The Stranger Master (Vol. 2 - Total Control) (2 page)

'Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma'am?'

'Yes, officer and I am sorry, I'm just in a bit of a hurry to get home.'

Katherine said with her best Doris Day smile and turned her body to give him a better view of her breasts. She was still in a state of deep arousal and Katherine knew her nipples were erect, pressing eagerly against the thin fabric of her satin blouse. The policeman flicked through her documents and began taking notes on his clipboard. Katherine noticed his hand seemed to shake slightly.

A sudden gust of wind riffled the pages of his clipboard and the cop was forced to grab onto his hat. Then without warning, it began to rain.

'Shit!' said the cop and then lowering his head down towards Katherine he asked,

'Ma'am, would you mind if I got in the passenger side?'

Katherine did not object. With another smile and a nod of her head she motioned him to come around the Volvo and get in out of the rain. Sat beside her, the rain bouncing loudly off the roof of her car, Katherine suddenly felt the cop's demeanour change. He was a big man, not fat but muscular and fit. He looked at her with his piercing brown eyes and despite her first impression that here was a man who hardly ever smiled, the cop's lips were now drawn back in a tight grin, revealing his even, white teeth. Katherine thought he looked like a wolf when he smiled. She began to feel uncertain. Perhaps her idea to flirt with the cop had not been a good idea after all. She suddenly felt acutely aware of how short her skirt was, and how vulnerable she was underneath.

The policeman took off his hat and threw it, with the clipboard onto the back seat of the Volvo.

'I guess we won't be needing that any more.' he said and smiled again his wolfish grin at Katherine.

'Look..Officer..,' her eyes searched for and found a name tag on his lapel. 'Officer Hanlan, I know I was driving too fast but...'

'Shush now!' his voice was strong and deep as he cut Katherine off mid-sentence.

'I have been sent to give you your reward for what you did at the mall.'

Katherine looked at him puzzled.

'What?...What do you know about that?' Katherine felt suddenly embarrassed and she blushed a deep red. The incident at the mall was supposed to be a secret between her and Sir. How could this man know anything about any of that?

Hanlan continued to speak

'Dominic is a very good friend of mine,' he said. 'He asked me to keep an eye on you in the mall, just in case things got out of hand. Your Sir is a very considerate man and he likes you a lot, Kitten, he would never let you come to any harm. So he sent me along to watch over you.'

Katherine was shocked to hear him call her by her secret name. She closed her eyes, confused. If Hanlan knew that, then he pretty much knew everything about her and Dominic. He would know her shaved vagina underneath her short skirt was easily accessible. Katharine’s body stiffened and she began to feel afraid. She looked frantically around through the windows of the car. The rain was pouring down and the picnic area totally empty. She tried to remember the last time a car had driven by....and couldn't.

Hanlan sensed her unease and held up both his hands, showing her his palms in an 'I come in peace' gesture and Katherine relaxed a little. Again he was speaking, but Katherine could see his eyes roaming over her body, lingering at her breasts and thighs.

'I am not allowed to touch you,' he told her, 'much as I'd like to...' and again his eyes took the measure of her, only this time his appreciative gaze stopped at her lips and for a long, lingering moment, he stared at her mouth. Katherine felt a sudden urge to lick her lips but thought that might be misconstrued. She still did not trust this man completely and when she glanced down at his crotch she saw a huge bulge in his trousers.

'I can smell your wet cunt, Kitten,' he said, 'and just looking at you is making me hard. But you belong to him now. No one else is going to have you unless he allows it. But I have been told to give you this.'

He took the gun from its holster. For a moment Katharine’s eyes flashed wide with fear but then she remembered that Sir was in control here. This man was not going to hurt her.

'Close your eyes, Kitten. Close your eyes and spread your legs.'

It was an order that came not from this man but from Dominic. Katherine closed her eyes, opened her thighs and in her head she heard the deep, resounding voice of her Master, his clipped precise accent mesmerising her, sending shivers of lust throughout her entire body.

She felt the cold muzzle of the gun pressing gently against her vulva and her wet, longing lips parted easily to accept this gift from her Master. Slowly, inch-by-inch, the cold metal slid inside her, until it filled her, until Katherine became nothing but a being of pure sexual lust. Her cunt began to spasm, gripping the barrel of the gun even tighter. When she heard the dry, cold click of the gun's hammer being drawn back, Katherine was catapulted over the edge into orgasmic oblivion.

*****

The police patrol car followed her all the way home. But as she turned into the drive
, it swept past and away down the road with a short honk of the horn. Katherine parked the Volvo and entered the house. She dumped her purse and car keys on the kitchen table and headed straight for the drinks cabinet in the lounge. She took out a glass and the bottle of brandy, and then returned to the kitchen. It was beginning to get dark and Katherine flicked on the bright neon light. Sitting at the table, she lit a cigarette and poured herself a double.

Katharine’s hand trembled and the liquor burned the back of her throat. She rubbed the palm of her hand across the light sheen of sweat on her brow. Katherine felt like she was in a state of self-induced shock. Besides breakfast, she had not eaten all day and the brandy churned her stomach and for a tense moment, Katherine thought she might throw up.

The feeling of nausea passed and she took another gulp from her glass. Katherine began to feel calm again. A myriad of thoughts hurtled through her mind. One of them was doubt, another was guilt, but the strongest was pleasure. She poured herself a second glass of brandy and tried to order the chaos inside her mind.

Safe, sane and consensual, she thought. The first three rules of any deviant or unusual relationship, sexual act or practice. Dominic had taught her this and Katherine wondered if she had broken any of them that day. Had it been safe to go to the mall and expose herself to the man at the café? It was true she had a guardian angel watching over her, but she had not been aware of the fact at the time. She had blindly followed instructions and yes, she had revelled in the sexual elation it had brought her. And it had definitely been consensual, even for the unsuspecting man who had suddenly found himself being treated to a glimpse of her delicious, smooth pussy.

