My Fairytale

Master started to pull back out. He couldn't possibly be done, could he? I wanted to protest and I could feel tears beginning to form. But He thrust back into me. Yes! I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. It felt oh so delicious. Our eyes met and he smiled. He smiled!

"You are mine now. I own you." It wasn't a request. Master told me. I was so happy.

"Yes Master. I am yours, forever." Tears quickly formed.

With His next insertion, I bucked back. His speed increased and I was trying to match Him. I was already on the precipice of something I have never experienced before.

Master was relentless in His assault of my cunt. I mean His cunt. It was more of a pillaging. He was ravishing me in a wicked way, dominating me with a flurry of cock thrusts meant to take his pleasure. In doing so, he was giving me the fucking of a lifetime. But something was missing...

Master then smacked my tits... Hard. That was it! I needed some physicality. Master knew me so well. He threw my legs over His shoulders allowing more access. With one hand, He made an underhanded swoop. It landed with a loud smack against my ass. His other hand began torqueing my nipples. He kept up his mauling, certainly leaving His marks upon my body with a flurry of pinches, twists, and spankings. He loved my nipples. So did I.

"Cum now!"

I exploded in a euphoric delight at the command and all I saw were stars and bright colors as my body seized in a blinding rage. I felt Master's essence flow inside me, claiming what was rightfully His. I never felt so alive.

Master fell to my side, His head propped up by His elbow, and a smirk adorning His face. He was just looking at me. I relished it and smiled back at Him.

"Go get your collar."

My eyes went wide and my smile grew, but I didn't hesitate and ran to my purse. Due to my excitement, it took two attempts to pull the zipper open but once it did, I grabbed the collar and rushed back to Master. When I was in front of Him, I knelt in position and held it up for Him to take.

Master seemed to investigate it while still in my hands. Time seemed to move slowly and for a moment, I thought he'd reconsidered.

"I'm glad to see you chose Andrea."

Master then picked up the collar from my outstretched hands and placed it around my neck. With the fastening of the buckle, I cried a few tears of happiness. I was kneeling in front of my Master, having proof He owned me around my neck, with His cum oozing out of His cunt and down my thigh. I felt so complete.

"We should get to bed. We have an early flight tomorrow."

All I could do is nod.

I was a little disappointed that as I got into bed, He went to the other room. I know Master was just setting the ground rule now that we would not be sleeping together. Makes sense since He does have a wife back home. She'll be the queen and I'll be the princess.

The flight home was the same as the flight to New York - uneventful. I was still hoping to become a part of the mile high club but it never came to fruition. As we entered His house, I heard someone coming from upstairs.

"Master, you're home early." Rochelle announced as she came down the stairs.

It was the first time I had ever heard her reference Master as Master. I don't know why, but it surprised me. It was also the first time I saw her not wearing a turtleneck. In fact, she was only wearing a solitary piece of clothing; a crimson colored collar with diamond studs going around it. A week ago, this sight would have perturbed me. Today, I thought she looked exquisite.

Rochelle paused for but a nanosecond when she saw me but continued on her path. She stopped right in front of Master and knelt down; taking the same position I am now accustomed to taking in front of Him.

"Welcome home, Master. I apologize for not being in the appropriate position for your arrival. I am ready for my punishment." Rochelle then leaned forward and pressed her tits to the floor and put her ass in the air.

Was she serious? How in the world would she have known we were going to arrive back two days early? I didn't understand but Master simply unzipped His duffle bag and pulled out a paddle. It took but an instant for Him to have it in His grasp and to deliver the first blow.

I stood confused, just watching. I didn't understand why it was her fault and why she automatically accepted it. Then my eyes locked with hers. This wasn't about blame... she wanted, no needed this from Master. I glanced up at Him and he knew. He wasn't going to punish her for not being at the front door when we arrived two days early; it was only when she stated as such. What I was witnessing was a dance, a waltz of sorts, between Master and submissive. He knew exactly how much and how hard to deliver each stinging assault.

My eyes focused back on Rochelle and I was jealous. She was enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure just as I had in New York. Even better was that she just taught me a valuable lesson - How to get what I needed from Master when He wasn't going to do as such. He may know how hard to push me, more than I ever knew, but when? I could always hint.

