Accidental Master - Chapter 3

I wish to thank everyone for all the positive feedback. As I mentioned before I'm not sure how this story is going to proceed. If you're looking for sex, bondage, spanking and my usual story lines, this isn't it. So move on. This story is for me. It's an actual story with some erotica included eventually. It is about a man and a broken woman who are thrust together. I hope you like it, but if not that's okay too. I would suggest you read the previous chapters to understand what is happening.  
 
As usual I need to say no one depicted is under the age of 18. I usually say that this is fantasy and keep that in mind when reading this story.   
 
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I walked out of my apartment with an unusual bounce in my step. I felt great. For the moment all my concerns were gone. I had a beautiful slave at my beck and call. I got in my car and sat there for a few minutes. I needed a few minutes to think.   
 
'What do I do now?' I asked myself. 'I wanted to kick myself for giving in. I needed to stay detached and not develop feelings for her. Feelings would cloud my thinking and I really needed to think about how to proceed.'  
 
I started the car and drove down to a coffee shop I frequent. I walked in and sat down at my usual booth.   
 
"Hey Mark." I heard from behind the counter. It was Sally, she was always at the shop. I grunted and a minute later she was there with my favorite cup of latte.  
 
"What's up, no hello?" She asked.  
 
"Oh sorry, I have some things on my mind." I answered.  
 
"Anything I can help?" Sally asked and sat down opposite me.  
 
The shop was basically empty. There was a couple in a booth at the far end of the shop, but they were involved in conversation and didn't even notice I had come in.  
 
"I-I really can't say." I stuttered. I was flustered and didn't have any idea how to answer.   
 
I had started to come in the shop the day after I moved into the neighborhood. Every time I visited Sally was there. Over the last year or so, we had gotten to know each other and often talked about our problems. But how do you tell someone I acquired a submissive woman slave and she is at my house cleaning. There are some subjects you just can't talk about.  
 
"Come on tell me." She demanded.   
 
"I really can't." I said, "You wouldn't understand. I just need to figure out what to do."  
 
"Look, you know me and we've talked about almost everything. I won't judge and sometimes it helps to get it out in the open." She prodded.  
 
The problem when someone knows you too well you can't hide anything. I sat there looking at the table trying to figure out a way to explain my situation and not tell her anything. Finally I decided to take control and tell her no.   
 
"Look Sally, I'm not going to go into it. I need to figure this out by myself. When I do and if I decide to include you I will." I practically barked at her. The look of shock was very apparent on her face, but there was something else showing. I wasn't sure but I think it was respect. I showed a side of me I didn't know existed.   
 
'Where did that come from?' I thought. 'Was this from having a slave at home? Or something else? Does everything trace back to Carrie?'   
 
I went back to my car and drove to a local second hand furniture store. I needed a bed and a chest for her things. I almost laughed at that. The only things she had was the dress I bought for her, which she rarely wore. That also added another problem, what was she going to wear?   
 
'Jesus this could get expensive quick.' It didn't take long to pick out a twin headboard, frame, mattress, box springs, and small chest. I drive an F-150 and it was plenty big enough to hold the furniture. I drove to the loading dock and soon it was loaded in my truck. That solved one problem, but the biggest problem was I needed to come up with were her rules.   
 
Immediately my mind drifted to my stories. Those were always so easy. No talking, stay naked, always ask for permission to do anything, fuck and suck on command. I knew that was what she expected and I guess some of those would be included.   
 
But I didn't want to reinforce her training, I wanted to break her out of that. There must be some way to control her while giving her some control back. This was going to be difficult. I decided to put that off and go buy her some clothes. Something she could wear out and not look like a homeless bag lady. My initial purchase really wasn't flattering.   
 
I drove up the road to an Old Navy store. I walked in and headed for the women's side. I quickly realized I had no idea of what to buy. A young female clerk walked up to me and asked, "Can I help you?"  
 
I didn't know what to say. How do I tell a clerk I need to buy clothes for my slave? I quickly decided on a story and said, "My friend just flew in and the airline lost her bag. She had an accident and sent me out to buy her something to wear."  
 
She looked at me like I was some kind of pervert and I think she expected me to ask for clothes that fit me. But instead I pulled out a piece of paper I wrote down her sizes from the hotel. She looked at it and smiled. It was obvious the clothes weren't for me and her face brightened.   
 
"Sure what do you have in mind?"  
 
