A Unique Gift – Chapter 9

He took the collar and wrapped it round his neck. He had to fiddle with the clasp for a minute to get it to close but it snapped shut. Almost instantly he felt his mind change. He had an overwhelming desire to be submissive and serve Abby any way she wanted. All his previous reservations went and he knew he would happily do anything she asked.

“So? Is it working?” Abby asked.

“Yes mistress I can feel it,” Jack replied and Abby’s eyes went wide as she heard him say mistress.

“Very funny, how do I know it’s working?” Abby asked.

“I think that’s simple mistress, just command me to do something I wouldn’t normally do,” Jack answered.

“Ok first stop calling me mistress and second, let’s see… Strip naked and run down the street and back,” Abby grinned. She still didn’t believe the collar really worked and wanted to see how far Jack would go to trick her but she knew that he would never ever do that.

To her surprise Jack simply agreed and began undressing. She watched as he removed his tshirt. She still thought he was bluffing and would stop before he got completely naked. He kicked off his shoes and undid his pants. This was it, Abby thought, he’ll take off his pants and leave his boxers on but won’t go any further. To her shock Jack pulled his pants and boxers down and kicked them off, standing before Abby completely naked and unashamed he made his way to the front door.

“STOP!” Abby shouted and Jack froze. She couldn’t believe it, he was actually going to do it, the collar really did work! And now he was stood in front of her completely uncaring she was seeing him naked. She stared at him with her mouth hanging open.

“Abby?” Jack asked. She shook her head before bursting out laughing.

“Oh this is amazing. It actually works. How does it work? Who made it? This is incredible,” Abby burbled. Jack simply stood there, he was happy to wait as long as she wanted until she gave him something else to do.

“How does it feel?” Abby asked.

“It feels good, I just want to serve you however you like,” Jack replied.

“Ok this is weird. At least act like normal Jack please,” Abby commanded. Instantly Jack felt his mind return mostly back to normal. There was still a desire to serve Abby however she wanted but he was also more aware of his own normal feelings and desires. He also was aware of the fact he was naked and dashed for his clothes, pulling his boxers and pants on quickly.

“Christ you’re worse than me, put the collar on me and have me naked in less than a minute,” Jack complained.

“Sorry, I just didn’t think it would work. So how does it actually feel?” Abby asked again.

“It’s strange, since you said act like me I feel mostly normal just with this nagging in the back of my mind to do whatever you tell me,” Jack admitted.

“So if I told you to stand on one leg you would?” Abby asked.

“Yes,” Jack replied.

“Then why aren’t you?” Abby asked.

“You only asked if I would, you didn’t tell me to,” Jack answered.

“Ok, stand on one leg,” Abby ordered and Jack raised his left leg, balancing on his right. “Can you put it down?” She continued.

“No, not unless you tell me to,” Jack replied. He could feel the command in his brain. He knew that normally he wouldn’t want to stand on one leg and would want to put his right leg down but right now, as long as Abby wanted him to stay on one leg he wanted that as well.

“Ok you can put it down,” she told him and he did.

“This is odd,” Jack commented.

“Cook me breakfast, bacon and eggs,” Abby commanded.

“Sure,” Jack replied as he moved to the fridge. He cooked them both breakfast. He found since she had ordered him to be himself and hadn’t commanded him to not cook any for himself he was able to as he wanted some as well.

They sat and ate breakfast with Abby gushing over how amazing this collar was. She seemed as excited about it as Jack was. After they finished eating she ordered him to clean up, something she knew he would normally leave as long as possible and Jack found himself enjoying cleaning for once.

“So tell me, who have you used the collar so far?” Abby asked. “I mean you knew it worked so you must have tried it.”

“Miss Jameson,” Jack admitted. He had sworn not to tell anyone but he felt compelled to tell Abby and had no reservations about doing so.

“WHAT? How?” Abby asked.

“I asked her to try on the collar and she did,” Jack said simply.

