CHAPTER 38: The Virgin’s Master, Part 1

“Is Michael coming too, Master?”

“Charlotte, Michael would slay dragons to be here when you are. Yes, he will be here.”

“So, what will we be doing tonight? Or is it another of your ‘surprises’?”

He smiles down at me as I kneel in front of him. I don’t need to, and he never asks it of me now, outside of our ‘games’, but I know that he likes it. And I want to make my Master happy. He has done so much for me. I owe it to him.

“No, not a surprise today Charlotte, but we did, both of us, want to try something new with you.”

“Master?”

“Always before, we have spent our time with you in a very controlled environment, and if we had…um... guests, Michael and I have always chosen them carefully for you; vetted them if you like. Either they were men we knew or knew by reputation. We had a clear idea of how they would behave with you. We knew that they were…er… ‘clean’. In short, we did everything we could to ensure that we could all, you, me, Michael, do anything we wanted to, safely.”

I ponder his words, anxiety curling through the pit of my stomach. “So, what is it that you want to do now Master?”

“There are clubs we can go to Charlotte; parties, meeting places, where we can meet similar people to play our games.”

“With strangers? Strangers to you, I mean?”

“Yes, strangers to me.” His head tilts as he gazes, dark-eyed, down at me. “How do you feel about that?”

I hesitate but, “I trust you, Master.”

“Good. Michael will join us presently and then we can go to enjoy our evening out.” He waves a hand at a box, which I have been politely failing to notice or to comment on. It is beautifully gift wrapped and looks expensive. “I bought you a gift, which I hope you would like to use for this evening.”


I study myself in the tall mirror. My long red hair is up, and elaborately coiffured, held in place with jewelled pins. The dress, my Master’s gift, is beautiful: halter-necked, ankle-length but slit to the hip, gathered below the breast, but low cut to display my cleavage, and falling in a glitter of sparkling black. When I move, it sways elegantly around my ankles, fracturing the light of the candles glimmering about me. A matching necklace of black gems hangs at my neck, and I have made up my eyes very dark, to match the dress.

I have turned the lights down low, to see the correct effect. I know I am beautiful. I do not have to pretend, but unease gnaws at me. I fight back the tears which prick the back of my eyes, threatening to spill and flow.

Strangers...

In the mirror, I see my Master enter the room behind me. He approaches, standing close, slipping an arm around my waist, and kissing the nape of my neck. His eyes are soft, as he bends to rest his face against mine.

“Charlotte, you look... exquisite.”

“Thank you, Master. And thank you for the dress. It must have cost you a lot of money.”

He kisses my neck again. “Money well spent I think.” Then he pauses, and I see him looking at me, side-on, in the mirror. “Are you alright Charlotte?”

I hesitate. He is so good to me. How can I say it?

He waits for a moment. “You’re unhappy. What’s the matter Charlotte? Tell me.”

I gulp, biting my lower lip, hanging my head.

“Is it this evening? You don’t want to go to the club?”

I shake my head. “I’m a bit scared, Master.”

He laughs, a low rumble from deep in his chest. “Scared? You? The girl who stood naked in front of a crowd of strangers, and auctioned her virginity to the highest bidder? Scared?”

I say nothing.

“Why Charlotte?”, bafflement in his voice. “I thought you would enjoy yourself? You always seemed to before, even when I gave you a... challenging, number of partners.”

“But always before, Master, they were men you knew. I know that you checked them out for me, that you were careful for me. In a club, it won’t be like that. They’ll be strangers. you won’t know anything about them.”

“Michael and I will be with you. You don’t seriously think we would abandon you? Allow anything untoward to happen?”

“No of course not, Master, it’s just...” My voice trails off. I don’t know what to say. I know only that I do not feel ready for the challenge my Master is setting me. “Could we... could we just stay here instead, tonight? We can enjoy being together, can’t we? You and me and Michael?”

He is silent, and I see him watching me in the reflection, his eyes wide-pupilled and dark in the half-light.

“Are you... are you angry with me Master?”

He tosses his head, wiping a hand through his hair. “Angry? How could I be angry with you?” He kisses the back of my neck again, then the side of my face. Taking me by the shoulders, he squares me to the mirror. “Look,” he whispers, pointing a long finger at our reflections. “Look at what I see.”

His fingers slide into my hair, and one by one, he removes the pins holding it in its elaborate style.

“Charlotte. When first, I, the highest bidder in an auction, bought you, we had a contract. I owned you, body and soul for a week. I took your virginity, and, although you seemed to enjoy yourself through the week, at the end, I fully expected that I would never see you again...”

The last pin removed, he runs his hands through my fiery locks so that they fall, cascading over my shoulders and down to my waist.

“... I believed that a young and beautiful woman like you, intelligent, full of life, would soon find someone, some man that she would love, perhaps many men. I was sure that you would not want to see me again, the man who had you, Bought and Sold.”

His hands slip into the neckline of the dress, slipping the tiny buttons apart until the halter falls away.

He continues. “And yet, despite your now having no obligation to do so, you return to me, time and again...”

He glides the zip of the dress slowly down at the back until it opens, then falls to my feet, leaving me naked. I see him standing behind me, tall and dark, his face half-shadowed by in candlelight. His hand circles my waist again, pulling me in close to him.

“... You keep returning to me Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you...”

He stands so close behind me, the bulge of his erection pressing against my back through his clothing.

“... You kneel at my feet, and you call me ‘Master’.” He kisses the side of my face again. “How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Master?”From beyond the room, there is the click of a lock, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing again. Footsteps, then “James? Charlotte?”

“In here, Michael,” calls my Master.

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