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Table Of Contents Back story 1 Charlotte accepts being permanently collared 2 Real-estate Trip to the North 7 Marvelous Evening out. 10 Back in the suite 16 A new morning dawns 26 This story picks up the Charlotte Saga from her first introduction in "CharlotteInStitches". Back story Our heroine starts as a life long submissive, BDSM loving, CD, married for more than 30 years to an equally kinky woman who supported and shared all this interests. Over the years they had joined with Master's Leather Life-style Freehold as two of his submissive slaves. Within the Freehold, Charlotte worked to develop an amazing new home roofing product that provided hot water and electricity for reasonable extra capital cost. Sale of this product left the Freehold with a large stash of capital. Enough to now begin bringing their dream of building the best South west BDSM retreat ever. Neither Charlotte nor Master had to work for anyone else, not any more, so they could now concentrate on building the Freehold. At the start of these stories Charlotte is a 60 year old retired engineer, finally free to live out her dream, transitioning to a real full-time TS female slave. At the time of her retirement, she was quite bald, over-weight at 240 pounds on her 6' 1" frame, badly out of shape with erectile dysfunction and hypertension. All these were being aggressively handled with the freehold's connections and money. The freehold had enticed a top notch Bio-physics research leader in Dr. Drier to join them. It was through him that Charlotte could make the physical changes to allow her to live out her dream. Dr. Drier signed Charlotte up to be the subject for some cutting edge stem cell treatments. He arranged for her to have hair restoring stem cells, mutated to only x chromosomes and then injected into her scalp. They had high hopes that this would give her a real full head of female hair. There was a similar treatment to inject fat infused XX stem cells into her breasts and hips to rapidly grow those harbingers of the female form. He also monitored an aggressive treatment for Hormone Replacement therapy. Charlotte has had a lot of facial plastic surgery, moderate breast augmentation, and has been castrated to make her progress easier and faster. Inside the Freehold, she has been undergoing Ballet, yoga and running training regimens. They have been seeing to it that she is getting lots of practice up on Ballet toe boots. And helping train her arms with the goal of eventually having her able to have her arms behind her back with her forearms mashed together from wrist to elbow. In the first story of this series "CharlotteInStitches" you see how she has been sewn up such that her penis is forever stitched up to her groin. This will give her the female flat appearance that will allow her to pass, even with minimal or no crotch cover. This sewing is good enough, until she is ready for the final SRS. Even though her SRS is more than a year away. Now Charlotte and her beloved Master are out on an exploration trip up to Northern Arizona. They hope to find the property that will be turned into the Freehold retreat they have designed. Much of the design has come fro Charlotte, especially how they will be encouraging and supporting human pony play. With mega bucks now available from sale of the roofing system they have the money to purchase and build the property they want, if the can only find it. Charlotte accepts being permanently collared About one week after getting sewn up, while Charlotte was cleaning Master's home, of course in her working maid's uniform, Master unexpectedly returned and addressed her: "Kneel girl we have something serious to discuss" Charlotte was concerned by his words and tone of voice. She did not see anything reassuring in his poker face. Had she done something horribly wrong to upset her Master? She quickly fell to her knees assumed the Gorean slave girl posture. "Look at me girl and think well on my words!" intoned her Master. "Charlotte my sweet, will you now accept a permanent collar from me? I want to give you a stainless steel welded collar with my name and the Freehold's logo, proving to the world that you are my slave. Are you now ready to accept being my permanently collared slave?" This was not totally unexpected. This one more step in her slavery that she had been waiting for and expecting. They had discussed this step in general over the years. But was she now ready for this step in their relationship? There was no reason not to take this step, she was not unhappy with her female body now. She had never been bothered by what the Mundanes, or as some now called them Muggles, thought. She would not be embarrassed. No, she would be proud to be seen and shown off wearing an obvious slave collar in public. She actually burst into tears of happiness. "Oh yes kind Master, yes, please let me proudly wear your collar." "When sir When can this happen?" Master burst into a big grin at his salve's eagerness. He explained: "The collar design has been submitted, the manufacturer has given me a three week turn around time. Now with your acceptance, I will order it today. So prepare yourself, the first Saturday after we get it you will be collared down at the club house, in front of all our friends