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Amish No More Ch. 01

By: beagle9690



January 2009

I HAVE BEEN WATCHING SARAH for a year; planning how to abduct her while learning her habits and schedule. Sarah's younger brother Jacob works at Shultz's saw mill and wholesale lumber yard. He gets a ride into town with John Dobson a non-Amish neighbor who also works there. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Sarah shared a ride with them. 

Sarah's older brother Saul sublets a tiny store front located in a rundown and mostly empty strip mall. Sarah has taken over and not just helping her mother to sell the families fresh baked goods and everything they sell is incredibly delicious. With her mother's recent passing and father's the year before Saul is the Patriarch of the immediate family. Saul is pushing Sarah into an arranged marriage to be able to buy prime farmland from her prospective suitor's father. 

I was a regular customer there. I bought Sarah's pies and only Sarah's pies; not the pies her aunts, cousins or sister baked. I lingered for the pleasure of talking to her.....a few minutes at first; longer over time. I knew she enjoyed talking me. Sarah has a wholesome kindness and goodness I'm inexplicably drawn to. 

Sarah flirted with me innocently in her own sweet way, getting slightly more confidant as the months went on. I was polite, respectful and engaging. 

I listened to her opinions and feelings and this obviously pleased her. 

The anchor business in the strip mall is a Bookshop that sells new and used books. I noticed a large section dedicated to travel. The owner Thomas Banes is an older man in his seventies. Thomas is a man of eclectic interests and I liked him immediately upon shaking his hand. I purchased several first edition archive quality books from him. 

Thomas and his deceased wife traveled the world until she became ill. I know he allowed Sarah to borrow and read any of the used books in consideration for keeping the dumpster area neat and tidy and locking them at closing time. There also is a doorway in his bookshop covered with a double red glass bead curtain that leads into a long wide hallway with shelves of erotic literature of all descriptions. 

Sarah had plenty of time on her hands until her ride arrived to take her home. While she waited she used some of the time to hand-sew pieces of material together for handmade patch quilts like the others that are on display for sale. She used some of that time read up on things to discuss with me. 

I surmised from our talks Sarah wanted more out of life. She is an imaginative and intelligent young woman with interests and dreams that soar far above and beyond the narrow confines of her Amish community. Sarah dreams of going to Hawaii. She wants to swim in the ocean and walk on sun warmed sand beaches; she dreams of seeing the Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls with her own eyes and not just from photographs in books. 

At one time my ex liked to travel.....until we grew apart. I was married to "the ultimate bitch" as she called herself for the last two years of our ten years together. I tried to make our marriage survive after the sudden tragic accidental death of our son. I took my marriage vows seriously and if it was to be a loveless marriage without sexual intimacy, so be it. 

Martha refused professional counseling and turned to her mother and her aunts for support and comfort. I was able to move on while Martha couldn't because of them. I turned to my work; to my inventions for solace and peace. I learned to ignore her rants and tantrums of breaking and smashing things. 

Her angry outbursts were followed by long periods of icy silence as she became bitterer yet. Towards the end Martha threatened to divorce me as I knew she would. In her bitter frustration and unhappiness she filed for divorce. She took much of what we jointly owned; or at least what she and her attorney could find. 

Martha received a generous cash settlement and half of our shared investments provided she sign off on the house and my future earnings. My divorce attorney is a pugnacious hard nose prick. Martha's attorney though very capable had the good sense to agree. 

My wife wore her grief on her sleeve and she never forgave me for not doing the same with her. For all that I have said about Martha; I loved her passionately once and she loved me the same. There will always be small glowing spark of tenderness for her locked away in my heart. 

After a time I hired architects and specialized carpenters and craftsman to transform the house to my preferences, needs and tastes. It became a sanctuary where I could pursue my work away from my office. 

When Sarah's brother Jacob and his neighbor John get out of work they will find problems although minor to keep it from starting. 

The parking lot in the old strip mall is full of potholes and patched or broken asphalt while the lighting by the dumpster is totally inadequate. Most of the lights are missing or burned out. The dumpsters are surrounded by a concrete block enclosure with a wire gate entrance. 

I disabled the telephone lines to the strip mall. Sarah was taken after dark when she went to lock the dumpsters. I disabled those few remaining working lights before I parked out of sight. 

I waited in a dark corner for her to padlock the dumpsters as she always does at 6:00PM. I chose the month of November when the days are short and it is dark early. 

When Sarah stepped inside the enclosure I quietly stepped behind her and placed my gloved hand over her mouth; she struggled briefly until I pressed the trigger on my hand taser sending 750,000 volts of electric pulses directly into her central nervous system. 

This disrupted her neurological impulses causing a loss of balance and muscle control. The effect is instantaneous as well as intimidating but causes no permanent damage or discomfort after. 

I eased Sarah to the ground and quickly placed a ball gag in her mouth followed by securing her wrists in front with standard issue police handcuffs. I put a blindfold over her eyes and secured her ankles together with the black nylon tactical belt I was wearing; the style of belt with a friction buckles. Sarah can struggle but there is little chance she will get free or hurt herself. 

I carried Sarah to the van and put her in the rear bench seat buckling her securely in place with the factory seat belt and the double chest harness I installed just for this occasion. 

The curtains were closed on the rear and side windows; the curtains separating the front from the back were drawn so that nobody could see her while we traveled. 

"I have a gift for you, Sarah" I offered putting a red leather collar with an attached brass nameplate around her neck. I snapped a short leash to the collar securing it with a small padlock so that she could not remove either. 

The nameplate is engraved with her slave name: Princess. The leash and collar is more for effect and drama than anything else. I certainly don't think of her as an animal. They are symbols to aid in her training and submission. 

I'm not interested in an unimaginative mindless drone. I want a companion and lover to share my life. I have plans for Sarah besides the training which I discussed with an expert in such matters. It is a two hour drive from the mall to my home. I took secondary and back roads to avoid traffic. After half an hour on the road Sarah started struggling and trying to scream through her ball gag.

"Behave my pretty girl... be quiet. You can't get escape and nobody can hear you but me. I realize you're frightened but you received no real harm from the shock. Don't make me do it again. We have a long drive to your new home. 

Do you like my present Sarah? I had Princess engraved on your new collar. Are you familiar with the origin of your name? It is Hebrew for Lady or for a Princess of royal blood. 

Very fitting, don't you think, Sarah, my little slave Princess. I'm wondering, Sarah do you listen to good music? By good music, I mean Classical, Jazz, bluegrass and Rock & Roll which I have an extensive collection for us to enjoy. 

My ex prefers to watch television. Most of what's offered on television is mindless drivel....you haven't missed much there. Martha knew I loved to go dancing and showed no interest after.........well, it doesn't matter; she wasn't much of a dancer but did get by. 

My favorite style of dance is ballroom; an art form of dance that is graceful refined and elegant. You will learn to dance and appreciate good music. Good people all over the world dance, my little Princess. 

And despite what some think, dancing is not an exclusive ticket to hell. Speaking of hell, after today my best hope in the afterlife is an eternity in Purgatory for it sure as hell beats shaking hands with old scratch.

Do you know what else I think? I think that there are few things a pleasurable as relaxing with a good book in a hot bath in the winter months and preferably during one of our Western New York lake effect snow storms. 

I'm sure you'll enjoy when we read aloud together the plays of Shakespeare or others of your choosing. I have an extensive library to share with you. Together we will explore a wide variety of literature, not just the types you read in secret. We never discussed those and now you shall experience them firsthand.

Are you aware the ancient Greeks and Romans prized and sought after educated slaves? I dislike shallow women; especially when they have potential and particularly if they are intellectually lazy. 

You are going to travel to places and see things that before were not possible. You will be my companion and lover. I will allow you to have more freedom and choices than if you were married to the man chosen for you by your older brother Saul.....yes I know all about that. 

I will take you to Hawaii. We will swim in the ocean together. We will walk on beaches of white or black sand and fill our pails with the colorful shells you described to me. 

I as your Master, lover and companion I shall delight in taking you too other exotic travel destinations, but first my pretty girl I require your complete obedience and submission." 

I selected two CD's: Vivaldi's Four Seasons and some Bruce Springsteen for us to listen to on the ride home............. 

WHEN WE ARRIVED HOME, I parked in the garage closing the automatic door behind us. I removed the belt from Sarah's ankles and helped her out of van using the leash and collar for control. 

I walked Sarah down the cellar stairs to the training room. Never having done this before I had no idea how long it would take to gain her trust and submission. Fortunately I did have an experienced Dominant working directly with me. 

I first met Minerva by lucky chance in a bank. She pushed past me to take my appointment with one of the bank officers. She didn't like me at first, however over time we grew to be close friends. Minerva recognized my dominant personality; my drive to get what I wanted. She encouraged my dominance and to explore it.... Minerva is also my dance partner and mentor. 

We have won dance many competitions together. Although we are not steady lovers we dance together and on occasion make love. It was she who introduced me to the Sanctorum. Minerva encouraged me to acquire a woman and mold her to my preferences and desires. Here lies the challenge to make Sarah mine. 

Prepared for Sarah's arrival I installed an immovable polished stainless steel pole to the floor and ceiling adjacent to the floor drain. I made her stand with her back to it while I attached her short leash on one of the sliding rings with a locking carabiner. 

There are three movable steel rings that will slide up and down the pole and three fixed ones welded to the top and bottom. Minerva suggested Sarah should be made to stand for the night by attaching her leash to the fixed rings at the top. 

I rejected the idea on the trip home. I attached the leash to a sliding ring rather than a stationary one. I provided Sarah with a five gallon pail to relieve herself should the need arise. 

I removed the ball gag and took her pretty face firmly in my hands "You can scream all you want Sarah for the basement has been completely sound proofed. There is a plastic pail should you need it. You can manage it with your hands cuffed in front. 

I'll be back in the morning. When I return if you talk without permission you will be punished. I suggest you get some sleep until then." 

I kissed Sarah's lips and whispered "lips like sweet roses" I removed her bonnet; a souvenir of remembrance and put it in my pocket before leaving her to contemplate her fate in complete darkness.

Sarah was quiet for about an hour. Then the pleading and questions began as she futilely struggled to get free. I telephoned Minerva to bring her up to speed before I went to bed................... 

WHEN I AWOKE AND WENT DOWNSTAIRS Minerva was waiting for me in the kitchen; she has keys to my house and I hers. She was drinking coffee and watching Sarah on the monitor. I poured myself a cup and sat down next to her. 

"I brought bagels, pea bacon, brown eggs and fresh cantaloupe. If you'll cook I'll do the dishes. I want one of those poles. I'd have never thought of using small padlocks that way. 

After we eat breakfast go downstairs as we discussed while I stay here and watch" Minerva instructed, getting up and kissing my cheek before pouring herself another cup of coffee and sitting down to watch the monitor. 

During breakfast we discussed Sarah "Your Princess is strikingly beautiful Michael and I would consider her a rival under other circumstances. Should you be admitted to the Sanctorum she is worth millions if you chose to sell her. Stay focused and stick to the plan; you mustn't be soft on her..............." 

I FLIPPED ON THE LIGHT SWITCHES to the basement and punched in the six digit code on the electronic keyboard to unlock the doors at the top and bottom of the stairway. Sarah's blindfold was off and the pail was knocked over. There was a puddle of urine on the floor. She was sitting on the floor with her back to the pole quietly waiting and watching. 

I went to laundry tub turning the water on to get it hot and let it run in the sink. While it was heating up I poured liquid bleach on the floor. I attached the water hose coiled on the floor sprayed the mess down the floor drain followed by more liquid bleach and more hot water before putting the water hose back. 

She was dressed as I captured her in a dark grey wool coat. Underneath her coat She was wearing a faded blue knee length cotton dress and I saw simple white cotton stockings on her shapely legs. She was wearing black tie up shoes. Sarah reminded me of a frightened little mouse.... but a precious and cute little mouse. It was time to undress Sarah and examine her in all her naked glory. 

I walked up to her and offered her my hand; remembering the taste of her sweet lips from the night before. 

Oh God, please help me" she cried, squirming at her bonds no doubt noticing the large scissors in my belt for the first time; I assumed she was wondering if the taser was in my pocket. 

"Be silent, Princess and let me help you up. You were warned about talking without permission, were you not?" And she nodded her head for yes. 

"Excellent, you're learning. You may speak and you will cooperate. I may or may not answer your questions until I'm through but you will cooperate. I've already explained why you are here."

"Please...why are you doing this to me? Who are you?" Sarah asked, pleadingly but allowed me to help her stand without struggling. I took off the leash from the sliding ring, doubled it over to shorten it further and attached one of the welded rings at the top forcing Sarah to stand straight on a taut leash. 

Ignoring Sarah's pleas and questions I removed her shoes and stockings. I cut off her winter coat with the heavy-duty scissors, followed by her faded blue cotton dress. Close to her creamy skin, my Sarah was wearing a plain white cotton bra and pink cotton panties.....pink panties....how curious? 

When she was completely naked I stroked Sarah's nipples with my hand and she began squirming. I can only imagine what was going through her mind "Please don't cut my nipples" she shrieked. 

I slid the scissors back in my belt and continued caressing and fondling her beautiful round breasts with my hands getting her nipples hard at my touch. 

"You will address me as Master" I corrected her while continuing to play with and stimulating her breasts "I assure you I will never do such a terrible thing like that to you. Be a good girl and calm down; don't let your imagination get away from you." 

"Please, Master I am begging you, I will be good." 

"You will be a good what?" I asked. 

"I will be a good girl, Master." 

"Much better; you're learning but you still have to be punished for speaking out of turn earlier. Tell me again who I am Princess" I whispered kissing her lips. 

"You are my Master and I am your slave" she whispered trembling as I continued caressing her hard nipples. 

"I will be lenient with you" and stepping back I reached into my pocket, Sarah twisted away expecting something painful. I took out a key and unlocked the small padlock on her collar letting the leash hang from the pole. 

"Please get down on your knees for me Sarah....that's a good girl. I'm curious to see how long your hair is against your naked body and so far I like what I see." 

I removed the hairpins from her braided bun letting her braid drop down her back. Sarah's medium brown hair is very thick and soft. Her braid ended at the top of her round buttocks and I was thinking 

'What a shame I have to cut her beautiful hair, although the bottom is thin for lack of regular professional trims, it will take time for my Princess to grow her hair that long again. I will enjoy watching it grow out to butt length, although mid-back or waist is plenty long, we shall see.' 

"How shall I punish you, my Princess? You still have permission to speak so what shall your punishment be?" 

"Please cut my hair, Master." 

"Do you know why you are being punished, Sarah?" 

"Because I spoke without permission after I was warned not to Master." 

"That is correct, what you say is true. You are an intelligent young woman with much potential. What do I require from you?" 

"I must please and serve you, Master" Sarah replied looking down "I will be your lover and companion." 

"I'm not a cruel man, Sarah; as a matter of fact I've been described as a Romantic. The first time I first gazed into your beautiful brown eyes I thought 

'Oh, brown eyes with long black lashes, young brown eyes, depths of night from which there flashes lightning as of summer skies, beautiful brown eyes!'

There's more to the poem, although it is not mine. Mathilde Blind was a German poet who wrote it well over 100 years ago. I ask this to be our poem someday. I won't force it on you for it would sully the spirit of my request. 

I'll know it is ours when you hug me and ask me to hear the rest."

I removed her handcuffs and said "Listen carefully and do exactly as I say. Please get down on your hands and knees.....very good so far.....now put your legs close together.....excellent." 

"Please don't hurt me, Master" Sarah begged as she did as instructed. 

"Good girl, now place your hands closer together for me. Wonderful... lean forward until your shapely bottom is higher than your pretty head.... Excellent, put your forehead on your hands. 

You are a pretty little thing...say it" 

"I'm a pretty little thing" Sarah repeated with her face and neck turning red from embarrassment. 

"Tell me again Princess."

"I'm a pretty little thing."

"Formal slave etiquette demands that when a Master or Mistress enters a room you will a get into this position. Do you understand?" 


Amish No More Ch. 02



January 2009

Approximately 5 months have passed since the two week vacation in Bermuda with my ladies. I'm getting regular reports from the private clinic/hospital on Martha's progress. I'm confident that she is receiving the best of care. 

The tattoos are gone as are the scars from the burns and whippings; or at least minimized to be barely noticeable. At some point that filthy bastard Frank Abzug broke her nose. Martha's nose has been reconstructed by the best plastic surgeons. 

Her deviated septum is corrected and Martha no longer has to breathe through her mouth. Arthur tells me that he is amazed at the results 

The scum went as far to pull out some of her teeth out...I assume that he did because Martha always had perfect teeth. I also suspect this because I was told the teeth around the extracted ones were chipped and damaged. Martha's teeth are repaired and/or reconstructed to make the vainest Hollywood Diva jealous with envy. 

Lastly, Martha had laser surgery to correct her naturally deteriorating eyesight; her eyesight is now 20/30. 

Martha's emotional scars are another matter entirely and she is presently receiving counseling. Arthur hinted about another treatment that it is experimental and cutting edge having to do with biorhythms and subliminal suggestions and such. 

This was very successful with former Grand Mistress Maud and necessary because of her intimate knowledge of the Sanctorum and its finances. 

Arthur has also made all of the legal-financial arrangements pertaining to Martha. As with everything Arthur does they are rock solid and insoluble. I have Power of Attorney over her affairs and she is now my legal ward. Martha will be released in my care in approximately three months. 

Although she is not my slave, Martha has no real say in anything. 

I haven't totally sorted out my feeling about her yet.... except I never wanted anything bad to happen to her despite our very acrimonious divorce. There is a lingering feeling left from her betrayal ... I must learn put this aside.....no, I will put it aside and forgive her. 

During our vacation I explained to my girls Martha will be starting with a clean page and we discussed what must be done. 

"Martha's abuse at the hands of that monster Abzug is punishment enough ladies. She will be staying here on temporary basics until I decide if she is suited to our lifestyle." 

"What exactly do you mean Michael?" Mandy asked. 

"We are a family my gentle ladies and I love you all" I said standing up and smiling at her. I then walked over to each of my girl to kiss them lightly on their cheeks; feeling very content and happy. 

I was thinking 'Yes, life is definitely good.' 

"As I have said before, we are a non-conventional family but a family, nevertheless. I want input from each of you during the trial period. 

Martha might not be compatible for our household or our lifestyle and in which case I will make other arrangements for her. Perhaps I'll build a small log cabin in the woods or set her up in an apartment in town. 

If I decide on the log cabin it will be a modern one with electricity and other amenities." 

"Imagine a real log cabin!" Sarah exclaimed "It will be so intimate and so cozy. We can use it as a guesthouse if things do work out with Martha. 

The cabin will be our get away to be alone with you one of us at a time."

"You should consider a hot tub Michael. A hot tub with pulsing water jets are very therapeutic and especially one deep enough to come up to our necks" Katherine offered. 

"You will put in a fireplace won't you Michael?" Sarah asked delighted with the prospect of a log cabin.

"Yes a fireplace is wonderful idea Sarah. Katherine's hot tub is a great idea too!" Mandy exclaimed. 

"I was considering a stone fireplace and yes to the hot tub; anything else my gentle ladies?" 

I noticed that Minerva was unusually quiet and thoughtful; I planned on conferring with to her when we're alone; her experience and advice is always good. 

"I will implement your suggestions, ladies and we will meet again to iron out the little details. Until then I suggest you get dressed so that we may have a brunch buffet at Salvatore's followed by a drive in the country to get apples and fresh apple cider. We'll make it a day and enjoy the fall colors."

I selected their clothing the night before and they dressed casually in the identical form hugging blue jeans and white Nike walking shoes with pink accents and pink laces. 

They wore matching pale green voile cotton peasant blouses with satiny dark green embroidery on the front, on the sleeves and around the neck. 

The blouse's smocked neckline has a dark green tasseled tie at the center front with matching trailing tassel ties on the three-quarter sleeves; the hem is unadorned. 

If the weather turns cooler they each have a pink front zip hooded sweatshirt. 

I selected matching black beaded purses with a narrow shoulder strap. The purses were just large enough for their makeup, Identification and spending money. The only makeup allowed was eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss... and of course their signature scents.

I delight in the simple intimate details and I dress them the same on occasion to remind them of their place and to insure tranquility and discipline in our household. 

As I often do, I mandate their hairstyles for the day, starting with Sarah. 

Sarah's well cared for hair is thick and soft hair looks like a dark brown waterfall; cascading over her shoulders... flowing to the middle of her back. Sarah's hair is well on its way to being waist length again. 

Sarah's beautiful hair is blunt cut without layers as is all my girls. She will leave the house with her hair parted in the middle and fixed in twin French braids with the ends tied with pink ribbons. If I decide on a late supper in a restaurant this evening she will put her hair up in a bun. 

And then there is my delectable peach, Mandy; so small and petite why she's barely 100 lbs. soaking wet. Her rich honey-blond hair is now almost 4 inches past her shoulders and blunt cut like Sarah's. Mandy's will be side parted and fixed in thick and soft twin ponytails just above and behind her ears. It will be tied with the same pink ribbons.

Next is my voluptuous and buxom Katherine whom I still can't beat at chess and still delight playing and losing too. Katherine's long light brown falls a few inches past her shoulder blades. 

Katherine's hair will be in a nice ponytail and of course will be tied with pink ribbons. She too, along with Mandy and Sarah, will be mandated to fix their hair in a bun for a possible late supper.....as I said; I delight in the little intimate details. 

Minerva will not be wearing her red auburn hair in a braid for it is not quite long enough for a proper one as yet. It has grown out nicely from that ultra-short layered pixie cut that I had once imposed on her. 

Her hair is just past the nape of her neck being a perfect long bob or pageboy. 

Mandy fixed Minerva's hair in luscious ringlet curls, and then pulled the curls in front away from Minerva's face. Mandy gathered the front sections into two small curly ponytails and then tied the ponytails with pink ribbons leaving the bulk of the luscious curls loose for my fingers to fondle. Minerva's hair is long enough for a French twist however. 

My girls made their entrances while I was outside hitching our utility trailer to the 3/4-ton Dodge Conversion Van that Mandy normally drives. 

Minerva was first walking up behind me and putting her hands over my eyes. I was crouched down securing the safety chains to the hitch and I was pretending not to see her. 

"Guess who, Michael?"She teased. 

"Katherine, I know it is you, you can't fool me."I answered, standing up and not turning around. 

"Wrong answer!" said Minerva mussing my hair playfully. 

I stood up and turned and pulled her close to kiss her lips saying "I'm sorry Shirley Temple I mistook you for someone else."

"Shirley Temple was a blond, Michael" she said turning her head so that I couldn't kiss her lips again. She placed her hands on my chest and pretending to push me away. 

"That can be arranged. I will talk to Mandy about it, although I am thinking platinum blond, and your hair will have to be cut a bit shorter. 

You will be given regular permanents to maintain that look." 

I kissed her enjoying her generous lips as I tickled her; she is very ticklish. 

"You wouldn't dare.... I take it back; you would dare and stop tickling me, you know I hate that" however she was laughing and squirming not really trying to get away. 

"I give up, Master, I give up, you are just liable to do it!" I stopped tickling and held her close, running my fingers through her red curls. 

"You look beautiful my love, my marvelous curly redhead. Is there something that you want to talk to me about?"

"I love you too and I want to talk to you about Martha as soon as we are alone together."

"I thought as much for you were quiet this morning at our Saturday meeting. I want to talk to you as well. Switch with Sarah and sleep with me tonight and we will talk and cuddle. She can have your turn tomorrow night." 

I kissed her again and then helped Minerva into the van waiting for my other ladies.

Next was my pretty girl Sarah whom simply put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I put my arms around her waist and returned her kisses, enjoying her sweet lips and vanilla scent.

"Do you like my hair, Michael?"

"I love your hair and everything about you, Princess. I would ask you a favor; I want you to switch with Minerva. I promise we will do something special for your thoughtfulness." 

"What are we going to do Michael?" She asked kissing me again just as passionately.

"I not sure yet but I'll think of something and it may be when you least expect it" I answered tugging her long braids and then helping her into the van.

Katherine and Mandy came out together as they often do. They looked as lovely as always. They tend to pair off naturally much like Sarah and Minerva do now. Mandy was carrying a soft insulated cooler full of frozen bottled water.

Katherine was carrying a medium sized square duffle containing an extensive field first-aid medical kit. She is a Physician's Assistant and an excellent one at that. I'm considering sending her to medical school to become a full pledged doctor.

Katherine has a brilliant, analytical mind a gift for medicine. I'm more than willing to open and fund a clinic for her.

Katherine's bedside manner and compassion for Martha was very impressive. She even treated that offal scum Frank Abzug efficiently and professionally although in his case coldly and dispassionately. 

I received my hugs and kisses from Mandy and Katherine; a girl in each arm; whispering quietly I loved them as I helped them into the van and we were soon on our way. 

We had a pleasant brunch planning the log cabin followed by a wonderful afternoon picking apples and kissing and hugging under the trees. 

We went to 3 different farm orchards and picked 9 bushels total: Empires, Honeycrisps, Braeburns, Cortlands and McIntosh plus Idareds, Crispins, Jonagolds and Fuji apples. 

We stopped at a large outdoor farmers market for fresh garlic, bushels of eggplant, tomatoes, hot and sweet peppers or any fresh produce that struck our fancy. Sarah and Minerva will be freezing and canning starting Monday. 

At one point in the afternoon Sarah and I were alone walking side-by-side browsing after purchasing dried lavender to put in our linen closets and dresser drawers. 

My arm was around her waist and Sarah was eating an Italian Ice. 

The other girls were back at the van getting ready for dinner at the Black North Inn. The Inn is located at the end of Route 98 North at the mouth of the Oak Orchard River where the river empties into Lake Ontario. 

While we were browsing we came across the booth of the young married couple that owned and operated the floral shop where I purchase my flowers.

Toby & Mary McAllister are good solid people who have worked hard to make their business a success and I admire them for that. They put in long hours and Toby does this large Farmer's Market in the late summer and early Fall while Mary stays in the shop.

Toby's ride was parked behind his booth; a full dressed black 1999 Honda GL 1500 SE Gold Wing Touring Bike. This gave me an idea. Even though I have not ridden in years, I still have my motorcycle license. 

I walked up and shook Toby's hand in greeting and Sarah politely greeted him as well. She stood next to me holding my arm and patiently waited while I talked with him. 

"Toby, how would you like to make one thousand dollars this weekend for just sitting home on Sunday?"I asked laying ten one hundred dollar bills on the table between us.

"That would be wonderful what do you have in mind?" He answered but not picking up the bills; his interest obvious from the momentary surprised look on his face, but caution prevailed as he waited to hear my proposal before he accepted the money. 

"I want to rent your scoot for the rest of the weekend. I will pay to have it fully serviced and detailed at the Honda dealer when I am done. I doubt that I will put more then 150 miles on it, but if I do I will pay you ten dollars a mile for very mile over 150." 

We consummated our agreement with a handshake. Sarah tried on his wife's leather jacket that was stored in the one of the saddlebags.

I suspected that it would fit since Mary is slightly larger then Sarah and Mary's helmet fit my pretty girl as well.

As for me I left the house in blue jeans and long sleeved white silk shirt (a gift from my ladies) and a well-worn and comfortable dark brown goatskin A-2 Bomber jacket. 

I also had on my scuffed but polished very comfortable black steel toe engineer boots. I wear them for safety reasons when cutting and splitting wood. Mark's helmet fit me perfectly so that base was covered as well, perfect. 

Sarah was a little nervous when she first got on the bike behind me. 

I drove slowly behind the various vender booths until I got to the van. 

Mandy and Katherine had their hair pinned up in pretty buns and were looking forward to going out to dinner. My girls surrounded Sarah and wanted to know where I got the ride all of them talking at once. 

I promised Minerva a ride home and Mandy would get her chance tomorrow. Katherine declined my offer saying that she had no use for motorcycles which brought on some good-natured teasing. I was not about to force her. I had... shall we say....other potential biker chicks waiting to ride with me? 

I told the girls to bring our purchases home and unhitch the trailer. 

They would meet us for dinner in two hours. I took Sarah's hair out of her braids letting her long brown hair spill down to the middle of her back on the borrowed leather jacket. I tied the two pink ribbons together and put them in my jacket pocket. 

In order to get the feel of the bike I started out at slow to moderate speeds. This was a serious machine with a four stroke 6-cylinder boxer/1520 ccm. (92.75 cubic inch) displacement and a 5 speed

Gear-box with a top speed of 118 mph (180.0 km/h), if you will pardon the expression this bitch can hall ass. 

I rode a beat-up moped while in college until I sold my first patent to IBM. They wanted to keep my motherboard out of the market for the next ten years or until the competition came up with one similar. 

This gave me my seed money to incorporate and start my own business with just one employee... me. 

In celebration, I purchased a trashed 1965 Harley panhead and completely restored it to almost showroom condition except for adding a suicide throttle.

I rode with a very rough crowd in those days drinking and getting into fights and sometimes just for the sake of fighting. Not that I was a hardcore biker but I liked the unfettered freedom that it afforded me and especially the women. In the beginning many of the fights were because word got out that I was somewhat of an intellectual and heaven forbid liked poetry.

There is a price to pay for everything. I won some and lost some and have the scars to prove it. 

I never looked for trouble; however I never backed down when trouble found me. I was grudgingly tolerated and mostly was left alone but never really accepted. I was allowed at all open meets. Actually, I was somewhat of a novelty to them. 

I charmed many of the biker chicks with poetry or with Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet was a favorite. It was said that "Shakespeare" (me) was OK to party with because he minded his own business and kept his mouth shut. He was a pretty good crank (mechanic) with a wrench and he just might bash you with it out of general principle. 

That was my nickname; my handle in those wild days. I sold my panhead to Snake during the sixth year of my marriage as my interests were changing and I did not want Martha or my child exposed to this crude and rough lifestyle. This was the year that Martha was carrying my son. 

Snake was the closest thing to a friend that I had with the bikers and he was one scary son of a bitch. The man could look at you with his cold expressionless eyes; snake eyes and back most men down with his frigid stare alone. I took his back in a fast food restaurant parking late one night against 6 drunk jocks; they were football players looking for trouble.

At that time I knew of him but never met him. Snake was a loner and one crazy son of a bitch; even the bikers were afraid of him and for those people that was saying something. 

He was down on the ground and they were stomping the hell out of him, although he did manage to bite a big chuck out of one of the jocks legs while down there. I started one of the jock's cars on fire as a distraction and managed to knock one of them out before I ruptured another's testicles giving Snake a chance to get on his feet to fight. 

In all the confusion I grabbed Snake and got him the hell out of there before the police and firemen arrived. The fight was mostly out of the jocks by then. They made no attempt to stop us or follow us at least not on foot... and the car was engulfed in flames by then.... but I digress so back to my pretty girl.

Sarah was glued to my back with her arms around my waist and holding on tight. She was also urging me to go faster and was laughing with delight along with the music from the pipes.

When I hit a 3-mile straightaway I opened the throttle all the way. 

The vibration of that powerful engine between my legs coupled with a beautiful woman behind me.... a beautiful and loving woman with her long hair streaming behind her in the rushing wind gave me a rock hard erection. 

I had plans for us and intended to make a detour and stop at the Hamlin Beach State Park to get into my pretty girl's pants. Her initial fear was now over and Sarah was exhilarated with this new experience. 

Sarah was getting turned on by the speed and was trying to put her hand down into the front of my jeans. If only this horse was equipped with a suicide throttle. No doubt, for Sarah the bike was a 100 horsepower vibrator at 5200 RPM, stimulating her sweet clitoris.

When we arrived at Hamlin I paid the entrance fee declining the complimentary map as I knew all the parks along the lake like the back of my hand.

We drove around a bit checking things out; Sarah has been here often with me particularly before I acquired my three other ladies. Aside from a few late season fishermen and a smattering of campers we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

I went to a secluded stone pavilion in an isolated corner and drove the bike inside parking on the concrete floor. Before I could get my helmet off Sarah had already taken off hers and was all over me. 




Amish No More Ch. 02



Sarah was kissing my lips hungrily with her little tongue seeking mine.

I could smell the musky sweetness of her arousal before I reached down to touch her crotch through her snug damp blue jeans.

I took Sarah's head in my hands burying my hands in her long soft hair, and returned her kisses while enjoying her sweet lips and welcoming her little tongue with mine. 

"Please, Michael."She begged, while rubbing my face with her hand 

"I am so horny. I want you to make love to me right on the bike."

I took off my blue jeans and got on while telling her to remove hers. 

Sarah's panties were wet from her sweet juices and before she could get them off I took her panties in both hands, and ripped them from her making her gasp in surprise and then smile. 

I reached up underneath her blouse and unhooked her bra so that I could get at her marvelous firm round breasts. Sarah's nipples were already hard as I cupped her breasts squeezing. I stroked her hard nipples with my thumbs making her moan with pleasure. Sarah has such wonderfully sensitive nipples.

I stroked her dripping vagina feeling her wet swollen pussy and sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. I then pulled up her blouse to lick and suck on her proud hard nipples while continuing to stroke her musky fragrant flower.

Sarah's head was tilted back, her eyes were closed and I watched tip of her little tongue tease her lips and teeth waiting for my cock to arrive. 

I kissed the base of her throat while caressing her breasts... teasing. 

I kissed her face and behind her ears, her vanilla scent mingling with the rich musky woman's scent of her arousal. 

I got back up on the seat and had my little princess straddle the gas tank in a sitting position facing me with her feet on the pegs.

I picked her up and placed her on my rock hard cock with my hands under her ass cheeks.

Sarah's arms were around my neck while she was impaling her sweet cunt up and down.... up and down on my manhood; pushing her feet against the rear pegs for leverage as I was using the front ones for the same matching her rhythm and supporting her bottom to keep her from sliding off.

I was watching my sweet chattel with her head thrown back in ecstasy to expose her long vulnerable neck for me to kiss. Sarah's long hair was bouncing and swaying with our movements on the smooth surface of her leather jacket. Her eyes were clenched tight and her little tongue was darting in and out between her teeth and lips.

She was moaning softly... wanting to scream so shamelessly and selflessly intent on pleasing herself. 

This is something I find so endearing when making love to her. As a person and by nature Sarah is sweet and generous; modest and kind. 

My love for her is equal to that of my love for Minerva. My Marvelous Minerva whom I have known and loved the longest and was to pig-headed to tell her of my love when she was a Mistress.

I love Mandy and Katherine in different ways but not with the same depth of passion that I feel for Sarah and Minerva. In the Sanctorum a man is free to pursue his instinctual drives in regard to sex and women. 

I can't put it into words.... I just know how I feel... 

"Oh Michael" She moaned, softly "My god it feels so good.....mm....suck on my nipples Michael....yes........ I love you so much. 

Sarah came in waves her orgasm washing over me as it crested and 

I had to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her screams of pleasure. 

She was bucking and squirming in shear orgasmic desperation. 

I grabbed hold of her hair and still holding her bottom with one hand as she rode me to keep her from falling off the bike. This intensified her wild orgasmic pleasure even more; so oblivious to everything was she except her throbbing clitoris. The pulling of her hair was arousing her even more if possible and making her muffled orgasmic screams louder. 

After she came, Sarah collapsed in my arms. She was red in the face and embarrassed at screaming like that in public. I held her and stroked her hair curling my finger around one long tress. 

"You are such a horny little thing, my pretty girl. Thank you for switching with Minerva." 

"Do you love me, Michael?" She asked, touching my face... "I know you love Minerva and we talk about you.... Minerva says that you do. She also told me that you love me as much as her perhaps more and she was jealous of me once. 

I love her like a sister Michael and sometimes we know what each other are thinking. You are the first man who ever really talked to me and cared about my opinions because my brother Saul certainly didn't. I so enjoy discussing with you the books that you taught me to love and the music and the flowers and everything.

Do you remember when it was just you and me before Minerva's Tribunal and you introduced me to Shakespeare? We sat on the floor in front of our fireplace sharing a bottle of ice wine to get warm?" 

"Of course I remember. We were snowed in and the roads were closed. 

As I recall you were disappointed that we couldn't go out and buy the lights your first Christmas tree. We froze that afternoon cutting it down and dragging it home" I replied smiling and remembering that day; how she felt and how she smelled. 

"You started with Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2. We took turns reading and you started first, supposedly opening the book at random and starting to read "Doubt thou the stars are fire! Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. You then you cleared your throat and took a sip of wine and started at the beginning of the play." 

"Do you remember afterwards.... you just held me.... nothing else.... and we fell asleep on the floor by the fire?" she asked.

"I remember, Sarah."

"I'm not asking you to play favorites because I know that you can't but do you love me as much as Minerva?" Sarah asked, putting her head on my shoulder. 

"As a Master you have put me in a precarious situation by asking such a question; discipline order and harmony must be maintained. 

If I were I were a father with 2 daughters and I was asked such a question I would answer that I loved them the same and that would suffice. 