"Well we don't know when her bags will arrive, how about a couple pair of jeans and tops, some underwear and maybe a dress in case we want to go out." I suggested.  
 
For a second she hesitated, but then went to work. For the next half hour or so she went from display to display asking several questions. I answered as best I could and finally I had exactly what I asked for. I walked out of the store with four bags and greatly relieved. I wondered if I would see her smile again when she saw the clothes.  
 
I looked at my watch and it was almost one. I needed to figure out what rules I needed to lay down. I drove to a park and decided to go for a walk. I finally sat down on a bench and stared at nothing. 'Damn why didn't I just take charge and fuck her? She's already trained, and she wants to be controlled. I tried to justify me acting out one of my stories. But I shook my head and laughed. I can't do it.' Finally I got up, walked back to my truck and headed home.  
 
I parked in my spot and started to unload the bed. As usual there was Margaret. I was just waiting for one of her snide remarks, but instead, she quickly walked past and didn't even look at me. I was shocked. She never missed an opportunity to fuck with me. I wondered if yesterday was the reason.  
 
I carried the mattress to the elevator and dragged it to my door. I unlocked it and pulled it inside. The first thing I noticed was Carrie, naked and on her knees as usual. He head was lowered but not completely and I could clearly see her face and there it was. Without a doubt a smile and a look I could only describe as pride. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around.  
 
My apartment never looked so good. It wasn't just clean, it was immaculate. The tables weren't just dusted but shined, the rugs were swept, and if I didn't know better I would have thought it wasn't my place. I'm not a slob, but I am a bachelor. I kept up with things but living alone I didn't always clean. I leaned the mattress against the wall and walked around. I notice she watched me but kept her head lowered. I finally ended up right in front of her.  
 
"Stand up." I demanded.  
 
Carrie jumped up and stood before me still looking down. I reached out my hand and gently grabbed her chin. Pulling it up to look me in the eyes, I smiled. "You did well slave." I said and kissed her on the forehead. I could feel her tremble and watched as she struggled to hide her smile.   
 
"Thank you Master." She said her voice shaking. I know she wasn't frightened so I'm guessing she was excited.   
 
I almost jumped for joy. It was the first time I actually knew she was happy. At least a little. "Progress," I whispered. I know she heard me as the smile disappeared, but   
 
I was happy and I hoped as I brought in what I had purchased I would see that smile again.  
 
"Open the door to the spare room. I have more to bring in." I commanded and watched as she rushed over to do as I demanded.  
 
It didn't take long to bring up the rest of the bed and chest. I waited to bring up the clothes until I finished with the room.   
 
For the next half hour we worked together setting up the bed and arranging the room. I had her do various things, mainly to keep her busy, but also to exert some control. The more I had her do, I noticed her opening up. She didn't say anything but it was how she carried herself and her expressions.   
 
Finally I sat down on the bed and she started to kneel again.  
 
"Stop, sit beside me."  
 
Carrie stopped and froze. I think she figured this is where I would take her. She sat next to me and waited.  
 
"This is your room now. You will sleep in here and keep your things. You may decorate it in any way you wish. I know there's not much now but that will change. Do you have any questions?" I asked.  
 
Carrie glanced at me and looked confused for a second, but that quickly passed and she shook her head.  
 
"Good, now I have more to bring up so wait here until I return." I know this wasn't what she expected, but me just ordering her around, seemed to almost calm her. She again nodded and lowered her head.  
 
I went back downstairs with a bounce in my step. I wanted to see that smile again and I hoped the clothes would bring it out. I grabbed the bags out of my truck and headed back inside. As the elevator started its journey up to my floor, I felt my cock come alive.   
 
"What the fuck!" I said. "It's just clothes."   
 
I stopped just outside my door. I stood there for a few moments trying to calm my body. I wanted to make this broken woman happy, but I needed to be calm and hopefully not show emotion. I needed to be in control. At least I thought.  
 
I stepped into the bedroom and Carrie was right where I left her, sitting on the bed. She looked up at me and saw the bags. Her face remained passive but her eyes lit up. I sat them down on the floor in front of her and sat down beside her.  
 
I sat there not saying a thing. I wanted to wait and see if she would ask what was in the bags. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. It was awkward but I was hoping her curiosity would get the better of her and she would.  
 
It must have been five minutes before she cracked. "Master? Are those bags for me?" She asked, her voice timid.  
 
"Yes they are." I answered, but didn't say anything else.  
 
