Jodi
By Invid Fan
©2011

(MF cons)

****

	"What are you doing?"

	Personally, I thought that was pretty obvious. My fingers were tracing various shapes and patterns on her bare back. A swirl here, a letter there. No meaning, but there was no reason to tell her. Keep the mystery in the relationship and all that.

	"Oh, just playing with my toy." Jodi gave a chuckle, a low, sexy one, turning her head to look at me. We were lying in my bed that Monday afternoon as was usually the case, round one of our activities in the past and rounds two and three in the very near future. I was on my side next to Jodi, as she lay on her stomach. One hand stretched out from under her head and her fingers started their own tracings. These had more of a purpose than mine.

	"So, I'm your toy?" 

	"Don't you want to be my sex toy?" My hand went lower and caressed her ass, a finger briefly teasing the opening before moving on. We hadn't played much with that, but probably soon. Our sex was more fun and comfort than bold exploration. Jodi gave a half hum, half groan. "Don't you want me to play with you?"

	"You can play with me all you want, Chris..." Her bottom moved against my hand, and her fingers started to search lower on my body. 

	"Are you my sex toy?" I squeezed a cheek.

	"Yes..."

	"Say it." My ego isn't great, but what I have likes re-enforcement.

	"I'm your sex toy... my body is yours..." She turned on her side to face me. Jodi was not, in truth, beautiful. Her body was not really fat, but the extra weight hung around her tummy and waist. Small breasts, shortish brown hair that maybe reached the bottom of her neck, glasses, now removed, and brown eyes. Those eyes... the way they looked at me, the openness in them... they offered so much, and once again my needs fought down the guilt that I didn't love her.

****

	We had met, as is sometimes the case in stories like this, at an online dating site. I was a rather lonely, unsocial guy pushing 30 who didn't date all that much, and given I neither drank nor danced, didn't have the option of bars to ply my minor charms in. Plus there's the whole shy, unsocial thing. The web however, especially before sites started to actually charge money, was a godsend. Online rejection is much easier to take, and I actually had a few dates. My looks aren't bad: six feet tall, brown hair that starts to curl after an inch or so, glasses, strong arms from my work as a baker, and extra weight down below. The guy from Bare Naked Ladies was my go to "who do you look like" answer. I don't remember who answered whose ad, but it quickly built up to a meeting. I jokingly suggested that instead of dinner or a movie she just come over here and we take each other's clothes off as soon as the door closed.

	She said that sounded great. 

	That should have been a clue, had I been thinking. Jodi never said no to me. I honestly don't know if our needs and wants just meshed so well, or if she had that rare ability to train herself to truly enjoy what she wanted to enjoy, to wit what I said I enjoyed. That first afternoon she rang the doorbell on my home, and shyly stepped it. After an awkward moment or two (I lack the experience just jumping strange women) I took her hands, drew her to me, and we kissed. Our hands moved to explore, and slowly we took turns stripping each other there in the entranceway. That set the pattern for our relationship. Once a week she would drive an hour or so (she said she didn't mind) to my place, we'd great each other with a long kiss interrupted by the occasional removal of clothing, then retire to the bedroom. Or the floor, chair, etc. Three or four hours later she'd go home, having made me cum three or so times and having who knows how many herself (I'm not bragging, I just honestly never asked for the final score). There was fun in our encounters, and wonderful companionship, especially during the break where we'd sit on the couch naked and watch an anime or something. She'd lean against me, my arms around her, hands cupping her breasts. 

	But... my feelings didn't go any farther than that. I never felt that connection I had sometimes had with others, or really desired more from her than sex. And, that wasn't what I wanted. I actually called her after a month or so and said we should probably stop and why, but she came over and said it was OK. She was content with whatever of myself I could give her, and she wanted to give herself to me. A month stretched out to over a year...

****

	My hand on her ass pulled her against me, and we kissed. Our tongues lightly played with each other, and she lifted her left leg over me which had the effect of rolling me on my back with her half on top. Her left hand found my half hard cock. 

	Jodi's smile broke our kiss. 

