"Yes, of course Rose. Hurry back." I expected the hand to leave with its presumed owner but when she got up I felt the fingers begin to slide along my length. I looked over at Bettie expecting that mischievous smile I had seen so often during our play a few hours ago, but she was fast asleep. Her face mashed sweetly into my shoulder and one hand tucked over her head. I followed the length of her body down past the taut stretch of breast and the gentle curve of her hip until I saw Raven, his head propped on Bettie's thigh. He was half asleep, with just one eye open and his hand stretched over my body. My head fell back and I sifted through my memories a bit more carefully, looking for any indication of promises made to Raven in the erotic haze of the evening. Nothing surfaced. I looked back down and saw Raven frown slightly as my arousal wilted.

"Sorry Raven, I'm just not into guys. Thanks for the wake up though, it was great." I kept my voice low, being careful not to wake Bettie. I prodded for a moment the fact that even days ago I would have had a stronger negative reaction to Raven's foray onto my body. Nothing surfaced to deny the fact that I was either becoming much happier with my sexuality, or I was just too well laid to care. I was voting for a little of both.

Rose returned a few minutes later and I pulled her down for a long happy kiss. She smiled and nuzzled sleepily into my chest. The motion woke Bettie and soon they were kissing each other good morning over me. I let that continue until Bettie set a hand squarely on my bladder to lift herself to a sitting position. I came bolt upright and had Rose lead me to the bathroom, and then to the showers. I knew they had to be around somewhere, this place was both smaller and larger than it seemed and I thought I would never work out how that was.

We got to the showers and it turned out to be the same massive room I had spent my morning in the day before. How long ago that seemed. I flexed my new possession of Rose for a bit and ordered her under the spray to wash my back. She leapt happily and I watched her slip slither to the floor in a puddle of silk before I finally got my first glimpse of her body. She was a vision. My gaze wandered from her wide open smile, so different from tears last night, along the graceful curve of her neck. As she came closer I could she was petite in every way, but perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were set low on her chest and the curves were so purely sexual I wondered how I was going to let her wear clothes today. Her hips flared just enough to set off her legs and I found myself warming despite the cool temperature of the shower. She was completely shaved. I was so lost in contemplation of her body that I was startled when she spoke.

"Master." It was a statement and a request to speak, all rolled into one.

"Yes Rose?" I realized I was actually nervous to reach out and touch her. I had overcome everything society had told me about staring in a few short days, but I was suddenly in the middle of a battle with myself over whether we had spent enough time together for me to casually run my fingers along her body.
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"Master, I need to wash your back." She spoke so gently and quietly it took me nearly ten seconds to realize what she was saying. I was leaning back against the shower wall with my arms crossed in front of my chest, just watching her stand there through the falling water.

"Oh, um, right. Thank you Rose." I stumbled for words, feeling my self confidence slip a notch. I realized the whole Master and servant lifestyle was a lot harder from the top than I had ever expected. I stepped forward and allowed Rose to begin soaping my body. She ran her hands along my back, working her surprisingly strong fingers in to the knots in my back. She carefully ran her hands along the length of my spine and the feel of her skin sent a thrill through my body that was nothing compared to the thrill in my mind. The knowledge had risen, unbidden through my thoughts that here, washing my back was a girl who would quite literally do anything I told her to do. She would also not do anything I didn't give her permission to do, and that included some pretty major things I had been taking for granted. I had to feed her and make sure she showered off the sweat and dried juices of the night before, I had to make sure her needs were met; and I was looking forward to every minute of it. I was shocked to realize that for the first time in my life I was really looking forward to that big word, responsibility.

I turned so Rose could rinse my back and thoughts of the larger issues at hand vaporized. Rose leaned forward to wrap her arms around me and rinse the suds off, and in the process, two things happened. The first was I felt her nipples, hard as stone but with that unmistakable texture of nipple, drag across my chest. The second was that she began to slowly kiss her way from my chest down. As the rinsed my shoulders, she kissed my collar bone. As she rinsed my upper back, she kissed my nipples. As she worked her way down my back, so did her lips work their way down my front; until she was gently kneading my buttocks and no longer kissing, but sucking me into her mouth. I gasped and my hands fluttered for a moment in indecision. I finally settled my hands on her shoulders, touching her soft throat and chin as she impaled herself on me.

