After napping for an hour or two, Master woke up. He was horny.

We all had sex again. By the time Master was satisfied, it was only 8 PM or so, We went shopping.

This time we went to pricier stores, with fancier wares. Master bought himself boots and a leather jacket that made him look, well, tough. For Annie and I there were short leather skirts and tight little black dresses, boots with stiletto heels, tight blouses and lacy bras and fishnet stockings. I showed Master a specialty store that sold all kinds of fetish gear, and he was happy when we modeled some tight rubber corsets and other goodies.

It was wonderful to go shopping with such a slim, young body. I could pick out anything I liked and wear it. Things didn't just fit, they looked great on me. Master ran up his credit card, but he said he could make all the money he needed off of a girl as pretty as me. "You could be a stripper, or I guess, one of those high price calls girls. You, we, could make a lot of money, a fortune." I blushed, but proudly.

We had a bunch of bundles to carry when we started to head home. Master enjoyed smiling at the pretty girls, and once they had been near him, his pheromones took effect and they responded very positively.

"We should bring one them home," Annie said, knowing that Master would love a third girl. I liked the idea. A new toy would be fun, and I might get to have more fun with Annie that way.

"I haven't seen one I like, not one that's pretty enough" Master said.

"Why does she have to be pretty?" Annie and Mast both looked at me like I was stupid. "No, seriously. Just take anyone. You can make her look like, and act like, whatever you want, right?"

Master shrugged. "Sure, but a guy needs ideas."

Master had always been smart, but I suppose I had always been the more imaginative one, when it came to anything but code. I wondered if we could use Master PC to give him more imagination. Not that I was at all unhappy with Master!

So I showed master an adult store I knew. We bought a bunch of magazines and some DVDs. We took them, and our bags of clothes, home with us. We had beers and nachos and looked at the various porn, rating the different girls and speculating on what kind of girl Master needed next. He seemed especially drawn to pretty asian girls, so we decided we should get him one of those. We fucked and acted out some of the porn scenes until we fell asleep.

I dreamt I was a boy, but in the morning, it was all kind of hard to remember.

The next day, after we made him breakfast, Master went to work. He had been calling in sick, but he wanted to go in and play with his coworkers a little. I thought it was good that he was proud of his muscular new body and his obvious air of authority. He seemed eager to get away from us, actually, and said something about needing some "fresh air and time to himself."

So Annie and I were left alone for a few hours.

"Annie, would you like to play a new game?"

"Sure, Master likes us to be sexy together, and I love you so much."

"You like it when Master is rough, don't you? Id like to be rough with you." Her smile was all the answer I wanted.

"kneel," I said, my voice cracking with growing tension, and she kneeled before me, expectantly.

I found some old clothesline in the kitchen junk drawer and tied her wrists behind her back, and then tied her wrists to her ankles. She squirmed but couldn't get loose.

I leaned down over her and kissed her face, stroked her hair, and let her just settle with the idea of being restrained, and knowing that I was in control. I could smell her fear, somehow, it made my heart race. I let my hands wander over her throat, and under her tight little t-shirt to her breasts. Her skin was so smooth and soft it was like a baby's, and it grew warm as she blushed and became more aroused. I watched goose-bumps blossom across her as let my nails scrape across her skin, somewhere between being too gentle and being too rough.

She made little gasping noises. I could see she was really into it. She arched her back to thrust her tits at me, in a rather tawdry display of her desire. I felt very much in control of her. Just for the moment, this little bitch was all mine! It was a good feeling, it made my pussy throb in time with my heart.

And those breasts! They were almost comical, really, like basketballs stuck to her chest, but she was proud of them, and they were so erotically sensitive. I loved to rake them with my nails.

So I clawed her and pinched her until she was covered with little welts and bruises. She cried out but obviously loved it, Master had wired her to find orgasms everywhere. Or perhaps she had been a masochist to begin with?

I slapped her face, almost gently. She looked up at me with fear and worship in her eyes and I slapped her again, harder. She struggled against the rope and her breathing grew labored. She started to cry, and I found myself smiling, laughing at her.

I slapped her again, this time hard enough to leave a bright red mark across her cheek. She was blubbering like a child, but her nipples were erect, and I could smell her pussy. She was boiling with desire.

She healed so fast that you could watch her skin return to normal right before your eyes. I kissed her and reached down into her hot, wet cunt. My probing fingers found her tight, and in fact, virginal. I hadn't really noticed, but our pussies must have been healing totally, tightening, after each fuck. We were endlessly as tight as virginal nuns. Kewl!

Just touching her pussy made her jump like I'd hit her with a taser. My fingers wandered through her wet folds until I found her clitoris, and she want totally mad, screaming and begging.

It only took a moment to make her cum. Then I jilled her her over and over, it was so easy! I kissed roughly so that I could feel the orgasms shiver through her lips and her tongue. I put my hand on my throat and knew that I wanted her to belong to me, the way I belonged to Master.

I stood up. "OK Annie, my turn."

I stepped over her, and with her bound on her knees, it was easy to jam my pussy into her face. She understood instantly, of course. The feeling of her on her knees, forced to lick me, was almost as nice as the feelings of her tongue playing my sex. I ran my fingers through her soft curly hair and forced her face into my pussy, and she made me cum, and then again, and again. I came hard, like windows breaking, and I let my bladder go for the sheer joy of it, covering Annie with cum and pee. She seemed very happy about it.

When I got my wits about me, I untied Annie and sent her to take a shower.

I went into my room and logged on.

There was no sign of the real master PC software. Well, it couldn't be too easy to find. or everyone would have it. I could have taken a copy off of Master's machine, if I was allowed near it, but I knew I couldn't touch that keyboard.

Oh, I thought, just the keyboard?

Annie was in the shower, so I gingerly stepped into Master's room. Sure enough, I couldn't touch the keyboard, and even looking at his screens too closely made me a tad nauseous. But the rest of the room; the dresser, the bookshelf, and of course the bed, those were no problem.

And Master kept his backup CD-ROMs on the bookshelf. It only took a moment to find one labeled "Master PC."

Of course, I couldn't just take the CD and run it on my computer. Master had a PC with windows, and I had a Mac with OSX. That might be one reason he wasn't more careful about limiting me access to the bookshelf. Or perhaps it just didn't occur to him. Either way, it didn't matter, I was just going to surprise him, after all, I wasn't doing anything that he wouldn't like!

It struck me that making him happy was obviously a lot more important to me than obeying him. Had he set my priorities that way on purpose?

I took the backup disk to my room and looked at it on my computer. Sure enough, there were some sundry read-me files (the kind you always ignore) and one of them had an ftp address.

In a few minutes, I had access to a secret stash of Master PC software hidden in some weird nook or cranny of the internet. It made me wonder how Master had found it. Just how many people had this software, anyway? It had to be a pretty small number, or we'd all have noticed by now.

I wondered suddenly how many of the stories on "mcstories.com" had been true after all. Given the way some of the stories turned out, it was an unsettling thought.

it only took a few minutes to download what I wanted.

The latest thing.

Master PC for OSX.