Hilda's two Masters part 2 of 25.

 
Obediently I put the safety belt on and put my hands
resting in my lap, as if they were prepared for a new
order.
 
They didn't get any other orders, then.
 
When he stopped the car he stepped out of it and
turned his back to me again. When he heard that I had
opened and closed my door, he turned to the car and
activated the remote-locking of it and the car
obediently answered him with a "Blipp".
 
I wondered if the car felt obedient like me.
 
He was suddenly so nonchalant, but in an interest
awakening way that my curiosity carried me away.
 
I followed him. His whole performance, yes, his whole
being sent out dominance, something that I was
underfed with in the last weeks and that my whole
mind longed for.
 
I was vulnerable in my longing for Mats and his
dominance. But in this situation there was more of me, as a
woman, being taken care of and that someone paid
attention to me and in that loved me.
 
He was outside of his outer door and I had to half-run
to catch up with him. I didn't know if the outer-door
should automatically close after him and let me stay
outside in the night. I felt some kind of panic stream
from inside of me.
 
In all my life I have been following my heart - my
feelings. If it went wrong I could easily defend myself
but not so easy if I followed my intellect.
 
"I just followed my feeling, that's it!"
 
Now my heart spoke clearly to me:  "Follow him and see
what is happening!"
 
My God, I don't even know his name and I just follow
him as a mindless fool.  
 
But perhaps he doesn't know my name either, if
not Elin had told him, that is, added my thoughts.
 
No, he didn't hold up the door for me so I must throw
myself forwards the last step to catch it before it
closed.
 
"Was he that uninterested in me?"
Should I really follow him if he wasn't eager at all?
 
If I had been a proud woman with no submissive
feelings and not longing for dominance the answer would
have been a clear STOP!
 
My mind tried in suddenly attack of fury that got me
almost to turn, but my heart and curiosity won that
struggle.
 
When the door closed behind me I heard a small tone,
yes, it was probably electrically night-locked.
 
My legs knew better (it would become apparent) and
they followed him upstairs.
 
I half-ran the last steps and kept up with him outside
his outer door in the block of flats (apartment house).
 
He unlocked it and opened the door for me and I
stepped inside.
 
Next shock! Would there be more?
 
On the wall straight ahead hung swords, long knives
anyway, and a very long whip coiled as a snake coiled
itself up. I think it was 2 meters (6 feet) long or more.
 
Mats had also a whip that he used more as a symbol of
his power. But it was small with a wooden handle and a
lot of straps of leather or rubber. On one occasion he
had slapped me with it until I was red on my bottom,
but as my Master he was allowed to do that.

But WHO had I followed home?
 
The door was now closed behind me.
 
Was I secured in here?
 
Elin knew him, so he must be OK. He also knew that
she was sub (submissive) because he so quickly had
caught her message: "She is like me, you know!"
 
Had he played with her? I must ask her. I had NOT
killed her, you know.
 
Would he kill me so OK with me, I heard myself
thinking and reflected of how foolish it sounded. I
don't want to die.
 
"Come in here."
 
He called out from inside the room and I obeyed.
 
The room was tastefully furnished as if with a female
touch. But it was also masculine with big and
heavy leather armchairs and a big leather sofa in dark
brown. The table straight ahead gave me also a heavy
impression; it had some kind of grayish blue stone top.
Perhaps synthetic material, I can't see the different
anymore. Curtains and the table-cloth were tasteful,
and in the same nuance and were in harmony with the
rest of the room. My eyes are always attracted to colors that spoke to
them.
 
A lot of potted plants seemed well-managed and full of
life. Such is not that usual in a single man's home.
 
I remember that he had told me of a girl that had
broken up with him, or did I imagine that? I had been
so fixed to my own story with Mats.
 
Was there a woman here? The question grabbed hold on
something inside me. I had no reason to be jealous.
 
"So you are sub?" he asked quite frankly.
 