My breath caught as she changed her rhythm and in that instant I could feel the urgency in her mouth and the tension in her shoulders. This was so much more than sex for her, this was comfort and security. I went from arousal to worry and through to caring in the space of an instant, I knew this was as important to her as food or shelter, and I remembered her whispering in my ear last night, "Trust me Master, and show me you trust me." That memory was all it took. I felt my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her shoulders as I shuddered. And she clung to me making small keening noises in her throat until I was done.

I could barely stand as she rose to her feet in front of me and leaned in for a kiss. "Thank you Master. I needed that."

"You are so welcome Rose. That was marvelous." I was still a little unsteady on my feet so I leaned on her for support, and on an impulse I slid a hand along the length of her body, until I could feel, even with the beating water of the shower that she was wet and swollen with arousal. I wrapped one arm around her and ran a finger across every nerve between her legs. She gasped and her entire body tightened against mine. I kept my touches gentle but insistent as I watched the muscles play in her stomach. She was so close I felt like I could have stopped touching her and just ordered her to come, but I wanted to draw her out, reward her bodily for the pleasure she had given me. I curled my finger and stroked just her inner labia, her sighs lowered in intensity, but I could see her resisting the urge to twitch her hips and regain the lost contact. I felt her inner muscles fluttering under my touch and again ran my finger along the length of her, highly aware of her breath on my neck and the gasps of pleasure I was eliciting from her.
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Rose leaned into me, her breasts mashed flat against my chest and her arms wrapped around my neck for support. I held her tight in one arm and gently rubbed my finger back and forth against her hood, she cried out and I repeated the motion. Once more was enough, her grip tightened and then her entire body went rigid as she cried out in my ear. She came standing against me, but I had to catch her a second later as the strength of her arousal left her and she slumped in my arms.

I cradled her to me under the water and ran my free arm along her side and down her back. Rinsing the sweat and dust of the previous day away, I kissed the back of her neck while she buried her head in my chest and shuddered as the water sluiced over sensitized flesh. Soon we were done, and I half carried half led her across the shower floor until we could both sit on a bench. I grabbed a towel and began to dry her hair tenderly while she lay, still slumped against my chest. I could tell she was tired, but there was more than that. I felt it too. My heart was beating like a hummingbird's and every time I touched her skin it beat extra hard. I could feel her heart pounding under my fingers wherever I touched her and she was so quiet for a moment I feared I had in some way caused her harm. When we were both dry enough for comfort, I slung the towel over a hook above our heads and wrapped both arms around her. I could hear her mumbling something under her breath so I leaned forward and listened. What I heard was both gratifying and terrifying at the same time. She kept repeating the same three phrases over and over.

"Please don't let it be a dream. Please don't let her find me. Please don't make me be alone. Please don't let it be a dream…" I realized she was rocking herself against my arms as well and that I had to do something while she was still even this conscious of the world around her.

I turned Rose to face me and lifted her chin in my hand. The other hand I kept wrapped around her, settled on her lower back. "Rose, Rose can you hear me?" She barely registered my words and the mantra never faltered. I wrapped both arms around her again and pulled her to me. "Rose, you're not alone, I'm right here, you're not alone. You're safe Rose, you're safe. She can't get to you while I'm here, I won't let her. You're mine Rose; I won't let anything happen to you." The last sentence finally got her attention. She stopped rocking and her voice fell still for a moment. Then she threw herself at me, wrapped both arms around my neck and held on tight enough that I had trouble breathing.

"Really?" Her voice was still on the brink of tears, but she was at least interacting with the world at large. "You mean it? You really want me? I'm really your slave?" She had hope and fear in her voice and it was all I could do not to propose marriage or permanent ownership or whatever worked in this life, just to take the hurt out of her voice. Instead I responded as carefully as I could, still holding her tight. And talking around the lump in my throat that had nothing to do with the death grip she had on me.

"Yes Rose, You are really my slave. I am really your master. From now until-" She literally stopped me talking with her grip that time.