We again waited for a few more minutes and I smiled when she started to fidget. I knew it was killing her wanting to know what was in the bags, I also knew it wasn't a slave's place to ask.  
 
"Would you like to know what's in the bags?" I asked, not able to hide my smile.  
 
"Oh yes Master," she gushed.  
 
My cock had relaxed by now but hearing her excitement, it quickly came alive again.   
 
"Go ahead and look inside." I said. No sooner than the words left my mouth she jumped off the bed and grabbed the first bag. I watched in amazement as she pulled out each pair of jeans, held them up to her and quickly grab a top. She didn't try to hide her joy. I was glad I let the clerk pick out the clothes as I could tell she did a very good job with her choices.   
 
I watched as Carrie opened each bag and pulled out everything. A few minutes later she looked up at me and said. "How did you know my sizes?"  
 
"Remember at the hotel when you got sick. When I took them off and went to buy you and outfit to wear. I noted the sizes. Do you like them?" I asked.  
 
"Oh yes Master, I love them. But..." She answered and I know she wanted to say more but stopped.  
 
"But what?"  
 
"I expected something different."  
 
"Like?"  
 
"Well I... Expected something more... Revealing, I guess." She answered her face blushing.  
 
"You might be a slave, but my slaves are covered. I say when they can show off." I said a bit more stern than normal.  
 
"Yes Master."  
 
"Now I'm going out to the other room. I want you to try everything on and show me." I said and walked out.  
 
It was a couple minutes later when Carrie walked out in a very nice pair of jeans that fit perfectly. Tight but not too tight. The scoop neck top was bright and by chance the color brought out the color of her eyes. She couldn't hide her joy at the outfit. She was bouncing from foot to foot and she spun around showing me how it fit. I didn't say a word and she was gone like a flash. Only to come out again with another outfit.   
 
None of the outfits were especially sexy, but she looked good in each one. I had to grab a pillow to cover my erection. I couldn't remember getting so hard so often. Just another benefit to having a pretty young woman living with me.  
 
Carrie walked out of the bedroom once again naked. I sighed as I hoped she would have stayed dressed. I needed to address the rules now. I walked over to the corner of the main room where my computer and desk were. I sat down and booted it up. I noticed that Carrie was watching me closely.  
 
"Come over here slave, we need to address your rules. As I give them to you, you will type them into a document that we will post." I said as I opened a blank document and put "Slave's Rules" in the title.  
 
Carrie sat down obviously nervous and placed her hands on the keyboard.  
 
1.I am the Master and you are the slave. You will obey my commands or be subjected to punishments.  
 
2.In this apartment you may dress or undress as you wish. However you must be covered or dressed to answer the door or if anyone is visiting.  
 
3.You may address me as you wish in the apartment but in public or in front of others I am Mark.  
 
4.Inside this apartment I will address you in any way I wish. Outside the apartment or in front of visitors, I will address you by your name. I can suspend this rule at my discretion.   
 
5.You are to maintain personal hygiene including bathing regularly, shaving all hair below the shoulders, and feminine cleanliness. I require you to let me know when your period arrives.  
 
6.I will schedule you a doctor appointment for a physical and to arrange birth control. You will stay on birth control as long as you are my slave.   
 
7.You will always answer me truthfully. If I learn you have lied, you will be punished severely up to and including eviction.  
 
8.In public you are required to act as normal. You may defer to my decisions but you are expected to converse and speak freely.  
 
9.You are responsible for the upkeep and maintenance of the apartment. Including cleaning, meals, laundry, and shopping for groceries. I will establish a household account with a budget and money deposited every two weeks. You will have a debit card to make purchases. You are expected to stay within this budget. With this budget you are expected to purchase food and anything required to maintain the apartment.  
 
10\. You will not mention your slavery to anyone without my permission. If asked you will state "You have suffered a setback and are staying here while you are getting back on your feet."  
 
11\. I control your sex. You will not orgasm or masturbate without permission. NO EXCEPTIONS.  
 
12.You will also be given a clothing allowance. You will use this to purchase any clothing of your choice. You will for the immediate future purchase one outfit every week. You are not a whore, you are my slave. You will dress accordingly in public, unless I say otherwise.  
 
13.I require one massage each week. It is up to you as to when, how and what you massage. I can refuse at my discretion.  
 
14.As you are not a sex slave, there will be no safe words. If I give you a command you are free to ask not to obey and discuss why. My decision is final.  
 
