When Laura woke up, in a matter of speech of course because she was still bound to the bed, she felt that something was different. She wiggled her head, trying to get her thoughts together. She had not sleep very well, having so many nightmares, feeling hands touching her body, tickling her achy marks, playing with her nipples and pussy.

Suddenly, Laura realized what had changed. The blindfold, it was gone! First, she felt relief, but soon became suspicious again, wondering why she had been unblindfolded after that incredible evening. Her dread that she might have been sold to someone else returned.

Laura looked around at the bedroom. It didn’t have anything special, was furnished with a simple chair, a big chest, had darkwood walls and a small window. By it, Laura saw only big evergreen trees, shadowing the sky. Unable to do much, Laura waited for something to happen. About half an hour later, the bedroom door opened and she was able to see a man entering the room. He was approximately thirty-five years old, not taller than she, had short auburn hair with green eyes. He wore aviator-type glasses and didn’t have anything very peculiar; in a word, he looked like anybody. The man walked to the bed, looking at her with no apparent bad intentions. Was he her new master?

- Good morning, Laura, he finally said.

Laura recognized her master’s voice. So it was him. She closed her eyes, thanking God, luring him to laugh a little.

- No, Laura, you haven’t been sold yet!

She quickly reopened her eyes. Staring at him with saucerplates eyes, she was stunned.

He explained to her:

- There is no mystery, Laura, you talk a lot in your dreams. You felt that you were displayed before an audience, yesterday night, and that you might be a prize for someone… I wouldn’t have think of something that hard for a first encounter, but if it’s what you want to convince yourself, I’m afraid that I can’t do much thing against that…

He began to caress her with the end of his right hand fingers, first on her thighs which kept purple marks. He moved to her red irritated pussy, gently tickling it, causing it to open a little. Then, he got up to her battered breasts, played with the erect nipples. Laura recalled that he had previously done the same thing during her sleep, causing some reactions in her dreams.

Before he untied her, the man put a large dog collar around her neck and he fixed a leash to one of the rings that hung from it. Only then did he start to remove the four ropes that kept her prisonner. Stretched as she had been for all night long, the young woman had problems resuming blood circulation in all her members, so the man helped by giving her a hard massaging on both legs and arms. Fast she returned to somewhat normal condition and tried to stood up.

- I’m sorry, Laura, but with a dog leash, you must walk on all fours. Haved you often seen dogs standing on only two feet?

Another game, she thought while bending to take the ordered position.

- Now let’s go visit the house, did he say, pulling on the leash beside her. Oh! by the way, my name is Richard, but you might called me Dick if you prefer… but only when we’re not playing game, of course…

He finished the sentence, laughing a little again.

Laura followed him out of the bedroom and into what would be a big livingroom. She found her clothes around the place, still on the floor. The setting wasn’t particularly well handled, not very clean; it looked more or less like a hunter’s cabin in the woods whom it probably was. But something was a lot more unattended and made her uncomfortable again. Standing on a tripod, a videocam was pointing its objective at her; she was videotaped and probably was also her last night performance. After all, she figgured that she could still be a displayed toy before an audience; the customers didn’t need to be there in the first place. Laura started to shake in fear and the man didn’t try to releave her from her dread too soon, enjoying a lot that mind game.

Finally, he sat on a chair, pulling the leash to direct her to his feet, which she did, posing her head against his right foot. He caressed her brown hair for a long moment, feeling her trembling state before he talked again:

- My poor Laura, you still think that there might be dozens or even hundreds of people looking at you right now, aren’t you?

Without answering in voice, the naked girl turned her teary eyes to him. He gently lifted her chin and said:

- You should have more confidence in your master, Laura.

- But the cam… she just began.

He returned his right hand to her long brown hair, letting them flow between his fingers as he would have done with his dog and he continued:

- Let’s get that straight, Laura. Yes, you are being videotaped naked at my feet right now, you were since you entered this house and you will be for the rest of your stay… But why, are you asking yourself. Just for my personnal enjoyment, Laura. This could be the only time we meet in real life, so I want to keep a souvenir. I sware to you that I don’t intend to make copies of the tapes, neither exchanging or selling them to anybody in the whole wide world.

- Really? did she asked, forgetting to add tu usual “Master” to her question.

