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 Hilda s two Masters 1 of 25
SYNOPS:
Hilda is a submissive girl in her very early twenties.  When her
boyfriend and Master break up with her she meet by chance a new Master. 
She later in her story ends up in a situation where her Master shares her
as a slave-girl with a friend of him.  She had to serve two Masters, but
only enjoy the one of them herself, at the other Master's feet it is duty

and obedient service.  Her Master knew a scientist who is working in a new
field of opening, deepening and increasing submissive feelings.  He can
teach a method for the subject to extract more feelings of her own from the
experiences of submission building up its own orgasm, but also deepening it
and holding it in her mind.  Therefore her new Master sends her to this
scientist for a mental preparation, where she meets with heavenly and
completely unspeakable pleasures.  After she had learned to handle this new
founded ways of pleasure she can use it by her own whim in her
submissiveness and in a way eke them out.  There is a surprise; the story
doesn't end up as one expects.

   CODE: M/f, M+/f, D/s, cons, slow, sub, oral, slavery, romantic, real,
mental enjoyment and new pleasure beyond description.
AUTHOR: Cecilita, with permission from Hilda.

   Preface: I'm member and secretary in a group of mostly submissive girls.
We girls called the group SUBLIGAN (The sub-gang).
At every Tuesday-meeting (ones a month) one of the girls tells a story -

an event or a fantasy - for the other girls.  I take notes or record the
stories and write them later into WORD-files.  We have now many hundred
stories, some of them really mind-trigging for submissive persons.  There
are experience from real life and also some that are fantasies in a
want-to-be way.

   In contrast to many other stories is THIS one build on events from the
real World.

   Though I lately have visited Him my self and experienced the feeling,
they are still hard to explain in words and harder to translate, so please
be patience with me and use your own judgment and fantasy.

   /Cecilita



   Hilda s two Masters 1 of 25

   At the SUBLIGAN (Sub-gang) meeting one Tuesday one of the girls, Elin
told us about a girl who had two Masters.

   For one Master to have two slave girls is not that unusual but this was
not heard of that often.

   Elin was requested urgently to contact the girl and invite her to the
group.

   Following Tuesday Hilda came together with Elin to tell her odd story.
It took several Tuesdays to finish her rather astounding story.

   Many of the girls were familiar with the thought of men having two or
even four slave girls.  Anna had told us about her Master B, who had four
slave girls and that they came to submit to him under his authority and
command and also to experience one of the highest forms of
submission-feeling, the "psychic orgasm" and the indescribable
"submission-intoxication".  Those conditions are so dazzlingly and exciting
that they are by girls described to "Belonging to another World of
enjoyment" or "The Universe of female orgasm during submission".

   In a great contrast to before, when society didn't accept female
pleasure, in codes and in cruel actions as female circumcision, we now live
in a liberated world where female pleasure are accepted and even encourage.
Many women can openly live without of hiding their sexual lust.  Forbidden
for so long it is understandable to see exaggerations.  It was the right
time for science research in the area.



   (Master B's brother "Master BB" is assisting to reach those newly
explored phenomena.  He has deeper studies in behavioral research during
forty years now and is one of few in the world that have developed
procedures to create opportunities for this state of experience.  "I can
open new doors into your unconscious World for you to experience and
control", "The technique accelerates the perceptions and transformed the
natural submissiveness into a up towards spiral and further to "never
ending" waves of orgasms, that you must learn to break in order to
breathe!", as he cryptically explained.  "The more you submit yourself the
higher you reach!" It also works together with humiliation, pain and when
you basically enjoy being an object.  It is no magic, it is only using and
focusing you own resources.  I have been told that there is another
scientist (in behavioral research) in New York, who is carrying on research
and experimenting in the same field.)

   One of the girls, Becky had also experienced it at the Brother's house
and knew what Anna was talking about.

   We, the others, had only to believe our friends, but we saw the light in
their eyes and their flushing cheeks when the talked about it and when they
looked at each other, as in remembering.  A look of experience they own in
common.  We felt that is was genuine.

   This new thing must be something very special and rare.

   When Anna over one weekend had visit the man called Master BB she
afterwards told, in sharp details, about it in front of the girls at a
Tuesday meeting.  We could only enjoy her experience and have our own hope
knowing that she was very careful with giving out his address.

   (Now when Anna lives in France I'm entrusted with the task as a filter
and holder of his address).

   Several of the girls had their own orgasms only by listening to Anna's
report.  She has the gift of telling a story so you could live-in-it.

   She also told us that Mari had got his telephone number but not used it
and one of the girls asked: "Is she dumb or what?  You can't win a million
and refuse to collect it."

   "I don't think so, she is just too shy" Anna answered in an excusing
tone.

   Well enough of that!  I'm only mentioning those orgasmic phenomena here
because of its significance in the following story

   //

   Two Masters was a bit of unique in our grope, but surely not uncommon in
the world.