Master had finished with Rochelle's punishment and moved in front of her. "I want your mouth."

Rochelle sat up and her hands eagerly went to His pants. She unbuttoned, unzipped and had His cock out in a blink of an eye. She caressed His manhood briefly before her mouth opened and took in the head. She used her tongue around the shaft as she suckled, allowing saliva to coat all around. Her head then bobbed forward and back and then forward again, picking up speed and depth with each movement.

Master's hand entangled into her hair and He thrust; penetrating her mouth and down her throat until her nose was buried in His hair. She smiled. He pulled back and repeated, every insertion more violent than the last.

I knew the instant Master came. His back arched and He let loose a guttural sound. Rochelle took it all, not allowing a single drop to escape her lips. When He pulled out, she swallowed everything in a single gulp. Such a remarkable woman.

Master put His hand to Rochelle's head again, but this time it was in the most loving manner possible. His fingers laced with her auburn mane and His smile was one of affection. She pressed her head against His palm and reciprocated with a smile of her own. I felt like I was intruding on their tender moment.

Master quickly straightened up His appearance and turned to the couch. "As you know, this is Andrea. She will be staying in the guest room for the foreseeable future."

"Of course Master," Rochelle stood. "I'll show her to her room and then I'll prepare lunch. I'm sure that after your flight, you must be hungry. "

"That sounds wonderful," Master sat and opened up a newspaper that was lying on the coffee table.

Rochelle looked at me, "Follow me."

I had known where it was but reveled in being in Rochelle's presence. Despite her reddened ass, she walked stoically in front of me. With an arm gesture, she allowed me to enter the room first.

"Congratulations." I turned and Rochelle had the warmest smile. She took the two steps toward me with outstretched arms and gave me a firm hug. "I always delight in meeting Master's other submissives."

I tentatively put my arms around the naked woman, the swell of her tits pressing against me. "Thanks, but why congratulations?"

"For finally accepting who you are," Rochelle pulled away. "And don't be so shy around me. From now on, we are going to see a lot of each other."

Her openness stunned me. She knew what my being here meant and didn't seem to care. "You don't mind?"

"Mind?" Rochelle giggled. "No, I'm excited. When I met Master, He was just starting out in this lifestyle. He was so passionate, I couldn't help but be drawn to Him. He actually showed me that I was on the wrong side. You see, I was a dominant, or trying to be. But He saw through me and I became His submissive. Submitting to Him was the best choice I ever made. But I also knew He was already helping other women. I may have been one of the first, but I wasn't going to be the last. I had a decision to make. Accept Master for who He was or find another. I loved Him too much to let go so I supported Him. I helped every woman He did. Then Charlie came around."

Charlie. I completely forgot about him. How do I explain why I am now living in his home? What if he catches me with his Father?

Rochelle must have read my thoughts. "Don't worry about Charlie," she smiled. "I have kept this from him for nineteen years. Not that I'm ashamed, I'm not, it's just that we tried different ways to explain to him the various lifestyles people live, but he's always so conservative."

I laughed. She definitely knew her son.

"Anyways, I miss the camaraderie with the other girls. Oh! That reminds me, if you're interested, I do go to a girl's night once a month with a few other submissives. You're more than welcome to attend."

"Really?" I exasperated.

Rochelle's tits were swaying gently as she appeared as if she was on a spring with the excitement she was radiating. "Yeah, we talk, swap stories, I usually come home desperately needing Master's attention. It's fun."

I giggled, more over her appearance than her words. "I'd love to."

Rochelle gave a head nod toward the door, "C'mon, we need to make lunch."

I followed her until she stopped at the doorjamb.

Rochelle looked over her shoulder back at me, "You should consider changing your attire to match mine." She then smiled, "Unless you want to get punished. But I don't recommend it. Master will come down hard for violating such a basic rule. He may still since you didn't strip when you walked in the door."

I gulped. Damn, I wasn't here more than five minutes before I broke a rule.

"Don't worry about it. Without knowing the rules, you couldn't break them. I'll explain them to you while we make lunch. That's my job."

