by Writing Shark
Master caution culture shock
Maybe it’s because you’re tired after the hospital, or because the struggles at home have worn you out. Maybe it’s because you were so worried about Emma, or maybe it’s because you weren’t worried at all. It’s just a crazy time. But whatever it is, you take a step back in shock when you see her.
“Giselle?” Actually, it’s not a question, more of an exclamation. Then you bite your tongue, blink several times, but after pulling yourself together, the French girl is still standing in front of you.
“Hello Master.” Her voice is still exactly the same as it was back then. You shake your head. Just like a week ago. It seems so long, so much has happened and…
“Huh?”
“Hello Master.” She smiles at you, you haven’t seen such a fragile smile in a long time. The gears in your head start moving ponderously, rattling and squeaking until momentum is finally established and you can analyze what just happened. But then the mechanics in your head are blown away. Giselle interlaces her fingers in front of her lap and her gray-blue summer dress crinkles as she sinks to her bare knees. Your mouth drops open as her fingers touch the tips of your sloppy shoes, and you see her slender waistline peeking out from under the fabric. A thin strip of skin is visible between her hairline and her shoulder area as she tilts her head and her lips touch your feet. It’s a gentle peck she lays on you, then her fingers slide back over your shoes as she rises and then stands before you as if nothing had happened.
“Uh…” Your tortured head hangs a few seconds behind reality and so the girl waits patiently with that dainty smile on her lips while you begin to comprehend the incomprehensible. Giselle Auriol is here. She is standing in front of you. In your driveway. And she just kissed your feet like you were a fucking king or something. Wait… “Master?” Giselle nods without looking at you.
“Yes master.”
“Yeah… okay…” There was something else… wait… Then it dawns on you and you widen your eyes. Giselle has kissed your feet. In the middle of the late afternoon! You gasp for air and look around in panic. You see several people going about their lives on the sidewalks and in the gardens. There’s Miss Smith, your overweight neighbor, white as a sheet, talking to her husband Chris. The two argue often and it has already come to some slaps in the open but everyone in the neighborhood knows they only do it because no one else is interested in their lives or anything else they do. But now the two of them stand gawking in the garden, having forgotten their quarrel and watching a young, damn pretty girl kissing the neighbor’s boy’s feet. You don’t have time for the two of them, have more important things to do like… “Uh… Hello…”
“Hello Master” says the girl without batting an eye. Why does she call me master…?
“Why do you call me M…M…Fuck! Master?” Your head has surely already been damaged but you still keep trying to get something out of this completely insane situation.
“Because you are my master…master.” And there’s that smile again which you find so enchanting about her….
“Wait…” You don’t know if that’s for you or for the girl. Concentrate! “Okay…” several times you take a breath. “Okay. Why are you calling me… fuck! Shit!” It’s maddening, if you weren’t already mad. “Oh fuck it,” is the best you can come up with. “Come on in first.”
“Thanks Master.” Giselle starts moving and is already next to you with her two big suitcases when it comes back to you. Roughly, you grab the girl and spin her around on her heel. Her dress is curling in the afternoon sun and Chris Smith is looking at you as if you’d smacked him. You’d stare too, but the neighbors see you touch the pretty girl and put her back where she was before. Great. Right back where we started. What’s Giselle Auriol doing on my doorstep?! Then your eyes get big again, your mouth opens again, but this time it’s not because of the speech. She calls me master! Why? Oh no, that’s not why I’m freaking out right now. Only now do you notice the two large suitcases standing next to the slender girl.
“What’s that?” you ask, but your throat is already dry.
“My belongings, master.”
“Yes, I know!” you hiss and start to really panic. Inside are your parents, outside is Giselle, and your brain is overheating more and more by the second. “But why do you have your stuff with you?” You really don’t want to sound angry, and your questions are more akin to horrified sobs in the face of your world’s demise, not an attack on the girl who is most definitely not doing this by herself… Melina!
“I need them to serve you Master” Giselle says softly without looking at you. Her voice is so tender and her face so impassive. You remember the wild night, Denise and her fingers between her legs while Melina pressed the French girl’s head on your cock with all her might. Melina. Now your brain can process it.
“Where is Melina?” you ask Giselle.
“In Seaview Master.”
“Pfft, of course,” you laugh, and it sounds really catty. You just saved Emma and Carrie is still out there, making plans, tactics, preparing for the next sleep. Like Melina would just send Giselle to you like that. As if Melina would…Giselle…just like that…shiiiiiiitshetotallywould… “Melina sent you to me just like that.” Giselle nods and you didn’t ask a question either.
“It was her last act as mistress” Giselle explains dryly.
“My God,” you gasp, “Had she… what happened?” You’re already fearing the worst, and you realize with surprise how much it hits you to think something might have happened to Melina. Then you’re really angry at yourself as you realize that this worry surprises you.
“I’m sure she’s fine Master,” Giselle says. “She just didn’t want me anymore.” Oh if it’s nothing more…
“Uh… I’m… sorry… about that?”
“Thank you master. But I’m even happier now. I’m yours now.”
“Yeah so… wait…” And then, finally, the thought sinks in, planting and thriving fruit. “WHAT?!” Mister and Miss Smith, that badly-acting black couple, gape over at you as your voice echoes through the neighborhood.
“Yes. My former mistress wants only the best for me and has left me in your care.”
“Yeah…I get it…but…what?”
“She wanted me to be happy master. You want that too she said.”
“Yes I do… yes, definitely… but…” Adrenaline makes your skin tingle as you realize more and more what is happening. Still, you notice how you are not in control of the situation, something you can no longer afford. Giselle opens her mouth, but you raise your hand decisively, stretch your finger and forcefully silence her. Her obedience stings you, something else you have to correct, you don’t want anything bad to happen to Giselle. And certainly not from you, who already fucked her half out of her mind once without even really knowing her last name. You do what you swore to do and take over the situation like a man.
