This story is long and it is my first attempt. I edited to make it an easier read. Let me know how you like it.

Accidental Master pt 1 (edited)

I was in a hurry to get home. I was out of food and needed to stock up on beer and snacks before the game started.

Just as I was grabbing a case of beer from the cooler I heard a woman scream “Oh my God!” I turned around to see what was happening, only to see this beautiful woman kneeling on the ground in front of me and grabbing for my leg. I tried to step back from her, thinking she must have dropped something, or be in pain, but once she had a hold on my leg, she wasn’t about to let go.

“Master!” she cried out.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, warily looking around.

She shook her head as if she were trying to clear it. Then she looked up. When she did, I was treated to the brightest blue eyes that I had ever seen. “What have you done to me?” she asked, her frightened face was showing a great deal of pain. She seemed to struggle to get the words out.

By now, I was more than a little freaked out. I mean, I was born and raised in the South and nobody says Master anymore!

“Please tell me what you did to me Master!” she cried out again.

“Please be quiet.” I said, not wanting to draw attention to the situation. “I didn’t do anything to you. I’ve never seen you before in my life.” And that’s when it got really strange.

She looked up at me like she was going to say something else, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out. Then the panicked look in her eyes got a lot worse. Something was nagging me about the whole situation. Here was a very attractive young woman, kneeling on the floor at my feet, her skirt had ridden up her thighs and exposed two very nice legs. There was the hint of stockings underneath. She had called me “Master”.

About then I noticed that she had pulled out a pen and a note pad out of her purse and was furiously writing on it. I stepped close and she handed me the paper. It read, “I am not crazy but something has happened to me so that I can’t speak.” Then she grabbed it back and wrote something else on it. When she handed it back it read, “You told me to be quiet. Now I can’t speak. Please, humor me and tell me I can talk again Master.”

I looked at her and noticed she was on the verge of tears. Then she bent down and placed her forehead on the toe of my shoe.

Not knowing what else to do, I leaned over and said, “You may talk, but only if you promise to keep your voice down.”

She looked up and with trepidation in her eyes, opened her mouth and very quietly said “Thank you Master.”

“Why are you calling me Master?” I asked her. “I don’t know you do I?”

“No, Master, we have never met.” I noticed that now she was crying as she spoke quietly to me.”I don’t know what is happening. I have never had anything like this happen before, but I was just walking down the aisle, thinking about what to get myself for dinner. Then I glanced up and saw you and felt this need. All of a sudden there was a terrible pain in my head and I had to come over and kneel down.”

I was convinced that she was crazy, but I wanted to know more.

Whatever it was, she continued. “Master, I am sorry for the discomfort this is causing you. I have tried not to call you Master, but I can’t seem to say anything else. And I don’t know your name.” She sobbed and placed her forehead on the ground. “I must seem insane.”

Not knowing what else to do, I knelt down beside her. “My name is Andrew. Listen, why don’t you stand up. We’ll finish our shopping and then we’ll go outside and talk about this, alright?”

She nodded, the relief apparent on her face. “Yes, Master. That would be wonderful.”

I stood back up and held out my hand to her to help her stand up. When she touched my hand, an electric shock that ran through me. I jerked my hand which caused her to slip and fall into me, I fell backwards over the case of beer I had placed on the floor. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor with my head in a woman’s lap, her long brown hair falling down around her face and mine and she was crying and caressing my face.

“What happened Kim?” I asked. Then I remembered what had happened and started to get up.

When I tried to move, she grabbed me. “How did you know my name and what did you do to me Master?” she asked quietly with a frightened look in her eyes, causing her bright blue eyes to go wide.

Her question was a good one. How did I know her name? I thought back again, looking at her face and trying to remember if we had ever met before.

“First stop calling me Master.” I said to her rather harshly as I pulled away from her and started to stand.

“I don’t know how I know your name. I didn’t do anything to you, and to the best of my knowledge we have never met.” I grabbed my case of beer and started to walk away, not even looking back at her to see if she was following me. I thought she might just go away. With the shock that had knocked me out and then her reactions when I woke up, I had to figure this out.

I quickly paid for the beer and snack food and then headed out to my car. I wanted to get home in order to get there in time for kick off.

