EXTRACT FOR
Slave Without A Master
(David Weaver)

Chapter One

Opportunity Knocks



    The slave was hanging from the ceiling.  Her feet just touched the ground.  If she stood on her toes, the strain on her shoulders was eased a bit.  She was naked of course.  Leather cuffs encircled her wrists.  There were rings on them that were hooked to a chain in the ceiling.  The chain was embedded into a solid piece of oak that made the joist for the floor above.  The six by six wasn't going to give any time soon.  The slave's fingers briefly touched the quick release for the chain, but she'd never dream of releasing herself.  Her Master wanted her suspended like this, and she never denied her Master anything.  In fact, the prospect of the next several hours, suffering for Him gave her a feeling of joy.  She smiled and concentrated on the buzzing of the vibrating ben wah balls that were stuffed in her pussy.

    

Four weeks earlier...

    Valerie Burbon eased her car into her assigned parking spot.  The smile on her face said a lot about how her life had been going these past two years.  Since the opening of Valerie's Crisis, she'd been able to parlay the brief bout of fame from the movie into greater exposure for Delgrasi Publications, the premier publisher of fetish specialty magazines.  In addition to the increased quality of ads in the magazines (a perennial problem for so called sex magazines), Valerie's efforts (and fame) had convinced several vanilla companies to advertise in Delgrasi publications.

    Valerie's personal life was equally joyous.  Her life partner, Sally Thatcher, had become her full time slave around the time the movie about their first month together was being made.  In the over two years since, Sally had grown increasingly satisfied in her total subservience to Valerie.  Valerie was pleasantly surprised to find herself thoroughly enjoying being a 24/7 Mistress.  Of course, Valerie was still a submissive, answering to Charles Vanquil at his whim.  Her submission to Charles had deepened in the three years since she first let Him take her home and have his way with her.  It had been over a year since Val had used her safe word for anything other than safety concerns.

    Valerie stopped on her way in to chat with the new receptionist, Imogene Cahara.  "So, how was the date last night?"

    "Oh. Ms. Burbon, it was fantastic.  John took me to see Sampson's Pride," she gushed, referring to the new romantic comedy from Hellfire Pictures.  "After that, dancing at the Gotham Club and home for some more intimate dancing."

    "It does sound like you had a great time.  Did you broach it with him?"

    Imogene looked down, embarrassed.  "No, I chickened out.  He'll think I'm a freak."

    Val cupped the receptionist's chin in her hand.  "No, he won't; and if he does, you deserve better.  Imogene, it's not like you're asking him to let you tie him up or something," Valerie continued, referencing her own particular kink.  "When he sees how turned on you are by being in rubber during sex, he'll leap at the chance.  Have you tried that rubber underwear out yet?"

    "Oh, Gods!  Once, and it drove me crazy.  I got a new crotchless pair last week.  Do you think I should...?"

    "Of course!  That's a great way to introduce him to your kink.  You know, he may have one of his own he's been afraid to share with you?"

    "Do you think so?"

    "He's a man.  Of course he has a kink.  It may be as mild as wanting to see you with cum on your face, but he has a kink."

    "Eww, that sounds so gross."

    "Imogene, think about it.  You're giving him a blowjob, wearing a tight, hot, full face rubber mask.  He pulls out and sprays you and the mask with his cum.  You rub it into the rubber..."

    Valerie stopped, her point made as Imogene closed her eyes in fantasy, her breath coming up short.  "Oh Gods!  That would be wonderful."

    "Yeah, it would.  Well, back to work."

    "Thank you, Ms. Burbon."

    A short trip through the corridors of Delgrasi brought Valerie to her office, where her secretary, June, was already hard at work, finishing a conversation with someone on the phone.  "...that's good.  I'll let her know."  She looked up at her boss and smiled.  "Ms. Burbon, good morning.  How was your weekend, ma'am?"

    "It was good.  Yours?"

    "The kids and I spent Saturday at Six Flags, so I'm broke, tired and happy.  You have a new appointment on your schedule.  The gentleman called just a little while ago."  June handed Valerie her day sheet so she could see her day.  When Valerie saw her ten o'clock appointment she looked back at June.

    "Is that what I think it is?"