"No, please no, please don't tell me when you're going to throw me away. Just let me stay in the here and now; at least for a little while longer."
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I saw red, I went from upset and worried and concerned and caring to a single white hot point of burning rage when I heard her words. "Throw you away?" I tried to keep the anger out of my voice, tried not to scare her, but I could tell she was aware of my sudden shift in mood. I tried to reassure her with words. "Rose, I would never throw you away, I’m angry because the fact that you would think that means you've been so terribly mistreated already that someone needs to have their teeth kicked in!" My blood was boiling and I was ready for a fight, I looked around and the only thing to hit in the room was the knuckle crushing marble of the shower walls. I was not normally a violent person, and the idea of uselessly mangling my hand seemed a little like over kill, so I took a few deep breaths to calm my self. I looked down across Rose's back and tried to lose myself in the beauty of her form and the sensuality of our shared contact. It worked, for the moment.

"Rose, darling, I'm right here. Tell me what happened."

"Please no, not right now. Just let me have a few more minutes of being yours. Please don't make me relive that until I have to go back." Her back was shuddering in barely concealed sobs now. I was again wishing there was a punching bag in the room, or someone who deserved a good pummeling. As it was Francis nearly got popped when he spoke from behind me.

"Remember Xeno, never hit in anger. Not even in a fight. Violence is a valuable tool, not to be wasted on a moment you will not recall, and besides, it is so much better to wield the whip in pleasure. For anger, revenge is the answer." Francis danced out of the way of my half hearted jab as he sauntered around the bench and squatted in front of me. He had changed clothes again, now he was wearing what could never be described as a theme outfit. Black and white vertically striped leather pants did their best not to compliment a skin hugging gold lame t-shirt and the lime green sash he wore around his waist was enough to turn the outfit itself semi violent.

"Morning Francis." I finally averted my eyes, returning to the graceful shape of Rose's back as she lay with her head back in my lap, her arms wrapped around me. I realized this was becoming a habitual position for us and felt myself stir. I tried to suppress the urge, telling myself now was not the time, but Francis must have read my mind because he, as usual, had something to say.

"Arousal is natural in circumstances of danger or anger. Did you know that some ancient cultures used to stage huge fights before an orgy just to further fan the flames of lust? The smell of blood can put a female into heat in fact. Don't fight nature Xeno; it'll only give you strange ideas that damage everything and everyone around you. Instead, shape your reactions to fit. Nature knows what she is doing, even when we don't." Francis laughed and began to rise; he stopped though and reached up over his head to the baskets that dangled above the benches.

"Clothes may not be necessary just yet, but they will be soon. Breakfast is being served in the great hall. When she's ready, ask Rose. She knows where it is. Have fun Xeno, it's all that stands between us and the beast." And then he did rise. Francis pulled a penny whistle from his back pocket and danced away playing a strange tune that I would have sworn I'd never heard before, but at the same time sounded curiously familiar.
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Rose began rubbing her cheek along my stomach and groin. I was getting harder with every action and while it felt wrong, I took a moment to ask myself why it felt wrong. The answer was immediate and surprising. Because I had been taught that sex was supposed to follow certain steps, primarily, some form of courtship or date, then kissing, then mutual groping, and then sex. You could condense the process into one night, and on occasion it could run from comforting, straight through to the kissing part; but then the male was supposed to keep calm and keep comforting the girl, not take the first opportunity to get laid. I prodded the thought with Francis' advice about following nature. I was having an admittedly natural reaction to having a beautiful naked girl rubbing on me. She was taking comfort from the fact that I trusted her enough to have that reaction. The only two people involved were Rose and I. Years of social training flew to pieces under the attack of simple questioning. I wondered what other things I had been taught that were even now putting strange influences on my actions. I wondered for an entire three seconds before Rose found my other head and erased my every thought with warm lips and her amazing tongue.

For a moment I just sat, mind blank, body enraptured, my arms running the length of her back. Then, I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me. "Rose, I want you." I cut off her pleased moan with a kiss, tender and lingering while she lifted herself above me and I guided myself to her. She settled slowly at first, moaning into my mouth as I slid past arousal engorged labia. Finally, after a millennium of slow torture I felt her thighs settle on mine. I leaned her back against the bench, cradling her head in my arms and began to slowly rock inside her. She broke our kiss to cry out as I rubbed along the length of her slit and I felt her shift then to rock against me. Soon she was meeting my thrusts, her breath coming out in sobs of pleasure as we began slamming into each other. She was so tight I was afraid I would tear something until she cried out in my ear.

