The Stranger Master (Vol. 3 - Complete Submission): The Stranger Master, #3

By Sofia Paz

Volume Three 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, Kitten has been sent to the elitist Dickens College in the heart of the English countryside to learn the art of obedience and devotion. It's a big step for her...But can she suppress the rebel inside of her long enough to keep out of trouble?

Will she learn how to be perfect for her Master?

How can she possibly resist the abundant physical temptations, from both men and women, at the school?

And, most importantly, is she completely sure this is the life she wants? Once she reaches this point, there will be no turning back...

Excerpt
After the introductions had been completed, a young woman was summoned to lead them to their rooms. She was quite young, Katherine thought, and she realized that she herself would possibly be the oldest of the students, her adventures into the world of submissive devotion having begun only recently, and she resigned herself to the fact. The young woman was dressed totally unlike the tutors. She wore a light, loose fitting, almost see-through gown with no bra, but the outline of a leather chastity belt was clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. Around her ankle, Katherine noticed she wore a thick, metal bracelet with a tiny, golden padlock and around her neck a black, velvet collar with a cut-out in the shape of a letter A at her throat.

The initial of her Master, Katherine surmised, and supposed that she too would receive the paraphernalia of devotion and submission. The thought excited her. Neither Madame Sworde nor even Dominic had ever hinted that she would have to wear the trappings of possession, and Katherine guessed with a mental shrug that her stay at the college would be full of surprises.

Praise for The Stranger Master:
Intriguingly Erotic...I loved this book I thought the story plot could be a reality. A little scary though with a stranger. I think her sir will be someone she knows like maybe her husband boss. Will definitely be reading the next book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Port Vendre Press
• Release date: Mar 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497776630

Book preview

~Volume Three: Complete Submission~

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''Kitten?...Kitten, are you awake?...Kitten?''

The voice came from far, far away, reaching for her, stretching out to pull her back, but she did not want to go; she wanted to stay in the place that is warm and safe. She was weightless, her body floating high above the ground, enveloped in the soft, thick embrace of cotton candy clouds that folded around her and fit like a second, translucent skin. She could not move, did not want to move, just float, from everywhere and nowhere to somewhere, anywhere further away from the voice.

''Kitten. You have to wake up, it's time to go.''

There was a hand on her face, but not a human hand. It was a black, gnarled claw that ripped and tore at her flesh. She could feel its hooked, vicious nails burrowing through the skin of her cheek, digging deep to the bone which splinters and breaks and, from somewhere deep inside her, from the very core of her heart, a scream built and grew, gathering momentum, faster, faster hurtling upwards and outwards until finally, it burst from her mouth...

''Holy shit! Kitten! What the hell is wrong with you?'' She opened her eyes and saw Dominic, panic on his face, his hand pulled back from her face as if he has been burnt. He was physically shaking, his eyes full of incomprehension and, to her groggy, sleep-ridden mind, he looked afraid, as if it was not her who has been sleeping in his bed, but the Devil himself.

''What the hell was that all about?'' He said, his voice still trembling.

Katherine struggled to tame the myriad words and images inside her head, to realign them with coherent thought.

''I'm sorry,'' she stammered, her throat parched and tight, ''it was a dream. I was dreaming. Oh god, I feel like shit.''

''You screamed. When I touched your face, you actually screamed. What was the dream about?''

''Escape.'' She said, without understanding what the word meant to her.

''Escape from what?'' Dominic regained his composure, was back in control. He took Katherine in his arms and pressed her softly to his naked chest. His breathing was deep; his lungs rising and falling in a slow, comforting rhythm, and Katherine could feel his heartbeat. She slid a hand over his firm, flat belly and pulled him close, relishing the warmth of his naked skin against hers.

''I'm sorry,'' she said, ''I'm just tired, stressed out with all the preparations for the trip. It was just a stupid, meaningless dream.'' She was lying. She could tell it meant something more. The dream still reverberated inside her head, and if Katherine had learnt just one thing in life, it's that dreams are never 'meaningless'.

The two of them huddled together for a while, not speaking, each lost in their own thoughts and finally, when he judged Katherine to be calm again, Dominic placed a tender kiss on her forehead, untangled himself from her sleepy, rag-doll body and got out of bed.

''It's past 9.'' He said, pulling on the clothes he had let fall beside the bed the night before. ''I have a meeting and you have an appointment with Madame Sworde. We shall have to skip this morning's lesson.''

He paused in the middle of buttoning his white silk shirt and turned to her, smiled and reached out a hand to ruffle her already unkempt hair. ''You are beautiful, Kitten. But I have to go now. I have a meeting. And you need to shake that gorgeous butt. Madame Sworde awaits.'' His grin is warm and she could see something akin to love in his eyes. Or at least, that which she has learnt to recognise as the closest Dominic could ever come to expressing such an emotion. He is a sexy man, she thought, devoted to and passionate about all things dear to him, but love? That was another matter entirely.

Katherine secretly doubted that Dominic could ever allow something as irresponsible, illogical and indeterminable as love to weaken him, to make him vulnerable. It was just not in his character to let go like that. No, she decided silently, her Master is a man who has to be in control of all things at all times. For Dominic, anything less would be a living hell, a physical, burning torture. No matter how much he wanted to love, he would not allow himself to be vulnerable.

