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Master Wanted

Master Wanted

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Friday afternoon and the Markets had closed. Definitely a 'win some, lose some' week, but I was still up so I could relax. Oscar knew the signs and was at my side wanting a walk. I had to agree, I needed the stretch.

That's when my phone pinged. Checking, I saw it was a site I'd visited once months ago looking for someone to date. I was about to delete but opened it out of curiosity.

"Master Wanted" read the headline. Okaaay, I'm not into that.

"C'mon boy, let's walk." Oscar and I headed out.

I'm Tony Larenzo, forty eight, divorced, Day Trader. I began trading stock in college, just a few shares at a time simply because that was all I had the money for, but slowly at first I made more. Not going to lie - I lost my shirt several times, but I also learned a lot too. One lesson that always stuck; never bet more than you can afford to lose.

Coming out of school with a Liberal Arts degree and a Minor in Statistics I picked up a job at a smaller investment firm in Seattle. Five years later I was still a lower ranked "Advisor" handling the lowest yielding clients. By then my personal trading was equaling my Corporate salary. And I was doing my trading evenings and weekends. So, after year end bonus were handed out I turned in my resignation.Master Wanted фото

On my own, I had more time for research and with my bonus a nut I could afford to lose. But I didn't. I played the Tesla card hard, and as soon as the craziness hit I dropped it with a four hundred percent profit. Not Buffet range money, but more to work with. I bought a house - three bedrooms and two bath. Not a McMansion, single story with detached garage on a decent sized lot.

No, I wasn't a monk in those days. I'd meet women, date, sleep with, even have semi-serious relationships. But they were on their own career paths too. I met my wife, Rita, just after I turned thirty five.

A few years younger than me, red hair and a perfect body. I fell hard. Thinking back, she saw me as an easy target. We married within a year and lasted seven. The split came when she demanded I put her name on the house papers. This after pushing, and getting new cloths, new car, and solo vacations. While I worked. And she didn't.

I'd had enough, so I kicked her out. She sued for divorce, wanting half of everything including the house. My lawyer walked in to court with receipts including an investigator's report that she was meeting other men on those vacations.

Maybe the Judge was in a bad mood that day, maybe he'd gone through a divorce, I don't know. But he awarded the divorce and gave her a settlement of the car she drove, the clothes she had, and ten dollars. Cash.

Her lawyer questioned the cash amount. "Don't ask me what I think of your client." The Judge said. "I don't want those words entered in the record." The lawyer just nodded.

The Judge looked over at me. Mr. Lorenzo, do you have ten dollars cash on you?" I said I did. "Pay the plaintiff." That was the last I saw of Rita

So anyway, Oscar and I took a walk while my phone recharged. Sometimes it's nice not having that electronic leash on me, just the one between myself and the dog.

I wasn't in a hurry, had no place I had to be, nothing I had to do, so Oscar and I meandered. If he wanted to stop and smell, he did. I enjoyed the fresh air and late afternoon breeze.

Picking up my charged phone I saw the dating app was still open. Out of curiosity, again, I looked at the one ad. "Master Wanted. No bondage, no pain, no humiliation". The woman in the headshot was pleasant enough looking; shoulder length hair, oval face, a bit of a serious look to her. "Good luck lady." I thought. That Master business isn't me.

Now you're going to ask why I didn't delete the message. I still don't know. But I didn't. A little later I dropped in at a local Vietnamese restaurant to pick up my order. As usual there were several of us in line, and like me just picking up and heading out. As i turned with my order I bumped into the woman behind me. "Oops, sorry." I said and stepped around her. No big deal. It was as the door closed behind me the thought hit me that she looked like the woman in the ad. "Nah, not likely. That woman could be anywhere in the city."

In the car I looked at the ad and pictured the woman in line. Maybe. But as I sat, staring at the face of a woman I didn't know, a thought crept in; what am I doing with my life? This woman has made a life decision, what about me? Here I am - 48 years old, my only meaningful relationship is with a dog. All I do is invest during the day and sit watching television at night. What did I watch last night? I drew a blank.

