Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... make if the fact was she felt she wasowned? And Claire stood, shivering, as much from the knowledge of that fact, as from the coldness of the water dripping from her hair, between her breasts to the delta of her thighs.

Owned.

Claire swayed. She felt like she'd been struck by lightning. Like some cathedral bell tolling, the reality of what it meant to be "owned" - that she was "Owned." The concept resonated throughout her body, deep into her bones for the first time.

God help me. I am owned by Master Lester and I want nothing more than that. She held that fact as though it were an object, rotated it, peered at it closely like it was an intricate flower beginning to unfold right before her eyes.

But he has a slave. He'll give me away. He's already given me, well, sort of "loaned" me to Jim. I guess this is some kind of test drive, really. If I don't have the will to rule myself, he will eventually.. actually... give me to somebody. To a new Master... And I'll go to him. I will actually let myself be... given... to a stranger who will... Own me.

Of course I will. That's almost exactly what I let Ted do... wasn't it? We never said he owned me, but... like Mrs. Lester said, we just didn't have the words. But he did - Ted owned me! and when he left, he gave me to the best Master's he could find in that fucking school. And I went to them next. Without a word. My God, Mr. Lester's actually my third Owner! She thought about Alton.That little shit? OK. Well, at ...

... least my second.

I trust Mr. Lester to find me a good Owner. More than I trust myself, for sure. God, will it be Jim? Is it really already Jim? Has it already really been decided? Claire thought about this for a moment in a detached way.Jim will Own me. Hmm.

Will Jim use me enough? Can he? Can any Master use me enough? In her heart Claire knew the answer to that question. No. No one Master could hope to meet her sexual needs, or increasingly she shivered, her need for pain.

If anyone can use me, does it really matter who Owns me? She thought of Mrs. Lester, of the number of men who beat her. Fucked her. Came on her. In her.But she likes it from strangers. Still, it would exhaust one man to do to her what Mr. Lester wants and arranges to have done to her, what she's come to crave. But in the end, she does have Mr. Lester. He loves her even though he Owns her. But isn't that really the cherry on top? If he dies, Mrs. Lester is still going to want pain and sex from strangers. Mr. Lester may have made her that way, but it's still what she is now. No, that's not quite it. She'll want it. She'll probably let a lot of guys have her. But it's like she said: she's Master's pain loving slut. She needs Master to make her do it, for it to be right.

Do I?

Claire's gasped as her head snapped back. Jim had a grip on her hair and was pulling back, making her gaze up into his face.

"What's it take to keep your attention slut!?" Claire was dazed. She couldn't come up with an ...