each day brought. Continued in MRWADE.233.... The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The Mansion, the adult area of Wade's World BBS, (703) 694-5460, Ansi terminal emulation, 8,N,1, 1200-9600 baud.