Taking Risks [ForeverIllinois/Master_Kain]

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It was about 1 AM when I searched through the internet for something to numb my mind. School got rather stressful during the past few weeks, what with exams approaching and such. But that wasn't the only thing bugging me. You see, a few days ago I came to conclusion that my life was well...pretty dull. Sure, I was a woman that most of men would consider drop dead gorgeous. Long curled brown hair, green eyes, luscious pouty lips and soft pale skin...not to mention my D cup breasts, hourglass figure and plump ass. But social life wasn't exactly my strong point; while I had a wide circle of friends and an on and off boyfriend, I hated how I was considered to be the 'boring' one among our little group of friends. My laptop being the only source of light in my dorm room, I came across a local ad-filled site. It had all sorts of categories, though the 'personals' is what caught my eye, for whatever reason...

Then I came across this;

**MAN SEEKING YOUNGER WOMAN**
Are you looking for pleasure in your life? Don't look any further. I will do things to you that you never even dreamed about in your wildest fantasy. Day after day, should you reply, you will enjoy being my plaything.

I was shocked and in awe as to how someone could even consider writing such a message. I came from a rather conservative family, so I tried to look away, though my curiosity began to get the better of me. This seemed all so wild..

I woke up in the morning, trying to ignore my laptop that was on my desk. I took my shower, got dress in a light blue sweater and tight khaki pants and made my way to my morning class; psychology. We dealt with rather simple manners, so I found myself daydreaming a lot in class. Just who wrote that? How was he like? I was, admittedly, a bit embarrassed and repulsed of myself. I had a boyfriend. Why was I even thinking about this...

Before I knew it, I passed by three of my courses and haven't thought about anything else since my eight AM course. Now 4 PM, I logged into my email account and wrote a reply back to the man, telling him that I was interested into finding out more;

Hi, I'm Amy Fields. I'm nineteen years old and go to a local college. I'd love to know more.

And now, this all brings me to 7 PM. Just about an hour ago, I got the reply from the man, asking me to meet him at a certain address. Now, one would think that I would know better; there were plenty of horror stories about this sort of deal but deep in my heart, I knew that I wanted to take a risk. For once in my life.

That said...I knocked on the door of a rather large house.
 
I recieve the email from a young woman wishing to know more. I could not help myself by grinning and sending the address to my home back. That all no explaination no nothing. After all I rather see a person in realize than get a touche up or fake photo from them.


Hearing the knock on my door I smiled sense I knew who it was unsure if they would actually dare show up. I opened the door slowly

"Hello, you must be Amy Fields correct?" Holding ope the door waving you inside. I was a tall man atleast six feet tall. Not bad looking either not the kind of guy you would think would post a personal add like that.
 
"Hello, you must be Amy Fields correct?"

"Why yes, that's me." I say quietly as you wave me into your home. I had to say that I was surprised to see a handsome man inside and not someone less flattering. You practically towered over me, a fine physical attribute, I would say. In any case, I slowly, if hesitantly, walk into your home, getting into the hallway as I hear the door close behind me.

"Nice place you got here." I then say warmly.
 
"Thank you its been in the family for a few generations." Leading you into a parlor. "Why dont you tell me a little about yourself Amy. Not many respond to my add and I like to get to know the people that do in many ways."

Sitting in a chair across from you a small table between us as I wait to hear your reason for apply after all Im still not sure I want you yet.
 
I had to admit, this was literally nothing of what I thought it was going to be. The house was nice and you were acting pretty sophistical, as to what I was expecting. Come to think about it; I didn't know what to expect anymore. I decided to go out and spill the truth;

"It's just that I find my life pretty boring. My friends consider myself dull and I'm starting to believe it. I want some excitement in my life. If you understand what I mean."
 
Nodding softly as I hear you. "Yes I think I under stand. What kind of work are you into Amy?"

Standing up as I walk over to a book shelf and pull out a small folder walking back over to my chair as I sit back down holding it as you where just the right type of person to mold. I place the folder down.

"Inside is a contract that if you want to go throgh with this you will sign. It gives me power of attorny over you as well as says that you will do what your told when your told and makes it all consentual I wont have someone saying I was forcing myself. Your legally submitting yourself to my whim. Get it?"
 
"Yes I think I understand. What kind of work are you into Amy?"

Unsure of what you meant, I simply answer "Oh, business. It's the reason I'm going to school anyway." My eyes merely watch as you go to a bookshelf and pull out a folder. I was curious as to why you did so, but my questions were answered by you, stating that there are papers that I need to sign. Sure, giving someone legal power of me seemed a little rash, but I was desperate.

"I understand." I say smiling, taking the pen and began signing the papers.
 
