He stroked His prick faster. I saw the head get redder and more swollen.

"That's right, my dear, you've just passed your first test. I am your master, you are my willing servant. Your whole purpose in life is to serve me. Your only reason for living is to give me pleasure. Is that understood?"

"Oh, yes, Master, yes, Master. Please show me your pleasure. I'm coming now. Ah, ah, aaahhh, yes, NOW! PLEASE!"

He gritted His teeth and pumped His hips back and forth. Long, creamy gobs of come erupted from His prick and splattered all over me. Warm, gooey, spurts of His love juice landed in my hair, on my face and breasts. I opened my mouth and caught some of it on my tongue. It hit me like electricity, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His come mixed with my come, some dripped on my cunt and made my orgasm last even longer.

"Oh, Master," I moaned, "you have given me more pleasure than I deserve." My hand was still massaging my tits while I held the dildoe up my cunt with the other. "Oh, Master, Master, Master."

I rolled over and kneeled at His feet. I licked the drops of His come up off the plastic sheet, savoring every drop. I kissed the toes of His shoes. I embraced His ankles and kissed the cuffs of His pants.

"Master, I am yours."

CHAPTER THREE

The next day I was at the front door again, this time with my suitcase in my hand. I hadn't brought a lot of clothing with me, I knew I wouldn't need it. I just had some toiletries and personal effects, some school books, and a note. I rang the bell.

"Who is it?" came the same disembodied voice through the loudspeaker.

"It is I, Master, your servant, Jodie." Just saying the words "master" and "servant" made me warm and tingly in my loins.

"Ah, yes, my dear, do come in."

The door buzzed and I entered. This time I did nothing, I just stood in the entry-way and waited. I didn't even put my bag down, I held it in my hand. Several minutes passed, I was starting to feel uncomfortable but I didn't move. I just waited.