Slaves and Telepaths Part 2
Arrivals

Chapter 4

The next morning I awoke with a familar feeling around my cock. Sure enough,
raising my head I discovered Kate taking cock sucking lessons from Jessica. I
lay back and enjoyed the feeling, listening to Jessica's whispered instructions
and slowly approaching my orgasm.

Jessica moved up and gave me a smile, I gave her a stern look. Moments later
Kate extracted my seed from me.

I looked down at Kate, then motioned for her to join me,

"Did I do well master?" she inquired,

"You did well, prehaps not as well as Jess, but she's a natural." I turned back
to Jessica. "It may be a nice way to wake up, but I do wish you'd stop
convincing everyone I sleep with to do it." Jessica gave me a cheeky smile. "Go
see if Teresa and Diane are up and about yet." I slapped Jessica on the bum as
she clambered out of bed and hurriedly got dressed.

I pulled Kate closer, then waited for Jessica to leave. "Did you enjoy
yourself?"

"Do you have to ask?" she gently stroked my chest. "That was the most incredible
night of my life, I couldn't be sure when you'd stop, and the pain was so
delightful."

"I'm still surprised that you enjoy the pain, but at least the buzz only comes
when its sexual." I let out a sigh. "I'm going to have to be careful with you
and the others."

"What do you mean?"

"You're unique in what I can do with you, and that means I mustn't confuse you
and the others, or scare them with you."

Kate nodded, then smiled. "I suppose we should go down and get breakfast."

I gently stroked Kates smooth bottom. "This is going to hurt for a while."

She smiled up at me. "I know, thanks."

I laughed. "Come on, lets get up."

We got up, quickly dressed and went downstairs. Diane, Teresa and Jessica were
all up and finishing their breakfast. I smiled at then, and recieved a withering
glare from Teresa.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked.

"I heard about last night, I am not pleased!"

"Hey! I thought that was ment to be private!" Kate cried.

I looked at Jessica, who shifted nervously in her seat.

"It was. The house rules say that if I declare a night special to someone, it
may not be discussed with anyone not there without the focus' permission."

Jessica swallowed. "She wouldn't let up. I'm sorry." She hung her head.

I moved from Teresa to Jessica, frowning at them. Diane sat there nervously.

"Master, I don't want to rock the boat," Kate announced from my side.

I looked at her. "In that case there's not much point in you staying. You're not
going to enjoy yourself without pain and Teresa is going to complain about it
every time."

I turned from the kitchen table and went to the bench. Grabbing some bread I
started making myself some toast.

"How can you say that?" Teresa exploded.

I turned back to them, no one had moved, except to follow me. "Say what?" I
asked calmly.

"That she only enjoys pain!"

I looked to Kate. "If you don't mind, how many times did you orgasm last night?"

Kate looked at me, then at Teresa. "Twice."

"When?"

"When you were paddling me."

"Afterwards, did you enjoy the sex?"

"Not really, it was nice, but it wasn't exciting. I found the torture better."

Teresa sat, looking stunned.

"I haven't done anything to her that she hasn't enjoyed. Damnit, she's only ever
orgasmed from pain. She's a true masochist Teresa, don't spoil it for her."

"Can't you change that?" Teresa was still having problems dealing with the idea.

"No!" The declaration, which I'd been about to make, came from Diane. "The odd
nudge or alteration is okay, but that would really change her."

Teresa looked around at the others, then pushed her chair back, and stood.
Without saying a word she paced out of the room. I sighed and turned back to my
toast.

Tearfully Kate appraoched me from behind. "Master, maybe you should change me, I
mean if I create this much trouble..." she trailed off.

I turned back to her, and embraced her. "No, I wrote myself a set of rules, and
what Teresa asked violates them. She's the one who has to change, and she knows
it." I closed my eyes. "If this is going to work, we'll all have to adjust."