It came so suddenly, so straight on, so manly
insensitively, as it was just another daily question to
another person, not a deep and very private question.
 
"Yes."
 
I answered hesitant as I didn't really know if it was his
business. But my heart told me that it was.
 
"OK, just so I know," he answered.
 
I said something in a squeaky voice, almost inaudible
and I don't even remember it now.
 
"Undress, now!"
 
I heard the commanding voice, which I had longed for
in so long time. An intonation that didn't asked what I
wanted, just took for granted that I was to obey. That
voice that spoke to the developing slave-girl inside of
me.
 
I was shocked by the finding that I was not shocked
by this shocking order to a girl he had just brought
home.
 
In want of the shock, I decide to do as I was told. It is
always so easy and there is never any risk of conflict, if
you are just doing what you're told.
 
I didn't answer, but my hands started to grope for the
buttons at my light-brown leather coat. I took it off and
returned to the hall and hang it up neatly on a hanger.
All my movements were slow and dragging in my
uncertainty.
 
I return to the same spot in the room, near the hall. My
hands started to unbutton my light-brown sheer
material gown.
 
He smiled at me in an encouraging way, making my
hands slide my gown down over my shoulders and
towards the floor. I felt the indoor temperature chill my
back, belly, behind and legs.
 
I neatly folded my gown and put it on a stool beside
me.
 
He wanted to see my body and that was a good sign of
his interest. Perhaps he only played uninterested on the
street and in the stair-well. But he did it with a manly
nonchalance that almost scared me away.
 
Somewhere in my sudden feminine omniscience I felt
that this man had something to offer me that would
surprise me.
 
It was clear to me that he was dominant and that he
was used to be obeyed.
 
He nodded to me and my hands went to my back and
opened the hook to my bra and soon my breasts were
free from their shut-in feelings. Now I really felt the
chili air to my almost naked body.
 
I'm definitely not a slut and I ought to be red in my
face, but I don't think I was. It was his natural way that
affected me. Sometimes you don't know yourself, how
could you know others.
 
As Mats's slave-girl I had undressed in front of two
men before, but this time was the first alone in front of
a complete stranger.
 
Now it felt nice in my body as I felt my strong
obedience. I only did as he told me. He was the one
who steered the whole situation. He had ordered me to
undress, so I simply obeyed him.
 
 
(Later he told me that he, with his word "undress", only
meant my coat, but the submissive part in me had read
it in a wider way. When he explained it to me I didn't
even felt ashamed. I felt it as it was his responsibility
that his order was clear.)
 
Now he knew that I was sub and hopefully he also
knew that I wasn't a slut.
 
Yes, it felt good to show my body for his approval in
this way. I know I was supposed to feel horrible,
vulnerable and humiliated, but, well, I didn't.
 
Instead I did in my head a quick inventory of my
body, that body now standing before him for his
inspection:  My hair is growing and I know that people like my
smile; my breasts are not too big and not too small and
are not too heavy; my butt has firm muscles, my waist is
slim and my legs are long and especially nice in high
heels. Now were my calves hidden in my high boots.
Why didn't I take my high heels instead, when I
dressed at home?  I had thought about it, but didn't
think it would matter as I didn't want to go in the first
place.

Now I had a pair of thin briefs that didn't give me
much of cover, but they made a boundary to nakedness.
 
He looked at me, still smiling and raised his right
eyebrow in a cute way and looked down at my fabric
covered private parts.
 
He didn't say anything so I didn't know what he meant
but the submissive part of my brain translated it to:
 
"Take of your cover!"
 
My hands obeyed him quickly and forced my last
protection over my hips and over my thighs. I quickly
stepped out from them and bended over to collect them
in my hand and put them under my gown at the stool.
 
I felt totally naked but found out that I still had my
high boots on. The boots were in the same tint as my
gown and the coat.
 
It felt now rather ridiculous to be totally naked except
for the high boots. I bended to take them off but he
stopped me.
 
"Keep them on!"
 
