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.