‘Like a man’ in this case means turning your back on the girl, the Smiths, and the world, your finger still raised, and scurrying quickly into the house.
“Finn?” you hear your father’s voice from the living room. Oh yeah, there was that thing. Fuck. Without further ado, you walk into the living room and look at your parents. “What’s wrong?” your father asks. But how are you going to answer him. There’s this girl outside dad, she’s my slave. Actually she was the slave of the girl who helped me fuck my sisters, but now she’s mine. I don’t know why, but I’m going to look into it.
“I have to do something” you just say instead and go upstairs to your room without turning around.
“Finn!” Okay, now your mom is almost yelling.
“What’s going on Biggie?” asks Megan, expecting good news from you. How could it be otherwise?
“Well, as far as mum and dad are concerned I’ve got everything under control… I think” you say and pucker up. “But… fuck I don’t know how to say it.”
“What?” asks Maureen, and Millie looks at you tensely. There’s no sane way to explain this to the girls, so you just blurt it out.
“Giselle is downstairs at the door, suitcase and all. Says she’s mine now, Melina left her to me. And that’s all I know.” You just shrug your shoulders and wave your hands helplessly. Your sisters just stare at you, and again you can understand their reaction.
“What… the hell…” growls Maureen and that actually makes you laugh.
“Finn Lynchwood!” booms from downstairs. Your father yells as you grab your backpack.
“Listen, she can’t live here” is all you say as you hastily stuff various things into your backpack. “Can you please…”
“Finn Lynchwood!” Now your mother yells.
“Go on,” Megan says urgently, smiling. “We love you.” You return the smile and look your sisters in the eye, then shoulder your backpack and turn to leave.
“Wait!” exclaims Millie as you’ve already opened the door. She comes running toward you, throwing herself into your arms, and you lift her up and kiss her firmly on the mouth. Her smile accompanies you downstairs to the stairs.
“Finn, who is that?” your mother asks, boiling in anger. Of course the two of them have looked to see what the commotion is about but you don’t have time for your heart to drop.
“A friend, mom,” you say without looking at your mother and hurry into the kitchen. You stuff half the fruit basket into your backpack, oranges, apples and bananas, plus two large bottles of water. Then you’re back in the living room.
“Explanations!” hisses your father, white as a sheet with anger. “Now!”
“This is Giselle and I’ll take care of her” you say without looking at your parents.
You could never do them justice and it’s not their fault. You stand by your sisters, you love them and you love all your other wonderful girls. And Giselle, you owe it to her. You don’t know what kind of sick shit Melina came up with and you should be pissed that she just put another life in your hands like that. But you’re not. You’re not angry. The truth is you like seeing Giselle again. And it’s Melina you’re talking about. She has a plan, and it’s a good one, even if you don’t understand what it is. Okay, maybe she’s just trying to piss me off. Fucking bitch. But you’re smiling as you disappear out the door.
“Hello master” says Giselle again who hasn’t moved an inch. Then she waits for you, her head lowered and that smile again….
“Okay.” One last time you take a breath. Come on you son of a… nice stepmom! Get a hold of yourself! Be the man you want to be! And you are. And you are eternally grateful that your girls made you that man. “Okay. Giselle. I want you to be happy, too.”
“Thank you, master.”
“Good. This is important now. Did you tell my parents anything?”
“No master. I’m only allowed to talk to you.”
“So you didn’t say anything when my parents… Okay, that’s why they were so angry.”
“I’m sorry master if I disappointed you.” Gisele turns around, bends over and pulls up her dress.
“Holy shit!” chimes in from the other garden but you’re already rushing forward, stopping Giselle from undressing in front of you and the (fake) arguing Smiths.
“It’s okay” you reassure the girl and turn her (a little too roughly but still carefully) around again. Giselle is really tender and light and you remember how you lifted her on your throbbing cock while Melina massaged your balls. No! Fuck! Get a hold of yourself! “Actually they’re not pissed because of you” you say instead of pulling the girl over your cock like a doll. Fuck where did these thoughts come from?
“What can I do to help you make your parents happy?” That’s really sweet of Giselle, especially since this open-ended question reminds you of the girl you met on the roof of the diner, not the slave sex toy of Melina.
“Not much” you smirk and actually the corners of her mouth twitch when she sees your smile. “It’s me actually” you grin even more. “I fuck all my sisters, remember?”
“Of course” says Giselle. “And other girls too.” It sounds so natural the way she says it. “That’s why my former mistress sent me to you, too. She thought it would be good for you and…” Now Giselle looks almost guilty. “And for me.”
“For you, too?” Well okay, I’m certainly a better master than Melina, considering how she uses my plastic dick. Wait… what am I thinking? Master?
“Yes,” says Giselle. You blink again. You’ve never seen that smile on her face before. The smile is different and it reminds you of… “Because I’m in love with you.”
“What do you mean ‘Be grateful to me’?” you screech into your phone. Head bright red, you wander across your school’s empty parking lot, shouting into the piece of plastic and rare earth metals that cost you a ton of money. At least you can be glad that Melina took your call at all. She could have had fun making you squirm like a fish on a hook. Now, on the other hand, you’re a two-thousand-pound shark fighting the line with all your might. And you put up a good fight. “She stood at my door and said I was her master!”
“Then act like it!” Melina screetches back. On closer inspection it is strange that she reacts so thin-skinned to you, but this can have many reasons. Maybe she’s angry that her toy is interested in you, or maybe your reaction doesn’t satisfy her. “You moron!”
“You can’t just send her to me!”