I was intrigued. I mean, the brief look I had she didn't seem like someone wanting to be subservient. What ever they might look like. So I sent the ad a message. "Cutter Coffee Shop. 10 AM. Saturday." and included my picture.

~~~

Ten o'clock on the dot she stepped through the door. She seemed to take minute to let her eyes adjust from the sun and then came straight to me. "Here I am." Just like that. No 'hello', nothing but that. Okay, let's play this game. "Sit." As I pointed to the chair across from me. She sat. Hands in her lap. Looking straight at me, eyes betraying nothing.

So I scanned her. Brunette, shoulder length, professional cut but slightly wind blown. medium eye brows over brown eyes. Light makeup. Short, but not too short, nose. Nicely curved lips with a light red lipstick. Rounded chin and clearly defined jaw line.

Further down, high necked, sleeveless blue blouse. I had noticed blue jeans as she walked to me.

"Do I meet your approval?" Definitely more than a hint of defiance in the question.

"Not yet." I studied her more. A touch of fear in the eyes? "Would you like a coffee or something?"

"Yes please. They know what I like here." Well that made things easier, I simply waved at the Barista and pointed at my companion.

"Let's get a couple things out of the way. Let's play I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

"I beg your pardon!"

I sighed. "IDs. I want to know who I'm talking to, and I'm sure you do also."

"I'm not sure I want you having my address."

"Drink your coffee while I go over a couple things with you. First, it was your ad. So ultimately you will have to show me who you are. Second, by exchanging ID, you will have mine. And finally, I don't know if I even want to be your Master."

"Oh." And she sat back. Like I said I'm not into the whole Master-Slave thing, but she intrigued me for some reason.

She slid her license to me, and I pulled mine out, sliding it to her before taking hers. Ernestine Quinn. Address a couple blocks north of the coffee shop. Quick math said she was thirty five. Five foot seven, one hundred thirty five pounds. Brown, brown.

I knew mine would tell her I was Tony Lorenzo. Address four blocks south-west. Forty eight, five foot seven, one sixty seven. Brown - brown. She visibly relaxed and we exchanged ID again. "Why are you seeking a Master?"

"I had a partner. We lived together for three years. It was nice to begin with. He was loving, attentive. We shared the cooking and cleaning and made love. but in the last year he changed. I have a high pressure job and when I get home I love relaxing. He wanted me doing everything while he sat around watching sports and drinking. The final straw was him demanding I have sex with him, whether I wanted it or not. He got abusive when I said no. That ended it for me. The apartment is in my name, so I kicked him out."

"Okay, but why a Master?"

"I don't know. It just seems to me if I'm going to be treated like a slave I might as well be one."

"So you're surrendering, giving up? Saying do with me what you will?"

"I suppose."

"Look, I don't know if I want to have anything to do with this. I'm not into owning anyone. Do you know the Italian restaurant on 6th?"

"Napoli?"

"Yes. Let me see if I can get us a table." I've known the owner since high school, so a quiet booth was easy to arrange. "Frank says he's booked solid after six, but he can seat us at five. Will that work for you?"

"Yes, but why...?"

"I'll let you know my decision then."

~~~

If there's one thing I know it's research. I had her name, and as unusual as it was it didn't take long to find her online. Graduated from a well respected university with a BA in Business Administration, employed by a medical research department of a very large pharmaceutical company as a Senior Assistant. Salary in mid six figures. Single. No children. No traffic infractions. Credit rating equal to mine. This did not add up to someone surrendering her life to a Master.

I dug deeper. Graduated from high school just shy of 4.0. Parents alive. One brother.

Father retired from Boeing. Mother - nothing, no work history that I could find. Brother - same, no history. I've seen that particular pattern a few times. Something with the brother? Probably, but outside my need to know.