   Presentation of Hilda, she is 21 y o, born 1984 in April.

   She has a dark shortcut hair, that is growing, a heart-formed very sweet
face, a little nice nose, rather pronounced lips, especially her lower lip
is very full and she has very sharp dimples in the corner of her mouth. 
She has also dark and thick eyelashes that would make any film-star green
of envy.  She seems always be happy and has a ringing laugh that is very
contagious.  Hilda is approximately 165 cm (5 ft 5 in) and is rather thin
and extremely lithe and agile.  Like a contortionist.

   She told us that she had had regular gymnastics exercise with her body
since she was 15 y o every mornings or evenings for 30 to 45 minutes.  She
also runs and jogs on a regular basis almost fanatical.  Her activities
keep her going and it seems she had a great stamina.  She is dutiful,
honest and true to her word, it will show later, she is a typical egoist.
She is also very faithful even though in her special situation with two
Masters.  Contradictory to her two Masters you could say that she is a
one-man-girl.

   What is there more to say?  Yes, she has a little tattoo (a read Heart)
on her right ankle.  She says that it is that Heart she always follows.

   She got a question from the audience.  "Have both your Masters equal
power over you?" "It would seem so but one Master is more of the
head-Master and the other sub-Master, but you wouldn't see any different in
my obedience.  They are both my Masters and are to be obeyed to the letter
and own my will at each moment."




HILDA:
It all started two years ago, when I was 19 y o.  I had as an early
teenager discovered that I had a very submissive nerve in me, but I also
had a strong will of my own and knew what I wanted and made it happen.  In
sexual behavior I want the man to clearly tell me how he wanted me.  Not

only tell me, more that he stir me in his own direction.

   I really enjoy standing at his attention.

   The situation when a man decides over me and commands me is turning-on
wonderful feelings inside of me.  After that he doesn't need to do so very
much for me to cum and a love-making afterwards will be heaven-like, but
isn't always given me.  The more I long for it the more intensive....

   I notice these feelings early in my teen-age and let my big brother play
around and command me.  Not in sexual ways naturally, but as a helpful
sister.  I was at his disposal in everyday duty.  I made his bed, cleaned
his room, run his errands, carried his books and return them to the
library. I also waited on him at the table, but mostly when our parent
wasn't home.  They would object.

   I had early fantasies about 24/7-relation with a man, but it also scared
me a bit.

   Security was important like reliability and faithfulness.

   I meet Mats and lived in his house close to four months.  Our games
started with that he a Saturday, when we were alone, as a ploy between us,
was allowed to decide what we should do and what was suppose to happen and
I had promised to obey him.  In our agreement were ordinary events but soon
it glide into sexual actions on my behalf.  He ordered and I executed his
commands and found it very stimulating and arousing.  That was my cup of
tea!

   He didn't need to seduce me, just steer me.

   His power over me, as I allowed him, increased more and more and soon he
started to take over my life.  I loved Mats those days and I think I still
do in a way.

   The turning point came one day, a year ago, when he told me that he
wanted to give me free, but actually that HE wanted to be free from me.

   He lived in my flat (apartment) and moved back to his own.

   He told me that he loved me and loved to be my Master, but that he
wanted "free air" and to know what he wanted to do with his life.  Perhaps
he would come back to me, but he couldn't promise anything for sure.

   What could I do more than cry uncontrollably in my complete despair?

   I felt it like my life was finished, that I couldn't live without of
Mats, my Master.  I could do absolutely anything for him.

   When he broke up with me I told him that he could do anything he wanted
with me and that I would obey him blindly, what ever he ordered me.  But he
was unyielding.

   I even tried to kill myself with some tablets that I found in the
bathroom cabinet but it ended with that I vomit so awfully that I was
afraid to not getting air between the throw-ups.

   I remembering that I was on my all four over the toilet and the cover to
the lavatory hit me time after time in the back of my head.  It was made by
plastic and that was my luck, other ways I had been beaten to death by the
cover instead *smile*.

   When my poor attempt failed I had to keep living and that was what I
wanted all the time.

   My attempt was only a cry for help because I call Mats before I took the
pills and told his answering machine and told him what I was up to do, in a
nasty way.  I know, you mustn't try to force anyone to love you, but I was
desperate.

   The feeling of missing him accelerated to be worse as the time passed.

   I could sit in my car outside of his house just for a glimpse of him
passing out or in to his house.

   Very early in the morning I sat the alarm-clock just to go over there
and see him cross the street on his way to work.  But I sat my car so far
away that he couldn't see me and borrow my brother's binoculars and
wondered for a short moment what the neighbors would think.

   I also call him just to hear his voice, but when he answered I said
nothing.  Wrong number - every time, Hmmm.