	"Hmm," she happily hummed, looking down, then back at my face while her hand lightly went up and down its toy. "What do you want your sex toy to do?" I gave a laugh. We had never wandered into using that term before, but she was getting into it. My hand moved up to her face and caressed her cheek, my thumb brushing her lips.

	"Suck me."

	Her eyes widening a bit happily, Jodi gave my lips a quick lick then moved down my body. My king sized bed, filling up most of the room, gave her lots of room to work. Positioning herself between my legs, she put her hands outside of my thighs and leaned down to give the underside of my cock a lick. God... she licked and nibbled a bit more, then took me in her mouth and swirled her tongue.

	"Aaahh..." I groaned, moving my right hand to her head while my left found her right hand on my thigh. She lifted her smiling mouth off and gave the head a few more licks. I wasn't fully hard yet, but she was quickly getting me there. Slowly- I liked it slow- she alternated between playing with the head and taking all of me in her. I was by no means big, but she always seemed so proud she could do it I hadn't the heart to tell her it wasn't nearly as pleasurable as everything else she did. It was still incredible, though! My hand half guided her head, half just caressed her hair as she happily sucked.

	"God, I like a woman who enjoys her work."

	Jodi laughed. "I love your cock." She kissed then licked the tip, bringing a hand over to caress my now rock hard shaft. 

	"Come here." She resisted for a moment, taking me into her mouth once again for a quick swirl of the tongue, then crawled up next to me as I pulled her into a kiss. I rolled her onto her back, and as she spread her legs my cock found its familiar home and buried itself. Jodi groaned, and as her arms and legs wrapped around me I slowly fucked her. 

	"How do you want me?" I whispered.

	"Slower..." I slowed down a bit, leaning down to kiss her neck and give it a quick lick. Her breathing sped up, and a hand found my head. 

	"I want to hear you cum," I whispered in her ear. Jodi tightened her grip as I kept up the slow rhythm. "I want you to say my name when you come."

	"Oh, Chris.... you feel so good..." I lifted my head and looked at her face as I slowly increased the speed. She was only half here, the rest consumed with the feelings coursing through her. My ego, and its surrogate my penis, swelled with a pride only found in the bedroom. Well... I'm just a poor baker who has to get up for work by 4 AM, so maybe the more successful experience it elsewhere. I moved a hand back and moved her legs higher, and she quickly adjusted and her legs crossed over the small of my back. It's amazing how limber even us out of shape people are when it comes to sex.

	"Faster, Chris..." I obliged, and started talking.

	"Are you going to cum for me?"

	"Yes.... soon..."

	"Are you my little sex toy?"

	"God... yes..."

	"Say it."

	"I'm your sex toy... I'm your sex toy." She started working her hips back at me faster.

	"Are you my sex slave?"

	I don't know why I said it. It probably just sounded like a fun thing to say, and I had let her borrow my printout of the bondage/slave story 'The Lottery Winner' a few weeks before. She had seemed to like it. I have no interest in B&D, but the idea of a harem of women who love me... well, I am a lonely male. It was just a throw away comment in the midst of sex.

	Jodi's eyes shot wide open and her hands dug into my shoulders. She looked me in the eye with an expression I had never seen before. Not knowing what else to do, I repeated it.

	"Are you my sex slave, Jodi?"

	"Yes... yes! Make me your sex slave!"

	"Jodi...?" I wasn't sure what was going on, but then most of my blood wasn't in my brain.

	"Make me your slave! Take my body! I'm yours! Do whatever you want with me!"

	Her hips were banging back at me, and suddenly I felt her clench my cock inside her.

	"I'm cumming Chris! Oh, Chris!!!"

	Her arms and legs had a death grip on me, and I rode it out while pumping the best I could. Jodi had cum hard now and then before, but this was incredible. My bedroom window is near the property line, and if anyone was in the yard next door they definitely heard this. After what seemed like forever, but was probably just a few seconds, she relaxed and dropped her arms and legs. I was still hard inside her, and as she raised a hand to caress my cheek her sweaty face looked at me with an indescribable expression... happy, content lust, to a degree I had never seen. My ego gave my cock another "good job" shot of extra blood and I slowly gave Jodi another pump or two, then stopped and raised an eyebrow.