Then I did some reading up on the whole Master - Slave business. She wasn't into pain or humiliation which was fine with me. And Bondage just didn't interest me, so it looked like what she wanted, maybe needed, was to give control of her non-work life to someone else. I had some serious thinking to do.

~~~

We met at the restaurant right at five. She wore a simple blue-gray dress, mid-thigh, with some cleavage. I was in my usual slacks and Henley. Frank seated us, giving me an approving look. I had to agree she did look good. "Everyone else is busy, so I'll be your waiter."

He brought us bread and oil and two glasses of a Sangiovese while we studied the menu. "Would your father like something?"

"W ww what?"

"The gentleman at the bar sipping a beer. Isn't that your father?"

She didn't even turn. "I don't..." I stopped her there.

"Let's be honest with each other. He was also at the coffee shop yesterday. Now, once at either meeting means nothing, but twice? C'mon."

I waved Frank over and without pointing asked that an antipasto and glass of Chianti be delivered to him. he tried waving it away but when Frank indicated I had sent it he shrugged and held his glass up in thanks. I saluted back with mine.

While waiting for our orders I asked again why she was willing to cede her life to me if I decide to take her, after all she had a very responsible position now. That popped her eyes open. "Were you expecting continuing at Seruntam and just be a slave on evenings and weekends?"

"How do you...?

"You didn't ask what I do. I'm a day trader. Pretty good if I say so. But to be good at trading, I have to be good at researching people, because a good investment relies on good management. I know where you went to high school, college, what sorority, your GPA. I know where you work and how much you make, including last year's bonus. I know you live in an apartment that would seem below your earnings level. I know the car you drive and what you owe on it. The only thing I don't know is if your father knows you're meeting me as a prospective Master, or just a first date."

That's when Frank appeared with our plates. He looked between us and read the tension. His raised eyebrows asked what was going on. I shook my head slightly, he nodded and walked away.

Mr. Quinn was watching us intently.

She wiped her lips, took a sip of wine, And then a deep breath and literally squared her shoulders. "My work day is one of constant stress. I oversee the needs of a department with two large research teams. You might think that's easy. That I just sit back and fill out their payroll. No. My boss, the manager of our division, basically sits behind his desk watching porn four hours out of five. So I'm responsible for taking everything off the research teams' shoulders except their research. I'm dealing with dozens of very intense individuals engaged in research I can't tell anyone about. If I understood it. Then I would get home and he expected me to wait on him. Do you know what he did? "

"Building and Planning Assistant Manager for the County"

"You knew that too? Sure, why not. My life is an open book to you isn't it?" She was getting wound up, and papa was reading it.

"No. It isn't an open book. All I've read is the back cover. Look, I'm not into the whole Master thing. If I ever have another relationship it will be with an equal. You seem interesting, Under other circumstance... Look, enjoy your dinner, I'll send coffee and a cannoli to your dad, and we can go our separate ways."

"OH no. You aren't getting off that easy. Why were you looking at my ad to begin with? You seem nice enough, why are you alone, or are you? Are one of those cheaters who pretend to be single? Show me your left hand."

"See, no ring and no tan line either. I divorced several years ago because she was a greedy and cheating bitch... but I'm not bitter. No kids. I own my own house and my car is five years old and paid. Like I said, I trade stock for a living. Anything else?"

"My ad?"

"I don't know." She gave me a 'Yeah sure' look. "I hadn't been on that site for over a year when your ad popped up. I kept thinking to delete it and didn't. Curiosity I suppose. By the way, have you had many response?"

"Too many. Most with penis only pictures, trust me not a turn on. Quite a few describing what they would do to me. Also not a turn on. But yours... it was almost as if you understood what I am looking for."

"And that is?"

"Equality. I know, it sounds odd to put it terms of Master and Slave, but I've read the most successful are based on a level of mutual respect." She had an almost smug look.

"I'm trying to understand what it is you're after. On one hand, leisure when you are off work, but on the other, someone to cater to your needs and wants? Do I have that right? It seems to me you want to be the master." That set her back. She hadn't considered that?

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" I had made a decision. "Here's my card. Call me in the morning if you want to. Truth be told, I'd like to know you. If that leads us somewhere... well let's just see."

She didn't say anything after that, just picked up my card, and rose. She did nod before turning to her father, signaling they were leaving.

~~~

She hadn't called by nine thirty and Oscar was crying for his walk so off we went. Wouldn't you know it; we had just reached the park three blocks from my house when my phone pinged.

I invited her to join us on our walk, and she caught up with us fifteen minutes later.

"Well, do you approve?" We're talking white shorts and a pale lilac tee. Hair back in a pony tail, red lipstick and just enough makeup to highlight her green eyes. This woman had been ready when she called, there is no way she could be this prepared and meet me in fifteen minutes.

"Ernestine, I think if you came in ratty jeans and an oversize sweat shirt I'd approve. But this... gorgeous barely covers what I'm thinking.

"What this? It's just something I threw on." Her smile exposed that lie.

She bent to greet Oscar who had been sniffing her while we talked. "What a cute dog, where did you get him?"

"A couple had to re-home him. He was military and being transferred to Europe and they couldn't take Oscar with them."

"Oscar?"

" I think their kids named him. I think because he has this scruffy look it reminded them of Oscar the Grouch." She offered me her hand to help her stand. She stood very close, a light smile touching her lips.

"Did you know them, or how did you get Oscar?"

"I answered an ad." She nodded. "Do you get everything through ads?" Again with the smile. "Not everything. Just the worthwhile things." I'll be damned if I'll let her get the upper hand.

Again she hits me with the smile. "So, if we are going to do this, who's going to be Mistress and who's the slave?"

"Interesting choice of words. But Master sounds better."

"We could trade..."