"Harder master, please!"

A moment of sadistic pleasure thrilled through me and the temptation to slow my thrusts, while short lived, brought a smile to my face. But her hips rose to meet mine and the impact jolted through my body like an electric shock. I pressed one hand to the bench above her head and lifted myself above her body, with the other hand I first caressed and then pinched a nipple. My hips were slamming into her and only my hand braced now against her shoulder kept us both from sliding off the bench and onto the floor. When I pressed my fingers together around her nipple she begged for more and that was nearly more than I could take. I squeezed and felt her muscles tremble around me. I shifted my grip and pulled her nipple taught while I thrust again and to my pleased surprise, she came. Her cries echoed through the shower and pushed me over the edge. She thrashed underneath me as I thrust through our mutual orgasm, her breath came fast and hard and her hands came up to grab my hips. She pulled me to her, so deep I could feel her stretch around my swollen member. I felt her hips rocking again, sucking every last inch of pleasure from the contact before she finally fell limp to the bench beneath me.

For a moment I nearly collapsed on top of her, but the sight of her body, slender and fine-boned looked too frail so I held myself, trembling above her until her breathing began to even out and she spoke. "Thank you my master, ooh that was nice." She ran a hand along my back and must have noticed my muscles trembling because she started to sit up. I shifted and she scooted sideways to make room. We sat in silence for a moment and then I stood and led her back into the shower to rinse the sweat and our mingled juices off.
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I washed her this time, cupping her breasts in my hand and squeezing her buttocks as I lathered her body. I kissed her neck and washed her feet and told her to stand still every time she made a move to help. I washed her hair gently and then led her out of the shower to the towels. She again tried to help, but I ordered her to put her hands behind her neck and stand so I could admire her. She did, and I did. She was amazingly beautiful. I saw three small indentations on her right butt cheek where I must at some point have dug my finger nails into her. Her nipple was still swollen from the attention and she gasped and giggled when I leaned over to run my tongue around it. I carefully toweled her dry and then handed her a fresh towel and let her dry me off. Her hands were soft and she spent more time running them along the lines of my body then she did using them to dry me, but I was so far beyond complaint that I only stopped her when I was completely dry and Francis' promise of breakfast began to echo in my mind.

I reached above us for the clothing baskets and wondered if clothes were always provided for members, or if this was just a service for incoming members who were not allowed to come and go as they pleased. The memory of my leather pants, shredded at the zipper and torn along the seams floated through the memory and I winced inwardly at the cost of maintaining the clothing if all the members were in the habit of getting quite that rowdy with each other.

I pulled from the basket a delicate silk skirt and blouse set which I handed to Rose. While she dressed I reached in again and found an outfit similar to the one I had worn yesterday, but this time the leather was a soft gray, and the shirt was solid black. I found shoes for both of us, delicate rose hued sandals that matched the soft tint of the silk she now wore, and soft gray leather boots that pulled on easily and came to mid calf for myself. Once I was dressed I told Rose to stand for me, she did and turned slowly while I let my eyes roam her body. The blouse did nothing to hide the darkened circles of her nipples and it hugged tightly enough to show off the outer curve of her breast. The skirt was low slung, and combined with the short cut of the blouse, it conspired to show off more of the flat planes of her stomach than I would have thought possible. The skirt hugged her hips for less than an inch and then flared to a pleated cloud around her thighs. When she stepped into the sandals, the slight heel lifted her enough that the skirt offered peeks of her backside at every move.

When I had drunk my visual fill of the beauty standing before me, I stood and kissed her. I reached into the basket for one last item that experience and intuition told me it would be there and it was. A daisy chain of collar, cuffs, ankle-cuffs and a leash; I took them from the basket and ordered Rose to place her hands on the bench. I moved around her locking each white cuff or collar into place. They were presumably the same restraints from last night, white and delicate with a single ring on each. I stood back and ran my hands over her bent body so that I smoothed her clothes as I caressed the skin beneath. I told Rose how beautiful she was, helped her to rise, clipped the leash into place at her neck, and commanded her to lead us to breakfast.