This situation is much more complicated and certainly more delicate in nature. There is no past wisdom to fall back on; not even in Shakespeare. 

Therefore until a precedent is set my best course of action to honestly answer your question would be a conscious between you and Minerva and a mandate for you and Minerva never to discuss this fact with Katherine or Mandy. 

That would be the correct answer.... that and for you to follow your heart" I said, trying not to grin being pleased with my clever answer. 

"Minerva is right Michael you can be so damn smug and deliberately evasive and obtuse at times." 

"As a Master of the Sanctorum I am well within my rights to take the belt to you for such impertinence, Sarah my love" I told her while getting off the bike and putting my jeans and boots on. I took off my belt and folding it I snapped the belt with a sharp crack.

"You won't beat me Master that is not your way" She replied offering me her hand to help her down from the bike which I did and she mussed my hair and kissed my lips.

"I just wanted to hear you say it again in your own roundabout way as you did that night in front of the fire" Sarah announced. She turned her back to me adjusting her bra and blouse and then putting on her jeans.

I stood there with my arms folded watching her dress. When she bent over to tie the pink laces on her sneakers I slapped her ass with my hand making her jump and stand quickly to face me.

"Now who is being smug?"I asked watching her rub her smarting bottom and smile at me. 

"I was Michael, I mean Master."

"Come here

Princess" I ordered.

Sarah quickly complied and stood in front of me "Put your arms around my neck, slave."

She complied and was smiling as I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close "Do you have any Hershey Kisses for me, Master?"

"Don't change the subject; I'm still annoyed with your impertinence"

I kissed her saucy mouth, and then whispered in her ear "Who am I, my pretty and saucy girl?" 

"You are my Master and you love me" She whispered, putting her head on my shoulder again "And you are my Michael and I love you." 

"What you say is true. I do love you Sarah" I whispered and I continued whispering and stroking her hair.

"You both have come a long way; you and Minerva and your affection for one another compliments you both. It is a special and unique thing that we have three have Sarah or for that matter the five of us.

For love humbles the Master or Mistress as well as the slave or the man, Michael and the women be they Sarah or Minerva. Love transcends the flesh... in love we remain spiritual equals. 

Now my dear you know what to do. Let's put your saucy impertinent little mouth to another good use" I took the pink ribbon out of my pocket.

"Turn around and cross your wrists, my love" I tied her wrists together with the ribbon. Then I took off my jacket and folded it for her to kneel on. 

Sarah knelt down on my jacket and I unbuttoned my fly and I took my manhood out for her to suck on. I gathered her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face; her long hair my love reins to control her during the oral pleasuring.

Sarah was all smiles and looking up at me. She started by kissing and licking the tip, her little tongue fluttering around it and her moist lips, caressing and teasing. 

Finally my pretty girl took my entire cock in her mouth licking and sucking as I had taught hermit now being second nature to her; knowing and sensing when my orgasms were about to crest and swallowing everything when I exploded in her mouth. 

When she finished I untied her wrists. Sarah brushed her hair and we were on our way to the Black North. 

We arrived ten minutes ahead of my ladies and it was well past the dinner rush. I requested a table on the screened in porch overlooking the water to watch the boats come and go.

Sarah went into the ladies room to put it up her hair into a nice bun and to check her makeup. When they arrived the hostess escorted my ladies to the table and I got up from my chair to greet them. 

They stood in the isle adjacent to the table and one by one I took their arms and then escorted them to their seats pulling their chair out for them to sit down. I did the same for Sarah when she arrived from the ladies room. 

We enjoyed a nice dinner together ordering the Cajon broiled catfish with salt potatoes, an outstanding coleslaw tangy with just a hint of horseradish. We had coffee and cheddar cheese with homemade apple pie. The apple pie was good and we all agreed it couldn't hold a candle to Sarah's. Before we left, my girls went to the ladies room. 

Afterwards we planned to meet at the end of breakwater to enjoy the view. All my girls came out to wait with me except for Mandy who seemed to be taking longer than usual. Concerned, I went back inside to check on her.

The restrooms are located on the east side of the building in a corner near the bar. In order to get to the rest rooms one must walk past the bar to get to them. 

There were three men standing in front of her blocking Mandy's path and trying to prevent her from leaving. The one blocking her access to the ladies room to keep her from going back inside was grabbing his crotch and pushing his cheek out with his tongue and licking his lips; the obscene inference most obvious to sucking on a cock. 

They were laughing and trying to get her to drink with them telling her to dump the faggot on the rice burner (meaning me) and ride with some real men meaning them. 

I define them as weekend bikers they being upper middle class to wealthy and riding expensive Harleys while pretending to be hardcore bikers on the fringe of society. 

Weekend outlaw warriors if you will; right down to their new unmarked leathers and two wearing lace-up knee high boots....what clowns. One of the idiot clowns had a Chicago Police Department uniform patch sewn upside down on his new leather jacket.

This made him a target for the police to stop and investigate him the inference being that he "snuffed" (killed) a policeman or Corrections Officer.

This would make him even a bigger target with the real deal particularly with a Hells Angel whom will promptly kill him just out of general principles.... if he were that lucky. 

At least Snake would give him a chance to be a bitch and remove it and then walk away naked his hog (Harley) being forfeit, if not..................... 

The largest of the clowns, the one with the patch; also the biggest idiot of the gaggle was wearing spurs on his boots... spurs, can you believe that? 

All three had bandanas tied on their heads to hide their hundred dollar plus haircuts or trendy shaved heads and one of the clowns was wearing wrist length black gloves with small pointed studs sewn into the knuckles to hide his manicured nails. Two of the three were wearing dark wrap around designer sunglasses indoors. 

No doubt they wouldn't know how to check the oil on their scoots let alone change it disdaining to get their hands dirty. I saw these clowns dismount their ostentatious and ridiculous chrome accessorized motorcycles when they pulled into the parking lot. 

I was thinking at the time that the bikes were much like pretty women with big hair and wearing too much makeup making them look cheap and trashy. 

I learned my lesson with my confrontation with Abzug; I'm not as young as I used to be or as fast. I was carrying my new taser having made some modifications and improvements to the old model. 

I boosted the voltage up to 2.5 million volts and substituted the 9-volt alkaline battery with a rechargeable 36-volt lithium ion/ tritium battery with an imbedded microchip of my design that is currently in use by the Mossad in their ultra-compact night vision goggles. 

In consideration for this technology, they have provided me with a generous supply of a ceramic/ metal composite with non-existent impedance properties that I made into the electrodes for the new taser. 

The advantage to the new model is that I do not have to makes direct contact with a person. Just a 1-inch gap or closer is all that is necessary to achieve the needed full effect. 

I am presently incorporating parts this new technology into a ladies compacts for my girls waiting for the titanium cases to be machined. 

I will insert the titanium cases inside the ordinary plastic ones that can be bought anywhere makeup is sold. 

They will be small and inconspicuous. They will function like a true ladies compact as well but with electrifying results.... if you will... no.... please excuse my bad pun. 

I walked towards them and they turned to confront me. The biggest of the clowns was in front, he being the one with the spurs. He was making kissing sounds and sneering; for identification purposes I will call him clown number one. 

I was watching his eyes and as he led off with his left foot he spun around and tried to kick me with his right to slash or impale me with the sharpened spurs.

Being marginally familiar with the martial arts most likely what he saw on TV or in the theatre and somewhat drunk he telegraphed his movements, not to mention exposing his back with his clumsy attempt to slash me.

I moved to one side and zapped him with the taser; his fancy new, leather jacket embossed with the Harley logo making no difference as the 2.5 million volts entered his central nervous system. 

The second clown, clown number 2 grabbed his friend to keep him from crashing to the floor his arms around number one embracing him as if they were gay clown lovers.

I zapped the now occupied clown number two and they slumped to the floor in each other's arms.... that was funny.

This gave Mandy the opportunity to get past clown number three and get behind me. 

Minerva and Sarah rushed over to Mandy hugging her and then stepped in front of Mandy closing ranks. I glanced at the bartender just standing there with his mouth open and his eyes were practically bugging out of his head. 

I would deal with him later and realized at that point Katherine was nowhere to be seen. This left clown numbers three, the clown wearing the spiked gloves and the ringleader of this gaggle of buffoons; and the one blocking the bathroom.

I definitely wanted a piece of this one and I walked towards him smiling and depressing the switch on the taser. Letting him watch and see what was in store for him as the electricity crackled and arced between the electrodes.

"You wouldn't be so tough without that thing!" He exclaimed with false bravado while looking frantically around. Then he looked at the bartender lifting his head slightly while rolling his eyes as if asking for help. This was a definite tell... I thought as much. 

"Perhaps... or perhaps not clown" I replied calmly "You have upset and disrespected my lady and I will have my satisfaction. Did any of these buffoons touch you or lay hands on you in any manner Mandy?"I asked, not taking my eyes off of him and overturning a table giving me a clear path. 

"Yes Michael he grabbed my crotch when I first tried to walk by him; be careful he has spikes on his gloves."

"What about the others?" I asked.

"They just laughed and made lewd comments "Mandy replied. 

"I don't know how much you paid that whore to look the other way or what your agreement was with him "I said, pointing to the bartender.

"Minerva?"I called, taking off my ring and handing her the taser and ring as she stood beside. Minerva put the ring on her thumb, the samarium cobalt magnet contained within the titanium ring necessary to activate the switch. 

"Keep an eye on the whore behind the bar and these two on the floor and zap them as much as you want."

I slowly advanced on him overturning tables and throwing chairs as he retreated and projecting my voice as if I were actor upon a stage "And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth, With carrion men, groaning for burial." 

My tempered rage vocalized; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1., so much for learning my lesson even though the clown was younger than me and I still wanted a piece of his ass. 

Clown number three turned and bolted. In his panic he ran into the ladies room by mistake and locked himself in.... tough guy. The two clowns on the floor were starting to come out of it and Minerva zapped them again for good measure. 

The excitement was now pretty much over and I turned to find Mandy standing behind me. Mandy was trembling and looking like she wanted to cry. Sarah was standing next to her and holding Mandy's hand. 

Minerva was standing at the end of the bar blocking the bartender's escape and glaring at him, daring him to try to leave. Her beautiful green eyes were flashing, as if on fire such was her rage. The bartender was looking down unable to meet her eyes. 

I took my little peach in my arms and Mandy put her head on my chest, crying softly. Katherine came in shortly afterwards, grinning and walked over to Minerva and Sarah and started quietly talking to them.

Sarah put her hand over her mouth to hide a smile, while turning her head briefly to look at me, while Minerva just nodded her head, and was smiling as well.

As for the rest I will cut to the chase. The State Police did arrive and three arrests were made, the 3 clowns. Katherine and I were given appearance tickets and my taser was temporarily confiscated, but then returned at our hearing in town court after the charges were dropped against us. 




Amish No More Ch. 02



I put my ring back on and kept it not telling the police its purpose and therefore it was overlooked. I was right about the gaggle of buffoons; they were very cocky at first threatening me with high priced New York City Lawyers, which one of them was, and one of them was wealthy enough to have connections however mine are better.

During the confrontation Katherine walked each of the bikers scoots down the breakwater and dumped them into sixty feet of water...I can't believe that Katherine, level headed and predictable Katherine did that, God bless her. 

I allowed them to plead to 200 hours of community service each picking up trash along the road. This was their official sentence they requested to the court when they plead guilty. There were two unofficial stipulations or sanctions imposed upon them. 

Someone real scary talked to each of them that person being an old friend of mine returning a favor; only the Devil knew what Snake threatened them with. The first stipulation was that they dress as circus clowns while performing the said community service and believe me they did. 

The second was that after their Harley's were removed from the lake bottom at the end of the west breakwater they would be reconditioned at their expense and then donated to three small volunteer fire departments to be raffled off as fundraisers. Arthur suggested this stipulation. 

As for the bartender out of the goodness of his heart he donated $5000.00 cash to the county animal shelter. His stipulations; first he make an appointment over the telephone requesting that a photographer be present and that his picture be put in his local paper as a human interest story. 

He delivered the cash in person. The caveat he would be dressed like a prostitute. This was Minerva's suggestion.

He wore an expensive Elvira style wig and heavy and trashy makeup to look like a drag queen whore; right down to red fishnet stocking and shocking pink high heel platform shoes. This was very generous on my part when you consider that he whored himself to the clowns for a lousy two hundred dollars. 

That evening after we were done with the police Mandy rode home with me on the back of the motorcycle, her long honey blond hair streaming behind like a banner. 

Unlike Sarah Mandy has ridden before knowing how to shift her weight in the turns. We stopped on the way home for coffee and bagels. While I placed our order she went into the bathroom to freshen up and brush her hair.

She was pleased to be allowed to wear her hair down and loose for me in public and sat close next to me squeezing my hand while we enjoyed our coffee and bagels and just talked; Mandy glad to be out alone with me and I with her. 

Mandy would be sleeping with me that night in consideration for what she had been through and my ladies were waiting up for us in the kitchen when we arrived home.

There was no discussion I ordered Mandy upstairs leaving my ladies in the kitchen. As I was walking up the stairs I could almost feel their smiles caressing my back... yes life was definitely good. 

As is my custom, Mandy and I showered before soaping each other down and then shampooing each other's hair. I left the bathroom first leaving Mandy to blow-dry her hair. Minerva was waiting for me outside of her bedroom. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips long and deep tasting like mint toothpaste as did I and she whispered. 

"You can be such a bastard, Master, goodnight" And smiling she let go and turned to leave. 

"Not so fast my impertinent redhead bitch" I said giving her buttocks a familiar little squeeze and then grabbing her shoulders gently to turn her around. I returned her kisses hugging her tight. 

Minerva went into her bedroom and closed the door and Sarah opened hers and stepped out. Sarah walked up to me and then I took both her hands in mine and pulled her close. I kissed my pretty girl's sweet lips her breath fresh and clean from a recent brushing and sent her to bed, wishing her a "goodnight".

Last, but certainly not least Katharine came out of her room when Sarah closed her door.

"Katherine" I said sternly while glaring at her "Come here and assume the position" I pointed at my feet and she did "Of all my ladies I always thought you were one of the most level headed. Have you any idea how much those Harleys are going to cost me?"

Turning I said "Minerva, Sarah, move away from your doors right now and get into bed or there might be three girls leashed to the pole before the night is through."

I heard two sets of feet scurrying and then Mandy darted from the bathroom into my bedroom closing the door quietly behind her. 

Turning back to Katherine, I said, harshly "Heel and look at your Master." Katherine came up from the floor into a kneeling position looking frightened.

"Put your arms behind your back and keep them there. I gathered all her long hair into a ponytail and twisted it around my hand until it was tight to her scalp."You have such beautiful long thick long hair Katherine; do you know what you have forced me to do now?" 

"Please, Master, don't make me cut my hair!"

"Be silent" I loudly commanded as Katherine swallowed and closed her eyes "Stand, you brought this on yourself and are only getting what you deserve for your impulsive actions." 

You could hear a pin drop........No doubt Sarah, Mandy and Minerva were holding their breath straining to listen through the closed doors. 

I kissed her mouth long and deep and Katherine opened her eyes in surprise as I let go of her hair letting it drop down her back. 

I put my index finger in front of my lips and winked at her smiling. 

"As I was saying my voluptuous and buxom Katherine, for your wonderfully impulsive and clever, although expensive actions of putting three Harleys into neutral and pushing them one by one to the end of breakwater into the Lake. Get away from the doors ladies".... and then I heard two sets of feet plus one more scurrying again. 

"I will be sending you to medical school. This is something you have always wanted and thought was beyond your reach when you signed your contract with the Sanctorum. I am sure we'll all be proud having a Doctor of Medicine in our family...right ladies?"

"Yes Michael!" Minerva, Sarah and Mandy all said in unison opening their doors as Katherine hugged me with tears of happiness running down her face. I was hugging her and wiping and kissing away those tears. 

"Ladies line up in the hallway" I commanded and they came out of their rooms and lined up side by side. Katherine joined them wiping the remaining tears from her face and was smiling as they all were. 

"Assume the position ladies... very nice and don't think for a minute that I didn't know you all were running in place and not in bed." 

I lifted their white silk nightgowns and gave each of them a sound slap on the ass, including Katherine "Order and discipline will be maintained in this household as well as your obedience, heel. 

Minerva, Sarah, it is bedtime; goodnight." They each received a kiss and hug for me and I sent them on their way. 

"Katherine and Mandy?" 

"Yes, Michael" They said, again. 

"I'm really not sleepy after all that has happened today and I feel quite amorous. You will both be sharing my bed this evening and we will be sleeping in late."

"May we fix our hair for you Michael?" They asked together. 

"Yes and you may choose the styles." 

When they returned they were carrying extra pillows and a blanket. 

They both had fixed their hair into ponytails and their faces were makeup free freshly scrubbed and glowing. As they came bustling into the bedroom they looked so happy and wholesome as if they were 'attending a slumber party'.... that's what I was thinking at the time. 

I was lying on my back as they came in naked. They got into bed with me one on either side. I sat up propping my pillows again the headboard taking a girl in each arm and hugging them; stroking their soft and thick ponytails.

Katherine went down on me first licking the tip of my manhood and then the shaft while Mandy and I were kissing and I was playing with Mandy's breasts and stroking her sweet flower. 

Soon, Mandy was kissing my face and neck working her down my chest and groin to help Katherine. They were taking turns sucking and licking my cock while kissing each other's lips long and deep as I watched. 

I took their hair out of the ponytails so that I could feel it teasing my chest and groin while they continued licking and sucking my cock and balls.

I came in Mandy's mouth and she swallowed all of my semen; my orgasm was indescribable, nevertheless I was soon hard again. Two lovely women in the same bed will do that to a man.

Katherine likes it a little rough and I grabbed hold of her hair pulling and ordered Mandy to get on her back and told her to close her eyes.

I forced Katherine's face into Mandy's dripping vagina ordering Katherine to lick and play with herself. After a time, I shoved my cock into Katherine's dripping, swollen pussy. I slapped Katherine's voluptuous ass as I rammed her while she was licking Mandy's dripping swollen pussy with abandon.

They both were moaning loudly and I so wanted to orgasm again but I held back. Mandy was the first to come and then Katherine both of them bucking and squirming. 

I again grabbed Katherine by her hair wrapping my hand in it pushed her face into my rock hard welcoming cock. I had my second orgasm coming in her mouth and afterwards Katherine swallowed everything. 

She and Mandy licked my cock and balls clean as I lay there relaxed and satisfied. I was absolutely spent by then and feeling as weak as a kitten, and sleepy... so sleepy, imagining that I was one being licked clean by two sexy mother cats. 

I just lay there until they finished and they cuddling up on either side of me. I kissed them both before drifting off into a calm and blissfull sleep................. 

I woke up late the next morning to find Mandy and Katherine gone and Minerva sitting on the bed with a tray of bagels with cream cheese, honey dew melon and a carafe of coffee. I sat up and arranged the pillows for us to lean against the headboard. 

"With everything going on lately I thought that we might never get a chance to talk about Martha" Minerva said getting next to me and pouring two cups of coffee from the carafe taking hers and then placing the tray on my lap. 

I noticed that Minerva had her hair done up in a French twist, wonderful, apparently it was long enough for this elegant style now and she was wearing a vibrant red silk kimono with white chrysanthemums over her white silk nightgown. 

I reached over to stroke the soft hair at the nape of her neck. "You look lovely my love, good enough to eat and your hair is very elegant and sexy." 

"That is how I will be wearing until it is long enough for a nice bun Mickey" She said teasing. I could see the amusement in her eyes even though she said it with a straight face. 

Mickey short for Michael and term of endearment with a little story behind it. Martha called me Mickey in the days when we were happy and in love; before we lost our child.... my son.... my boy, Aaron and I cried at the time remembering a quote by Roman Polanski. 

"If you have a great passion it seems that the logical thing is to see the fruit of it, and the fruit are children". Afterwards I internalized my grief for my son while my wife wore it on her sleeve and accused me of being cold and heartless. 

No matter what I did or said after that there was no pleasing Martha, and eventually I stopped trying. For whatever reason, Martha blamed me for the death of our son and the complications that rendered her sterile.

She completely let herself go becoming obese although she kept herself clean, paying particular attention to her perfect teeth. Martha denied me sex and cut her beautiful long hair brutally short to spite me. 

When we were first married, Martha was a small, petite woman with much the same figure as Mandy. Martha had such beautiful long black hair being thick and soft falling to the middle of her back.

Of Portuguese decent on her mother's side Martha has the same rich black hair, dark onyx eyes and the prefect light olive complexion of her mother. She also has a hot fiery temper. One to match Minerva's and Martha can swear up a blue streak in Portuguese when angry. 

Unlike Minerva whose anger is tempered and controlled, Martha can be spitefully inventive and has a tendency to throw and break things. 

For example she sold most of my music collection to a flea market promoter for pennies on the dollar while I was away on business. When I returned from Japan to find my records and cassette tapes gone I was served with divorce my papers, via a singing telegram the same day. 

When she was angry Martha would often strike me although I easily blocked her ineffectual blows and kicks making her even angrier still. 

I never hit her back.... if she hurt herself hitting me, so be it. An only child her parents doted on her giving her everything that she asked for.... Martha was a spoiled brat. 

I took my marriage vows seriously, (for better or for worse) making the best of a bad situation and throwing myself into my work. I felt betrayed when Martha left me and filed for divorce as if my grief was any less real then hers. I never strayed or had an affair while we were married. 

The last time that Martha had called me Mickey was the day I confronted Frank Abzug when she fainted in my arms.

"Why did she call you that, Michael? Was it Mickey for the mouse; Minnie and Mickey?"She said lightly, and laughing she not possibly knowing the man from my past; the man; the father never to be, Mickey. Mickey was buried with his son. 

The only other person who knows this is Arthur. Arthur felt my pain, I saw it in his face when we talked in my Library on the day the enforcers took the offal scum away.... he told me a little about his nephew knowing that I would never betray a confidence. 

Minerva saw the pain in my face even though I tried to hide it with a smile. "I'm sorry Michael, I was only teasing and I can see that you don't want to talk about that. May we still talk about Martha?"

"Come closer."I said, putting the tray on the floor and she put her coffee on the tray to got close and putting her head on my lap. 

"You are intuitive as well as beautiful, my Marvelous Minerva and I love you.

I lightly stroked her beautiful face and continued until I finished my story. 

I will take you into my confidence a second time my love.... let me tell you about my son."

Minerva listened to my story not interrupting to ask questions. I sat and held her for a while enjoying our intimacy.

Finally, she spoke "I never realized why you were so bitter at first, Michael... so very bitter. You showed up at my dance studio unshaved, and in desperate need of a haircut. You were wearing faded blue jeans, a white tee shirt and engineer boots.

I couldn't figure out how you got past security and classes were not starting for two hours and then by appointment only. I was watching you from a live feed on the computer monitor in my office and I thought you were a bum without two nickels to rub together. 

"I watched you for two months before I went to your studio, my love.

I had business with the bank across the street from your building when I first saw you. You had your hair pinned up and were wearing a dark brown skirt and jacket, a white ruffled silk blouse tan stocking and dark brown pumps when you walked into the bank and you were all business... no nonsense. 

You walked in the Bank like you owned the place walking past me never giving me a second glance. You walked right in the Bank President's Office closing the door behind you and taking my appointment.

I was annoyed and intrigued.... I made some polite inquires and decided to meet you despite your best efforts to keep me out."

"Why didn't you tell me this before Michael?"

" I was waiting for the right opportunity." 

"Well as you remember I'm sure, my secretary refused to give you an appointment or let you talk to me." 

"I remember."

"You told her when you returned from business on the West Coast in two week you would be returning with flowers."

"Yes, and Donna your secretary told me to leave now and never come back or she was calling the police....and I left." 

"You certainly did and we thought it hysterical that a bum whom was lucky enough to get past security had business on the West Coast.

I thought we would never see you again. 

When the telephones and intercoms were working again and as a precaution we called the police and reported you as a stalker. I assumed at that time everything was a coincidence because of the Telephone Company truck parked outside and............"Michael, you didn't?"

"Perhaps, or perhaps not" I answered.

"You just vanished and nobody saw you leave and the tapes from the security system were somehow completely erased. How did you do that, Michael?"

"It's a secret and I shall not tell you"

"Michael?"

"Minerva!"

"OK, Mr. Magician keep your magic tricks secret. I beefed up security and then you got in a second time and I hardly recognized you; you clean up so nice.

My secretary's office was full of flowers when I arrived; pots of peace lilies; hundreds of them with cards addressed to me. I suppose you won't tell you how you did that either?" 

"Nope"

"There you were sitting at my desk wearing a black tuxedo and one that was custom tailored just for you, I can tell these things. Your feet were on my desk...my desk! The audacity and if I could have called security I would have. Your hands folded on your chest and your top hat tipped over your eyes. 

Really Michael, you have such a flair for the dramatic.... cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. I can't believe that Martha could possibly find you so uninteresting that she left you for that lump Frank Abzug. 

"Martha changed after the stillbirth. Even after we were first married all she wanted was a large family. Martha was a virgin on our wedding night. Martha's Mother and Aunts had great influence with her and I should have seen it coming; I loved her Minerva." 

"Forget about her for now.... I was fascinated and flattered that you got in a second time and you looked so different. Cleaned up with a shave and haircut with top hat and cane and the flowers... how could you possibly know that I adore lilies?

Then you leapt over the desk and bowed to me with a flourish. You pretended to hand me your business card which was blank, but took my hand instead in your strong-callused hand so out of place for a man wearing a tailored tuxedo and you bowed a second time and not letting go. 

You said "The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, the humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. 

William Blake (November 28, 1757--August 12, 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker, Ms. Minerva Alice Flynn. I wish I were as eloquent as he, but alas, I remain a thorn without a rose to stain your beauty bright. 

Then you explained that all you wanted was a chance in the advanced ballroom dance class to brush up on your skills and prove your mettle...well you know the rest how could I possibly refuse we moved as one. 

"Dancing is like riding a bike, my dear, you never forget" I replied. 

"You need to treat her with a firm hand, Michael and set limits for her. 

You certainly can't allow her to hit and swear at you.... I was thinking out loud of course you won't. That being said with us it is different you bastard" She whispered squeezing and kissing my hand.

"Martha has a temper and in this department is your equal. While yours is tempered and controlled hers is not." 




Amish No More Ch. 02



"What if Martha acts up and you are not around?"She asked.

"I'm putting you in charge, my love. You will be Mistress of the house and the keeper of the keys over Martha. The girls will follow your lead. 

If Martha acts like a spoiled petulant child treat her like one." 

"Seriously, Michael, I understand why you did not hit her back when you were married. But how could you live with her without having sex.... without intimacy; that I don' understand. You are such a passionate and loving man."

"I had my work, my inventions, loyal employees whom I had a responsibility for and their families."

"Nevertheless since you want my advice don't bend over backwards to appear fair or feel too sorry because of her bad choices" Minerva advised "I should be thankful for if it not for those bad choices I would have never met you or loved you the way that I do now. 

You will forgive her betrayal Michael as you forgave mine because that is the type of man you are. When you are angry it seems that you have no fear; confronting the clowns like that, you could have been hurt."

"I knew what I was doing."I replied.

"True and you could have still been hurt. Never forget you are a friend and confidant of a Grand Master whom wields the power of life and death. You most likely will be Arthur's successor. 

One more thing and then I will keep quiet. You are right; we are of the Sanctorum you and I. After experiencing both facets of it, I never have been happier. When you look at me it is if you are caressing me with your eyes.... you look the same way at Sarah. You know what else I think, Michael?" 

"You said one more thing" I reminded her.

"That was just a figure of speech and you know it."

"Please continue my love" I said, blowing on her neck. 

"I don't think that I shall" She retorted.

"Are we going to start that again, Minnie?"

"You want the truth, Michael? Do you want the truth? I don't think that you can handle the truth!"

"Try me."

"You are prickly to touch as a hedge is, or as soft as eiderdown fluff, 

Sharp or quite smooth at the edges, My Master, my Michael.... my love.... you would have made a Marvelous father." 

"That was very nice, Minerva."I said swinging my legs over the side of the bed and reaching for my tray. If I remember correctly my voice may have been breaking when I said that. 

Minerva then pushed me down on the bed and put her hand over my mouth.

"I am not done speaking, be silent. You are not getting off that easy, Buster" She said harshly going into her mean Mistress Mode "I have an announcement to make." ``

And then she leaned forward and bit my ear lightly, whispering. 

"It is my turn to be on top.... with your permission of course.........."

*

Author's note in regard to the underlined sentences: I am quoting in part another Author's work; W.H. Auden:

1903-1973; 'Oh Tell Me The Truth About Love' (1938) .



Amish No More Ch. 03



The week that Martha would be released to me had finally arrived. 

I would be going alone to Arthur's Estate in Martha's Vineyards to get her.

Arthur would be flying home from Australia from a business trip and she would be waiting for me there. 

In the event that he was delayed I was to wait for him and Maud would see to my needs. 

A point of clarification; I mentioned earlier that after Maud's Tribunal I made no claim on her person. 

On paper Maud is the community property of the Sanctorum. 

For practical purposes she is now Arthur's personal secretary... perhaps his lover. 

She is also a cook and housekeeper on occasion; Maud is forever a slave. 

As community property it is my right to have Maud if I so desire as may any Master or Grand Master. 

Maud has served several Grand Masters now and she was deliberately passed around to humble her as part of her punishment.

No doubt it was Maud's hope that she would be immediately purchased and shielded by Arthur or myself.

Maud has been with Arthur for the past four months.

I know for a fact that Arthur eventually intends to purchase her from the Sanctorum and I doubt that anyone out of respect for him will stand in his way. I certainly won't and I have first consideration if Maud were to be put up for sale. 

Therefore if problems do arise I remain Arthur's ace in the hole. 

The thought has occurred to me, the desire to have and to own the former Grand Mistress, Maud. 

It was and is my right to ravage Maud upon her being found guilty and Minerva as well; that precedent was set long before I was born. Their actions could have resulted in my death if I was found guilty of their false charges and planted evidence. 

Fortunately I had taken precautions. 

I remember well the first time I met regal Maud. In saying this I am in no way being sarcastic or flippant. 

Maud held audience as if she were a Queen and I a serf being granted a favor or indulgence by her offer to purchase Sarah.

She was gracious yet aloof, dignified and refined; in short Maud was a presence not to be ignored.... so much better challenge. 

Maud was wearing a deep purple dress. This rich purple is reserved for Grand Mistresses for all formal Gathering of the Sanctorum. Maud's long dark brown hair was pulled back into a braided chignon at the nape of her neck. 

I observed barely noticeable hints of silver gray at the roots of her temples as I studied her.

Most likely she dyed her long hair. Maud is as tall as Minerva and at that time 30 lbs heavier and is exactly 20 years older; they share the same birthday. While Maud may have let herself go a bit, however she remains a beautiful woman and was by far... by far wealthier then Minerva could ever hope to be; most of her wealth is now mine. 

Maud was also wearing an 18- karat gold filigree tiara in her hair. 

It was adorned with a flawless marquee cut 6-carat amethyst gemstone of a magnificent dark purple color.

The tiara represents the Grand Mistress's symbol of office and was something that Minerva always coveted. 

Masters and Grand Masters have a simple gold signet ring with the seal of the Sanctorum. 

The upper right hand corner shield of the coat of arms on the Master's ring is left blank. 

When a Master achieves Grand Master a single carnation is engraved in this mentioned corner. 

Masters and Grand Masters did not have an official color and we dress as we please. 

Maud was in her mid-fifties when I first met her, when I first looked into her haughty blue eyes. 

Those same blue eyes sized me up and dared me to refuse her offer and then counter offer. 

I was polite and met her gaze. I was thinking; "so much like Minerva.' "I would love to take her hair down to see how long it is." 

These were the censored thoughts while the rest... I am sure that you get the idea. 

The last thing that Maud expected from me was that I would turn her down; politely of course and be looking for tells. 

Her hands were folded on her lap when I refused her. I watched Maud catch herself as she squeezed her bottom hand with her top hand in annoyance or anger at my audacity. Plus the fact that Maud was aware that I observed her hand movements and saw the amusement in my eyes at discovering her tells. Maud was watching me intently as well. 

Minerva was absolutely beside herself with anger and embarrassment although she concealed it well; aside from the flashes of fire in her beautiful green eyes. I had every right to refuse Maud, Grand Mistress that she was then. 

The laws of the Sanctorum are few. A slave, Master, Mistresses, Grand Master or Grand Mistress are expected to know them by heart and they are to be carried with them always.

Justice is swift and sure and the penalties are determinant and harsh. As a case in point, you are either innocent or guilty. 

Extenuating circumstances are seldom taken into consideration. 

Appeals are rare requiring the seating of the fifty and are not to be taken lightly. 

Back to Arthur's estate:

Arthur has a large estate complete with a stable and barn for his riding horses. 

The servant's quarters are separate from the main house and remain unoccupied.

He keeps a Holstein cow for fresh raw milk. He has a small fieldstone chicken coop with chickens for fresh brown eggs; bacon & eggs with home fried potatoes and buttered toast being his favorite meal by far. 

Even though he is a man of immense wealth and power Arthur has never forgotten his roots having grown up on a farm.

It is not beneath him to clean out his stables, barn and coop or to feed and care for his animals and I dare say that he enjoys it. 

By contrast Arthur's house is opulent with marble, slate and granite floors. 

It has 11 full baths for each bedroom and many other rooms and galleries. 

If I decide to add Martha to my household every bedroom upstairs will now be occupied; bedrooms that Martha once hoped would be full of children; bedrooms that I one hoped would be full of children. 

When I arrived at the airport the limousine service brought me out to Arthur's gated estate and we went through the two armed security checkpoints. At the second checkpoint I got out of the limo and sent the driver on his way intending to walk the 1000 yards or so to the main house carrying my waxed canvas duffle bag. 

I had not seen or talked to Maud since her Tribunal. We had much to talk about and I was still curious to find out how long her hair was among other things. Assuming that Arthur made no changes to Maud's hair because I doubt the other Grand Masters did.  

As I said before out of respect for Arthur...or perhaps fear. 

When I arrived at the Mansion one of the two cleaning ladies, Paula answered the door while glancing over my shoulder looking for the limo. Arthur employs two frumpy and plump ladies of Italian decent to come in every other day to clean. 

They are sisters and spinsters, discrete, very well paid and fiercely loyal to him. They lost their childhood home to taxes, further complicated by the actions of crooked land developers and politicians; politicians being crooked is a given. 

Arthur paid the delinquent taxes and then put a halt to the bogus claims of eminent domain. The limousine service that brought me here is the same one that brings them to and from work and for them that is a perk of the job. 

"Good afternoon, Paula. You are looking as lovely as ever." I smiled at her as I watched her touch her hair and then return my smile. "Is Maria working today? Sarah sent 3 pounds of her pecan fudge." I opened the large side pocket on my bag intending on giving it to her. 

"Maria is in the kitchen preparing you a little snack. You must be famished from your long trip. 

Ms. McCabe (she was referring to Maud) is waiting for you in the East Drawing Room. She has been primping like a peacock all morning. Please thank Sarah for the fudge.... such a cook she is! Are you sure that she not just a little Italian? Well, at least you are half on your Mama's side! And Catholic, praise the Madonna." She said, making the Sign Of The Cross. 

These two ladies had no idea that Maud was a slave of the Sanctorum. It was explained to them by Arthur that Maud was his personal secretary. On the surface that was exactly what she was. 

From the tone of Paula's voice I believed that she resented Maud being there. Although they were approximately the same age as Maud, Paula and Maria are not as beautiful, or as refined or as educated. However they are both fabulous cooks and Maria's Veal Marsala surpasses Salvatore's. Maud and Minerva are Harvard Graduates with a PhDs in Business/Mathematics as well as a M.A. in English Literature. No doubt these Ladies may even be a little intimidated by Maud.... as for me; Maud will be my bed partner for the duration of my stay. 

I gave Paula the fudge and followed her into the kitchen. Maria was laying out platters, plates and bowls containing Genoa Salami, sweet and sour headcheese, hard dry pepperoni, capiccola, soprsotta and sharp provolone cheese. There were black olives and green olives stuffed with raw garlic; the black olives were sprinkled with coarse sea salt and red pepper flakes. 

There was crusty Italian bread, plus sweet or hot roasted red peppers tossed in olive oil with whole roasted garlic cloves. 

There was a cold refreshing salad made with pealed segmented orange sections tossed with cold pressed extra virgin olive oil and freshly ground coarse black pepper and finally... homemade cannolis... just a little snack. 

I sat in the kitchen with them and ate while they fussed over me. I was enjoying my meal with a small glass of Carlo Rossi Paisano Chianti an inexpensive table wine that they favored and something that my Italian Grandfather, my mother's father drank.

While they cleaned the kitchen to their exacting specifications, I was working on the cannolis trying to make them go away and drinking cappuccino; salute Grandpa. 