15.The one exception to rule 11 is when either you or I state clearly "Sex Slave Mode". At that time you will acknowledge with the phrase "I am your sex slave master", or the word "RED". In sex slave mode you will have two safe words. RED stops the mode and everything involved. YELLOW means stop what is happening to discuss anything further. Sex slave mode may include, anal, vaginal, and oral sex of my choosing, bondage, humiliation, spanking, public exposure or sex, and anything else I desire. It will not include scat, animals, children, body modifications, permanent markings including tattoos, piercings, or marks of any kind. To end Sex Slave Mode you simply state RED, or I will say end Sex Slave Mode. At that time all other rules apply.  
 
16.Punishments will include but not be limited to the following: Spankings, whippings, confinements, restraints, loss of privileges, budget restrictions or eviction. All punishments will be clearly stated and measured. No punishment will be administered in anger.  
 
17.You have the right to discuss any rule or add a rule if you desire. I have the final say if any modification to the rules will occur.  
 
18.You have the choice to end your slavery to me at any time. However if you decide to end this arrangement, you will pack your clothing (any clothing purchased are yours to keep), and vacate the premises immediately. I will provide you with enough funds arrange transportation and one weeks stay at a hotel. Up to $500.00  
 
I sat back and looked at Carrie as she typed each command. I watched as her face changed with each rule. I could tell she was confused by a few of them. I know none of her previous Masters or Mistresses had given her such freedom. When she finished she turned to me and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something. I waited but she didn't and dropped to the floor. I knew that this was her training when she wasn't sure what to do. I smiled and reached out to her. She was again looking at the floor or I pulled her face up to look at me.  
 
"Slave, I do not require you to kneel in front of me. You are free to sit and are not limited to be subservient and maintain any particular position. However I am curious what your rules were under your other owners. However these are your new rules."   
 
I said trying to keep my voice a calm as possible. But in my head I wanted to drag her to bed and fuck her eyes out. But I knew that I had to establish trust first. I really wanted her to ask to go into Sex Slave Mode. I wasn't sure if I could wait for that however.  
 
Carrie's expression changed, her face relaxed. I noticed her body language also changed. She no longer looked defeated, but somehow looked proud.  
 
"May I speak?" She asked.  
 
"Yes you may speak freely. You need not ask permission. My only restriction is I control your sex." I answered.  
 
"Thank you Master, I will obey all your rules and make you proud." She almost gushed, her face and body almost glowing. I smiled and said, "Go get dressed, we're going out to dinner."  
 
I laughed as she jumped up and ran to her room. "Master do I have time to bathe?" She called out as she entered her new room.  
 
"Yes of course, I want you to look your best." I answered my cock fully erect. It was going to be difficult waiting for her a ask me to take her.   
 
I sat down at the computer and checked my mail. If her first bath was any indication it would be a while before she was ready.  
 
I sat there waiting until my slave got out of the bathroom and scurry to her room. I stepped inside and took a quick shower. I wanted to look as good as I could for her. I know I was easily double her age but in spite of my best efforts, I was developing feelings for her.   
 
Even though I showered after her, I was still dressed and ready to go before she was. I was sitting on my old couch when she walked out of her room. I had to stifle a gasp. She was a vision of loveliness. Her hair was perfect, flowing over her shoulders and down almost to her breasts. Although she didn't have any makeup, her skin glowed. She stood there in her new tight jeans and flowered top looking like a million dollars. I smiled and held out my hand,  
 
"Come slave." I breathed as she walked over to me almost looking like a predator stalking her prey. I felt a rush flow through me as for the first time I was getting a glimpse at the real Carrie.  
She took my hand and whispered, "Thank you Master." As we walked out the door. Of course Margaret was out. I think she stations herself like a sentry as we left my apartment. When she saw me she glared, but when Carrie followed me into the hall, the look disappeared and she looked away.  
 
"Good Evening Margaret." I said just to see what she would say.  
 
"Mark," she quietly spoke. "I see your visitor is still here."  
 
"Yes I am," I heard behind me. "I like it here." I heard my slave speak. Her voice confident and strong. I glanced at her as she stared at Margaret.   
 
Margaret didn't respond but quickly opened her door and rushed inside. I was more than a little confused by Margaret's reaction to Carrie. We walked to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed I couldn't help but ask.   
 
"What the fuck was that?"  
 
"It's nothing, I'm just staking my claim to my Master." She quietly answered.  
 
