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MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 9 ] Little Cat smiled at me. “Master, Mistress wanted to know how you are doing?” I could see her pressing some key on her computer keyboard and knew she was recording my image. “Okay Little Cat here is my message. I’ve managed to talk to Margaret she is aware of where she is and who she is. I would agree that she’s hidden herself in the unconscious. I think I know what the key is, but I don’t know how to access it.” I could see Little Cat up outside the view of the camera and was smiling. She got up from her seat and Elizabeth sat down. “Hello Paul, I heard part of the message. How do you mean that you don’t know how to access the key?” I smiled at her. “Hello Elizabeth, I think Margaret was pre-programmed to give clues to a person who she trusts.” Elizabeth shook her head at that. “Why do you think that she trusts you? I mean you’re keeping her naked aren’t you?” “I am, but I’m not pressuring her as a master would do. I’m just lightly using her instead of the demands that she’s become used to.” I said. “Maybe she is responding to other signals?” Elizabeth frowned in concentration. “I don’t understand, what signals?” She asked. I shook my head. “You’re asking me? You’re the ones who said I’ve got some form of controlling influence within me. Perhaps that is what she’s responding to?” Elisabeth made a face. “I’m not too sure about that. I know that I was altered by you to begin with but then you did order me to revert to normal. I can remember what happened and how I was changed but I can’t see why Margaret would trust you!” “Maybe I’ve got that kind of face?” I said jokingly “Yeah! Sure you have!” Elizabeth said laughing and then she sobered up. “What is the trigger?” she asked me. I pressed some buttons on my computer to play a pre-recorded video. It was Margaret in the shower. “She’s a very pretty girl. But what’s the trigger?” Elizabeth asked again “Listen!” I told her and started playing the recording. I watched Elizabeth’s face as she followed the humming tune. “Do you know what that tune is?” She asked me. I shook my head. “None at all! I don’t keep up with the latest hits you know” Elizabeth’s face was solemn as she shook it. “That is one tune that is never heard beyond the city line. Nobody will sing that one out loud in public.” I was puzzled. “Why what is it? Some banned song full of nudity and buggery?” I asked Elizabeth laughed out loud at that. “Oh no, something even worse than that.. .” She paused. “No. I can’t tell you – I need to talk to the council first.” “Can’t you even let me have the full tune?” I asked her but she shook her head. “I’m sorry Paul. But not even the tune can be played without permission of the council – I do understand believe me.” I could see the look on her face. She knew that this might help Margaret but was not allowed to do it. The problem was killing her inside. “Elizabeth I understand!” Well I didn’t but she didn’t need to know that, “Talk to the council and I’ll try to keep Margaret alive until then.” I didn’t know what I meant by alive it was just the way the words came out. Elizabeth gave a grateful look and quickly closed the connection; she didn’t want to dwell on my words. I gazed back at the monitor screen. Margaret was sleeping again. I yawned and decided that I would also go to bed. - - - - - - - - - - - I was woken up by a crying noise from my monitor. “Mum, Dad I’m sorry where-ever you are, I didn’t mean to let you down.” Were the only words I could make out. I slipped downstairs to the basement where Margaret was still crying. I gently took her by the shoulders; she didn’t stop crying but seemed to tense up slightly. “Margaret listen to me. You didn’t let your parents down! There wasn’t anything you could have done. Remember there were nine other children taken at the same time. If any of them could have escaped they would have done. You showed more resilience than they did and were singled out for extra control. You had no chance to escape. That’s why you retreated as you’d been taught.” I hugged her again, “You did what you had to. Your parents would have been proud of you.” I gently kissed the top of her head and her sobs seemed to go silent. She pulled away from me slightly to enable her to look at me. “Why are you doing this?” She asked. “Why aren’t you forcing me not to cry?” I gave a soft chuckle. “Would it have really worked? You need comforting not moaning at. Now get back to sleep. Your master has spoken!” She looked at my face in the half-light and could see I was smiling; she gave a small smile herself and then said. “Yes master.” And snuggled down again in my arms. Soon her breathing slowed and she was asleep again. - - - - - - - - - - - I woke