and family members. Won't that be fun?" He was laughing, as he said those words, while looking down into her happy tear soaked eyes. Charlotte was overcome by her thoughts and feelings, this was one more life altering permanent step on her journey. It was freighting, but something she knew she had to experience. She nodded her acquiescence and knowing it was expected, verbally responded: "Oh yes, Oh My Yes." "Thank you Master." "I will try my hardest to live up to this commitment, and be the best slave I know how to be under your tutelage." Master continued, "I know you will." "We both know there will be lots of discipline to correct any flaws along the way." "In truth I can't wait either." "This will be the first time I have welded a permanent collar on to a slave." "Thank you for letting me experience that." "I love this journey that we are both now on." "Now! Girl back to your work and make sure you do a good job!" She stood up gave her Master a deep curtsey as she formally acknowledged his command "Yes Sir right a way sir." As she turned to depart, Master stepped up to her and gave her a firm, but not hurtful, swat on her behind. "Until later my slave." "Until later." With Master's swat tingling in her mind and her bottom, she returned to her cleaning duties with visions and thoughts of what was to come. She could hardly wait for her cleaning to be done, inspected, and any corrective discipline to be applied. Allowing her to hurry home and share this news with Belle. She did the best job she knew how, but at the end deliberately left out some of the cleaning supplies. She knew that she should have carefully put them neatly away, in their special closet. She wanted Master to find some excuse, to discipline her. She needed to feel his correction on her body to complete her day. She then presented her self before her Master, gave him a respectful curtsey and waited for him to give her permission to speak. "Well girl, what is it?" "Sir your house is clean." "Can your slave have permission to return to Belle?" and share the good news about my upcoming permanent collar?" "We will see." "Let me inspect your cleaning first!" She respectfully followed him throughout the home. She was pleased and proud to see he did not find any true failure in her cleaning skills. Then she saw him enter the mud-room where she knew he would find the cleaning supplies still out in the open. "What is this?" exclaimed Master in mock severity. He knew his slave would not have normally been this sloppy. "You know better than this girl! These should have been carefully put away. Don't you know, this is a punishment earning offense? She bowed her head, but he could hear the smile in her words as she answered "Yes my Master." "Please discipline your slovenly slave." "Sir it won't happen again." "Oh sure, I'm so sure this won't happen again, unless you again want some punishment. Isn't that right slave?" "Yes sir, Master knows his slave to well." "Well we can't let this go un-punished." "To the dungeon with you girl!" "Present yourself over the horse and await my return." Master continued the verbal game with mock severity in his voice. "Yes my Master." "Right away sir." Charlotte forced mock sobs as she scurried off to the dungeon. Entering the dungeon, she immediately went over to the punishment horse, dropped her panties, she leaned over the horse, raised her skirt and petticoats up over her back, as and grabbed the chains underneath, to give her something to hold on to. There she waited with the cold dungeon air washing over her soon to be punished backside. She was excited to know her Master would soon discipline her and give her some welts to remember this day. While waiting for him, her mind was awhirl with imagined images of Master welding that permanent collar around her neck. She wondered if she would be aware the heat from the welding. What it would feel like, to finally bear the permanent weight, of her slave collar, never to be removed again. She was swooning in submissive joy, when she heard someone approach. As she concentrated she was sure it had to be Master, no-one else's stride sounded just like him, and as he got closer she could smell him, in his leathers. She couldn't help but shudder in anticipation. Master enjoyed seeing his slave so vulnerable and ready for him just as she had been taught. "Well girl, I think this is a six of the best offense don't you agree?" Six of the best, by Master, that would be painful indeed. When she had set this up and she was responsible, it was an appropriate punishment for such willful failure in her duties. (Sob) Yes Master, I'm sorry Master." Master laughed, "Oh come on we both know you did this deliberately." "You aren't sorry for your transgression." "With only six of the best, you won't truly be sorry afterward, either my pain slut?" "You will just be proud to wear my welts!" "Isn't that true slave?" "Yes Sir, Yes my Master you do know me well." "Then prepare yourself!" "There will not be any warm up, not now." "Just unclench those cheeks and lay still." It was hard not to clench. Yet as Master had taught her, clenching only made it worse by causing even more damage. She made a conscious effort to totally relax and just awaited his stokes. Even as she heard Master whipping the cane in the air she remembered to relax