The Stranger Master: The Complete Collection: The Stranger Master, #5

By Sofia Paz

The complete collection 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...!

This boxed set includes all four volumes. Follow Kitten and her adventures through:

Vol. 1 - Cold Call:
After a call from an intoxicating stranger sparks an endless desire inside of her, Katherine's world is turned completely upside down. With her emotions in turmoil, her sexual appetite bordering on the ferocious and her marriage in jeopardy, Katherine must decide who she really belongs to.

Herself? Her husband? Or the mysterious stranger on the telephone...

Vol. 2 - Total Control:
With her husband away on a prolonged business trip, Katherine continues along her chosen path of submissive sexuality, only to discover that her mysterious Master has more power and influence than she had ever imagined...

Vol. 3 - Complete Submission:
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...

Vol. 4 - The Return:
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: 9781497771802

Book preview

~Volume One: Cold Caller ~

Katherine was in the kitchen washing breakfast dishes when the phone rang. It had been left on the coffee table in the lounge the night before, so by the time she dried her hands and walked through to answer, the ringing had already stopped. She looked at the missed call notification and frowned. Number withheld, it read.

'Damn cold callers,' she thought, 'go sell your insurance to someone else.'

She slipped the phone into the back pocket of her jeans and looked around the room. It was neat enough, she thought, might need some dusting done later but for now, it would do. Besides, she did not expect company and her husband Sam would be at the office all day.

'Coffee,' she said aloud to herself and returned to the kitchen.

Katherine slipped a filter into the top of the percolator, spooned in freshly ground coffee beans and switched the machine on. She went to a large, solid oak cabinet that stood in a corner of the kitchen, opened a draw and pulled out a half empty pack of cigarettes and a cheap plastic lighter she kept hidden under some neatly folded tea towels. Sam disapproved of her smoking habit and she never smoked when they were out together in public or when he was with her in the house. She was sure Sam was aware she smoked when she was alone, but he never spoke to her about it. Sam could be totally cool about things that annoyed or irritated him. It was a trait Katherine admired in him and one of the many reasons she loved him so much, she thought.

When the coffee was ready, she filled her favourite mug, added cream and sugar, then dragged a stool across the kitchen to a large window which she opened as wide as it would go. Fresh air rushed in, still slightly damp with dew and cool, but not unpleasantly so, the late September sun still had enough energy to take the chill off the morning hours.

Katherine loved these moments. Looking out the window, over the lawn Sam had created from scratch one blistering, backbreaking Summer two years ago, her gaze wandered to the unruly trees of the copse beyond the back fence. The wood stretched down to a small river that at night, when all was quiet, Katherine swore she could hear bubbling and gurgling as it swept it's way south towards the coast. Suddenly realizing that she and Sam have lived in the house for almost six years now, she still had no idea what the name of the river was. Katherine made a mental note to Google.

She took a sip of coffee and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and was soon wallowing in the buzz of her first-of-the-day. It was then that the phone rang again. The sudden noise, the vibration against her buttock startled her and she almost spilled her coffee.

'Damn!' she said out loud.

Katherine was not pleased. This was her time; her special, secret cigarette time and she did not appreciate the intrusion at all. Yet the ringtone and the vibration of the phone seemed incessant, urgent even. She reached behind her and tried to get the cell out of her pocket, but her jeans clung too tightly to the curve of her behind. She had to stand up. Katherine fished the phone from her pocket, hit the receive button with her thumbnail and rasped,

'Hello?'

'Hello Katherine.' A man's voice. Deep, cultivated, refined.

'Hmm, yes, this is Katherine. Who is this?'

She took another deep pull on her cigarette and found herself turning her head to exhale. She did not want the caller to know she was smoking.

'My name is not important.' said the voice. 'There may come a time when I choose to share that information, but until then, Katherine, our conversations will be about you, not me.'

Katherine was confused. Her mind raced. Was this a joke? Some weird sales pitch? Or had she just answered the phone to some perverted nut? Was she being sexually harassed right now, right here in her own kitchen? Her impulse was to hang up, not say another word and just press the red end-call button. Yet that voice, deep, rich, it's rhythm and cadence almost hypnotic.

And clipped, she suddenly thought. Damn, was that a British accent?

'But I don't know any Brits.' she mumbled.

––––––––

Katherine realized too late she had spoken aloud, had given her thoughts away.

'How very astute of you,' said the voice on the phone, and Katherine felt a smile in that voice, 'and yes, I am British and no, you do not know me. But I know you Katherine. I know you very well.'