	"That was... interesting."

	I normally would have expected one of her chuckles, but while she was happy this wasn't a laughing matter. Looking in her eyes, I tried to organize my thoughts.

	"You... want to be my slave." Jodi nodded. I ran a hand over her breast. "You're giving your body to me?"

	"Yes..."

	"For play... or for real?" The distinction had come up in the book, so with luck we were both understanding the terms right. Did she just want what we had now, or was she really... my mind tried to process it. As a girlfriend, I knew it wouldn't work between us. But, this... if I could set the rules, control how much space I had... and to be WANTED that badly...

	"For real," Jodi said. "I'm yours. All of me. Mind," she touched her forehead, "body," her pussy contracted on my cock, "and soul." She brought my hand to her heart.

	"You want me to own you?"

	Jodi licked her lips. "Yes... if you'll have me."

	I started to slowly thrust again, partly to stall, partly because this was turning me on even more, and partly to remind me that if I said "yes" this could be mine whenever I wanted. Not that I'd ever force her, being the nice guy I was, but if she wasn't ever going to say "no"...

	"There'd have to be RULES." I thrust extra hard on that word. She moaned, closing her eyes, then opened them again to look into my eyes. My hands found hers, and moved them over her head on the pillow and held them there. "You'll obey me... in all things, without question."

	"Yes..."

	"For... for example... I may try and find another slave or two to join you." I had jokingly asked before about a threesome, usually when she was about to climax, and she had been agreeable although naturally nothing had happened yet. "You'll find her for me." Jodi nodded. "And if I bought a dog..." Her eyes widened. I had shown her an amateur tape I had found somewhere, but more importantly she knew the scene in The Lottery Winner, where refusing that condition had resulted in Rachel refusing her slavery at first. I slowed and just looked in her eyes. I seriously doubted I'd ever venture in that direction for real, but again there was no reason to let her sense that...

	"...I'd... I'd fuck him, or suck him, for you, only for you..."

	I could feel my pressure build, and I started fucking faster. Jodi started chanting my name softly, and a minute or two more was all it took.

	"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum in you.... Ah!" I let go in her, and Jodi cried out as well. Normally I last much longer, but it's as if my body wanted to claim her before she changed her mind. As my heart rate started to come back down. we stared at each other for a long moment, then I rolled over.

	"OK, I think we're going to have to talk."

****

	It was time, in our normal ritual, for a break for toiletries, some water, and a restful sit on the couch while we recharged for a final long fuck before she went home. Today, however, after the first two were out of the way I didn't think much would be normal from now on. I got some ice water, took the two glasses to the couch and sat down. Jodi joined me a few minutes later, taking her glass as she sat down and leaned back against my chest as my left hand went around her shoulder and cupped a breast. I didn't bother turning on the TV, and we just relaxed. Well... we sat. I could feel her tremble a bit, and I was probably nervous as well. We were going to be making life changing choices in the next hour or so.

	"What is it," I finally said, putting my glass down on the end stand and moving my now cold wet hand to her right breast, "that you actually want." She shivered a bit at the cold.

	"I want... what Mei had in the book. I want to be yours totally." She took a drink. "I want to give everything I have for you, to you. I want... to be possessed by you." I started to speak, but she turned her head towards me and kept talking. "I know you don't love me, at least that way, and I accept that. But you look at me a way nobody else has, and your touch is so gentle, and your kiss... it hurts when I have to leave you. I don't want to leave."

	"We don't even know if we can stand each other for long periods of time." I moved my right hand up to her face, and she rubbed her cheek against it. "If we do this, do this right, it will be more permanent than marriage. You'll be mine until I tire of you, and even then I might not let you go. I'll make sure you're all mine."

	"How?" Jodi asked, her hand coming up to touch my face mirroring my touches. She turned her body more towards me, sitting more against the back of the couch. 