When, tired of waiting Maud came walking into the kitchen and was quite annoyed with them. 

"I believe that I asked you two ladies to inform me immediately when the Limousine pulled up in front of the house did I not?" 

Maud asked in a demanding tone while standing there tall and regal like the Grand Mistress that she once was.

"Yes Ms. McCabe, you did." 

Paula answered, looking at her sister, knowingly. 

"Then why didn't advise me that Mr. Buckley was here?"

Maud asked a second time. 

"Because the Limousine did not pull up and Mr. Buckley walked from the second checkpoint and he looked famished. 

We can't have a guest and friend of Mr. Arthur go hungry, Ms. McCabe." Maria replied slyly. 

"Your ride is here Ladies and we won't need your services for the next five days. I will telephone you if things change. 

We will definitely discuss this matter at a later date when there are no distractions." Maud informed them before turning her attention to me. 

"Mr. Buckley."

"Yes, Ms. McCabe." I replied just as formally for the benefit of Paula and Maria. 

"Ms. Cardoso (Maud was referring to Martha's maiden name) is waiting for you in the East Gallery."

"Thank you, Ms. McCabe. I am looking forward to seeing her, but first you and I need to clear the air about a few things.

We had so little time the last time we were together. Please wait for me in the Billiard Room. I need to see these lovely Ladies to their chariot." I then offered Paula and Maria an arm and then escorted them out leaving Maud standing there. 

When I returned to the kitchen I finished my cappuccino before going the Billiard Room carrying my duffle bag. I closed and locked the door before putting the bag on the floor by the dry bar. Maud immediately assumed the position on the floor now that we were alone. 

"You may heel, slave." I said, keeping my voice neutral. Maud put her hand at the base of her throat; a gesture asking permission to speak and I shook my head for no. This is something that I taught all my girls and something that was no doubt was brought up in conversation between her and Minerva when they were free women; Grand Mistress and Mistress. 

"You will now stand with your hands at your side so that I can get a good look at you and so far I like what I see." 

Maud was wearing a navy cocktail dress with a black lace embellished bodice plus a sheer black lace elbow length sleeves and a scooped off the shoulder neckline. The shirred natural waist gave her figure the appearance of a slight hourglass shape while the pencil skirt accented her curves. 

This dress had what Minerva would call a flirtatious black lace hemline... very nice. 

The silver open toe high heels that she was wearing definitely added a nice movement to her hips as she walked; while the dress accented her ample bosom... very nice indeed. 

Especially since Maud had lost a good thirty pounds since I had last seen her. 

I walked up behind her and put my hands around her waist rubbing her taut flat tummy thinking; "It is hard to believe this siren is a woman pushing sixty because if I didn't know better I would have guessed late thirties or early forties despite the hair." 

I could smell her complex perfume mixed with her natural scent.... much like the nose of mature vintage Merlot, rich and complex.... each sip a subtle taste or nuance. Being close to her like this was like a carnal epiphany.... no wonder Arthur wanted Maud all to himself and I envied him. With Arthur's tacit approval I would savor her and I was looking forward to it. 

Maud's hair was stripped of the artificial brown dye that she once used to hide her gray; however hers was not an ordinary gray. 

Maud's hair was now her own natural burnished silver gray color that suited her much better. 

Her hair was pinned up in a simple cinnamon bun at the back of her head. 

Judging from the size of her bun, I would estimate that when Maud's hair was down and loose would now fall to the bottom of her shoulder blades. At some point Maud's much longer hair had had been cut. 

She was wearing minimal makeup, but wearing it well; eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and such. 

Maud has wonderfully clear, wrinkle free skin, the exception being the laugh lines at the corner of her eyes. 

These gave her face character; character that a young woman if lucky might eventually earn. 

Even though Maud's posture was that as a slave, her intelligent blue eyes were still all encompassing although no longer haughty. 

God bless him, Arthur had no intention breaking Maud's spirit.

And the process he spoke of, the one used to help Martha forget her nightmare about that scumbag Abzug must hold other surprises.

"I want you to walk to the end of the room and then stand by the billiard table. You know exactly what I am talking about. 

You are dressed this way to entice me and you have succeeded. You still do not have permission to speak."

I commanded as she once did and then I slapped her shapely ass most disrespectfully. 

Maud did exactly that and her hips were swaying nicely as she slowly walked on the silver heels and stopped where I pointed; at the floor in front of the pool table. 

"Very nice my dear, very nice; obviously you have been dieting and exercising I approve of your hair. 

It is such a beautiful burnished silver gray that I will have my hands in shortly. 

You look quite exotic and the silver color sets off the blue of your eyes.

You have permission to answer questions only; turn around and face away from me."

I unzipped Maud's dress and then slid it down her shoulders and hips and letting it drop to her ankles for her to step out of. 

Underneath the dress Maud was wearing a lacey black bra, lacey black panties and black garter belt to hold up her stockings. 

As I was removing her bra I asked. "How long was your hair before Arthur had it cut?"

"It just touched the bottom of my buttocks, Master."

I stroked her breasts watching her shudder as her nipples hardened at my touch leaving me to wonder if this was a result of the process that Arthur mentioned. I then kissed and blew on the back of her neck watching the goose bumps on her arms and shoulders... interesting; I never took her for the goose bump type. As for her panties, I simply ripped them at the seams leaving her dressed in the garter belt, stockings and silver heels.

I again blew on her neck and then kissed Maud behind her ears while smelling her perfume while my right hand was lightly caressing her shaved vagina and I commented. "Such an interesting scent; I can't place the perfume it is very complex; I also notice that your clitoral hood has been pierced.

"Arthur gets the perfume from a little shop in Egypt and it was blended especially for me. 

I'm not sure what it is called or if it even has a name.... that feels so good, Master. The piercings heighten my arousal."

"I wouldn't have guessed that you are so easily aroused and those precious goose bumps."

Have you always been this way? 

"No, Master?" 

"You may address me as Master Michael for the present." 

I offered while removing the hairpins to take her hair down. 

"Under the circumstances those changes are for the best as no doubt they will be for Martha...yes, the last one. 

I dropped the last hairpin to the floor and stroked her long thick ponytail. 

"No layers, this is just the way I like it, blunt cut to all one length."

I let go of her ponytail and then took a step back. "Take the elastic tie out of your ponytail and then shake your head."

Maud did as she was told tossing her head and I watched her silver tresses flow over her neck, back, shoulders and then caress her breasts. 

"Excellent...how I envy Arthur! 

As you remember I treated you with respect and kept my word to you about Minerva before the Enforcers took you both away for trial. 

I did not publicly rape or beat you after your Tribunal as is my right. 

That was then and this is now...you have a debt to pay and if I am well satisfied I will not beat you." 

I stepped to her and roughly buried my hands in her hair and kissed her lips. 

"You are mine for the moment and despite everything I have brought you a gift." 

I walked over to my duffle bag and returned with a bottle of Gekkeikan, a Japanese Plum Wine that I knew to be her favorite. 

I put the bottle on the pool table and then picked her up. 

I put Maud on top the pool table so that her feet hanging over the edge. 

Her surprised reaction to being manhandled handled in such a manner made me smile. 

Inspired and pleased I kissed her mouth a second time followed by whispering in her ear and blowing on her neck to be rewarded with more goose bumps. "You will remove your remaining clothing while I get a glass from the bar."

I returned with a small glass; the type having a wide body, narrow mouth and a straight lip; a glass perfect for this type of sweet wine. After pouring the wine, I held it up to the light to admire the pale amber color before dipping my index finger into it and then tracing my wet finger on Maud's lips for her to taste while I took a sip. 

Maud licked her lips and my finger. Then she took the glass when I offered it to her, sipping from it and then handing it back to me to take a sip. Pushing her long hair aside I then dipped my finger several more times painting lines from the base of her throat to the middle of her breasts. 

Then I traced the outline of her areolas, nipples; and finally her mouth before draining the remaining wine from the glass 

I dropped the glass to the slate floor and then ground it violently beneath my engineer boot certain that a woman of Maud's intellect, imagination and instincts would realize the symbolism of such and act and she did by closing her eyes and waiting; Maud was trembling. 




Amish No More Ch. 03



Grabbing Maud's hair with my right hand I pulled her head back to expose her throat. Then I kissed her mouth long and deep tasting the wine on her lips and tongue; she was mine for the duration. 

Still tugging at her hair I picked up her legs which were still dangling over edge of the billiard table and pivoted Maud on her shapely ass and then forced her to lie prone on the red felt of the billiard table. 

I spread her legs and stroked her wet pussy while probing her flower, still holding her head down on the table by her hair. 

Maud's hips were moving from side to side and she was arching her back slightly as my fingers slowly caressed her sweet clitoris and wet musky vagina. She was moaning softly yet hesitantly as if embarrassed at her own arousal...interesting? 

Maud was certainly vulnerable with me standing over her while I roughly held down by her hair. Perhaps she was still expecting a beating; she was aroused nevertheless.

I let go of her hair and kissed her mouth. I then kissed and licked her neck and the base of her throat while working my way down to her breasts and nipples while continuing to caress her dripping vagina. Maud's eyes were open now and she was looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and she was taking everything in.

She hesitated and then reached up to..." You may touch me my dear." I offered. "I am not going to beat you as that would serve no useful purpose. I do not need revenge for revenges sake and I have quite forgiven your transgression. 

Without it I would never have loved my marvelous Minerva as I love her now. In fact I am quite pleased with your submission and arousal as well as the goose bumps."

Maud reached up and touched my face and then the base of her throat.

"You have permission to speak freely if you wish and nothing you tell me shall leave this room."

"Thank you, Master." 

"Tell me what you want, Maud?" 

"I want you to make love to me, Master." 

"Is that all you have to say to me? I gave you permission to speak freely." I kissed her mouth again.

"I know about the top hat and the lilies; the whole story, Minerva told me. She said smiling. 

"Thank you for the plum wine. Gekkeikan is my favorite."

"You are welcome."

"Did you really quote Shakespeare when you confronted those bikers?" 

"Yes I did and I am told that you are quite the Shakespeare aficionado yourself." 

"I adore Shakespeare and before my crime against you and the Sanctorum I once owned all of his works. 

Fortunately I have access to Arthur's expansive Library and may still read him"

"And so you should; life without books and music would be a dismal life indeed." I replied.

"How your ex-wife left you for that cockroach I'll never understand; did she find you that boring? 

Arthur".... I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from talking. 

"We will talk later this evening my dear. Arthur being delayed a few days will give us plenty of time to talk; besides you will be sharing my bed tonight."

Stepping to one side to avoid the glass I removed my clothing and then got on top of the billiard table. 

"Get on your hands and knees. That's right just like that you silver vixen...now brace yourself. I told her slapping her ass just hard enough for it to sting and I made her yelp. "A slave needs to know her place; don't you agree?" 

"Yes Master."

Maud's vagina was dripping with desire in her arousal and her vaginal lips were pink and swollen waiting for the arrival of my cock to ravish her and ravish her I did. I was neither rough nor gentle with her and my need for her was very great. My manhood was rock hard from the anticipation of finally having her body if only for a few days. 

I would be seeing Maud often in the future however this might be my only opportunity to have her body. 

Minerva and Maud care a great deal about one another. Arthur and I planned on letting Maud visit on occasion when he was away on business or when they are together. On those occasions I will explore Maud's mind and intellect as a person. 

I pounded Maud with my rock hard penis as she braced herself for my vaginal assault. 

I continued pounding as my first orgasm washed over me bringing Maud to the brink of hers and then I pulled out. I started probing her clitoris with my fingers again.

"Do you want to come?" I asked, bringing her the brink again and then denying her my manhood or my fingers.

"Please, Master, I can't help myself, I'm so horny.... please don't stop, let me come."

This obviously was not an act, Maud was begging for it and she was flushed, wet and ready.

The process in Maud's case removed much of her sexual inhibitions without altering her personality.... how interesting. 

It made it much easier for her to enjoy sex and for a slave with a male Master this was definitely a plus; Arthur hinted as much. 

If Maud's process were taken to the extreme it could leave her as a woman in a constant state of sexual arousal; a sex drone. Arthur and I agreed that the old fashion way was best because our ways and our methods are so similar. 

The process was a tool to heal and enhance; it is highly secret to prevent abuse. It requires the seating of the 50 to sanction its use and thus far Maud and Martha are the only recipients. 

What I knew for sure was that I was imprinted in Martha's mind as her benefactor, much like a baby duck imprints on its mother. Martha's pain from the loss of our son as well as the abuse at the hands of Abzug was removed or greatly diminished. 

Martha's sexual inhibitions were treated the same but not her fiery temper or her basic personality. I would have Martha the old fashioned way or not at all. I insisted upon this...the greater the challenge the sweeter the reward. 

I got off of the pool table and walked to the North wall and returned with an elegant cheery wood Queen Anne Chair.

Maud was sitting in the middle of the table watching me with a puzzled look on her face. 

I bowed to her with a flourish and I sang: "Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever, one foot in sea, and one on shore, to one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so, but let them go, and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, of dumps so dull and heavy; the fraud of men was ever so, since summer first was levy: Then sigh not so, & c." 

I then offered her my hand and helped Maud off of the table to be rewarded by a beautiful smile and as she took my hand she curtseyed and said. "By my troth a good song, Master Balthazar."

I sat on the chair and made Maud straddle me. I then kissed her mouth as I slid my revitalized cock into her dripping and welcoming vagina. 

"Now isn't this nice, Maud? Keep your feet on the floor and use your legs and feet; perfect that's it keep it up and take your time... enjoy.... you are in control for the moment."

I held her hips as Maud put her arms around my neck. She pumped up and down on my cock stimulating her sweet clitoris. Maud's eyes were closed and she leaned forward occasionally to open them and kiss my mouth. It was wonderful watching her pleasure herself like this; watching as her long silver hair bounced and swayed down her back; her ample breast close to be sucked and licked. 

Maud was rather quiet as she came; neither a moaner nor a screamer. I noticed an increase of her breathing as she inhaled and exhaled and that her face and neck was were flushed. I buried my hands in her hair and kissed Maud's mouth and face. 

Maud then leaned back with her arms still around my neck and she looked directly into my eyes; like she did when she was a Grand Mistress. 

"That you were once unkind befriends me now, and for that sorrow, which I then did feel, needs must I under my transgression bow, unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel..." 

"That was very well said my dear, very well said. 

I am still looking forward to talking to you; however that will have to wait until bedtime. I going to get dressed and meet with Martha. Please bring my duffle to my bedroom." 

I was dressed and walking out the door when a thought occurred to me. 

"Do you have red lipstick?" I asked.

"Yes, do you want me to wear some this evening?" 

"Yes I do. Put your hair up again so that I may take it down. Until then, I would I were thy bird." I then waited for her lines.

"Sweet, so would I, yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." Maud replied, smiling as she replied as Juliet to my Romeo; this simple exchange assured me an exceptional blowjob later this evening.

I then walked to the East Gallery; a most unique room because of its stained glass windows. Arthur collects stained glass from Christian Churches or any unique stained glass windows from all over the world. These mentioned Churches were abandoned, remodeled or scheduled be demolished when Arthur purchased the stained glass for future generations to enjoy. 

Two of the walls from floor to ceiling have incorporated these mentioned windows and the room is breathtaking. He has also incorporated the wood, stone and marble from many of the sanctuaries to be made into tables, bookcases. 

Statues, chalices and crosses and such are displayed on pedestals, on tables or in the bookcases.... and oh yes, he collects church bells as well. 

Much more is stored in a climate-controlled warehouses and his collection is growing. I have sat in this room many times and it has a special feel to it; a feeling of goodness and this is Arthur's favorite room.

Martha was not waiting for me in the East Gallery having gone to the bathroom. I did not know that at the time and I went searching for her. I literally bumped into Martha as she came out of the bathroom in my room. 

I had to go myself when I caught her to keep her from falling. 

"Hello, Ms. Cardoso, I will be with you in a minute." I let go of her waist and then walked past her into the bathroom. 

Martha followed me saying "Mickey, I..." before I interrupted her."Don't worry Martha; I will remember to put the toilet seat down." 

I managed to get a smile out of her while minimizing an awkward situation.

As I was buttoning up my fly I remembered that she always had to remind me about the toilet seat when we were first married.

I also remembered how much I loved her then and how I spoiled her... and how beautiful she was. 

I took my first good look at her while taking my time to washing hands. 

It is said that the clothing makes the man; the same can be said for the woman. Coincidently this was one of my marvelous Minerva's favorite sayings and is something that I always pay a great deal of attention too. How many married men or men with girlfriends fail to notice this often times to their ultimate demise. 

Martha was wearing a colorful maxi dress with a large floral pattern of various shades of red, orange and green. It had spaghetti straps and a fitted elastic bodice at the waist, and the loose and flattering jagged edged of the skirt moved with her as she turned or walked and it came down to her ankles to meet the straps of the open toe red sandals on her small and dainty feet. 

As God made her, Martha is a small and petite woman with much the same figure as Mandy.

At one time Martha had such beautiful long black hair; hair that was thick and soft, falling just to the middle of her back and I couldn't keep my hands out of it; until she cut it short to spite me. 

At the present time it is an awful artificial bleached white blond and mid-back length and layered. 

The same terrible color as it was when she collapsed into my arms six months ago and now with the black roots growing out and showing. This would not do at all; I will not stand for it. Mandy would rehabilitate to its original black and then cut and shape Martha's hair to my preferences. 

Being of Portuguese decent on her mother's side, Martha has dark onyx eyes and a clear blemish free very light olive complexion. Today Martha's face was makeup free; all in all Martha remains a beautiful woman with a screw's temper to be tamed. 

I opened the bathroom door for her and we entered the bedroom. 

"Let's go outside and we will talk while we are walking." I said offering her my arm and she took it but didn't move. 

"By the way, you look lovely in that dress." 

"I want to thank you for everything that you have done for me, Mickey. I don't know where to begin. Everyone has been so kind to me, especially in the hospital. 

And then Martha put her head on my chest and hugged me and continued to talk which gave me the opportunity to touch her hair; as I suspected it was somewhat dry and over processed. "I didn't know those kinds of places existed." She continued. 

And it must have been very expensive; especially being in another country and all; Sweden. 

I have never been on a private jet before, Mickey."

"They exist for special people. I had the private jet chartered to ensure your privacy." I replied. 

"This must sound terrible, Mickey, but I glad that he is dead. Arthur showed me the death certificate, a heart attack. Do you still think that I am special after all I put you through?"

"I'm no Saint, Martha. I share some of the blame and you are special. I should not have let your mother or aunts interfere the way that they did. I also should have kept a firmer hand with you and I know better now." 

"I was wrong about you Mickey...my family was wrong about you especially my mother. I was wrong to blame you for Aaron's death and wrong to think that you were heartless and didn't care. My father was a weak man, Mickey; he was nothing like you; he could cry at the drop of a hat. That is why mother hated you. 

She thought of herself as the Matriarch over everybody except she couldn't control you like father. I thought that she was going to have a stroke on our wedding day when you drove your motorcycle right up the steps of the Basilica and then parked it by the main door in defiance of her and by doing so that day you put her into her place." Martha said laughing. 

"Yes, I enjoyed the look on your mother's face and your father's as well; although it is a shame that she took it out on him."

Martha continued. "After our divorce that internet romance didn't work out and I moved home to be with my mother. 

I should have tried harder to reconcile with you but you were so angry and were never home. I hired a very good private detective to follow you, one of the best." And then she started laughing again, I used to love to hear Martha laugh. 

"He quit! Mickey; you scared him off. How did you manage to sneak up on him and glue his car doors and windows shut while he was sitting in it?"

"I did it by being available for him to take photograph, keeps records etc. and by letting him think that he was accomplishing something even though I was watching him watching me. I let him think his hidden bugs and cameras were undetected and I allowed him to listen in on bogus telephone conversations. 

I observed that he always had a green Stanley thermos bottle in his sedan while on surveillance. He didn't drink out of the attached thermos cup but always in clean white paper cups that he kept in a plastic storage container in the backseat and that were the key."

"I don't understand?" 

"Perhaps I will tell you someday, Martha; please continue about your mother."

"I was under her thumb again; her fat daughter who couldn't give her grandchildren and she ever let me forget it. On the other hand she discouraged from losing weight, saying no man decent man would want me now that I was barren and used goods so what was the point; she wanted me fat like her. 

She also said that I was still beautiful in her eyes and to forget about men. Mama declared that it was God's will for me to be home again and I almost believed her; it would have been so easy to just give in. Mama said that she would take care of me. She had plans for my money and for what it could buy with father having died and she was lonely. When I lost weight and took up with Frank, she called me a whore and disowned me and I haven't talked to her since." 

"The past is the past, Martha. As much as we wish that we could change it we can't; we can only move forward. I will do what I can for you however there is something you must know. The man you knew as Mickey has gone away. I am not sure if he will ever return or will ever be there for you the same way that he once was. My name is Michael; my Ladies call me that and so shall you. Now, how about that walk? I could use the fresh air...............................

When I entered the bedroom Maud was curled up in a large overstuffed chair reading Antony & Cleopatra. She had a small glass of her plum wine on the table beside her. Maud was wearing green silk pajamas and I was pleased to see that she had twisted her hair up in a nice bun The bun held in place with two ivory hair sticks; remove the sticks and her silver tresses would come tumbling down; this was a very nice touch to go along with the blood red lipstick on her soon to be cock sucking lips. 

Getting up she put her book down and then assumed the position at my feet. "I'm going to shower first, my dear. Turn back the covers on the bed and get some extra pillows. When I get out of the shower I expect to see you as you are now. I then took a quick shower and returned naked to find my requests fulfilled and Maud in the position on the floor. 

"Heel my dear." Maud the former Grand Mistress was now kneeling nicely before me. "How many Masters or Grand Masters made use of you before Arthur brought you here?" "Three Masters and a Grand Mistress; I was with Grand Mistress Pamela the shortest and she was the last until Arthur. She kept me on a leash the entire time... May I speak in confidence? I know that you allow your Ladies this privilege."

"You may." I answered and Maud continued. "None of the three Masters had sexual relations with me of any kind. Do you want to know who they were?" "That won't be necessary." I answered. 

"All three Masters kept me on a strict diet and exercise program because they wanted to curry favor with Arthur. I was kept naked most of the time and when I wasn't exercising I was given the most menial of tasks to perform; I was a slave to their slaves. 

Master Brogan...I sorry it just slipped out. "It is alright Maud, please continue." "Master Brogan dressed me like a slut, a cheap whore, heavy makeup and all and then made me spend part of my days running errands for him and making purchases that he really didn't want. He made me return them the next day and then purchase different ones. I know that cheap slutty look turned him on, aroused him and yet he never touched me. In for a dime in for a dollar as they say; he makes both his slaves dress like sluts and they are pretty young girls; what a waste.' 

"You would never know this seeing how good they look at a Gathering." I added." "Yes I know." She agreed.

"I was Grand Mistress Pamela's doggy and I was made to bark and yip. I was made eat like a dog; too sit up and beg like a dog. She even made me defecate and urinate outside in the grass and I was never allowed to stand in her presence." 

I touched her face and said. "I get the picture but keep in mind things could have been worse. You know Arthur is going to purchase you and you have that to look forward too. You may put those things out of your mind. 

"Yes, I know he explained everything to me." She said. 

"Then you also know that you will be seeing Minerva soon; another thing to look forward to and you look lovely this evening." 

"Thank you, Master Michael....would you have purchased me if Arthur hadn't?"

"That depends?" I answered. "What does it depend on?" She asked.




Amish No More Ch. 03



"Am I your first choice or second choice, Maud?" 

"I have no choice, Master but you already know that; however I'm content to be here with Arthur." 

"Tonight you are my first choice, Maud and you will be mine until Arthur returns." 

"Would you still have purchased me if Arthur hadn't?" She asked. "You know the answer, Maud. "

"I want to suck on your cock now, Michael?" 

"You are awful bold, slave; addressing me by my first name." Maud ignored the admonishment. 

"I need the practice; I've never sucked on cock before and I don't want Arthur to know." 

"Is that why you asked to speak to me in confidence; you sucked me in you silver fox." 

"Yes, Michael and now I want to suck you off. Will you teach me to suck cock?" 

"Goodness gracious! Such crude words from such a dignified Lady; stand up and turn around." I took the sticks out of her hair watching her tresses fall down her back like a silver water waterfall. Maud's silver hair felt wonderful in my hands as I arranged it around her shoulders and back. I then put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me; Maud was smiling. 

"Impertinent slave" I pulled her close and kissed her mouth. "You have a saucy mouth much like Minerva's. You do not have permission to speak. I have other plans for your mouth and tongue. Heel and start with your tongue. Be sure to look into my eyes or Arthur's eyes when you are licking unless you are told otherwise."

"Yes that's right. Lick the entire shaft................Marvelous. Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip.

Very good that feels wonderful. Alternate between the two: the shaft the tip... the shaft the tip; in a circle with your tongue...in a circle with your tongue... keep licking. As you can see I am shaved down below: a small concession to my Ladies. It makes oral sex more enjoyable for them and for me....ah yes...mm... Very nice, Maud you are doing fine...mm, pretend that your tongue is a butterflies wings fluttering from flower to flower. Flutter your tongue on the tip...good you are reading my mind; in a circle, on the tip, on the shaft, good you are developing your own technique already; you have me throbbing and pulsating and I am holding back my orgasm to prolong the sensual pleasure...mm...ah God, blue eyes...back off your teasing and lick the clear pre-cum off of my penis... keep looking at me.... now take a break."

All the while that Maud was licking I had my hands in her hair to keep it out of her face. "At this rate you will soon instinctively know when your Master is about to come; the pulsating and throbbing cock and the pre-cum; learn the taste and then back off.

If I wanted to come right now I would use your beautiful hair like a horses reins and then immediately ejaculate into your mouth.

Many Masters would come on your face: I am not one of them unless that is your preference and only to indulge you, to spice things up so to speak. 

I am going to pull out slightly just before I do come so that you do not gag or choke; again, many Masters enjoy making their slaves gag; I'll be damned if I know why though. Maud nodded her head and smiled.

Most men also like to have their balls licked and sucked on...very nice...keep licking...lick the inside of my legs where my balls hang; ah, yes nice, very nice; that's why I showered first: simple common courtesy and good bed manners....take my balls in your mouth and suck and be sure to be careful with your teeth...good....suck and look up at me blue eyes... watch your teeth...mm.... yes, yes ...ah.. Nice, but enough of that for now; I want you to concentrate on my cock...blue eyes; stand up."

I took her face in my hands and looked into her eyes as would a lover or as would a Master of my ilk. 

"You have beautiful eyes Maud. Until I arrived I expected to see brown hair. Not the natural silver I see now. Your hair is like fine spun pure silver and yet as soft and silky as eider down. 

Your eyes are so cornflower blue as to shame the most precious and rare blue sapphires from Burma; eyes so blue as to make Shakespeare sputter and stammer for lack of words. When we alone together I shall call you Blue-eyes and that shall be our secret... Please go get my leather jacket from the closet." 

When she returned, I removed a white envelope from the inside pocket. I then took her hand and led her to the large

Oval floor to ceiling mirror on the far wall and I had her stand in front of it while I stood behind her. This mentioned mirror was bordered with stained glass and set in a black wrought iron frame. 

"I brought you something else, Blue-eyes. Lift your hair off the back of your neck and hold it there on top of your head.

I removed platinum serpentine choker with a four- caret stone that was set in a pendant and put it around her neck. 

It looked lovely there; a perfect fit with the flawless sapphire nestled nicely against the base of her throat. 

"As a Grand Mistress your symbol was a gold tiara with an amethyst stone; your color was the purple of your cloth. 

The tiara is a symbol that is common to all Grand Mistresses but unique to none. 

This blue Burmese Sapphire is set in platinum; this pendant is of one of a kind as are you. You are far more precious because of your intellect; your soul, even more precious to a Master who knows your true worth. Your color is now silver; your cloth is your glorious naked body soft and warm in your Master's arms. 

See how the stone glows and sparkles now that it is warmed by your body heat and infused with your bright aura. 

She was at a loss for words and I saw her bottom lip quiver as she watched us in the mirror.

I could also see that she was starting to cry so I reached around and wiped away that first tear from her eye. 

Maud turned, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek and whispered. 

"Thank you Master. I've never received such an intimate gift...nor have I had a man talk to me like this before. I'm, I'm......" 

Then she kissed my mouth and put her head on my chest and started crying softly; and yet she was smiling. 

Maud; imperious Maud lost for words; My Blue-eyes, soft and warm in my arms...ah the epiphanies of being a Master. 

I held her a few moments knowing that she was somewhat embarrassed and then I gave her bottom a playful slap and said. "Remember your cloth and colors Blue-eyes and then please pour me half a glass of wine."

I let go of her and then got into bed while sitting up and leaning back against the large pile of pillows in front of the headboard. 

Maud undressed, filled her wine glass ¾ full and took a sip leaving the volume ½ full as I requested before handing it to me.

She then got into bed with me and lay down with her head in my lap. I pushed her hair to one side and lightly caressed her cheek while slowly savoring the wine.

"Michael, may I finish now?" 

"Of course you may; show me what you have learned." I answered, draining the small glass and dropping it carefully to the carpet. She rolled over onto her stomach and started kissing my manhood while sneaking in little licks here and there. 

Kissing and licking my balls and the insides of my legs and crotch, teasing and probing. 

As before Maud licked the tip and shaft in a circular motion alternating soft, hard and fluttering her tongue on the tip. 

Getting up on her hands and knees Maud kissed my neck and chest and worked her way down licking here and there while continuing to kiss until she reached my cock. 

She took it into her mouth and started sucking, moving her head up and down the shaft.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her off. "Watch your teeth Blue-eyes." I advised her while lightly cuffing her head. 

"Many Masters would beat you if you irritate their Manhood with your teeth. 

Not that you just did; however that if very important to mind your teeth.

School is in session and this is your final exam to graduate. 

If you pass I will make breakfast tomorrow morning.

Besides, it has been a long day and I want to get some sleep." 

I lay down on my side after fixing the pillows to get comfortable. 

Maud slid down squirming to get to into comfortable position and was very careful with her teeth while she started sucking and doing a totally marvelous. 

I played with her hair while she licked and sucked, pulling back in into a ponytail, twisting it up into a bun and then letting it down again to caress her shoulders and back repeating my hair play and in no hurry to come. 

When my orgasm finally washed over me I pulled out partially as not to choke or gag her. 

My semen felt white hot as I hosed the inside of her mouth with my molten cum. 

To her credit she swallowed most of it getting a smidge on her chin.

Maud then sat up smiling at me and her eyes were shining as she was licking her lips. 

I wiped the spilled semen from Maud's chin with my fingers and then she licked and kissed each finger clean. 

I then held her hair away from her face while she cleaned my cock and balls thoroughly with her mouth and tongue. 

"There is mouthwash in the bathroom for you if want to use it. Afterwards you may stay up read if you wish 

Goodnight Blue-eyes; you passed." I then stretched out in the bed, closed my eyes and went immediately to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with Maud snuggled up close to me sound asleep. 

I noticed that she had fixed her hair in a simple three strand side braid. 

Sarah does this with her long brown hair to keep me from lying on it while we are sleeping and accidently pulling it when she or I move. 

Looking at Maud sleeping beside me reminded me that I have often contemplated that although I am a Master with four slaves; I was also like a husband with four wives to keep happy. 

Totally obedient wives to be sure, but all vying for my attention to various degrees; especially Minerva and Sarah. 

Discipline is paramount to maintain harmony in such a household; too cement their joint cooperation with one another. 

Discipline is followed closely by submission, loyalty, kindness, affection and yes; even loves. 

Now that I have seen her and talked with her, would Martha been able to accept that fact I live with four women? 

Or that they love me? Could Martha with her temper and acid tongue be able to get along in our household? 

Minerva can easily handle Martha if it came to a confrontation. 

Katherine is busy studying for her PhD and is living off campus in her own house, a house that is in walking distance to her classes. 

She will not be around much for the next four years and will hardly have to deal with Martha. 

Katherine loves this arrangement. I spend two days with her every three weeks or so. 

We pretend that she is my mistress....the other kind, a kept woman. 

We have the entire house to ourselves to play chess and do whatever we like

This is a concession and a reward for her studying hard to become a doctor; Katherine has a brilliant analytical mind. 

My little peach, Mandy has her business to attend to during the day, taking weekends off. 

It will pretty much fall on Sarah and Minerva to deal with Martha when I am away on business; my own or that of the Sanctorum. 

I was just lying there contemplating these things along with my promise to cook breakfast when there was a loud knock on the door. I sat up getting ready to answer it and heard her call from behind the closed door. 

"Michael, it's me, Martha. May I come in? I made you breakfast." 

The knock woke Maud up as well. She sat up and wrapped the sheet in front to cover her ample bosom. 

She was smiling while giving me a knowing look and was not at all embarrassed. 

I was thinking; "I am sure I told Martha that would be making breakfast for the three of us." 

To late...Martha opened the door and walked in on us with a tray in hand, breakfast for two. 

When she saw Maud sitting in bed next to me... well, to say that she was surprised was an understatement. 

Martha was told that Maud was Arthur's Personal Secretary and live-in house sitter/caretaker; after that there was no telling what Martha assumed or thought about the arrangement; and then she saw Maud in bed with me who changed her perception again.

Maud got out of bed and assumed the stern commanding persona that she used as a Grand Mistress; or should I say naked Grand Mistress Persona. 

She took the tray from a totally flabbergasted and now tongue-tied Martha. 

"Thank you, Ms. Cardoso. It was very thoughtful for you to make breakfast for the two of us. 

Michael was just telling me that he was taking us out for lunch later; I would attend but I have no time in my busy schedule. 

So if you will please excuse us." 

Maud said as she put the tray on the bed. "He will attend to you later." 

Intimidated and confused Martha left as Maud followed and ushered her out and locking the door before she turned to me, smiling. 

"Do you take cream or sugar with your coffee, Master?" 

"That was mean, Blue-eyes!" 

"What was mean, Michael?" 

"Pulling the Grand Mistress on Martha, intimidating her; and you did it so well." 

"She had it coming for the way she treated you." Maud replied, pouring my coffee and taking the covers off of the dishes. 

"You'll have plenty of time to spend with her when you get home; besides I don't want to share you with her until then."

"If you didn't want to share why did you tell her that I was taking her out to lunch and you couldn't attend?" 

Maud ignored the question; it was like dealing with an older version of Minerva. 

"This looks delicious!" She exclaimed taking a bite of omelet, chewing and swallowing. 

"It has hot and sweet peppers, Genoa Salami, provolone cheese minced black olives and it is simply delicious." 

"So... I'm taking Martha out to lunch am I?" 

To which she replied. "Yes, it is the least that you can do to thank her for the delicious breakfast that she made for us; although taking us out to dinner would be better. Besides, it makes you look good in her eyes."

"Did you just say us, Blue-eyes?" 

"Yes Michael, us, as in Ms. Cardoso and me. I just discovered some free time in my busy schedule." 

"You realize that the breakfast was for Martha and me?" 

"Well too late now." She answered, taking a bite of toast. "Your omelet is getting cold, Master." 

I just sighed and picked up my fork. I had been outmaneuvered. 

"Fine, be so kind as to make dinner reservations for three." 

"Of course I will Mr. Buckley that is my job as a personal secretary............

I spent part of that day just talking with Martha; about our failed marriage and the death of our son; Martha broke down and cried and I held her hand. We talked of things that went unsaid but should have been. We cleared the air about many things, many misunderstandings and laughed about many others and it was good for both of us. Then I took a nap alone until it was almost time for dinner.

I usually travel light and only brought two changes of clothing this time.

Maud was aware of this having made the reservations and dressed accordingly to the establishment that she selected; a well known landmark oyster bar, casual but expensive. Because of this among others events made dinner and interesting affair.

I was wearing my scuffed engineer boots, blue jeans, a white silk shirt and my old friend (my beat up A-2 leather jacket). 

While Maud was dressed in snug fitting blue jeans, white sneakers and a short jean jacket over her white silk blouse.

She wasn't wearing any makeup that evening except for the red lipstick and her silver hair was unbound and loose about her shoulders and it flowed nicely down her back; she was also wearing her blue sapphire. 

Martha was deliberately left out of the loop about the correct time and proper attire and met us downstairs at the last minute dressed to the nines in a revealing black dress better situated for a formal dining establishment. 

She was wearing a beautiful pearl necklace with matching earrings; a gift from Arthur; Her makeup done to perfection. 

Martha's hair was pinned up in a curly French twist with Maud's help and despite the terrible bleached blond hair Martha looked nice. 

Martha wasn't happy when she found out where we were going and she was glaring daggers at Maud. 

Although in the end she was a good sport about it and made the best of it. 

We drove to the oyster bar in Arthur's classic 1960 Rolls-Royce Phantom V White Limousine. 