"With what parameters? Costumes? Naked? Sex or no sex? Your place or mine?"

"Tonight, your place for dinner, but something light and simple. No costumes. Naked? We'll see. How about eight?"

"Okay, my place. Seven. You bring Thai and I'll have the Sake."

"Sake? Mmm, I haven't had that in a long time. Okay, seven. But you can only be in shorts."

"Fair enough, you will be restricted to shorts also." And I smiled as she realized the trap she'd set for herself.

"Um, I mean... a... shorts and a shirt."

"Nope. You Clearly said only shorts. What's fair for one is fair for the other."

"Oh all right. Seven."

~~~

I had to search a bunch of boxes, but I found the old, and ratty, board shorts I wore twenty something years ago. They did need a quick rinse to get rid of the musty smell.

I had a feeling she was going to pull something similar.

I'd purchased Sake just the week before so that was easy, but what would we be doing? I couldn't picture her throwing me down and fucking me, so I'd have to see what was around the house. Uno, Monopoly, Battleship? Uno maybe, definitely not Battleship. But Monopoly - hmm, let's test her competitive spirit.

~~~

Promptly at seven the doorbell rang. She stood there, in a coat and carrying bags of food. "I thought it was shorts only?"

She sighed, "Really? I couldn't drive across town, let alone pick up dinner in just shorts." Okay, I could give her that.

After putting the bags on the kitchen counter, she turned so I could take her coat.

Yep, I knew it. when she turned back around her "shorts" extended from knee to shoulder. So. A test. "Those aren't within the definition of shorts. That's a jump suit. Drop it down." I said in the sternest voice I could manage.

"You're no fun." but she shimmied out of it to reveal the same white shorts from earlier. And no top. "Satisfied?"

"For the moment. And for the record, you have beautiful nipples." She blushed, all the way down to those pink beauties.

"What are the rules for tonight?" She asked.

"Let's eat and then I thought maybe a game of Monopoly."

 "No porn, no master - Slave stuff? Isn't that what tonight is about?"

"Okay, if that's what you want. Drop to the floor. Bow down and kiss my feet."

"I will not! I told you I'm not into humiliation."

"Very well. Lay out the food you brought, explaining each dish as you bring it out. Do all that while being sexy."

She promptly turned and laid it out. "Here is shrimp Chow Mien. And this is Green Curry Chicken - three stars. I thought maybe you wanted things hot tonight." All with a purr in her voice. "This, Sir, is chicken Pho. I asked for two bowls to make it easy to share." Yes, I caught the sarcastic 'sir'.

We actually managed a normal conversation as we ate. She going deeper into the good and bad of her job; the satisfaction of managing a department with twenty seven souls who didn't always get along, especially if they were competing for the same grant money. The bad; she isn't the titled manager, she's his assistant. He does nothing, except take credit for all her work. And yes, she majored in Business Administration. Literally knew more than him.

The food was delicious, as usual - I often bought from the same shop. The company too. We sipped sake as we ate, which definitely loosened any tension. We adjourned to the den and the game. We did a fast run through of the rules. Well, I tried to; Ernestine wanted to make some changes; "In college we added 'options' to make it more interesting. Instead of charging a rent on a property, we might ask for something instead."

"Ask for something? Like what?"

"Oh you'll see as we go along. Oh also - if we land on a property, like a railroad, we can buy all of them at once. You know, to speed up the game."

Oh I saw. I was going against a Monopoly Pro. So I took a sip of sake and handed out the money and we rolled dice for first throw - she won that. She took a sip, shook her dice and threw, a five. That put her on the Reading Railroad, and yes, she bought them all. I rolled a five and three - eight. Vermont Ave. Given the new rules, I bought all three properties.

 

She next rolled three and two, which sent her to jail. I made five, States Ave. Of course I bought all three. Her next roll put her on her own property, the Penn Railroad. My next roll came up snake eyes. I was on her railroad. She took another sip of sake, well actually two or three.

"Instead of paying me rent, i want you to do me a service. Since you've been interested in my breasts all evening, I want you to suck on them."

Now this was an 'option' I could get into. "Okay, come sit on my lap."

"That isn't what I said..."

"How else can I give those beauties appropriate attention?"


She sat on my lap - but towards my knees, Nah ah, I wasn't going to allow that. I pulled her forward until her covered pussy was hard against my semi-erect but still clothed cock. I lifted my hands to her back and held her there as I leaned in, first kissing one nipple, and then the other. The kisses slowly became light bites, which turned to nuzzling and sucking each breast. She was squirming on my lap, grinding against my now hard cock and moaning into my ear.