and accept her deserved fate. Master, give her, the first stroke. "One, Master." "Thank you Master." "May I have another?" She responded as was her training whenever Master canned her. She tried hard to remember to relax and just wait between the strokes. "Of course you can." "Here it comes." Said Master, as he stroked her again. "Yewoo, Two Master." "Thank you Master." "May I have another?" "Of course slave, anything you want." Said Master, with the next stroke. "Yepp oh, three Master!" "Thank you Master." "May I have another?" "Slave wait for it.." This time Master counted to fifteen before stroking her again. "Ahh Ahh oh my, Four Master" "Thank you Master." "May I have another?" She was starting to really feel these welts. She knew she would remember this. "Of course slave, here it comes." Master waited for a count of ten before that next stroke. "Ahh Ahh, Five Master" "Thank you Master." "May I have another?" This time Master said nothing and took his time to line up for the final promised stroke. Then he delivered. It was the hardest stroke yet, right across both cheeks. "Arughh! Six Master" "Thank you Master." "May I have another?" "No my girl you have had your six as promised. "Now put yourself together. Put away the cleaning supplies, correctly and get out of here, for now." All the way home, Charlotte was sitting on her freshly welted bottom, but that was nothing new. What was new was thinking about the permanent collar. She drove very carefully since she knew her mind could easily wonder awash with these feelings of wondrous submission. Arriving home she rushed to Belle, to tell her the great news. Belle was not sure how to take this. She still loved this new "woman" but each step took Charlotte further from the man she had married all those years ago. Intellectually, Belle knew this was coming they had discussed it many times. She tried not to show her misgivings, as she cuddle her sister slave and gave her the encouragement she had every right to expect. Belle knew that Charlotte was much more the pain-slut than she was. Bell therefore, was not that surprised, when Charlotte had to run into the bathroom, to get between the two sets of mirrors, to examine her freshly welted bottom. Belle had followed in and added her appreciation to what Charlotte was gushing, as she felt the new welts and enjoyed feeling the sensations. As they went to bed that night Belle started to think, that the idea of welding right on Charlotte's neck might not be the best idea. Belle was the one that got back to Master arguing for something less drastic than welding right over Charlotte's neck. She didn't want to risk any damage to her spouse's spinal cord, or any other of the tender flesh. Master knew that he had to have Belle's agreement along with Charlotte's. And he had to agree Charlotte perhaps was not thinking all that clearly, her new female hormones probably were clouding her rational responses. Between them, Belle and Master Agreed on a modification of the collar design. It would now be delivered with a key and lock. But to make it nearly permanent, once it was locked on Charlotte's throat, the key would be removed. Then the Freehold Logo symbol, having been worked into a nice piece of gold cameo like jewelry would be brought out. Master would mix the epoxy resin. The resin would be use to totally fill the keyhole and glue the cameo over the hole. Few would be able to see that this permanent jewelry was in fact hinged. No one could, see the lock, that would be good enough. They also agreed that it would be good for Charlotte to continue to contemplate an actual welding. She would be given one last chance not to accept the permanent collar, at the ceremony. If she agreed then, to be welded in, they would know of her true commitment. They were both convinced that Charlotte should be relived that they would not actually be welding above her neck, to give her this promised permanent collar. Real-estate Trip to the North Charlotte was now well on her way along the path toward full Transgendered Sexual Reassignment. She easily passed, anywhere, as a reasonably attractive well turned out mature woman. Now that the money from the sale of the freehold tile business was swelling the coffers of the freehold Charlotte and Master planned a journey of physical exploration into the northern higher elevations of the state. They were now ready to hunt for the site of their dream Lifestyle Freehold ranch. Neither of them had to, nor wanted to, work outside of the Freehold. Inside the Freehold LLC Master took on the title of CEO Chief Executive Officer and Charlotte was CDE Chief Design Engineer. They could now assume the mantel of working full time toward making the Freehold dream, a reality, for everyone. Taking up their quest, on the internet discussion groups for Arizona Leather, they found a Flagstaff realtor couple, within the lifestyle. They found Sir James and his Slave wife Amanda Greener. The Greener's specialized in high elevation ranch properties. They were more than happy to work with the Freehold on their quest. While not actively seeking membership in the Freehold Clan, they were more than eager to make this dream come true, for all the Arizona BDSM community. Master and Charlotte arranged a trip to go up and meet the Greeners. They would be staying