Maud sat in the back seat and Martha sat in the front with me while I drove. When we arrived I helped each lady out and then I walked into the restaurant with one on each arm. 

When we got there the only table available was a raised one with tall barstools right next the kitchen; not good. 

In a better location Maud and I alone could have managed but difficult it was for Martha considering that she was dressed so formally. 

There were two young couples, friends celebrating a first wedding anniversary in a prime corner away from the bar. 

I sent a drink over to their table and one of the men came over to thank me. I took him to one sided to talk with him; he in turn went back to his table to talk with his friends. With the help of one of our first United States Diplomats, Benjamin Franklin a temporary treaty was reached and we switched tables.

After we were seated at the new table Martha asked, "What did you say to him, Michael? 

I'm complaining but how did you convince them to switch tables?"

"I let Benjamin Franklin do the talking." I replied, taking a sip of my India Pale Ale. 

"I don't understand?" She said looking puzzled and putting her menu down. 

"How many did it take?" Maud asked, smiling.

"Eight, I told them to consider it an anniversary gift." I replied to Maud's question.

"So you bribed them?" Maud emphatically stated while looking at Martha as if she had just scored a point. 

"Essentially, yes." I said laughing with Maud joining with me. Martha looked at us thoughtfully and sipped her diet Pepsi. 

Somehow I got the feeling that Martha was being deliberately obtuse because she timed her next question as Maud was taking a sip of her ale.

"That's a lot of money Mickey! Can you afford it?"

That bitter ale went down the wrong way because Maud started coughing and turning red. 

She had to put her napkin over her face to stop the ale coming out of her nose. 

I stood up to pat her on the back but she waved me off and rushed to the Ladies Room. 

The whole time Martha sat quietly while innocently studying her menu. 

I glared at her thinking, "tit for tat ladies" and then sternly said, "Well Martha?" "What do you have to say for yourself?" 

"Oh, I forgot, Michael I'm not supposed to call you Mickey anymore." She replied, holding the menu in front of her face so that I could not see her mischievous smile; or should I say passive aggressive smile?

When Maud returned to the table her face was still flushed and pink and red her lipstick was freshly applied and now she was staring knives at Martha.

"I meant the other thing, Martha."

She folded her menu and put it down. "Oh that. I think that I shall have the steamed Maine Lobster." 

Martha replied sweetly returning Maud's stare. 

I had to bite my tongue and sipped my ale to keep from laughing and then turning to Maud I asked "Are you alright."

"I'm fine; what are you having." Maud asked, still glaring at Martha. 

"I'm having dozens and dozens of raw oysters on the half shell with malt vinegar and black pepper and then more with Tabasco sauce." 

"That sounds fabulous, Michael!" Maud exclaimed "We can share.........................." 

I must say that those fresh oysters were fabulous! Maud slid her chair quite close to mine while we ate and ate; we lost track of how many dozen oysters that we ordered until the bill came. I tipped the waitress a ten spot for each fresh dozen that she brought to keep them coming fresh and cold on ice. Martha ate her lobster and then decided to try a raw oyster; she made a terrible face 




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as she quickly swallowed it. She then ordered a jumbo shrimp cocktail and a Bloody Mary, this being her favorite mixed drink. 

I received many discrete intimate touches from Maud, much to Martha's displeasure; when we went up to pay the bill, the cashier, a pretty young redhead in her twenties slipped me her cell phone number and her hand lingered on mine much to both their displeasure...as I said, dinner was an interesting affair with a twist; I got an opportunity to try out a new technique.

There was an idiot, a rather large muscle bound Hulk Hogan lookalike in his twenties sitting with a friend; this mentioned friend his single member fan club; this fawning fan no doubt was an aspiring body builder himself although he was of average build and they were sitting at the table next to us. 

The body builder was the type of idiot that lives in the gym and has contempt for anyone who doesn't. 

The type that dresses in tight sleeveless tee shirts regardless of the weather and probably stars in porn films for a living. 

He was loud, obnoxious, ignorant and opinionated...did I leave anything out? They were there to drink and he kept harassing their waitress, our waitress about the slow service; as I said our service was great. 

On top of that he grabbed the waitress's ass a few times making the manager come over to talk with him.

He was also leering at Martha and made a comment about the big-shot shrimp; me, throwing money around. 

In addition to all of this he was telling vulgar dumb blond jokes while he leered at Martha, licking his lips to which his fan club groupie laughed hysterically.

I got up to talk to him and asked him politely to tone it down; he didn't bother getting up but shifted his chair instead so that his back was to me and he told another vulgar joke. 

"Are you a Star Trek Fan?" I asked. 

"What does that have to do with anything, shrimp?" He asked laughing, his friend as well; to which I matter of factually replied.

"Because the logo on your muscle shirt is a Starfleet com-badge" I answered. When he glanced at the logo I reached forward and executed the classic Vulcan nerve pinch rendering him unconscious and he slumped forward in his chair; thank God it worked because I forgot my taser in the limo. 

I looked at his groupie friend and smiled. "That was the Vulcan nerve pinch." I lied while raising my hand like Mr. Spock, palm forward with the fingers spread between my middle and ring finger with my thumb extended and said, "Live long and prosper."

By then the manager and a patron who was an off duty cop arrived. After questioning me and several of the patrons the Officer quietly ejected them both of them from the premises without further incident; it was determined that the loud mouth had passed out from too much drink which left me nicely off the hook. 

Although I did hear someone shout as they were escorting them out, "Beam them out, Scotty!" 

When I finally got back to my table Martha leaned over, kissed cheek and said. "There is no such thing as the Vulcan nerve pinch; what did you do to him?" 

"I rendered him temporarily unconscious." I replied, picking up an oyster and eating it.

"We know that but how did you do it?" Martha asked. "I'll tell you at another time, Martha." 

"Then will you tell me how you trapped my private investigator in his car?" Martha asked.

"I never heard about this one; what private investigator?" Maud chimed in. 

"Start from the beginning and tell Maud what happened and I will tell the rest of the story. I said to Martha while I continued eating those fabulous oysters, which she did, ending with that he quit and wouldn't return her telephone calls or her retainer. 

I then ordered ale for me, a Pepsi for Martha and ice water for Maud since she would be driving. 

"As I said, Martha, the key was the disposable paper cups. I bugged his vehicle by putting a passive homing device in his sedan. 

It was a simple matter to find out then where he lived and who he was. When he was a home at night sleeping with his wife I disabled his car alarm and replaced one paper cup with identical cup but special one." 

"Then you coated his cup with some drug or chemical to knock him out, right?" Maud asked and to which I replied, "Exactly."

"He spent a lot of time in his car and he always sat in it while drinking his coffee; he was a creature of habit. 

After he was unconscious I removed the treated cup and poured fresh coffee from his thermos bottle into one I brought so that the cup count was the same. I also refilled his thermos to the proper level and then left him a little gift. 

Next I glued his car doors, windows and trunk shut with a chalking gun containing a tube of industrial strength quick drying epoxy followed by disabling his car from starting after removing his cell phone and then making an anonymous 911 telephone call to the Sheriff and leaving the cell phone line open for them to trace followed by dropping his phone in a mail box on the way to the airport.

I imagine that he had one hell of a time explaining to the authorities how he ended up that way or why he couldn't stop sneezing. 

I was out of the country by then with an alibi in the event that I was questioned, which I wasn't; I went as far as to send him a postcard from the Virgin Islands postmarked two days after my official departure date; the next day he checked the airlines, my contact there notified me that they confirmed my departure to him as to days prior. I immediately called your private dick on a prepaid untraceable track-phone advising him politely to drop the case and to check his laptop for an e-mail with an attachment titled "sleep tight." 

"What kind of present?" They both asked together and then looked at one another and smiled, inferring a truce of sorts followed by Martha asking "What was the e-mail?"

"A can of Planters Peanuts" I answered. "The e-mail attachment was a digital photo taken with his camera of him and his wife sound asleep in their bedroom; I kept the camera it was a very good one. 

If he were to trace the source of the e-mail, or even the CIA were to trace it the result would be the same; from a server in Nigeria."

"Why a can peanuts?" they both asked again at the same time. 

"The can was a facade, Ladies. It did not contain any peanuts. 

Inside was one of those novelty cloth covered coil springs that resemble a snake; open the can and it pops out; corny but effective...." They were both looking intently at me, waiting...."especially because of the concentrated sneezing powder that was released in seconds from a small high pressure continuous aerosol dispenser in the bottom of the can after the snake popped out.......................... 

Martha and I sat in the backseat of the limo while Maud drove. When we arrived at Arthur's estate I left them and telephoned home and spoke with Minerva, Sarah and the Mandy. 

I told Mandy about Martha's hair and Mandy made a special appointment for her. 

Afterwards I ran a diagnostic on Arthur's security system, installed some new software and then telephoned the security checkpoints for them to reset their systems. 

Martha was waiting for me in my room and was dressed as she was at dinner. She got up from the bed and walked over to me touching my face and saying, "I don't know how you did it but thank you...do you still find me attractive?" 

"You are a beautiful woman, Martha." I replied, putting my hands on her shoulders while looking into her eyes. 

"That being said I live with three beautiful women now; we have an arrangement and I consider them family."

"Yes, I know; they were very kind to me and they were so brave....but you said three, did someone move out?"

"Katherine is attending U. B. Medical School and studying to be a doctor; she lives in a house close to campus. 

Minerva, Sarah and Mandy are there; each with their own rooms and they are my companions and lovers."

"It seems that you have many lovers, Michael, including Ms. McCabe....you said I am still beautiful, Michael. 

Am I going to be one? Are you ever going to make love to me again?" 

"My current Ladies are quite submissive and I am sure that you have noticed that even Maud defers to me." 

I said, matter-of-factly while taking my hands off her shoulders, taking a step back and folding my arms.

"Only obedient women interest me now....take your hair down, Martha." I said in a quiet but commanding tone.

Despite the surprised look on her face, Martha took the hairpins out of her hair and shook her head. 

"That's a start." I told her, "I don't approve of your current hair color or the layers; it makes you look trashy and you have never been that way." I announced taking a lock of her hair between my thumb and fore finger and tugging and saying "Hence the idiot at the oyster bar leering and making jokes; that was Abzug's preference trashy no doubt to humiliate you. " 

Martha just nodded, her eyes getting big.

This trashy bleached blond color does not suit you. I prefer your God given natural hair color; black. 

"This bleached blond debacle will soon will be rectified; with or without your consent." And I tugged harder. 

"You will be a Lady again and you will make me proud."

Martha opened her mouth to speak and I put my hand over it while shaking my head.

"There is an old saying my dear, "Women and children should be seen and not heard.

When we were married you were my equal; I've come to believe that was our demise. 

It has no place in your current position as my legal ward; do you understand?"

She nodded her head for yes and then I walked away from her and lay down on the bed making her turn and she looked surprised, a puzzled look on her pretty face. 

"You will take of my boots off and then you will remove your pearl necklace and earrings.

You will then draw a hot bath for me and call me when the tub is full...that is of course if you wish to be my future lover."

I lay there with my eyes closed until she came to get me and so far she was obedient...good.

Once there I undressed and got into the tub sliding down to submerge my head to wet my hair and then I came back up reached for the shampoo and handed it to her. 

As she tried to take it from me I grabbed her and pulled her into the tub causing her to shriek as I pulled her close. 

When we were married she would never shower with me and Martha is a tiny little thing much like my Mandy; I held her effortlessly as she struggled to get free. 

"Michael what are you doing, my dress! You can't..." I kissed her mouth to silence her and she tasted wonderful.

When I kissed her I could feel her relax and melt into me. "I don't believe that I kissed yet, Martha. Don't worry about your dress I will buy you another."

"May I at least take off my shoes?" She asked 

"You may, mi Niña...start by shampooing my hair and remember, seen and not heard..."



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Although Martha was silent and I believe somewhat frightened, her eyes said "I want out of my wet clothes" and that is not unreasonable. 

"Well, I suppose the most practical course of action is for you to get completely undressed. Strip for me, mi Niña."

Martha quietly stood up in the large tub and carefully undressed, wringing out and dropping wet garments to the bathmat on tile floor until she was naked for my eyes to peruse. 

"Very nice...yes, very nice indeed; you are such a small and petite little thing. I expect you to maintain your trim figure. Perhaps expect isn't a strong enough word so I'll rephrase; you are mandated to maintain your current weight and figure or you will be disciplined. 

You may start shampooing me, Martha. Afterward you will wash me. In this you will be no different from my other ladies. When you finish there is a bottle of ice wine from the Niagara Escarpment in my duffle bag and if I remember correctly from your favorite winery.

We will soak here in the tub and share the bottle before bedtime......."

When she was done with me, I shampooed her hair and washed her body, paying special attention to her breasts to get her nipples hard. I made a mental note about her hairy pussy. I also made Martha stand to check her over carefully. 

The tattoo was gone and the puckered scars where that bastard burned her with cigars or cigarettes were barely noticeable; that private hospital and spa was worth every penny.

It's ironic that we never showered or bathed together while we were engaged or married. This is such a simple yet intimate pleasure and one which I now can't live without. 

Much of the secret cutting edge treatment Martha received having to do with biorhythms and subliminal suggestions removed all of her previous inhibitions, traumas and grief without affecting her basic personality.

Martha still has a temper as does Minerva. I put up with Martha's temper when we were married. No doubt she and Minerva will clash, although physically or intellectually, Martha is no match for my marvelous Minerva; but I digress. 

At my direction Martha drained the tub. We showered to remove any soap residue from our bodies. Martha then rinsed the tub well and wiped it out with a towel before filling it with hot water for us to soak.

I held her close to me and gave her permission to speak. Interestingly enough Martha was quiet for the most part as she sipped her favorite sweet wine. 

"It time for you to leave, mi Niña. Arthur will be back tomorrow afternoon. He and I have much to discuss; much of it about you; the rest is of a private nature and not for you to know.

"Are you sure I can't spend the night with you, Michael? You don't have to make love to me; to be near you again will be so nice." 

"Not tonight," I said gently while standing up and helping her to stand, "What did I say about obedience, Martha? Short of an emergency, you will not disturb me this evening. 

If Maud were not here you would be sharing my bed. After we return home we will discuss the subject with the rest of my ladies when I deem it appropriate. 

"Yes, Michael" and as Martha said it there was a knock on the door "It's Maud and time for you to leave. Yes you may come in" I said calling out. 

"My, how cozy," Maud remarked walking into the bathroom and removing an extra large towel from the bathroom cabinet to wipe me off. 

"I'll take over from here, Ms. Cardoso. You had your opportunity with him and all you can manage is a bath; how quaint although in no way surprising. I have something else in mind for Mr. Buckley; night-night." 

I saw a familiar flash of anger in Martha's eyes......good. I have no intention of breaking her spirit. I was curious to see how she would handle this now. 

"Thank you again for the wine and an intimate evening Michael" said Martha, taking her time to dry herself off with an extra large bath towel before wrapping another around her middle. Arthur is very practical about such things and prefers extra large, generous towels as do I. 

Getting between Maud and I, Martha put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips; so far so good. 

"Good night, Michael."

"Good night mi Niña."

Glaring at Maud, Martha picked up her wet clothing and went storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her; not so good.

"You can be such a bitch, Maud."

"Yes, Master, if you say so" Maud said innocently "I'm not the one who slammed the door though. I'll have you for one more night. Since you are taking Ms. Cardoso home with you that trashy bleached blonde can wait her turn."

"You remind me so much of Minerva, blue eyes" I remarked, turning to face her so she could finish drying the rest of me "and I can assure you Martha's hair debacle will be corrected. Bleached blonde was Abzug's preference, not Martha's." 

"Why don't you let me shave Martha's head and get it over with?"

"Maud" I admonished, giving her bottom a stinging slap of warning "Drop the subject!" 

"Yes Michael, not another word on that topic." 

"Speaking of beautiful hair, you look lovely this evening and your perfume is captivating." 

"Thank you on both counts, Michael" and she dropped the towel and put her arms around my neck to kiss my lips, "I want to suck on your cock, Master" and she kissed my lips again "since its standing at attention for me." 

I was thinking 'Yes, you silver vixen; sweet release; especially after holding Martha close to me to prime my pump.' 

Maud was wearing a filmy short green silk nightgown trimmed in lace with red silk panties trimmed the same. Her beautiful burnished silver gray hair was pinned up loosely on the top of her head with silver tendrils strategically hanging down while her makeup was deliberately sultry. Tonight was my last night for a time to have her body as is my right of the Sanctorum. 

"On your knees, blue eyes" I said pushing gently on Maud's shoulders "This will be cock sucking lesson number two; the basics. I will talk you through it this last time. 

Heel and start with your tongue. Be sure to look into my eyes or Arthur's eyes unless you are told otherwise. 

Yes that's right....good.........Lick the entire shaft. Marvelous...take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip. Very good that feels wonderful. 

Alternate between the two, the shaft and the tip... the shaft and the tip and now in a circle with your tongue...in a circle with your tongue... keep licking. 

Very nice, Maud, you are doing fine... pretend that your tongue is a butterflies wings fluttering from flower to flower. 

Flutter your tongue on the tip...good you are reading my mind, in a circle, on the tip, on the shaft, good your technique is improving since yesterday; memorize and remember 

You have me throbbing and pulsating and I am holding back my orgasm to prolong the sensual pleasure and it feels marvelous. 

Good, blue eyes...back off your teasing and lick the clear pre-cum off of my penis... keep looking at me and hold my cock in your mouth." 

I took Maud's hair down, removing the hairpins one by one and dropping them to the floor. Maud's hair flowed like a silver waterfall down her back to just below her shoulder blades. 

"At this juncture you will soon instinctively know when your Master is about to orgasm from his pulsating and throbbing cock followed by the pre-cum. 

Learn how it tastes and then back off. If I wanted to come right now, I would use your beautiful hair to hold you in place while I ejaculate into your mouth. 

Many Masters might ejaculate on your face. I am not one of them unless that is your preference and only to indulge you; to spice things up so to speak. 

I am going to pull out slightly just before I do come so that you do not gag or choke. You will learn to compensate in time to have the entire cock in your mouth when your Master comes and it won't be necessary for him to withdraw slightly. 

Again, many Masters enjoy making their slaves gag, however I'm not one of them."

Maud nodded her head and smiled. 

"As I have told you before; most men also like to have their balls licked and sucked on.....mmm....very nice...keep licking...lick the inside of my legs where my balls hang; ah yes nice, very nice.....keep it up.

Take my balls in your mouth and suck and be sure to be careful with your teeth...good girl, you're learning well. 

Suck and lick while you look up at me blue eyes... watch your teeth...mm.... yes, yes...very good. I want you to concentrate on my cock.....but first let's get more comfortable." 

I walked over to the bed and sat down with my back against the headboard on three stacked pillows patting the bed with my hand in invitation "Remove your nightgown and panties, blue eyes." 

Maud quickly obeyed and got on her stomach to position her head over my cock and began licking and sucking. 

I gathered Maud's soft thick silver hair from the nape and pulled it forward so that it covered my stomach.

"Take it all in your mouth. I want you to deep throat me and I want it wet and sloppy; do you understand?"

"Mmm," was Maud's muffled reply as she swallowed my cock from the tip to the shaft while I played with blue eye's hair, her head bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. 

Mmm, the sweet release as my orgasm washed over me was almost indescribable as I held Maud's head in place to pump my semen into her mouth to swallow.

"Very well done, my dear" I said pushing her thick silver hair over her shoulders and back to smooth it in place "stay where you are for now."

"Yes, Michael" said Maud, struggling closer to get comfortable "this is nice."

"Yes it is, and you're a beautiful woman. Tomorrow morning after breakfast I want you to find me a Harley Dealership. It's approximately a 20 hour drive home for me on the interstate. 

Mandy likes to ride and is licensed. Sarah and Minerva have been practicing with my 1965 pan-head for their road test."

"Does Katherine ride?"

Katherine hasn't given me any indication one way or the other. On the other hand, most her spare time is spent in studying; do you know Katherine has a perfect grade point average?" 

"I didn't, although I'm not surprised, Michael; I'm well aware of Katherine's analytical mind. Arthur is pleased that you sent her to medical school. I also know you play chess with Katherine. Do you ever win?"

"I'm getting to be a better player because of her trouncing me most of the time."

"Is Katherine going to specialize?"

"No, Katherine wants to be a General Practitioner and partner with Doctor Adams at the clinic."

"Again I'm not surprised. Katherine is a kind and caring soul for all her brilliance. Money and wealth mean little to her. She cared for me for a time when I broke my leg. 

It was then I found out how much she loves poetry. I know very little about Motorcycles. What model are you buying?" 

"I'm thinking of purchasing a Harley CVO limited. It will be nice to have a full dresser for travel or touring. You have my permission to grease a few palms to speed up the process to have it registered so I can ride it home. 

Before I was married, I hung out with a rough crowd, including some of the women. I sold my 1963 pan head the third year we were married, the year Martha became pregnant."

"Why?"

"I didn't want Martha or my children exposed to those types of people. We wanted at least three children although that's irrelevant now. Besides, my business was starting to take off with new responsibilities that kept me busy. These days I ride for the sheer pleasure. Martha can be my biker bitch on the ride home"

"You said it Master, not I." 

"Ah a double entendre; biker bitch as opposed to the garden variety bitch, nonetheless, I'll break Martha of that; with gentle correction preferably; she will behave. You can sit up...better yet lean up against me." 

Maud did and I put my arms around her trim waist pulling her closer to smell her perfumed hair, "Of all the women in my life blue eyes, you smell the nicest." 

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Having experienced both perspectives, Master, you owe it to your women to see that Martha does behave and disrupt your household for discipline and order must be maintained."

"Quite right, and I'm up to the challenge, you pretty blue eyed slave." 

I started caressing Maud's breasts, feeling her nipples hardening at my touch, "Enough talking. I want you to play with yourself while I caress your breasts; you will not orgasm without permission.....I want to hear you moan and feel you squirm with pleasure...or else."

Telling Maud was hardly necessary, because shortly after "hold it....don't come yet, blue eyes" I warned "stay on the bed and get on your hands and knees!" 

I entered Maud roughly from behind pulling her head back by her hair as I ravaged her wet swollen pussy, slapping her ass lightly as I pounded her with my cock. 

Moaning was an understatement for Maud was practically screaming as her first orgasm overtook her; followed by mine....in retrospect Maud should have locked the bedroom door.

"Is everything all right in here?" Martha asked opening the door and walking right up to the bed with me still mounted on Maud. She was wearing a short pink cotton nightgown and her hair was pulled back in a simple low ponytail. 

"Is this an emergency? I heard someone screaming and screeching and thought something was terribly wrong; sorry" Martha said innocently "I didn't know what to think, ah oops"...and for a second or two neither did we. Not that I was embarrassed mind you. I was actually quite amused. 

"Since I'm here, I might as well get the shoes I left in the bathroom. I hope you don't mind."

It was Maud who broke the ice, "How convenient, but you forget something else, Ms. Cardoso; your manners for one. You should have knocked first and waited for permission to enter before coming in. I will include your obedience to Michael for two." 

Maud got up to walk past Martha and opened the door, pointing her arm for Martha to leave. 

I could see a glimmer of the Grand Mistress still in her bearing and posture as blue eyes stood there; tamed but not broken; excellent! 

"If you continue this kind of behavior, you're going to be in for a rude awakening when Michael takes you home. Discipline and order will be maintained. Isn't that right, Master?" 

Maud essentially forced my hand. This was a crucial moment and object lesson for Martha to learn her place. 

Ignoring Maud, Martha went into the bathroom, retrieved her shoes and held them up as evidence before I took them from her. 

"May I please watch, Master" Maud asked.

"No my dear; please step outside and close the door. You will be available when I call for you." 

I got off the bed after Maud closed the door, dropping the shoes to the carpet and when I did Martha asked "What did she mean by referring to you as Master?" 

I put my arms around her waist and kissed Martha's lips long and deep pulling her tight to me.

"You realize you will be sharing a house with three other women, correct?" 

"Yes, Michael."

"And you also realize that someone must be totally in charge. Ours is a unique living arrangement?" 

"Yes, I think I understand."

"No Martha, you don't fully understand. Master is more than a title or a term of endearment. My ladies answer to me and obey me in all things. Do you want to be one of them?"

"Yes Michael" she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back.

"Good. You answer to me as I answer to Arthur. I give him my allegiance and loyalty of my own free will. 

You are more than just my ward, Martha; you will answer to me in ways you can only imagine. I promise you that the rewards shall be great."

I removed Martha's arms from my neck and put them at her side "Michael, I....." "Be silent" I interrupted "from this time forward you disobey me at your own peril."

I put my hands on her shoulders and turned Martha towards the bed. I crossed her small hands behind her back, holding them in one of mine and pushed Martha face down on the bed. 

I lifted her nightgown to expose her bare buttocks, thinking, 'Hmm, interesting, you're not wearing panties mi Niña. You did this when we were first married to tease me; my god, how much I loved you then! 

It's astounding how similar in bone structure, size and body shape you are to Mandy. You could be sisters from different mothers as far as these things go. 

Of course your facial features are different, as are your complexions; Mandy being fairer; a nice peaches and cream; you the light exotic olive of your Portuguese heritage. You share the same thick hair; Mandy's is a glorious honey blonde and yours is soon to be your natural striking raven black....I take no pleasure in this mi Niña.'

I spanked her with my bare hand and by the fourth smack, Martha began struggling wildly and cursing me in Portuguese.....not that I expected anything less. 

"Keep it up, Martha," I said calmly while easily holding her in place as my good right hand met her bottom for the fifth time, "I can keep this up for as long as it takes, SMACK, "you will not curse at me, SMACK, SMACK, "you will submit to my will," SMACK, "and do as you're told SMACK. 

I continued the spanking until Martha stopped cursing and was sobbing; no longer struggling......resigned to her punishment. 

I never spanked her before, let alone hit Martha while we were married. In fact, I seldom raised my voice to her then. 

The shock value of that spanking coupled with the demonstration of physical dominance over her made a greater impression than the pain of her spanking. 

I was holding back and no doubt the spanking was humiliating regardless that it stung. Sometimes humiliation is a good teacher. This was one of those times as she sees Maud as a rival. Martha will see my ladies as rivals at first and this is only natural. 

Interestingly enough I smelled Martha's arousal from the spanking although I didn't mention it. I wonder if she was embarrassed it? 

I stood up with my arms folded across my chest watching Martha until her crying stopped. When she calmed down some, "Maud, you may enter."

"I don't want that woman here!" Martha shrieked "I don't want her seeing me like this!" she then buried her face in a pillow. 

"That is not for you to decide. You will stand and face me or shall I continue with my good right hand on your bare bottom. Be thankful I don't use my belt. 

Martha got off the bed and stood there eyes red from crying but her eyes were defiant as she pulled her nightgown down. 

Thinking ahead and anticipating what I would want, Maud walked into the room with a bowl full of ice cubes in water with a washcloth in it.

"Thank you" I said removing the washcloth and wringing it out. I started wiping Martha's face with the cold soothing washcloth, telling her, "I took no pleasure in that mi Niña. Cross your wrists behind your back and look at me.....very good. Maud, kneel and look at me."

Maud got on her knees with her back straight holding the bowl up for me to dip the washcloth into the ice water while I washed Martha's red face, removing the snot on it as she looked in surprise at Maud kneeling. 

"You ladies will learn to get along without even a hint of acrimony. I will not tolerate any catty or mean behavior including that of omission, such as Martha being overdressed for dinner; despite the fact she looked lovely as did you, Maud, dressed casually and more appropriate for that dining establishment. 

Martha, you will respect Maud's privacy when she is with me or when I'm with any of my ladies. If you must be a voyeur, that will be on my terms not yours. There are no locked doors inside my home, despite the doors having locks; learn to respect closed doors." 

Maud placed her hand at the base of her throat asking permission to speak which I denied by shaking my head, the gestures not unnoticed by Martha. 




Amish No More Ch. 04



"Tomorrow is another day and will be a fresh start. Maud, you will not mention Martha's punishment to anyone. This matter is closed and shall remain between the three of us. 

I don't expect hugs and kisses between you two; however I do expect civility, common courtesy and cooperation.

Maud, you may stand and return to bed after you change the sheets and pillow cases. 

Martha, I want you to return to your room. I'll meet you for breakfast in the morning around ten; please have it ready for us. Good night mi Niña. Please close the door quietly behind you."

Martha turned, her little hands clenched in fists and without wishing me a good night, closed the door quietly with great deliberation. Maud kneeled after finishing with the bed and placed her hand at the base of her throat. 

"No blue eyes. I'm tired and need to think. Let me sleep to clear my mind. We'll make love again in the morning if you like and I'll put aside time before breakfast to talk."

Maud lay down beside me, touching my face and smiling. She kissed my lips lightly before turning on her side facing away but staying close, so taking the hint I put my arm around Maud to pull her closer. That is how we awoke in the morning with my arm around her for a new day and a fresh start.........

I was dressed and packed before I went for breakfast in the kitchen. Martha prepared the same delicious omelet as the morning before and I made a fuss to let Martha know it was delicious. 

It was a pleasant breakfast with no tension between the two women. They were polite and cordial. Martha's spanking went a long way towards that. 

Before breakfast, I made love to Maud as promised. We talked while showering together. We talked about closure and forgiveness and second chances and that conversation had its desired effect as well. 

After breakfast Martha and I went for a walk on the grounds of Arthur's estate while Maud made a private appointment for me with the owner/ sales manager at the local Harley Dealership, plus some other arrangements for the next two days. 

I was pleased that they had the motorcycle I wanted in my preferred color from the catalog; typhoon maroon. At my direction, Maud offered them two grand over full sticker with the stipulation that it be ready today; done deal. 

Martha and I talked. I didn't tell her about the Sanctorum for Martha wasn't ready for that yet. She was in good spirits and looking forward to returning home with me. 

"I learned something about you last night, Michael."

"I'm curious, mi Nina; what have you learned?" 

"You've always been a polite man. I'll have to give you that and that hasn't changed.... although you have." 

"How have I changed?"

"With the new Michael, please doesn't necessarily mean I have a choice....."

While we were sitting in the grass under an elm tree talking about her duties and new living arrangements; Martha would have her own bedroom and could decorate it any way she liked, she was delighted to find a four leaf clover.

She plucked it from the ground and kissed it before she tucked it in between her breasts for safe keeping. She then took my face in her small hands and kissed my lips.

"Do you remember our first date when you were exclusively my Mickey, Michael? We were at an outdoor Irish music festival sitting on a blanket in the grass when you found a four leaf clover. You kissed it and then you kissed me? 

"I do remember mi Niña. The odds are about 10,000 to one in finding a four leaf clover and we did it twice."

"This is so wonderful Michael. You told me then that Irish tradition says each leaf in the clover symbolizes good omens of faith, hope, love and luck for the finder."

"What happened to our two of hearts, Michael; two hearts beating as one... in faith...in hope.... and in love?"

"I still have it, Martha. It's in the inside pocket of my beat up leather jacket."

"After all this time you still have!" she exclaimed, "after all that has happened between us? I thought for years you hated me and you still have it."

"You must understand something Martha. Although I was bitter for a time followed by anger and resentment; in my heart of hearts, I never hated you. How can I hate you Martha when we were so much in love once? 

Hate does terrible things to people. It eats at our souls until nothing is left but a hollow empty space that invites darkness. 

I am lucky that I found Minerva, with my other two ladies to follow. I've discarded conventional thinking in regard to love and women. 

It's possible to be in love with more than one woman, mi Niña. They are my family now and the rewards aside from the obvious sexual pleasures are priceless. I'll never be monogamous again."

"I realize that Michael. Arthur visited me often when I was in the hospital and we discussed that. I have grown to think of him as the strong father I never had. We had many long talks together; hours and hours. He flew all the way to Sweden just to talk to me.

Sometimes I think Arthur can read minds. He is such a complex man and a commanding presence. He is kind and sweet. He can be so stern at times. I'm a little afraid of him, as I am with you. 

Arthur assured me that you have forgiven me. He told me I must learn to forgive myself about the death of our son because it was nobody's fault. 

He said undeserved irrational guilt is a poison to the soul as arsenic is to one's body. We discussed there are many ways to grieve besides ashes and sack cloths'. 

Arthur literally held my hand for moral support when I called my mother and my aunts; overseas calls. I told them that I forgave them. 

They all hung up on me afterward and that's fine because at least I tried; I've moved on Michael, just as you've moved on.

Arthur and I talked about our families and I confessed everything to him as if he were a priest giving me absolution. The more I talked with Arthur the better I felt about myself and the more I got to thinking......and well, here we are...... "

On a side note, shortly after I found my four leaf clover, I selected the two of hearts from a deck of playing cards and wrote our pet names for each other on it; mi Niña and Mickey. I then placed the clover on it and had it laminated. Martha is the only person whom I ever allowed to call me Mickey.

After Arthur returned from Salt Lake City we locked ourselves in his study for a good three hours discussing matters of the Sanctorum, followed by discussions of Martha and Maud with snifters of brandy over a chessboard. 

"You never told me about the four leaf clover on the playing card" Arthur commented, taking a sip of brandy as he moved his pawn. 

"It never came up in conversation" I replied positioning my knight to counter the pawn while explaining about the card. 

"Good, move Michel. Your chess game has definitely improved. I am chalking up Martha's treatment as a success. How was your time with Maud? Did she please you?" he asked, moving his bishop.

"Chalk Maud's up to a success as well. I'm pleased with what you done with her hair, Arthur. I enjoyed all her orgasms and mine. It's obvious to me why you want her. Maud confided that she wasn't used carnally by other Masters or Mistresses out of fear." 

"Do you fear me, Michael?"

"Well, Arthur, a man can only die once. I've done nothing to merit death. You will never break your vow to the Sanctorum nor will I. Neither of us are untouchable Arthur; the Sanctorum sees to that."

"That's a good answer my friend, and I do consider you a good friend, Michael, which is why I confide in you. As for Maud's orgasms, yes, it is very good that she enjoys her submissive sexuality. Have you taken Martha to bed yet?"

"No, I haven't; although she's more than willing." 

"Maud told me about the incident in the sea food restaurant where you rendered that loud mouth fool unconscious. Was the device incorporated into a ring?"

"Yes, this ring is the prototype" I advised him taking it out of my pocket and handing it to him "twist the bezel right then left to arm it....yes, like that....you'll notice the two electrodes sticking up. Twist again to disarm. Because of the size of the battery it's only good for three debilitating discharges before a battery change."

"Will you be offering them up for sale?"

"No; this will be one of my toys."

"Will you share your toys, Michael? I would like such a ring."

"Yes and you may keep the prototype until yours is ready. I'll include two spare batteries. I can cast a signet ring with your initials on it in gold with the seal of the Santorum if you like." 

"Gold with the Santorum's seal will be fine; are there any regrets or concerns about bringing Martha home with you? I believe she will eventually be a fine addition to your family...tell me about her temper."

"Martha still has one, although it's more subdued now that she has limits with consequences" I moved my rook to counter his queen and took a sip of his excellent brandy. 

"Thank you for taking the time to visit her for it did Martha a world of good; she believes that you can read minds."

"Perhaps I can Michael, checkmate. Perhaps I can. Would that surprise you?"

"Out and out read minds, yes it would. Good game by the way. Reading people or sensing their feelings, not at all....perhaps you're empathic, Arthur?"

"Perhaps I am Michael. Maud will remind us when it's time to drive you to the Harley dealer; we have another ten minutes according to the Grandfather Clock. 

Remember what we discussed. The upcoming tribunal next week will put you in a good position depending on the outcome. 

Judge fairly Michael....no I beg your pardon, of course you will.....please send my love to your ladies. Maud and I will be visiting as planned after Thanksgiving. I do believe that Maud is knocking to remind us......... "

Martha was waiting for me with all her luggage by Arthur's white 1960 Rolls-Royce Phantom-V Limousine. 

I wanted the trip home to be a surprise. I planned on taking the meandering scenic way home and spending two nights in a motel. 

Most of our luggage aside from one change of clothes for me and two for Martha would be shipped home via Fed-ex. 

Martha had her hair up in a ballerina bun and her makeup was tasteful and minimal. She was wearing a nice dark green cotton summer dress that came down almost to her ankles. 

Minerva would describe it as an asymmetrical design with a scoop neckline, puff sleeve; embellished with ruffles and a sash. It was she who taught me about such things; I defer to Minerva's taste in women's clothing as do all my ladies. 

There was no way Martha will be riding behind me in that dress or with open toe sandals on her little feet.

"Well, how do I look?" Martha asked while turning from side to side making the bottom of her dress swirl around her.

I planned on purchasing the proper riding attire at the Harley Dealership for her to ride in safety and comfort. 

"You look lovely, Martha. Didn't Maud suggest that you wear blue jeans and a blouse or a tee shirt?"

"Well, yes, why?"

"The reason I asked is you did the opposite." 

