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 Hilda's two Masters part 4 of 25

   Editor's (signature): "Forsan et haec olim memminisse juvabit"





   "A last question about this.  I know that you have been desperate
getting Mats back.  If he wanted you back now, what would you answer him?"



   "To be honest, I don't know any longer.  If you had asked me yesterday
my answer had been a clear YES PLEASE, my body wants it but my pride must
forbid it.  Certainly I had to swallow my pride.  But today?  OH, I
honestly don't know."

   I wanted to be honest with him, even though I thought that the question
was unimportant and hypothetical.

   I detected a little of jealousy and it felt so great.



   He left the subject and we drank our coffee quietly and it felt okay.  I
noticed that he drank his coffee in "my way", sipping and tasting.  That is
another plus.



   His plus-side in my book began to be full and there must be some minus,
even if I hadn't got a glimpse of them yet.  There is a divine and secret
balance between plus and minus in everyone.

   His promise for me to have a good time and enjoy him scared me a bit.  I
wanted to show him my register of skills so I could detect if he was
pleased with me or not.

   I had learned that the best way to catch a man and to keep him is to
fulfill his every most secret sexual and boyish dream.  That is also the
way for a woman to have her man as long as she wants.

   But I accepted him as my Master and if he wanted another order it was up
to him.  It could be a parenthesis in my pleasure-giving if he ordered me
to have pleasure before him.

   He rose and went into the bedroom followed by me.

   When he undressed himself I waited for further orders in the order
position.  It felt so provocatively nice to wait in that position.  I
wanted him to steer me and it felt so calm and permissive.  I looked down
for a moment and saw that my tits were erect and waiting for his hands or
his eyes.

   If it had been the first time as usual I had been tensed and felt
thousands of unknown demands, which I couldn't identify and perhaps not met
up to.

   This abominable stress-spook is called "First time!"

   To be able to play the role of the slave-girl is the best ticket out
from that nervous tension.  And it is so easy.

   Of course I wanted it to be as its very best this first time and I
wanted nothing for myself only for him, for him to be fully satisfied and
longing for more.

   Now I took the easy way out.  He was the one who had to expose his
hidden sexual yearning and I had only to fulfill them.

   In this way the submission and obedience become so calm and comfortable
and not as some sisters are afraid of, something humiliating and hateful.
The only way to be humiliated is to feel humiliation, otherwise it is not.

   This is my simple way to look upon it.

   He has already taken the lead and I let him steer.  So he is responsible
for everything that happens, good or bad, and I have only to obey in my
full assurance that everything will be good for him and by that for me.

   Suddenly I felt happiness from this wonderful order-position.  It is so
ticklish fantastic to outstretch my naked body knowing that he can see
everything that I have to offer and that he can freely select from those
offers.  It is so unmasking, submissive and surrendering nice.

   Now he was steering me and it was for me to be led and obey him and I
felt that I want to do that gladly.

   So he went naked into the bed and at the same time he folded the quilt
on the other side of the bed, patted his hand on the sheet at his left side
and said shortly:

   " Here!" My God how nice it was when he steered me.

   I took my hands from my neck, took three quick steps forwards and
crawled under the quilt (cover).  It felt cold against my naked skin, but
it gave me a wonderful confirmation of my nakedness.  The gesture that he
folded the quilt showed my heart that he cared for me and perhaps also took
responsibility for me, I thought with my finger at the plus-side in my
book. Mats would never have done that.  He would have taken it as unmanly
weakness.

   But I also understood that it was time for me to discover some minus on
his behalf.  I'm not a child that believes in fairy tales with only
positive factors.  By the way, some minus would actually make him human.

   But I was in no hurry to find them.

   I took advantage of slave-girl role and was passively waiting for his
command, as a slave-girl must do.

   I lay on my back, with my hands at the sides, with my legs close
together and with my toes up under the cover.  I had my head on his left
arm, which rested straight out along my pillow

   He bent over me and approached my face with his.  We kissed on his
initiative.  I responded to his kiss and when I felt his tongue in my mouth
my submissive tongue met it.

   I was very careful to let him take every initiative.  It also felt so
relaxing and nice.  It was so passive and relaxing and so without of
responsibility and consequence, to just obey and be led.

   He had so clearly taken over the lead that there was no risk that my
passivity could be misjudged.  I was his slave-girl now.  He had told me to
call him Master or Master Micke, with that he had accepted the leader-role.
I could calmly push that first-time-spook away and escape into my obedient
slave-girl role.  Sometimes I can laugh at those of my sisters who haven't
figured out the advantage of being a slave-girl.

   He would in his role steer all events, well as big.  In that way only
those thing would happen that he wanted, nothing else.  I wanted to be
enjoyable for him and in exactly the way he wanted me.  If I waited until
he ordered me, I also knew that it was exactly at his will.  He knew the
most of my female assets so it was for him to pick and choose, but in a
commanding tone.  It all was so wonderful and stimulating and felt nice in
my waiting body.  All normal expectations were securely put to zero and I
had to wait for his initiative and then obey.  I hoped that he also felt
this magic moment like I did.