“Of course I can! Just look at her! We can do anything we want to her!” You turn your eyes to your car. Giselle is sitting in her seat, looking at you blankly while her fingers rest quietly on the seatbelt. She seems more like she’s waiting for you than afraid of the screaming. You shake your head but Melina isn’t done yet. “And I did! I told her what to do! And so should you, you bonehead!”
“I can’t give orders to anyone! Giselle is…”
“Giselle is no different than your Emma or your little sister! God you wanted Denise too!” That hit home. And fiercely so. But as usual, Melina is right and she continues to build on the crushing blow. No mercy for poor Finn. “You rule your girls because it’s what’s best for them and you know it! Fucking hell if I had known you were such a fucking pussy I would have thought it through more.”
“You didn’t think this through at all you…. mean thing!” That’s all you like to throw at her. You’re fucking scared of Melina Monroe and her brutal but effective doctrine. “My parents cut me open like a tauntaun when I bring her home. I have to take care of my girls Melina” you say a little calmer. This argument has always worked so far.
“Fuck you!” So far. “Giselle is one of your girls now too.” You press the phone closer to your ear. There’s something in the redheaded girl’s voice you don’t know, and it confuses you. “For someone who sticks his dick in the cunts of half his family and friends, you really have no idea. What the fuck happened to you Finn? Who has your balls?”
“Nobody has my balls,” you reply feebly.
“Oh yeah, then where are they? Where are the mighty, big, powerful balls I love to have in my mouth?” Images flash before your eyes, Giselle suckling at your tip, Melina beneath you, half her face hidden by your spear.
“That’s not fair Melina.” Okay, even to you that sounded weak, and the girl laughs dirty.
“Who says life has to be fair?” Wait… Melina sounds…
“Melina?” The line is silent and again it’s the waitress from Seaview saving your ass. You have time to think. And then, finally, you realize it but of course, she’s faster than you.
“Fuck you, asshole!” But this time it’s not an attack. Melina is sad. “Giselle doesn’t have to sleep or live with you. She’s a smart girl. And so am I. Of course we have a plan. Stupid fucking idiot. Thinks he knows everything better.”
“But… Fuck Melina what’s wrong?”
“Ask that your new sex toy.” You know her voice, and you haven’t heard Melina like this before. Her voice is brittle.
“Melina, she said she loved me.” Again, it sounds almost like an accusation. How can that be?
“And do you have any reason not to believe her? Girls fall in love Finn. Usually with nice boys. And Giselle, unfortunately, fell in love with a jerk who didn’t see it.” You turn back to Giselle who is still looking at you… and smiling slightly.
“Melina you know my life” you whisper into the phone and turn away from the car. “This can’t be good for her.”
“She doesn’t decide what’s good for her Finn. We do.” A contemptuous snort. “Well, you do from now on.”
“Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to Giselle?” It’s not an accusation, and Melina doesn’t take it as one. You’re not yelling anymore, either. “I don’t know anything about her. Okay, she loves me and I… fuck… I don’t even know her. How can I be there for her when…” But Melina has had enough of your excuses.
“I’m not doing this just for you Finn” the girl explains over the phone. “I know Geselle will be happy with you.” Now she gets quiet and her voice is almost a whisper. “You have the best qualifications to take care of her. I don’t know what you think of me but if my girlfriend tells me she wants to be yours, I’ll do what’s right for her.” You feel sick. Your stomach turns and fills with toxic waste as needles drive through your guts.
“Melina… fuck…”
“Yes, you said it. I told her you won’t want her, that you don’t have time for her. I told her you have too many girls and that I love her.” Then there is silence on the other end of the line. Nothing happens for a long time and you feel the warm wind on your skin. Is Melina also outside at the moment while she is tearing you apart over the distance? Does she feel the same wind on her skin? Does it feel like a cold polar night to her while you’re taking her girlfriend from her? “I told her you are too stupid and don’t realize when a girl falls in love with you who doesn’t know how to express her feelings for you.” Then Melina waits in your place as you take your turn feverishly thinking.
“Melina…” You breathe in and out slowly. You know what to say, what to do. It’s simple and you’ve done it so many times. You’re a kind person, often enough anyway. And you don’t feel good at the thought of Melina all alone in Seaview. “Giselle is an intelligent, beautiful girl. She knows what she wants, and we both need to respect that.” Then you look around one last time, searching for the French girl, finding her still in the same place in the car, still eyeing you. And you smile at her. “I will be a good master to her Melina, don’t worry. I know how it feels to be afraid. I know how you feel to let Giselle go, someone you hoped would stay by your side forever.”
“Asshole.” But it doesn’t sound angry.
“I’ll take good care of her,” you smile into the phone. “Don’t worry.” Silence again but you hear birds chirping on the other end of the line. Yes, she is outside. “Look up in the sky Melina. Giselle is here with me and she’ll be looking at the same sky as you are right now. And she’ll know she owes it all to you, whatever you two crazy chicks have been up to.”
“Stupid romantic fucker.” A soft sigh. “Well, it doesn’t help. At least Giselle found her way to you.” What’s that supposed to mean? “She’ll make a good pet for you, I promise. She’s low maintenance and listens to on word.” And then Melina giggles. “But you already know that.” Then she gets serious again. “Take good care of her, got it? Take good care of her and make sure she’s happy. If I find out you’re indulging her or spoiling her, I’ll slaughter you, got it?”
“Got it,” you say, grinning. “And I’ll call you if I have any questions.”
“Don’t underestimate your pet. Giselle is so well behaved, she’ll let you know what she needs to serve you. And… oh fuck. Give her a kiss for me.” Then the line goes dead and Melina leaves you to wonder how and, more importantly, when to kiss the fragile-looking girl.