It was a clear and plain order. He wanted them on.
That's it!
 
I stood with my hands outside my thighs. I would rather
be standing in the order-position, with my legs apart,
my hands behind my neck and breasts out. It was in that
position my Master Mats had taught me to wait for
further orders, but I didn't know how this stranger
wanted me.
 
I remember that Mats had read about that position and
many more in "Anna38 diary" on the net.  There she
also taught that my eyes should be at my Master in my
attention.
  
He watched me and again raised his eyebrow.
 
Directly and almost automatically I raised my hand
behind my neck, moved my legs apart and checked that
my elbows pointed out at my sides and in level with the top of my head.
 
I felt my nakedness in my skin.
 
In the same time as I thought that this felt right and
question my own behavior as in:  "My God what am I
doing?"
 
This position, the order position, was my plain way to
show him (and myself) that he was now my Master, for
the night. In being my Master he also had the full
responsibility for all my ordered actions. I didn't even
know his name.
 
But it also felt so right and completely natural.
 
I followed my feelings or a secret voice inside me and
if it was all wrong then I could defend it in front of
myself. In same way it was as if my body on its own
initiative obeyed his voice. Perhaps Mats's training of it
had planted in reaction that was trigged by a manly
voice.
 
I thought of my behavior as if from a mature woman
that had been slave all her life, but I had been slave girl
not more than four months and seen it developed in
step, from an ordinary girl to an obedient and
submissive slave girl.
 
Almost as if he could read my thoughts that I didn't
know his name he asked:
 
"You know how to address me?"
 
"Yes Master!"
 
My answered was clear and distinct. I looked him in his
eyes as I was taught to do.
 
My whole being knew it. Yes, I have accepted him as
my Master, it's a case of kill or cure. I didn't really
know if it was developed from my vulnerable situation 
(in my longing for Mats) or something else inside of me.
I hoped for it to be my heart that was guiding me.
 
"In the refrigerator there are some beers. Fetch one
for me! You may have one yourself, if you like."
 
It felt strange how easy I fell into the role and now in
front of a stranger. But it also tickled every nerve in my
body to act like a naked slave-girl in front of the fully
clothed man.  
 
"Yes Master!"
 
It felt nice to acknowledge his order and I went quickly
out to the kitchen knowing that Mats had expected of
me to run (like Anna) but I thought it was enough, in a
half way, to walk quickly. I noticed that there were not
any curtains in the kitchen and I could see other
windows in the block of flats outside. I was naked and
I felt it as if I didn't cared. I was ordered to do this and I
opened the door to the refrigerator and took one beer.
 
I remember Mats voice saying that a slave girl doesn't eat
when her Master does it; she is standing beside him
and waiting on him.
 
I returned to him (now quicker, as in a compromise
between walk and run) with his beer. He sat in one of
the leather easy chairs and I kneeled and handed him
the can. He took it, opened it and started to drink.
 
When kneeling at his feet I felt a hit of humiliation
through my body, but it didn't last for long.
 
In the same second that he opened it with its "phtss" I
felt that I should have done that for him. Mats had
never let such a mistake pass without of criticism.
 
Was I on the road to be a poor slave girl?
 
A completely new and unfamiliar thought run up in my
head: "I hope that my new Master will train me to be a
super-slave-girl for him!"
 
I the same moment I felt that my heart had decided for
me to stay with this new Master - if he wanted me of
course. And if Mats still was refusing to take me back.
 
I was worrying. Maybe I was for him just a one-night-
stand?  Am I a momentary play-thing for men?
What if he already had a woman?
 
I felt despondency rise inside me. Why was I always
forsaken when I thought I had found the right man?
 
A flashing sick thought rose up in my mind: "If his
woman accepted it, I could be his slave-girl anyway!"
 
No, of course not!
 
 
 
 
//
 
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Translating is a hard work and as a woman I'm driven
by encouragement.
I thank all those nice people who had taken their time
to feed me.
/Cecilita