Officer Hanlan was an entirely different matter. He had been inside her with his gun, had even pulled back the hammer. Katherine knew that he too had been following instructions, so was it reasonable for her to assume that Dominic had calculated the risk and considered it to be acceptable? But had the gun been loaded? Had the cop had his finger on the trigger? Katherine didn't know. By then she had been swept away on a powerful wave of almost animalistic lust, and her eyes had been tightly shut. And only when the hot jet of semen sprayed across her thighs had she realised that Hanlan had been jerking off to her in the car. Katherine looked down and saw the splashes of heavy, opaque cum still stuck to her legs. She loved it. And suddenly felt the need to shower...

She finished in the bathroom, wrapped herself in her favorite bathrobe, tied her hair up in a pony and returned to the kitchen to make herself a ham and cheese omelette. Ravenous, Katherine wolfed the food down without even sitting at the table. She left the plate and fork unwashed in the sink then took the brandy and cigarettes from the kitchen into the lounge. The room was dark now and she moved around switching on strategically placed lights that gave the room a soft and comforting ambience. She put on a record. Caroline King, Tapestries. Sam's vinyl collection was his pride and joy and he and Katherine loved much of the same kind of music. She had bought him the stereo turntable as a Christmas present a few years ago and it had cost her a small fortune. But the deep richness of the analogue sound was worth every cent. It was as if Carol was there in the room with her.

Snuggled up on the couch, she helped herself to another brandy and a cigarette. With Sam away there was no point in restricting her smoking habit to the kitchen. Katherine wasn't even sure if Sam would ever come back. She felt a sudden pang of remorse. Was she the one who had destroyed their marriage? Or had it been dead all along and had simply refused to lie down and die? She still had feelings of love for her husband, but that wasn't quite the same as being 'in love' with him? Katherine pondered this while Carol sang...

'You're so far away...doesn't anybody stay in one place...any more...'

Katherine stubbed out the cigarette, put down the glass and hung her head in her hands. A loud, wet sob escaped her mouth and tears welled then quickly poured down her face. Her entire body shook as she wept and the words 'sorry' and 'Sam' stuck in her throat. Curling herself up into a ball, Katherine let herself fall across the couch. Her face was still wet when she fell asleep.

Her dreams were vivid. Floating in a darkness, void of all sensation, Katherine, naked and spread-eagled on her back, could see, hear, smell nothing. She had no sense of time, as if the past and the future no longer existed and there was only now. Unable to move, suspended in this chamber of emptiness, Katherine suddenly felt an invisible mouth latch onto her left nipple. With all her other senses blocked, Katherine could do nothing but feel and the sensation of the warm, wet mouth sucking at her breast was magnified a hundredfold. Pleasure assailed her body as another mouth began to suck her other nipple. Unable to speak or make a sound, Katherine was at the mercy of the powerful lust that now swept through her entire being. She felt a third mouth, hot against her clitoris, a tongue licking at her hard, and although her body remained motionless, Katharine’s muscles spasmed wildly at the sudden joyous application of a finger sliding into her, the glorious pressure as her lips parted to accommodate this most welcome intrusion. Katherine could not tell if the mouths were male or female, but by now she did not care. She had become a vehicle of lust and physical pleasure. Something hard and slick pressed gently against her anus and her muscles relaxed to accept the offering. On the outside, Katharine’s body remained calm and motionless. Inside she was on fire, every nerve, every sinew rampant, hungry for the pleasures of willing, welcoming flesh. Finally, she felt something pushing its way into her mouth, and this time she had no doubt as to what it was. A man's penis, hard and thick, parted her lips, invaded her mouth. Instinctively Katharine’s tongue arched upwards to greet the intruder. The penis filled her mouth, the long shaft, delicious, the tip, slowly, deliberately, fucking her throat...

When hours later, Katherine awoke, her thighs were sticky with cum and the dream had disappeared like a thief in the night.

Katherine had still not received any word from Sir since before she went to the mall earlier. Doubt plagued her conscience and she began to think she had made one huge mistake. The mall, the cop, '
the gun in her cunt...!'
it had all been too much for her. And now silence from the man she had given her sexual obedience, and had probably destroyed her marriage in the process.

Sitting at the kitchen table, drinking copious cups of coffee, chain-smoking cigarettes, Katherine tried to analyse exactly how she had come to be in this situation. She was by no means a stupid woman. She had a keen analytical mind and had been praised in college for her problem-solving abilities, and sometimes unconventional 'out-of-the-box' approach. So what had released her sudden yearning for sexual submissiveness? There had to be a cause, she thought. Somewhere in the past the seed of her latent desire to be dominated by a man had been sown...

Katherine had never been raped, physically abused or sexually mistreated in her entire life. She had lived a charmed life, in fact. Sam had always been a gentle, attentive lover who tried to give more than he took and she, in turn responded as well she could to his needs. She knew this sounded as if they had been the perfect couple but the truth was that having sex with her husband had begun eventually to bore her.

But that could not be the reason for such a deep change in her character. Katherine and Sam had been more-or-less happy together, she thought, and after all, sex was only one part of a relationship. Every other aspect of their lives had seemed fine. Both had good jobs, the house was almost paid for, they had a small circle of friends they saw regularly but not too often that the friendships became strained. It seemed as if they had been set to spend the rest of their lives together. One of their favourite jokes was one day they would be sat out on a porch somewhere, both gray-haired in their own personalized rocking chairs drinking iced tea and referring to each other as Grandpa' and Grandma'...