"Enough! Damn, you are good." She took a sip and rolled a seven - Chance. "Ooooh, I've always loved Chance. You have to stand up."

By this point I didn't care about the 'Rules'. I stood. She reached out and pulled my shorts down. I wasn't expecting that! Ernestine lightly caressed my balls and drew her fingers the length of my hard penis. "We're out of sake. I hope you have more."

It took a second to register 'out of sake', but me and my bobbing dick retrieved another bottle.

She was stretched out on the couch, no shorts, just a very bare pussy being lightly stroked. "Pour me some and then eat me. I want to see if you're as good in my vagina as on my breasts."

Now, I wasn't so smitten as to not recognize she was playing Mistress, but I didn't mind. Onto my knees I went. But I didn't just dive in, I took in the beauty before me; light pink lips opening to deeper pink inners, already coated with her juices. I inhaled the aroma of a woman in sexual arousal, and then leaned in for my first taste. Heaven.

She tried to push my face in, but now I took command. I held her hands to her sides while I blew, lightly, over those lips. She arched and I kissed her button. She arched again but I pulled back and blew again. Back and forth we went, her wanting more and me increasing the attentions at my pace. My tongue delving in, seeking juices, even as I hummed a little tune. It was only after I felt her rippling through an orgasm that I took her clit between my lips, nipping and kissing her into a second and much stronger orgasm.

I sat back on my heels, my face covered in her juice. I used a finger to push much of it into my mouth. "Delicious."

"Tony..."

"Yes."

"Take me to bed please."

~~~

Stretched out on the bed, face to face and kissing lightly, I had to ask; "What brought this on?"

"Well first of all, you treated the barista with dignity, said please and thank you. Then at the restaurant, you spotted my dad and sent him wine and a plater. You have treated me with dignity and respect. All those things added to a positive for you. Now show me you know how to make love."

So I did. Picking back up with the light kisses, I moved to her breasts, licking and biting her nipples. All the while my fingers were busy exploring her swollen cleft. When they strummed her clit she jumped, mumbling how good it felt. I spread her legs and slid between them my hard rod seeking her hot hole. (I just had to say that) She hummed as I slid in, her legs folding to clamp against my sides and her arms pulling my face to hers.

We kissed as I slowly stroked in and out. When she moaned "More" I picked up the pace, stroking longer and harder. Soon she groaned in ecstasy, her vagina rapidly clasping over and over. That took me over the edge and I came with her.

As we came back to earth I rolled us so she laid on my belly. "You feel good like this."

She leaned down and we kissed as I stroked her back and then down to clasp her butt cheeks. As I squeezed them she flexed her pussy, tightening her grip on my cock. "Aren't I too heavy like this?"

"You are but a feather." And I kissed her again. Soon she was rocking back and forth on me. Suddenly she sat up, and with her head thrown back, began rising and falling onto my hard cock. I held her in place with hands on her hips, just to keep her from rising too much. Soon her hands were clasping my arms and she kept mumbling incoherently. When she came it was with such a shout Oscar came running!

We never did get dressed the remainder of the weekend. She would run hands over me, paying special attention to my butt and cock. I would caress tits and ass, and stroke through a constantly wet pussy. Of course it wasn't all feely-grabby. We'd curl together on the couch or in bed and put some movie on, and often fall asleep. But when we woke - well there was more caressing. Showers were spent together. She'd soap me, I'd do her. We were clean.

I haven't fucked that much in one weekend since college. Thinking about it, not even then.

~~~

Sunday night she went home and back to work on Monday. I returned to my computers and spreadsheets. Truthfully, my mind wasn't one hundred percent focused on stocks.

I took Oscar for a long walk. The poor guy had been basically ignored over the weekend except food and going outside.

That evening I sent her a text; "I enjoyed the weekend and hope you did too."

By Wednesday evening I hadn't had a reply. Ah well, at least I had a great weekend.

Friday morning she texted; "I'm sorry about the late response. We had an emergency at work and I've only now read your message. If it's not too late, I'd like to see you Saturday. At the park? Tenish? I'll bring coffee."

~~~~~

Ernestine Quinn

Tony Larenzo

basic premise:

She advertises for a Master because previous relationship was unstable and abusive

He is intrigued by the ad although not into the whole Master - slave thing

They first meet at coffee shop and exchange ID

Second meeting for dinner at Italian restaurant

Her father is background as safety

Tony tells her to go to rest room, remove panties and give them to him.

If she can't do it, just leave, meet over.

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