“And what did you do?” Abby asked although she was fairly certain she could guess. Jack confirmed her suspicions of fucking her brains out. She knew Jack that it didn’t surprise her and she was actually a little jealous.

“Show me whatever photos or videos you took,” Abby commanded. She didn’t even have to ask if he had taken any, she knew full well he would have done. Jack left the room and returned with his camera a few moments later. He showed Abby the pictures of Miss Jameson naked and in various positions.

“Holy shit,” Abby muttered as she looked. She felt herself getting turned on looking the photos. Being bisexual she had been as excited as the guys had been when they first saw Miss Jameson but her horrible attitude and boring class had made Abby drop economics after the first year. She was extremely jealous of Jack right now.

“So tell me who else you plan on using this collar on and what you plan on doing,” she ordered.


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A Unique Gift – Chapter 4

They arrived back at his house and Jack could barely get they key in the lock. He was nervous but excited at the same time.

“Strip for me,” he commanded once they were inside. The house was set back from the road so they didn’t have to worry about passers by seeing his teacher inside. “Everything but the collar.”

Immediately Alice began stripping off her clothes. Jacks heart jumped and he relaxed. He had half expected her to punch him in the face and was glad to see that the collar really did seem to be working. He watched as she removed her jacket, quickly followed by her blouse. Her large breasts strained against her bra and Jacks cock twitched in his pants as he took in her body. She had toned abs, showing she must work out, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor. She wasn’t undressing sexily, more like she was about to get a shower but Jack didn’t care. Her large breasts hung from her chest, seemingly defying gravity with their perkiness. Jack stared at them with his mouth hanging open. He had seen plenty of breasts, a few in real life and a lot on the internet but none had seemed as perfect as hers.

Alice continued to undress, she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her pants. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband and wiggling her hips, she pulled them down along with her panties in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them and looked at Jack expectantly. He was too busy staring at her long shapely legs up to her smooth shaved pussy to notice.

“Do you find my body pleasing?” Alice asked breaking him from his staring.

“It’s amazing,” Jack muttered back before coming to his senses. He couldn’t believe he had Miss Jameson stood naked in his house. His cock was desperate for release, tenting his pants. Alice stood there waiting to be told what to do, seemingly uncaring she was naked in a students house.

“Pose for me, as sexy as you can, the sexier they are the more turned on you’ll get,” Jack told her. Alice smiled and began to work through a series of poses, holding each one until Jack told her to show him the next one. The poses got sexier as she went on until eventually she was on her knees, facing away from Jack with her ass in the air. He could see how wet she was as it ran down the inside of her thigh. It was too much for Jack and he told her to stay there as he stripped of his pants and underwear. Kneeling behind her he wasted no time as he roughly pushed his cock into her pussy.

He groaned as he buried it to the hilt and Alice moaned appreciatively. Jack kept himself there, enjoying the snug warmth of her cunt wrapped around his cock as he massaged her ass. Alice slowly worked her hips up and down, desperate for him to fuck her.

“You love being filled with my cock don’t you, tell me how much you love it,” he ordered.

“I do, it feels so good in my needy cunt, I never want you to take it out,” she moaned. It seemed if Jack phrased something as a command instead of a question it made it true.

“You want me to fuck you, you’re desperate for me to fill you with my seed, just thinking about it is enough to make you cum,” Jack continued. He had spent over a year hating this woman and was enjoying making her his needy fuck toy.

“I do… Oh fuck… I want to feel it inside me… Please fill me with your cum,” Alice pleaded and she trembled as she had a small orgasm. Jack grinned to himself and began to thrust into her. He went slow and steady at first which was still enough to make Alice moan lewdly with each stroke. He felt his orgasm approaching quickly, he was so turned on he knew he wouldn’t last long so he picked up the pace, roughly slamming into his teacher as she rocked back and forth meeting hit thrusts and pushing him deep into her as she moaned profusely.

