Call Me Master

By Ann Roberts

He had given her only two instructions. She was not to speak until he said she could. And she was to wear, under her work clothes, lingerie that exposed everything that was private and personal.

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Now he deliberately inspected her. He looked her slowly down and up, smiling warmly once more into her eyes as he began to circle her. Although the strain of her nerves continued to grow, she was relieved that he did not seem offended by her looks. In fact, he seemed to like what he saw. And she certainly liked what she saw.

Kurt was much taller than she, nearly a foot more than her 5'4". His hair was light brown, perhaps a dirty blond, and just short of being called curly. Although he was in his late 40s, the only gray visible was at the very edge of his temples. He was clean-shaven, and well-dressed in a hunter green business suit with a hand-painted tie. And he had a very nice smile.

He stopped behind her, and she felt his hands brush against her shoulders. His fingers slid under the edges of her lapels, pulling the jacket off her shoulders. She heard his footsteps retreat softly on the carpet, and the rattle of hangers as he hung the jacket. She had not been advised to stay still, but Sherlynn's anxiety held her in place until he returned. Facing her again, he caressed her hair with one hand, digging into the bun until he found the single, oversized bobby pin that held it in place. Released from its hold, her hair spilled in thick waves to her shoulders and beyond.

"Come," he smiled, taking her arm and guiding her to a small, round table near the window of the suite. Against a nearby wall was a wet bar, and on a tray atop the counter was a full pitcher and two martini glasses, already poured. Outside was the spectacular view of the Las Vegas Strip, with the desert and mountains in the distance. A film over the glass diffused the glare of the hot desert sun. Kurt carried the tray to the table and set it down, then lifted the glasses and handed one to Sherlynn as they stood next to the table.

"To a glorious beginning," he toasted, and they touched the glasses together. He took a healthy sip, and Sherlynn tried not to wrinkle her nose at the flavor of her small taste. He smiled, touched her wrist, and stroked her arm. "Drink it down," he said. 

They locked eyes as Sherlynn raised the glass to her lips, its tilt following the pace of the liquid down her throat. Kurt placed his glass on the table, and when Sherlynn finished, he took hers and removed the green olive before placing her glass next to his own. He reached toward her lips with the olive, and Sherlynn instinctively opened her mouth for it. He used it to trace her lips, and then placed one...

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Ann Roberts
• Release date: Jul 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516377183

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Call Me Master | Ann Roberts

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Call Me Master

Ann Roberts

Exiting the conference room after the weekly staff meeting, Sherlynn was so engrossed in the continuing conversation with one of her colleagues that she completely forgot her plans for the weekend. She didn't think twice when she felt the familiar vibration of the cell phone as it buzzed against her waist, where it was clipped to the band of her conservative, dark blue suit skirt. Pulling it from its holster, she glanced at it casually as they walked down the corridor, but stopped in her tracks when she read the text message: 2418.

A shockwave spread instantaneously from the center of her chest in all directions; her mind emptied of thought and the vacuum was filled with the realization of the sudden, unexpected, excited sensations from every inch of her flesh. As the feelings coalesced in her breasts and groin she drew in a slow, deep breath. Even the insides of her air passages felt the caress of motion against them, and the sensation between her legs deepened, as though pressure was being physically applied.

You okay? her companion asked, noticing her face begin to flush.

Sherlynn looked up at him, smiled wryly and said, I nearly forgot. I need to leave on time tonight.

That's right, you're taking a long weekend this week, aren't you. A mini-vacation?

Something like that, she replied, waving goodbye as she returned to her office to retrieve her purse. She carried it only as far as the trunk of her car where she placed it inside, along with her switched off cell phone. She pulled her car out of the parking lot of the office complex in the northwest side of the Las Vegas Valley, and within minutes was heading towards the Strip. She would reach the luxury hotel in less than 20 minutes. Room 2418.

He had given her only two instructions. She was not to speak until he said she could. And she was to wear, under her work clothes, lingerie that exposed everything that was private and personal. What an amazing day that had caused for her at work! She wore a lilac colored silk blouse whose ruffled button line would distract, if not obscure, the view, should she forget and remove her jacket. She had spent hours shopping the previous weekend, before selecting the lacy half-cup bra that raised and supported her hefty, D-cup breasts. Although her nipples were visible above the rim, they were partially covered by the lace that rubbed across them every time she moved. The combination of the irregular fabric of the lace and the cool, smooth silk of the blouse kept her in varying states of arousal all day.

Recalling the exotically peculiar sexiness she felt all day helped prevent Sherlynn from the anxious worry about the upcoming encounter. They had never met in person; and although he assured her in their numerous emails and instant messages that he did not mind her weight, she was ashamed of the body that she had allowed over the past several years to top 200 pounds. She had been beautiful once, and knew that she was still pretty. But since her divorce five years ago she had attracted fewer men as the pounds increased.

Hmph, she snorted aloud, surprising herself with the sound. She had never seen a therapist, but she recognized that her mind and body had conspired to aid her unacknowledged wish to avoid intimacy with another man. That bastard of a husband -

Okay, she thought, sighing aloud. He really wasn't that bad of a person. But in their 10 years of marriage he had been completely oblivious that she had not enjoyed sex. He had been her first and only lover, and after a decade of impersonal intercourse she had become numb to the potential sensations of lovemaking. It wasn't until two years after she left him that she was able to give herself any feelings of pleasure. Yet after three more years - and reading hundreds of erotic stories - she was still unable to bring herself to orgasm.

The closest she ever came (pardon the pun) was after she