Watching you sign all of the papers making sure you dot your i's and cross your t's. This is after all a legal paper and has been tried ad tested before though the whole thing was kept quiet and out of the papers. It was found not to be slavery as it was that persons choice to sign it away and submit to my whim. Though you are still a person and all laws still apply.

"Very good. You will be moving into the guest room today. I have a moving truck waiting go and collect your things. I will send the truck to you."

Standing up and walking out of the parlor as he seems to have dismissed you all buisness concluded for now.
 
"Very good. You will be moving into the guest room today. I have a moving truck waiting go and collect your things. I will send the truck to you."

It seemed that my decision was rather rash and I had no idea of what I was getting myself into. I watched you leave as I sat there, in shock. Though, I knew that there was no way out of legal documents at this point, so there wasn't much point doing anything - yet. Besides, I didn't know what he had planned exactly for me.

That said, I went and collected my things. There wasn't much, so before I knew it, I was in the guestroom, arranging my books.
 
Walking into your room as your arranging things. "I need a complete scheduale of your classes dates and times of course, as well as any job you might have dates and times. That way I can plan accordingly. Your first tasks are to make sure you get all your work done in both those areas of life. I will be looking in on your classes from time to time and talking with your teachers about you. Welcome home diner is in two hours."

Walking away again knowing I am coming off cold and probably heartless but you need that and will learn more soon enough I need this info so I know when its ok to keep you up and when its not. After all it would be distrupting if you stared to fail your classes.
 
This definitely was not turning out as I expected, though I was glad to hear that my education wasn't going to be greatly affected by this. I nodded, as I searched for my academic schedule, that I had stored in one of my binders. I didn't have any part time work, as my scholarship paid for practically everything, so that part wasn't going to be an issue. And so, I photocopied my schedule and had it in hand, as I showed for the diner.
 
Seeing the paper in yoru hand as you show for supper. The first test you notice the table only set for one and its right in front of me. I take the paper from you and look it over not saying a word waiting to see if you ask about your plate or not
 
I was in awe over how cold you were acting. The table was obviously set for just one person, so I had to pause to ask you; "I'm sorry, was I not supposed to come here? Looks like dinner is just for one person. May I have a plate please?" I then asked nicely, trying not to seem the slightest bit disappointed.
 
"Your food has been served but you do not eat at my table until I say you are allowed. The plate does not leave this room." pointing down to the floor behind you no silver ware supplied either. "Eat or not thats up to you. Sooner or later you will sense as your power of attourny your bank accounts have been frozen unless I aproze the purxhase."
 
This man was insane; there was no way that I was going to eat at the floor. I had to think of a way out of this, though with the papers I had signed, there was no point to even try to go outside. Besides, if what he said was true, there was no way I could even spend my money.

"Please, can I have a seat? And some silverware? I'd do anything for it." I then spoke, the words coming off differently than to what I intended.
 
Grinning wickedly as I hear you say anything

"You may have a chair and silver ware only if you complete strip nude no fuss no if no ands. Not even a heavy sigh or a dirty look."

Waiting for your answer
 
I thought about it for a few seconds. While it felt odd to strip nude for a meal, I didn't exactly want to starve. That said, I pulled my sweater off, along with my bra, panties and pants. As I look towards you, your eyes looked at every inch of my body, as if you were preying on me. "May I have the silverware and seat now?" I then asked.
 
Watching you as you strip admiring your body for what it is. Looking you over making sure you did not forget anything to be removed. Not even socks where allowed completely nude.

"Yes you may sit." waving a hand to a chair near the table as he holds out a set of silver ware rolled in a napkin.
 
Now having permission, I took my seat and took the silverware and began to eat. Though I had to admit, sitting there naked did feel a bit odd, at first. And if I didn't know any better, I would say a few times I felt your leg brush against mine. Regardless, I politely ate my meal.
 
The meal was ate in realative silence I had started before you and finished before you. I stood up and collected your clothes. Looking at you as I start to speak.

"You made a mess in my house. You when your finished with your meal com to the parlor as you are."
 
"You made a mess in my house. You when your finished with your meal com to the parlor as you are."

I made a mess? But I hardly even did anything... Regardless, I see you part with my pieces of clothing and I merely pat my mouth with the napkin. I clean my silverware as I make my way into the parlor...naked of all things!
 
I was sitting in the parlor a drink in hand sitting by a hearth filled with your burning clothes. Going over some light reading I was enjoying. As you walked in I looked up.

"Good you didnt make me wait. YOu left you clothes just thrown about my dining room this is unacceptable. You will be spanked for such things come and lay across my lap now"

The smell in the room of burning cotton and such not to over powering but you can definately smell it in the room from the small fire that is your clothes to long in burning for anything to be saved. You might notice on the table beside him all the personal effects there where in you pockets.
 
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