	"I've been thinking of the rules. Gotta have rules." She smiled. "I've never lived with anyone before, so partly they'll be to give me space if I need it. Not that I can't change them whenever I want, being your master and all." I gave a wry grin, causing Jodi to laugh.

	"Do I get to call you 'Master'?"

	"Naw, at least not now. I like how you say my name."

	"Chris..."

	"See? Got Mr. Happy to twitch with that. Now, the rules."

****

	The rules were simple, sexy, and childish. Just like the whole idea of her being a sex slave, at least how I saw it at the moment. First, she'd naturally have to move in with me. No big problem, she gets rid of the apartment and comes here. I live in a rather nice manufactured home in an upscale park outside Buffalo. With two bedrooms, and a third acting as a library, there was lots of room. However, I was planning ahead. As she was my property, that meant that she couldn't own anything, or to be more exact what was hers was mine. Thus... all her money was mine. I looked to see if this unexpected condition caused any reaction, but apart from a quick widening of the eyes there was none. No scaring her away this quickly. She'd sell everything she wasn't bringing to the house and give me her bank accounts and all future pay checks. It wouldn't be much to start with, but maybe if I acquired a second slave (ha!) I'd be able to afford a new place, bigger and with more privacy.  Privacy would be handy because the next rule was once she was home, Jodi had to be naked. Well, she could wear some sort of loin cloth if she wanted, that would be sexy and probably keep the chairs cleaner, but otherwise it was barefoot and open for my gaze and touch. Jodi's hand dropped to my lap at that, liking the idea. She would do the cooking and cleaning, and more importantly be there whenever I wanted some affection.

	"I never expect to masturbate from now on," I told her. "If I'm feeling at all horny from reading a story or watching something, you'll be on your knees dealing with it. You'll be drinking lots of cum."

	Jodi buried her face in my neck, placing small kisses and licks. "I love your cum, Chris... I want to taste you every day."

	Which was, probably, what I loved most about her. Jodi loved cum. Well, MY cum she was always quick to point out when I'd bring the subject up as she was sucking me. Again I'm not sure how much was natural interest and how much was learning to please me, but having me shoot in her mouth was one of her favorite things. The first time she blew me was incredible, her natural talent making me feel better than I'd ever felt before. I had warned her I was close, so she asked me where I wanted to shoot. I said her mouth, feeling brave, and when I came she drank all of it down and licked me clean. I pulled her up for a kiss, having found heaven. I'd usually cum in her mouth at least once when we got together, and often while we were fucking I'd give her the option when I was getting close of either having me cum in her or of tasting me. More than half the time, she's moan "I want to taste you!"

	"Oh, don't worry, you'll get enough of me in your tummy we'll be able to cut down on our food bills." I brought her face up to mine, and I looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you want this?"

	"Yes." Her eyes gave the same answer. I sighed, and ran my hand up and down her back, ending by cupping the back of her neck.

	"We'll give it a try." She threw her arms around me, her mouth crushing against mine. My cock started to respond, but after a few moments I pushed her off. She sat there on the edge of the couch smiling. "Not right away, naturally." Her smile fell away, and my hand went back to caressing her back as I clarified. "First, you will try to find a job here. This will give us both some time to really think this through. If you're in the area for an interview or the like you can drop in and service me." This got another low chuckle from her, and her fingers lightly traced my half hard cock. "Once you have the job... you can move in." It took me great effort to finish that sentence. I don't like change. To be more specific, at this point in my life I'd rather nothing got better than to have anything get worse. A careless word in the midst of fucking had Jodi pressing an issue we'd (or, at least, I'd) never thought about. 

That'll teach me.

****

	I honestly didn't know too much about Jodi. I know, after a year banging a woman you should really know more about them than their name and that she likes her nipples bitten. But, what can I say, the subject never came up. She never pried into my life, and I never questioned about hers. Jodi did have the advantage in that by spending so much time at my place she saw my books, paintings, etc. and could figure some stuff out. I also wouldn't be surprised if she just paid much more attention to me than I suspected.

