Slaves and Telepaths: Part 1 The Collection Chapter 2 "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin!" Teresa exclaimed, "I just became the first person you've ever slept with, and I treated it like just another night." I chuckled under my breath. "And that is why." I reached over and pulled her down into the bed. "Besides, what could you have done better? You get a kick out of serving, and giving all you can, I couldn't have asked for a better first time." Teresa snorted. "I just wished I had known, my first time was so disappointing." I gently stroked her back. "Being raped by your boyfriend is not just disappointing. Teresa, I care for you, everything you give me is special." "I hope that I can keep others from suffering that." I gently started massaging her breast. "You know if you keep that up, we'll have to repeat last nights performance." I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples. "Oh yes, I like that master." "Well I hope that my little slave slut is going to return the gesture." I said, squeezing one nipple between my fingers and starting to chew on the other. Teresa just groaned. My free hand slid down her body, stopping for a moment to caress her butt, then slipping around and then between her legs. Teresa groans became louder and louder as my hand brought her closer and closer to climax. Teresa screamed loudly as her body stiffened, her orgasm flowing through her body. Before she could come down from her sexual high I started work on her again, this time attempting to take my own pleasure. I slowly entered her body, my member hard, enjoying the feel of her moist hole. She responded to my movements by thrusting speeding up the sex. I stopped. "Bad girl, I'm in control." She whimpered, being too far gone to respond otherwise, but stopped moving. Once more I started up what was, for her, an agonising slow pace. Teresa continued to whimper, but took no other action, she was a slave through and through, even under torture unable to disobey her master. I looked at the woman who lay gasping, a prisoner of my love making. She was being driven crazy by my pace, unable to reach her second desired climax, and unable to fall from her high. I smiled and then increased my pace, starting to slam into her body as hard and deep as I could. We came together and lay in each other's arms in the after glow. "You know, having a mind reader for a lover is an incredible advantage." I pulled away and stared at her. "Really? I wouldn't know." I smirked. She giggled. "You know, I don't think that I'll be able to do that often. Maybe we should find you some other slaves to serve you." She smiled. I spent a few seconds wondering if see had been serious before peeking into her mind to find out. She had been joking, however once out, the idea had taken root. Myself, I had problems with the idea, but they were mostly logistical, it was certainly tempting. "I tell you what, you scoot and get us some breakfast from the kitchens, and we can think on that." We swapped smiles and I knew that sooner or later I would own a harem of willing slave girls.