   He took my right hand and guided it under the cover to his cock.  My
hand obeyed him and grabbed hold of it.  It was hard, hard as steel.  How
could he be so hard so quickly after his last release?  That was a good
omen.

   There was no way that it could consist of flesh and blood, as hard as it
was, but still soft in the skin and pulsating warm and nice.  I noticed
myself that my tongue out of my will moved in licking movement on his
tongue.  And he must have noticed that I captured his tongue and enclosed
it carefully with my lips in the same time as my tongue searched over its
tip in a barely touching movement, as if......

   I took no initiative, only a female discreet insinuation of a
suggestion, a secret and familiar longing I had.

   As I lie on his left arm he turned his hand to my head and gave me a
super-light, but distinct push in back of my head.

   Mostly girls would not understand that body sign, but a slave-girl does
and I rose quickly and dove under the cover.  -* Within two seconds I had
captured his cock again and now directly between my longing lips and
suck-concentrated mouth.

   Jesus, how nice to have a warm and demanding cock surrounded by my lips
and let the tongue inspect and caress it.

   //



   BTW: This signal - a distinct push in back of my head - becomes his
"suck-order" for me in the future.  As soon as he touches the back of my
head in a distinct push I throw myself down and took care of his cock with
my mouth.  It was he who must take responsibility for it, if the situation,
the place and the surrounding were right.  And soon I knew that I would do
it in a middle of a gathering of people if he touched the nape of my head
in a distinct push.
In the future I noticed that he avoided to accidentally touching that
place on my body.  At some occasions he tested me, but interrupted it

before my rapidity had caused general offence.

   When I felt his responsibility and care for me I didn't even look
around.

   It became a game, a test between us and it was a very nice game and a
thrilling challenge of his responsibility, but also of my blind obedience.
I can't explain how nice it felt to just obey him.  I had not to think,
that was his department.

   At one of his obedience tests he put a blindfold on my head and lead me
fully dressed in to a room, passing several other rooms.

   I heard many people there and assumed it was an ongoing party as I heard
voices all around me, discussing and talking.

   He stood before me and suddenly I felt that touch in the back of my neck
with that little push that was agreed.  Without any hesitation I knelt
before him, opened up his fly.  I was not hesitating but just a little
slow, so he could have fair chance to stop me if he wanted to.  As there
came no contra-order, I took hold of his cock, took it out, opened my mouth
and started the oral stimulation.  I felt humiliated as the voices
continued and now with an "Oh dear!" and "I say!" from different directions
around me.

   I decided to ignore it.  I was his slave-girl and I had only to obey
him, he had the whole responsibility for my actions.  It felt so good and
it tickled my private parts a lot.  I felt in this a strong solidarity with
him.

   I heard his voice again: " Stop!"

   And as soon as I obeyed him, still kneeling, I almost froze at his next
command: "Naked!"
At that order I must at lightning speed undress and become nude.  With a
clear thought of "I don't care" and "If he say so!", I rose and started to
undress as quickly and effective as I could.  Within a minute I put myself

in order-position completely nude with voices all around me.

   As I heard other "Oh!"-word around me I felt a sting of humiliation that
directly subdued by my obedience and slave-girl feelings.

   He let me stand in that vulnerable position for several minutes and I
only felt that I was his slave-girl.

   It was a silent agreement between us that he should test my obedience
whenever he wanted, but I was stunned by his order to undress in public
like this.

   I started to wonder how many of this people that would recognize me
tomorrow, perhaps think of me as a slut or simply Micke's mindless girl. 
Some men would possibly think of me in the superlative and envy Michael his
resource of pleasure.

   Suddenly all the voices fall silent.

   His hands released the blindfold and he took it away.

   "Very good, girl.  You passed the test, very good, very good.  You are
indeed an obedient slave-girl."

   I looked around me and suddenly all the people were gone.  We were the
only people in the room and the door was closed.

   He explained that we were in an Audio-room, that he had borrowed from en
friend.  The room had loudspeakers all around and could be used to simulate
crowds, but firstly to demonstrate surround sound and HiFi.

   I felt a little cheated but melted when he showered me with praise as I
stood naked in front of him in the nice order-position.

   He had not only the responsibility, he had also the right to test my
obedience in any way he wanted, I thought quietly.

   I didn't know that he would use this right to the absolute limit.



   There had never been any real people in the room, only their voices,
recorded somewhere else, but it fooled me and would probably have fooled
anyone.

   I felt secure in that I obeyed him blindly and slavishly and that was
the main thing.  I liked the ticklish nice feeling in my stomach and in my
slave-girl backbone.

   What was more important was my confidence in him that he had built up
day after day.

   //

   To be continue.  Cecilita