****

	It was Friday of that week when she next popped over. I was sitting at my computer in the living room playing Civilization and listening to some Nightwish when I heard a car door slam. Hmm, the police? I wasn't expecting anyone that afternoon... luckily, when the front door opened it was Jodi. She never knocked, which was fine when I'm expecting her, but I honestly don't like being walked in on. We may have to deal with that, I thought. 

	"Surprise!" Jodi closed the door and put down the bag she was carrying.

	"Yes, it is. What's up, oh future sex slave?" She smiled at that, and started removing her clothing.

	"I had a job interview today." Off came the shirt, then bra. She never wore one normally when I saw her, given it was going to come off quickly anyways, so obviously she was telling the truth.

	"And?"

	Jodi paused for a second. I had swung my chair around to face her but otherwise remained seated. I obviously wasn't behaving as expected.

	"Um, it's at a nursing home in Amherst. I think it went well, and you said I could drop by..." Her pants and panties dropped to the floor, and as she stepped out of them and her shoes she stood there naked and unsure. I looked her over for a couple seconds, and she put her hands behind her back and gave a nervous smile. Smiling back, I got up and walked towards her.

	"Yes, I did... and why are you naked?" I cocked an eyebrow at Jodi and looked her up and down again as I came to stand in front of her. She relaxed a bit.

	"You said slaves had to be naked once in the house.... so...." Jodi shrugged, and her smile became sexier.

	I had to give a chuckle at that, and she echoed it. "Ok, I see. You're not a slave yet but you want to get some practice in. Well, I can understand that. On your knees!" The last was semi-barked at her, and a shocked Jodi quickly dropped and knelt on the carpet. "Whenever you greet me at home, either when I come through the door or when you've come in and stripped, you are to come over to me and drop to your knees, legs spread and hands behind your back," she quickly complied, "and await orders. Understand?"

	"Yes Chris."

	"You're to do the same if I'm busy and you need to get my attention. Unless the kitchen's on fire, in which case you can just yell."

	She smiled. "Yes Chris."

	"What's in the bag?"

	"Food. I thought I'd make you dinner." Given that I was starting to get down to just bread and spaghetti sauce so far as my cupboards went, my eyes lit up at this. Although with my luck she'd be making spaghetti. I looked over at the bag.

	"Hmm, it's only about 4 PM... anything in there have to be refrigerated right away or can it sit a couple minutes while you drain my cum?" Jodi quickly replied by unzipping my jeans and bringing my mostly soft cock out.

	"It can wait...." She kissed the tip, then went to work softly licking and kissing. I moved my hand to brush some of her hair out of the way so I could see better, and felt myself quickly getting hard. God she was good at this... Jodi took me into her mouth, caressing underneath the head of my cock with her tongue, then started bobbing her head as Mr. Happy came to full attention. As luck would have it I hadn't made myself come in a day or two, and it wasn't going to take much to bring me to climax this time. She took her time, as I'd sort of trained her, but as I felt myself reading to shoot I started to guide her head more and said "Harder... faster..." With my legs starting to feel a little weak, I put both hands on her head and felt myself release into Jodi's mouth. Pulling back a touch, she groaned and took it all, swallowing then running her tongue over the head to entice more. Finally she let me out of her mouth and gave it a few more licks for good measure. 

	Pulling Jodi to her feet, I took her in my arms and kissed her. After a moment I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

	"Not bad." Jodi broke down laughing, and I chuckled along with her. I gave her another quick kiss and ran one hand over her back and ass and another over a breast. Then I released her.

	"Ok, slave, time to make me dinner!"

	Jodi grabbed her bag, and walked over into the kitchen while I returned to my computer. I heard her cry of disgust, and figured with her going barefoot a good cleaning of the floors was going to be high on her to do list. She wasn't a delicate flower, though, and within a few moments dinner preparations were in high gear. 

****

	"So, you really think you have the job?" I took a final bite of my chicken breast and tried to decide if I wanted some more mashed potatoes. It had been a very good meal, if simple, which didn't bother me. I'm a simple person in some respects. I now knew why she had casually asked what types of food I liked...

	Jodi took a drink of water, then played a bit with her fork.