You put your phone in your pocket and breathe in the fresh air of the schoolyard. Then you look up at the sky. I wonder if Melina is doing the same. In any case, you have experienced a whole new image of the strong girl that has surprised you not a little. A good sign is that it was not the biggest surprise of the day, but on the other hand, hardly anything can top the possession of a human being. You smirk. Of course Melina was right and the images of Millie, Emma and Denise, and then even Susan and Claire flit past your inner eyes. It’s true that you already have experience in… dealing with girls like that. The five of them just show their affection differently than Giselle does and you just can’t let yourself see Giselle with different eyes than your other girls. Now she is already one of my girls? That was fast. But the other members of your harem have also told you explicitly.
“No more doubts.” And with that, it’s decided. You turn to the car and get behind the wheel. The door stays open, the air is fresh and warm and smells of possibilities and challenges.
For several minutes, you’ve been sitting next to Giselle in your car. You just stare outside while people pass by behind the glass windows, going about their day. All this time, Giselle still hasn’t said anything. You wonder why you went to your school. It’s probably some trained reflex. Otherwise, you like going to school as much as any other normal student, and yet here you are. With Giselle. She waits patiently and looks out the window as if nothing has happened, maybe she is a bit more tense but you haven’t seen her often enough to be able to interpret her body language. You can hardly say anything about the girl in the gray-blue dress sitting next to you.
Apart from Melina, you were alone maybe once or twice, three times if you consider the toilet break in which Melina washed your cum off her face. You didn’t talk much, although you admit that after the fuckfest with the two girls you weren’t really able to formulate coherent sentences. And there’s something else you admit. The few, short conversations with Giselle were interesting and sometimes even funny. And maybe you were wrong in your assessment of her. The thought does not worry you. In your current situation you analyze your surroundings clinically, objectively and analytically, at least with the small part of your brain that is registered for emergencies. Like the prehistoric people who had to be afraid of wolves, bears and snakes. The rest of your brain has been turned into pink slush by Melina and is only slowly putting itself back together.
But I know Giselle. Somewhat, anyway. It’s not hard to guess what’s going on in a girl who submits so much to other people, and you’re worried about what it might be. At the same time, you’re angry at Melina for just throwing you into this situation. But you have to put that behind you and the drumming of your fingers on the steering wheel distracts you enough to focus on what’s most important.
“So you love me?” you ask without looking at the girl. You fear when you look into her faithful eyes that you won’t be able to resist Geselle. It’s not her submission, you know you can be a good master to her, you already proved it in a small way with Denise. You can’t look at her because you know you’ll find nothing but trust in her eyes and if there’s anything that drives you, it’s that. Giselle trusts you, even if she barely knows you. And Melina was right about that too. It doesn’t take much to fall in love with a person. You are the best example of that. But Giselle needs a master who puts her above his needs, you know that. It’s not about Giselle serving you, it’s the other way around. You’re not afraid of that thought anymore. You just need your time to figure out how to make happy this girl you know so little happy.
“Yes” she answers softly and smiles. She almost seems shy, maybe even a little ashamed, but most of all she seems relieved. A good start. “I am sorry that I am projecting something onto you, Master. I know that I am unworthy of your love and of course I don’t expect any reciprocation or…”
“Don’t talk,” you interrupt her. You do this on purpose and it has the desired effect. Giselle relaxes as she feels your hand on her thigh and your influence over her. With your first command you accept your responsibility and also show her that from now on you are above her. “It’s alright” you say further and stroke the fabric of her dress. I wonder if she’s naked underneath. Fuck, Melina sent her to me. Of course she’s naked underneath. “I respect your decision Giselle. Okay, I don’t really understand it but I know what love feels like and you have nothing to worry about.” Her brown eyes meet you and you see joy in them, which in turn makes you feel good. “You may speak again now.”
“Thank you Master,” the girl says and now her fingers close tighter around the strap in front of her chest, “And thank you for taking me as your own. I will serve you well, I promise.” You clench your teeth briefly, but show no outward doubt.
“I know,” you say instead. “I’ve seen how… hmph… well-behaved you are, and that Melina had such a hard time letting you go is a testament to her affection for you as well as your qualities. You’re smart, I like that, and I think you’ll…hmm…fit in well with me. Yes, I’m honored that you chose me.” Talking about a girl like that feels wrong and very very strange but for Giselle Auriol it’s just the right thing to do.
“Thank you Master” she beams and for her reserved behavior the little bit of white of her teeth you see through her smile is a true burst of emotion. “It was you who took possession of me. I will be eternally grateful to my former mistress for leaving me to you and for allowing me to fulfill my destiny.”
“Yeah, uh, we can decide later… oh crap, okay, I’ll decide later which one of us picked who.” You actually have to grin slightly as you see the happy expression on her face.
“And it is a true honor for me to serve you Master. My former mistress saw how I feel about you and was kind enough to release me. Yes, it hurts her and I stand ready for punishment if you wish to lessen her suffering.”
“That, uh, won’t be necessary,” you wave it off quickly. “Melina knew how you felt and only wanted what was best for you.” Giselle nods to that as you rub your hand over the back of your head. It’s been a stressful few hours today, and as the evening begins to draw in, you feel the tension slowly ease. It seems that as crazy as everything is, you are slowly moving into a state of acceptance where you can do more than just react. You even manage a smile as you think about what you’re going to do with Melina the next time you see her. But that, if at all, is still a long way off. Giselle, however, is very close to you and you also realize that you enjoy it. It’s not the same rush that comes over you when Denise puts on her collar and ears. You know that there is a purpose behind these gestures that you know and support, a person you appreciate and love. The motives of Giselle, on the other hand, are still unknown to you and even though she would definitely go further here and now than you would ever trust yourself to do with Denise, you still always have the feeling that there is something dark haunting Gselle. And you don’t like that. It will take time to explore what’s going on inside the girl and you look to the future with the same nervous anticipation you done with Maureen.