- Yes, Laura, really! If you want to be my slave, you must accept this videotaping as part of the agreement.

- For this occasion, only?

He nodded, correcting her:

- Forever!

Laura smiled for the first time since her arrival. Forever is a very long time and she will have to live knowing that a very compromising item showing her doing pervert stuff was existing somewhere and could be reappearing at an awkward moment. It was like Damocles sword. She went inside her, asking herself if it would be something that she would fear or cherish secretly. When she looked up again at Richard, her mind was made as she said:

- Allright!

This time, she recalled her mistake, almost instantly adding:

- … Master. I’m sorry, Master. You can do whatever you wish with me during my stay and you can tape everything. You can even sell them if you like…

He acknowledged her submission and smiled back, unfastening the leash while he changed the subject:

- You can get up on your feet, Laura. We’ll return to the dog training later. Aren’t you hungry? It’s almost noon…

He showed her the kitchen and explained that she had top prepare the lunch for the both of them, being at his service. She asked what he would like to eat, but he replied that he wanted to be surprised by her. Lucky for her, Laura found a good assortment of food in the refrigerator. She opted for shrimps and chicken and prepared a Valencia paella, a spanish dish that she had cook a few times.

When ready, they sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed what she had done. Richard seemed quite satisfied of her doing and he grants her after his first bite. Only for the strange situation of being naked to eat, Laura had a good time talking with him. He asked about her work as a teacher, but he didn’t tell her much about his own life. After lunch, they got back to the livingroom and seated on the couch to relax.

Laura was craving to ask some intimate question to Richard, but she didn’t want to unplease him. Being as submissive as she could be, without been asked to, she kneeled on the floor, facing him.

- May I ask some questions, Master?

He smiled and answered:

- You may ask as many question as you like, Laura, but I can’t promise that I will give you all the answers.

She inclined her head, obediently understanding and began:

- Why am I here, Master?

- Why? Strange topic you’re heading, Laura.

- I meant why haved you chosen me, Master?

- Because I wanted to meet you, Laura. The pictures you sent me were wonderfull either you took them with a remote. And…

- And, Master?

- And you are a teacher, did he add with a smile.

- A teacher, Master? Is that important?

- Yes Laura, it is to me. I have to admit that I have a strong fixation with female teachers since my eighth or ninth year in school. I wanted to have sex with a few of them, but that didn’t occur, unfortunately.

Now Laura knew a key element in her master’s interest about her.

- How was the first one you had a crush on, if I may ask, Master? Was she a bit like me?

He took a look back and he replied:

- She was about as tall as you, her hair was less dark, but for the same length. For the rest, you wouldn’t qualify for her twin sister…

Laura smiled at her master, understanding that she was in a way a mental representation of his lost love. She wished that she could have been more close to her appearance, but she was willing to do as much he would like her to do to narrow the gap.

- She was surely very pretty…

Richard wiggled his head.

- In a way, yes, she was, but you must not picture her as beauty queen or a top model. She wouldn’t attract much attention in the crowd, you know.

- What did she had that made you fall in love with her, Master?

Richard wiggled his head a second time and his cheeks became pink as he admitted:

- Oh! Laura, she had big tits! It was the first time I realized that breasts attracted me…

Laura felt embarrassed looking at her rather small tits.

- I wish I could do something to enlarge mines, Master, they are not what you would have liked them to be, I’m sure.

He laughed and said:

- I’m afraid it’s too late to plan a surgical operation, Laura. We must find other ways to manage this little problem.

- Do you have an idea, Master?

He nodded yes, but he wasn’t reddy to tell her what he had prepared for her.

- We’ll discuss this matter later, Laura. It will be another game for us to play, I hope that you will like it. Do you have some other things you wanted to know?

- Going back to your female teacher, Master, how did you support your interest in her, if nothing happend between the both of you?

- Well, Laura, as you can imagine I fantasized a lot about her, using commun event to dream of having her in a perverted situation. Would you like to listen to one?

- Oh! yes, Master! said the young woman avidly.