In Belle and Charlotte's timeshare in Sedona. It made such a nice convenient staging point for the trip. Also Charlotte was looking forward to showing Master around their resort. She also needed to get her owner's card changed over to her new transition identity. At this time the pre-op Charlotte was still living at home with his wife Belle. So with Belle's help they packed some bags for Charlotte's exploration trip with their Master. They planned on taking at least five days to ride around in Northern Arizona just to see what they could find on their own. For resort wear she did pack a couple of her newer body swimsuits. She wanted to show them off, now that she no longer would ever again show a bulge. A couple of sexy peignoir sets were packed to titillate Master on those cool nights in bed together. She hoped she would need them and packed a couple of nice evening dressy outfits, with matching medium high heeled pumps. Even though she had started Dr. Grier's Hair re-growth Stem cell treatments, it would be many months before she could shed her wigs. So she packed a spare ultra high end hair system wig. All these wigs came with semi-permanent glue on caps and full frontal lace systems so they were impossible to tell from real hair unless you were real, real close and knew just what to look for. With these she could exercise swim or just cuddle with out any fear for her wig slipping and would always look like a woman with her crowing glory. To start with, she was wearing her favorite one of these, a medium length dark auburn waved wig. The only thing not perfect for her, with her Master, was that she still was, and always will be a very tall girl. Not so tall-big-fat anymore, but still quite tall. In her stockinged feet; she measured out at five foot twelve and one half inches tall. Her Master was only five foot ten. Both of them enjoyed seeing her in heels, but to be with him, for this trip, she didn't want to tower over him, too much. So all the heels she packed were no more than 2.5 inches. She also was taking along Belle's shorter mink cape to complete the evening look. The rest of the clothing she packed for this trip was more relaxed outdoorsy clothes. They include one sundress and sweater with matching low heeled sandals. A nice denim fringed skirt with a couple of frilly tops and vest matched to her cowgirl boots were packed. She threw in a couple of blue jeans slacks outfits with long sleeved cotton blouses, a light jacket and woman's hiking boots. The last would be needed if they found a mountain, cave or mine to explore. For the trip over to Master's house she was wearing one of her nicer dressy day outfits, a slim skirted suit and jacket with matching mid heel pumps. For jewelry she packed a number of ear-rings, bracelets watches and rings to match the outfits. However she was only bringing along one necklace it was the jeweled slave collar, with its gold filled Slave- "O"-ring, that Master had given her years ago. It was the dainty one, with the zircons, and the hidden locking catch. She carried it in a silk bag in her purse, for in her mind only Master should lock it around her throat, not herself and not Belle. There was no way she would present herself before her master un-collared, so she had buckled around her neck his original dog-collar that he had given her a long, long time ago. Charlotte borrowed their luxury sedan for the trip and hurried over to Master's. He heard her driving up and was waiting at the door when she knocked. He looked her up and down and give her a friendly wolf whistle, as she spun around for him to get a good view. Master noticed she was wearing that old dog-collar that did not fit with her nice outfit. Then he noticed the jeweled one in her hands. Chuckling with her he then asked: "Well slave what do you want with that collar?" She dropped to her knees at Master's feet, bent her neck and asked: "Master, please would you do the honors of locking on my pretty collar for our trip? "Please Master your slave wants to look nice for you." Master was more than pleased to lock the collar on his slave. To show her this was serious he carefully left the key on its ring hanging on a peg inside his door. Charlotte shivered just a bit at the realization, but then she brightened and smiled happily, as she asked for permission to kiss him. Master nodded his agreement and they locked in a passionate embrace. She was so happy at this point everything was coming together so wondrously. She helped Master down with his bags. The one bag he gave to her was his toy bag. It felt chock full of toys, to keep them both amused. She continued to grin and laugh tugging it down the drive to her car. She keyed opened the trunk to let Master stow his bags. Then they were off on their adventure. As they drove along she let Master know that she had some official business to transact with the Timeshare. She was going to formally and officially change her ownership over from Charles to Charlotte. She felt they could do that based on a form, the Timeshare had sent them. Belle and Charlotte had gone down to a notary to notarize an agreement to change the Timeshare ownership. Charlotte could not yet get formal Arizona Drivers License as a female, but she did have one of the Arizona official ID cards in her new name with her new look, even