The thought of your big sister brings you back home to your parents. You exhale and drum your fingers on the steering wheel again while the girl next to you doesn’t move. There is still so much to learn about her and you wonder if Giselle knows how fascinating she is to you. But now you, your desires and thoughts and your twitching cock are not important. Now Giselle is important.
“How did you actually get here?” you ask and cleverly change the subject. Then you remember that you don’t need any skill with the girl, but you use it anyway. You made her laugh because you treated her like a human being, not the sex toy Melina – and you, too, sometimes – see in her.
“By bus master” says Giselle immediately.
“That must have been expensive” you grumble.
“No master, it was easy.” You turn pale in the face as you realize what Melina might have asked of Giselle.
“Did you… No, I don’t want to know.” Just the fact that the girl has already taken a breath to answer you makes your stomach do somersaults. But yes, you think of the girls in such a way that these kinds of games are part of their lives. How far can you get only with blowjobs and your cute eyes? Even bus drivers have to… no, don’t think about it. And don’t think about whether Giselle expects the same from you… Shit… Instead of looking at how much money Giselle has in her wallet you try to solve a problem that you can actually solve. “You can’t stay over at my place” you grunt, thinking about your parents.
“That’s okay master. I have enough money on me for a hotel room.”
“Oh thank God,” you breathe out.
“I won’t be a burden to you Master.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I just thought… oh, forget it.” You force out a smile. “It’s not because of you that you can’t spend the night at my place, okay?”
“Of course Master.”
“Does it have to be Master? Can’t you say Finn?”
“I can say whatever you want master.”
“Okay, then just call me Finn.”
“Okay Master Finn.” Your forehead sinks to the steering wheel.
“Just Finn” you mumble, fighting down a tired but amused smile, and loosing.
“I have to call you master Master Finn. You’re my master, Master Finn.” Now you truly have to laugh. Actually, it’s kind of cute, if the situation weren’t so serious.
“Okay, forget it. I’ll deal with that later.” You lift your head and turn it to the girl. You look at her and think. The ‘master’ thing has given you an idea.
“Have you eaten anything today?” Giselle shakes her head. It’s a long way from Seaview, and it’s even longer by bus and you suggest that it’s in your responsibility to make your slave eat.
Half an hour later, you watch contentedly as Giselle shoves her third cheeseburger into her mouth, clutching her cup of Coke like the holy grail as you steer the car through the evening streets. You paid for the meal and Giselle wanted to say something but you weren’t in the mood for an argument over a Cheeseburger. You know a hotel a little out of town that’s quiet and where you can put her up. You may have two hundred dollars left in your wallet, but that should be enough for two or three nights, and if Giselle contributes, it might be enough for a little more. In any case also for the cab to the city if you can’t pick her up. But you haven’t told her that yet and you’re a little afraid of her reaction to it. For now you take care of the next problem and look into the future when you have solved the problems of the present.
It’s futile, but you don’t want to turn Giselle away. You even imagine her standing lonely by the road like a robot left behind that no one wants anymore, and at the thought you tighten your grip on the steering wheel. A glance to the side and you calm down again. Giselle Ariol looks really cute when she suckles on the straw of her coke and sighs contentedly while thanking you with her sweet eyes.
Finally, you turn into the parking lot of the hotel. The multi-story building looks inviting and doesn’t give the impression of a cheap flophouse you go to for a quick fuck with a cheap hooker, something that suits you just fine.
“I’m sorry it has to be like this” you say apologetically but of course the French girl doesn’t mind.
“It’s okay Master Finn” she says, “The only thing that matters to me is that you are happy with this arrangement.”
“I am,” you say, not really lying. You are satisfied that you have found a solution, even if you wished for something better for her. But that comes later. “Come” you say kindly and swing out of the car. The next challenge comes right after as the girl holds out her petite arms for her two large suitcases. “Let me do that” you say but startle at the expression on her face.
“But I am your servant Master Finn” she says as if you have just announced to her that she is useless and worthless. She is really shocked and you put the suitcases down next to your feet. She’s about to bend over to take the load off you, coming excitingly close to your crotch, but you put your hand on her shoulder. Good boy, praises your drill sergeant. Even he is uncomfortable watching the girl carry the bags.
“I want to carry the bags for you Giselle. That’s an order.”
“Yes Master Finn.”
“Oh man,” you groan, but have to grin. Then you lift the suitcases and walk towards the entrance of the hotel, Giselle humbly always a step behind you, slightly off to the side, arms crossed in front of your lap.
“Good evening” you greet the receptionist.
“A room for two?” he asks hospitably, and only now you realize that you hadn’t been thinking about yourself at all. You could let the girl stay here alone for the night. Yea, you could. And you couldn’t be more of an asshole. She said she loved you and you… Well, sharing a room for a night is the last thing I can do. And you don’t think that just to fuck with her later on. For real!
“Uh… yeah, okay” you shrug and pay the man with the money you got from Karen. This uses up almost your last reserves but it has to be done. Again Giselle opens her mouth but you don’t look at her and she stays quiet.
“Do you need help with your luggage ma’am?” the receptionist asks quite politely, addressing Giselle directly.
“No thank you” she answers. “My master wants to carry the luggage himself and…” You fall around her neck laughing in panic and put your hand over her mouth.
“Oh honey” you laugh out loud. “Please don’t play your games. The poor man could believe that.” Then you look to the man who is looking at you like you were a pervert. “Pfft…Girls am I right? You know how it is” you laugh.”Always wanting and embarrassing us boys.” But Giselle looks dead serious and apparently doesn’t understand the situation. Or she understands it and finds nothing wrong with presenting herself as your slave in front of strangers. You don’t know what’s crazier. The receptionist looks at you skeptically, and you wave him off with wild gestures and a panicked laugh, making a fool of yourself as you struggle Giselle and her suitcases into the elevator.
