Kassie's Service

Kassie’s Service

by Elliot Silvestri

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Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work
is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

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characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This
work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

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The Red Collar

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Than Others

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Part One

Chapter One

Walking into Joseph’s house was the more difficult than
she had imagined. Yes, she had found his ad on the adult dating website, met
him in a public place, got all his important personal information, did some
basic sleuthing on him, even found his Facebook page; Kassie had taken all the
right precautions. She was feeling super-responsible and adult, even if she was
only eighteen. While what they were planning was strange, it wasn’t
illegal—strictly speaking—and she had never once gotten a creepy or weird vibe
from her. She listened to her gut and not her lust. Everything seemed normal.

Except for the fact she was going to let a man nearly
twice her age use her as a sexual plaything.

When he answered the door Joseph was dressed casually. It
was early evening and he was home from work. She had told her parents she was
going out for a job interview.

“With whom?” her mother demanded.

Kassie reluctantly handed over Joseph’s name and business
card as instructed by him.

“What kind of business interviews someone outside of
normal hours?” her mother demanded.

“It’s a personal assistant job,” Kassie told her. “He’s
one of those business managers running around all day. He doesn’t have time to
interview during the day. Geez, Mom, it’s only six o’clock. If I was going to
work at a movie theater I’d be out until midnight every day.”

The logic wasn’t quite right but it passed muster.

“Hello, Kassie,” Joseph said as he ushered her inside.
“Are you ready for your interview?”

She nodded and balled her hands into fists to stop her fingers
from trembling. She was half-excited and half-nervous about what she was
contemplating. “Yes,” she said clearly.

“Good. This is just an interview with no guarantee of employment
as a personal assistant of mine. I have several demands that you might find too
stressful or be unwilling to do. We’ve discussed them already. Are you ready to
begin?”

Kassie nodded her head again and wished she hadn’t  worn
her hair back in a stupid ponytail. That only made her look younger and more
immature. But was that what Joseph wanted? It was hard to tell. She dressed
neatly for the interview, not too professional, not too outrageous, nothing too
sexy. “Yes. Just a little nervous.”

“That’s good,” he told her. “That’s to be expected. This
is a little scary; I understand. If you want to walk out at any time, just say
the word
eclipse
and we’ll stop everything and you’ll leave. No hard
feelings. No problems. If you change your mind, even after a minute of sitting
in your car, just call me and we can continue when you’re ready.”

She laughed nervously. “Why are you doing this? Being so
nice.”

His smile was lopsided. He had crow’s feet in the
corner’s of his eyes and a touch of gray in his hair at the temples but was
otherwise just another man. “Because this only works if you trust and respect
me. I have special needs; I can’t force you to fulfill them. I want you to fulfill
them because you have a burning desire to do so. Understand?”

“I think so.”

He nodded. “You’re young. You’re a bit confused still.
It’s my job not to spoil you for others in your future, but I have desires that
I can’t ignore either.”

“Right,” she agreed vaguely.

He gestured to her, leading her from the entrance hall,
through the kitchen that appeared to be completely unused, and into a living
room where the window shades were drawn. She doubted anyone would be peeping
inside the house. They were in the middle of suburbia at the top of a fairly
substantial rolling hill. Anyone spying on them would have to drive up a long
and winding driveway. She followed him into the room. Joseph flopped himself
into the large couch while she stood nervously in the middle of the room. He
didn’t offer her a seat and she didn’t know what to do as he stared at her.

Her clothes weren’t revealing but they did show off her
young and trim body. She wished her breasts were bigger; being flatchested
through high school hadn’t made her popular with the boys. She considered
herself to have very plain looks, not notable at all beyond her platinum blond
hair, but Joseph insisted she was a classic beauty. Mostly she tried to stay
out of the sun because of too many sunburns when she was very little and ate a
healthy diet.

“Sorry for staring, but you have an incredible striking
look. Unique. I like that. I hate the conformity of too many women in our
society. I like how you are proud of your appearance.”

Kassie wouldn’t go that far, but she wasn’t ashamed of
her looks. She didn’t see a monster when she looked in the mirror.

“Let me ask you a few questions first. You need to answer
honestly. Don’t try to guess the answer you think I want. Some you’ve already
answered and I just want you to repeat them for me. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a virgin?” he asked. On the couch next to him
was a clipboard. She hadn’t noticed it when she first walked in. Joseph had
picked it up and was now making notes.