"What difference does that make on an airplane? I want to look my best for you."

"And you have succeeded and more. Where is your four leaf clover?"

"I have it folded in a sheet of parchment paper and wrapped in a silk scarf. It's right here in my purse." 

"I take it everybody is ready to depart?" said Arthur, walking out with Maud on his arm, "I haven't been on a motorcycle in years" he opened the trunk for me to put our luggage in "and you won't catch me on one in the years to come. Give me a big comfortable car or truck any day." 

Maud was wearing the same style dress as Martha except it was red, a nice contrast to her silver hair styled in the same ballerina bun. Their makeup was lightly applied with the addition of blood red lipstick for both.

"Ladies" said Arthur, opening the door for Maud and helping her in before opening the door for Martha on the opposite side and helping her in, "we gentlemen will ride in the front......."

When we arrived at the Harley Dealer I helped the ladies out and escorted them in while Arthur parked the limo. It was my pleasure to walk in with a beautiful woman on each arm. 

"You must be Mr. Buckley" the sales manager/owner greeted me shaking my hand "I'm Bob Emerson; which one of you is ladies is Ms. McCabe?"

"I'm Ms. McCabe, and this is Ms. Cardoso" Maud said shaking his hand followed by Martha "Is Mr. Buckley's purchase ready?"

"Yes everything is in order thank you."

"I don't understand, Michael. Why are you buying a motorcycle when we have a plane to catch....wait a minute....are we going home on one?"

"Yes, Michael wanted it to be a surprise, my dear" said Arthur walking in "I'm afraid we will have to say our goodbyes now. I received a telephone call while parking and must return home immediately on a very pressing matter."

"What about our luggage, Michael?" Martha asked after they left.

"Before we leave you may pack two changes of clothing. What you purchase today and one other. Everything must fit in the saddle bags.

Bob asked the clerk who was standing by, "Janet, will you help Ms. Cardoso select her riding gear while Mr. Buckley and I close the deal? These discerning people want only the best.........." 

I was in Bob's office signing the final papers, when he gave me an envelope and said "Ms. McCabe requested I give this to you." She said it may come in handy. If you'll please follow me I'll show you your bike......" 

I was riding around the dealership parking lot to get a feel for my new scoot when Martha returned well outfitted for the road. She was wearing a traditional black jacket, black jeans and black ankle boots. 

"Goodness Martha; you certainly do look different from before. Not that I'm complaining mind you. You're going to have to take your hair down to get your helmet on. Are you nervous about riding behind me?"

"Maybe just a little....OK, a lot. Can we drive slowly at first?" she asked anxiously taking her hair down and then fixing it in a low ponytail. 

"That's the plan. All you have to remember is lean with me during a turn and leave the rest to me......."

I already have a jacket with the two of hearts tucked safely in the inside pocket. My comfortable engineer boots should see me through the trip although they will regrettably have be retired and replaced when I return home. 

I didn't skimp on our helmets and purchased the well established and trusted "Bell" brand. I went high tech with their best super lightweight Kevlar/carbon fiber/fiberglass composite in black. 

It is sculpted into a wind tunnel-proven, lift-free design...can you tell I'm impressed? Plus the gel padding is far superior to anything I used thus far. 

This helmet also has an adjustable airflow management system to keep the rider's head cool and dry. The best feature in my book is the patented special coating on the face shield to virtually eliminate fogging. 

In the old days I rode with a basic flat black half-helmet with sunglass or goggles because it was cool. What wasn't cool and hurt like hell was getting hit in the face by bugs at sixty five miles an hour. 

In those days I joked about it. Question; "What's the last thing that goes through a bugs mind after it hits your face at 65 miles an hour? 

And the answer is most obvious...." the bugs ass." 

Now all joking aside, Martha hung onto my waist for dear life for the first hour until she gradually relaxed and learned to lean with me. I kept the speed under forty until we stopped along the side of the road to stretch and then sit down on a strip of grass. 

"Well, what do you think so far, mi Niña? You seem more relaxed now."

"Yes, I'm fine, Michael. Actually now that I've tried it I feel very safe with you. Can we find a bathroom somewhere? I have to pee."

"There's a roll of toilet paper in the saddle bags. We can take turns behind that stand of trees "I advised her standing up and pointing "remember, obedience, Martha."

"But, Michael!" Martha exclaimed assuming I would make her go outside. 

"I'm teasing you for goodness sakes. There is a gas station with restrooms just up the way. We'll stop there for you and I'll top off the gas tank." I started walking in the direction of the trees. 

"Then where are you going?"

"It's a guy thing my dear; a simple pleasure from my wild days before I met you; when I rode with babes who didn't balk at the idea of peeing outside; I'm going to water the trees...."

We rode for another couple of hours and decided to stop in the next town for a bite to eat. There was a Volunteer Firemen's Field Day going on where they were serving barbeque chicken dinners. Martha asked if we could stop there to eat. I hadn't attended one of these events in years. 

I'd almost forgotten how good those chicken dinners tasted; ½ a chicken, salt potatoes, corn on the cob, sour dough biscuits with butter and honey; the homemade pies lovingly made by the women's auxiliary for desert; make mine blueberry with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. 

After dinner we walked the midway arm-in-arm still dressed in our leathers for about half an hour playing various games and losing. I bought us tickets to ride the Ferris wheel tipping the operator a twenty spot to make it an extra long ride. 

I had my arm around Martha's waist and she was very affectionate for I received many hugs and kisses from her.

We went into the beer tent and I had a couple of brews while Martha drank diet cola. We left the Field Days and found a 24 hour convenience store. I bought a bottle "no tears baby shampoo, a bottle of baby lotion, a package of four blade razors and a can of shaving gel.

It was approximately an hour before dark when we left the store. We drove for a few more hours, stopping for the night at around ten in the evening at a motel where Maud made reservations. 

Martha's hands were practically all over me when I stopped at the desk to check us in and get the passkeys to our room.

"Is there something you want to tell me, mi Niña?" I asked after we were in our room with the door locked.

"I'm horny" Martha said getting close and rubbing up against me.

"You don't say. Tell me why you're horny. Are you turning into a biker babe because that's not unheard of? The vibrations of the powerful engine are like a vibrator between a woman's legs; Sarah will attest to that." 

"I'm horny and you're right; riding that close to you with the wind rushing past us with that powerful engine rumbling underneath arouses me....I had several little orgasms after you brought it to the speed limit; I like going fast now."

"Do you have anything else to confess mi Niña?" 

I crushed her to me roughly, kissing her lips long and deep; my hard cock pressed up against her through my blue jeans straining against them.

Martha returned my kisses "I'm so horny, Mickey...I mean Michael...I mean, please. I want you to make love to me."

"You were aroused by your spanking, mi Niña. I smelled your arousal then as I smell the musky sweetness of your arousal now. 

You are embarrassed by it; don't be; you will learn to embrace your new found submissive sexuality and orgasms until they are as second nature to you as breathing. 

Besides the medical treatment and healing; you were sent to that spa for another reason. 

You are well on your way in your new life's journey Martha....the rewards of obedience and submission will set you free. You don't have permission to speak, although you may moan as loudly as you like..... Stand by the door and strip for me."

Martha's nipples were already hard when I pushed her up against the door, cupping her breasts in my hands, squeezing and caressing. I stroked her hard nipples with my thumbs, making her moan with pleasure, before I again kissed her lips, whispering "Play with your pussy, mi Niña, surrender to your feelings."




Amish No More Ch. 04



Martha's head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and I watched tip of her little tongue tease her lips and teeth, waiting for my cock to arrive.

I kissed the base of her throat, while caressing her breasts... teasing... and then I kissed her face and behind her ears, her perfume mingling with the rich musky woman's scent of her arousal. 

"Put your hands behind your back, little cunt," and when she did I stroked her dripping vagina, caressing her wet swollen pussy and sending shivers through her body as I licked and sucked on her proud hard nipples, while continuing to stroke her musky fragrant flower.

"Do you want to come, Martha, do you want me to fuck you."

"Please, Michael, I....." I slapped her buttocks hard "Do as you're told, I said no talking. Learn to talk with your eyes and body." 

I took Martha's soon to be cut long hair out of the ponytail before quickly removing my boots, jeans and boxers. 

Her eyes were clenched tight, and her little tongue was darting in and out between her teeth and lips as he fingers caressed her womanhood. 

Martha's was moaning, softly and wanting to scream, so shamelessly and selflessly was she intent on pleasing herself..."Put your arms around my neck." 

I picked her up and pushed her into the door. I fucked her roughly holding her by her ass cheeks until she came in waves; her orgasm washing over me and I could feel her pussy contract. Martha's orgasm crested with a crescendo of screams and loud moans of pleasure; music to my ears. 

Martha was squirming in shear orgasmic desperation, oblivious to everything except her throbbing clitoris which aroused me all the more. 

I carried her to the bed and unceremoniously dumped her on it, flipping her over onto her stomach with her legs hanging down over the edge, entering her roughly from behind; fucking her hard and slapping her buttocks just hard enough to sting as I fucked her. 

Make no mistake about it, I didn't make love to her, I deliberately dominated her, fucking Martha for my pleasure; making love would come later, and then we might talk.

Soon, another wave of orgasms wracked her body Martha buried her face in a pillow moaning loudly. Just before my orgasm burned through me like a gasoline stoked fire, I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back as I pounded her swollen and ravaged cunt, grunting as I pumped my seed into her.

When I let go of her hair and pulled my cock out, Martha was breathing heavily clutching the sheets. 

I stood over her and watched as her breathing slowed down to normal. She pretty much went limp with a smile on her pretty face relaxing in the afterglow of her orgasms. 

I helped Martha on her feet and walked her to the door by her hair. "Face the door" I said letting go of her hair...."good, put your hands behind your back and cross your wrists.....good, back straight...get closer, excellent." 

I stepped close, my hand holding her crossed wrists and whispered, "Listen carefully, mi Niña. You will put on your panties and leather jacket. You won't zip it up though. 

There is a large mailing envelope in the bottom of the left saddle bag. You will bring it to me, please."

After Martha dressed as mandated she opened the door and walked into the hallway, looking to see if anyone was there. 

"Martha, walk slowly and shake your little ass for me, please; these are the keys to the saddle bags" I tossed them at her feet before shutting the door behind her. 

Maud reserved a room on the ground floor close to an exit so that I could keep an eye on my Harley through the window. It was a pleasure to watch her shake her little ass. Martha looked over at me twice smiling nervously ......ah the joys of being a Master. 

I was in bed when she returned, closing the door and locking it, "Very nice display Martha, very sexy" I praised meaning every word of it "I always knew you had it in you. I'm very pleased. 

Keep this up and I might allow you to address me as Mickey again someday when we are alone together. Come here mi Niña," I said sitting up and patting the bed "I can use some of your sweet kisses."

Martha undressed and jumped into bed with me pushing me on my back and kissing my face and lips over and over. She sat up smiling; touching the base of her throat asking permission to speak; this was very intuitive of her.

"Yes, mi Niña what do you want to say?" 

"My mother would be scandalized at what I just did and I don't care. Yes she's my mother but her opinions mean nothing to me now.....Michael?"

"Yes mi Niña." 

There are scissors in the envelope; I felt them through it. 

Are you going to cut my hair short? I know you don't like it blonde."

"Your natural beautiful raven black hair has always delighted me, mi Niña; God's gift to you; the dark shine of polished ebony to match your beautiful eyes of ebony. Your hair was waist length when we were married. 

You always wore it parted in the middle and it was blunt cut without layers. I used to braid it for you at bedtime...do you remember?"

"Yes, but are you going to cut it really short?"

"Do you want it cut really short?"

"No."

"Bring me your hairbrush. I'll brush it for you and we'll see." 

I have no intention of cutting it short. It would serve no useful purpose. While I was brushing, I estimated if I cut twenty inches from her ponytail it will just touch her shoulders and most of the layers will be gone. 

Mandy would finish with a precise blunt bob of thick ebony black virgin hair. I planned on keeping Martha's hair in that style for at least a year; she must earn the privilege of growing it longer. 

I finished brushing and pulled it back in a low ponytail at her nape, tying it with an elastic band. Those scissors were sharp and I cut off the bleached blonde ponytail effortlessly, dropping it into Martha's lap. 

"Much better me mi Niña. Take the elastic band out and shake your head." 

I watched Martha's hair bounce about her neck and face to just touch her shoulders. There was slightly less than an inch of blonde on the bottom and the bob. 

"Mandy will finish what I started when we get home. Please turn off the lights. We need to get some sleep....."

I couldn't fall asleep; my mind was racing with thoughts of all that happened since I showed up in desperation at his doorstep. There was never a doubt that Mickey would protect me and save me from Frank. Arthur assured me that Frank was gone for good and I took this to mean that Frank was dead. 

I cuddled close to Mickey watching him sleep; thinking and remembering how much I loved him once.

My mother planned for me to marry a man 10 years my senior. My arranged husband-to-be was a man of wealth. William Arrington, deceased, was a research doctor and a friend of the family. My mother arranged several dates with him. 

I cooperated because as long as I was a good daughter, I received a generous allowance, fancy clothes and my own car, a convertible. 

William was invited to all the family holidays and family functions. He proposed to me when I was twenty-two on bended knee in front of my whole family on Christmas Eve. 

Not that William was a bad man; actually he was a very good man; a brilliant man, if not a bit shy around women; the only problem.......I didn't love him. 

My relationship with my mother went downhill after that day. She took away my car and my allowance. 

I rebelled and got a job as a waitress in a dinner. Money was tight so I moved out to live with a friend until I could afford a tiny studio apartment. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I liked the feeling of independence. 

That is when I met Mickey. It was a steady wind driven rain that dreary wet and grey fall afternoon. It was my one day off for work that week. I was putting in extra hours to save money to buy a couch and end table. 

I had my umbrella in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. I wasn't paying attention as I should. I was minutes from my apartment and wanted to get warm and dry. 

My head down as I crossed against the green light. 

Mickey was going straight when I stepped in front of him. He swerved to avoid hitting me with his old rust bucket of a truck, jumping the curb and hitting a parking meter. 

I was frightened and I was angry. In my fright I dropped my bag and my groceries spilled to the wet pavement to be run over and ruined by passing cars. 

Angry, I crossed the street when it was safe and got right in his face. 

I cursed at him in Portuguese, my second language. Mickey stood there with his arms crossed studying me and smiling....making fun of me...how dare him!

After I vented and calmed down, Mickey asked "Are you hurt, Miss?"

"No, I'm fine; are you hurt?" 

"No, I'm fine too, although my truck is another matter."

"Tough! You should watch where you're going you jerk!" I replied angrily; annoyed that he was calm and collect and smiling at me. 

"The Saints be praised! You do speak English. You should have cursed me out in English so I could get the full effect although I get the gist. 

I'm glad you're not hurt. Don't you think you're over reacting? Stop acting like a little girl. Neither of us was hurt and that's the important thing; especially a pretty dainty little thing like you."

By then the police arrived and Mickey was issued a ticket for failure to have control of his vehicle and damaging city property. 

I was watching him inside a drug store waiting to give him another piece of my mind in English when the police were done with him. Who was he to call me a dainty little girl; I was twenty-four and an independent woman thank you. 

The police officer left and Mickey was still out in the rain getting soaked. Now that I was calm I noticed how handsome he is, despite his wet hair plastered to his head and in desperate need of a shave. 

Mickey's truck was jacked up and he was changing a flat tire, the rim was bent from hitting the curb, "Listen jerk" I started to say when he interrupted, letting the car down and removing the jack. 

"You are really something little girl" Mickey said before I had a chance to speak again, as he was tightening the nuts down snug "I repeat, really something."

Mickey stood and tossed the damaged tire in the truck bed along with the jack and tire iron. 

It was then I noticed, "Your hand is bleeding."

I took my handkerchief from my purse and wrapped it around his hand "You should get it looked at."

"I've been cut worse. It's just a scratch. What do I owe you for your groceries, little girl?"

"Please stop calling me a little girl. I'm trying to apologize. The accident is my fault. Look it's starting to bleed through already; you might need stitches."

"Nah, a little duct tape and I'll be fine."

"Will you at least go into the drugstore with me so I can get you the proper bandages? I'll pay for your tickets; I insist" and I was thinking, 'Oh well, there goes the money for my new couch.' 

"Only if you have coffee with this jerk after you're done being my nurse, little girl...." 

In the end Mickey did need stitches and a tetanus shot. I drove with him to the hospital, applying pressure to the gauze on his hand; Mickey drove since I can't drive a stick.

After Mickey was treated in the emergency room we went for coffee and pie in the hospital cafeteria. He squeezed my hand and told me I had beautiful eyes. 

This wasn't a pick up line with him; Mickey absolutely meant it. We then went to my apartment and sat across from each other at my tiny kitchen table and talked for hours over more coffee, and I made him bacon, eggs and toast, pretty much cleaning out my cupboards and refrigerator. 

Before he left, Mickey told me that he had some loose ends to tie up with a business he was starting. He said he would call me. 

I didn't hear from him in over a month and wrote him off. At that time I was on my own for over two years much to my mother's great annoyance. I knew my mother was sending people around to check up on me hoping I would fail and have to come crawling back to her. 

Mickey showed up at my apartment minutes after I arrived home from work. He had on a suit and was wearing spit shined shoes. 

This was quite a change from the rough looking young man in need of a shave dressed in a leather jacket, blue jeans worn at the knees and frayed everywhere with scuffed black engineer boots on his feet. 

I planned on going out for a burger and a movie with Eric, a mechanic at the local Ford Dealership. Eric has his supper nights in my section so that I can serve him exclusively. 

I had just gotten off work minutes before Mickey arrived. Eric was sitting at my kitchen table drinking a can of beer while I glanced at my mail....all bills. 

Eric was a bad boy type and exciting, or so I thought from the way he talked. His arms and upper body were covered with tattoos. He drove a fast car, had a motorcycle and hung out with a rough crowd. 

I heard through the grapevine that my mother was beside herself that I was dating what she called "a low life thug". 

Mickey bowed at the waist with a flourish and requested that I go out to dinner with him post haste....right in front of Eric; as if Eric wasn't there. 

Eric said he was my date and Mickey ignored him. Eric then tapped Mickey on the shoulder and demanded that Mickey go outside with him to settle things. Mickey ignored him and Eric gave Mickey a shove into the kitchen table. 

Mickey smiled at Eric, an odd response, or so I thought at the time for as I said, Eric hung out with a rough crowd. He had a reputation for being a brawler. 

He called Mickey a pussy ass faggot pretty boy, to which Mickey replied "You have more ink on your body than an imbecile in a pen factory."

I was looking out the window when they went into the alley behind my apartment. I heard Eric brag to Mickey he was going to kick Mickey's ass up between his shoulders blades and use him for a bicycle stand. 

I heard Mickey shout out "Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!"

Mickey returned minutes later with scuffed shoes and bruised knuckles....other than his hands there wasn't a scratch on him "Where is Eric?" I asked.

"Don't worry about Eric, Martha, he'll be fine. We have an understanding and there are no hard feelings." 

Mickey was driving a new red Ford pickup truck when we went out to dinner at a three star French Restaurant. 

I was still dressed in my waitress uniform when Mickey rushed me out the door to be on time for the dinner reservation he made for us. 

Mickey arranged for a violinist to play at our table and while he was playing a florist delivered me three dozen red roses; talk about an impressive first date! 

After dinner we went to the newly restored Community theatre, the Hippodrome, to see the Grand opening of "Kiss me Kate". It was a fabulous play and one would think that the staring actor and actress really were in love with one another. 

Eric didn't show up at the restaurant for three days and he was limping with one eye still swollen half shut. 

He was very quiet and subdued when he said to me, "Martha, I didn't know you're Shakespeare's woman; no hard feelings, OK. I can still come here for my dinner...right?"

Mickey and I were exclusive lovers soon after that and my mother absolutely hated him. The fact that Mickey knew she hated him and he didn't care angered her all the more; and especially since Mickey was always very polite to my mother and father. 

She told everyone Mickey was a dreamer and a crackpot inventor; a fool of no substance reaching above his station in life. 

I thought my mother was going to have a cow when Mickey drove his motorcycle up the steps of the Basilica and then inside on our wedding day. 

My mother slowly poisoned my whole family against my husband after our son died and that poison eventually leached into me. A part of my soul died when I lost my baby and because of the complications, I will never be able to have children again. 

That is not the worst of it because I let my mother.....it was easier than facing the truth. I accept the truth now. I accept my responsibility for a portion of the breakup of our marriage.

It is God's will that I am lying next to Mickey with a second chance to be with him. I will never have Mickey all to myself; I must share him........ 

I awoke the next morning well rested and greatly refreshed looking forward to the ride ahead of us. Martha was pressed up against me sound asleep and the hotel clock said it was 6:34 AM. 

I decided to let her sleep for another half hour as I got out of bed to go into the bathroom to shower. 

I was just lathering up my face with the complimentary but ridiculously small bar of hotel soap when I felt Martha's small hands with a larger bar of soap washing my back.

"That feels good mi Niña. I didn't mean to wake you. Are you undressed?" I teased.

"What do you think?" Martha replied rubbing her breasts up against my back "Does this feel like I'm dressed? It might be awhile before I may shower with you again once we get home." 

"It feels like your nipples are hard. One might think that you enjoy communal showering."

"No, just with you; you know, Michael, we should have done this when we were married."

Martha reached around to soap up my chest saying, "It will be easier if you'd turn around." 

I turned around and put my hands on her waist to kiss her lips "I agree and good morning." 

"Good morning" she agreed smiling as her small hands dropped to my crotch to gently wash my balls and cock getting me hard immediately "As soon as you're washed I'm going to suck on your cock."

"Ask for permission, first."

"I have to ask permission to lick and suck on your cock?" She asked washing them thoughtfully. 

"Yes, consider it a polite formality."

"How shall I address you Michael?" Martha asked continuing to lather my cock and balls with the almond oatmeal soap" Maud calls you Master?"

"Sir will do nicely; it has a nice ring to it."

"May I call you, Master?"

"Sir will do for now, mi Niña." 

"May I please suck on your cock, Sir?" 

"You certainly may while I shampoo your hair........."

This time in the tub with Mickey was different from the first, when he pulled me into the tub clothes and all.

The first time I bathed and showered with Mickey was more clinical; impersonal as he washed and examined me; checking for scars and my overall condition. 

If I were a mare, he would have opened my mouth to check my teeth, despite the fact that they are now perfect. 

My shower with Mickey in the small motel bath/shower was erotic and intimate; my idea when I got into the shower with him. 

Mickey has the same hard muscular body I remember; no doubt he continues to splits logs the hard way with a wedge and a maul for he still has calluses on his strong hands. 

He was very gentle with me....but then, Mickey was always very gentle with me. He sheltered me from the world while we were married. 

He never let near the rough crowd from his past, or took me for rides on his motorcycle....a pan something or other before he sold it.

I'm seeing a part of the old devil may care Mickey from his youth, when we first met; except now it is wrapped in a more mature and worldly exterior despite him riding again.....riding, his first and almost forgotten love and pastime. 

He gave up riding for me and now I was rediscovering it again with him. He told this was his first long trip since long before we were married. 

Mickey lathered me up, kissing my lips often; his strong callused hands felt so good on my body as he caressed it with my favorite soap; a nice soothing oatmeal almond soap. 

He rinsed me well and then it was time to get on my knees to suck on his cock to please him....more than anything I want to please him.




Amish No More Ch. 04



As Michael shampooed my hair, I started licking the tip of his hard cock lightly fluttering my tongue around the circumference while looking up into his eyes. 

Mickey was smiling as he massaged my scalp, being careful to keep the shampoo out of my eyes and mouth. 

I continued licking the tip fluttering my tongue; alternating between licking the circumference of his hard cock until it was time to rinse out the shampoo and put on my conditioner. 

He massaged in generous amounts in my hair, starting with the tips to the scalp as is the proper way before smoothing it back away from my face.

Mickey looked down at me nodding his head demandingly....it was time to get serious and I started licking and sucking, feeling his hard cock pulsate as his violent orgasm pumped his delicious creamy seed into my mouth for me to swallow.

"Thank you, mi Niña that was very nice. Let's rinse the conditioner out and then I'll take care of your pussy."

I pretty much guessed what he meant. I noticed from the beginning that Mickey's manhood was smooth and hairless and my guess was my womanhood would be the same shortly. 

Mickey had me stand on a towel and he clipped my hairy bush short with the barber shears. Next he had me sit on the vanity and lathered me up with the shaving gel, lathering and shaving me twice before rubbing my denuded pussy with the soothing baby lotion.

Mickey finished and commented "Very nice, mi Niña. Now your plump little pussy is well exposed to my mouth and tongue."

He took his hand rubbing himself and said "I can use a touch up" and he helped me down, "I can also do with a shave, and you can practice first on my face."

I wrapped my hair in a towel and proceeded with first attempt at a shave, wetting and lathering; carefully shaving his face, pausing to kiss his lips....I never dreamed a simple shower with a man could be so erotic and fun! 

I rubbed a little baby lotion onto his face in place of shaving balm and kissed him some more. 

Mickey then stood in the bathtub while I very, very carefully shaved around his manhood. I rinsed him with the showerhead, patted him dry and finished by kneeling and rubbing his cock and balls gently with the baby lotion.....finishing with a kiss............

Martha and I had the Continental breakfast compliments of the hotel. It wasn't bad for what it was, scrambled eggs, pork sausage; they had a waffle iron for guests to make their own Belgium waffles and we shared one. I must say the coffee was excellent.....then it was back on the road.

We meandered along the secondary routes stopping along the way for gas or to read the historical markers.

We had a late lunch in one of my old hangouts; Johnnie's Bar and Grill. It is funny how things work out; John Stone sold out to his waitress, Gladys and she was now running the place. 

Except for a new roof and a fresh coat of paint, the place was the same. There were a few motorcycles parked in front.

A few of the men drinking at the bar had eyes for Martha when we walked through the door in our leathers. We sat at a table and ordered the blue plate special, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans.

I stared them down until they turned around to mind their own business. I'm familiar with their ways. It was that or a fight with me. 

Before we left I tipped our waitress well and left a fifty to buy the bikers several rounds of drinks as a peace offering and salute to the rough brotherhood. 

We were then on the road until around 7:00 PM when I remember about an old abandoned railroad bridge.

It is well sight from the road and overgrown with bushes for privacy. I slept under this bridge in the old days. 

I stayed perfectly dry no matter how hard it rained. All I required was the green surplus wool army blanket I carried in my leather saddlebags.

I backtracked 5 miles, turning off on the active rail bed and then hanging a right by the abandoned water tower to the old bridge. 

As soon I took my helmet off Martha was all over me kissing my mouth hungrily, her little tongue seeking mine.

I could smell the musky sweetness of her arousal before I reached down to touch her damp crotch through her snug blue jeans.

I took Martha's head in my hands, burying my hands in her soft hair returning her kisses, while enjoying her sweet mouth and welcoming her little tongue with mine. 

"Please, Michael" She begged "I am so horny. I want you to make love to me right here on the bike."

I took off my blue jeans and got on while telling her to remove hers. 

Martha's panties were wet from her sweet juices and before she could get them off I took her panties in both hands, and ripped them from her making her gasp in surprise. 

I reached up underneath her blouse and unhooked her bra so that I could get at her firm, round breasts. 

Martha's nipples were already hard and I cupped her breasts, squeezing. 

I continued stroking her hard nipples with my thumbs making her moan with pleasure. Martha always had such wonderfully sensitive nipples. 

I shifted my hands and stroked her dripping vagina, feeling her wet swollen pussy, sending a shiver through her body. 

I then pulled up Martha's blouse to lick and suck on her proud hard nipples, while continuing to stroke her musky fragrant flower.

Martha's head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and I watched the tip of her little tongue tease her lips and teeth, waiting for my cock to arrive. 

I kissed the base of her throat, while caressing her breasts... teasing... and then I kissed her face and behind her ears, her perfume, Chanel no. 5 mingling with the rich musky woman's scent of her arousal. 

I got back up on the seat while Martha straddled the gas tank in a sitting position facing me with her feet on the pegs.

I picked her up and placed her on my rock hard cock with my hands under her ass cheeks.

Martha's arms were around my neck while she was impaling her sweet cunt, up and down, up and down on my cock, pushing her feet against the rear pegs for leverage as I steadied the bike with my leg on the kick stand side. 

I was using one of the front ones for the same, matching her rhythm, and supporting her bottom to keep her in place.

Martha's head was thrown back in ecstasy exposing her long vulnerable neck for me to kiss as her hair bouncing and swaying with our movements on the smooth surface of her leather jacket. 

Her eyes were clenched tight and her little tongue was darting in and out between her teeth and lips.

She was moaning, softly, wanting to scream so shamelessly and selflessly intent on pleasing herself. 

"Oh Michael" she moaned, softly "My god it feels so good.....mmm....suck on my nipples, Michael....yes......this feels so good."

Martha came in waves with her orgasm washing over me as it crested. I didn't bother to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her screams of pleasure. 

She was bucking and squirming in shear orgasmic desperation. 

I grabbed hold of her hair, still holding her bottom with one hand as she rode me to keep her from falling off the bike. 

This intensified her wild orgasmic pleasure even more; so oblivious to everything was she except her throbbing clitoris. 

The pulling of her hair was arousing her even more if that was possible making her intense orgasmic screams louder. 

After she came Martha collapsed in my arms, red in the face and embarrassed at screaming like that as I held her and stroked her hair, curling my finger around a lock of it. 

"You are such a horny little thing, mi Niña. I did tell that the rewards for your obedience to me will be great. When we return home I hope you learn to treasure the companionship, the sisterhood of my ladies, mi Niña for those rewards will be great as well............" 



Amish No More Ch. 05



We made very good time after leaving the old abandoned railroad bridge. My arms were wrapped tightly around Mickey as we rode with my helmet pressed up against his back. 

My mind was racing like the lines in the road whizzing by as I thought about what Mickey and I discussed, still wondering if he can ever love me again as he did when we were first married. I was wondering if I'll fit in. 

I remember very little of my brief stay at Mickey's home before I went to the Clinic except that everyone was very kind to me. 

Katherine is away at Medical School while Mandy has a business to attend to during the day which will leave me home with Sarah and Minerva. 

I will be number five in Mickey's hierarchy of gentle ladies. That's how he refers to them as "his gentle ladies" or sometimes his girls, yet interestingly they sometimes address him as Master, including Maud. 

Maud is a woman not to be trifled with. She rules Arthur's estate and hired staff with a velvet covered iron fist when he is away, although she defers and obeys Arthur and Mickey in everything it seems. 

I'm a bit afraid of Maud and if Mickey wasn't there I wouldn't have dared to challenge her as I did; much to my displeasure of the bare ass spanking I received from Mickey. 

We were approximately an hour from home when we stopped to stretch our legs and use the bathroom. While we were enjoying a hot beverage; I had green tea and Mickey ordered black coffee. 

Mickey telephoned Mandy to arrange for my hair appointment while sipping his coffee and then telephoned Salvatore's to ensure an extra waitress was available for us. 

"Why do we need an extra waitress" I asked sipping my green tea. 

"I have a booth permanently reserved. When I call ahead, Vito or Sal see to it we have our own waitress. " 

"Isn't that a bit extravagant?" 

"Perhaps it is, but it's also convenient. Everybody benefits from this arrangement including the help. The waitresses take turns you know. 

Bonnie Bell most likely will be our waitress this evening. You'll like her. Bonnie is a lovely woman and of course I will tip her extravagantly because it pleases me to do so. Someone once said "The glow of one warm thought is worth to me more than money." 

"My mother thought you were a dreamer and a crackpot inventor; a fool of no substance reaching above his station in life and now..." 

"Your mother's opinion never amounted to a plate of lima beans Martha. Please finish your tea so we may leave. I'm looking forward to seeing my other gentle ladies... 

I was and am very impressed with Mandy's Salon "The Cutting Edge; wow, talk about expensive and upscale! Mandy employs 8 stylists; like she they are renown in their profession. I should mention there are also four others working there as a support team for cleaning, reservations, shampoos, etc. 

There is a kiosk inside that serves every kind of coffee or tea imaginable; hot or cold, as well as designer bottled water, fruit juices and smoothes. 

The decor and furnishings of "The Cutting Edge" boast expensive and exclusive while being austere and functional. Basic haircuts start at one hundred dollars and they cater strictly to women or girls. 

Appointments are mandatory...except for a chosen few who guard this privilage jealously and there is no lack of loyal patrons. Mickey told me Mandy is a genius with a pair scissors. 

When Mandy met us in the foyer of the salon, Mickey's face lit up noticeably when he saw her and she him. He put his arms around her waist kissed her lips passionately as lovers do. 

His affection wasn't a show for my benefit; it is the real thing and of course they are lovers as are all his gentle ladies. 

Mandy melted into him. They whispered to each other quietly as he hugged her; a silent and gentle understanding passed between them that I would learn comes naturally between Mickey and them...the same quiet understanding we once had. 

Looking at Mandy, I understand why Mickey and Arthur say we are identical sisters from different mothers for we are petite and small women with almost identical figures. 

I didn't notice our similarities after the violent incident when Mickey and his women rescued me from Frank Abzug...the day I showed up on Mickey's doorstep. 

I was too terrified and distraught. Afterward Katherine gave me medication to calm and help with the debilitating nausea and vomiting; the uncontrollable crying. 

I vaguely remember Mandy and Sarah bathing me because I soiled myself. They helped me change into soft flannel pajamas before putting me to bed. 

First Sarah and then Mandy held my hand. Mandy's face was the last one I remember seeing until I finally fell asleep, before I was whisked off to the clinic the following day. 

Coincidence in our appearance that Mickey took her as a lover because she looks like me; perhaps, however what if it's not?

The shape of our faces is a perfect oval; our lips, nose, ears, chin and forehead; everything is very similar although Mandy is a natural honey blonde with blue eyes and has a fair peaches and cream complexion. 

It makes me wonder; does Mickey sometimes fantasize he's making love to me when he's with Mandy or is it wishful thinking on my part? 

Mandy walked over to me and hugged me saying "Goodness Martha. Let me look at you...you look so much better. Isn't it wonderful; we will be sisters? Your bedroom is next to mine and my door is always open in case you need me. I've volunteered to be your mentor to help you learn our ways." 

"Thank you, Mandy" Was all I could think to say hugging her back; overwhelmed by her kindness and genuine warm greeting as I felt my eyes tearing. 

"Please, don't cry on my account, honey" Mandy said squeezing my hand and handing me a tissue "You'll do just fine. Besides, that's what family and sisters do; share and help each other. 

Now dry those happy tears because you're going to get a proper haircut followed by a welcome to the sisterhood dinner at Salvatore's. We might even allow Michael to join us"... And she laughed at Mickey's pretend scowl "I'm just kidding, Michael..."  

I received much more than a haircut which was shorter than I would have preferred given how long Mandy's is. I have no say in such matters now that I am under Mickey's roof.

Mandy attended to me personally; first she shampooed my hair. This was followed by a leave in conditioner that was left in while she gave me a facial. 

Following the rinse and my face glowing from the facial, Mandy combed me out parting my hair several ways while taking notes for my folder; each of her clients has their own folder. 

Mandy took into account the texture and thickness of my hair which she described as incredibly straight and thick, exactly like hers. 

Mandy sectioned my hair several times, twisting and clipping it up, while taking notes and making sketches, until she was satisfied and intimate with my wet hairline, and until it was precisely sectioned and clipped up to her satisfaction. 

Although I have no say about my haircuts, or how short it will be cut, I'm allowed to ask questions. Mandy answered them all explaining exactly what she was doing and why; step-by-step as she brought each section down and cutting, using the previous cut section as the new guide for a blunt straight perfect line. 

"I've incrementally shortened the bottom of each underlying section so that it will curl under naturally, Martha. When Michael allows you to grow your hair long for him, I'll trim it the same way. This is how my hair is cut. I'll let you see mine down. I'll then blow dry your hair to tweak and fine tune the finished bob cut. 

Mandy styled her hair for work that day in a simple low chignon; when she took it out of it, Mandy's thick honey blonde hair fell in a blunt and straight, precise cut to the top of her bra strap. 

Sighing, I reached out to touch it and it felt wonderful. Mandy's long hair is beautiful; thick and soft, the way mine used to be when it was long and hopefully will be again. 

"While yours is the shortest... Sarah's almost waist length hair is the longest of the five of us. Katherine's was longer than mine; however Michael is practical in such matters and will allow her to keep it shoulder length until she graduates Medical School and moves back in with us. 

Minerva's hair is almost as long as mine and hers grows incredibly fast. It's well on its way to being waist length again. Michael had me cut her beautiful waist length red hair into very short boyish pixie when he acquired her. Just as he allowed me to grow out my identical short pixie and stop bleaching it platinum blonde. After Minerva's Tribunal he acquired me and Katherine from her. 