again to the normal feeling of an expert mouth on my cock. I just lay in the bed as my mind wandered. It was good to feel Billie-Jo working away again. Something was trying to get my attention. There was the smell of cook breakfast coming from the table. I smiled to myself. The cell wasn’t really a place to stay . . . My eyes opened wide. Margaret was kneeling in front of me hovering away at my cock. On the table was a cooked breakfast for me and a cold cereal for her! I glanced at the door to the basement. In my haste to comfort Margaret I hadn’t closed or locked the doors. It allowed the girl access to the house above which was how she found the kitchen. I shuddered as I released my load down Margaret’s mouth. She took care to clean me off and then looked up at me. “Good morning master. Did you sleep well?” She asked smiling. “Very well Margaret, I see you’ve been busy.” I indicated the table. She lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry master, but you were sleeping and it was time for breakfast. I did ensure that I wasn’t observed. I noticed you are lacking some supplied, I’ve made a list up.” I just looked at her. Not only had she gone upstairs and returned to the basement, she was also trying to organise my life! I took her hand and allowed her to rise from her knees; I then got up from the bed and walked to the table. I allowed Margaret to sit down and then I sat. She remained in her seat watching me. “You are allowed to eat you know Margaret.” I told her but she still waited. I took some bacon on my fork and put it in my mouth. “This is very good Margaret. You are an excellent cook!” I praised her. It was as if I’d told her she was beautiful – she smiled and blushed and then she started to eat her cereal. I noticed she had ensured that she used a plastic spoon whereas I had metal utensils. The rest of the breakfast was eaten in silence. Once the meal was completed and the dishes were placed on the tray ready to be taken upstairs Margaret went to the toy cupboard and came out with a small whip and a flogger both of which she handed to me and then turned away from me and knelt down so that her back was exposed to me. “Why?” I asked her. “Master I disobeyed you. I should have remained downstairs and not have gone upstairs. I could have tried to escape and caused you hardship. I deserved to be whipped to death for that!” Margaret said. “Indeed? And if I were to do that then what?” I asked her. “Would you be able to cook me another breakfast like that again?” She turned her head to look at me. “No master, but then I shouldn’t have risked you security!” I nodded in answer to her reply and told her to get up. When she did I handed her the flogger and the whip. She looked at them puzzled. “I was the one who left the door open. I was the one who did not restrain you. Therefore I should be the one to be punished!” I told her. I watched her mouth open in shock and then I knelt down in front of her with my back to her. Part of my mind was screaming at me ‘What the hell are you doing? She’s already killed one man who was her master and now you’re turning your back on her!’ But I hoped I was doing the right thing. I could hear a swishing noise from behind me and I waited to feel the whip on my back, but several seconds passed and then minutes. I turned my head to look at Margaret. She was looking open-eyed at the whip and shaking her head. “I . . . I can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry master but I can’t strike you.” I turned to her and could see tears in her eyes. “Margaret you realise that some master’s will demand that you do hit them. They would enjoy that.” I said to her in a soft tone. “I do know that master, but I can’t hit you. I don’t know why. I’m sorry master, please forgive me.” She started to cry I had to hold her. I felt her body’s attitude change and I knew that Slave was back in control. “Master could you explain why you were going to let yourself be hit by this slave?” I released her and looked at her. The tears were still on the face but were no longer associated with the owner. “I’m sorry slave but she had to learn that any relationship is two way. Although a slave can be punished for breaking rules isn’t it right that a master should also be punished if he breaks those laws?” Slave shook her head. “But the master is the one who says what the rules are. He is above the rules. He cannot be punished by a slave!” She said, but her voice was hesitant. “Where is it written?” I countered. “Rules are made to guide us. If we decide that we don’t have to follow a particular rule then why is it there?” Slave tried to understand this and then her eyes flashed in anger. “Where does it say that a master has to look after his slave? He doesn’t have to duty to the slave! It’s the