As I was walking out to my car, I heard someone running up behind me and as I turned, I saw Kim running to catch up to me. She was clutching her head with her hands. She was saying something but I couldn’t tell what it was over the traffic noise from the highway. “Please wait, oh God, please wait Master.” She was repeating over and overI noticed as she got closer. “Please, just let me talk to you for a minute.”

I waited and she still sprinted the last few yards and threw herself at my feet.

“Please wait. Something happened to me when you left Master. I got this terrible pain in my head and the further away you got, the worse the pain was. I was screaming, but all that came out was this quiet voice.”

“Let go of me and stand up.” I replied somewhat angrily. “What do you want from me?”

“Master, I am so sorry this is causing you distress.” She sobbed. “I don’t know what is happening to me. I must be going insane.” And with that, she broke down and cried, large tears pouring from her.

Now I knew at that instant that I could walk away and know that she was going to go to a mental hospital or jail, or I could try to help her. For a moment, just a moment, I thought about leaving her there, letting the police deal with her. But then again I figured she would follow me anyway. So best I can do is just deal with whatever was going on. Besides, what would it be like to have a slave, someone who was compelled to carry out your every command? I looked at this poor woman who was crying with her head bowed and in great distress, so of course I decided to try and help her.

“Stop crying and stand up. I promise to stay here until we can figure out what is happening, Kim” I said.

To my amazement that is exactly what she did. It was as if someone turned off a switch in her brain and she was no longer crying. She stood up and brushed herself off, and tried to fix her stockings which were obviously ruined from her dive at my feet.

It had dawned on me. She had once again done exactly what I had said. And how did I know her name? “Is your name Kim?” I asked.

“Yes Master. How do you know that?” she replied.

“I have no idea.” I answered. “I want to try something. I am going to give you a command and I want you to try and resist following it, alright?”

She nodded. “I will try Master, but it hurts terribly when I try to resist you.”

“Give me your purse.” I commanded. I could tell that she was trying not to do as I said. She was clenching her jaw, squinting her eyes and holding her head with one hand, but her arm was sliding the straps off her shoulder and slowly handing her purse to me, a stranger.

Finally, I reached out to take her purse from her. When I did, her skin again touched mine and I felt a small shock. Suddenly I knew that she lived just a few blocks from me and that she worked as a clerk for one of the federal appellate courts while she went to law school.

I didn’t look through her purse, though I could have. She let go of it and just looked at me as I held it.

“Here, take it back.” I said to her, handing her purse back. “I don’t know what is going on, but I am going to test you a little further.”

She looked at me for a second “How Master?” she asked.

“I am going to tell you to do something that you would not do. Are you ready?”

“Yes Master, I am scared.” she replied. I could sense the fear in her.

“Give me all the money in your purse.” I said snidely, If she was bound to me somehow, she would not be able to give up money.

She nodded, though she didn’t look happy, and reached into her purse, withdrew her wallet and handed me several hundred dollars in cash. “I stopped by the ATM when I went into the store. I was getting cash for the week. Master.” She said by way of explanation as to why she had so much cash on her.

I decided to surprise her with another command. “Take off your skirt.” I told her suddenly.

“Oh my God,what do you…” she started to say, until she realized that she was undoing the button on the side of her skirt, pulling down the zipper and letting her skirt fall down around her boots. It wasn’t very nice of me, but I made her stand like that for a few minutes. “I am sorry Master.” she said with her head bowed.

I admired her body. She had on thigh high stockings and black lacy underwear that hid nothing. Her pussy was shaved bare, and her thighs and ass were even shapelier than her skirt had hinted at. Her blouse fell down and covered most of her so that she could have passed for having a really short skirt under it. I told her to hand me her skirt.

“Yes, Master.” She nodded as she handed me her skirt. “I figured that would be your command. The money surprised me, but I can understand why you chose that as well.”

“It’s just to test you.” I replied. “Are you a law clerk and going to law school?” I asked her next.

She got this really strange look in her eyes and slowly nodded her head. “How did you know that Master?” she asked.

“Whenever I touch you, I get a shock and when that passes, I know things about you. I know it sounds crazy, but that is what happened in the store when I fell over backwards. That’s how I knew your name. And just a minute ago,when I touched you, I knew that you were a law clerk for a federal judge and that you were a law student at Wake Forest.”

She looked at me strangely and skeptically.