Angry now, Katherine stood up straight, pulled her shoulders back and raised her chin a couple of inches. At five foot six, with a petite figure, luscious long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, Katherine never ever had a chance of looking fierce. But this was the stance her Daddy had taught her, back when she was being bullied in high school. When the twice-a-year Aspen twins would point and wrinkle their noses and giggle as Katherine turned up for class, sweaty and dishevelled from riding her bicycle ten miles to school, while the twins were dropped off by a chauffeur driven limo paid for by a psychiatrist mother and estranged screen writer father.

'Look 'em in the eye and spit on their shoes,' her father used to say, 'then stand your ground or run for cover.'

'But how will I know to run or stand?' Katherine had asked him.

Her father's sunburnt face would crinkle into a smile, or a grimace - she never could tell the 1difference.

'Well that depends mostly on the weather.' he would say, popping a hand-rolled cigarette into his mouth then lighting up with a match struck from under his thumb. This would always make

Katherine laugh and she would run and jump into her Daddy's lap and he would smell of tobacco and cheap whiskey. Even at twelve years old she could feel his desperation, the frustration. His pores seemed to ooze a sadness that screamed- I am not good enough- I married the woman I love and all I ever wanted was to make her smile every day. But all she does is cry.

'Listen up buddy.' Katherine barked into the phone. 'I don't know you. I don't know what you want. But if you are trying to sell me something then you are sure as hell going the wrong way about it.'

There was a pause. For a moment Katherine thought she had scared him off but then,

'Katherine. What is your real name?'

'What? What are you talking about? My name is Katherine, you seem to know that already.'

'No Katherine. I mean your secret name. The name no one else knows. The name you call yourself when you are alone and your body is needy. I'd like to know the name you go by when you masturbate.'

Furious now, outraged, Katherine hurled verbal abuse down the phone. Every bad word she had learnt in college, all the forbidden, wounding things she ever knew about men poured out of her. Katherine was a woman scorned and anything with a penis should head for the hills right now. But she did not hang up. Someone, somewhere deep inside of her, was enjoying this. And when her tirade was over, she heard herself, breathless, panting, and saying,

'Kitten. Kitten is who I am when I'm dirty.'

Silence. A void. He was still there, she could hear him breathing. Uncertain of what to do next, Katherine stood in the kitchen clutching the phone to her ear. Her entire body was trembling. She did not know what else to say. She could not hang up, not after this. Her mind desperately tried to fully understand exactly what had happened in the last few minutes. Then the voice again. Dark, rich, crisp and so, oh, so matter-of-fact.

'Thank you, Kitten.' A long pause. 'You show promise. You please me. I will call you again tomorrow,' and then, 'nice to meet you, Kitten.'

He was gone. Katherine stood alone in her kitchen wondering what the hell just happened? She reached for another cigarette. Her hands shaking. And then she felt something else. An ache deep, deep down in her lower belly. A little afraid, Katherine slid a hand between her legs and gently grasped her vagina. She was wet. Soaking wet, and when she brought her hand up to her face, she could smell sex. The sweet cloying musk of pure lust, the rampant odour of a bitch in heat. Katherine collapsed back onto the stool, and began to cry.

That night, Sam came home late from the office. He was tired and Katherine quickly rustled up dinner whilst she listened to her husband complain about the idiots he had to work with. He did not ask about her day and Katherine made no mention of the cold caller. She poured wine with dinner. They watched TV for an hour, and then went to bed. Sam was asleep instantly, quietly snoring in that up and down nursery rhyme rhythm he had, a sound that Katherine usually found comforting.

But that night she could not sleep. She kept thinking about the caller with the clipped British accent. She came, dammit! Katherine had orgasmed in the kitchen, talking to a complete stranger. And she hadn't been aware of the fact until after it had happened. But how? She had been excited, yes, but more angry than anything else. She had not felt the slow surge of arousal course through her body like it did when she had sex with Sam. Yet she had certainly felt the aftermath. It was as if her body, her vagina, had betrayed her.

Suddenly, Katherine desperately needed a cigarette. She got out of bed and sneaked tiptoe out of the bedroom. On her way to the kitchen, she stopped at the drinks cabinet in the lounge and poured herself a large brandy. She did not switch on any lights. Smoking and drinking, she sat in the dark in the kitchen staring out of the open window. Blackness. No stars and the moon was a faint, cloud- covered smear of yellow. Katherine took a large gulp of brandy and pulled hard on her cigarette.

