MASTERED: (The Novel) (10 page)

Before he could ask for an
explanation, a commotion erupted as Stephanie and Teresa emerged as one from
Teresa's office.
Chittering
like gossiping
schoolgirls, it was clear that his arrival was trumpeted to the loftiest of
heights.

“James, it's so good to see you!
It's been far too long.” Teresa gushed as she exaggeratedly kiss-kissed him on
both cheeks. Observing, one might assume they were standing in the shadow of
the Eiffel Tower itself. James could practically see Teresa's sharp mind at
work as her eyes darted shrewdly between he and Missy. His eyes crinkled in
amusement when she turned directly to Missy and demanded; “Is
he
the reason you were later than usual
this morning? Is Mr. Colton the man you mentioned? Hmmm...?”

It struck James as against
Missy's nature to discuss their unforeseen and extremely intimate encounter
with anyone. That said
,
it intrigued him to observe
the array of emotions parading unchecked across her flushed face.
It was clear that poker would not be a diversion
in which she would excel
. At long last, she managed to stammer out a
simple “Yes, ma'am.”

Teresa almost hooted as she
plucked the delicate garments that James selected from his arms, depositing them
unceremoniously into Missy's. Directing her to place them in a private dressing
room, she linked her arm through his and gave him her most dazzling smile.
“Surely you have time for a nice glass of wine and a chat. I’d so love to catch
up.”

He had barely nodded his assent
before Teresa swept him off in the direction of her office. All that remained
in their wake was a whiff of his cologne and the sound of her tinkling
laughter.

 
And Missy's inaudible squeals of horror.

Groaning under the almost
unbearable weight of the few feminine
frillies
she
was suddenly encumbered with, Missy moved laboriously towards the private
dressing rooms. Boutique
Ebony&Ivory
catered
exclusively to the desires of wealthy women. Yet, their commitment to providing
the complete 'European Experience' led to some noteworthy practices. One
example was displaying irresistible baubles utilizing an ebony-clad sales staff
as mobile backdrops.

Another; these two richly
appointed private rooms. On Monday through Wednesday evenings, men were
encouraged to come in to shop for their mothers, secretaries, wives and/or
mistresses.

Invited to relax on plush sofas,
they were offered an array of refreshments. This usually included the option of
a glass of wine or a flute of champagne. Soft classical music was piped in
through a multitude of unobtrusive speakers. The crème de la crème of
fashion publications were
conspicuously displayed throughout both cozy enclaves.

The best lighting available
illuminated a small, slightly elevated platform. This mini-stage was surrounded
by a semi-circle of floor to ceiling smoked mirrors. It was upon this podium that
a staff member would 'model' garments which the gentleman selected.

There were two restrictions
attached to this pair of private rooms. Two stringent rules meant to be rigorously
adhered to at all times and by all parties. The first concerned the door. It
remained open at all times, no exceptions. The second prohibited the modeling
of undergarments or lingerie. Failure to adhere to either policy would result
in the immediate termination of the offending staff member. The man would be
escorted from the premises.

They meant
business
, excuse the pun.

That Teresa had so casually
instructed her to place these undergarments in a private dressing room alarmed
Missy almost as much as James's unexpected arrival. And, almost as much as
watching the pair of
them
stroll off arm-in-arm, to
discuss who-knew-what!

Teresa herself was blatantly
disregarding one of her most hard-and-fast rules. Missy could only assume that
the second was soon to follow. Her
tumulted
brain
grappled with James's obvious familiarity with the boutique. Not to mention her
boss's over-the-top and unprofessional behavior towards him.

Entering the inner sanctum, Missy
located the cleverly hidden change room. It was virtually invisible behind the
middle expanse of mirror that encircled the dais. As she carefully hung the
delicates
on antique brass hooks, she was able to
scrutinize the lingerie for the first time. Her breath caught in her throat.

There was no question as to his
exquisite taste. Every article of clothing in Boutique
Ebony&Ivory
was black, white; or a combination thereof. The pricey accessories, however,
came in every shade imaginable. Hats, belts, shoes, bags, boots, scarves,
and
lingerie
, contrasted strikingly against
the starker backdrop.

The traditional Victorian La
Perla
corset James selected was of a sleek virginal white,
as were the matching ruffled panties. The
shortie
negligee was of the softest pink hue imaginable; so sheer as to almost trick
the eye as to its very existence. The matching bra and thong panties were of a
slightly darker shade.
Thankfully!

Lingerie was a luxury that Missy
had never been able to indulge. The thought of parading around half naked in
front of
him
was
not
something she savored.
Particularly
not at her place of employment!

Had Missy the ability to see into
the future, she would have readily agreed that parading around half naked was
the least of her
concerns.

Chapter
28

”I envision you in nothing other
than cuffs, collars, and clamps, my dear. Perhaps
a nice ball
gag
or butt plug to complete the ensemble.”

James relaxed on the sofa,
leaning back with legs splayed wide. Seemingly with all the time in the world,
he gnawed on his favorite cigar and sipped at the dregs of a so-so glass of
chardonnay.

The door was firmly closed, courtesy
of Teresa herself. But not until she reminded him three times to use the
intercom at his elbow if he should require anything.
“Anything
at all, James.”

Missy stood before him on the
professionally-lit stage. From his vantage point, he could literally see the goose
bumps as they rose on her flesh at his foreboding words. He continued serenely,
“But alas, this quaint little shop doesn't offer such charming accoutrements,
so we shall have to make do. Shan't we, my delightful little whore?”