	"She said it was mine if she had any say in the matter, and would give me a call as early as tonight if I was to start next week." Jodi started to go for her phone to check it before realizing it naturally wasn't on her. "Well, I'll check it after dinner" she added, chuckling. I decided on more corn and a spoonful or two of potatoes, and as I executed my plan Jodi started to look a little nervous. I raised an eyebrow.

	"Yes?"

	"Um.... my mom wants to meet you."

	Not something you hear every day from a wannabe slave, not that my experience with such was vast. I was wondering when this would come up, though. Real life is oh so much more messy then I'd prefer it. 

	"How much have you told her?"

	"Everything."

	Jodi obviously was nervous about my reaction to that. She folded her arms on the table and leaned forward a bit. I took a drink and leaned back, waiting for her to say more. When in doubt say nothing. Or push a pawn, as my Dad was want to say when teaching me chess.

	"We're very close, especially after Dad left. I've told her all about you from the start." She looked me in the eye. "ALL about you."

	"And she wants to see me, not kill me, right?"

	"So far as I know," she laughed. "I can check for weapons before she comes if that will reassure you." At that point a faint ringing noise came from her purse, and Jodi quickly jumped up to dig out her phone. 

	Oh, what to do. My family wasn't a problem with regard to this unusual arrangement, at least for now. My parents had passed away around 5 years ago, one reason I had been able to pay cash for this place. My sister was down in Florida, although being newly single again she had been making noises about moving back home to Buffalo to be with family. More and more of those who had left for jobs were doing that, and with her telecommuting it shouldn't be hard. But, as I said, for now I didn't have to worry about justifying any of this to her. Jodi's mom, on the other hand...  I mean, I hadn't even justified it fully to myself.

	"I got it!!!!" Jodi came bouncing back into the kitchen, her small breasts and some of her belly doing their own bouncing in counterpoint. I stood up and she jumped me, kissing me hard as her arms squeezed me tightly. I brought a hand up and ticked the base of her neck causing her to release me and laughingly jump back in surprise. Leaning back against the wall by the oven I crossed my arms and asked, "So, who was that on the phone?" Jodi approached and put her arms around me again- gently this time- and put her head on my shoulder.

	"It was the manager, silly. Someone quit so they REALLY need me as soon as I can start. I already quit my old job..."

	"You WHAT?" I gently, if firmly, drew her head back so she was looking at me. Damn this was going fast. I felt like I was in a canoe going down some rapids, not knowing if I was heading for a nice calm, beautiful lake or a falls. Or if the lake was at the bottom of the falls. I sighed. Having been to nearby Niagara Falls enough times I knew by the time you noticed you were in the rapids it was in fact too late to do much about it, so I just shook my head.

	"Are you sure about all this? I assume you're already giving up the apartment and are packed." Jodi gave me a nod, half embarrassed, half not, and I sighed again. I had the feeling it would become a new character trait. 

	"OK... here's what we'll do. Kneel!"

	Jodi quickly dropped to her knees on the dirty kitchen floor, arms behind her back and legs spread. I stood up straight in front of her and put my right hand on her head and petted her. Jodi closed her eyes and pressed into my hand. 

	"I have Monday and Tuesday off as usual, and will be out of work Sunday by one, although I'll probably be beat. Think you and your mom can be here with all the stuff you'll be bringing- and I decide if something is or isn't entering my house- by about 5 PM? After we empty your cars I'll take you both out to dinner and we can get to know each other."

	"That would be wonderful, Chris. You'll like her."

	"Well, if she pisses me off I can just spank you."

****

	Mrs. Richardson, or Betty as she insisted, looked nothing like Jodi. She was short, thin, and blond. I wondered at what the husband had looked like to add enough genetic stock to create their daughter. The twinkle in Betty's eyes was familiar, though, and as she exited the pickup she had parked next to Jodi's Jeep she gave me a speculative once over before walking up and shaking my hand. My hands are firm and callused from working with dough and the oven, and hers felt of their own history of hard labor. She was wearing a blouse and jeans, not much different from Jodi's attire.