Then, without truly understanding what she was about to do, she put the middle finger of her left hand into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it until the finger was covered in saliva. Breathing hard, she parted her knees and slipped her hand up under her nightdress. She was already wet, and her finger slid effortlessly between willing vaginal lips. She rubbed her fingertip over, up and around her hard, erect clitoris. With her other hand, Katherine stubbed out the cigarette and with eyes half closed, she squeezed one, then her other nipple. She was already so close to orgasm, but she needed something just a bit more. Something just a bit more, dirty?

Removing her hand from between her legs and with a blank expression on her face, she dipped her sticky middle finger into the brandy. This time, when she touched herself, it was like she had pressed a magic button. The teasing sting of alcohol on her clitoris sent her totally over the edge. Katherine’s body spasmed violently. Once, twice, three times. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her and a loud, whimpering moan escaped from her mouth.

It took Katherine 20 minutes to clean up. She washed herself between her legs, swilled out the brandy glass in the kitchen sink, dried it with a tea towel, and put it back in the cabinet. She opened the lounge window to create a draught in the kitchen to dispel the stale odour of cigarettes, and finally, went back to bed. She crept back under the covers and Sam was oblivious. Katherine lay in bed. She would sleep soon, she knew. There was a smile on her face and in her head was a voice with a clipped British accent.

'Call me Kitten.' she murmured, then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

*****

The next morning, Katherine was all business as usual. She fried up ham and eggs for Sam and sent him off to work with the usual peck on the cheek and a token hug. Then she sat in the kitchen with her cell phone on the table in front of her, a lit cigarette trembling slightly between her fingers. An hour went by but the phone did not ring. Then another. Katherine felt disappointed and frustrated. She still did not fully understand the situation, but she was extremely curious to find out if the stranger would call again and what he would say next. She sighed, stood up from the stool and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she scrutinised her reflection. Still pretty, she thought, still got it. Then she caught something, a peculiar look in her eyes;

'My god, girl,' she said to herself. 'You look horny as hell.'

Katherine heard the phone ringing and ran back to the kitchen.

'Hello?'

The short sprint, combined with the tension and anticipation that had built up inside her - she sounded out of breath.

'Hello, Kitten. How are you today?'

It was him. Katherine’s heart skipped a beat.

'I'm fine,' she replied, 'how are you?' It was all she could think of to say.

The caller totally ignored her niceties.

'Are you ready Kitten?' he said.

'Am I ready for what? She asked, a tiny, yet wicked smile playing on her lips.

'For an adventure.'

Katherine was intrigued. She felt her nipples harden under her blouse.

'Why would I want to go on an adventure?' she asked, 'With you?' she added, enjoying the game.

'Because you are ripe, Kitten. Ripe for excitement.'

Katherine’s forehead wrinkled in a frown. She knew she lived a quiet life, but basically she considered herself to be quite contented. If there was something missing from her world, then this was the first time she had ever thought about it. What did he mean?

She shook her head slowly from side to side. 'I don't understand what you are talking about.'

'Kitten.' His voice again, rhythmic, mesmerising, yet absolutely compelling. Katherine listened, almost as if she was in a trance.

'I can lead you on that adventure. I can provide you with more excitement than you ever could imagine.'

'What kind of excitement are we talking about here?' Katherine was teasing now, and she already knew the answer to her question.

'Sexual excitement.' he said.

'I want you to do something for me.' The deep voice and the commanding tone sent a sudden thrill though Katherine’s body.

'Do what?' she asked, a note of exquisite trepidation in her voice.

'Shave for me.'

'Pardon me?' Katherine was not sure she had heard him correctly.

'I want you to shave your vagina. I prefer my women smooth.'

Katherine hesitated and tried to digest what he had just said. Yes, she knew she wanted to play a game with this man, and she also knew it would be risqué and inevitably she would probably regret it all. But she was not expecting things to progress this quickly. Besides, she didn't even know the rules yet. Despite all her misgivings, Katherine began to feel a tingling sensation emanating from between her legs. She pressed a hand to her crotch and felt the heat. No, she was not just warm, more than that. Katherine’s vagina was physically hot to touch.

'Oh my god,' she thought to herself, 'I have become the toy of a stranger on the telephone.'

‘...a photograph.' The man was talking again but Katherine had lost concentration and missed half of the sentence.

'What?...Pardon me?...Say again? She pleaded.