“No.” She blushed as the admission. He already knew this,
so the reaction was stupid.

“How many boys—men—have you slept with?”

“Just two.”

“Both while you were in high school?”

“Yes.”

He scribbled a comment on the paper held to the
clipboard.

“Have you had oral sex? Giving or receiving?”

“Both,” she answered with a bit of pride. The first
orgasm she ever had that wasn’t at her own hand was with her first real
boyfriend who loved to eat her pussy.

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Have you ever had sex with a girl—a woman?”

This was a new question. “No,” she answered honestly

“Have you ever kissed another woman? I’m not talking
about your grandmother or aunt. I mean a kiss from a woman you wanted to have
sex with.”

“No,” she repeated. He made another note.

“Do you think you might be bisexual?”

This question was new as well. She opened her mouth to
answer but no words came out at first. “I…I don’t know. I mean, I like boys.
Girls are pretty and all, but I don’t think so.”

“What would you do if an extremely attractive woman whom
you found fascinating, interesting, and friendly asked you to go to bed with
her?”

He was pressing her hard now. It wasn’t a question she
had really ever considered. She hadn’t ever considered lesbianism to be part of
her sexuality. “I don’t know. I suppose it would depend on the circumstances.”

“Would you say no because you think sex between two women
is wrong, illegal, or immoral.”

That question was easy to answer. “No. I don’t have a
problem with lesbians or gays.”

“Would you go to bed with her if you wanted to make her
happy, to please her because you just liked her as a person?”

Kassie tilted her head to the side. It was a strange
question. “Yes, I suppose I might do that. But that’s hypothetical, isn’t it?”

Joseph said nothing for a moment and made another note.

 “Do you have any body piercings?”

That was an easier question. “No. Just my ears.”

“If I asked you to, would you get a body piercing of my
choice?”

She swallowed. “Yes. If you told me to. It would scare me
though.”

He nodded and made a note.

“Any tattoos?”

“No.”

“Same question. If I asked you to, would you get a tattoo
of my choice?”

Her answer came slowly. “If you insisted, I suppose yes.
But tattoos are forever, this is just supposed to last a year, right?”

Joseph glance up at her while he wrote. “I’m asking the
questions. Not you.”

She nodded, remembering her place.

“How long have you had sexual fantasies about being tied
up and made to perform sex acts at someone else’s order?”

This he had already asked before. “Probably around
thirteen when I found my parents’ copies of
The Story of O
and
The
Joy of Sex
. And other books.” She smiled confidently.”

“Have you ever been tied up during sex?”

“No.”

“Have you ever been spanked before or during sex?”

“No.”

“Has anyone asked you to be your sexual slave?”

The smile on her lips disappeared when she said softly,
“Just you.”

“Do you find bondage and discipline or domination and
submission morally wrong?”

“No,” her voice was very soft now. “I find them, the idea
of them at least, exciting.”

“Do you consider yourself a submissive?”

That question was hard to answer. Her voice was still
small and soft. “I think so. I want to please men—boys—with sex, to do what
they ask. I find it…exciting…to be under someone else’s control.”

He made a few notes before finally asking, “Do you want
to be my slave?” Joseph looked up from his clipboard and met her eyes.
Immediately she cast her eyes downward to look at the floor. She was ashamed of
her answer. “Don’t look down,” he barked at her. “Look me in the eye and give
me an answer.”

It was nearly impossible to pick her eyes up off the
ground, but Kassie forced herself to follow his order. This is what she wanted,
wasn’t it?

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Take off your clothes,” he said. His voice was calmer
now.

She had been expecting this. He told her it would be
required. It was still strange. The only people to have seen her naked since
puberty were her two short-lived boyfriends, her mother (once in the bathroom
during a minor emergency), and her doctor. She had tried to prepare herself for
the moment. Her mental gymnastics hadn’t done anything to make the order seem
normal.

“Yes sir,” she answered. Kicking off her shoes was easy.
The socks were next. Those were nothing. It was a meaningless gesture. She
glanced at Joseph. He was watching her expectantly.

Her shirt was next. She unbuttoned the two top buttons
with trembling fingers. Joseph waited patiently but she couldn’t bear to deal
with her stupid, unresponsive body. Instead of undoing all the buttons on the
front she instead yanked the blouse up over her head exposing her plain white
bra for him to admire. It wasn’t much to admire. She filled it—barely.