“Wait,” the man suddenly calls, holding out his arm. “Your key… sir.” You lunge forward and ram your shoulder hard against the closing door. You almost fall out of the booth, but still hold on. In any case, you can never return to this hotel. “Here you go,” the man says, and you just smile sheepishly without looking at him. “Ma’am.” Giselle is silent and says nothing. “Inform me ma’am, should you need help with anything, or with someone.” But Giselle says nothing. Apparently she’s following your lead, of all things.
“It’s okay mister,” you just laugh, “Pfft… women…” Okay, that wasn’t helpful. Anyway, you’re not really acting like a pimp or anything, and that’s something positive.
Then the elevator doors close and you’re alone in the car. You groan again, lean against the wall of the cabin and again almost trip over the two carelessly lying suitcases. But then you have to laugh at the thought of what happened and when you look at Giselle, she actually has to grin, too. Then the corners of her mouth pull up even higher and a soft giggle escapes her throat while you wipe your face, exhausted and relieved.
Your suite is large, suitable for a double room. Two beds in two separate little departments and even a tiny bath. You put the suitcases down and look around the room while Giselle stops behind you, seemingly waiting for something. You wave her in and take off your shoes.
“Come on,” you beckon her. Giselle enters like a tame animal that has been shipped to a new environment and you watch her moved and also a bit horny as she proceeds into the room and looks around. Then she sits down on the bed, bobs up and down a bit and puts her hands in her lap. “What is it?” you ask her as she looks at you questioningly.
“Do you have an order for me Master Finn?” Her voice is so soft and you kind of dig the slight French accent she displays, though you can’t be sure if she’s just playing it.
“Not yet,” you mumble, “we just got here.” This brings life to the girl and she smiles as she lifts herself up, turns around and then sinks back onto the bed. On all fours, she stretches her butt out to you and pulls her dress up.
“Then I am now ready for my punishment Master Finn.” You stand there like a Neanderthal, arms limp beside you and mouth agape. At least you were right in guessing that Giselle is naked under her dress and you can see her round buttocks and her pink slit already glistening a bit, but that doesn’t make things any better. Your cock is pounding against its prison and you are surprised yourself how your body reacts to the girl on the bed. It seems that Giselle knows ways and means to awaken a primal lust in you that you hardly knew. The girl spreads her legs a little wider and looks at you over her shoulder. Her hair is in her face and her expression is serious and determined. “I embarrassed you in the lobby Master Finn. I need to be punished for that.”
“Giselle…”
“And then again when I didn’t offer myself to you in the elevator,” She considers for a moment. “And then because I interrupted you just now.” She means it, that’s for sure. And everyone in the room is aware of your painful erection throbbing and pounding between your legs.
“Did Melina always punish you?” you ask, and Giselle nods.
“I don’t usually know what I’m doing right without your guidance Master Finn” she explains. Stupid she is not. She quickly realized that you are not the type of uncontrolled hitter. But your night together was uninhibited and unrestrained, and it was awesome. It’s not like you don’t have a history together.
Dry-mouthed, you move closer to the girl. The memory of her tight holes is still in your mind and will not leave it. Gisell was an incredible fuck, wild and submissive at the same time. And you never had to wonder if you were going too far, never had to think about the future. It was easy with her and Melina. Simple, awesome sex.
And you are already close behind her. The bulge in your pants presses into her one asscheeks while she wiggles her ass slightly for you. Your hands rest at her side, feeling how hot her skin is under your fingertips. You look at her slender body and remember her surprising strength and the wildness slumbering beneath the surface as you penetrated her again and again. So well trained, yet so tight.
“You are mine,” you murmur, and Giselle nods.
“Thank you for taking me Master Finn.” Your fingers glide over her soft, white skin. You can still remember how you painted over the red handprints of Melina with your own, larger prints and how much Giselle moaned in pleasure and pain beneath you.
“You want it, don’t you?”
“I want what you want Master Finn.”
“You want to be fucked. By me.” You rub the bulge in your pants through her wet opening and her juices stain the fabric of your pants dark.
“Yes Master Finn.” Her voice is controlled and calm. She knows exactly what she wants. It puts you at ease.
“You want to come into my world, into my harem. You want to be with me.”
“Yes Master Finn.” Your hands grip her bottom tighter and pull her towards you.
“You want to be punished because it makes you horny and because you know it makes me horny.”
“It doesn’t matter if it makes me horny Master Finn. All that matters is that it makes you horny.”
“Say you want to make love to me.” You lean over and kiss her warm ass while your hands roam over her sides.
“I want to make love to you Master Finn.”
“Say you want to be with me.” You bite into her skin, just a little, feeling the tremors running through her body.
“I want to be with you Master Finn.” Then you rise and look at her.
“Look ahead.” Giselle obeys immediately. You slip down your pants, take off your shoes, and the last thing you do is throw your shirt aside. “Now tell me you love me.”
“I love you Master Finn.” And you smile. You’re glad because you don’t have to see Giselle Aoriol to see the smile on her face. It’s a good sign, you at least already know her well enough to know her true feelings. And you know her well enough to sleep with her. Yes, it’s easy with Giselle. You just have to grab her, she’s ready for you.
And then, suddenly, you are sitting next to her on the bed. Your hand is still on her back but instead of penetrating her wet pussy she pulls her gray-blue dress down over her butt. Giselle looks at you in bewilderment and is so confused that she sits on her heels without asking.
“Don’t you like me Finn?” She asks and you giggle. That you don’t fuck her hard has her so confused that she finally addresses you properly, at least for the moment.
“No, Giselle,” you say, patting her waist a little. “I like you a lot.”
“But then why don’t you punish me?” She waits a bit, then her eyes widen. “Master!” Already she wants to get back into the position for her punishment but you gently but firmly stop her.