   One month past and I long for him as much as the first day.  I felt that
I couldn't live without him, but keep on breathing every second and minute.

   Elin forced me to go with her to an in-door-party.  There were a lot of
people, with which I had nothing in common.  The men were not Mats, my
Master.

   I didn't want to go there, but did it just to be nice to Elin.  She had
promise to give me a lift home, but I had to promise to stay for one full
hour.  She didn't drink anything stronger than water so she could drive me
home in her car.  I think she was prepared to do so.

   I saw her on the other side of the room talking to a very hair-haired
and rather nice-looking lad.  They looked both in my direction and the boy
came over to me, directed of her, I could understand and felt fairly
humiliated.

   - Hallo there!

   - Hallo!  I answered in a social and polite way.

   He was nice to look at, but he wasn't Mats.

   - Are you alone here?

   - No, I came with Elin.  I answered him politely but could detect the
chilliness in my voice.

   Actually I just wanted to go, leave him and go back to my own sorrow. 
Sometimes it is so masochistically nice just to feel sorrow for oneself,
especially when nobody else does it.

   But I stayed of an inscrutable reason.

   - Elin talked about you and that your boyfriend had broke up with you
and so.

   I felt anger rising in me.  "When had she got the right to give out my
private-life?" I felt so exposed by her.  Hell, I trusted her!

   I hadn't answered him, but he continued:

   - I'm also alone now and I know exactly how it feels.  One can't think
of anything else, can't sleep and can not be awake.  You want to hear the
other person's voice, feel closeness and warmth.

   I felt that I thaw out a bit and some of the rage against Elin rested.
Here was a boy that understood feelings, how I felt.

   He got me a drink and I took it despite that I had decided to not drink
and not stay.

   He kept describing the feelings of forsakenness as I felt them and I
melted more and more.  I liked him and I liked to be near to him as I liked
his voice and his words.  I felt calm and easy.  It took the loss of Mats
from my mind for the moment.

   Though he was the one who talked I liked to talk to him.

   In the same moment as Elin passed by us he asked me:

   - Do you want to come along home to me after the party so we can
continue to talk and feeling sorry for each other?

   Yes, I felt in a cling-firmly-way to go with him.  I didn't want to end
these calm and nice feelings now.

   Elin stopped, lean towards him and whisper to him, but loud enough for
me to hear it:

   - Don't ask her what she wants; simply tell her what to do.  She is like
me, you know.

   If my eyes could kill she had been dead at the spot.  Yes, I could have
"killed" her, in that humiliating moment.  She smiled against me and kissed
in the air to me.  She is nice anyway, so unaffected natural.

   - Okay, he answered HER!

   But he had his eyes on my all the time.

   - Follow me NOW!

   He said shortly.

   It was like an order and it spoke to something deep inside of me; "A man
who told me what to do and expected me to obey."

   He turned his back to me and walked against the front door.

   It felt actually nice to obey him and follow him.  I had felt strongly
before that he was an emotional person.

   I collected my coat and noticed that he had no outdoor clothes.

   He didn't turn to me until we were at the street and then only to say:

   - My car sits over there.

   - But you can't drive, you have been drinking.

   I was terrified to ride with a drink-driver.

   - I always have water or juice in my glass.

   He continued in direction to his car and when we were 20 meters away he
pressed a button on his key and the car answered him with two short
"Blips", the light inside the car lighten and the flashing indicators
flickered.

   He opened the door to the driver's seat and said:

   - Sit in there!

   He nodded at the right seat and I obeyed him.  It didn't felt wrong.  He
seems to be a man who knew what he wanted.  He was firm and appeared to be
nice on his inside.  He was calm and secure.  What more can a girl ask for?
Many must be content with less then that.

   His gentleman-mood was gone and I didn't disagree.  I always was
embarrassed by foolish men.

   When I was sitting in the car he said shortly:

   - The seat safety belt!

   In a flash of a second I felt anger that rose inside of me.

   I know to take the safety belt on, I thought indignant.  But I cooled
quickly off.  Perhaps he took notice of me, cared for me.  I felt it like
it was thousand years since anyone cared for me.

   I had longed for the feeling of being taken charge of and being directed
for over one month now.

   I had had, in my loneliness, fantasies about obeying Mats totally.  To
obey him so totally that if he had ordered me to undress in a gathering of
people I would have done it.  I felt my heart growing by the thought of my
submission.  It felt so longing and ticklish in my tummy.

   To obey is also a very relaxing state of mind when I rest my brain and
let my body actions be steered by a manly voice.  I love that and it
recharges my mental batteries.  But it also transferred the responsibility
for my actions to the Master.  A good Master handles all the thinking ahead
and the strategy of my movements.  I can relax in my only obeying him.



   //

   If you are interest in next parts, please say so.  Translating is a hard
work and as a woman I'm driven by encouragement.

   /Cecilita