My Master's Gift

By Katie West

I quickly straightened my short dress, conscious that it was all that I had been given to wear that morning, no underwear or stockings, just a very short cotton dress. Master loved to see me dressed just so, knowing that I was available to him whenever he chose to use me.

We walked together through the heavy humid heat and entered the blessed air conditioning of the Mall. I could feel goose bumps on my exposed skin as my body hit the cool. I felt Masters hand slid down over my arm, as he laughed at my body's reaction. Leaning towards me he whispered 'Now that's what I like to see baby, how quick your body reacts.' His hand slid up to my shoulder and his fingers slid under the strap of the dress, their tips softly caressing the top of my breast. My breath caught in my throat and body shivered at his touch.

'OK Missy, where do you want to go first then?' He asked.

I had done a bit of checking on the internet, and I knew that there were a pair of perfect shoes in one of the shops, and I had seen a beautiful dress on another shops website, so I told him which shops I would really love to go to.

'Coffee first though, you know me, I can't do anything without my caffeine hit.' He laughed.

Together we walked to a coffee shop and, while he went to get the coffees, I moved to a free table. Pulling out one of the chairs, I sat down and placed my purse over the back of the chair. I sat and watched him while he waited for his order. Along with being tall, he was slim hipped with a broad chest, strong from his work as a gardener. Originally he had started off on his own, just him, his 4 door truck, tools and a lawn mower. Now his firm employed ten people, but he still loved to get out and work in the gardens himself.

I knew from experience how strong he was, and I smiled to myself remembering once when I had called him Mr. Ever-ready instead of Master, and when he had finished with me, I found it hard to sit down for a week. Even though he had a wonderful sense of humor, he also loved to keep me in my place, which when we were at home, was at his feet.

When we were out in public, I was allowed certain privileges, but each and every one was earned, and he was as likely to punish me as allow me a little freedom. This was something I always tried to remember, helped by the feel of the metal collar that he had placed around my neck and locked. It's key was in a box in his dungeon, along with my slave contract. We had both signed it before he placed the cold metal around my neck, telling me that from now I was his belonging, to do with as he chose.

It had taken us a year to get to that stage, a year of living with him and leaning what it meant to belong to someone totally. At first I made many mistakes, some he forgave, and some he punished me for, but whatever he had done to me only made me more desperate to serve him. There seemed to be an aura about him, which I found totally irresistible, and still did. My love for him was total, and by giving me his collar I knew that he felt the same way too.

Finally his order was ready and he walked across to the table, looking at me as he did. As he sat down opposite me he said in a quiet voice. 'Pet, why are you not sitting properly for me?'

I felt my face redden as I blushed and quickly wriggled my dress up until I was sitting with my bare ass on the cold chair and my skirt was gathered behind me. As I tried to pull the material down over my thighs in front of me, I could his eyes on me, watching every movement.

Silently he smiled and nodded to me. 'Much better.' Then he sat back in his chair and picked up his coffee cup.

I glanced around to see if anyone at the nearby tables had heard what he had said, or seen me twist around on the chair, but thankfully this time, unlike others, no one seemed to have noticed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katie West
• Release date: Nov 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311709240

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MY MASTER'S GIFT

By

Katie West

Copyright©Katie West 2014

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Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction.

All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are 18 years of age or older.

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MY MASTER'S GIFT

It was my birthday! My third since I had belonged to the man sitting beside me in his truck.

I glanced over to my Master as he drove into a parking space in the Mall car park. Even after being with him for years, as I looked at his ruggedly handsome face I felt the inevitable butterflies in my stomach.

Three years ago I had given myself to him, totally and absolutely, putting my total trust in his hands, which could be both gentle and harsh with me. In those years he had taken control over everything I did and everything I was.

As I opened the door of his high truck, he was standing there ready to help me out. 'You really need to grow a bit taller slut.' He laughed as he offered me his hand. Gratefully I took it and slid down to the ground. At 6ft 4ins he was nearly a foot taller than me, and he teased me all the time about my lack of hight, yet I knew that was one of the