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 Please note: This story is slowly developing.  I tend to prefer stories
that are at least loosely believable.  I like to know the characters a bit
before I hear about them fucking and being filthy and dirty and wonderful.
Trust me...that is coming.  I just get into it more when there is backstory
and anticipation and realism.  If you are looking for a quick "I need to
cum right now!" story, it's probably best you keep looking.  Who
knows...maybe I will have to write a few of those too.

   Story Codes: (nosex)(Dom/sub)(Mf)Chapter Three

   Shannon decided there was no use spending too much time worrying about
what she was going to wear.  She wanted to impress Mr.  Holden, but what
were the odds he would take the time to really look at her.  He was an
attractive, older man.  He probably had a sexy, sophisticated girlfriend
who worked in a high rise building and wore pencil skirts and sexy heels.
Shannon sighed to herself and leafed through the clothes hanging in her
closet.  She selected a cute pair of white lace shorts and a flowy, thin
flowered top with spaghetti straps.  She applied a bit of mascara and
luminizing cream to her skin, strawberry flavoured lip gloss to her lips
and threw her hair up in a messy bun.  "He may have a sexy lawyer
girlfriend," she thought to herself, "but I still want to look cute."

   Before opening the front door, she slipped her feet into her sandals and
checked her reflection in the mirror resting against the wall on the hall
table.  She grinned at herself, took a deep breath to steady her nerves,
and stepped out into the warm sunlight.  As she walked across the grass to
Mr.  Holden's front door, she rehearsed her greeting in her head.  Should
she be chipper?  Calm and collected?  Disinterested?  Right.

   As Shannon raised her hand to knock on the door it swung open and she
was greeted by Mr.  Holden's smiling face.  She immediately smelled that
same intoxicating smell she had noticed before and the stunning whiteness
of his teeth blinded her.

   "Good morning!  Shannon, right?" Mr.  Holden asked, as he held the door
open for her.  Shannon blinked a few times as she stared up into his face.
Suddenly she blushed and shook her head slightly to try to clear away the
cobwebs.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Holden.  I hope I'm not too late."

   "Not at all.  Right on time, actually.  Punctual.  I like it.  Please,
though, call me Erik.  Have you eaten?"

   Shannon shook her head and opened her mouth, about to say that she
didn't often eat breakfast, but Mr.  Holden was already pouring her a glass
of something green out of the blender and putting together a small bowl of
food.

   "Well, that will change.  Breakfast truly is the most important meal. 
You'll eat with me from now on in the mornings.  I like to cook and always
have extra.  I can use the time to give you a rundown of your tasks for the
day."

   Shannon realized her mouth was hanging open slightly.  She was not used
to the matter of fact but friendly way Mr.  Holden took charge.  He pulled
out a barstool for her and she wordlessly climbed onto it and sat down.  He
placed the glass in front of her and she lifted it to her lips, Mr.  Holden
staring at her as she did.  She sipped it gingerly, expecting it to taste
like grass.  It was actually delicious, full of fruit flavours and a very
satisfying texture.  She licked the extra off her lips and smiled at him.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Holden.  That is really good!"

   "I do recall actually asking you to call me Erik.  I'll let it slide
this once, but I do expect you to do as I say, young lady." He grinned at
her, but Shannon felt that he was only partly joking.  She felt her heart
beat a little faster.  "And you're very welcome."

   Erik passed her the bowl he had prepared for her and they ate as Erik
questioned her about her life, what she did for fun, her friends and her
future plans.  Shannon realized as they finished their meal that she hadn't
really had the chance to ask him anything, but when she tried to think of a
question her mind drew a complete blank.  She noticed that he was finished
his plate and was gathering up his dishes to take them to the sink.

   "Could I do that for you, Mr.  Holden?" He cocked his eyebrow at her. 
"Sorry, I mean Erik." She giggled and blushed.

   "Of course.  Thank you, I appreciate that."

   How could a simple thank you from him generate such pleasure in her,
Shannon wondered as she carried the dishes to the sink.  She rinsed them
and put them in the dishwasher, then wiped down the counter they had been
sitting at.  After she folded the cloth neatly and hung it over the sink to
dry, she turned and saw Erik leaning against the doorway, arms folded,
smiling at her.

   "I think you are going to work out perfectly." His voice carried so much
confidence, so much depth.  Like everything that came out of his mouth
meant more than at first appeared.

   The rest of the morning was spent with Erik showing Shannon around
several rooms of the house.  He explained how he liked things to be, what
made sense to him in terms of organization, and what his vision was for how
each space was to work.  Then he would leave and go work on his own
projects while Shannon worked on each room.  She would clean everything
first, then unpack, dust off his things and set them up the way he had
described.  She would search the house for him after every room was
completed and get his approval and direction for the next room.  Never had
she felt so relaxed, so calm, so confident.  Gone was the fear that she
normally felt when completing tasks that other people had given her.  His
instructions were clear and easy to follow, and she took such pleasure in
his praise and approval once she had completed them.  She left at the end
of the day feeling happy and looking forward to coming back the next day.