“If Megan and I punished each other every time we embarrassed each other, we’d beat the living daylights out of each other.” But Giselle doesn’t understand. “You didn’t do anything wrong in the foyer,” you explain gently. “That was funny.” Then you shrug “Okay, of course I got the punchline again and now I’m considered a pimp here or something, but I don’t care.”
“I don’t understand… Master Finn…”
“You did everything right Giselle” you declare firmly. “And I don’t punish my girls for that, okay?” It takes a while, but finally, Giselle Auriol nods slowly and hesitantly. That she’s not being punished throws her off more than if your hands were to beat her entire rear end red. You shake your head, but you also realize that the idea of punishing this beautiful girl doesn’t take you away as much as it should. Melina has also left her perverted traces in you. And to see Maureen tied up with her bra was also hot. You rise and your abdomen twitches with laughter as you see the eyes of the girl in the room turn to your erection like magnets. “Today was a long and fucking, fucking weird day” you proclaim and stretch. Intentionally, you arch your back, enjoying the girl’s stares. Then you look around the room and find the door into the bathroom. “I’m going to take a nice, cold shower now.”
“Would you like me to accompany you Master Finn?” Giselle sits up straighter and immediately looks lively again. But you shake your head.
“No, that’s okay. Unpack your stuff and if you feel like it, pick something on TV.
“If I…feel…like it?” Oh yeah, just think about Denise and it’ll be easier.
“I mean: Wait until I’m done. After that, you go take a shower. Then we’ll see.” You smile at her and disappear into the shower. You’re going to need the cold water, and more importantly, you’re going to enjoy it.
When you leave the bathroom, enough time has passed for Giselle to settle in the room. The sun is slowly setting and you are getting hungry, having had no lunch.
“Hey Giselle” you say and look around the room. The girl is standing by a closet and is just now leaning into it. She is indeed wearing underwear, albeit just underwear. But it’s actually normal black underwear and nothing fancy or kinky. When she hears your voice she straightens up and turns to you.
“I hope you like me like this Master Finn” Giselle smiles charmingly and shows you clearly that she is aware of her appearance.
“Absolutely” you say, making her laugh. It’s a good feeling even though your throat tightens at the thought of not sleeping with her tonight. God how you’d love to sleep with her, your Giselle. But first you have to take care of the things that keep the girl in your life. You have to inform your other girls. You have to make one, no several plans. And all that in one night. You draw in your lips and look at the girl a little longer. Then you point to the bathroom. “Get ready.”
“Yes Master Finn” she says but you stop his.
“One more order first.”
“Anything you want Master Finn.” You click your tongue.
“One of the two you leave out.” She looks at you questioningly. “Master or Finn, understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” Then she goes to the door of the bathroom, but stops in the passage. “Master.” Okay, at least she has her own will… kind of.
The conversation with Megan and your sisters is easy, but that doesn’t surprise you. By now it is quite normal that you integrate girls into your harem and even if you ask them all, Maureen makes it most clear.
“Tell my little brother that he doesn’t have a choice” you hear her beautiful voice through the line, and Megan calmly delivers the message. As the splash of the shower comes from the bathroom, you tell your wombat of your woes. However, you have already had sex in the shower so many times, it would almost seem ridiculous if you gave in to your desire now. Under the laughter of Megan you have to admit that it hurts you not to be allowed to jerk off.
“Do you want your sisters who love you to put on a show for you?” asks Megan with a wink, and you both laugh. Then you laugh even harder as you see the longing look on your older sister’s face behind Megan and your sister points it out.
“That would be awesome honey,” you laugh, “But the phone is just too small to capture your sparkle.” Your wombat’s pouting almost makes you go crazy. She’s so good at it, playing the miffed little sister like no other. But just one more misstep and your parents will burn you at the stake. The news of how angry they still are at you doesn’t make it any better and Maureen bravely takes it upon herself to tell them that you are sleeping out tonight.
You just finished talking to Millie and ended the call when Giselle steps out of the shower and stands indecisively in front of the door. She has a towel wrapped around her body and is even holding the fabric with her hands, something that seems odd considering the situation.
“What should I do now Master?” she asks, sounding hesitant. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had time to think in the shower. You could slap yourself but you just have to look at her, her slender legs, the soft pale skin, her petite breasts pushed up by the towel and her wet hair lying in her face. “Do you want me to get naked?” But you shake your head.
“You’re beautiful enough as it is.” And Giselle blushes, looks down at the floor and smiles.
“Thank you master.” While she’s not looking, you shake yourself back to consciousness. You have a plan. And really, you should be used to the sight of beautiful girls by now. But it’s like the first time every time, with Giselle and every one of your girls.
“Are you hungry?” you ask. Actually, she’s already eaten but Giselle nods anyway. You lean to the side on the bed and grab your backpack. “Here,” you say and hand her one of your bananas. Giselle looks at the fruit, then looks at you.
“Should I…” She seems a bit confused and you need a few seconds too.
“No damn it!” you laugh out loud and groan. This girl is really naughty but your cock twitches at the thought of Giselle and the banana. “Eat this while I order something to our room.” The girl nods and you watch her secretly (completely openly) as she puts the banana in her delicate mouth.
Ordering food to your room is really a stupid idea, but you’re just too tired to get dressed and go downstairs. With a little twitch in your conscience, you listen into the phone.
“Hello? Yes, I’d like to order something to eat. Room 82, yes, for me the steak and for… for my girlfriend the pasta. Thank you.” Then you hang up and pause. Calling her your girlfriend without asking is hard for you, but ordering food without waiting for her opinion is not. You look at the girl.