slave place to do as her master says!” “Follow me!” I told her and started to walk to the stairs I looked back to see that slave was still standing looking at the whip and flogger. I called to her again; she jumped and quickly walked up to me. “I’m taking you upstairs to my computer. I have something I want you to read.” I told her and walked up without looking back. I went into the main living room where my computer was located and brought up a copy of the standard contract. I pointed to the screen. “Now read that!” I instructed. Slave quickly scanned the first page and then scrolled down to where the penalty clauses were. She looked back at me. “Master I don’t understand. What is this?” I smiled at her. “When I train a slave I ensure that she will go to a master who knows how to look after her. I don’t produce a product. I ensure that a person – I will agree an altered person – is produced. That is why my slaves cost so much and are worth more than slabs of meat to be thrown to the wolves. I care for my slaves and if they get into trouble I will try to get them back.” I will admit that the tone of my voice lowered as I spoke, I get emotional about this side of my work. “I’ve already told you about Billie-Jo. This is why I had to rescue her.” Slave looked at me and stared into my eyes, “So why are you trying so hard for the original Margaret? She wasn’t one of your slaves. You don’t owe her anything!” I sat down beside her and nodded slowly. “I agree.” Her face showed amazement. But I carried on. “I owe Ropeville for my freedom and security. They’ve asked me to help Margaret and so I am.” Slave looked away for a moment and then turned to face me again, tears on her face – which puzzled me, where had they come from? “Master? Will you please use this body – show me that you at least care for your slave.” I pulled her close to me and hugged her. “Slave I will tell you this. I always care for those girls I take and train. And also those who I have to look after. Now what I want to know is this. . . Do you offer yourself to me because you want me to, not as a slave but as a person in your own right?” I studied her face as she thought about what I had just said. I was giving her the choice – not ordering her to accept me. “Master, please what should I say?” She buried her face in my chest and started to cry. I picked her up and walked to my bedroom. I placed her on my bed and looked at her. There was a hunger in her eyes that called to me. “Do you want me to do this?” I asked her. She nodded her head and arched her back with her legs apart. “Please master, please.” She said as if to emphasise her yearning. I slowly lowered myself onto her body. Slotting myself into her and slowly sliding inside her. She smiled at me as she felt this. “I like this master, you don’t hurt me like my other masters did” she said as she raised her body up to meet mine. I smiled down at her and kissed her face lightly. I was delighting in her body as she allowed me to use her. I tried to ensure that she received the full benefit of my attentions bringing her to the cusp of pleasure several times before I allowed her to cum. And then waiting for her next pinnacle of pleasure before I came inside her. I rolled to one side, so that I didn’t crush her with my weight, and we both rested there for some minutes before she was able to move. Then her training kicked in and she scooted down to start cleaning me off. “I’m sorry master.” She said, “I neglected my duties to your body.” And knelt at the foot of my bed. I looked at her and smiled. “I think you were too tired out to do that after I finished, and it won’t hurt me to be covered with our juices for a few minutes, will it?” I asked her. She put her hand in front of her mouth in shock. “But master the slave should always clean her master once he’s finished with her.” I nodded my head – that was how she’d been trained. “Very well Margaret, now come with me to the shower.” I took her hand and we walked to my bathroom where I placed her into the shower with me and proceeded to clean her off. When she tried to stop me by saying that she should be washing me I claimed Master’s prerogative and told her to stand still – which she did as I made sure she was completely clean. I then carefully dried her using a large towel – she closed her eyes with pleasure while I did this. I don’t think she’d been pampered like this since she had been kidnapped. I finally sent her downstairs and instructed her to exercise and practise her Ballet for a couple of hours. I went back to the living room and watched her on the monitor. I secretly hoped that Elizabeth failed to get the council’s permission to unlock Margaret from her shell. Slave Margaret was a talented and lovely person in herself. Was I falling under HER spell? |