"What do you mean by acquired from her? What's a Tribunal and why did Michael make you cut Minerva's hair short?" I was thankful he didn't plan that for me. 

"You've said quite enough, Peaches" Michael sternly interrupted "Martha will be told what I deem to be appropriate when the time is right." 

"Yes, Michael," Mandy conceded and she started blow drying my hair.

"You may have noticed none of us has bangs including you. Michael promised I may grow my hair to the bottom of my ass cheeks and Michael always keeps his promises; good or bad."

I glanced at Mickey to see if he would comment and when he didn't, "Yes, Michael has always been that way."

"Why does he call you, Peaches?"

"It's a pet name and term of endearment; does he have a pet name for you?"

"Yes, it's mi Niña. Roughly translated from Spanish or Portuguese it means my baby."

"Michael's pet name for Sarah is Princess or Lady from the Hebrew." 

"What about Minerva?" I asked.

"Minerva...Minerva is simply Minerva" Mandy hesitated and I sensed she was holding back, "Michael has no pet name for Katherine. We are very proud of her; Katherine is going to be a doctor."

"Yes I know; do you love Michael?" 

"What an odd question...of course I love him" Mandy replied surprised as she turned the bottom of under of my hair with a cylinder brush applying warm air from the hairdryer. 

"Do you love him, Martha? You were married to him once, so you must have loved him at one time?"

We glanced over to where Mickey was sitting... he was gone. 

"I fell in love with him again at Arthur's Estate. After much soul searching I realize I never completely stopped loving him." 

I told Mandy how we first met, hoping she would share and tell me how she and Mickey met, however she didn't, concentrating on cutting and shaping the finishing touches on my now dry hair. 

"Since Michael is not here, and just between the two of us, will you tell what you mean by acquired?" 

"Michael said no and no means no. Never mistake Michael's politeness or good manners or kindness as weakness. Obedience and discipline will be maintained; it is our way, as is loyalty and honesty" and I could hear the annoyance in her voice for asking. Mandy turned the chair towards the mirror to show me my new look. 

My hair was cut in a blunt slightly below ear length bob that curled under slightly as Mandy described and it hugged my head like a luxurious and shiny black helmet. 

"Now that the horrid bleached blonde is gone, all that remains is healthy virgin hair" Mandy commented, messing it about while I watched it fall naturally back in place. I shook my head and watched it move with me to fall again neatly in place. 

Mandy tucked it behind my ears to show me a different look and said "Your natural part is slightly off right. The good news is you can wear this style parted to the right, slightly off right or in the middle."

She took something from a tube and rubbed a pea sized portion on her hands and then in my hair.

"This will give your hair a bit more polish and shine. You will receive a hot oil treatment once or twice a month as needed; all of us do. I believe Michael will be pleased with your new haircut." 

It was then we noticed that Mickey had returned. He was wearing a navy blue pin-striped suit and well shined black loafers instead of his worn out and scuffed engineer boots. 

Mickey's shirt was white, nothing new there because he always wears a white dress shirt; however it was the tie tack on his solid red silk tie that caught my immediate attention. 

"My good old engineer boots are shot and in the trash; it's time for a new pair" he sighed "I'm pleased and you do look cute, little girl, that hairstyle does compliment you. Your hair will remain like that until I say otherwise" he was running his fingers through my hair "I told you Mandy is a genius." 

"Thank you, Michael" we said at the same time, looking at each other laughing. We again said together, "And you look handsome, Master."

"You're welcome and thank you my gentle ladies" he replied laughing in turn and then kissing our cheeks affectionately. 

This brings us back to the story behind tie tack; a time when I first loved him so and Mickey had eyes only for me. It was first year we were going together and money was tight for me then. I looked everywhere to get him something special for his birthday. 

I was browsing in a small curio/second hand shop for fun trying on jewelry that I couldn't afford, specifically one of a kind and unique estate jewelry when I spotted it. It was ½ inch in diameter handmade Native American sterling silver with a turquoise stone tie tack; the pin type with the bar and chain. 

I was bubbling over with excitement when I told Mr. Jinks the elderly proprietor about Mickey and what a perfect gift it would be...bubbling over until he told me the price. 

I didn't have near enough money having paid my rent the day before. Crestfallen, I thanked Mr. Jinks for his time and turned to leave when he asked if I had a photo of Mickey. 

I didn't have a photo of Mickey alone; just one of the two of us sitting on the seat of a Ferris wheel. We were at a Fireman's Carnival and the ride operator snapped the picture for us. 

The ride operator used the disposable camera Mickey bought from the Fireman who were selling them to raise money for Women & Children's Hospital. 

After studying the photograph, Mr. Jinks suggested he would consider taking the inexpensive gold-plated Timex watch I was wearing in trade towards the tie tack. Mr. Jinks explained he had a rather eccentric private customer who collected these older Timex watches and would pay him well for it. 

I left the wonderful little shop with Mickey's birthday gift thanking that fibbing but sweet man profusely and actually hugging him I was so happy; I also left with enough money to buy Mickey a birthday cake. 

Mickey is still wearing this modest tie tack when he can easily afford solid 18kt gold with diamonds or solid platinum with rubies or emeralds. 

"Minerva and Sarah will be here in approximately an hour" he said "Please get dressed for dinner..."

I really shouldn't have been surprised that Mickey ensured Mandy had clothing for me when we went into her office with the large private bathroom to get ready. There was a nice dress, stockings, undergarments, shoes, a small red clutch purse, plus a soft cream-white cashmere sweater if it were to become chilly later this evening or we merely chose to wear it. 

My dress was an off white cream colored strapless maxi-style made of luxurious linen and cotton with a full flouncy skirt and a fitted bodice. The skirt was a full floor silhouette that came down to my ankles. My shoes were red, and I was to discover, all our shoes and clutch purses were the same, except in color to coordinate with our dresses and jewelry. 

Mandy's dress was a pale violet. She told me that Minerva's dress would be a pale sea green and Sarah's a pale yellow; all of us may wear a soft cream-white cashmere sweater. 

"Michael has an eye for details" Mandy explained "and Minerva's eye is better still. Did Michael tell you we have our own seamstress and dressmaker even though Sarah and I know how to sew? Do you know how to sew, Martha?"

"Not a stitch unless you include replacing missing buttons" I admitted "Although I am a good cook."

"Sarah is the mistress of the kitchen in a manner of speaking while Minerva and Katherine are the intellectuals among us. Now if you are wondering; Michael often mandates we dress the same to remind us we're his women and share a common bond. Tonight we'll be wearing our hair down and loose" Mandy informed me as she brushed hers to a golden honey blonde shine. 

"Our jewelry for the evening is in this green velvet pouch. Yours is red garnet and sterling silver. 

Your jewelry will always be a type of precious or semi-precious gem stone set in sterling silver until you earn your 18kt. gold hoops; when you truly become one of us. 

But wait until you see the size of the Jewelry Chest in our dressing room let alone our dressing room! The room is complete with floor to ceiling mirrors and a walk-in-closet. The closet contains identical items of clothing in each of our sizes, including for you. The room has vanity tables and chairs, one for each of us to hold our makeup.

The antique jewelry chest is the size of a large chest of drawers and is filled exclusively with sterling silver jewelry; earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. It contains pins, broaches, plus hair accessories and jeweled combs and barrettes. 

It contains just about every semi-precious gem stone available: turquoise, ambers, and garnets. It holds amethysts, and onyx: lapis lazuli, tanzanite, sapphires and citrines; tourmaline and spinals, corals, jade, carnelian, jasper and aquamarine, to name a few, and five of everything."

"What do you mean by gold hoops, Mandy?"

"You'll be told many things in the privacy of our home" she assured me putting on a sterling silver choker with a large deep purple amethyst stone to match her dress, followed by a bracelet, earrings and a ring "and it's Minnie" 

"Minnie? Is that Minerva's pet name?"

"Michael will often call her Minnie, although I warn you, you call Minerva that at your own peril." 

'And if she's anything like Maud' I was thinking 'I can believe it!'

"Thank you, I'll take that under advisement" I replied smiling and making light of it "Does Michael often wear the turquoise and silver tie tack?" 

"Yes, always; it's the only tie tack he owns. Michael is not one for jewelry for himself. He has one expensive Chronometer, a birthday gift from us, his gentle ladies. He wears in when he gets dressed up. He has his gold signet ring of the Sanctorum; that's it. Most of the time Michael uses his cell phone to tell the time if he has to be anywhere." 

"Why must we call him, Master? Do we mean that literally?" 

"Yes and enough questions for now, Martha. It is time to listen and our Master is waiting. I chose your makeup to match your skin tone. I'll apply your makeup this special occasion for that's what I do; hair and makeup; please sit down; I'm almost finished with mine. 

"Sarah is Michael's first. Its Sarah's right to hug and kiss him first on any occasion. After that it's me, Katherine and Minerva, depending on the situation. Minerva has known Michael the longest and..."

"But I've known Mickey the longest, Mandy!" I exclaimed interrupting. 

"Honey, that only counts for your old life; that doesn't matter with your new life with us. 

You will not address our Master as Mickey or Mike in front of us; what he allows in private is between you two. You will call him Michael or Master depending on the situation; and believe me; you will show him the proper respect. 

I love Michael and I insist...no! I demand that from you; we all feel this way; especially Minerva. She usually is in charge when Michael is away and we must defer to her; that it's complicated is all I may say for now. You have a temper I'm told, but so does Minerva and my money is on her. 

Michael is a Master of the Sanctorum; no doubt he will soon be a Grand Master. It's a rare privilage in our world to be allowed to call our Master by his first name. I was raised a Southern Baptist and it seems to me in many ways our relationship and living arrangement with Michael is somewhat Biblical in nature. 




Amish No More Ch. 05



Michael treats us more like obedient wives as if he were a Patriarch in the Old Testament; minus the traditional marriage vows of course; although our vows to him and the Sanctorum are far more binding. Now I'm getting into philosophy which is more Minerva's purview her being agnostic. 

There is a saying between the Master's gentle ladies, Martha; Michael's ways and methods are his own and we love him for them. There I finished with my makeup and now for you."

"Martha's makeup can wait, Peaches; the limo is delayed so this is a perfect opportunity for her to learn about sharing. Can you guess what I'm 

thinking?" Mickey asked, closing the bathroom door and locking it. This was the second time he appeared unexpectedly. 

"You want your cock sucked on" Mandy replied smiling as she walked over to him and knelt to pull his zipper down; Mandy did this without hesitating and right in front of me as if such things were everyday occurrences. "It will be so much fun to have a cock sucking partner again with Katherine away at medical school." 

"Please join me, Martha" Mandy said patting the floor next to her "Katherine and I did this all the time and now I will share him with you.

"My goodness; how big and hard you are, Michael" Mandy said teasing him as she rubbed Mickey's cock through his boxers before pulling it out and licking the tip. 

"Martha we're waiting" Mickey said firmly and pointing to the floor beside her. Getting over my initial surprise of being compelled to do such a thing, particularly since we were dressed so nicely for him, I knelt down next to Mandy facing her; she on the right of his cock and me on his left. 

"Excellent" he praised putting his hands on our heads "You will start by licking the shaft and tip in tandem so you will taste each other's tongues as well as my cock, although it goes without saying you will have to take turns sucking. 

I want to see your eyes looking up at me as slave etiquette dictates mi Niña; surrender to your sexuality to do what comes naturally and wait to swallow should you be the one." 

What a marvelous experience, no, make that an erotic sensation I was being weaned into as we licked his hard cock with our tongues; the shaft, the tip, the shaft, the tip; our tongues meeting and caressing. 

In between licks, Mandy was kissing me and licking my lips so I returned her kisses with the same passion while Mickey played with our hair. Mickey was looking down at us completely at ease in his dominant element. 

Knowing his moods and preferences better than me, Martha began sucking while I licked his balls and we went back and forth sucking his cock and licking or sucking on his balls until he pumped his rich creamy seed into Martha's mouth as his orgasm overtook to him. Martha then leaned over to kiss me pushing her tongue between my lips for me to taste and enjoy his rich, creamy seed. 

"That was fabulous, girls" Mickey praised and meaning every word "you make quite the sexy pair. You complement each other in more than looks, my petite beauties" and he kissed his hand and touched our faces tenderly sighing with satisfaction.

Mickey then helped us to our feet and kissed our cheeks, first Martha and then me before we finished the final touches of our makeup and brushed our hair while Mickey again called the limo driver on his cell phone to see if they were on the way... 

We met the girls outside in the parking lot. They were standing by a black limousine with deep tinted windows when Mickey took Sarah into his arms to hug and kiss her, as he did with Mandy when she greeted him. I really didn't notice until that time how young Sarah is; she's merely in her mid-twenties. 

Next was Minerva, the most beautiful of us. I forgot how strikingly beautiful the woman, so tall and graceful; a natural red head with flashing green eyes and a perfect clear complexion. Mickey told me he first met Minerva at her dance studio and entered competitions with her for ballroom dancing; and then there is me, mediocre at best with two left feet. 

Sarah hugged me warmly, while Minerva shook my hand and smiled, her green eyes challenging me, and I smiled, meeting the challenge...

I must say, I'm not at all surprised at the heads that turned as we, Mickey's beautiful companions walked into Salvatore's. One of the subjects I discussed with Mickey is I must always comport myself as a lady in public, both in dress and manners. Another is I'll be receiving dance lessons from Minerva. 

This evening was no exception and I took their lead for their manners are impeccable, although I'm no slouch in that department when I want to be. 

There was an impressive flower arrangement of red roses and white peace lilies in the center of the table. Red roses are one of my favorites, while Mandy's are carnations; Minerva favors white peace lilies and Sarah delights in the orange day lilies Mickey planted throughout the property just for her. I'm told that Katherine delights in tulips, crocuses and daffodils. 

Mickey sat between Sarah and me; he was the perfect gentlemen. Mandy sat on my other side and Minerva sat next to Sarah. Minerva was very polite and charming; they all were. They asked me many questions about my family, my education, hobbies and interests and put me at ease. My marriage to Mickey was touched on briefly, however only the good things. 

I found out a few things about them. Mandy is originally from Georgia and Sarah was raised Amish, having left that Community for good. Sarah didn't go into details why and I didn't ask. Minerva is a Harvard Graduate as is Maude. 

I had a fabulous time at dinner. Each of us ordered two appetizers and one entree. We shared from the various dishes. We had two bottles of very good Chianti to go with our meal. We had cannolis and cappuccinos for dessert with Sal, Vito and our waitress, Bonnie, who indeed received a very generous gratuity. Mickey made her feel welcome and at ease when she sat with us we and talked like old friends. 

After my little welcome to my new home dinner broke up, Mickey sent us out to the limo so he could have a private word with Vito in Vito's Office. I assumed it was about me as I joined the girls outside.

"What do you suppose they are talking about?" I asked sitting next to Mandy. 

"They are talking about you. Vito tipped Michael off about your abuse by that monster" Minerva answered sliding over and sitting next to me "and as long as Michael is not here, I'm going to tell you something. 

I don't care if I'm punished if you repeat it to him; it will be worth spending time on the pole if you do. That will be a grave error on your part; we don't tattle on each other. We have our little secrets or private opinions among us girls because Michael allows it. If Michael doesn't specifically ask we don't tell him. 

You haven't earned your place with us yet. Actually, Martha, I know your complete history with Michael...everything; Sarah, Mandy and Katherine do not know. 

I don't like you! I didn't lambaste that monster Frank Abzug with a cast iron frying pan strictly for your sake. 

I did it to keep Michael from being seriously hurt or killed; you were secondary to the event. Other than that, I'll be polite and considerate if you act the same. In time, and if Michael keeps you; you'll have my loyalty whether I like you or not. Until then I'll treat you fairly and do my best to help you because I promised Michael; I lost everything to gain everything and I love him with all my heart and soul. 

There's only one ultimate bitch in this family, Martha, and it's not you.

Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, you've made yourself perfectly clear, Minnie Mouse" I said in Portuguese throwing in a few more insults for good measure... Minerva smiled. 

"Excellent, mi Niña, I get the gist" Minerva replied "Game on! You've made an appointment with me to have your mouth washed out with soap" she then insulted me in Gaelic...fair enough as turnabout is fair play. 

"I'd like to see you try" I replied, defiantly "Michael won't stand for it." 

"Really, Minerva, and you Martha; Minerva, may I talk with you outside" Sarah said frowning while getting out of the limo, followed by Minerva and Mandy. 

I watched them through the open limo door, "Don't you think you're being a little harsh? Will you please give Martha a free pass this one time? She doesn't understand our ways yet."

"How do you feel about it, Mandy?" Minerva asked her "Should I after I'm sure you warned her?"

"Yes, but please do, Minerva?" 

"Well my dears, since I love you both, I will" and Minerva hugged them with genuine love and affection. You can't fake that and I was wondering what Minerva meant when she said "losing everything to gain everything". 

"What's all this hugging about?" Mickey asked walking up to them "what's the occasion and may I join you?"

"Nothing in particular, Michael" said Sarah putting her arms around his neck to kiss his lips his lips long and deep, and adjusting his tie, not that it needed it, before stepping back for Mandy. 

"We all were practicing hugging each other until you got here" said Mandy stepping forward to take her turn at kissing his lips long and deep before stepping back for Minerva. 

"What about you, Minerva? Don't you want to kiss me?" Mickey asked and I got out of the limo for my turn.

"I don't believe I shall" Minerva said tossing her head, her hair flowing about her neck and shoulders like a silky red waterfall, making me annoyed how short mine was. 

"If you don't, I do Minnie" I offered, stepping forward assuming Minerva wouldn't do anything in front of Mickey. I watched his eyebrows go up as I called her that; Minerva's eyes were flashing with anger. 

"Wait"...Mickey said, holding his arm straight out with his palm forward "Martha, Minerva, continue practicing, please! 

Minerva, I want you and Martha to hug when I tell you too. You'll not stop hugging until I tell you. Kissing each other is optional.

Sarah, Mandy, please get into the limo and be sure to close the door. This shouldn't take long" and after they did "Commence hugging you two." 

Mickey walked slowly around us smiling knowingly. He stopped said "Please look at me...very good... I have my suspicions; do either of you want to tell what's really is going on?" 

I felt Minerva hugging me harder, daring me to snitch. This was between Minerva and me "It's nothing Michael; isn't that right, Minerva?" I asked, giving her long red hair a good yank.

"Yes, just a minor disagreement, Michael" and then Minerva really hugged me hard enough to hurt as I yanked her hair even harder and there was no way Mickey didn't notice that.

"It's nothing that won't work itself out, Michael" Minerva said shifting one hand to pull my newly bobbed hair...hard...ouch that really hurt. 

"If that's the case, I'll let you two sort things out for now?" Mickey replied looking up at the night sky "It's a beautiful evening; the sky is clear and the stars are bright and the wine has made me mellow. When we get home we shall dance outside on the patio under the stars until bedtime, one perfect way to end the day.

I believe you've had enough hair pulling and hugging for now...you may separate. Minerva stand by my right...very good, Martha on my left."

He put one arm around each of our waists saying "I'm owed a kiss from both of you; Minnie will be first, and you mi Niña, will be next." 

Mickey kissed us both. He then buried his hands in our hair tugging warningly, not to hurt us and told us firmly "Let me make something perfectly clear; the words Minnie and mi Niña will be spoken by my lips only with tenderness and affection. 

They are precious words to me and I hold them dear. In this I am a jealous Master and you'll not use them in vain unless you want to spend a night on the pole...perhaps the belt followed by a night on the pole, and it will be the both of you together...need I say more?" He gave our hair another tug of warning. 

"No Master" we replied together. 

"Very good, girls" he said escorting us to the limo by our hair. Michael then let go of our hair before helping us in. He sat between us on the trip home... 

Did we all dance under the stars? The answer is yes. We seemed to flow in and out of his arms as we took turns slow dancing with him; I'm a terrible dancer and self-conscious about it. Mickey showed no signs of fatigue. He was truly in his element when surrounded by his women. 

There were laughs and smiles and hugs and kisses for Mickey from all of us...many kisses...until Mandy, Minerva, and Sarah left. I assumed to go to their rooms leaving me alone with him on the patio. It was Sarah's night to share his bed. 

"You will strip for me mi Niña" he commanded quietly sitting in a chair to get comfortable "Take everything off including your jewelry and put it on the table. It is time you are introduced to the pole even for a brief time to truly understand the consequences of bad behavior and not sharing. 

I did as I was told...curious to what would happen next and what he meant by the pole. Mickey demands absolute obedience and he pointed at the floor in front of him. 

"Kneel here and put your head on my lap, Martha" and when I knelt at his feet Mickey ran his fingers through my hair "I seldom resort to spankings when the pole is much more effective to ensure harmony and compliance. The duration there is contingent on the offence. You do not have permission to speak. You will remain silent until told otherwise. 

We stayed there for awhile, Mickey talking to me softly of his plans for me as he stroked my hair; I'm not sure how long we were there until finally, "You may stand and will follow me please. They have had sufficient time to prepare." 

I followed Mickey into the basement to find Minerva, Mandy and Sarah naked and collared, kneeling side by side on an oriental carpet covered with pillows. Their backs were straight and their hands were crossed in front of them.

I noticed they were wearing gold hoop earrings and these must be the 18kt gold earrings Mandy referred to earlier. I also noticed their pussies were shaved and their clitoral hoods were pierced with permanent gold captive bead rings inserted. There was a small round disk with some type of seal on it hanging from the bead ring. 

I wondered if I would eventually receive the same captive bead ring. When I asked Mandy the next day about the captive bead ring, she told me when hung with beads it enhanced their sexual stimulation when they walked, while the disk hanging from it is the seal of the Sanctorum. It is to a slave what a signet ring was to a Master or Grand Master. 

Their collars and mine, or should I call them chokers are simple and strong of Mickey's custom design; basically they are highly polished 7mm. titanium braided cable with a hidden lock incorporated in the clasp to look like a piece jewelry...slave jewelry. 

Some Masters or Mistresses use common leather dog collars with a small padlocked attached for their slaves or variations of readily available collars...not our Master. 

"Minerva, the handcuffs please" and Minerva went to a small table set with leashes of various lengths, handcuffs, caribiners and returned with the handcuffs handing them to Mickey. She then immediately knelt beside Sarah and Mandy as before.

"Please put your hands behind you back, Martha" and when I did, Mickey snapped the handcuffs in place followed by my collar. 

The polished steel pole he referred to was in the middle of the basement with a thick circular black rubber mat around the pole's circumference to stand or sit upon. 

There was a floor drain to one side and a small cot adjacent to it with blankets folded on top with a five gallon plastic utility bucket underneath. 

Mickey made me stand with my back to the pole while attaching a short, twelve-inch red nylon leash to my collar and the loop of the leash to the fixed rings at the top of the pole with a locking carabiner. 

There are five movable steel rings that will slide up and down the pole. He slid one of these rings to my handcuffs and attached another locking carabiner to the handcuffs' chain. 

I couldn't sit unless Mickey removed my short leash from the fixed ring and I was beginning to understand as I imagined what it would be like having to stand like this for hours at a time, possibly a day or days. 

He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted my head slightly to meet my eyes before kissing my lips "Imagine spending the night here in the dark, little girl?" He said to me "The basement is completely sound proof and I can monitor everything from my computers upstairs, including turning the lights on and off or adjusting the temperature." 

I couldn't reply because I wasn't allowed to speak and there is no doubt Michael would leave me here for god knows how long if I did. I dared not utter a sound being so thoroughly under his control with them watching; I was frightened and aroused to the point I felt my heart beating in my bosom and my pulse quicken. 

Mickey pushed my hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ears. He took my face in his hands and kissed my mouth long and deep, our tongues entwining and caressing. 

He pushed his hands underneath my hair at the back of my nape let his fingers follow the shape of my head and face while kissing my mouth again, sighing with contentment. He did this in front of them, as they watched, kneeling for his pleasure in total obedience to him. They were smiling; except for Minerva whose expression was neutral and observant. 

Mickey kissed my forehead and my cheeks; my ears and neck; behind my ears... everywhere. I was tingling all over thinking about all I had to look forward to as he was kissing me. He allows no jealously or envy between his girls and shows his affection and sexuality for them openly and without reservation. 

Mickey worked his way down my neck and shoulders with his kisses but lingered at the base of my throat, taking in the scent of my perfume that I put there for him much earlier. 

I was absolutely dripping between my legs with my sweet juices of arousal and it I didn't faze me at all they were watching; it only seemed to enhance and I wondered what I was turning into; a slut perhaps. They were as naked as I, as vulnerable should Mickey choose to take them at his pleasure; however, he was kissing and touching me, not them. 

His hands and fingers were everywhere touching probing lingering on my shoulders, on the small of my back; my ass, rubbing and teasing and squeezing making me want to come...forcing me to the pinnacle of an orgasm and I was helpless to stop him. 

Mickey gradually worked his way down until he was on his knees by my tummy and caressing my firm ass. He stood up and turned to face them as I was pulling against my restrains now totally aroused...wanting to touch him...wanting to kiss him but mostly wanting the sweet release of orgasm. 

"Assume the position" he ordered and they went forward in one fluid motion with their hands crossed flat on the floor and with her forehead on her hands; their long hair flowing forward like a silky curtain to cover their hands and the floor so they could no longer watch "remain as you are and silent until told otherwise" he told them. 

Turning again to me he whispered "You know you want to come, Martha" and Mickey started caressing my pussy with his right hand and squeezing and rubbing my ass cheeks with his other. 

Soon his fingers were inside of me and my clitoris was on fire; just as my orgasm started to peak Mickey shoved his index finger in my anus making me come all the harder and I was moaning and panting loudly aware but unaware I was saying "oh my god"; "oh my fucking god it feels so fucking good" I moaned as it burned through me, not caring I might be punished. He stood there studying me in my orgasmic afterglow. 




Amish No More Ch. 05



"That doesn't count as talking, Martha" Mickey said, taking my face in his hands to kiss my lips "I thoroughly enjoyed that marvelous display...I encourage this in you."

Mickey removed the carabiner from the pole and then removed my handcuffs, dropping them to the rubber mat followed by the short leash and doing the same. 

"You may join them Martha, get down beside Mandy."

I quickly complied, very happy to be a part of his family, although my hair did not flow as theirs did...in time it would; Mickey promised. 

"Good night, ladies, I'm heading to bed. Heel, Princess" he said offering her his hand and helping her up "We shall leave together. 

You will count silently to yourselves; one-one thousand two-one, etc. Fifteen minutes will suffice. You will then leave one at a time. Martha, you will be last and will pick up the toys and turn off the lights" and that was exactly what happened... 

I was quiet and thoughtful the next few days, observing everything and not speaking except to ask questions as Mandy suggested while helping out with my assigned chores and duties. Mickey kept us all collared until Saturday morning, including Mandy who went to work as usual. 

Everything is planned and scheduled on Saturday morning when we all meet in the kitchen. Mickey says very little and lets us handle everything, although he has the final say if we disagree and can't reach consensus. 

Our large spotless kitchen is a professional cooks dream with commercial grade appliances, pots and pans; you name it, Sarah has it. Our numerous bathrooms are a standard of clean to which many hospitals can only hope to emulate as is the rest of the house. 

I'm not surprised that Mickey still picks up after himself, even though he, for all intent and purposes has three live-in housecleaners.

The Master Bath is primarily a tub room. It has no toilet. It has green tiled floor of intricate patterns of various shades of green and the same for green tiled walls. The massive free standing custom made white porcelain with its claw feet will comfortably accommodate 4 average adults and it must weigh a ton if it weighs an ounce. 

The tub room is full of plants and flowers. The glass enclosed shower in the tub room has multiple adjustable pulsating shower heads and no doubt may serve as a communal shower at our Master's whim. I've been exclusively assigned to clean it every day whether it's used or not and tend to the plants and fresh flowers. 

Mickey allows Sarah and Minerva great latitude in how the house is decorated. For example: the color schemes/decor for paint and fabrics; choosing the oriental rugs, bedding, drapes, bath towels and sheets, or curtains etc., things of that nature. 

Goodness! We certainly have an abundance of linen sheets for me to help wash and dry The sheets and pillow cases are changed every day without fail; one of Mickey's simple pleasures, like fresh cut flowers are for us. 

When the time comes, I will be allowed to decorate my room as I please, and aside from that; there is little I will change in it. Our large three story house is bright, welcoming and airy. 

It is full of plants and always... always, fresh cut flowers in vases in every room; delivered within a few hours as needed. There is no doubt our monthly Florist bill is substantial. 

Our home, and that is how I think of it, is also free of unnecessary clutter; especially the knickknacks and common collectables gathering dust that I was so fond of displaying; mostly to annoy Mickey and which I hardly ever dusted...when I was proud of being the ultimate bitch and I let myself go; cutting my hair very short to spite him and deliberately getting fat. 

I let myself go physically and spiritually during that time. I think now of that time, the last five years of my ten year marriage as my shades of grey years, when Mickey moved on and I didn't. 

Except for the basement doors which are locked at the top of the stairs and at the bottom, there are no locks on any of the inside doors. Mickey's workshop takes up most of the room in the basement.

For now and besides the basement, only other mandate is Mickey's library/study is off limits to me. 

Sarah and Minerva keep it vacuumed and dusted, plus all the paneling and woodwork must be meticulously waxed and polished monthly. I may enter by invitation only from Mickey and unless they are cleaning the same goes for all his gentle ladies. 

I confided much to Arthur how ashamed I am of those shades of grey years; of what I did to Mickey and to myself. Arthur talked about forgiveness, including self forgiveness and closure. Arthur assured me I'm a good person and that we all have our faults and regrets. 

Arthur encouraged me to be an obedient woman and make him proud. He assured me things will work out and that I have so much to look forward to. Sarah thinks the world of Arthur and I absolutely understand why... 

Six months had passed and during much of that time Mickey kept me mostly naked or completely naked until it became as natural to me as breathing. 

We often dress formally for dinner, including me, and it became obvious that feminine dresses, skirts and blouses are his preferences for most occasions.

Mickey favors silk negligee or undergarments for us in the evening before bedtime or as our lounging wear. 

My hair was still in a bob and I hadn't shared his bed alone for the entire night, although I do cuddle with him there on occasion until his bed partner arrives...it really is a good system...I only wish to be allowed to share his bed as do the others. 

I'm forbidden to watch television, although I have limited access to the internet for news or current events. Mickey has me reading Shakespeare and memorizing his favorite lines; he quizzes me on them. I will often join him and Sarah reading a part they act out the part of a play for the sheer joy of it. 

Sarah has just completed her first year of viola lessons and shows great promise. Her music teacher is a beautiful Asian woman in her mid-forties, being an accomplished professional musician as well as a slave of the Sanctorum. Sung-Lee is on loan to Mickey from another Master for Sarah's music lessons and for nothing more. 

Minerva plays both the violin and viola and when Sung-Lee comes back next week, I will be given my first lesson on the violin. 

Mickey encourages me to express my sex sexuality; including but not limiting myself to masturbating or talking about it with his ladies. To be truthful; I've lost many of my inhibitions about my sexuality since the Clinic. 

I particularly like to pleasure myself while soaking in my spotlessly clean tub room at night when everyone is asleep. I can fully recline in it or sit up and lean against the back comfortably; it is deep enough for the water to come to my shoulders if I choose. 

One night at around two in the morning while the tub was filling, I stood in from of the mirror to examine my petite naked form. The dancing and aerobics have definitely paid off because I can't remember a time when I've been so fit, trim and strong. 

My silent thanks to Minerva for pushing me hard and never letting up; telling me I can do better and need to work harder for she pushes herself to stay ahead of me. 

Sarah will often join us and Mandy will on the weekends. We're four women in leotards and often times Mickey will join us to dance. He smells earthy and masculine from chopping wood and splinting logs. I found out then that Mickey has a thing for leotards I never knew about. 

When the tub was full of hot steaming water I added some soothing lavender bath oil, lit my lavender candle and dimmed the lights before climbing in with my glass of red wine...ah, the water felt wonderful. 

Finishing my wine and most relaxed, I closed my eyes and snuggled comfortably down into the tub of soothing lavender infused water, submerging my head once and coming up until the water just touched my chin. 

I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck, down in-between my breasts and past my stomach to my crouch. 

I was breathing deeply, totally relaxed, thinking how Mickey kisses me with such unbridled passion; our tongues intertwined, fluttering and probing...nobody kisses like him to give me such tingles and goose bumps; he is so much larger and stronger than me. 

I was thinking how good it feels to have Mickey's cock pressed against my naked body, or in my pussy; pulsating in my mouth when he pumps his rich and delicious creamy seed for me to swallow...testosterone infused male essences.

I caressed my small apple sized firm breasts with both hands pretending they were Mickey's hands. I have such wonderfully sensitive breasts since my stay in the Clinic and I'm so easily aroused now; particularly since I'm living with three other women and watching him with them. 

I rubbed my nude pussy with the palm of my hand, arousing myself until I was practically dripping, adding my juices of arousal to the bath. 

I used my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my vagina and then towards my clit throwing my head back in ecstasy. 

My fingers found their way in one by one as I moaned softly every now and again. I then made my way to the opening of my vagina; my middle finger entering, a second and a third.

I spread my legs wide as I thrust them against my throbbing clitoris, rubbing my pubic mound as my orgasm washed over me in sweet release, my juices mingling with the bath water 

I was enjoying the after-glow of my orgasm, languishing in my lavender scented bath when I hear soft laughter and whispering. The door opened and Mandy and Mickey walked in on me, naked; it was Mandy's night to be with him and tonight I noticed her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. 

"Mandy suggested it will be nice for the three of us to sleep together" Mickey said not closing the door or intending to join me in the tub "Katherine often did on Mandy's night or visa-versa. We'll be delighted to have you, Martha. See you in a bit..."

I quickly toweled off and partially blow-dried my hair. She was willing to share! Mandy is a thoughtful and generous person. She knows better than anyone I would settle just to fall asleep in Mickey's arms and wake up with him in the morning. 

Mandy is also a sexy and vivacious woman; we do make a visual sexy duet if I do say so myself. I know she enjoys a threesome with another woman occasionally. She was cuddling with Mickey when I got into bed, they parting for me to get in between the two of them. 

Our communal bed is as a big California King, while we are small, petite women so there was plenty of room to make love or simply snuggle and be comfortable. 

Mickey rolled over to face me and I him "Well, mi Niña; tonight you'll experience your first orgasm from a woman. I allow Katherine and Mandy this privilage on occasion while I watch and often participate. I'm extending this privilage of delight to you...but first you will kiss your Master."

Mickey put his arms around me and kissed my lips long and deep "Yes, Master" I replied before taking the initiative and kissing him again the same while feeling Mandy's small hands caressing my neck and shoulders while she played with my hair. 

"Excellent, mi Niña; your sexuality and openness to try different experiences have bloomed considerably since you have been with us. This pleases me greatly. It all but assures your formal introduction to the Sanctorum in about a years' time."

I turned to face Mandy and we hugged, kissing each other hesitantly at first until, our hot bodies pressed together, breasts pressed against soft firm breasts. 

The feel of Mandy's naked body pressed up against mine is a contrast with mine compared to Mickey's hard, strong muscular body with his hard cock pressed up against me as we kissed, playing with each others' soft hair; mine hands in her ponytail; what a sensuous feeling it was to stroke her ponytail while we kissed; as Mickey did with my ponytail years before. 

Our anatomy allowed us to get closer together; warm and firm; perky, breasts pressed against the same, our hard sensitive nipples rubbing together ; our plump mounds pressing together as we kissed, our tongues entities to themselves; wet and pink, caressing and entwining.

Soon our mounds were slippery and wet with our mingled juices of arousal, lubricating our mounting passion and building orgasmic pleasure as our hips gyrated and pushed together, grinding our pussies against pussies, harder and harder. 

"I know you want to orgasm, honey" Mandy said pushing away from me "get comfortable on your back so I may taste your sweet, hot, pussy." 

As I was snuggling in to get comfortable, Mickey slid a pillow underneath my bottom and kissed my lips, going from voyeur too participant, continuing to kiss my lips long and deep while Mandy kissed and licked her way down everywhere else on my body. 

Mickey does this to us; licks and kisses; devouring us from top to bottom when making love. We girls do talk you know, Mandy and I in particular...well perhaps Minerva not at all; although Sarah does when Mickey and Minerva are gone for the day together. 

Mickey squeezed my breasts and tugged on my sensitive nipples until my engorged nipples where like two red hot throbs of pleasure; a triplet to the white hot throbbing of my clitoris. Mandy licked it with pleasurable abandon as her tongue slashed and darted and feigned. Her pink wet tongue pummeled my clitoris until I succumbed to an orgasm that wracked my entire body and left me in a glowing puddle of sated after-pleasure. 

However, Mickey wasn't done with Mandy; or me for that matter. 

Mandy rolled over on her back and Mickey fucked her missionary while supporting his weight with his arms as he slammed her into the bed with his big hard cock to make her buck and moan and squirm beneath him until Mandy's second orgasm of the night washed over her like a tidal wave.