“Thank you, master,” she says quickly, apparently realizing what’s going on inside you. She is clever. Then she wants to say something, things and instead shoves the last piece of banana into her mouth. “I like noodles. You’re too kind” she says after she’s finished. With an embarrassed laugh, you wave it off. Next thing you know, an awkward silence settles over the room. Not even with Megan have you gotten this far, no dates, no vacancies or anything, but Giselle you’ve only known for two nights and spend a night in a hotel room with her, naked.
“Come here,” you say, tapping kindly on the sheet beside you. The girl – your toy, your possession, you realize – starts to move. She raises her hands to the towel but you wave her off. “No sex today, okay? It’s not because of you. I…” You both look at the gorgeous tent in your pants. “You can see your effect on me.”
“I’ve felt it too, Master,” Giselle giggles, exhibiting the behavior you want her to. Then she sits down next to you on the bed with you barely feeling her weight on the mattress.
“Listen,” you say, grabbing her hand. After everything you’ve already experienced in your incredibly short time together, this gesture seems only appropriate but Giselle doesn’t return it, nor does she pull away. “You get in me the master you desire, okay?”
“I wish for you to be satisfied with me master.”
“Yes, all right. But if you want that, then you must realize one thing. I don’t know what Melina has done with you but I will find a way to be the master you deserve.” Giselle nods. “I’ll be honest. I never had any desire to possess you. But I think you do…don’t you?”
“Of course master.” That’s what you were afraid of, and the easy way out is blocked.
“Okay. I’ll take you as my…” One last time you inhale and exhale. “I take you as my property Giselle. As my slave.”
“Thank you master. Thank you so much.” And now the girl grabs your hand and you squeeze lightly.
“And this is my first command to you, yes? The most important order and I want you to carry it out no matter what other orders I ever give you, understand?”
“Yes master.”
“That’s your most important order. Your core programming. And I never, under any circumstances, order you to change it. Understand?”
“Yes Master.” Her eyes are alert and clear, she understands you.
“If you ever, ever – no matter when, where or under what circumstances – no longer want to be my property or my slave or whatever I see in you, you tell me. Understood?” Giselle nods but you repeat your orders. “And now you repeat it again, too.
“Yes master. If I ever, ever – no matter when, where or under what circumstances – no longer want to be your property or your slave or whatever you see in me, I’ll tell you. I understand Master.” In fact, you sink back into your sheets. After showering, you too have only a shirt and your shorts on you. You look at the ceiling and breathe a sigh of relief. That was important. Then you feel a gentle hand on your stomach. It doesn’t move, just rests on you as light as a feather.
“I am your slave master.” Then, after a bit of overcoming, “Finn.” You smile. “I want to be yours. I want to serve you. I want to do everything you tell me.” Again, some time, then with clear conviction and pride in your voice. “Because I’ve fallen in love with you. Master.”
You just lie there and Giselle just stays put, one hand on your belly, feathery and warm. Finally, there’s a knock at the door. Groaning, you roll off the bed and make sure Giselle has a towel wrapped around her petite frame. The hotel should know by now which pervert is staying in room 82, so you don’t care much about your appearance. But you want Gsielle to be protected from view. Your ridiculous tipping is killing your reputation here, as the fact that you forbid the girl to say anything during the transaction doesn’t help you score points, but that’s not important. What’s important is watching Geiselle eat. You leave the TV on while you sit cross-legged on the bed. In fact, you manage something like a semi-normal conversation and Giselle laughs at your tantrums and comments on the news while the sun sinks behind the horizon.
Finally, you have no choice but to leave the plates to the pissed-off bellboy and prepare for the night. Somewhat perplexed, you stand in your underwear in front of the bed you were sitting on. There is another bed, you both know that. Giselle is changing in the bathroom and you look at the door that leads to the second, slightly smaller room. Then the girl comes out of the bathroom ready for the night. She wears a semi-transparent nightgown with black edges that hangs on her body like soft mist. She looks adorable and you can see the contours of her body without the fabric revealing details that you already know. And even though you’ve already fucked Gisele in each of her holes, now she looks so cute and petite that you could curse yourself for your reprehensible deeds if her nightgown didn’t get your blood pumping and your mind stimulated in such a pleasant way.
“Where do you want me to sleep Master?” she asks, “Or should I sleep on the floor?”
“Oh come on” you laugh and are just a little bit horrified.
“My former mistress sometimes ordered me so I know where my place is.”
“I understand,” you murmur. And you really do understand. Giselle needs this. She’s not just suggesting this to please you, you can tell by now from her smile and the way she squirms in front of you in such a cute way. “But today your place is in a bed.” You sigh. “In my bed.” You would love to ask if that’s okay but that’s out of the question. Not because she might think it would be wired, instead because you know she will love it. And Giselle smiles. Then she lifts her hands and pulls up her nightgown. “Dressed in my bed, okay?”
“Yes master.” And even though you had already fucked like rabbits, when she lies down next to you and you pull the covers over you two, it feels different than you expected. Then you’re lying next to each other and you realize only now that you’ve forgotten to turn off the light.
“Giselle?” you whisper.
“Yes Master?”
“Turn off the light,” you say and feel her smile.
“Yes Master.” She leans out of bed, stretches out her dainty arm and it goes dark in the room. Then you hear the bedspread rustle and feel the body beside you come to rest. “Thank you for the order master. And… And thank you for taking me Master.” You don’t answer. You still have plenty of time to get to know each other, really get to know each other.
“You’re welcome… slave.” Then there is a long silence in the room as you both wait for sleep.
“Giselle?” you ask a few minutes later, quietly and carefully.
“Yes master?” She is already tired from the long drive, the exhausting day and the realization of finally being with her love.
“Tell me you love me.” Giselle hesitates just the right second to make it perfectly clear.
“I love you Master Finn.” You reach over, find her arm under the covers, spin her body around and snuggle her against you, one arm across your belly, her head against your shoulder.
Then you fall asleep.
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