	"So, you're the evil slave master?" Betty's arched eyebrow showed the game was on.

	"I prefer the term 'morally questionable' slave master. 'Evil' is suck a tacky term." Betty gave an approving laugh and let go of my hand as Jodi came up to us carrying a load of boxes.

	"Are you two going to help?"

	I gave Jodi a rather long look.

	"No."

	Betty looked between us as Jodi took a second to digest this, then shook her head as Jodi nodded in acceptance and started humming as she continued on towards the front door I had left propped open. Giving a small shrug I motioned for Betty towards the grass next to the driveway where I had set up two chairs. I offered her some Pepsi, then settled back into my chair to watch Jodi come back out for a second load. We didn't say anything for awhile.

	"This is all putting some things about her I hadn't thought much about into context," I finally said, taking a drink. "Has she always been... submissive?"

	Betty gave a familiar chuckle. "Not with me. She hasn't dated much before you, so maybe you just brought something out of her." Her face clouded. "Her father was a spineless wimp. Is that different than... submissive?"

	'How the hell was I suppose to know' was the answer I wanted to give. I mean, I'm just a guy who has read enough stories to be badly misinformed on the subject. Giving it some thought, though, I ventured, "Jodi is doing it out of choice, and only submitting to one master. She's not letting the world walk over her."

	"I guess I can accept that." Betty took a good swig from her glass, then added, "And before you get any thoughts in that direction I'm not like that myself."

	"Darn! I so wanted to check that off my To Do list..." Sitting forward on my chair, I gave Betty a serious look. "So. You... you're OK with this? Your daughter naked and serving me?" She looked down at her hands, telling me that no it wasn't OK, but then she nodded. I understood. You pick your battles in life. I had been deemed a nice enough guy that it wasn't worth losing her only daughter to keep her away from me. My feelings about the matter might not be all that different if I were to look at them too hard. Luckily, great sex is a good distraction.

****

	It took about an hour, with breaks and minor unpacking, for Jodi to unload the two vehicles. After the last of it entered the house we took Jodi's Jeep to a nearby place that was at least one step up from Applebee's. We had a nice dinner talking about nothing, trading embarrassing stories about Jodi and talking a bit about my family. I kept an eye on the time and kept us there until dark was falling. As we turned onto my street, I asked, casually, "So, Betty, are you going to stay for the ceremony?"

	Both heads swiveled towards me , making me wish I had waited until we were safely parked. Jodi got her eyes back on the road before we passed my driveway, and pulled in. The car safely off and stopped, she was about to speak when I raised my hand to stop her. I turned to Betty and added, "It won't take long. Can you stay?" 

	She nodded.

	Opening the car door, I got out and walked around to Jodi as they both exited. My face serious, I looked at each in turn.

	"No speaking unless you are told to. You are to wait here until the front porch light goes off, at which point you are to enter the house and close the door behind you. Understood?" 

	Two nods.

	Leaving them I went inside to prepare.

****

	I had thought long and hard about what to do. This was important for her... for us. We had to start it right, set the stage for the new life to come.


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	Betty and Jodi stood in the entry way looking stunned.

	The room was dark. A few feet in front of the door was a small table with a single lit candle on it. A narrow red rug started at the table and ran towards the middle of the room for about six feet, where it ended at an empty table similar to the first. Another red rug ran at a right angle to the right where it ended a few feet away from the wall where I stood. Behind me on a built in shelf were a dozen or so candles in front of a wall mirror. I had quickly changed from jeans and a t-shirt into a blue suit.

	I gave them a moment, then spoke.

	"Betty, sit." I motioned to a chair I had placed next to the front door, and she obeyed.

	"Jodi, stand next to the table." Jodi took two steps forward and stopped, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite make out in the dark.

	"Jodi, you have asked to be my slave. You have asked for the right to be my property, for the privilege of obeying me in all things, for the honor of giving your mind, body, and soul to me. Do you still wish to sell all that you are to me?" I could see her chest start heaving as her breathing, and probably heart rate, surged. I waited for her answer as she got herself under control.

	"Yes."

	"Pick up the candle holder."