Mickey then withdrew his hard throbbing cock from her pussy as his orgasm overtook him to pump his rich creamy semen on her pussy lips and mound. 

He took a few drops on his finger and rubbed them on my lips for me to taste pointing at Mandy's pussy for me to taste her to return the favor as he got off the bed and walked over to a small table that had a tray with a decanter and glasses. 

I went down between Mandy's legs, first licking off Mickey's rich and creamy testosterone infused semen before tasting our mingled juices of arousal and as I was licking..."Wine, ladies?" 

Mickey was standing by the bed holding a tray with three small half glasses of plum wine "Plum wine and then a shower before we sleep is a fine thing; don't you agree. We have a festival to attend tomorrow and I don't want to disappoint Minerva." Delighted at his thoughtfulness we accepted our wine and followed him into the tub room. Once in the shower Mickey offered us a toast. 

"A toast to past loves and present ones; a toast to the women of the Sanctorum who make their Master's complete" and we finished our wine together in a single swallow. 

"Please allow us, Michael" Mandy offered, turning on the showers and putting the glasses on the tile floor outside of the shower before handing me a bar of soap. 

We doubled teamed Mickey, soaping him down, washing him everywhere, giving and receiving kisses from him and each other. Mandy and I then washed each other; sharing kisses...our time in the shower was erotic, tender and playful...just plain clean erotic fun. 

After all of us were refreshed and clean from the shower, Mandy and I put fresh clean and crisp white linen sheets and pillowcase on the bed before we got back in with our Master to cuddle and quietly talk. 

"You really have blossomed, Martha, so with Michael's approval, I may tell you a secret. Minerva was a Mistress of the Sanctorum when Michael met her. Katherine and I belonged to her once. Minerva went from Mistress to slave; her sentence at her Tribunal. 

Minerva is truly one of us now, as you are becoming. In my heart of hearts I believe Minerva is finally happy and fulfilled; far more so than when she chased wealth and power." 

Of course I guessed something like that; however now it was confirmed in confidence. I will not tell Minerva that I know. I didn't understand the full ramifications at that time though. 

"Thank you for sharing, my dear mentor. Yours was the last face I saw before I fell asleep and was taken to the Clinic. You held my hand and...I've never had as good a friend as you."

"Did I not tell you the rewards would be great, Martha... basking in the glow of our little family; I reiterate and take license to a famous quote; "The glow of warm thoughts are worth more to us than money. Therefore my sexy almost twin petite girls; I think we shall sleep in late." 

I cuddled in between the two of them, falling asleep first; I was so very tired and that is exactly what we did. We slept in late before getting dressed and meeting the others on the patio for a light lunch; they had already eaten; to leave for our day trip; we were all going in the Van to the Celtic Festival at Hamelin Beach for music food and dancing. 

It was no surprise that Mandy's and my clothes were hanging and waiting; shimmering and flowing knee length peasant dresses of emerald green satin. We had silver jewelry and their hair, not mine was pinned up in elegant buns with silver sterling with red stones hair combs; mine as well; a splash of color to the green...this was the flavor with my new life with Mickey... 

I spend my fair share of time alone with Mickey during the day including going out for lunch, walks on the property or day trips for his business; when I may leave the property. I enjoy dressing up and putting on my makeup for him to look my best to please; we all do. 

I'm not allowed to leave the property alone, however, Minerva, Sarah, Mandy and I often go out once a week for the day without Mickey doing girl things together; sometimes splitting up in pairs...sometimes not. They almost always wear their hair up or in simple three-strand slave braids on these occasions...I wish I could. 

Minerva of all people paid me an unexpected compliment one day. I thought I was alone in the house and singing while cleaning the tub room. I was halfway through my song when she joined in surprising me. I stopped singing and she didn't finishing the song. 

"Yes, I know I'm mediocre at best, even having taken voice and singing lessons which is why I turned to dancing to which I excel. You needn't stop singing on my account, Martha. You have a beautiful singing voice in my opinion. 

Your talent can be an asset to the Sanctorum with proper coaching and instruction. You can excel where I stumble. I'm merely speaking the truth. 

Sarah and I are going for our gynecologist appointment and we'll be gone for a couple of hours. Michael is in the basement in the middle of a project; you know how he gets when he concentrates on something. He says not to bother him "come hell or high water". Please keep an eye on tomato sauce on the stove and stir it while were gone..." 

I'm growing quite close to Mandy, more so than any of his girls. We spend time in each other's room where I'm instructed about the Sanctorum. 

We practice the various postures of a slave girl and the proper way to undress-strip sexily and with grace so that our garments flowed off of us like water.

Assuming the position is such a posture and cornerstone of slave etiquette practiced by the Sanctorum. The slave girl will kneel with her hands crossed flat on the floor and with her forehead on her hands. Her ass must be higher than her head, and her feet will be together. 

Another common practice is to heel where the girl must kneel with her back straight and her arms straight and crossed in front. The slave girl's head will be up, looking at her Master or Mistress. Masters or Mistress' may of course use variations of "the position", or "heel" in their own households. 




Amish No More Ch. 05



Mandy is correct, we are more like Mickey's submissive and obedient wives than lowly slaves, and his methods are his own and I, we, love him for it... 

Minerva make good on her promise without actually using the soap. Mandy was at the "Cutting Edge" and Michael was away for two days visiting with Katherine. Sarah was at her Wednesday early afternoon pottery class. 

As I was dusting the parlor and listening to music while dancing about, quite happy actually, Minerva threw me down on the couch. She held me easily in place no matter how hard I struggled to get free. When I turned my head I saw a bar of Brown Fells Naphtha Laundry Soap still in the wrapper on the cushion next to me. 

As I was cursing her out, Minerva said "I've decided to let you take my place with Michael tomorrow night, Martha" pushing the bar of soap on the floor and kicking it away 

"I will talk and you will listen, unless of course you want to fight me" and Minerva got up and walked into the kitchen "Give me the green light and when you lose and are properly trounced; spanked to be exact, I will wash out your mouth with soap and make you stand in the corner until Michael gets home." 

We both knew I don't stand a chance against her in a physical confrontation. Not that we haven't had words; that is bound to happened, however Minerva's in charge when Michael's away. To her credit she has never taken advantage and ordered me about because she can. I picked up the soap and followed her into the kitchen. 

The long trestle table was set for two people with a centerpiece of red roses and white peace lilies between the place settings. Minerva made us a light meal of tuna salad made with tuna, chopped Greek olives, roasted red peppers, a hint of red onion and celery tossed in extra-virgin olive oil on Sarah's homemade wheat-oatmeal bread; a favorite of mine. There was yogurt with fresh blueberries and raw broccoli and carrots for our sides and a tall glass of green iced tea for our beverage. 

I sat at the table waiting for her to begin..."You're being very reasonable, Martha, enjoy your meal while we talk" Minerva said sitting down across from me "Feel free to speak your mind when I'm finished. 

When you arrived here six months ago I stated that I didn't like you...let's say at this point I'm neutral. You proven you can keep your mouth shut about our differences. We've had our quarrels of course and it's bound to happen. That being said, Mandy speaks well of you as does Sarah. 

Michael enjoys having you here and you pull your share of the housework giving us all more leisure time. I'm contemplating taking up my watercolors again. 

I'm resigned to the fact you should be given the chance to be our number five and educated in the ways of the Sanctorum for Mandy has only scratched the surface. I been on both sides of the fence and can understand the intricacies of both slave and Mistress. 

You are not a stupid woman, Martha, if you'll pardon the expression. I surmise you're aware of my current position to some degree or other. You may tell me or not for it doesn't matter, unless you were told in confidence, and to be silent is to your credit. I have Michael and he loves me. In or out of the Sanctorum, Michael is a good man; and if he were poor as he was when you met him I would still love him. 

That being said, on Saturday you'll have my vote to share his bed as do the rest of us and put on the schedule."

For the first time, Minerva put her hand on mine, patting it and said "I'm done."

"Do you really know everything about my marriage?"

"Yes" Minerva replied removing her hand. Her green eyes were neutral as she took a sip of tea and a bite from her sandwich.

I paused for her to swallow and asked "Why haven't you told Sarah or Mandy...or Katherine for that matter; especially when you said you didn't like me? I know you don't want me here; even now."

"I didn't tell them because Michael told me everything in confidence. I didn't tell them because it will serve no useful purpose. You being here will enhance Michael's status as it is judged in the Sanctorum and that serves a useful purpose. I want you to consider taking singing and voice lessons...please." 

"I think there is more to it than that. What's the other reason?"

"I didn't tell them after you arrived at our doorstep a total mess because Michael loved you deeply once, Martha...You obviously have some good in you. As I said I know everything; the good and the bad.

You're my penance of sorts for the bad I've done in my life. Besides, I'm curious to see what good Michael and Arthur see in you." 

"May I ask what you mean by penance?" 

"You have and I decline answer."

"Thank you for being so honest, Minerva...and for lunch."

"You're welcome I'm sure..."



Amish No More Ch. 01



"Yes, Master, a little." 

"Excellent and a little is all you need to know for now. When I say assume the position, this is what you will do. Commands will be obeyed instantly. Moving on.... when I say heel or kneel what should you do?"

"I'm not sure, Master." 

"I see......what would be an intuitive guess." 

"I will kneel with my back straight?" 

"That's an excellent answer; but how do you suppose an innocent and naive young woman like you is so perceptive about these things?

"I.....she started to say and I interrupted. 

That is a redundant question. I already know the answer. Kneel, very nice, now...stand, excellent! You folded your hands in front of you without thinking, although, depending on the situation you may be required to put them behind you when naked to expose and display yourself more fully.

For this you shall receive a reward for the urine on the floor. I shall not cut your hair brutally short or shave your head. It's a common punishment for women who don't comply or heed fair warning....turn around please." 

I never intended to do that, however she didn't know that. Minerva explained to me it is a common practice among some slave owners to shave their slave's heads to humble them. 

Positioning the scissors just below Sarah's shoulder blades I slowly cut through her silky braid savoring the moment, feeling the resistance; enjoying the sound as the scissors chewed through her hair. I then put the severed braid in my belt. 

"Please turn around, Sarah...now, unbraid your hair.......very good, now finger comb your ponytail, excellent. Do you have anything to say to me?" I asked, stroking her ponytail. 

"Thank you for not shaving me bald, Master." 

"You are welcome." 

I took her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing it out. Sarah's hair was now shorter, barely touching the top of her luscious round breasts. 

"I'm changing the conditions and you may not speak! Turn and face me ....good, put your hands behind your back and cross them......good.....keep them there."

I squeezed Sarah's ass cheeks and spread her pussy lips; my fingers probing her sweet flower..... I tasted my fingers....enjoying her wetness and arousal. I could smell her musky scent, thinking 'What a luscious little morsel Sarah will be when I allow her to share my bed.' 

"Your heartbeat and breathing have increased. Your submissive sexuality betrays you, Sarah and this is much for you to celebrate. Your inevitable orgasm at my hands will have to wait for now. 

Until I say otherwise your hair will remain unbound. You will be naked for my inspection and pleasure and collared as you are now. I say it again; you are a very pretty and intelligent young woman; use your natural intuition and you will easily adapt and advance. 

You will find your toiletries in the bathroom" and I pointed at the door of the small bathroom containing a toilet and a vanity sink with a mirror. You may use it instead of the bucket. I will provide you with a cot. 

You will find a pillow, a blanket, sheets and towels in the laundry basket by the washer and dryer. They are not garments and if you use them as such I will take everything away from you. 

You will begin over secured to the pole. You will be handcuffed in the back. 

I will secure your leash to the rings welded at the top so that may only stand. You will remain there for as long as it takes. After you will sleep on the bare floor; your toilet will be a pail and you will bathe in cold water for as long as it takes. As for your hair.........I'm sure you don't want that.

I'm expecting a guest. She is a slave owner. You will address her as Mistress or Mistress Minerva. You will obey her commands as if they were mine. She will be assisting me with the help of her two women in your education and grooming. 

I give you fair warning Sarah. If Minerva was your owner and you urinated on her floor, you'd be mopping the floor with your hair, followed by having your head shaved.... perhaps even your eyebrows. Minerva is a very wealthy and refined woman. She is very interested in purchasing you from me.

You may use the remains of your old garments to dry the floor as best you can. When you finish throw them away in the covered garbage pail by the stairwell. In time you will know and prefer the feel of silk and cashmere against your soft creamy skin. When I return, I'll bring you something to eat............." 

"THAT WAS WELL DONE MICHAEL, if not a bit wishy-washy? Please and thank you and I suggest.....And a poem? Really Michael what a ham you are" she laughed. 

"Have you ever known me to be less than polite with anyone?" I asked a little annoyed at her "As far as the poem goes Sarah's eyes are brown and that is my style. I'm approaching this from my own perspective and experience with women." 

"No I haven't; not even when you're angry. Then again I've never seen you angry enough to be out of control. You handled yourself well enough during our trip to Bermuda when those men who were rude and vulgar and tried to pick me in the restaurant lounge while we were waiting for our table, Shakespeare. I've never seen anyone use a peppermill that way before."

"Well, it was two to one and they were bigger than me. The blonde one hit me first. You have to admit the peppermill seasoned his head nicely before I broke it on it." 

"It certainly did; you broken his nose and jaw before he finally went down. You had the other pinned to the floor with bar stool on his throat after I tripped him and you kicked him in the head; the cowardly bastard."

"If you recall, Minerva, there were many witnesses including hotel security who saw him pull a gravity knife out of his pocket and threaten to kill me. What was I to do with a salt shaker; that just won't cut it? 

"Very funny Michael but I also recall you spent a night in the lockup before I bailed you out and got all of the charges dropped against you" she replied, putting her arms around my neck and kissing my lips "It's a good thing the Police gave you your own cell to keep the other prisoners from harm."

"Yes, that was very considerate of them and I slept like a baby" I replied, putting my arms around her waist and kissing her back "As I recall you couldn't wait to get me back to our hotel room for me to ravish you; admit it red, you were turned on by that bloody violent encounter."

"Yes we do Michael. I allowed you to ravish me; never forget that fact and we do make a good team. We whipped them good. As your teammate I'll advise you to remember Sarah is a slave; being less than firm is just not done at this stage in her education and development. 

Many in the Sanctorum believe in a good old fashioned whipping with a belt or crop to set the tone at this stage of process whether deserved or not. I'll concede though Sarah is convinced you might cut her with the scissors so I suppose the effect is the same. 

I'd never do that and you wouldn't have either; but I shuddered when the scissors went snick, snick and snick imagining I was her. She must have been terrified. In my opinion you should have made her stand for the entire night as we discussed and without the bucket. 

It wouldn't harm her to soil herself. Embarrassment and humbling at this juncture is a learning process is not soon forgotten. Why didn't you secure her hands behind her back? If she was embarrassed and uncomfortable it was only for one night?"

"My methods are my own, Minerva and they work for me. Did you ever solve the mystery how hundreds of potted peace lilies got into your office without anybody seeing who put them there? 

"No and it might as well been the Statue of Liberty but we're off topic. Such repressed sexuality just under the surface. This whole thing is amazing to watch. I can't wait to report to Maud and Arthur. Your admittance to the Sanctorum appears assured. 

"I didn't secure her hands in the back so that she could ride in the seat with a seat belt and harness."

"She could have ridden on the floor, Michael."

"Sarah is not cargo and that wouldn't be safe." 

I suppose you're right; I don't want to labor the point. I'm amazed how easily she is aroused. A slave needs to fear her Master or Mistress. You have good instincts for recognizing submissive women; I must give you that." 

"Thank you; let's not argue then my marvelous teacher. Sarah will be begging for my touch soon enough. We have discussed my ideas at great length. 

I chose Sarah carefully and analytically. She has surprised me though with her intuitiveness, imagination and intelligence despite being raised in a Patriarchal Society that encourages conformity and obedience." 

It's my turn to be on top. Watching you with your Princess makes me horny as hell.............." 

MINERVA JUST COULDN'T SEEM to get enough of me for some reason? Perhaps it was because she was looking forward to playing the heavy; good Master verses bad Mistress after she pleasured herself on my hard cock and I was rewarded with a marvelous blowjob. 

Minerva is a very passionate woman. She possesses a wonderful sense of style and knows how to dress. She is also a very beautiful, classy woman, a natural redhead, with long thick hair that falls to the middle of her back. 

I adore it when Minerva pins her hair up for me in a bun or chignon, exposing her neck and the soft silky hair at her nape. Minerva has the slim graceful figure of a dancer. She has green eyes and a fair and creamy complexion with just a hint of freckles that she hates and I adore. 

Mistress Minerva owns two women that are housed in a small apartment located in the same building above her dance studio. She lives alone in a large and spacious condominium and employs ordinary people to clean for her. I've offered to share my house but she won't. 

Minerva's slaves are employees in a sense that she receives an income from their labor. She allows them their occupations because it pleases her. One of her slaves, Katherine, is a physician's assistant while the other Mandy is a hairstylist/makeup artist in a high-end salon that Minerva owns. The salon employs a dozen ordinary people and they had no inkling their employer, Mandy is Minerva's slave. 

She has a talent for finding subservient women and then turning them to her will or selling them to others in the Sanctorum. 

Both Mandy and Katherine have signed contracts registered with the Sanctorum. Their contracts can be sold or transferred to other Masters or Mistresses. 

The Sanctorum is a very old secret society and membership is for life. Disclosing its secrets depending on the severity may result in death. 

Minerva told me it has its own courts (THE TRIBUNAL) as well as a ruling grand council. It is a self-sustaining entity with members throughout the country. The Sanctorum has unbelievable financial resources at its disposal. The Sanctorum insures their registered slaves receive the basic necessities and medical care for life. 

Minerva went into the bathroom to change and came out in what she refers to as her "Mistress Attire" consisting of black silk blouse, tight black slacks, black riding boots and her signature black leather riding crop. Her long red hair was in a ponytail and I adore ponytails on women.

"Let me at that little virgin" she announced posing with her hands on her hips to which I replied "Who is the ham now, Minerva?" I teased......

We went the basement and found my Princess was asleep in her cot by her training pole wrapped in her blanket. Minerva wasted no time and struck the cot near Sarah's head with the riding crop. 

"Wake up slave, is this how you greet your Master's guest?" Sarah woke with a start and threw her blanket aside to immediately assume the position naked as instructed. 

"Michael.... you described her to me as being very pretty. Well, I suppose that is a matter of taste because I think her rather plain myself, barley adequate."

I watched Sarah tense at these insulting words, however, she knew enough to remain silent and hold position. 

"Stand, woman.......Michael, look at her fat, hairy legs? Do Amish men actually find those attractive? What a plump, hairy creature she is" Minerva said laughing. 

I walked over to where they were standing and quietly said "kneel and look at your Master." 

When she did I gently pushed Sarah's hair away from her face and I looked into her brown eyes brimming with tears. I wiped them away with my hand and smiled at her "I think she is very pretty, Minerva and of course you have complete charge of her grooming and make-up. These are things that Sarah has to learn. 

"You will have a complete body wax my pretty girl. Mistress Minerva will teach you to enhance your natural beauty for your owner's pleasure. You have permission to speak as before but only to answer questions; not to initiate conversation."

"What does your collar say, slave?" Minerva asked, while tugging on Sarah's hair. 

"My Master says he engraved Princess on the nameplate." 

"Did you know that Sarah's name in Hebrew translates Lady or for a Princess of royal blood, Minerva? 

"Do you know what else is engraved on your collar, slave?" Minerva asked stroking the side of Sarah's face with the crop. 

"No, Mistress." 

"It says Princess, property of Michael and that is temporary" she announced, mockingly "Lady and Princess are also common names for female bitch dogs" Minerva said, laughing "When I own you I will shave you completely bald along with everything else and keep you that way. 

You will be a lowly servant; I hate finding hair in my food you hairy doggie!" 

You don't own her yet, Minerva and furthermore you will not refer to Sarah as a dog!" I told stepping in front of Sarah protectively. 

"Yes of course, Michael, of course" Minerva said, soothingly "I won't do it again. You and I are friends" she took my arm she led me towards the stairwell. 

"There is no need to be angry. I will abide by our agreement to the letter but my methods are my own. I suggest we go upstairs where can discuss this in private...............

ONCE UPSTAIRS I opened a bottle of Merlot while Minerva unwrapped the fruit and a platter she brought me.

"A toast to you Minerva, please take a bow" which Minerva did with a flourish! "Your performance could have won an Oscar; however, you will have to settle for this fine Merlot" I raised my glass in salute and Minerva did the same smiling and we took a sip of wine together. 

"I was watching her reactions very closely my marvelous teacher; Sarah obviously thinks herself comely. Did I tell you she stashed women's fashion magazines in the ladies Room vanity? I also found some romance and erotic novels in the drop ceiling there." 

"How can you possibly know about those things, Michael?" 

"I know these things because I installed hidden fiber optic cameras all throughout the store including the ladies restroom." 

"You naughty voyeur, you never mentioned this before!" Minerva said laughing and leaning forward while unconsciously touching her ear. This is one of Minerva's many tells. I enjoy exposing her tells. I know most all of them. Minerva has a beautiful smile and a musical laugh when she is happy. 

"I was saving this for a surprise, my marvelous teacher" I refreshed her wine glass and let my hand deliberately lingering on hers. I always show Minerva the deference she was due out of respect for her life's accomplishments and because she has influence in the Sanctorum. My membership is tentative and impossible without her approval "her brother is trying to force into a marriage with a man she doesn't love or even care for."

"Is a full body wax what you have in mind for her?" 

"Yes, what do you think of the bangs that I chose for Sarah?" I handed her the picture that was folded in my back pocket that I printed from the internet. 

"I prefer pixie cuts my girls, because it keeps them in their place. Did you know Mandy had honey blonde waist length hair? I have it layered and cut very short and then bleached to a much lighter color. Mandy hates it and constantly begs to go back to her natural color. But yes, those long bangs will suit Sarah's face quite well." 

"Eventually Sarah will be permitted to grow her hair longer that being my preference as you well know" and I tugged on Minerva's thick and soft ponytail "That being said, Sarah's hair will never be a beautiful color as yours, Minerva." 

"That's very sweet of you to say, Michael "Minerva was smiling and touching her hair which was yet another tell. I know Minerva is very proud of her long red hair and she should be. 

"You can always dye Sarah's hair the same color as mine" 

"Your natural color can never be duplicated, my dear teacher. To do so would be a sad counterfeit as diamonds are to glass." 

I received yet another of Minerva's beautiful smiles while fantasizing Minerva kneeling at my feet; unfortunately my impossible daydream was just that. 

Bring Sarah her bowl of oatmeal as we planned, Minerva, and see to it that she takes her vitamins. Spend about an hour with her if you wish. You many use your crop a few times but only hard enough to sting. Your beautiful red hair turns me on and I can't wait to get my hands in it again......" 

MINERVA WENT DOWNSTAIRS and began explaining basic slave etiquette while I watched on the monitor. She used the crop for any reason real or imagined; just barely enough to sting and mostly to frighten. 

At the start; Minerva put Sarah's hair up in tight braided pigtails and ordered her down on all fours. She then led Sarah around the basement on a leash making her stop to kneel or assume the position. After about five minutes of putting her through her paces, Sarah received her dinner of cold oatmeal with skim milk served in a dish on the floor.

"You are a plain and plump hairy woman and you will eat like one. Leave the bowl on the floor and do not use your hands." 

Minerva told Sarah the humiliating things that she was going to do to her when she owned her. She enjoyed playing the part as the heavy as the bad Mistress. I will be the good Master coming to the rescue. 

When Sarah was done eating Minerva made her chew her vitamins. She then secured Sarah's leash with a small padlock to a sliding ring on the pole and deliberately left Sarah's cot out of her reach before she left. 

An hour later, I went downstairs to check on my pretty girl and found her sitting by the pole naked and she was shivering. I was annoyed of myself and thinking 'Ok, the taser and abduction were the most efficient way to get her here, but this is just not my way.'

I removed her leash from the collar and picked up her folded blanket. I then sat on the couch along the wall "Tell me what is on your mind, little lady?" I asked kindly, while patting the seat cushion for Sarah to sit next to me.

"Please, Master...I am so cold, may I have my blanket please?" 

"Come and sit next to me Sarah" I said holding the blanket out to wrap it around us..... "This is nice....... get closer and put your head on my chest so you can share my body heat. I put my arms around her under the blanket and gently held her until Sarah stopped shivering. 

"You did well today as far as I'm concerned although you made a bad first impression with Mistress Minerva" I took her hair out of the pigtails "You look very pretty with your hair down; just like the girls in the women's fashion magazines....Yes, I know everything about you my pretty girl. 

I'm sure you realize you were never meant to be an Amish mouse in a gray coat." 

"Do you really know what I did alone in the bathroom?" She asked starting to tense slightly. "What I did is a sin" and Sarah looked down ashamed and embarrassed. 

"It's not a sin in my world, Sarah, for you live in my world now. You will not be judged for that or punished for masturbating in private. Sexual gratification is a natural as breathing" and as I stroked her hair to assure her until I felt her relax. "I'll take care of most those needs now. Are you a virgin, Sarah?" 




Amish No More Ch. 01



"Yes, Master."

"Your birthday is March 1st and you are 23 years old. Why haven't you married?" 

"I don't know" she said.

"I don't know, Master" I corrected her gently while continuing to hold her and stroke her hair.

"I do not know, Master" Sarah replied. 

"I do not know is not an answer, Sarah, it is an evasion, a childish excuse. I have no interest in children. Perhaps I should sell you to Minerva after all." 

"I am not a child, Master... I don't want to be forced to marry an Amish man I don't love. I don't want his babies or to live in the same place forever. I want to chose my own husband if I chose to marry. I want to travel and see things. 

I was thinking of leaving, but I have no money of my own. I'm afraid to leave because it is all I know and I'm afraid right now!" 

"Excellent, those are intelligent and honest answers and I value honesty, Sarah. I will never punish you for telling me the truth; are you warm now?

"Yes, thank you, Master."

"I know you want more out of life; to travel to Hawaii for example and experience all the things life has to offer. I will give you those things in time.

I genuinely enjoyed our conversations, Sarah. Will you try to please me?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"Turn around face away from me......yes that's right, just like that.... good. 

I put my arms around her waist and pulled Sarah closer. I put my face beside hers and kissed Sarah's neck behind her ears, blowing softly on her neck.

"You have beautiful firm and round breasts.....your nipples are already hard. Does this feel good, my pretty girl when a man is stroking your breasts? " 

"Yes it's much better then when I do it" she admitted. 

"You are aroused Sarah; you are wet between your legs?" I observed stroking her pussy and tasting my fingers "As I said, this is good and natural. I want you to pleasure yourself and masturbate; that will please me. 

You are a pretty little thing with beautiful brown eyes. Tell me when you are coming and not necessarily with words. Remember Sarah, if you lie to me I will know" Sarah closed her eyes not answering "thank you for your honesty for I can sense when your orgasm is rising for your beautiful sexuality betrays you........."

Sarah explored her womanhood with her fingers in her pink and plump pussy while I caressed her beautiful round firm breasts paying attention to her nipples and kissing her face and neck tenderly and lightly.....soon she was breathing heavily and moaning softly...a little embarrassed I'm sure. 

"You want to orgasm, Sarah?" I whispered to encourage her.... "Yes that's it moan louder if you wish my pretty Sarah because this is why God made you a woman and gave you a clitoris."

Sarah was definitely vocal in her orgasm; my pretty girl was covered her mouth with her hand and she always does when she surrendered to her orgasms in the ladies room after reading selection pages of her erotic novels or short stories. She came close to sliding off the couch with all her squirming. 

It was obvious that Sarah was intent in pleasuring herself as well as pleasing me. 

It is fortunate she'll never marry an Amish man because she will probably intimidate the hell out of the poor pious bastard. When my pretty girl finished, I held her for a while, and then said "There is a bowl with apples and bananas at the bottom of the stairs, my Lady, please bring them here."

When she returned, I chose an apple and took a bite saying "You must be hungry and the rest are for you. Mistress Minerva is in charge of your diet and we both agree you can stand to lose ten pounds in keeping with your height and frame. I get my workouts to with my axe and splitting maul and I like to walk and think.

I shall not tell Minerva about the fruit. It will be our secret" and she got back under the blanket with me to finish the remaining fruit. 

"I am very pleased with you this evening and I will enjoy having you in my bed when the time comes."

"Do you really think that I am pretty, Master?" 

"Yes, I will say it again; I think you are very pretty" I praised and getting up after finishing my apple I offered her my hand. Sarah took it holding it tightly, I 

walked her to the cot were she lay down on her side facing away from me. 

I covered Sarah with the blanket and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. 

I left the bathroom door open with the night light on. I stopping briefly by her cot as she lay there with her eyes closed but not asleep. When I got upstairs I turned the heat up to match the temperature in the rest of the house. I dimmed the basement lights to a twilight glow. I then engaged the electronic locks on from the keypad before going to bed.............. 

THE NEXT DAY MINERVA ARRIVED with Mandy to give Sarah her full body wax. Mandy is a small, petite woman, at five-three with blue eyes and a clear fair peaches and cream complexion. She has incredibly striking blue eyes; the color of dark turquoise. Mandy's hair was so blond to almost be white and it was cut in very short layered pixie cut, just as Minerva described to me the day before. 

I estimated Mandy to be in her early thirties. She was dressed in a simple tan smock with black slacks and black nurse's shoes. As slave etiquette dictated, Mandy assumed position immediately upon entering my threshold. 

"You may stand, Mandy, let me get a good look at you, now turn around slowly.............you have very nice manners, you assumed the position smoothly and gracefully." 

"Thank you, Master Michael" she replied with a forced smile. 

"The door to basement is open. Go downstairs and introduce yourself to Sarah. Explain the procedure for this is all new to her. May Mandy interact freely with Sarah? I'm sure that will put Sarah at ease." 

"You may, Mandy?" Minerva answered, looking at both of us" "Be discrete as we discussed. I want all of Sarah's hair removed from the neck down." 

"Yes Minerva, I shall treat Sarah as if she were a paying customer." 

The waxing took the better part of 2 hours and Minerva I retired to my living room after breakfast planning a possible trip the Virgin Islands in October and talking about Sarah's progress.

"Really, Michael, a pillow on the cot and you let her use the bathroom; what about the bucket, I thought we agreed on the bucket?"

"We didn't agree we discussed it. I will allow Sarah hot water to bathe in as well....I can always take things away if needed."

"Well, I think that you are being too soft on Sarah. A slave needs to fear her Master or Mistress, otherwise how does one enforce discipline?"

"I appreciate your advice my marvelous teacher but from now on I will be using my own methods with Sarah, Sanctorum or not."

Minerva received an important call on her cell phone changing our plans. She left Mandy with me until tomorrow morning offering "While Mandy is here, have her cut Sarah's hair? As a special treat you may have full use of Mandy until then I return tomorrow." 

"That is very magnanimous of you, Minerva. I accept, but as I said before, as diamonds to common glass my gracious teacher." 

Minerva went downstairs to tell Mandy of the change in plans and then left. After a time, Mandy returned to report that she was done with Sarah's full body wax as she stood in my study doorway waiting for further instructions. 

"You have permission to speak freely, Mandy, please have a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable. How long have you been owned by Mistress Minerva?" 

"Six years, Master Michael." 

"Obviously you know your place and what is expected of you. You move gracefully and naturally. I'm sure I will enjoy having you here and I hope you enjoy yourself as well. Consider your stay with me as a mini-vacation. You may address me as Michael when we are alone together. I want to tap into your experience and thoughts to make Sarah's transition to her new life as easy as possible."

"Thank you Michael, I have never been allowed that privilege with Minerva's friends before."

"There is a first time for everything my dear" I said, smiling, imagining Mandy with waist length honey blond hair "Your Mistress advised you were to pleasure me." 

"I will comply with your wishes, Michael."

I need your help with something else. I will greatly appreciate it if you will help me. Will you please do that for me, Mandy?"

"I will do anything you order me to, Michael, you know that."

"I am not ordering, I am asking...pretty please? Will you kiss me, please? 

Mandy put her arms around my neck and I put my hands gently around her waist and she kissed me tentatively at first and soon her little tongue was probing mine. After less than a minute she stepped back surprised....."You really mean it, Master, I mean, Michael.....you're being honest and sincere with me; I can tell by this one kiss....call it a woman's intuition."

"Yes I really do mean it; I'm asking Mandy the person to help me. We can discuss a few of my ideas and you can tell me yours while I prepare her brunch........" 

I PREPARED SARAH'S MEAL of hot oatmeal with almonds, walnuts and dates. Sarah was also given plain yogurt, a banana, an orange and hot mint green tea. Mandy waited in the kitchen sipping an Earl Gray while I brought Sarah's brunch to her on a tray. I sat with her on the couch with my own cup of green mint tea. After she ate, I had her stand and face me to compliment her how beautiful she looked. 

"This is so much better, don't you think? You need not answer. I want you to listen only. Turn around slowly so that I may look at you. I know you have been looking at yourself in the mirror. The flower of womanhood; your blossom of plump pink lusciousness is now fully exposed. 

You will get accustomed to waxing to my Lady. I'm told that the first time is always the worst. You will be getting a proper haircut by Mandy later today as she told you. I am very partial to the bangs; they're very sexy." 

I took her hand and kissed it "Relax your arm please.....good.... I'm going to place your hand at the base of your throat. You notice your hand is flat and your fingers are pointed up...put them closer together....yes like that. 

There will be occasions when you need talk to me when you've been told to remain silent. When you place your hand thus; I will nod yes or no depending on the situation. You'll know intuitively when it is appropriate to disregard." 

I took both her hands and said "Please relax Sarah" and I put them her arms around my neck "I want you to hug me.....yes, just like this..... Pretend we are dancing" and I put my hands on her waist and held her gently.

"Mandy has never visited here before. You know what the basement is like and what you must do to live in the rest of the house. I'm going to give you both the grand tour. You may not speak; you'll cooperate and do as you're told.....remove your collar" Sarah placed her hands on her collar with surprised look in her brown eyes when she discovered how easily she was able to remove it. 

"Yes I know.....without the small padlock your collar may be removed. You've unknowingly been on the honor system, Princess and had you removed it without permission......"I let the consequences hang unspoken......

I'll dispense the leash and collar for now. They symbols of your submission nothing more however always remember their practical applications should they be needed. 

You may put them underneath your pillow for safekeeping......very good.... pick up the tray and follow me upstairs. I prepared your meal and it is only fair for you to wash the dishes."

My kitchen is a professional cooks dream with commercial grade major appliances and large cabinets and counters with granite countertops with lots of drawers. I should mention I like to cook as does my ex. 

There are three large deep kitchen sinks should I need them. The kitchen is fully stocked with small kitchenware used by the professionals including pots and pans of all descriptions. Sarah and I prepare our meals together a few days during the week. 

Sarah washed the dishes in the sinks by hand and after she finished I explained to her how to load and use the state of the state of the art dishwasher. 

After the kitchen we went room to spacious room including the full bathroom on the ground level. I brought them upstairs to show them the six spacious bedrooms; the Master Bedroom has an attached full bath. There is also a second full bathroom. Finally there is the Tub Room. 

It has no toilet or sink. It has green tiled floor of intricate patterns of various shades of green and the same for green tiled walls. The massive custom made white porcelain bathtub with the traditional claw feet will comfortably accommodate six people comfortably and it must weigh a ton if it weighs an ounce. I spend a lot of time here soaking and thinking while listening to music; some of it planning about Sarah. 

The tub room is full of plants. The transparent sea green glass shower can accommodate six people. It is entirely made of two inch thick virtually unbreakable boron glass with the floor textured for traction. It has multiple adjustable stainless steel pulsating shower heads at each station and niches in the walls for soap or shampoo bottles. I haven't used this shower; just the tub and now it will serve me well. 

Sarah appeared fascinated with the tub; I knew she was impressed with the house including the kitchen, however she actually walked into the shower on her own to touch the stainless steel fixtures and run her hand over the smooth glass walls. While she was there, Mandy brought us six towels from the hall closet, Pears soap and baby shampoo. We undressed and got into the shower with her. 

"You may join us Sarah" I invited "you must wash your hair before Mandy cuts and styles it. 

I began washing myself when Mandy came over to help me; this wasn't part of the plan but what the hell. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips long and deep sighing contentedly and I returned kisses. Who am I to turn down an invitation from a beautiful woman or women now that I am a single man again and not bound by my wedding vows? 

We soaped each other down and kissed, taking every opportunity to kiss as we massaged the reach creamy lather into our skin. Mandy shampooed my hair and I shampooed hers. 

We got out and toweled off; drying each other's back. Mandy dressed and I didn't. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips whispering "I'm just being myself, Michael" she then gave my bare ass a playful slap before going downstairs to get everything ready in the kitchen. 