Indeed, Katherine was ashamedly aware of the almost begging tone her voice had suddenly adopted, but by now her nipples had become two hard sceptres of lust, and with a sense of sexual abandonment she had never experienced before, she realized that quite frankly, she didn't give a damn.

'You will send me a photograph of your smooth vagina.' he said.

'How?' said Katherine.

The man gave her an email address.

'Do it now, Kitten. Shave. Take a picture. Send it. Then masturbate for me.' He was not asking her.

These were commands and something in his voice made Katherine cringe at the sheer naughtiness of it all. And overwhelming desire. Right now, Katherine needed to have sex more than she had ever needed in her entire life.

'I want to masturbate now.' she breathed heavily into the phone, her free hand rubbing frantically at the crotch of her jeans.

'No.'

Katherine’s body froze into a statue of pure animal lust and bewildered incomprehension. Had he just said no? She felt her temper rising again. The pressure down below, her pulsating vagina,

Katherine realized she just wanted to cum. Needed to cum. Now. But he, this man, a total stranger had told her no?

'You will do as you are told, Kitten.' His voice was placid, used to giving orders and having them obeyed. With a heavy sigh, Katherine conceded.

'Yes.' she said.

'Yes what?'

Katherine thought for a moment. Her nipples ached and her vagina yearned. Then she said,

'Yes, Sir.'

'Good girl.'

Katherine heard, felt the approval in his voice. And then the phone went dead. He was gone.

Trembling, Katherine lit a cigarette and sat down heavily onto the stool. After a while, she stood up, went into the bathroom, and shaved her vagina.

When she had finished she walked naked into the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror. Katherine remembered the first time she had ever shown herself to her husband. Sam and she had been going steady for almost a year before she could find it in herself to indulge him with the honour of seeing her totally naked. Before that, it had always been partial nudity, for both of them. She had seen and touched his penis a month before he had seen her vagina. In the back seat of a borrowed car, Katherine became quite an expert at sliding down his zip and fishing out his invariably rampant member. She always enjoyed it when he intimately fondled her, but back in their days of 'heavy petting', it was usually him sliding his eager hand down the front of her tight jeans or up under the skirts she wore in summer. Usually in the same car. Her breasts however, were apparently fair game for Sam. He would be forever cupping and tweaking. Once, at a drive-in, he had sucked on one then her other nipple ferociously for almost an hour and Katherine had orgasmed.

But she never told him that. Rather, she made a joke and asked if he was hoping to strike milk? She smiled when she remembered the first time he had ejaculated into her hand, (and over her blouse) and one tiny blob of sperm had actually landed on her lip. Sam's eyes were closed at the time so he didn't see her tongue flick across her mouth and curiously savour the salty taste. Neither of them had had lovers before they met each other, but they were both old enough to have amassed ample knowledge regarding which practices they wanted to try. Katherine, however, chose to take things slowly, and to her surprise at the time, Sam obliged her with patience and understanding.

Which meant he very probably spent a lot of time jerking off, she thought. And kind of loved him for that too. It was their wedding night when for the first time, she allowed him to see her properly naked and properly take her. He had stared at her body for a while, then gently pressed her back onto the bed, hitched her heels up around the nape of his neck and entered her. She had felt her hymen collapse, but it did not hurt and she bled hardly at all. It was, she thought more or less, glorious pleasure. The next morning she had sucked and rubbed his penis until he ejaculated into her mouth. Then they had gone for breakfast.

The sound of the phone awoke her from the daydream. Opening her eyes Katherine looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was almost shocked to see one hand between her legs. Her other hand cupped around her breast, the thumb gently brushing back and forth across her hard nipple. Katherine had been masturbating without realizing what she had been doing.

'Have you sent it yet?' His voice on the phone had changed somehow, seemed harsher, more urgent.

'I was just about to.' Katherine said, sounding apologetic.

'Do it now Kitten,' he said,' and remember, you are not to masturbate until you have completed the task I have set for you.'

He hung up. Still naked, Katherine went into the lounge and lay back on the couch. She drew her knees up to her breasts, turned her cell phone around so that the aperture was facing her and held the phone close to her vagina. For a second, doubt flashed through her mind. This was her most private part, she thought. Apart from her Doctor, her husband was the only man who had ever seen her vagina. Then another thought; how the hell was she going to explain this to Sam? But then the voice of the stranger resonated through her head and sent goose bumps across her belly. She slid her other hand down between her legs and with two fingers she parted her labia just enough to reveal her clitoris. She took the picture, quickly converted the image into an email and pressed the send button