I smiled as I stripped my clothes.

Rochelle told me everything that would be an infraction while we made an array of sandwiches for lunch. She also went over certain affinities Master has: hobbies, interests, foods. I learned so much from this woman.

I was truly in awe of Rochelle. She was smart, beautiful, understanding... I knew I wanted to be like her in every way. She was so comfortable with herself.

When we were finished, we set the table with three plates and colas. We then went into the living room and Rochelle took the lead.

"Master, lunch is served."

Master folded up the newspaper and placed it neatly back on the coffee table. He walked past us and we followed.

While we ate sandwiches there was an open discussion. Rochelle spoke of everything going on with the household - the plumber will be by tomorrow to fix the clogged sink that couldn't be fixed with a plunger or Drano - and Charlie got an A on his last biology assignment. No shock there. Master spoke of our time in New York and what happened at His club. It was like an ordinary couple discussing the everyday occurrences. Except Rochelle and I were nude.

Afterward, Rochelle and I cleaned up and Master went back into the living room.

I shook my head as I placed a dish in the dishwasher, "That was interesting." I'm not sure what I was expecting and I wasn't disappointed, far from it actually. I still wanted this life. I still wanted Master. I still wanted to learn from Rochelle. But I still felt disbelief at the conversation. A pleasant disbelief. They reminded me of my parents. It just proved that Master was right; I am not two people, but one. We all are. And we are all normal people with the same problems regardless of which lifestyle we live.

Rochelle chuckled, "Not everything can be sexually charged, life still happens." She then put her arm around my shoulder and squeezed, "But we're also honest with ourselves with what we enjoy. And oh what pleasure that honesty brings us."

In that instant, Rochelle made me not care in the slightest about what anyone could say about how I chose to live. I am happy. She made me comfortable with being me.

Rochelle turned on the dishwasher and grabbed a cup of hot tea. It wasn't for her.

"Master needs this because of the instance with Ray. Despite how it worked out, I know he is still upset by it."

She took it into the living room, placed it on the coffee table, and then knelt on the floor next to Master. I did the same on His other side. He had smooth jazz music filtering softly through the air. Master just sat there, listening and sipping His tea. A half hour passed until He set the cup back down on the table and turned off the stereo with the remote. I glanced up and saw a faint smile.

"That was perfect." Master looked down on us, meeting both of our eyes. "It's time to enlighten Charles about how we live. I know we tried being subtle in our attempts in the past, but he's old enough to receive a more direct explanation. He deserves that from his parents."

"I couldn't agree more," Rochelle nodded.

That was great for them, but the thought scared me. There was only three people I worried about telling about how I wanted to live my life - my Mom, my Dad, and my only friend, Charlie. I wasn't worried about what they said as so much of what they might do. I still wanted all of them in my life.

"I want you ladies to stay in my office and I will call you individually when I am ready for you."

"Yes Master," we both spoke in unison as we stood.

When in the privacy of His office, I gazed at Rochelle. She did not exude the confidence she always exhibited. She was nibbling her lower lip, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her body was fidgeting.

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you all right?"

Rochelle's eyes showed fear, "I know Master is right, we shouldn't keep secrets from Charlie, but I don't want to lose my son."

I didn't know what to say, so I simply wrapped my arms around her in a heartfelt hug.

It was then we heard the front door open. We faced each other as we pressed our ears to the door.

"Charles," Master started, "I believe it's time we had a talk."

"Yes, Sir."

"You know, there was a time you called me Dad." There was a pause. "I want you to speak candidly, son. There will be no punishment from this, I promise."

I heard the thud Charlie's book bag made on the ground. "I stopped calling you that when you became more demanding."

"I understand. But I became that way out of frustration. It wasn't the best of responses, but it hurt when I couldn't get you to understand something that I am so passionate about. But that changes today, Charlie."

Master used Charlie's preferred name for the first time since I've started seeing Charlie.

"Is this about lifestyles again," Charlie's tone was one of 'here we go again.' In my mind, I could picture his head falling back and the sigh escaping his lips. I've certainly saw that more than few times.

"This time will be different, Charlie."

"How?"

"It just will be."

"Whatever, let's get this over with."

