He calls me occasionally. At first it was every week but has been less frequent of late. He called Wednesday.
“I’m thinking you’ve replaced me by now,” I say.
“Not yet but taking applications. I’ve put the job request through HR.”
“Ha, ha. Glad to know I mean so much to you.”
“For some reason,” he says drolly, “my HR people balked at one of my job requirements. I listed ‘big tits.’ They said it wasn’t PC. Go figure.”
“Nice…” I reply.
He asks if I’m having any “adventures” out here. I sigh and tell him that absolutely nothing is going on. “I’ve taken to walking half naked in the woods,” I say. “It’s come to that.”
He likes hearing my submissive desperation. And I like being desperate in his presence. In normal times, me there with him, it would lead to something.
He asks about Mother. He has been genuinely concerned, and I sense it’s not just for my sake, but an empathy for her. He is not far from her age. I update him, and I tell him the latest thinking about Lucille providing live-in service, although I imagine he’s already heard that from Amanda.
“I think I will at least be back for a short time in June,” I say. “Just ten days or so… Maybe, I’m just thinking, maybe you might take me, even if not our regular schedule, just a few days?”
“Amanda will have plans for you.”
“I know. She wants to mate me with the whole neighborhood. But if I could convince her… You know, it could be a great opportunity for you.”
“Oh, really? How’s that?” I hear the smile in his voice.
“I’m at a point where I would do anything for you.”
“You already do.”
“OK… I know. That’s the problem of my being your slave. I have nothing to bargain with.”
“Besides,” he adds, “it sounds like if I took you, it would be more for your need than for my pleasure.”
“I kinda thought they were the same… But you’re going to make me beg for this, aren’t you.”
“I’ll work on that.”
“It’ll have to be a creative, utterly humiliating beg.”
“I was afraid of that.”
I ask him about his work. He talks business for a while, and how it’s been a season of travel for him. I wonder how he has gotten all the reports done. He says he’s farmed it out to one of his offices, but it’s a pain in the ass for him. “They get things wrong,” he says.
“I do too sometimes,” I say. “But you have me naked while I do them, so you don’t notice so much.”
“So, I think you should get me a cage,” I say impulsively. “A big vertical cage to put me in.” I go on to say that Amanda won’t get me one. “It’s all I can think about these days.”
“Maybe in the garden outside the wall of windows in the Great Room,” he says.
“Oh, Jeffress would have a field day with that.” (Jeffress is the landscaping guy at the mansion.)
“It would make a lovely bird cage. For a big bird.”
“See, now, you’re making fun,” I say. “I’m serious. No one takes me seriously on this. I’m telling you I am meant to be kept in a cage. It’s something you should want too.”
“Seems you have a lot to beg for.”
I sigh. “Like I say, working on that, sir.”
Being in conversation with him, this kind of repartee, heats my longing to serve him, to submit to his dominance. Out here, I have never been able to turn off my submissive desire, but it certainly has been running in idle. Every conversation with Master M revs it up once again.
He says he has another meeting in a few minutes. I thank him for the call and for bearing with my sassy demeanor, although I know he likes it.
“Oh, yes,” he adds, “before I go, there’s something else. About Maria. I’ll put it this way: If I actually did post a vacancy for your position, she might like to apply. I’m guessing.”
Maria is Master McKenna’s housemaid. “I’ve wondered about her,” I say. “She’s asked me a lot of questions. A little too curious for it not to be… something.”
“Well, one, she misses you. She’s asked about you a dozen times. Two, she’s afraid of me, but has mustered courage to ask me about what I do… with you.”
“Maria is afraid of you because of what you do to girls like me.”
Master M laughs. “Probably… She’s naturally timid, but I think some of that is a natural submissiveness…”
“I sense that too. Which may be why she’s curious.”
“So, I’ve been noodling on something,” he says. “It would be for when you’re back. Like for a longer chunk of time.”
“Whenever that is.”
“It’ll happen. With great respect for your mother’s situation, you’ll find a solution, and you’ll make it back… You need this too much.”
I sigh. “You have no idea.”
“So, this might be complicated. If Maria is open to it, I wonder if you might tutor her. In the art of submission.”
This is new. I take a moment to absorb it. “What’s your end goal?” I ask, using his vocabulary.
“Big picture: a training program. If I am making the D/s retreats with dominant trainees a regular thing, it makes sense to me that I’d have a submissive training academy as well. Maybe they get paired. But that’s getting ahead of things. For now, I am just putting two pieces together, you and Maria. If she’s interested in learning.”
He’s talking about me in a way as if I’ve never left, including me in his Next Big Thing, and it warms my heart that I continue to partner with him in my own slavery.
“Would you be her dominant?” I ask.
“That’s the complicated part. I employ her, technically through one of my businesses. That poses legal problems. But I think there’s a way around that eventually.” He goes on to suggest that at first I approach Maria casually about her own submissive orientation. “See if something’s there.” Then he says maybe it could progress to my teaching her the basics about the submissive life. “I’ll provide you time for that,” he says. “After a while you’ll tell her that you’ll approach me about allowing her to observe you when you’re with me.” And he says that in time he could work it out, if she wishes, to submit to him. “It could be a modest D/s with her, simple and relatively mild. Whatever she wishes to try.”
Like a top exec, he’s worked it all out. While he seems genuinely interested in helping Maria find her own submissive self — it’s consistent with the Master Teacher he is — I also sense he has a desire for another submissive, to have two of us. That would be interesting. Much for me to chew on.
“Sounds like a workable plan,” I finally say. “Yes, of course. I will gladly do that.”
“Good… And, by the way, when you come out here for the ten days… work it out with Amanda. Yes, of course, I will have you.”
“In so many ways…” I sigh.