“Look, it is no stranger than you dropping to your knees in the middle of the grocery store and suddenly calling me Master is it?” I said.

“Unless you did something to me to make me call you Master.” She replied, her fear was just under the surface of her voice. 

“Somehow you are bonded to me. Neither one of us seems very happy about the situation here. I would say forget that any of this ever happened and good bye, but I don’t think I can now can I?” I said, waiting for her to speak. I was starting to get a hard on having to look at this very good looking woman standing in front of me half dressed.

“I don’t think so Master. When you walked away from me in the store I thought my head was going to explode from the pain. Please can I have my skirt back?”

“No, not until we figure out what we are going to do. Consider it another test.” I said

“Then, can we get in your car? I am getting a little cold out here. Or we can get in mine?” she asked.

“Fine. Get in.” I said, popping the lock and opening the door before walking around to the other side and getting in myself. “Take your bra off.” I said suddenly, wanting to see if she would still obey me.

“I hope you are enjoying this.” She said angrily. “Just like a man to wanta cheap thrill.” Suddenly she grabbed her head and moaned with pain, almost a scream even. Then she grabbed the door handle and opened it, throwing up all over the ground but luckily not getting any in the car.

“Stop, Stop, I will take it off! Please take the pain away!” she screamed, still holding her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Master!”

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Are you alright?”

“My head feels like it did in the store when you walked away, only worse.” She cried, her finger fumbling with her blouse as she unbuttoned it to get her bra off. A moment later she shrugged off her blouse and bra and handed them both to me.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Master?” she asked with her head bowed.

When I said that she was beautiful earlier, I was wrong. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe the woman that was sitting in my car, topless and wearing nothing but boots, stockings, and lacy panties. She looked like a model right out of a Playboy magazine. Her breasts were perfect, at least to me. Not too big, but more than ample for her frame, probably a C cup, and her light brown nipples were hard and erect and dimpled. Her skin was lightly tanned with no tan lines.

I realized I was staring when she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face, a slight smile on her face. “Are you alright, Master?” she asked, her amusement apparent in her tone.

I shook my head and shifted in my seat, smiling back. “Yes, I am fine. Here,” I said as I handed her blouse back to her, “Put this back on until we figure out what we are going to do. I won’t be able to think clearly with you sitting there like that.”

“Yes Master.” She said, smiling and slipping her blouse back on. “Master?” she began, “When I try to refuse you, or when you move away from me, I seem to get a terrible pain in my head. I don’t enjoy being sick. So, can we go to my house or yours, and eat some dinner? Maybe can talk and experiment and figure out what we are going to do.”

“That’s fine, but there is a football game on right now that I want to see, so unless you have a large screen TV, let’s go to my house.”

She smiled. “I love football Master, and I go to most of the Wake Forest games.

“What about your car?” I asked.

“It will be fine here. If it gets stolen, the more power to whoever gets it. I only drive a crappy car since I have to drive downtown everyday, that way, when it gets door dings or stolen, I haven’t really lost anything Master.

A few minutes later I pulled the car into the garage. I was relieved to see that no one had decided to come over to watch the game. It was tough enough to accept Kim’s presence myself, much less try to explain it to someone else.

“Come on in and make yourself at home.” I said to her as I closed the garage door and headed into the house with the groceries. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV while I put the beer in the fridge, pulling out a cold one for myself and Kim.

At the sight of Kim on my couch, with her legs curled up under her and her nipples tenting her shirt soon had my mind wandering. I thought about commanding her to take off her blouse, but I managed to control myself. Nevertheless, we did manage to watch the game.

“So what would you like for dinner? I thought we could order some takeout and open a bottle of wine.” I said.

“I love Italian food and there is this great little Italian place that that has takeout service, Master.” she replied.

“Italian it is then!” I replied, dialing the number she gave me since I already knew what I was going to order. “What do you want to eat?”

“Master, I would like to have the lasagna.” she replied.

After ordering I said, “Now, while we wait, let’s see if we can figure out what is going on with us.”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot while we watched the game Master. I have even tried to say your name, but when I try to say anything other than Master, the pain in my head starts.”

I looked her in the eye and said, “Call me Andrew.”

“Yes Andrew, Master.” She replied and then hung her head and balled up her fists. “That didn’t really help Master, but I appreciate you trying.” she said when she looked back up.