*****

I sat in my study, looking over the files Teresa had found the day before. I
hoped to get Doctor Corrand, she was one of those child geniuses that hear
about. At the age of 25 she was a fully qualified doctor working at a New York
hospital. Her fantasy was perhaps stranger than those of the slaves I had
already chosen.

Aparently the good doctor had been taken to a B&D convention by a friend. Having
been abandoned she wandered about the hall until she found a display of pony
girl bondage. Her friend found her at the end of the day, still looking at that
display. Ever since she'd been fasnicated by the idea.

I was going through the internet, finding all the information I could on pony
girls when there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Enter!" I yelled without looking.

The door was pushed open and the person padded silently over to me. I turned to
find a naked Teresa standing before me.

"And what is it that you want?" I inquired.

Teresa knelt before me and bowed her head. "I'm sorry Master, I shouldn't have
said those things this morning."

I nodded. "You have problems with abusers, I can understand that, but you must
understand that with Kate it's not abuse, she wants it."

"I know, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"For doubting me, yes, that I can forgive, but your reaction hurt Kate. Not to
mention you forced Jessica to tell you about Kate's special night."

Jessica nodded. "For that I should be punished."

I smiled. "You can apologise to the others later, I need you to tell me if Sonya
called."

"She did master."

*****

Seeing as I had a weeks grace until the next of my slaves arrived, I decided to
get out to New York to meet Sonya. Considering that I had forgotten all about
her, it was the least I could do. Once I managed to get her on the phone I
arranged to meet with her, then booked a flight to New York. That same day I
waved good bye to four unhappy slaves.

The trip to New York wasn't enjoyable, I'd just finished a month's travel and a
hurried trip didn't help. I was meeting Sonya at her apartment, her room-mate
was going to be out of the night, so we had privacy.

I arrived in New York the evening before I had arranged to meet Miss Corrand, so
I settled into my hotel room, and spent that night and most the following day
asleep. Having spent less than a week with four of my slaves I was exhausted,
for the first time I wondered if I was up to dealing with eleven girls.

I'm always surprised how little we value our doctors. Watch some of the hospital
dramas, those doctors aren't in expensive houses and driving flash cars. Doctors
are some of the most important people in our society, yet we treat them like
slime most of the time. Lawyers are treated better.

Anyway, Sonya's apartment, which she shared with another woman, was a rather
nice six room place in a decent part of town. When I knocked the door was
answered by Sonya's roomie.

"Hi, I'm Jonathan Reel, here to see Sonya," I greeted the woman.

"Oh, right, come in. Sonya's late back from the hospital. I'm Casey by the way."
She led me into the lounge room. "You can wait in here, I'm going to head out
shortly."

"Thanks Casey," I told her, then spent a while looking around the in the usual
bored activities. There wasn't much of interest, just the usual photos and such.

It was some time later that I heard the door bang open. "Casey, you home?" a
voice cried.

"Yeah," came the answering cry.

"Can you help me out here?"

There was a short pause, then. "Sonya, what is all this stuff?"

I was forced to strain to hear Sonya's reply. "The contents of my desk, I was
laid off today."

"Oh Sonya," Casey cried.

"This is all I need, especially with that guy coming round tomorrow."

"Ah, Sonya, that guy is coming today, and is currently waiting in the lounge."

"Oh, no!" Sonya appeared in the doorway. She looked like a disaster, and from
what I had overheard that was the kind day she had had.

"Hello," I greeted her with a smile. "Good to see you."

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting..." she started.

"I know I heard," I interrupted. "I'd offer to leave this a few days, but I'm on
a tight schedule."

Casey put her head round the door. "Are you two okay with me going now? My
date's waiting." We both waved to her to go, and moments later we heard her go
out the front door.

I walked over to Sonya and wrapped my arms around her. "Are you going to be
alright?"

She took a long breath. "I guess so, but I can't be making much of an
impression." She smiled.