Although it proved necessary to
repeat the query, James's patience was rewarded. Barely audible, she responded
appropriately and respectfully, “Yes, Sir. Make do Sir.”

“Good girl! Now, let's begin with
the pink, shall we?” It wasn’t a question and she didn't need to be told twice.
Before long, the changing room door opened; if only a crack. Missy's
beautifully stricken, face peeked out. “Don't make me wait, girl!” James
snapped the words at her. Their effect was precisely as he expected.

She didn't hesitate one second
further before scurrying from the change room to stand in the middle of the
dais. Missy wrapped both arms protectively around herself. His cock hardened
immediately at the sight of her delectable, albeit useless, attempts to cover
herself. She was absolutely stunning in her innocence.

The negligee wasn't half-bad
either.

“Stand up straight, girl. Arms at
your sides, shoulders back, breasts up and out. Surely you can't have forgotten
so quickly? I can see you're going to be labor-intensive, what with having to
tell you everything twice.” The red of her cheeks clashed markedly with the
pink of her negligee. Nonetheless, she placed her arms rigidly by her sides,
pressing her shoulders back in the exaggerated manner he preferred.

“What is
that
?”
James pointed unwaveringly at the
offending object. Missy's mouth fell open in comprehension. She stammered, “You
want me to take the bra off?”

He leaned forward, enunciating
each syllable slowly and clearly, disallowing for any future miscommunication.
“What did we discuss about your wearing a brassiere in my presence? Have you
forgotten that conversation
as
well? Clearly, I ought to have meted out the entirety of your well-earned
punishment. The leniency I displayed has gone unappreciated - if not utterly
disregarded.”

He looked her steadily in the
eye. “I shan't make that mistake again, rest assured, my dear.”

She was tearing off the poor
excuse for a bra before his first sentence was completed. Words tripped over
themselves in her haste to assure him that indeed, she remembered very well.
“Forgive me, Sir. It came with the negligee. I just assumed...”

To accommodate his expanding cock,
James was forced to lean back. Legs extended, he splayed them flagrantly. He
took his time examining Missy from head to toe. She began to squirm under the
close scrutiny. Yet, as quickly as the fidgeting began; it ceased. He hadn’t
needed to remind her.

Perfect.

“Walk towards me, my lovely. And
please, put a spring in your gait. I'd like to watch your tits bouncing as you
approach.” The sharp intake of her breath served to bring a contented smile to
his face. It also made even the reclined position intolerable for his growing manhood.
As she took her first, and most assuredly bouncing steps in his direction; James
reached down and undid his dress pants. He casually pulled out not only his
distended cock, but
his heavy
balls as well!

He seriously wondered if Missy
might faint. Her eyes were huge and glued spellbound to his exposed and
engorged genitalia. He sharply admonished her to not keep him waiting a second
time. He warned her that his patience did not extend as far as his cock. He
would have no compunction whatsoever in putting her over his knee if she
insisted.

“And, please remember to keep
those beautiful breasts bouncing. There's my good girl.”

Chapter 29

Coming to a graceful halt between
his knees, Missy awaited his next whim. She stood in the overly-exaggerated
posture that James favored, with her breasts straining lewdly against the gauzy
material of the negligee. She had naught to ponder other than pleasing him.

As panic stricken as she had been
as the afternoon's events unfolded, she could not deny the pervasive sense of
well-being which enveloped her. James succeeded in eliciting emotions she had
never before experienced nor imagined.

Master…

Without fully grasping why, Missy
knew
she could entrust this
unique man with her life. She understood that the connection they shared went
far deeper than the mere physical. She also perceived that neither would ever
feel whole again without the other. She knew these things as surely as she loved
her son and as deeply as she missed her parents.

It was as if James were reading
her thoughts. His gentle words interrupted them, “Know that you are always
safest in your Master's hands and at your Master's feet, little one.” His
loving tone changed not one iota, “Now, please turn away from me, bend from the
hips, and reach for your ankles.”

No one had
ever
spoken to her in such a manner!
She knew unequivocally that had anyone done so, they'd have been resoundingly
slapped. Why was it that for this
one
man, she would put her dignity second to his pleasure and approval? And
in doing so, experience what could
only be described as glowing pride?

Her priority was simply whichever
task he assigned. Bending, Missy grabbed both ankles, which in turn caused her
spread butt cheeks to undulate wantonly in James's face. She was grateful, at
least, that he couldn't see the scorching fire that was
her
face.

His laughter only intensified the
burn. “However shall we explain to Teresa your slimy cunt juice ruining a
perfectly good pair of her panties, whore? Your undisciplined hole is starting
to ooze at the very thought of me, isn't it?

Certainly not in any position to
disagree, Missy responded breathlessly and with absolute truthfulness, “Yes,
Sir, it is.”

“Why am I not the least bit surprised?”
James chuckled heartily as he proprietarily fingered the quickly-expanding wet
spot. Shifting his focus slightly, he unhurriedly stuffed the satiny material
of the panties between her accommodating ass cheeks.

Missy's face was on fire. She
yelped aloud as he pressed his fingers into the faded marks left by the
spatula. She did not pull away. Nor did she dare leave go of her ankles.
“
Mmmm
, very nice, little one.
You
take a spanking exquisitely. I am pleased.” And inexplicably, so was Missy.

Submissive…

James instructed her to turn
towards him and kneel. She couldn't obey fast enough. Suddenly, he grabbed her
by the back of the hair, pulling her forward until her entire face was buried
in his ball sac. She was too stunned to offer resistance. “This is your reward
for being an obedient whore. What do you say?”