“Do not call me Master.” I said to her again. I watched as she started to smile, then she grabbed her head and fell to the floor and started screaming in pain.

“Call me Master!” I quickly yelled at her and within seconds her screaming stopped.

“Please,” she said quietly as she tried to catch her breath, “don’t ever do that again. Please Master, promise me.”

I knelt down beside her and started to pick her up, but when I touched the bare skin of her arm, that electric sensation once again flowed through her to me and suddenly I knew things about her friends and family. Everything personal about her.
I knew the bonding was comlete.

When I opened my eyes, I was the one laying on the floor and Kim was kneeling over me.

She was crying and softly saying “Master” as she caressed my face. The way she was leaning over me, her hair once again fell down around us and I could see her breasts as her shirt gaped open. 

“If I am going to get shocked every time I touch you, we are going to have a problem.” I said quietly, watching her face light up as she heard my voice.
“Oh Master, I am so relieved. What is happening to you when you touch me?” she asked.

“It seems that when I touch you, I gain knowledge about you. For instance, I now know that you went to Forsyth Country Day School and your mom’s name is Denise.”
I took it one step further, ” I know everything about you Kim. You are compltely bonded to me.” Even I was frightened when I said that.

Her eyes widened and she looked scared, but she nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised at anything you told me at this point Master.” She said. Then she stood and helped me get to my feet and we settled onto the couch. Kim touched me again and nothing happened.

“You are right Master. I am drawn to you even more now than ever. I feel it! I am yours completely now.”

Just then the doorbell rang and Angela jumped up to get it. “I’ll get it Master, it is the least I can do for you.” She said as she grabbed her purse.

For a second, I felt sorry for the delivery guy who was going to get an eyeful with her outfit of long white blouse, stockings and black boots. Once again I found myself staring at her as she walked down the hall and toward the front door. When she was around the corner, I came back to my senses and after adjusting my pants, I headed into the kitchen to get some plates and to open a bottle of wine.

When Kim returned, I had set the small table in my kitchen, lit a couple of candles and poured us each a glass of red wine.

Kim smiled when she saw the table. She set the food on the counter and came over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I froze for a second, I felt nothing except the softness of her lips and the warmth of her breath.

She kneeled and bowed her head. “That was very forward of me Master, I just wanted you to know that was very sweet of you.” She said softly. Then she looked at me and said, “May I get up and eat with you Master?”

I smiled, nodded my head, and started opening boxes and serving plates with food. Angela sat down at the table, making a show of crossing her legs as she slid into her seat.

“Here’s to making the most of interesting situations!’ I toasted, holding up my wine glass to her.

She smiled and met my toast and then said, “Master, may I ask you something?”

“Sure, I will try to answer anything.” I replied between bites of the delicious food and wine.

“Well, and I have never met you before, but I am surprised by you. I am certain that most men would have had me in bed and made me perform all kinds of sexual acts by now, but the worst you have made me do is take off some clothing.”

“Don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind.” I replied. “I have envisioned all kinds of scenarios since we got here, but first and foremost, I need to understand what is happening to us. I am still a bit freaked out by the whole thing.”

Kim nodded and there was a moment of silence between us. “I am still frightened by what has happened to me Master. I am used to being independent and alone, having to rely on no one but myself.” she said softly.

Not knowing what to say, I said nothing.

After a few minutes of silence, she looked up and continued. “Even now, just sitting across the table from you, I feel this intense devotion to you, to serve and submit to your every desire. It scares me Master. More than that, my head is starting to hurt as well, and I think it is because I am not pleasing you or obeying your command.”

I nodded and thought for a minute. I thought about her personality that I felt when we touched, very submissive.

“Eat your dinner slowly, enjoy the food and the wine and the company.” I said to her in a firm voice.

“Yes Master, you see,” she said with a smile crossing her face, “that is exactly what I was talking about earlier. Rather than have me feed you and rub myself all over you, you order me to eat my dinner and enjoy it!”

Then something unusual happened. As I watched her take her next bite of food, all of a sudden her eyes got really wide and she moaned as she chewed and swallowed her food. I noticed a blush rising on her cheeks and she quickly used her napkin to wipe her mouth, covering her face for just a moment. She glanced up at me warily and slowly took another bite of food with the same results, only this time being even more pronounced. She gripped the table hard and moaned as she swallowed her food, her face flush and her nipples pointing through her shirt again.