if it still had to be checked as sex [m]. She planned to show that along with her old male ID. Oh how she longed for, the soon to come time, when she could get rid of the [m] forever. On arrival, even before checking-in, she took Master back to the owner's service offices. She was looking forward to "freaking the mundanes" in forcing the change to get her new owner's card. She knew the name/sex change thing would be a big enough impact. But to also be sitting there, in a locked on slave collar, with her septum and tongue rings, for such a mature woman would really be shocker. She so looked forward to watching their reactions. As expected the initial receptionist did not know how to handle them. They had to get the first level supervisor to help, after the intro clerk freaked. The supervisor was cool, with Charlotte's notarized from and a call to Belle all was well and they cut her new ID right on the spot. After getting checked in, Master wanted to just sit in the pool, while Charlotte wanted to experience all that a woman could have, that Charles never was able to enjoy. She called the spa and was able to arrange for an immediate appointment to get the complete treatment. For her, this first time as Charlotte, she signed up for nearly all the treatments provided, sadly still except for hair. She started with full body waxing, a one hour message, and a touch-up to her acrylic nails, followed by a pedicure. As a finishing touch she had a full facial and professional makeover. The makeup artist was of course using, and pushing the resorts beauty products. She was cool about the wig, and only commented that she had even a better concealer to completely hide the lace edge. Charlotte felt so rich and pampered to be able to charge, without even considering the cost, everything to the room including a new traveling makeup case jammed pack full of all the products used in her makeover. Oh it was such fun to be a pampered lady. Marvelous Evening out. By the time Charlotte's pampered spa treatment was done. It was getting late. She hurried off to the room to show Master. As she entered the room she saw Master lounging in the big easy chair with a drink in his hand reading book and listening to classical music, on the entertainment system. But he was in a costume, she had never seen before. He was wearing a full formal white tie and tails, and not the animal kind either. Master put down his drink and stood up to admire his slave's new look. "My, my Charlotte, I always thought of you as a reasonably attractive woman but tonight they performed a miracle! You are radiant and beautiful. Will you be, I would be proud to have you, as my guest tonight at that famous Terrace dinning room at Sidde De Crique?" Charlotte was oh so pleased to hear his words. That restaurant was one of their favorites. It was so European, romantic luxurious and expensive. Charles and Belle had only been there for very important memorable meals, like their 20th, 25th and 30th anniversaries. Tonight, out on her Master's arms, would be one more of these. "Thank you Master, your slave will be so pleased." She hurried into the bedroom to change into the nice but daring red evening gown and matching pumps. She applied just a hint of her favorite perfume, but not too much, Master didn't like too much perfume. It was not a game with them, but more a statement as Master clipped the fine chain lead to her collar's "O"-ring. Just hearing that clipping sound nearly caused Charlotte to swoon. She loved the fact that she would be out in public, at a top drawer restaurant, being seen by one and all, on the lead of her Master. Master kissed her crimson lips, helped her into the mink stole and led her out to the waiting limousine. Now the limousine was a surprise to Charlotte but a pleasant one. Master held open the door and helped her be seated. Once inside he reached for the white orchid corsage waiting on the seat. She felt, so pleased and proud as he pinned the corsage to her gown. "Master oh my Master, thank you so." "You have thought of everything." "Please, let me show you my pleasure." With that she reached for his crotch, but he batted her hand away. "Not now slave!" "For now, this outing we are more the normal couple." "Once I get you back to the room, then you can be my sexy delightful slut." She smiled broadly and reached over to kiss him, not a slave's kiss; this was more a lover's promissory kiss for more to come. Neither one of them cared a whit, for what the driver thought. He was being well paid to chauffer them around, not to comment on their behavior. Besides, from what other limo and taxi drivers had told them, they knew this behavior was really quite mild. Arriving after a very short trip at the Sidde De Crique, the driver pulled right up front of the restaurant. The liveried steward then came out to open the limo door. Charlotte had never been on a date like this! Many girls would have had such experiences growing up, attending formal school proms or for the rich ones debutante balls. But for Charlotte all this was new and so thrilling. Master got out first to take his date, slave's, hand to assist her getting out and on to her heels. She presented him with his end of the leash and followed him proudly into the dining room at Terrace. The Maitre D' was so professional in