All the while Sarah was standing with her eyes closed when she was peeking. She had a look of sheer bliss on her face standing under two streaming and pulsating shower heads with the luxurious hot water cascading like twin waterfalls over her glorious naked body; not bothering with her soap or shampoo as yet. 

"Finish up Sarah it's time for your haircut" and I watched Sarah wash herself and shampoo her hair; a simple pleasure to behold for she is a strikingly beautiful woman although I call her my pretty girl. 

When Sarah came out I gave her a towel to dry herself while I dried her back with the other. My pretty girl followed me into my bedroom and waited for me while I went closet to get my robe and put it on......this was not part of the plan I discussed with Mandy or Minerva, however the outcome told all. 

I pretended to rummage in the closet with my back to her looking for something and said "My boxer shorts and a the red flannel I'm looking for must be the dresser; will you get them out please?

My hand taser was in the top drawer and that was the one Sarah opened first to discover it. I put my robe on and turned to find her holding it in her hand staring at me "It is fully charged. The handcuffs and keys are in the middle drawer. 

If you don't believe me hold it away from your body and depress the orange button.....the electricity will arch between the electrodes with a crackling sound" and I walked past her to the dresser 

Sarah continued to stare at me as I took the boxer shorts out of the drawer and put them on. "The shirt is for you by the way. It will have to suffice for now......she dropped the taser on the bed as if it was red hot and she was trembling. I picked it up and put it in the drawer and closed it.

"Put the shirt on please and sit next to me on the bed........thank you" The sleeves went down past her hands and I rolled up the cuffs for her. 

"Do you remember when you told me about your favorite sea shells; the Kitten's Paw and the Angel Wings and Sparse Dove and don't forget the Antilles Glassy Bubble and the Button?

I remember the poem by Edith Nesbitt you recited to me by heart. It was the first Monday of October. Your eyes were closed and your imagination was soaring. 

I'll start....... 'I gathered shells upon the sand, each shell a little perfect thing, so frail yet potent to withstand the mountain-waves wild buffeting, through storms no ship could dare to brave. The little shells float lightly save all that they might have lost of fine, shape and soft color crystalline.' 

"I'm not angry with you about the taser....calm yourself....finish the poem. She closed her eyes and continued quietly. 

'Yet I amid the world's wild surge. Doubt if my soul can face the strife, the waves of circumstance that urge. That slight ship on the rocks of life. O soul, be brave, for He who saves. The frail shell in the giant waves will bring thy puny bark to land.... safe in the hollow of his hand'.

"That is a lovely poem, Sarah. Edith Nesbit wrote it and when our guests leave we will discuss it further.... it is time for your haircut and you may talk freely."

Mandy was very thorough and meticulous, parting and then pinning it up Sarah's hair several times before she even started cutting. She explained everything to Sarah although my pretty girl was quiet throughout her haircut. 

It is obvious to me that Mandy is a perfectionist who takes great pride in her work. There were piles of Sarah's cut long locks on the floor. Mandy finished by blow drying and touching up here and there to ensure the blunt cut met her exacting standards. 

Sarah's hair was cut straight across the bottom falling almost to the top of her shoulder blades and she had eye framing bangs. Mandy finished Sarah's makeover by meticulously applying Sarah's makeup taking her time and patiently explaining each step to her and encouraging questions and Sarah had many. This was the first makeup she had ever worn and my little Lady looked incredibly hot and seductive.

"Please shake your head, Sarah" I asked and she shook her head from the side to side and when she stopped the cut fell neatly back into place. I kissed her cheek "You look lovely" I whispered in her ear "not to mention sexy." 

I turned my back to her so that she couldn't see what I was doing and I kissed her again, pushing a Hershey's Kiss into her mouth with my tongue. 

"This cut looks marvelous on you, Sarah" Mandy complimented "It is long enough to pin up and will look very pretty curled; let me show you" and taking a curling wand, Mandy styled Sarah's hair in luscious ringlet curls. 

"I am ready to give you your trim now, Master" Mandy said, turning to me as she finished with Sarah's curls. Sarah shook her head without asking her curls bouncing about and touched her hair, unsure at first but then smiling well pleased with the results. 

I sat on the barstool and Sarah sat in a kitchen chair. After Mandy was done with my haircut, really just a trim, I stood up pointing at the floor. Mandy got down on her knees before me. 

"Very nice haircut, Mandy can you guess what I want. Sarah, come here... good, now, kneel beside Mandy. Get closer to me, Sarah, so that I can play with your curls. Mandy is going to teach you the art of oral, something you must know. 




Amish No More Ch. 01



Mandy put on quite a show, licking and sucking, fast.... slow, running her tongue up and down the shaft and licking my balls. Sarah was kneeling opposite of her as I stroked her ringlet curls saying "Pay close attention and watch how Mandy is doing this." 

Mandy started by licking the tip and then the shaft while looking up into my eyes and smiling. Then she took my entire cock in her mouth licking and sucking, teasing and probing and it was fabulous. 

My hard throbbing cock was like a volcano shooting streams of white hot semen in her mouth, Mandy the wonderful little vixen that she is swallowed all of my semen not spilling a drop. Mandy looked up at me licking lips and smiling. 

"Wait in the Master Bedroom for me please" I said to Mandy "I need to get Sarah settled in for the evening" and after she left. 

"You have had quite the day today, getting a complete body wax, haircut curly girl. Stand and face me....stand, close your eyes and open your mouth."

I took a Heresy's Kiss from my robe pocket to push it past Sarah's luscious lips with my fingers. 

"You look lovely my Lady" and I put my hands gently on her waist Sarah opened her eyes and hesitantly put her arms around my neck "Please make me a cup of tea and sit and have one with me. The tea kettle is on the stove and tea bags on the counter. The mugs are in the cupboards above the tea bags."

Sarah put the kettle on to boil first before going to the cupboards for the mugs. Upon opening the cupboard door Sarah turned and paused to look at me briefly before bringing two mugs back and putting them on the table. 

One was a clear lead glass mug with my name "Michael" engraved on it. Minerva has the identical mug with her name on it. They are souvenirs we bought together during our trip to Bermuda. 

The other mug was ocean blue in color and decorated with the Cat Paw Sea shells Sarah wants to find on a beach someday....."The mug is yours my pretty Lady; I bought in Bermuda the week in October after your poem because it reminds me of you and your beautiful brown eyes. If you recall I wasn't around for a week to buy your pies" and she nodded in acknowledgement. 

Mandy is a delightful woman; don't you agree? I believe Mistress Minerva is trying to tempt me with her. It is not unheard to trade and sell; or share women between Masters and Mandy has no control over that. 

As a virgin you're literally are worth millions of dollars to her when you are finally educated to our ways.....assuming she may acquire you. I want you to use your imagination and think of this as an adventure if this will help you adjust...................

MANDY WAS WAITING FOR ME on my bed after I settled Sarah in for the evening and Mandy made herself at home, perfect; she naked was curled up in a piles of pillows from the other bedrooms like a little blond cat..."You said to make myself at home and one can never have to many pillows Michael....care to join me?"

"With pleasure blue eyes" I replied getting into bed next to her "I need to return the favor for that marvelous lip and tongue symphony you performed on me earlier and to thank you for my trim and Sarah's new look. I look forward to coming to your Salon for my haircuts."

"We're very expensive and exclusive. We cater exclusively to women and girls although Sarah is always welcome without an appointment. For you I'll make arrangements after hours or better yet I'll do it here. Minerva is quite taken with you Michael more so than ever. 

She refers to you as her "bad boy" I know about the peppermill incident and you spending the night it the lockup" and she moved closer to me and started running her fingers through my hair "it doesn't hurt that you're ruggedly handsome and charming. Nobody has described my blow jobs as a marvelous lip and tongue symphony until now."

"Flattery will get you everywhere" I teased rubbing her little bottom "and I want to taste you now."

I went down on Mandy licking and sucking; probing her clitoris with my tongue. Mandy's hands were in my hair, pushing my head against her dripping pussy while urging me to lick harder; actually telling how she wanted it as if I were a novice. Just as her orgasm crested, she begged "Stick your finger in my ass...oh that feels so good.....push." 

Mandy's orgasm came in waves with her sweet juices covering my face as I licked like mad and then Mandy went limp. I lay down next to he, playing with her hard nipples as she lay stretched out relaxing. 

Mandy was running her fingers through her hair and frowning. I took this as a possible "tell" and smiling Mandy rolled over to hug me and kiss his my lips and face all over. 

"Thank you for being so considerate and allowing me to be myself, Michael. I didn't know what to expect when Minerva told me to please you; I never expected this and so far I've had a great deal of fun." 

"Tasting your juicy peach is all the thanks I need" I replied, running my finger thoughtfully through her short hair while I held her close. 

"If I owned you, I would keep you all to myself and not share with another man." 

"What about Sarah?" Mandy asked. 

"You will have to take turns. Perhaps I will have you both at the same time but in any event, I think I would prefer you with longer hair" I said still running my finger through her short crop.

"How long will you let me grow it, Michael?" Mandy snuggled closer. 

"First, I will insist that you go back to your natural color." 

"I'm a honey blond." Mandy said, snuggling closer yet.

You are, why I adore that hair color, honey blond it is Mandy. Next you will grow out the layers...and I think, yes, no bangs for you, just long and thick honey blond, blunt cut all one length to your shoulders." 

"I will be allowed to grow to my shoulders and not longer?" Mandy asked, hopefully. 

"Would you like it longer, Mandy?" I asked, feigning surprise. 

"Before I signed my contract with the Sanctorum, Minerva promised never to cut my long hair; it used to be waist length and was very thick and full. 

Minerva requires me to have it cut short and my assistant manager bleaches my roots every two weeks. Clara my assistant manager uses the thinning shears on me because Minerva doesn't like it thick and full. Clara actually thinks that I prefer my hair this way and I absolutely hate it!" 

I felt her tense...perhaps Mandy realized she was being to free with her tongue and had second thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking like this; please don't tell Minerva anything I told you because she might make me cut it even shorter....and she might send me to Master David for a few days....I hate going there and he's always asking for me....I've said to much already."

"Of course I won't, Peaches, it will be our secret. I did give you permission to be yourself and speak freely when we are alone. I give you my word that I will not betray your confidence. I want you to visit often because you taste like juicy peaches. If I owned you...well, how about to the middle of your back maybe even longer...depending..."

"Depending upon what?" Mandy asked although still looking a bit worried. 

"Depending if we agree to order take-out, is Chinese to your liking?"

"Chinese will be wonderful, Michael. I just can't get over you allowing me so much fun" and I could tell she was relieved and totally won over. Once I give my word to someone I am bound to it." 

Mandy continued "With Minerva gone it's like we're on a real date."

"Good, it is settled then. There is a menu on the corkboard near the telephone in the kitchen. Order me chicken with cashews, pork fried rice and a pint of hot and sour soup. They make the chicken with cashews correctly at Wong's, never adding celery as filler. Order anything you like and we'll have it delivered." 

After we ate sharing the dishes we chose; I built a fire and we cuddled on the couch in front of the fireplace listening to music. Mandy chose the Nutcracker Suite by Tchaikovsky, her favorite piece of music. 

She told me her mother put her long honey blond hair in a chignon for her ballet lessons and many other things about herself. I learned Master David is a crass and vulgar bastard who enjoys being rough and profane with her; pinching and slapping and groping her just because he can; I won't go into the details here. 

I asked questions to draw her out but mostly listened. I let Mandy dance for me, enjoying her graceful movements and lamenting her short hair in my thoughts. Afterwards we shared a bottle of chilled Inniskillin Riesling Ice Wine and we slow dance together. I genuinely enjoy just being with and holding Mandy and letting her be herself to speak freely......I learned she likes baseball; used to play in a woman's softball leauge

and follows the Yankees. 

As Minerva stated "My methods are my own" and mine as well; discipline and cruelty for their own sake will merely produce a fearful obedient woman. I want to experience all aspects of my women and not just their bodies. They have needs to satisfy and personalities unique to themselves...feelings. 

I value loyalty and affection....love; as much as submission and obedience; all these attributes coupled with intelligence. All these are the attributes of a desirable woman and that evening in bed, Mandy kept me well satisfied....not because she had to but because she wanted to............ 

MINERVA PURCHASED SPORTS BRAS, panties and socks for Sarah when she arrived the next morning. She also bought several sizes of Nike sneakers for Sarah to try on and several changes of leotards. 

I met Katherine for the first time. She is close to Mandy age. Katherine has brown hair and hazel eyes. Katherine is five-eight and has a voluptuous buxom figure bordering on plump; a contrast to Mandy's trim and petite one. 

Her brown hair was styled in a neat short blunt ear length bob with short straight bangs. 

Katherine was dressed professionally like a doctor, wearing her white lab coat gray slacks. She was to give Sarah a physical and compile a medical history. In addition, Katherine will be drew blood for lab work because I intend to put Sarah on birth control pills. 

While Katherine was giving Sarah her physical, Mandy styled her Mistress's hair in a chignon. Minerva was to attend a Tribunal; that being a formal trial of the Sanctorum. 

She was specifically summoned to be sitting in judgment on a Master for trying to sell one of his women to an outsider. Minerva advised me that she will be out of state for the next five days and would be taking Mandy with her to attend to her needs.

The doctor that Katherine works for was on vacation for two weeks and the Clinic was closed. Minerva made arrangements to have Katherine and Mandy's small apartment painted and new carpet put down. Minerva is a very well organized and efficient woman and always makes full use of her time and money. 

"I know it's an imposition, Michael, but will you please let Katherine stay with you while I am gone? She has allergies to fresh paint and the new carpet. This will give the apartment time to air out thoroughly. 

I think you will enjoy having her stay with you. Katherine has a very analytical mind and I know you enjoy playing chess. I will be very surprised if you can win one game against her. As a matter of fact, I will bet you a dinner at Salvatore's that you lose every game." 

"I will take that bet Minerva, and will be happy to have her; so enjoy your trip" and I was thinking 'I certainly will be enjoying this buxom beauty.' 

After her physical, Sarah was given her bras, socks, panties and black leotards. She tried on several pair of Nikes. Katherine left to return the others and get one extra pair in Sarah correct size while Minerva went to check on Sarah's new hairstyle and start more training. 

"Did Mandy leave you with makeup to practice with?" Minerva asked while stroking Sarah's freshly made curls. 

"Yes Mistress and thank you for my clothing." 

"It is about time you remember your manners" Minerva stated, as she stroked Sarah's face with the riding crop.

"I will be gone five days and Katherine will be staying with your Master. You will be provided with a jump rope and exercise mat. Your diet will be modified to include more proteins. When I'm gone you will 10 lbs otherwise I will beat you. 

After being with Katherine, Master Michael will probably lose all interest in you. Katherine is an educated woman. I'm sure we can come to some financial arrangement. You will begin with the stretching exercise I will show you followed by jumping rope.................

AFTER MINERVA AND MANDY LEFT for the airport, I helped Katherine carry her luggage and makeup case upstairs. I gave her my Van keys with more than enough cash for the grocery list and then sent her shopping. 

As she was leaving I said "If there is anything special you would like to eat, by all means purchase it. If you want desert, be prepared to win two out of three games of chess and be warned, I am a competent chess player........."

I FOUND SARAH skipping rope. I sat down and watched her for a while before calling her to sit down next to me on the couch and this time Sarah put her head on my chest snuggling close. 

"From this point on when we are alone you have permission to speak if you have a question or concern. 

"May I have permission to speak freely, Master?" 

"Yes you may." 

"I can never go back now. I don't want to go back. My brother will never take me back. I will be shunned. Mandy and Katherine seem so free and it is hard to explain, except to say that they are so feminine. They seem so happy to be owned." 

"They are happy because they have totally submitted, Sarah, and they are secure in their femininity in ways few women will ever experience. How many husbands do you suppose put forth such time and effort to totally know their wives." 

"Will I be like them?" Sarah asked. 

"You are like them. While I am holding you, your nipples are hard as we speak, am I right little Lady?" 

"Yes Master." Sarah replied as she snuggled closer. 

"Are you horny my pretty girl?" 

"Yes Master, do you want to fuck me?" 

Sarah, don't use that word?" 

"I just want to please you, Master." 

"Then don't be vulgar because I would prefer that you say make love to me. I will not be crude and vulgar with you no matter how angry, well almost never and after I'll regret it. I expect you to speak and comport yourself as like a Lady when we are out in public together because as my companion and lover I will always treat you like one. 

I left a basin of hot water and a washcloth on the stairs, please go and get it."

"Here it is Master" she said returning. 

"You may wash my manhood, pretty girl.........that is right, do it gently and take your time. Thank you, I think it's clean enough. Did you notice how Mandy did it?" 

"Yes Master do you want me to.... what word do you want me to use?" 

"May I pleasure you is fine. You need to concentrate and listen so show me what you have learned............Yes that's right, lick the entire shaft................Marvelous. Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip....yes that's the way to do it feels wonderful. Do a combination of both.....very good.

Start sucking, good..........yes.... that's it...watch your teeth" I warned, gently cuffing her head. 

Very satisfied, I just lay back on the couch with my hands buried in Sarah's curls until I exploded in her mouth. 

"That was very nice for your first attempt at fellatio. You may hug or touch me on your own if you like, I won't break." 

Sarah lay back against me with her head on my shoulder and I put my arms around her waist. She put her hands on mine and left them there.

"You notice that I keep my privates shaved. There is a story behind that I may tell you someday. Suffice to say many women prefer it during oral for obvious reasons and they certainly are more willing. I too like the clean and fresh feeling of it."

"I have read a few erotic slavery novels and you don't talk or act like Master's in them" Sarah observed. 

"How do they talk, my lady?" 

"Well for one, the Masters never say my dear or say please or call you a lady. They generally just curse, beat and abuse their women." 

"Those are just stories and fiction while this is for real. Don't ever equate kindness and politeness with weakness Sarah because like all men I can be a bastard when I have to be."

"I am not complaining Master" 

"I aware of that so I'll tell you something else as Michael to Sarah; We'll put Master and slave aside; they are merely tiles between you and me. They will be in the background in our everyday life as you will soon see. I truly want to share my life with you and make you happy. You are worth more to me than all the money in the world, Sarah. 

I will never share you with anyone. I will protect you and treasure you......Close your eyes and get ready to kiss me." I took a Hershey's Kiss my pocket and pushed it into her mouth. 

"Now you will taste like chocolate when I kiss you. Take everything off don't touch yourself. I will pleasure you with first with my fingers and then my mouth and tongue........excellent... Now kiss me, marvelous, you taste like chocolate..... You must tell me what you want, Sarah and I will be careful with my teeth.

Soon I had her begging for my touch and sweet release ....."Oh, Please Michael. I'm mean Master I'm sorry Master oh please let me come, your horny little slaves begs to let her come. Stroke my flower... please.... Just like that...put your tongue deeper in there.......lick harder....oh, that feels so good, I'll be so good...I'm coming... I want to, suck on it again...kiss me, please, kiss me, Master..............." 

I teased her bringing her to the brink several times and backing away until.....and Sarah's orgasm was incredible. After she came she just collapsed against me, softly crying. I held her until she stopped and kissed away every tear, pleased that she let my name slip in the heat of passion. 

"I want you to keep me. I want to stay here with you. I will do anything you say, Master. I know I am not as smart as Katherine. I don't own a business like Mandy but I can cook and will clean your house and you will see that I can be anything you want me to be."

"Are you afraid of me, Sarah?"

"Yes, Master, but somehow I trust you too. I can't explain why except to say I can tell by how you hold me and I want to believe what you say.....I do believe you. I came so close to asking you to help me leave the during the last month of October. I was wanted to drive away from you and not look back. "

"You must listen to Mistress Minerva and prove she is wrong about you. You must work extra hard. I have some books on beauty and makeup for you to read in your spare time. Katherine will help you with that although Mandy is the expert in this regard." 

"I promise I will not disappoint you, Master. I must exercise now with your permission of course. May I have a hot shower after please? 

"We'll see.............."

AFTER KATHERINE RETURNED from her shopping trip and put the groceries away we played chess until 4:00 PM and Minerva is right; I lost three out of five and greatly enjoyed myself. I would like to think that this sexy and earthy woman distracted me but this is not the case. 

She is a much better player than me although I noticed a couple of tells. When Katherine is attacking she sometimes makes a loose fist before the move and while defending touches her forehead before moving the piece. 

She was warned to play her best or I would secure her to the pole for the night. Katherine's mannerisms very feminine and she would be a delight to own. 

I left Katherine in the living room reading poetry. I went to the kitchen to prepare Sarah's meal while she showered in the bathroom across from the kitchen. Sarah sat at the kitchen table with me to a meal of grilled chicken breast and steamed broccoli, carrots and brown rice for dinner. I was very generous with her vegetable portions, a special treat for hard day of exercise. 




Amish No More Ch. 01



After she ate Sarah picked up the kitchen, rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher as I taught her. She trusted me enough to take some initiative. We shared a small pot of jasmine tea. Sarah was very excited about receiving her makeup mirror and makeup. I encouraged her to talk and ask questions. 

"Master are you going to have my ears pierced?" 

"Do you want to have your ears pierced, Sarah?"

"I've always wanted to have them pierced. Katherine says she has stainless steel posts in her medical bag." 

"Is that so? What else does Katherine say?" 

"Katherine explained everything about my birth control pills and she says I am very healthy. She thinks that you are handsome and loves your big house. She adores my haircut and wishes her hair was as long as mine."

"I intend to have your ears pierced, Sarah. I will also have Katherine pierce your clitoral hood to have a permanent 2 gauge 14kt gold bead ring inserted to stimulate your clitoris when you walk; particularly when I add the dandling gold balls to it. 

"Yes, Master."

"We will talk again in the morning." 

"May I pleasure you again, Master?" 

"No, but I like the way that you asked this time, your choice of words. Get some sleep; you have exercised enough for today. Good night, my pretty girl."

Good night, Master." I sent her to the basement and was thinking 'Sarah is coming along just fine and she will be willingly sharing my bed sooner than I thought. I can't decide if I'm lucky or blessed but I'll take both.....fate perhaps. Maybe my amateur profile about her and her background is a factor. There is no doubt that I am assured admittance to the Sanctorum at the next Gathering a year from January.................... 

KATHERINE WAS WAITING curled up with a copy of "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman. 

"The shrimp is getting cold in the refrigerator, Master Michael along with a fresh bowl of homemade cocktail sauce. I made it spicy, I hope you like things a little hot" She said, smiling. "I will put the steaks in the broiler for us as soon as the shrimp are well chilled." 

"Very good, I am going to take a nap until dinner is ready, give me a least an half an hour. Set the dining room table with the good Sunday dishes from the dining room china cabinet. The linen and the good silver are in the drawers and don't forget the good crystal............."

WE SHARED A COUPLE BOTTLES of Alamos Pinot Noir 2002 a nice red wine of moderate price during dinner. The dessert was New York Cheese Cake with fresh blueberries. I asked about her profession during dinner and we made small talk. I drank sparingly and mostly listened as the wine loosened her tongue. I found out Katherine loves poetry and the only time she reads it is at work. 

Minerva does not approve. What a shame she discourages this harmless intellectual pleasure. I will keep this bit of information to myself. It is a minor infraction at best and I certainly don't want Katherine punished. 

I did give her permission to be herself and because of this I assumed a certain degree of confidentiality. As I have said before, I have my own methods. As is my preference and as a prelude to foreplay, I showered with Katherine. 

While her hair was still wet, I combed it straight back away from her face, tucking the sides behind her ears. While she stood admiring her reflection in the mirror, I stepped behind her and kissed and licked her neck and ears while caressing her curvaceous buttocks. 

What a shame your hair isn't longer, Katherine for I would like to see you with a ponytail" Katherine sighed not commenting "Sarah's will eventually be allowed to grow her hair much longer and her present style and length is transitional. 

Minerva suggested that I cut it much shorter, like Mandy's. I believe that bangs suit Sarah very well. You would be beautiful with or without and if I owned you I would prefer your hair much longer. But in keeping with your professional image I would require you to keep it pinned up work."

This brought a smile to Katherine's face, as I knew it would. She turned and put her arms around my neck kissing my lips. 

"It would be wonderful if you would buy me from Minerva. Mandy and I talked about you briefly so I know I can trust you to keep a confidence. I'm sure you've considered that. I will trust you will not to tell her Minerva what I let slip about poetry, but a girl can dream can't I?" 

Katherine was quite perceptive in concluding that I will remain silent. 

But I couldn't afford her then, even if I was a member of the Sanctorum.

If I could afford Katherine, I doubt Minerva will sell her to me. I do know Minerva is fond of them; she does have a soft side. Of the two women Katherine is the most complex. Intellectually, Katherine is Minerva's equal or mine for that matter. She was holding back during our chess games as not to appear too smart. 

It will be a pleasure to explore Katherine's complexities. For the present, as long as she trusts me and is forthcoming, her perspectives about her Mistress is invaluable. 

"King takes Queen.... or shall I say the King shall romance the Queen in the Royal bed chamber; wait for me there. We have five days to checkmate one another. You know where my bedroom is; please wait for me.

I know you deliberately let me win and don't ever let that happen again; I enjoy an intellectual challenge and I will never be a better player if I don't lose from one who is better than me............" 

I WENT TO MY STUDY and locked the door behind me going to the wall-to-wall bookcase on the east wall to push the hidden catch. This allowed one side to swing inward revealing a hidden room and entering I closed the door behind me. 

My entire house has concealed fiber optic cameras and microphones in every room. I installed them after my divorce when I discovered the unfinished hidden room quite by accident when running cable. 

Perhaps you think me paranoid? Some would say paranoia is merely heightened awareness and I am one of them. I refined this hidden room and installed these cameras and microphones all through the property to keep busy and for my own amusement; and as you will see later on, they turned out to be invaluable. 

This is the Master control room that monitors the entire property. The dummy room is hidden in the basement and Minerva knows everything about the dummy one. It is functional but limited while this secret one will override everything. 

It requires a retinal scan here to activate the system or specific voice activation with a password. To Minerva's knowledge there are only cameras in the basement and outside perimeter. That is all that she needs to know. I have a friend whose land is adjacent to mine and while I own 20 acres, David has at least 1400 acres more. 

I purchased most of my furniture from David, as he deals in the unusual and the unique and most importantly, David is discreet, a most desirable quality in a friend. 

On occasion, when David goes out of town for any length of time, I will keep an eye on his property and I also will care for his dog, Socrates. Socrates and I have a unique relationship, I let him out to do his business and I feed him while Socrates mostly ignores me. 

David is a very private person and I always call before I go to visit. I attended his wedding with Minerva as my date and we danced every dance. But aside from emergencies I will always call first, out of respect.

My primary occupation is Electrical Engineering and I'm an inventor holding multiple patents. I own a small business employing six people installing complete security systems of my own design. 

I have a natural aptitude with computers and will build and incorporate them into the client's security systems. My clients are very wealthy and value discretion. In trade for installing David's security system, he remodeled the library containing the hidden room. It is now almost impossible to find the hidden catch. My library study now has floor to ceiling bookcases and cabinets built into all four walls.

In addition to my security business, I have another business that manufactures stun guns and tasers. They are all for government and police contracts and none of these products are available to the public. They are all state of the art and my designs as well. 

I gave one to David awhile back, although I have no idea what he will do with it nor did I ask. David and Laura are most proficient with firearms and then there is always Socrates to keep trespassers away. 

There is no schematic drawing for the one I used on Sarah. I custom built it for me and the plans are in my head as are those for my security system. 

The double quad core processor chips used in my computer's security system will not be released for sale for another 5 years. After I ran a diagnostic on the system, I joined Katherine in the bedroom................... 

WE PICKED UP WHERE we left off in the bathroom. I made Katherine get on her hands and knees on the bed and entered her from behind. My instincts about her are correct; Katherine enjoys having intercourse in this position. 

She begged me to pull her hair while I was banging her. She likes it hard and fast and is capable of multiple orgasms. Actually Katherine likes intercourse in any position as long as it was a little on the rough side. Nonetheless she wanted to cuddle and talk about poetry before we went to sleep............... 

KATHERINE WAS UP EARLY to prepare a hearty breakfast of sourdough pancakes, pork sausages and hot coffee. "Do you want me to bring Sarah her breakfast Michael?" 

"We will eat first and you may prepare Sarah's breakfast and bring it to her. Afterwards I am going outside for a couple of hours to cut some wood. I have four cords done so far and hope to get three more cut and stacked for the season." 

"Do you want me to help you?"

That won't be necessary I need the exercise. Pick up around the house and then relax."

I lost track of the time and was outside for most of the morning. When I returned, I found that Katherine had dusted and vacuumed my entire house. She greeted me at the door, assuming the position and she was fresh from the shower. Her wet hair was combed straight back. It was tucked behind her ears and was shiny with hair gel. 

Katherine was wearing a red teddy. She had put on her makeup and was wearing blood red lipstick. I like this look on some women and for Katherine in particular. 

You may stand slave girl, give your Master a kiss." 

Katherine put her arms around my neck and complied with great enthusiasm. 

"That was quite a work out and I'm soaked with perspiration. I must smell terrible."

"You smell wonderful, Master."

"Don't you want me to shower first?" 

"No, I love the smell of clean sweat." 

Katherine put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips long and deep "Do you like my hair, Michael?" 

"Get down on your hands and knees and I will show you how much I like your hair." 

I did her doggie-style right there on the floor the way that she liked it, fast and hard, slapping her ass. Afterwards I made her clean me with her mouth. 

"Assume the position.... very nice. I'm going to take a shower and then we will have lunch................"

WHEN WE WENT DOWNSTAIRS Sarah surprised me having changed into red leotards. We brought Sarah her makeup mirror and makeup along with her noon meal. After Sarah ate, she and Katherine took turns skipping rope and then did aerobic exercises together. 

The girls had worked up quite a sweat trying to outdo one another at jump rope and I suggested that they shower together while I watched. They soaped each other down washing and conditioning each other's hair and drying themselves off. 

Then they spent half-an-hour doing their makeup. I noticed Katherine enjoyed brushing and french braiding Sarah's hair. Katherine then pierced Sarah's ears and gave her simple stainless ball posts for now. When they finished, I sat in the middle of the living room couch and called them over amazed how well Sarah was adapting. 

With one slave girl on either side, I announced "We are going to have a kissing contest and there are two pieces of cheesecake with blueberries in the fridge. The best kisser will get a piece and I the other." 

Having two women on a couch trying to outdo one another, well.... this is one experience every man should enjoy at least once in a lifetime. Knowing what is good for me I declared the contest a tie and they each had a piece........................ 

KATHERINE AND SARAH spent a great deal of time together during those 5 days and they seemed to get along together just fine. Katherine's gentle influence encouraged and taught Sarah more of the etiquette of the slaves as mandated by the Sanctorum correcting the nonsense she may have read about in erotic fiction. Katherine's natural sexuality also helped Sarah be more at ease with her with her own. 

Sarah had another woman's perspective and having an exercise partner was another bonus. I used their exercise time split wood plus it gave Katherine a chance to read poetry to her heart's content. 

On our last evening together, Katherine and I were sitting together on the couch sharing a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot. Katherine again told me something about Minerva that is quite insightful. 

I had always assumed that Minerva was bi-sexual. Minerva enjoyed the power and prestige of being a Mistress, a dominant. Katherine and Mandy were for the most part a source of income and a status symbol. 

Not that Minerva mistreated them; they were more like unpaid servants for life. Minerva preferred the company of men and she saw many until she met me. This was a puzzle; if Minerva preferred males why have female slaves? These were not questions that I could just come out and ask her. I needed Minerva's support to enter the Sanctorum and in any case it was none of my business. 

When Minerva returned she was very pleased with Sarah's progress. I gladly took her out to dinner at Salvatore's twice. Once for losing our bet about chess and the other because we both craved Salvatore's veal Marsala..................... 

AFTER THREE MONTHS PASSED Sarah was very tone and trim. She has her own bedroom she decorated with items from piles of catalogs or from the internet. 

Yes, Mandy came once a month for Sarah's waxes and trims however other than a hug or kiss from Mandy that was it; Sarah had me all to herself. 

As I promised I had her clitoral hood pierced for the 2 gauge 14kt gold bead ring with the dandling gold balls. 

On the weekends we cook together. Sarah doesn't hesitate to hug and kiss me now for any reason and she loves to slow dance with me. On the weekends she wears colorful dresses. 

Sarah normally wears leotards around the house. They hug her contours and show off her beautiful figure. The leotards are a constant reminder for Sarah to maintain her optimum weight through diet and exercise. 

ON OUR SIXTH MONTH together I put a calendar on the corkboard by the telephone. On the last day of this mentioned month I will make love to her for the first time and Sarah will share my bed permanently. 

Sarah marked an X on the colander to record the passing days. The day finally arrived and I failed to qualify beforehand exactly what time it would begin. 

At exactly 12:01 AM, I was asleep when Sarah got into bed with me and gently nudged me awake. 

"What do you think you are doing, Sarah?" I asked sleepily. 

"You said I may share your bed and I have been good, Master" Sarah snuggled closer, sighing with contentment. 

"Do you realize what time it is?" 

"It is the last day of the month and exactly one minute into the day according to your atomic alarm clock. Are you angry with me?" 

"No, technically you are right and it is the next day and I did promise" I replied, putting my arms around her. 

"Are you going to make love to me now?" She asked kissing my chest. 

"Later my Princess, it's time to sleep now."

"Oh" Sarah sighed disappointed. 

"But you have been good, my pretty girl and that deserves a reward. You may address me by my first name when it is appropriate which is pretty much always. Will that satisfy you until morning, Sarah?"

"No, Michael, I can't wait until later this morning" Sarah kissed my lips and snuggled closer "Unless I hear the rest of our poem, but you must start at the beginning."

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure, Sarah. 

Oh, brown eyes with long black lashes, young brown eyes, depths of night from which there flashes. Lightning as of summer skies, beautiful brown eyes! In your veiled mysterious splendor passion lies sleeping, but with sudden tender dreams that fill with vague surmise, beautiful brown eyes. All my soul, with yearning shaken, Asks in sighs-- who will see your heart awaken, love's divine sunrise in those young brown yes."

"Will you just hold me, Michael?"

"Yes, now please let me sleep." 

"No not yet.......Michael, Michael, Michael; there I said it. I'll go to sleep now."

"I have surprises for you in the morning" and when I did, she seemed to melt into me as if we are one.....she fell asleep before I did................. 

THE ALARM WAS SET to go off at 7:00 AM. I woke up instead to Sarah's sweet kisses on my face. 

"Did you sleep well, Michael? Do you want me to prepare your breakfast? May we make love now?" I love you Michael." 

"Yes very well indeed; especially with you in bed beside me. I love you too Sarah. I first knew I loved you when you stole my heart in October with your poem. We'll be going out for breakfast but first a surprise followed by more surprises. Are you well rested my love." 

"Yes Michael, thank you for asking. I've never eaten in a restaurant before."

"I am sure you'll enjoy the experience, but first things first. Tell me what you want, little lady."

"I want to feel you inside of me and I want you to suck on my breasts." 

"What else do you want?" I asked stroking her moist flower with my fingers.

"I want to lick your cock and suck on it." 

"Tell me who I am Sarah?" 

"You are my Michael and I love you." 

"Are you sure you are ready Sarah? 

"Yes, Michael" she answered almost breathlessly "I love you and have been saving myself for the man I'd love someday....you." 

"Very well, Princess, lie down on your back and take it like a woman because I'm going to take you like a man." 

I knew she was a little nervous, well maybe more than a little nervous as I know her so well. I kissed her face and behind her ears, working his way down her neck kissing to the base of her throat, returning to her ears, licking and nibbling on the lobs "Are you sure?"I whispered.

"Yes" she whispered, "please, Michael," I silenced her kissing her sweet lips my tongue seeking hers. I began kissing and licking Sarah all over, especially her breasts; licking and sucking, tasting and probing the plump flower of her womanhood. 

Sarah's head was thrown back and her eyes closed shut...my god she is so beautiful to me. I could feel the moistness between her legs flowing anew as I worked my way down to her stomach before finally arriving to that final destination. 

Sarah was caressing his back and shoulders feeling the muscles moving underneath my skin. "Mm, I can smell you, Sarah my love; I can smell the sweet honey of your flower that I tasted mere seconds ago; last chance"

Sarah's wet flower welcomed my cock as I entered her slowly and carefully. There was some resistance and I felt some pressure as I slowly pushed harder. 

She felt a momentary twinge of pain and the final resistance of her virginity conquered as my cock filled her entire uterus with my balls caressing the lips of her flower. 

I made love to her slowly and gently at first, my cadence and thrusts increasing in force as my orgasm was rising. Sarah's hips were gyrating as she thrust forward to welcome my cock, slowly at first and then frantically thrashing as she moaned and squirmed, timing her orgasm with mine as I pumped my rich, creamy seed deep into her flower, our orgasms mere seconds apart.