She watched him leave the bedroom and then rolled over, stretching her arms above her head. An enormous yawn escaped from her mouth, and for a moment she snuggled back under the covers, enjoying her own body warmth, and the softness of the duck feather duvet that fit her like a second skin, like translucent, fluffy clouds. Now that she was alone, the dream came rushing back to her, vivid and lucid, making her shiver.

Of course, she knew what the dream meant; she was having second thoughts about her new life, she just couldn't understand why. Katherine had wanted this so badly, had dreamt of it for so long, had invested more than simply time to come this far. Surely it was not smart to just throw it all away now. Brushing her dreams aside, Katherine got out of bed and headed for the shower. She knew what Madame Sworde wanted. Her formal education would begin shortly. Madame was coming to discuss the final details.

*****

The enormous bulk of the Boeing 747 sliced effortlessly through the thick veil of silvering clouds that hung in the sky over Heathrow Airport. The routine descent from 30,000 feet caused the huge airplane to shudder slightly, but barely enough to ripple the gin and tonics of the first class passengers. Katherine strained to glance through the fuselage window, eager to catch her first glimpse of English soil. It was something she had dreamt about for years.

Be prepared - It will rain, said Madame Sworde in the seat next to her, it always rains in England.

Katherine refused to let Madame Sworde's pessimism dampen her excitement. Far down below, but approaching ever more rapidly, she could see the lights of the traffic control tower, and beyond that, the distant but unmistakable skyline of London. The airplane touched down with an almost imperceptible bump, and taxied to a stop at Terminal 1, exactly on schedule. Dominic had arranged for VIP status at the airport for Katherine and Madame Sworde and they were ushered through Customs and Immigration with the minimum amount of inconvenience. A silver Rolls Royce was waiting to take Katherine and Madame Sworde to the Training College. Katherine was shocked; she had never experienced such luxury before.

The trip had been planned months in advance and Katharine’s emotions were a wild mix of eager excitement and dubious anticipation. She knew that she had a hard six months ahead of her; Dickens College was one the finest servant training schools in Europe and from Madame Sworde, Kitten had discovered that Dominic had paid a fee of close to 1 million pounds for her personalised education. She did not want to disappoint him after he had gone to such lengths for her.

No pressure, then. She thought to herself with a wry grin as the luxurious automobile whisked smoothly along the M3 motorway heading west away from England's capitol city, just as a light rain begins to fall. Beside her Madame gives a quiet chuckle and under her breathe she mutters, England, bloody England. Raining in the bloody summertime. Who bloody needs it...

Three hours later, the Rolls Royce pulled up at the Dickens College main entrance, a pair of magnificent 12-foot high wrought iron gates, which opened electronically after the car had been scrutinised by the CCTV cameras on either side. The car crunched onwards along the gravel driveway that led another mile or so into the grounds before the main house came into full view.

The house was a splendid original Tudor mansion, built deep within the New Forest National Park. Set well away from any main roads and with no other buildings for miles around, the secluded location made it the perfect spot for the kind of specialized education that was taught there. The grounds, of course, were immaculately kept. Katherine caught sight of a group of men tending the luscious green lawns and ornate hedge sculptures and she immediately thought of the gardener in Lady Chatterley's Lover. She had to suppress that thought; there would be no illicit pleasures for her in the near future, at least none that the college frowned upon. Katherine was absolutely clear in her mind that she was here to work and to learn. For Dominic, her Master. That was the entire purpose of her trip, and she was not about to let him down.

They pulled up in front of the house and the car stopped in the wide, circular driveway. There was an elaborate stone fountain in the center of the drive, a statue of the Greek goddess Hygieia, the daughter of the god of medicine, Asclepius. She had a serpent in her lap, feeding the creature from a bowl, and for some reason, the figure unsettled Katherine. Yes, she understood that in medicine, the snake was a benevolent being, endowed with the wisdom and ability to heal, but for Katherine a snake meant evil and she shuddered slightly at the thought of having such a beast on her lap. The car doors were being opened and the thoughts fled her mind. She and Madame emerged from the back of the car and were greeted by the Head Mistress of the college, a petite, smartly dressed woman in her fifties with greying hair pulled back in an uncompromising bob style that reminded Katherine of a black and white TV star.

The Head Mistress introduced herself as Miss Partridge and she spoke with the same perfectly clipped accent that Dominic had used to mesmerise Katherine when he had first called her almost a year ago. They shook hands, and Katherine and Madame were led up the four heavy steps to the front door of the house, the chauffeur huffing and puffing with luggage following a discrete distance behind them.

The hallway was a vast open affair with an impossibly high ceiling adorned with chandeliers and winding staircases left and right leading to the upper floors. It was like something out of an interior design magazine. The walls were hung here and there with portraits of English gentry, all men, each of them gazing sternly down upon the new arrivals. Historical benefactors of the college, Katherine would later learn, men who had, hundreds of years earlier, established the college out of the necessity to educate and train what they saw as the perfect female companions and concubines for wealthy and influential, married men. The need had always been around, but these men perfected the training.

Three other women waited to meet Katherine and Madame, tutors, she would learn, each dressed in the college uniform of black blouse buttoned to the neck, black pencil skirts that stopped at the knee, black seamed stockings and black, high heeled stiletto shoes with straps around the ankles.

That's a lot of black. Katherine whispered in Madame's ear and they both had to hide their grins as each of the tutors came forward to shake hands and introduce themselves to the new student and her confidant. Just as the Head Mistress, Miss Partridge, all the women were in their early