getting them seated at a reserved window-side table for two. Master, under the watchful eyes of the Maitre D', let-go of his end of her leash, only to clip it around the leg of his chair. Then he nodded to the Maitre D' to slide the chair in for Charlotte. Neither of them cared what the Maitre D' thought about their slave lead play. Charlotte wondered if Master had warned the Sidde De Crique, or was this Maitre D' just so cosmopolitan that he handled them with such aplomb. He was professional enough to not say anything and you would have had to look very closely to see even a raised eyebrow. Charlotte was again made to feel so very special, as she noticed a silver ice bucket with a magnum of Champagne ready for them. The Sommelier came out to open the magnum and allow Master to taste it. To no one's surprise Master approved of the Champaign. They were each poured a flute of the bubbly. Master proposed a toast: "To my lovely slave on this special night." Charlotte blushed, smiled and clicked her flute with her Master's before they each took the first sip of the evening. She was so excited at how all this felt from the female viewpoint. Yes, yes this is what she wanted for the rest of her life. Their waiter brought out a full "Imperial Special Reserve Persicus" Caviar presentation. This was too much; sure they now had money, but "Imperial Special Reserve"! This would be the first time to try that level of caviar, the best she had to date was Beluga, but this was orders of magnitude better than Beluga, its taste was to die for, it was so special. Charlotte was blown away at all the thoughtful ways Master was making this a memorable occasion. He must have planned all of this, well in advance, and just for her. She felt so special and so loved. She reached up to her jeweled collar and lovingly stroked it for him to see. Then she smiled winked and bent down to kiss, no to worship his hand. No menu was presented. Master had arranged for everything, all preordered, and it was some of her special delights. After the Caviar they were presented with a full six course gourmet feast. Chilled fruit soup, wilted spinach salad prepared table side, a sorbet to cleanse the pallet in preparation for the piece de resistance. For that the Maitre D' himself, wheeled out the table side presentation of a magnificent Chateaubriand for two. Even the old pre-diet Charles would have been hard pressed to finish all this food. Before they started carving, Master warned Charlotte that there were two more courses to come a cheese and fruit course followed a Bananas Foster to be flamb?ed table side. "Master don't' be mad." "I can't eat this much, even though it is all so amazing." "Thank you, my kind loving Master, thanks so very much." "Not to worry, little one, we have all night. And when we are ready to leave they will package all that we could not consume. Won't they make a great dinner tomorrow night in the suite?" With those words of encouragement, she could plan out her meal, taking dainty bites and pacing herself. All the vegetables were done to perfection and the meat, what could she say; it was butter tender and cooked to the medium doneness they both could enjoy. They reveled in each others company as the meal and the evening continued to unfold. The view from the windows was awe-inspiring. They watched the sunset over the Sedona Red Rocks as Oak Creek rumbled by their window vantage point. Most of the main course was sent back with their compliments to the chief, to be packaged up for take home. Charlotte had to excuse herself, and visit the ladies' room, all that Champagne was getting to her. "Please Master can your slave have your permission to freshen up? " "Can you please sir; free my beloved lead, Please Master?" "Of course my dear slave, take care of your business but do hurry back now!" He then unclipped the lead from her collar and as he stood to help her out, one of the stewards beat him to it and helped Charlotte get her chair back out from under the table. Master was well pleased at the level of service this high end restaurant provided, as he sat back down nodding to the steward. The tip for service tonight just went up another notch. Charles had of course used the men's room here before, but using the ladies' was quite an experience for Charlotte. She was blown away at how much more elegant and refined was the ladies' when compared to he men's room. This was truly a feminine retreat and she felt so much at home here now. It was decorated in finest French provincial decor. Wonderful bright flowered wall paper. She couldn't help but notice lots of period knickknacks and live flower arrangements. There were, good copies of prints from the French impressionists, mostly landscapes, with bright flowers and flowing rivers, hanging on the walls. Comfortable padded lounge chairs lined the entrance foyer. Enough girl, she told herself, first things first. She headed to a stall, lowered her fancy panties and just did her business. The position of her "clit" sewed up like it was guaranteed that her urine's flow sounded just like a woman's tinkle. And why not, for that is what she now was. Carefully cleaning her privates she pulled her panties up and smoothed down her dress. Washing her hands and picking up her evening clutch purse she did, like any woman