The Stranger Master (Vol. 4 - The Return): The Stranger Master, #4

By Sofia Paz

Volume 4 of The Stranger Master series!

When a mysterious stranger suddenly starts telephoning and texting Katherine, the happily married, work-at-home housewife at first thinks it's all a harmless, slightly kinky game. But soon, Katherine finds herself drawn to the stranger in a way she had never quite imagined...!

Now, seized with guilt at having left her husband without a word of explanation and pursued by the haunting image of the gnarled claw, Kitten must make things right with Sam and come to terms with her decision to serve Dominic.

Will Kitten make amends with her estranged husband? Will she be up to Dominic's challenge? Or will the last year's worth of training and the divorce all be for naught?

Find out with the thrilling conclusion of The Stranger Master series!

Praise for The Stranger Master:
"I loved this book I thought the story plot could be a reality. A little scary though with a stranger...Will definitely be reading the next book."

"An interesting approach to a new relationship between a Master and sub. New ideas for me to try with my wonderful woman."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Port Vendre Press
• Release date: Jan 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781497751477

Book preview

~Volume Four: The Return ~

As she sped down the road to the house—her house, although it seemed so foreign now—the memories of the divorce flooded Katharine's mind. She saw the disappointment in Sam's face, she remembered the wrenching, plummeting feeling she'd felt in her gut when the judge's gavel sounded on the block: she was single. She'd been in a funk for a few days afterwards. Not even Dominic's mesmerizing voice could pull her from it, but with his continued efforts, she finally came around.

That was months ago. So much had happened since then: she'd trained with Madame Sworde, been to the college, and learned so many things about being a submissive slave to her Master. It had all seemed such a distant memory, yet only a few hours before, the memories had all come rushing back, triggered by one word: Sam, the name of her ex-husband, the man with whom she had once thought she would spend the rest of her life. She fumbled with her cigarettes and got one lit as the car tore down the road, the wind whipping her hair.

She pulled into the driveway that used to be hers alongside the car that used to be hers, walked in the moonlight on the sidewalk to the front door that used to be hers. She rang the bell. It seemed strange, ringing the doorbell to a house that less than a year ago had been hers. Sam opened the door and stared at her, dumbfounded. There was an awkward silence.

May I come in? Katharine eventually managed.

What's wrong with your voice? Sam asked, puzzled and suspicious.

My what? Oh, Katharine said, consciously returning her voice to its former self. The college had trained her well—so well, in fact, that she didn't even remember the clipped accent she herself had adopted.

Better? she asked.

Yeah, Sam said warily. What do you want? It's awfully late.

I– Katharine hesitated. This was a stupid idea. Losing her nerve, she turned to leave. Sam caught her wrist, and she turned back to face him. He gave her an expectant look.

I came to explain, Katharine finally managed. She held her hands out helplessly. Sam frowned and nodded slowly.

That'd be good, he said at last. He moved aside to let her enter.

The house was exactly as she'd left it. Well, almost exactly. It had certainly been tidier when she had left—Sam never had been the best at keeping house—but it was more or less the same. The sofa where they had sat and watched television together was where it had always been; the kitchen table still stood where she'd left it. It felt like coming home, and it made the experience all the more painful: the whole house seemed to remind her that this wasn't home anymore.

They settled into their old positions on the sofa, and Sam put his arm up on the back of it just like he always had. He was tense; she could feel it.

I–I met someone, Katharine started. Sam raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. It was all a big mistake, but– she caught herself. What was she saying? It wasn't a big mistake at all! Unexpected, yes, completely out-of-the-blue, yes, but not a mistake! Sam was shaking his head. His demeanor was the most significant change to this place, she realized: his usually relaxed attitude was nowhere to be found. He was irritated and feeling impatient. He sighed.

How about I go first, he said, to break the ice? Katharine nodded, and he sighed, pulling his arm off the couch-back to lean forward, his elbows on his knees.

I've met someone, too, he said dully. Katharine's stomach turned. Several people, actually, he continued. The pain in her stomach dissipated, replaced by confusion, and she gave him a puzzled look. I've been screwing around, Sam said, exasperated. Katharine nodded. That seemed fair, she thought. After all, so had she. Sam shook his head. I tried not to think about it, he said, staring into space. I tried not to dwell on what went wrong. I tried to move on. He sighed, and then in a fit of frustration, he yelled, but damn it, Kat, I can't help thinking about it! He'd almost never raised his voice before, and Katharine's heart sank. She hadn't meant to cause him this much pain. What did I do, Kat? he asked, looking over his shoulder at her. Was it because I wouldn't piss in your mouth? I–Damn, Kat, it's gross, but if it would have saved our marriage, I'd have done it, Sam said mournfully.

Oh, Sam, Katharine said, her heart full of remorse. She leaned over and hugged him, and he hugged back, tentatively at first, but then he turned to face her and hugged her full on. Both of them cried. It felt good. While it didn't erase the previous months, and it certainly didn't get them married again, it felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from both their shoulders.

Wiping his eyes, Sam asked Katharine, So what was it, then?

About a year ago, there was a cold caller, Katharine began. He seemed to know everything about me: what I looked like, where I lived... She hesitated. He knew that I use a different name when I masturbate.

Sam frowned, shocked. You do? he asked.

Katharine nodded, a bit embarrassed. Yes, she said. Kitten, she added in response to his questioning gaze. He nodded, and then a light bulb seemed to go on in his head. He rose from the sofa, went to the kitchen, and opened a cabinet. He returned carrying the champagne bucket and the hairbrush that Dominic had given her so long ago.