“Fuck my needy cunt, fill me master, please,” she begged. Jack grabbed her hips and slammed as deep into her as he could as his cock twitched and began to spray its load inside her. She cried out loudly, her whole body shuddering as she felt his hot fluids flood her insides. She trembled and whimpered, her pussy clamping down on his cock and milking every drop it could. Once his orgasm subsided Jack spanked her ass hard making her squeal before pulling out of her.


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Personal Assistant – Chapter 2 – Sadie

This day settles, as usual, into our working routine, talking as we go and me stealing long looks of her whenever I can. Our conversation lands on her family and she mentions that her and her sisters always did what their father said or they would get a “switching.” For clarity I asked, “You mean switched, with a switch?” She nodded and I added, “That was strict, how long did that go on for?”

She matter-of-factly said, “Well into our teens I suppose, really until I moved out I guess. Did you want the ethnicity too?”

My mind stumbled a bit, first over getting “switched” as a young adult then “ethnicity?”

“The data, do you want it per ethnic group too?” she asked seeing my confusions.

“Oh yes, ethnic groups . . . he switched you as teenagers?”

Then with a thoughtful expression she said, “Well, just spankings mostly and only when we deserved it. But if we were bad . . .”

I couldn’t help wanting to know more, how could anyone strike this angel? “What would your mother do?”

“She would try not to upset daddy like the rest of us, I suppose.”

She was so calm, so natural talking about this as she worked, while my mind was bouncing between thoughts going 90 miles an hour. “Did your dad spank your mother too?”

This brought a smile to her face as she recollected, staring off at nothing she said, “Never that we knew but my sisters and I would often wonder what went on behind their bedroom door.”

Trying not to be too interested, “If you don’t mind me asking, how many times have you been ‘switched’?”

“Oh goodness, more than I could count. Although, often enough, it would be daddy just saying,” as she imitated a low male voice, “‘Don’t make me go outside a cut a switch’ . . . even though we all knew right where he kept it.”

This whole story was driving me crazy and my imagination was running wild, “Where?”

“Oh, on top of the refrigerator. He ‘never’ went out to cut a new one.” It was like her and her sisters had discovered dad’s big secret.

“Spanking and switching all seems so harsh,” I proposed.

“Umm, I don’t think so sir. You do something bad and after you get your spanking it’s over. You get to move on; it’s clean, simple, then done.”

Even though I was sure there was nothing sexual going on between her father and the girls, I had to change the subject just to get the image of this sweet little thing bent over with her tiny ass waiting to receive its due. She hadn’t intended it to be but this was probably the most erotic real life story that I had ever heard. As I thought it through, since I couldn’t get it out of my head, it also brought her accommodating and respectful behaviors into some clarity. I had met many “people pleasers” in my life but this had more of a “submissive” air about it. I have to admit I don’t know much about that kind of thing but it certainly added a whole other level of excitement to my absolute infatuation of this young beautiful creature.

I could never be degrading or dehumanizing like what I read about Dom’s in erotic literature or see in porn, that just not me. But I did decide to become a bit stricter of a boss to see how that went. I started being more concise and more demanding in my instructions, and asking for big tasks in limited time. It was interesting seeing that she was quick to please and seemed even more satisfied in her job with each accomplishment of the tasks. I also found as I became bossier, Sadie started opening up to me more and became a little more touchy-feely when we were physically close. Just small things, like touching my arm when she spoke or leaning in while looking at the same paperwork or computer screen. One time she thought I looked stressed-out and got up from her desk to come around to my side and rubbed my neck. Needless to say I was in heaven being that she could make my heart race with just a look, let alone a neck rub.

I knew she didn’t currently have a boyfriend from previous conversations but I wanted to know more. These recent insights made her even more desirable, how could she not be attached? So while we were working one morning, I started with, “Sadie, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Yes sir,” she said without even looking up.

“Have you had many boyfriends?”

She stopped what she was doing and thought, nodding as she said, “I don’t know about ‘many’ but I’ve dated a number of boys.”

Trying to get a couple of layers deeper I asked, “What happened, why aren’t you dating any of them now?”

“They just didn’t click, I guess.”