Richard sat comfortably on the couch and started recalling his recollection of a particular event:
- It was at the end of my ninth year at school, if I’m not mistaken, the exams were all finished and the students had prepared a kind of celebration to end the schoolyear. I wasn’t very interested in any of that stuff, but I went anyway to the gymnasium to attend a special event. To raise money for next year sports equipement that the school couldn’t afford, students had planned a phony slave auction. Some students, teachers and even headmaster would be sold to the highest bidder for a few hours of fun and the money would go to the school sport department.

"As I have just entered the gymnasium where a good crowd stood, somebody talked to me from behind. I turned around and it was my dear female teacher who asked me if I was planning to buy myself a slave, knowing too well that I didn’t have a girlfriend, being too shy.

She left me and went to other business. I didn’t really interest in the slave auction, neither stayed there for a long time, but the same night I imagined a great fantasy.
"We were all at the slave auction. After leaving me to go meet other teachers, I heard three bully guies talking about her. They were saying that they have planned to buy my female teacher with the help of the student who had organized the auction. If they succeeded, they were going to bring her someplace and sexually abused her. I didn’t know what to do, should I be heading to her and warn her about it. It would be difficult speaking with her because of the loud speakers that were there. Fighting with myself, I didn’t do anything. The auction began, the headmaster was the first to be sold to a friend of mine who loved politics and wanted to discuss with him. Then a few students, boys and girls, were auctionned and sold to their girldfriend or boyfriend. No teacher had been on the podium yet.

"The auctionneer asked for a teacher to come forward. Noone did want to come, but being the school union delegate, my teacher was sent by the others. She finally got up on the stage and the auction resumed. My three guies had dispersed in the crowd, but I recognized their voices when they screamed prices for her. What could I be doing to help her? I reached to my pocket and found a twenty dollars bill that my mother gave me early in the schoolyear, in case something special should happen and I would have to… say take a taxi to get home, being sick or else. I thought the situation was serious enough and I screamed louder than the rest of the others: Twenty dollars! The three guies didn’t have that much and they couldn’t raise the bidding. But they were furious and were heading my way. I ran to the stage, paid and took my teacher out of the gymnasium.

"She was surprised to see me, more to catch why I paid twenty dollars, big bucks for that time for the only privilege to spend a few hours with her. Only when we were in her school office, did I try to explain what was going on. My explanation wasn’t very clear, but she finally understood the situation she escaped.

Laura was devouring every word Richard said, making the story onroll in her head. She expressed:

- So you have saved her life, Master!

- Oh, maybe not, but it’s not yet the end of the story, Laura, did Richard resume. In my fantasy, it was only the beginning. After hearing what I had said, my teacher decided that she ought me a reward and called my mother to see if she would agree to let me spend a week at her country house. Believe me, it’s a fantasy, my mother agreed. So we left to the mountains after picking up a few things, let’s remember that the school year was finished.

"My teacher’s country-house was way in the woods, much like here, and we arrived late just before an incredible thunderstorm begin. We ran inside, took a short meal and she showed me my bedroom.
"During the night, the storm became more violent than ever and the electric power was shut off by a lightning fallen on a transformer. I wasn’t asleep, the thunder made too hard noises and I heard the bedroom open. I heard my teacher whispering: Are you sleeping? I answered that I couldn’t get to sleep, so did she, running to my bed as a sudden flasch of lightning appeared by the window. She told me that she was scared of thunderstorm and asked me if it was okay that she spent the rest of the night with me. The bed was a double one, so I told her that I wouldn’t mind. She jumped under the sheets and slicked close to me, trembling with fear. It was only there that I remarked that she was completely naked. I tried to comfort her the best way I could, holding her in my arms. "The sky finally cleared around 4 o’clock in the next morning. My teacher didn’t had much sleep, but she felt protected, her head leaning on my trunk. She asked me if I really tought that she would have been rape by the three guies; I told her that it was a definite possibility and that I was happy that I could help her escape that situation.

" And you, Richard? she did asked me. Don’t you want to rape me? Don’t you want me to be your slave?
"I was astounded. She was willing to let me dominate her for the rest of the week. She got out of the sheets and exposed herself in the morning light by the window, showing me her breasts and pussy. She glanced at me with excitement and she told me:
I’m your sexual slave, Richard!

- And you did, Master? demanded Laura.

The man smiled and he replied:

- I told you before, Laura. You won’t have all the answers!