I laughed. "Oh, I don't know, you look so vulnerable, so ready to be enslaved."
I gently hugged her. "Do you want to go on with the interview?"

"Yes, I think so."

I sat on the sofa while she sat on the chair opposite me and we chatted while
she quickly read through the contracts. The questions she asked showed that she
understood the contract completely. She didn't even react that badly when I told
her of my ability.

"Come sit here," I said, patting the sofa beside me once she had signed the
contract. She immediately moved to beside me. "Do you know what my gift tells me
about you?" She shook her head. "You don't really want to be a pony girl, you
just want the carefree life you imagine they have." I gently put my arm around
her shoulders.

"I suppose," she murmured quietly. I placed a finger on her lips to silence her,
then lowered my hand to start unbuttoning her shirt.

"You've spent your whole life working, studying, to get ahead in the world." I
finshed undoing the buttons, and pulled her shirt off, she was of course wearing
a bra. "You always wanted to go out and play, but you had too much homework."
She nodded, I unfastened her bra, letting it fall in her lap. "Your family
forced you to be best you could, they meant well, but they stole your childhood
from you." I slowly stood, pulling her up with me. The bra fell to the floor at
her feet. "You expected to have time to enjoy yourself once you got a job, but
work at the hospital leaves you so tired you almost never get out." Her skirt
joined her bra. "When you saw the pony girl standing there you saw a life where
their was no pressure, no hard decisions."

I finshed undressing her, then stepped back to view her. She was a natural
blonde, with a quite beauty, but a weariness that you shouldn't see in one so
young. I stopped ogling, and continued my monologue. "You want someone else to
take the responsibility, to take command." I stepped around her and placed both
hands on her bottom. She didn't react. "You want the simplicity of a controlled
life, you don't want to be a pony girl, you'd much rather be treated like a
pet." My hands moved all over her body, stroking her, playing with her ample
breasts. She had very soft skin. "Do you want to be my pet?" With one hand I
started stroking her clit.

Her breathing quickened and she arched her body. "Yes, oh, yes, master, please!"

"Just a creature to be trained?" I inquired.

"Please master!"

I stopped playing with her. She let out a groan of disappointment. "Led me to
your room!" I ordered.

The weariness seemed to melt off Sonya, and she skipped her way ahead of my. Her
bedroom surprised me somewhat. There was the study desk I expected, and a large
set of shelves packed with books. However her bed and a second set of shelves
were covered in soft toys.

As soon as she was clear of the door, she stopped and turned to face me. She
wore a big smile, which of course was all she was wearing. I walked passed her,
towards the bed, and she turned to keep facing me. I looked at the toys then at
the naked girl.

"Do you always sleep amongst your toys?" I inquired.

She shook her head. "No master."

"Then remove them as you normally do," I told her.

She wandered over to the bed. She picked up each of the toys on the bed, stroked
it, talked to it, then placed it on the shelves. I watched her strange little
ritual with wonder, this was a woman who really wanted to keep in touch with her
lost childhood. When the bed was cleared she turned to me, an expectant look in
her eyes.

"You do that every night?" She nodded vigorously, admitting to me a secret she'd
kept hidden from everyone, even her room mate. Of all the girls I had
interviewed she had been been conquered the easiest and most completely, but
then she was also the most vulnerable of all the girls.

"Lie down, arms by your side, legs together." She complied and not the for the
first time I silently cursed not having a camera. I silently undressed and stood
over her gazing at her.

I crawled over her body, leaning down I kissed her lips. "Are you sure you want
this? This is your last chance to object."

She lay there eyes closed. "Free me master," she whispered.

I sat up, and pushed apart her legs, revealing her sex to me. Lying down on top
of her, I once more claiming her lips. I thrust my shaft into her body,breaking
her maidenhood. I moved in and out, holding my own orgasm until I felt my slave
reach the edge. We came together, and I settled dwn to sleep in the afterglow.