Maggie and the Master Read Free

being nowhere lonelier or more soul destroying than a bad relationship - any lingering optimism about how good life would be out on the far side had long since faded.
    Own house, own job, own lodger taken in to make ends meet. Maggie sighed; it wasn’t such an exciting story as she’d imagined. It wasn’t that she was short of men, it was just that she was short of the right men.
    Maggie glanced unseeing at her novel, wondering what was taking Kay and Prince Charming so long, hoping they hadn’t decided on a quickie in the hall before going clubbing.
    Kay put her head back around the door.
    â€˜What, don’t tell me the pumpkin and six has broken down already,’ said Maggie.
    â€˜No, Mike said that if you’re at a loose end tonight maybe you’d like to come along with us.’
    Maggie laughed. ‘Are you serious? What, in my pyjamas?’
    â€˜Don’t be so daft. I’ll lend you something. I’ve got loads of things upstairs.’
    â€˜Thanks,’ Maggie said, ‘but I really don’t feel like it tonight. You go and have a good time.’
    â€˜He meant it,’ Kay said. ‘It would do you good to get out. Treat it as research.’
    â€˜I’m touched, but I’d feel totally out of place,’ said Maggie flatly. ‘And besides, I hate playing gooseberry.’
    Kay wrinkled her nose. ‘Okay, but here…’ she pulled a card out of her handbag and scribbled something on it. ‘Go and have a look. Whatever you want, whatever your wildest dreams, you can find it on this site - really. It’s where I found Mike.’
    Maggie smiled indulgently and took the card. ‘And that’s meant to be a recommendation?’
    Kay smiled, waved, and was gone.
    Maggie glanced down at the card, intending to drop it in the bin. ‘Darksecrets-dot-com,’ she read aloud, and then smiled. What the hell had she got to lose? After all, Simon in the office had asked her out for coffee just last week; Simon Faraday with his thinning hair and bad teeth; Simon who seemed to think he was doing her a colossal favour by paying her any attention at all.
    She glanced up at the clock; there was still time enough to do a couple of hours work before turning in, although it seemed like a pretty poor way to spend a Friday evening.
    She looked at the phone, wondering who to call. Simon had told her she could ring him any time. She got to her feet and headed up to her office; she could always pick up her email too and maybe just take a quick look at Darksecrets. After all, there was no harm in looking, was there?
    Max Jordan rolled back amongst the tangle of sheets, sated. As she had been taught, Katya rested her head on his hairy belly, and took his spent cock in her mouth to lick away the traces of both his excitement and her own.
    During the long hot evening Max and Jack had shared her in every possible way, using her arse, her mouth, her hands, her face, her breasts, and her cunt, taking themselves and Katya to the very edge of oblivion. Finally Jack had cried enough, his body slick with sweat, his eyes rimmed with fatigue.
    Tonight Katya would sleep between them, ready and eager to please if either man woke and had need of her.
    Max groaned softly as her tongue worked its own particular magic over his shaft and balls. Some masters preferred their slaves to sleep on the floor, or be bound or chained to a low bed or mattress beside them, or even kept in separate quarters, but Max always enjoyed sleeping with his possessions. He relished feeling the soft flesh of an enslaved girl curled up against him. It strengthened the bond between master and slave, certainly in the early stages, and taught them what pleasures he expected from a submissive.
    There was nothing better than to be roused from sleep in the early hours by the caress of eager lips around his semi-hard cock, or to be able to sink barely conscious into the compliant body of a slave taught that