"I'm a dominant, Charlie."

"A what?"

"I told you this time will be different," I heard Master chuckle. "I take a woman and lead her through her desires. It can be done using tools like paddles, whips, and canes for punishment. Rope and handcuffs can be used for bondage. There are a myriad of ways to ensure a woman gets the experience she not only wants, but needs to be fulfilled sexually. In return, they give me all they have to give."

After that explanation, I felt this conversation can go one of two ways: either Charlie will ask poignant questions or whine and say 'Ew, I don't want to hear about your sexual preferences.'

"You mentioned punishment... Do women really like that?"

"Many do. Many men as well."

"So what you're saying is that you control women."

Master laughed, "There's a lot more to it than that. Usually when two people engage in these acts, there is an agreement beforehand about how far to go with each other. Not to brag, but I'm actually good at noticing the needs of the woman without discussion. I can also spot someone who is denying themselves from their desires and not knowing it. Take Andrea for example. I knew it from the moment I first saw her. Complete denial."

I blushed.

Rochelle gave a slight giggle, "We've all been there Andrea."

"Sir, with all due respect, but I think I know my friend better than you."

"You do? Let's see about that. Andrea, I'm ready for you."

The moment of truth had arrived. Rochelle gave me a reaffirming smile. I took a deep breath and exited the office. The look on Charlie's face was one of shock. Eyes wide, mouth agape shock. I moved quickly and knelt in position next to Master.

Charlie looked at me and then his Father and then back at me and then finally back on his Father. "She's naked."

"Yes, I find a true woman's beauty lies in nudity. Don't you?"

Charlie didn't answer. He instead shook his head. "Is it always like this in your... lifestyle?"

Master patted Charlie's knee, a happy expression adorning his face, "No, and such an excellent question. Generally, the lifestyle doesn't leave the bedroom, or wherever the couple decides to have their fun. Others choose to live the lifestyle fully. Each person, whether they be dominant or submissive, come to their own terms. Andrea is actually an exception because she was determined for me to be her Master and I already have a rule agreement in this house."

Charlie's eyes narrowed, "You mean Andrea wanted this? Wanted to be with you?"

"I tried to show her there are others that can give her what she needs, but it didn't work out as I planned."

Charlie sat in thought for a few seconds, "Wait, you said you already have a set of rules for this house. That means..."

"Yes, your Mother is my submissive. Rochelle, your turn." Master then looked Charlie dead in the eyes, "She's dressed in the same manner as Andrea, so if that upsets you, speak now."

"Uh... I... I don't know."

"Well, we'll give it a shot. If you have problems we'll figure something out, but I assure you that she has an exhibitionist side. She truly enjoys being nude."

The three of us glanced to the hall to see Rochelle's head peeking around the corner. Her eyes were going from Master to Charlie. Master nodded. Her posture suddenly straightened and she walked into view. I knew she was nervous, but she still moved gracefully until she knelt in front of Master.

Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Mom?"

Rochelle's hands cupped her son's, "This is who I am, Charlie. I assure you this is what makes me happy. Master and I have tried to tell you indirectly several times before. Are you okay?"

Charlie gazed into her eyes. I knew what he was seeing: her openness, her honesty in those words, but most of all her fear of his denial.

He smiled, "I'm fine Mom. I'm glad to know you're happy." Charlie then looked at me. I knew his question without him speaking it.

Master had not given permission to Rochelle to speak, but I assume they had 'being able to speak to her son' in their agreement. I did not have such a luxury, but I had to quell his curiosity, regardless if it meant punishment. "Charlie, I'm happy. Actually, it's more than that. It's perfect."

Charlie seemed to peer at my soul. After a moments time he concluded, "I believe you." He then snickered as he looked to Master, "So that prostitute you got me for my eighteenth birthday?"

"Lucinda's a dominant I trained," Master chuckled. "I was hoping she would gauge your interest in the lifestyle, maybe give you a few pointers if you were genuinely curious."

Charlie shook his head, "I declined because I didn't want my first time to be with a hooker." He then took in the scene of his Mother and me in front of Master. His eyes became serious, "Dad, I understand now and I would love for you to teach me."