Okay, I wanted more, “What didn’t click exactly, weren’t they nice?”

Now she had a look of concentration on her face, which I found adorable of course, “I don’t know really, I suppose they were too nice.”

“Too nice? How can somebody be too nice?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ‘nice’ isn’t the right word,” she said. “None of them seemed to know what they wanted. They all worked real hard at making me like them but that isn’t what I wanted I guess.”

One more layer I thought, so I asked, “What is it you want in a man?”

“Someone who can at least tell me what it is they want. Like you, in your business. I like working for you because you know what you want. You’re clear, it makes sense.”

“I can be tough to work for,” I said trying to look all confident on the outside while feeling like an adolescent bowl of Jello on the inside because she referenced me in her description of what she liked.

Looking straight at me with a big smile on her face she said, “No sir, you’re great.”

I had uncovered as many layers as my pounding heart could stand so I returned the conversation to work, or so I tried. She had now become the most interesting along with being the most beautiful person I knew. My eyes would drift away her but my mind couldn’t.


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Murder Mystery Weekend – Chapter 3

Just before we got to her apartment, Teresa stopped, and pointed to a park bench.

“Can we sit here for a minute?” It was a lovely spot, opposite a pretty little park. The late summer day was bright and sunny, without the excessive humidity that had tortured us through the month of July. Yet I felt a sudden chill.

We sat down together. Teresa slowly swept her long hair back, and turned to face me.

“Colin, I have to tell you something.” she said. Normally, I’m a pretty optimistic guy, but those words sounded like the footsteps of doom. I swallowed, and nodded.

“I really, really appreciate your help with this.” she continued. “And I’m looking forward to seeing how it will all turn out. But I have to tell you now: this weekend won’t be about you and me. Do you understand?”

I didn’t understand at all, but I nodded as if I did. Teresa was watching me closely – did I mention that she was very bright?

“We aren’t going to be getting back together this weekend, Colin. I’m going to be very busy running the game, for one thing. And then there’s Lena to look after – she won’t know anybody else but me, at first. You could help me out there – be nice to her.”

“I want you to make this long weekend about you. Have fun. Solve the puzzles. Don’t spend your time flirting with me, or going out of your way to be helpful. You don’t have to try to impress me. I want you to just relax and enjoy yourself.”

“Flirt with the other women. Sleep with them.” Teresa saw the look of surprise in my eyes. “I mean it, Colin. We’ve always been frank with each other on that subject. I don’t want you to think about me romantically this weekend. Get drunk, if you want. Have a fling. Flings.”

– “This is one of the weirdest conversations I’ve ever had.” I said.

Teresa took me by the hand. “Colin, please. This is very important to me: tell me that you understand.”

– “I do. I get it.” I told her.

And I did understand. If I was busy chasing Teresa all weekend, trying to get back together with her, it would interfere with her running the murder mystery. It would also leave me frustrated; she was making it clear.

But I did say that I was an optimist. I understood something else very clearly: Teresa said that we weren’t ‘going to be getting back together this weekend‘. She also said that she didn’t want me to ‘think about her romantically this weekend‘.

Those were her exact words.

Why would she specifically say ‘this weekend’? Not once, but twice. She could have said that there was no chance of us getting back together, ever. Period. But she didn’t.

Which meant that there was hope for us yet.

We parted with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Then I went on my way. I waited until she was out of sight before I started to smile.


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Personal Assistant – Chapter 1 – Sadie

I have a pretty sweet deal. I’m a professional writer and work from my home office writing grant proposals for nonprofits, schools and businesses. Every so often I get hired on to manage grants or run a capital campaign. I get to set my own schedule and work as hard as I care to. Don’t get me wrong, I work hard for a living, it’s just that I get to do it in my underwear if I choose to.