That would explain these, then, he said. Katharine started. It had been so long since she'd seen either of them, mementos of a day when the very thought of using them came as such a thrill. Her mind lingered back to those days, the spanking she'd given herself with the hairbrush, the show she'd performed for Dominic over the webcam with the champagne bucket. She snapped back to reality and realized that she was wet. Very wet. Without thinking about it, she reached down to touch herself.

She stopped in the nick of time. ‘Not now, you idiot!’, she yelled in her head. Sam was watching her, a look of confusion with a hint of intrigue splashed across his face. Katharine recomposed herself. Yes, that would explain those, Katharine said. Sam raised an eyebrow, and Katharine sighed. She was here to tell the truth, wasn't she? The cold caller kept calling. He knew when you were away, and he called during the day. He made me do things...

Made you? Sam asked skeptically.

Well, no, Katharine admitted. His voice was so...persuasive, she said. Sam shook his head, a helpless, annoyed look on his face. I'm sorry, Sam, Katharine said. I take responsibility for everything I did. I didn't mean to hurt you. The cold caller, he–well, he made sex exciting for me.

And I didn't? Sam asked, the hurt clear in his voice.

Sam, you did everything you could, Katharine said, placing a hand on his, but Dom–er, the cold caller just had a way of bringing out the desire in me. He awakened a submissiveness in me that I had forgotten about since my childhood.

Sam frowned and shook his head, his puzzlement turning into bewilderment. Submissiveness? Kat, what's gotten into you? You're not the Katharine I knew a year ago.

Katharine smiled, hesitantly at first, but she couldn't hide it: the pride burst forth from her, manifested as a radiant, beaming grin. Sam leaned back slightly, so intense was the feeling of pride Katharine had in her new self. He couldn't tell whether the light came from her or from the table lamp beside her.

No, Sam, I'm not, Katharine said. I've learned proper manners and how to serve a man. I've been to England and been taught by the finest teachers at Dickens College. I've met a man that inspires me to serve. She trailed off, her happiness still streaming radiantly from her face.

Sam sat silently, taking it all in. Finally he spoke. So, you've learned to serve a man? he asked, his curiosity piqued. How so?

A sly smirk slithered across Katharine's face. Would you like to see? she asked. He nodded. The thought of Dominic flashed briefly into her mind, but she dismissed it: after what she'd put Sam though, she could not deny him this.

The moisture between her legs had already begun to intensify as she slid off the sofa to her knees, facing him. With a single provocative move of her hand and arm, she pulled off her blouse. She wore no bra, and her breasts presented themselves for his viewing pleasure. Oh, wow, Sam said appreciatively. With another fluid motion, she rose, pulled her miniskirt down, rocked back, rocked forward, and her miniskirt lay on top of her blouse on the floor. She wore no panties, and her perfectly smooth sex beckoned to him from between her spread knees. Sam gasped but said nothing.

Once disrobed, she reached up smoothly, keeping her eyes respectfully lowered, and unfastened his belt, pulling the leather through the buckle and letting the two ends wave freely. She caressed his stomach through his shirt, and she saw the bulge formed in his pants. She sensuously unfastened the button and slowly and carefully unzipped his fly. With gentle tugs, she lowered his pants a little bit to expose his underwear.

Already there was a small wet spot near the waistband: Sam was excited. She ran her fingers admiringly over the bulge, tempting and exciting him even more. Running her fingernails between the waistband of his underwear and his skin, she teased his underwear down, freeing his now-throbbing cock and his large orbs of testes. She gasped. She had to admit; she'd never paid it this much attention before. It was beautiful, and she nearly forgot her training at the sight of it. She remembered her lessons, though, and as he moved to the edge of the couch, she stroked her tongue along its base, using short flicking motions toward the head to make it jump in excitement.

Is that good, Sir? Kitten asked her ex-husband.

Sure is, Sam said, relishing the feelings, his voice breathy. Good job, slave, he said. Kitten glanced up at him, startled for a moment. He'd said it so effortlessly. She couldn't let that distract her now, though. She licked down his shaft again and swirled her tongue on each of his testes, heavy with days' worth of pent-up need. She felt his hand on her head. Taking a breath, she positioned her lips over his oozing prick, and with a well-trained motion, she eased her lips around his cock, lubricating it with her tongue as she went. He shuddered. She had practiced many times at the college and had even been given an examination on her performance: the man that had volunteered to be used for her examination had ejaculated in only a couple of minutes, and she'd received an A+.

Sam's fingers closed tightly on Kitten's hair and pulled her off. She opened her mouth in confusion, but the look on his face told her exactly what to do. As he released her hair, she nodded and rose to her feet. Standing with her butt to him, she bent over and spread her legs until her sex was aligned to his cock. She took a step back, and his cock pushed against her. She could feel it, warm and throbbing against her sex, begging to enter her.

Rising to her tiptoes and leaning back, she felt his shaft push past her vaginal lips and enter her, rubbing her G-spot as it went. She sighed, and he groaned in pleasure as they began to rub against each other. The temptation was too great, and she fingered her clit. She could feel the wetness of her climax building. She hoped he would climax first...

She got her wish. With a shudder and a groan, Sam shot up into her, and she felt his fluids mix with hers. As he pulled out, she could feel the juices trying to leak out. Per her training, she let it go, and her juices ran down her leg.

Uh, er, Sam said uncomfortably, and Katharine sprung to the kitchen to grab a paper towel to clean herself up before she could make a mess. Before Sam had even settled back on the sofa, she had already returned to clean him up. The smell of sex reached her nose even before she took his softening cock into her mouth. Licking the head, she could taste his seed, and she teased as much of it out as she could, swallowing the thick fluid before moving lower down his shaft. She could smell his musk, its scent mingling with their mixed juices. It turned her on. As she took his entire cock into her mouth, her