After a few seconds she leaned back in her chair and looked at me. “You need to be very careful what you say to me Master.” She said softly. Then the blush returned to her cheeks. “I just had two orgasms from eating.” She mumbled.

“What did you say?” I asked, even though I heard her and had witnessed it and had come to a similar conclusion. Watching her blush and have to admit it was kind of fun.

“When you said enjoy the food and wine, my mind took that quite literally, and when I ate a bite of food, I had a small orgasm.” she said firmly and quickly but not making eye contact.

I smiled, I had to. This was too good to pass up. “I want you to have the biggest orgasm that you ever had right now.” I ordered her after I checked to make sure that she wasn’t holding her wine glass.

“Oh God!” she screamed just before her eyes rolled back and her back arched and her hands flew to her crotch. I watched one of the most erotic scenes of my life right then. Her body jerked and twitched and her hands pressed against her panties like she was trying to hold something in. Then she started screaming in pleasure, and gasping for air as she lost control of her body and slid out of her chair and onto the floor.

I quickly slid out of my chair and made my way to her side of the table and grabbed her, trying to keep her from hitting her head. When I touched her arm, I felt pleasure radiating through me from her. Meanwhile, my touch obviously had some effect on her because she let out another scream and then slumped to the floor, moaning softly and laying there limply.

Then I did something I had been wanting to since I made her take off her skirt in the parking lot. I leaned down and kissed her deeply.

I was surprised when she reached up and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me with ferocity. I pressed my tongue into her mouth, her mouth opened and sucked in my tongue, her tongue flicked and teased the tip of mine. Her other hand started rubbing my chest and arms, and she pulled me down so that I was laying on top of her as she starting to grind her crotch against mine. My hard cock was pressing into her wet panties.

“Oh Master” she cried out, breaking our kiss and gasping for air. “Please take me. Oh God please take me.” And so I did, without any pretense nor foreplay. I reached down and starting ripping her panties off, feeling the flimsy material give way.

I reached down and started to undo my pants, pushing Angela hands away from where they had been fumbling with my zipper.

I quickly dropped my pants and Angela grabbed my 8″ cock and moaning loudly, placed the tip of my cock against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my back and impaled herself onto my cock. In a matter of seconds she was back to moaning and nearly screaming as I fucked her. I could feel her muscles spasm around me and it was incredible. She was so hot and wet and tight that with just a few strokes in and out of her pussy, I was soon pumping her full of my cum.

When my orgasm hit, it triggered hers and she threw her head back and screamed “Oh Yes Master, Yes, Yes, Yes!” A few minutes later when I had recovered my breathing, I rolled over and off of her, admiring her disheveled form. She was beautiful even after being ravaged on the cold kitchen floor.

“Oh God that felt good!’ she said softly, opening her eyes to look over at me and smile.

” That was hot Kim.” I agreed.

I started to sit up and felt her reach up and grab me. “No, wait.” She said and pulled me back down beside her. “Thank you for that Master. I needed it somehow. I just want you to know I have discovered that I am not upset over this anymore. More than that I need to please you.”

And with that she slipped down my body and sucked my cock into her mouth, gently cleaning me of our combined juices. I got hard in no time. I was amazed when I felt my cock slide into her throat. Then she started to periodically swallowed and hum, driving my excitement even higher. After a few minutes of this, she took her mouth off me and asked, ” Master, may I pleasure you again?”

My answer wasn’t verbal, but I think she got the message when I grabbed her hips and positioned her over my now erect cock. With a long slow moan, she slid down onto me, burying me within her depth in one smooth motion.

As I reached up and ripped off her blouse, sending buttons flying across the floor. Their tinkling sounds mingling with the moans that Angela was making me highly excited. As she slowly slid back and forth along my length. I massaged her tits and lightly pinched her nipples. I then pulled her down so that I could suck on a nipple, and then made sure I gave equal treatment to the other nipple. Before long she was moaning and rocking back and forth, her excitement obviously reaching a critical point. I pulled her down hard and just before I bit down on her ear lobe, I whispered, “Cum! Now slave!” And she did, passing out.

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