Master John finds his slave

Chapter 1

    John hated going to weddings. They long since ceased to be fun anymore. He wandered over to the bar again as the singer from the band introduced the wedding party. John ordered a scotch..decided he needed a double instead and watched the party walking in. As he watched John wondered how long the couple would stay married. Longer than he had he decided. But almost everyones marriage lasted longer than his had. He knew deep down not to marry a vanilla girl but he did….and paid for it…both emotionally and financially.

It had been a while now…more than five years since his divorce and the beginning of what seemed like an endless parade of subs. There had been how many? John had lost count…20…30..maybe more and out of them all only two had gotten past one time. He had done things he swore he would never do…joining collar me and alt.com which produced more wannabes.Now  John was settling down with the fact he might not ever find what he wanted and would have to make due with whatever came along. John scowled at the thought, drained his scotch and signaled the bartender for another.

As he took his drink  and tipped the bartender  John turned and a woman caught his eye. She was older and wore a nice black dress the kind that she was technically about five years older than someone in that dress should be. But she looked great. Awesome legs…toned muscles showing as she walked in her heels.  Dress fit well over her very nice breasts. John tried not to stare as she ordered  drinks…four of them. Her wedding ring shined in the light as the bartender served her drinks on a tray. As she turned the sunlight gleamed off the thin silver bands she wore on each second toe. John stirred as he noticed the long silver perfectly manicured fingernails. He looked up and she smiled shyly as she turned to walk away. Wow nice ass too. Johns eyes followed her to her table where she set the tray down and sat. At the table were a man who john figured was her husband…a late teenage boy who must be her son..and a very cute early 20’s woman who John guessed was her daughter.  John watched her and within a minute his “radar” told him she was submissive…could she be more?

  As the day wore on and John kept his eyes on her it became apparent that she was more than merely submissive, But how much more? She was married with kids..Johnwould  not go all out for just a sub that was a married mom.  For a married mom she would have to be a full slave. He had to find out.

  John stayed at the bar where he could watch her. The signs were all there. The way she tended to her family..God it was natural. No one asked or told her she did it without a second thought. John hardened quickly as he realized that this woman was the real thing. A natural born slave. Odds were she didn’t even KNOW! OMG John thought…she is someone I could mold into what I have always wanted

  John watched her get up and start walking in his general direction. She came to the bar and asked for a drink. John watched as her husband came over. John moved closer to hear what he was saying.

  “Hey Mo” he said. “Bobby Junior and Kristen are going up to the party for the young people in the honeymoon suite. I am going with Ralph to his house for a while. He wants to show me his new car. I have been thinking of getting one so I want to take a look. I will meet you later at the adult party in the presidential suite. Ok?”

She nodded and turned toward the bar. John thought hmmm Mo huh her name must be Maureen. John watched as her husband made his way out with the bride’s father and hoped Maureen would not leave the bar before he left.

The husband disappeared out the door and John moved closer. John ordered a scotch and then asked the woman if she wanted anything. She turned and looked at John and froze. John’s eyes seemed to hold her in place. She nodded to the bartender and John looked into her eyes and offered his hand.

“Hi..Im John”

“Hi Im Maureen.Nice to meet you John.”

“The pleasure is mine Maureen” John said.

John asked if she was with the bride or groom. Maureen said her husband and the brides father were partners in a number of businesses and had been friends since college. John told her the grooms father was a childhood friend of his. They chatted for a while and all the time John kept his eyes locked with hers. She was unable to look away. Johns certainty in her natural slavery grew by the minute.

Finally John reached for her hand telling her her ring was beautiful. She told him it had been her grandmothers. John tightened his grip on Maureens hand…She made no attempt to pull away. John then took her by the hand and spun her around. Between John and Maureen now was the corner of the bar no one could see them from the waist down. John pushed Maureen against the bar whispering in her ear that he knew she was a good girl and would do as he asked. Maureen nodded slowly that she would. John went to work pushing his hand up Maureens dress and pulling her panties aside. With his other hand he pressed a ben-wa ball to her slit. Maureen gasped softly as it entered her. John then added another..then another and rearranged Maureens panties to hold the balls in.

She stared into his eyes as he took her hand and pulled her away. The walked toward the elevator and the balls inside her started to do their work. By the time they reached the elevator Maureen was teetering on her heels holding onto John.

They entered the elevator and the doors closed. John pressed the1 5 for his floor then holding Maureen with one hand around her waist used his other to unzip her dress. When he had it down his hands undid her bra and massaged her beautiful tits.  When they reached the 15th floor the doors opened and John led a terrified Maureen..Her pussy filled with Ben-Wa balls…Her dress and bra hanging loosely on her…down the hall.  When they reached room 1518 John opened the door and nudged Maureen inside.

  John turned on the light led Maureen to the middle of the room and said “You know what to do don’t you” Maureen looked at him. They both knew this was the moment of truth. Was John right that Maureen was a natural slave ..or was she just another sub. Maureen then looked at John and slowly sank to her knees…put her head down and her hands behind her head…and slowly interlaced her fingers. John silently exulted. He had his slave………. To Be Continued