	Jodi picked up the simple black wooden candle holder, bringing the lit foot long thin red candle to her chest. 

	"That candle is your soul. It represents everything you are, everything you think, you feel, you know. It is the symbol of everything you are offering to me. See how beautiful it is in the darkness. So too are you when you serve me."

	"Walk to the next table and put the candle on it and face me."

	She did so, walking slowly, almost as if it was a wedding march. Which, in a way, it was.

	"You have offered your body to me. You would have me own it, to use it for my pleasure, in any way I see fit, and you would use all your skills to satisfy my every need. You have said if sisters joined you in slavery, your body would be theirs and their bodies yours and all of you mine with no jealousy. Do you still offer all this to me?"

	"Yes."

	"Remove your clothes. You may never hide my property from my eyes unless I will it."

	Jodi slowly stripped, tossing the clothing towards her mother. I took a quick glance towards Betty, who was sitting at the edge of her seat in rapt attention. I smiled.

	"Jodi, pick up your candle and stand before me."

	Jodi slowly walked down the carpet, stopping where it ended at a square silk pillow about two feet in front of me. Her eyes were wet, and they sparkled in the light as they met mine.

	"On your knees."

	She dropped down onto the pillow, legs spread.

	"Jodi, you hold in your hand your soul, and you kneel with your naked body displayed before me. Both you offer to me, to do with as I will. In exchange for such a priceless gift all I have to give you is my pledge to protect you, to take care of you, and to be with you. It is not a fair bargain." I held out my hand.

	"If you wish to sell yourself to me... give me your soul."

	There wasn't a moment's hesitation. Jodi offered up the candle in both hands, and I took it. Turning, I put the flame of her candle into the flame of the largest candle behind me, then put her candle next to it.

	"I have joined your soul with mine. Long may they burn together in pleasure and joy." Turning back to her I brought out the necklace. This too had required thought. We weren't doing this to take part in whatever subculture existed out there, and I really didn't want to attract attention, so a slave collar was out. Instead, I had found a simple gold chain with a book shaped locket, inside of which was engraved 'Property of Chris'. OK, it hadn't come with that engraving, I had to have it done, but given the events of the past week it honestly wouldn't have surprised me if fate had in fact turned just such a necklace up.

	Jodi bowed her head as I leaned over and fastened the chain. When I finished she straightened her back and looked up at me. She was beautiful. The gold book settled just between her breasts, but it was outshone by the love in her eyes. I didn't deserve what I saw there. I wasn't what she thought I was. And, yet... I found myself returning that look. Her brown eyes were blurry, and it took a moment to realize it was because my own were moist with tears. Her love washed over me, and I felt a peace and acceptance I had never felt before. She was mine. The most precious thing in the world, and I would protect and take care of her till the end of time.

	"There is one final thing, Jodi," I said softly, my right hand petting her hair. She nuzzled it, and I sensed this would become one of our most intimate gestures. "The first act of any slave is to drink of their master. Once you have tasted me, your journey is complete and you are mine forever."

	Her hands, shaking, reached out and undid my fly and brought out my cock. She just stared at my hardness, her hands going between her legs. She then slowly leaned forward and licked the tip lightly. Oh, god... just using her lips and tongue she slowly teased me into exquisite pain, the only sound that of her fingers bringing her own body relief. I finally grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth, and after five thrusts I heard her give a loud, shuttering groan and I realized she had cum. I felt my own need building, and giving her fair warning I released into her mouth. Eyes closed, it was all I could do to keep standing as she drank everything I gave her. Jodi moaned and I almost think she came again, a small one as she pulled back and released my cock, giving the head a final kiss, and nuzzling it against her cheek as it slowly softened. 

	Drawing Jodi to her feet, I saw her mom also rise. There would be some sort of awkward moment between them, woman to woman and mother to daughter. Then Betty would leave and Jodi and I would be alone to start the rest of our lives. Before that, though, there was one final thing. I brought Jodi's head towards mine, touching foreheads as I looked into her eyes.



	"Welcome home."

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Edited by SciFi Nut

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