We paid him and thanked him.
Kijafa hugged him.
He smiled.
We went back to my car, and I opened the door for her. I got in and drove away.
“SIX MONTHS MASTER!” She screamed.
“It will go faster than you think,” I told her.
She nodded and pouted all the way back home.
Chapter Four:
She was a bit worn out from this excursion I fed her some tomato soup and put her to bed and left her for or a bit. When I went in later, she was sound asleep I closed the door to the bedroom and slept in my recliner.
The next morning, I awoke to her sleeping on my lap. Hugging my neck. I brushed away a black lock of hair from her forehead and kissed her there.
She stirred a little. I just held her till she was awake. and opened her eyes and her brown doe eyes sparkled, my arms were asleep.
She got up and made us breakfast and we ate.
She took my callous hand in her soft ones and caressed it.
“You are more than my Master you are a true friend Mike.” She spoke.
“You make it easy to be your friend Kajira.”
She took my hand again and stroked it.” I have found peace and new freedom with you, Mike. You fill my emptiness ”
I kissed her for a very long time.
She went off to take a mini bath making sure her piercings were not disturbed
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Chapter Five:
The next six months were a whirlwind for her. The divorce became final. She got a small stipend but had to sign a nondisclosure agreement.
We learned of local BDSM clubs and meetings or munches as they called them. We went to a few and enjoyed ourselves. Like anything in life, you need good and bad characters
Some fellows wanted me to share Kajira as she introduced herself at the munches… Kijara was not in the least interested in being with any other man. All they wanted was to be with this demure oriental girl and have sex with her. She and I got those bad vibes.
I would not allow it and like I said she didn’t like it either. So we would just visit, talk, eat and have fun with our fellow kinksters.
As for her six-month healing, all went fine. No problems but she was climbing the walls wanting sex.
I denied her that and reminded her about infections. As that time got closer we went back to see George and he said she was healed. She was happy
When we got home she stripped off her white sundress and pushed me onto the bed and pulled down my shorts.
She gave me such a long and fantastic blow job.
I reminded her that she wasn’t the only one going without sex. She just kept sucking me off and getting me hard,
When I was good and hard, she moved up and kneeled over my cock, and slid me inside her. She was like a Bitch in heat. Fucking me with abandon, her shoulder-length black hair whipping about as she rode me.
Her cunt walls were slick and tight. We always had a good unison when it came to sex. We knew how to push each other’s sexual buttons and come together. It wasn’t long and we were exchanging fluids.
It felt so fucking good!
This was her first time squirting and she almost passed out on top of me
Chapter Six:
Our life was great and finally, I proposed to her. She said yes. We decided to get married on April 1, yes April fool’s day. Who but us are bigger fools right?
I got her a nice little engagement ring and a turquoise wedding ring with our names and the day we were married.
We kept it simple a couple of friends and a Justice of the peace A small dinner afterward and that was it.
But we did have George take out her labia ring and replace it with her wedding ring. Her wedding ring was replaced by a weaved ring tattoo on the ring finger of her left hand. It simply read on the inside “His!
And we live happily ever after.
Master and slave are more than just sex as some outsiders think it is. It’s about being open, honest, and trust. As well as Chemistry, if you have none of those in the relationship, you might as well go sleep at a Holiday Inn