I shook my head as the elevator doors opened and we walked out to my car. I sat down behind the wheel and Carrie was sitting in the passenger seat beside me. She was so different than when she arrived with me just a day ago. She sat up straight and looked around like a kid seeing the world for the first time. I smiled but for the first time since I met her I was nervous. I felt like I was on a first date. Not only that but I was with a woman well above my pay grade. I took a breath to calm my nerves. I looked at her again and I knew she was just as out of her element as I was. We're both going to have learn our roles. Me as her master, her as my submissive and not a slave.   
 
I pulled up to my favorite steak house. I got out and opened her door and she stepped out. I could see her nervousness more clearly now. I leaned in and said,   
 
"Relax, it's just dinner." She smiled a weak smile and nodded. "Remember the rules Carrie and enjoy the meal."  
 
We walked in and learned that we had a thirty minute wait. I led her to the bar and found a couple seats. When the bartender asked I ordered her a Merlot and me a vodka martini. I knew she was uncomfortable in public, probably because her previous owners humiliated her. I put my hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. You are my slave, and I protect my slave. You are safe and I won't share you."   
 
I looked in her eyes and noticed a tear start to form. I pulled out my handkerchief and handed it to her. "Dry your eyes pet, the evening is just starting." She nodded and dried her eyes. "Mas-Mark, why? Why are you doing this? I am nothing?"   
 
"I don't know," I laughed. "Believe me when I stopped that man from taking you after slipping you that drug, I never expect this to happen. I would never in a million years have guessed this would happen." I honestly said. "But you know what? The more I'm around you and the more I get to know you, I think it was destiny. You needed rescuing, I need purpose. I was just living not experiencing life. My divorce drained the life out of me. You give me purpose."   
 
I probably shouldn't say that to a slave. A master needs to show strength and be in control. Especially one that has been controlled for so long.   
 
She looked at me and bit her lip. She obviously wanted to say something but she held back. I wanted to know what was going on behind that pretty face, but I wanted her to be the one to tell me, not me demanding her to tell me.  
 
We both took a drink and a few moments later, my cell buzzed our table was ready. We quickly got up and a few moments later the hostess directed us to a booth near the back of the restaurant. I pointed to the seat facing the rear and I sat across from her. Our waiter arrived a moment later and I ordered another round of drinks.  
 
Carrie was nervously fidgeting in her seat. She wasn't comfortable in public and didn't say a word. I decided that I needed to start at the beginning and ordered her to open her menu. "You may order whatever you wish. I would suggest the filet. It's especially good here." She nodded and looked it over.  
 
I knew I needed to know more about her submission to first her husband and then to the others. But for our first time out in public I just wanted her to relax and enjoy the evening. At first she was very shy and it was difficult to get her to speak. But after her third glass of Merlot she started to open up. By the time we left she was answering questions and asking me about what I did. When we left she wasn't following me like a pet on a leash but holding on to my arm. I wanted to think it was because she felt comfortable, but I think it was because of the wine.  
 
It was still early when we left so I decided to go by my local grocery store. My pantry was pretty much empty and I wanted her to know where to go. I pulled in the parking lot and parked.  
 
"This is where you will do most of your shopping." It was a Mega Walmart that had almost everything a person could want. "I want you to get used to going here." I said and opened my door. This time I didn't open hers but stood behind my truck and waited for her to join me. She got out and again grabbed my arm as we walked inside.   
 
"I know this is probably not the best time to shop, but I want breakfast tomorrow morning." I explained. She nodded and grabbed the cart. For the next half hour or so, we wandered up and down the aisles. She was very through taking her time picking out meats, veggies, can goods and cleaning supplies. By the time we finished we had a full cart. As we stood in line I joked, "You do know there are only two of us?" She blushed and when I laughed she joined me.  
 
It took us a couple trips to get everything up to my apartment. As I was bringing up the last load, I walked into the kitchen and stopped. She was naked again, but busily putting thing away. "You do know you are allowed to dress at home?" I asked her.   
 
"Oh yes Master, but I wanted to be available for you if you wanted me." She gushed.   
 
My cock sprang into action in seconds. I turned and walked out. Damn this is going to be tough.   
 
I turned on the TV and a little while later, Carrie walked in and sat down next to me. She leaned in and put her head on my shoulder. We watched TV for a while when I noticed she was snoring lightly. 'I think I could get used to this.' I muttered.