Lately I’ve had a lot of work and started looking for an assistant, somebody to do research and fact checking. Previously, when I had extra work my wife would support me, but she’s long gone now and I have to hire outside help. I placed an ad in our local paper and got about a dozen calls. There turned out to be some really qualified people available including an out-of-work paralegal and a gal who had spent the last twenty years as a corporate administrative assistant. There were also some recent college grads that just hadn’t found work yet. I could have justified hiring any one of them but nothing really clicked, nobody I was interested in spending my whole day with. Then came Sadie.

During our interview, Sadie said that she took some college classes after she graduated from high school but nothing that had grabbed her interest. She told me she was smart, could write well and was computer literate. I really hoped I nodded at all the right spots during the interview but the truth was I couldn’t take my eyes off her physical beauty. Sadie had eyes that sparkled, light freckles across a nose that scrunched when she smiled with the most perfect small nose and mouth, all framed a little off-center by her one cute dimple. She was small, sleek and slender but not skinny.

She came to her interview in a casually professional pantsuit that accentuated her small hips and tight butt. Her slacks weren’t sexy on their own but draped over her bottom just enough to suggest two small cheeks and the front screamed flat tummy and slender thighs. She could’ve been mistaken for a young teen except for her perfectly firm “c” cup breasts under her blouse that declared her womanhood. She didn’t have near the employment experience of others but the thought of just spending my days in her presence was very alluring. I told her that there were other candidates better suited for the position and gave her the opportunity to convince me. Sadie admitted she had not worked that much but she was a very fast learner. That she would work very hard, was trustworthy, would be committed to the job, and obedient.

“Obedient? Did she say obedient? How odd,” I thought. The more we talked, the more infatuated I became. Being a thirty-something divorcee and Sadie being a young adult, barely, I knew nothing could ever come of it. She must turn the head of every young man that she encounters and probably has her pick. Even though we would always have an employee/employer relationship, it would be so much more enjoyable of a day for me hanging out with Sadie than with any of the other applicants. Maybe less work would get done but definitely more enjoyable, worth every penny I decided. I’m sure my moral compass was skewed but heck! I’m the boss; I can hire and work with anybody I want to!

When I told her, “Okay, I’ll give you a chance,” she lit up like a light bulb. I don’t think I had ever seen a prettier sight. I knew that I had made the right choice, at least for as long as I could afford it. So I took the proverbial boss role and gave her a run-through of my expectations. “I work hard here, people count on me for the funding of some very important programs, blah, blah, blah . . .”

She listened carefully as I told her that I am very particular and want things done a certain way. She responded with, “Yes sir, I will do whatever you want me to do, however you want me to do it.”

“Oh my naïve young thing, you don’t know how I wished that were true” I thought to myself but I loved her enthusiasm.
Sadie started work early the next day. It had been hot and she wore a pretty summer smock with a belt at her slim waist. It was a simple floral print but on her it took my breath away. I figured out on that first day that it wasn’t going to be how much work she could get done but rather I much I could get could done. Our desks butt up against each other’s, face to face, because that’s how the office has always been set up. There is a nice adjacent conference room to complete my home office. That first day I hoped she hadn’t notice but I could hardly keep my eyes off of her.

As time went on, she turned into quite an asset. Her proofing and fact checking were great and when we met with clients in the conference room, Sadie turned out to be an artist. She was courteous, welcoming and could make everybody feel at ease while charming their socks off, she was a natural.

Conversation seems to come easily between us. We talked comfortably as we worked, even though when I told her she didn’t need to address me so formally and to call me by my first name, she answered with, “Yes sir.”

I learned she had two sisters, one older and one younger, and she even though she grew up in a pretty strict household, she loved her family very much. When it came to work she was true to her word; she worked hard and was very committed. I don’t think I’ve ever looked so forward to starting work each day, I was enjoying her immensely.
Every day I would look forward to see what she would wear. Sadie always wore appropriate clothing but she’s just so damned good-looking. She could even make her oversized sweater look sexy, its bulky-ness only showed off her dainty-ness. Today it was a sheer top with spaghetti straps, leaving her shoulders mostly bare. Her skin is flawless and her narrow shoulders transition to a beautifully long neck. There seems to be some new element of perfection to discover about her each day.


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