Perfect Slave (27 page)

‘Bravo; that was quite a show,' Hawksworth said.

‘Glad you enjoyed it,' Marie-Claire sighed. ‘Why don't you take one of the girls now?'

‘No, no, I've got to go. I'll be back to pick her up next week, so perhaps then...'

‘Go?' Andrea gasped, despite knowing better.

‘You know better than that, girl,' Hawksworth admonished immediately.

‘But where are you going?'

‘That is none of your business,' he said sternly.

‘You're not leaving me here.' Suddenly Andrea felt as if she'd been thrown into a cold shower. All her sexual energy drained away. She'd come to the chateau with her master. Everything she'd done was for him. He couldn't merely discard her for a whole week!

Hawksworth got to his feet. ‘Everything is by consent,' he said.

‘I can't, I can't,' she protested, shaking her head. Suddenly the rubber corset and the stockings and the gloves seemed obscene and faintly ridiculous. She didn't want this. She had done it for her master. Of course she'd been away from him before, but the prospect of a week somewhere in France, hundreds of miles away from him, was something quite different. She would do anything for him and with him, but this was too much to ask.

‘Very well.' He moved to the sofa, took a small key from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Andrea looked up into his eyes, pleading with him, though she wasn't sure what she wanted him to do.

He nodded to Marie-Claire, who also got to her feet. The blonde came over to Andrea and helped her off the sofa. Without a word she led her out of the sitting room and along the corridor. She opened a door on the left and guided Andrea inside.

‘Take your clothes off,' she said, and as soon as Andrea had wriggled out of the rubber clothes Marie-Claire gathered them up and went to the door. She walked out and Andrea heard a key being turned in the lock.

The room had a small single bed, a straight-backed chair and a mirror. Andrea stared at herself in it. She looked different to herself, but her eyes were unchanged. Despite everything they'd seen in the last few weeks they stared back at her with the same intensity as ever.

She noticed, as she brushed her hair with her fingers, that her hand was shaking. In the space of a few minutes her whole world had collapsed. The look on her master's face, the total disinterest he'd displayed, touched her deep inside. She had no idea what Marie-Claire's training would involve, but she could get through it if at the end of each day she at least had some hope of being taken to her master. She didn't mind sharing him, or watching him with another woman, but not seeing him at all was just too much to bear.

Soon the door was unlocked and opened again, and Charles Darrington Hawksworth entered the room. He had a beige dressed folded over his arm. He laid it on the bed next to her. There was also a pair of white cotton panties, a bra and a pair of flat-heeled brown shoes.

‘Get dressed,' he said quietly, walking back to the door.

‘Master,' she said, ‘don't go.'

‘I am no longer your master, Andrea.'

‘Don't say that.'

‘I thought you understood.'

‘I can't bear to be without you, master.'

‘By refusing to be trained here, that is precisely what you have achieved. If you do not wish to obey me then you will be sent back to London. I will never see you again.'

‘No,' she said.

‘Yes. Get dressed. The plane is going back to London in an hour. Your job is waiting for you.'

Andrea was stunned. Of course what he said was true; she could not expect to go back to the manor and have him take up where they'd left off. All that was over. She sat on the bed, staring forlornly at her knees.

‘Such a pity,' he said, opening the door.

‘Don't go,' she said.

‘I have to.'

She tried to collect her thoughts. She supposed one day she would have to face the cold reality of her flat and her job again, but the thought of walking into her office on Monday morning was like a slap in the face. She had already begun to speculate about the System and what the master would ask her to do after her ‘training', but all that appeared to be over too. ‘Please, master.'

‘You've let me down,' he said, sadly.

‘No, no!' she shouted determinedly, jumping to her feet. ‘I'll do it. I'll stay. Anything. Just tell me I can stay.'

‘Of course you can,' he said.

‘Oh, master!' She threw herself into his arms, a flood of relief overwhelming her.

‘Now get on your knees,' he ordered.

‘Yes, master,' she said, relishing the words again. She didn't care. She didn't care what Marie-Claire did to her, she didn't care how long Hawksworth was away, as long as she could see him again and be his slave. She realised with absolute conviction that that was all she had ever wanted. She knew she should never have tried to assert herself. She was beyond all that. She had no ability to choose any more, no will of her own. She sank to her knees. Now she belonged to him. What he wanted for her was all she wanted for herself.

‘You'll have to be punished,' he said.

‘Yes, master. Punish me.'

 

-oOo-

 

 

 

Follow Andrea's continuing erotic adventures as she enters
The System
in Perfect Slave Abroad:

 

Marie-Claire rose gracefully. She always wore the same expensive perfume, a musky aroma that was wafted on the air by the movement of her peignoir. She moved behind Andrea and cupped the splendid curves of her buttocks, caressing them softly. Andrea gasped. Yesterday she had been caned twice, morning and evening. As far as she was concerned the cane was a hundred times worse than any whip and it left far worse marks; weals that actually puckered her skin. As Marie-Claire's hand deliberately stroked against them they tingled. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant.

 

Andrea agrees to enter
The System
. She is chosen by Isabella Sanchez, and at a castle in Spain she soon learns everything there is to know about lesbian sex.

But the arrival of Isabella's nephew, Pedro, causes problems. He becomes infatuated with Andrea and kidnaps her. At his house he proves that mastery and domination are family traits.

Andrea escapes, but is accused of arranging her own disappearance from
The System
and risks being expelled. Can she set a trap for Pedro and prove that she remains the perfect slave?

 

 

 

-oOo-

 

 

 

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