| MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 8 ] I looked at the image of Elizabeth on the screen, her last words still echoing in my mind, ‘destroy them then you’ve destroyed the girl as well!’ I shook my head. “That’s not going to happen!” I exclaimed. “I need to know more about the process to implant these aspects, perhaps I can find out a method to separate Margaret from Slave.” Elizabeth shook her head in sorrow. “I’m sorry Paul but that’s not possible. You need a trigger to enable Margaret to take full control over her mind. Without that trigger she’ll never be able to integrate the other personalities. I suggest you give up now and let us try to help her.” “How?” I asked, “By implanting more aspects to take her over completely – to destroy Margaret and create a new person?” Elizabeth nodded slowly. “I’m sorry Paul but it might be the only way. She’s still part of Ropeville and will always be one of us!” “But not Margaret herself!” I countered Elizabeth looked down and shook her head. “Not acceptable Elizabeth. I want Margaret back not a shell into which you can pour the person of your choice!” “Do you think we would take a decision like that so casually? She’s one of us. Not to be thrown away like some broken rag doll!” Elizabeth was crying now. “Paul if there was some way to get her back then her father would have known, but he’s dead and the secret’s dead with him!” I was the one shaking my head. “No Elizabeth, I’m sure he would have thought of this. He would have left a clue to the trigger. Maybe even something that Margaret isn’t aware of. But I need to know what it might be. Can you tell me?” I asked her. Elizabeth shook her head again. “Paul it could be anything, it might even be right under your nose! You could ask her slave personality if it knows anything. But I doubt it.” She paused for a moment and then added. “Look Paul I’ve got an appointment in a few minutes, Let me think about this. I’ve given Su-Li and Little cat instructions that if you call I will see you no matter what. But I will contact you again tomorrow.” I thanked her and broke the connection. On the monitor screen I could see Margaret was watching the television and listening to the music on the screen. In her hand she was holding a dildo and her head was bobbing away as she practised using it. I was impressed I hadn’t told her to do that. I went into the kitchen to prepare our dinner. After all the mental pressure I’d put her through I thought she deserved a nice dinner. It would have been better if she was up her to help me, but I still didn’t trust her. Oh I don’t mean that she could run away from the house. I had everywhere locked down. But she might try to injure me and escape, I had quite a few pots and pans that could raise a few bumps not to mention the knifes! No until Margaret was back I couldn’t trust her. - - - - - It was about 40 minutes later that I alerted Margaret that I was coming down the stairs with her dinner. When I arrived in the basement I found her table laid and she was standing by her chair waiting for me. I put the plate on the table and sat down. She was watching me closely as if wondering why I was ignoring her. I spoke up. “Sit down and eat your dinner Margaret!” I then remembered what she was waiting for, “You’ll have a chance to earn your dinner later, and I’m letting you owe me for it!” I told her. It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to pleasure me, it was just that I was hungry and didn’t want the food to get cold – Well yes I could have kept eating, but I wanted to be fair to Margaret. We ate the dinner in silence, Margaret was sneaking looks at me while she forked her food and then Slave spoke. “Master, may I speak?” She asked. “Of course Slave, what’s wrong did I overcook the carrots?” I asked jokingly. “No Master, I am troubled about what happened today? Why can I not find this person who’s trying to hurt you? I feel that it is a failing of mine!” She did look despondent about that. I decided to be honest. “The person who is trying to fight me is Margaret! The original personality. She is trying to take control of her body that you have been placed into.” She wrinkled her forehead and shook her head. “I’m sorry master I do not understand what you mean, have I not always been here?” She asked meaning in her body. I studied her closely she was interested, but there was a gleam behind her eyes. It was almost as if she was being coached. So what should I tell her? “You are a personality placed within the mind of a nine, sorry ten, year old girl. As is the other personality, which a copy of the original person. She is called Margaret Wilkinson which somehow has learnt to hide herself within her own mind. She is the person I’m trying to save.” Slave had stopped eating her meal and was looking at me as if I was mad – well perhaps I was! “And what happens when you save this Margaret? What happens to me?” It was a valid question, what does happen to an avatar once the host has regained control? “You will still be there, subservient to the host. My current daughter is from the town of Ropeville and she has several avatar’s implanted within her, they live in co-operation with her and she interacts and converses with them all the time.” “You mean you force her to act out as if she was someone else!” The voice was slave’s but the attitude was someone else … Margaret? I hoped it was. “Not at all. Pauline was assigned by the Council at Ropeville to watch me and report on me. After a time she decided that she wanted to stay with me.” I said and was amused to see the look in Margaret’s eyes that said ‘NO WAY!’ I smiled at her and said “That surprises you?” She lowered her eyes in embarrassment and the she softly said, “Yes Master, I’m sorry but I can understand how she would choose to . . .” She stopped herself. “I’m sorry master I’ve overstepped myself. I shouldn’t be asking you questions!” This was Slave asserting herself now. “Not at all!” I told her, “You are trying to find out the type of master that I am. I’ve already said that I have a slave of my own. In fact I have two!” She looked at me in surprise. “But how can that be? A master can only be served by one slave. The strongest slave who will ensure that he is served by her. No other slave would be allowed.” This was the commandment that Roger had placed in all his slaves and had it backed up with training so that his slaves would always be the one to serve their master. “And what happens if the slave is too weak?” I asked her. “Then that slave should surrender their life for the benefit of the master.” She told me in no uncertain tone. “But if the master requires more than one slave?” I asked. Margaret shook her head. “The slave should see that her master requires no other!” As if that was the end of the matter. “And what is the duty of the master?” I asked her. She frowned, “I don’t understand master. How can a master have a duty? It is the slave who should do all the master demands. The slave has the duty not the master!” She said earnestly. I laughed at that, which appeared to shock her. “I’m sorry master what did I say that was wrong?” She asked me. “Everything! The master should ensure that the slave is well cared for. A good slave is an investment which should be maintained!” I looked at Margaret she was staring at her food. “Have you ever considered how much it costs to train you?” She shook her head. “Why should I allow you to get injured just for my fun? I have your well being to consider! You are an investment for my well being!” I didn’t leave her to ponder that I placed another barb for her thoughts. “You know you should interact with other slaves as it will allow you to learn how they feel about their masters and what they do to make them happy.” She went to answer me but I pointed to her plate to show that she should finish her dinner. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she started to eat. I could tell that she was thinking about what I had said. I could almost hear the two aspects inside her going though what I had said. I let her wash the dishes in the large sink in the basement - I had ensured that the door was locked first. And, much to her annoyance, I helped with the drying. While she was working away I heard her humming again. “What is that tune?” I asked her, trying to make conversation. “I’m sorry master. What tune do you mean?” Came the confusing reply. “That tune you were humming, I don’t recognise it.” I said “Master I don’t know what you mean. If I was humming I apologise.” She said. I didn’t understand this. How could she hum and not realise it. “No, that’s alright Margaret. But now I want you to get me some items from the toy cupboard please.” I gave her a list which she quickly ran to fill. She arrived back with three assorted dildos, several lengths of rope and a small whip with fine horse hair. She looked at the last quizzically. I shook my head at her look and thought to myself that she’d soon learn how that whip would work. I went with her to the cell and told her to lie face up on the bed. This she did without hesitation. I quickly tied her down using the rope, making sure that she was held securely without being too tight for her. I opened my trousers and walked to the top of the bed where her head was. She opened her mouth and waited for me to enter her. “Remember the lessons on the video.” I told her and she started to suck on my cock as if it was a popsicle. She didn’t gag as I hit the back of her mouth and started to enter her throat – again her training had got rid of that reaction. After a bit I brought my arm back and gave her slit a strike with the whip. It was a light blow; just enough to agitate her clitoris and nothing more, this whip was designed to give pleasure not pain – something that she hadn’t realised before. I brushed the hairs over her mons and then moved it up to her breasts, or the lumps that would become her breasts, shaking the whip so that the hairs would move over the sensitive parts of her breasts. I looked at her face. Her mouth was wrapped around my cock, but her eyes were slitted with the pleasure that she was receiving. I flicked the whip to strike her breasts and then returned to rubbing. Then back down to her slit and clit. I was amused to see her raise her hips to allow the full access to her. After a few minutes of the whip hitting her and brushing on her mons, I felt her body shudder in orgasm. This was enough for me at that time. I started to push my cock further into her throat and started to spurt my seed into her. She waited for me to pull away from her mouth, making sure that she carefully wiped my cock clean with her tongue. I looked at her body, still so young but so knowledgeable about sex. She smiled lagualidly up at me. “Thank you master, but you didn’t need to allow me to cum.” She said with a smile. “Why is that Margaret, didn’t your last master do that?” I asked her. Immediately her face darkened. “No master, all he was interested in was his pleasure. Which was his right. He rarely allowed me to climax.” She told me in a monotone voice. “then he didn’t do this?” I asked as I knelt down beside the bed by her hips. She raised her head to watch as I bent down and started to lick at her slit. “Oh! Master, no he . . .” She started to say but was quickly silenced. Her already inflamed slit allowing my tongue access to her clit – which was erect still. She found herself awash with the sensations. I quickly took her through a second orgasm and was building her up to a third when I heard her voice speak softly. “Oh daddy it’s been so long . ..” I knew Margaret was back for a little while. |