   Over the next several days, this was the routine.  She spent the day in
Erik's home and reluctantly left at the end of the day.  She peeked out her
windows for glimpses of him, and put herself to sleep at night rubbing her
throbbing pussy until she came with a small gasp, imagining Erik doing all
sorts of dirty things to her.  She couldn't believe how excited she was
around him - just obeying the simplest commands sent twinges of pleasure up
her pussy and straight to her brain.  Her entire body was alive and humming
and engaged in his presence.

   On Friday morning after breakfast, Shannon cleared their dishes and
turned towards the doorway, waiting to hear Erik's first instruction of the
day.

   "Shannon, I am very pleased with your work here this week," he said.

   Shannon felt her stomach drop.  Was it finished?  Did he have nothing
left for her to do?

   "I have been watching the way you pay close attention to my instructions
and carry them out immediately, and I have to say, it has impressed me. 
You are quite a girl."

   Shannon flushed and bit her lip.  "Thank you, Eric."

   "If it's alright with you, I would like to have a seat in my office and
discuss altering our arrangement slightly." Shannon felt her stomach sink
and meekly nodded as she followed him into his office.  She was sure he was
going to tell her he didn't need her quite as often, and she was already
starting to mourn the loss of that extra time with him.

   "Shannon, I feel I have learned a lot about you over this week.  I have
a proposition that I know will take you somewhat off guard, but I want you
to consider it carefully.  Think it through.  It is not something to be
taken lightly.  Are you ready to hear it?"

   Shannon swallowed.  Suddenly her mouth seemed dry and her heart felt
like it was about to pound right out of her chest.  She nodded slowly.

   "I am interested in having you, Shannon.  As mine.  I am quite certain
you would enjoy that, as I am not oblivious to the way you look at me.  I
will teach you, guide you, lead you and open your eyes to many new things.
Are you sexually active, Shannon?"

   Shannon was dumbstruck.  She had not been expecting this at all.  She
felt like she should run.  What he was saying was crazy, wasn't it?  It was
wrong, wasn't it?  As much as she tried to tell herself those things, she
could not ignore the fact that her pussy was dampening her panties, and she
could not deny the ache deep within her to know more.

   "I've...never had sex, Erik," she breathed softly.  He smiled at her.

   "If you agree to be mine, you will call me Sir.  When we are alone, that
will be what you will call me, unless I give you express permission to call
me something else.  When other people happen to be around, you can call me
Mr.  Holden or Erik, whatever is appropriate for the situation.  You should
know that, should you accept, you will belong to me, Shannon.  You will do
as I ask.  If you have a concern you will respectfully bring it up, but we
will be exploring and expanding your boundaries.  I will be consulted
before every significant decision, and I will make the decisions for you
when appropriate."

   Shannon gulped.  She squeezed her thighs together.  Her pussy was wet
and hot and tight and throbbing.  She knew already what her answer would
be, but he had asked her to think carefully and she did not want him to
think that she was not taking this seriously.

   "Sir, I would like to accept your offer," Shannon almost whispered the
words.

   "Are you quite certain, Shannon?" Erik spoke at length about what was
involved.  He said things about limits and safe words and safety.  He used
words Shannon had never heard before and spoke about a lot of things that
she had never experienced.  Everything he said stirred her fire more. 
Shannon felt as though he was slowly uncovering the deepest parts of her.
Parts that she hadn't even been aware of before that point.

   "I'm very sure, Sir."

   "I am very pleased, Shannon.  We will begin tomorrow.  Please come at
the same time you have been coming.  You may tell your parents I have more
for you to do, if they ask any questions.  Goodnight, pet."

   Shannon's pussy jumped at the pleasure in his voice.  She thrilled at
the use of the phrase "pet".  She couldn't believe her luck, and the
anticipation for the next day was more than she could handle.  Erik led her
to the front door, and before he opened it for her, lifted her chin and
placed a soft but possessive kiss on her slightly parted lips.  Shannon's
breath caught in her throat and she quivered as she stared up at Erik.  Her
Sir.  She realized in that moment that the kiss sealed everything they had
spoken of to that point.  She was His.  She belonged to Him.  She floated
home on a cloud, and climbed the stairs to her room.  She fell back onto
her bed and slid her hand into her panties immediately, bringing herself to
an earth shattering orgasm thinking about her new Master and the way his
warm lips felt against her soft, young, willing lips.
   She could not wait for tomorrow.