would, and took a few moments to sit at one of the padded pink stools in front of the well-lighted mirror to check her hair, freshen her lipstick and powder her "nose" as they say. She was entranced by the looks of the attractive older, no Mature, woman looking back at her and to know that woman was her. Oh it was so satisfying. She had to reach up and feel the slave collar, one more time, to fully appreciate whose she was and why she was here. Oh my yes, she was so very happy. She carefully made her way back to the table. The same steward saw her returning and was immediately present, chair-side, to help her get reseated. Master nodded again at the attentive service shown by the steward. As Charlotte was scooted forward, she returned her clutch to the table. Then reaching out for her Master's hand, just to feel him and smile at him, as she uttered her feelings. "My Master kind Sir." "Your slave loves you and does so love being here with you tonight." "Master, thank you again." With that she gave his hand a strong squeeze and let go of him. Master beaming, with his happy grin spread wide across his strong face, presented her the collar end of the leash. Charlotte obediently bent down to make it easy for her master to once again connect his chain to her slave bondage. She was grinning herself from ear to ear when she bent back up to resume the interrupted meal. It was only after their Champagne flutes were refreshed. And they were both again composed, that the wine and chess plate was presented. Every thing was so beautifully arranged, the fruit was so ripe and luscious, the aroma of the strong cheeses made even her well fed tongue tingle in eager anticipation. But as Master once again warned her; "Remember the desert course my slave." With Master's warning still ringing in her ear she only sampled the cheese plate. Both of them pushed the platter away still nearly fully laden. The Steward was immediately table side inquiring if every thing was all right. Master and Charlotte looked into each other's eyes and nodded simultaneously. Master then paused a moment before reassuring the staff; "It, like everything else tonight, was grand. But we must leave a smidgen of room for the desert course. Please, also have this ready for us when the leave". The Steward bowed and reassured them that the cheese and fruit would also be ready when they were. Then came the desert presentation. As again the Maitre D' himself, came out to assemble and flamb?, with the bananas, butter, brown sugar and liqueurs that made the rich Banana's Foster specialty from New Orleans. From an insulated cupboard two chilled bowls with extra cold hard frozen home made vanilla-bean ice cream were produced. Portions of the cooked Bananas and sauce were ladled on top of the ice-cream. Then the Maitre D' added some 151 rum to the sauce pan, put it back over the flame, tilted the pan to ignite the sauce infused rum. The still wildly flaming sauce was then ladled on top of each portion. Charlotte watched all this totally entranced. She prided herself on being a good, no great domestic cook, but she could not have performed such culinary feats of legerdemain. The both just sat there as the flame died down, drinking some more Champagne and also drinking from each others eyes. When the flames had died down the nodded at each other then began to consume the wondrous creation. The flavors, textures and temperature gradients all complimented each other to make this a truly superior creation. Charlotte didn't have to say anything she knew she could trust Master to tip lavishly for such a grand performance. By the time she got down the last of her portions, the night was winding down. The restaurant had been slowly emptying out around them. Master insisted on a night cap and ordered them both, the house specialty "Sidde De Crique coffee". Charlotte made sure to insist that hers be made with decaffeinated, or she would never ever get to sleep tonight. When the final coffee was presented she could not tell what liqueurs went into it's creation but it did taste strongly of alcohol. Not that she needed any more alcohol, not looking over at the now emptied champagne magnum. She was feeling quite tipsy and was glad neither of them would have to drive tonight. When Master was presented the bill, their chief waiter also brought out one red rose that complimented Charlotte's evening dress. She clutched it to her bosom. It was such a marvelous little touch. The table steward came out with some very interesting animal forms, created out of aluminum foil, wrapped around all the food they just could not have ever consumed in this one seating. Master looked at the bill thought a bit handed the waiter his card and waved him off. He looked over at his slave sitting there clutching her rose with tears in her eyes. "What is wrong love, are you ok?" She couldn't bare to think Master thought she was unhappy oh no far from it. To be treated like royalty had been too much. She felt the tears but knew them to be tears of happiness. She reached out her hand to clutch Master's and whispered back: "Master oh my Master." "Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong." "This whole evening has been the best of my life!" And she was not consciously lying, at that point she was just thinking of her life as a woman slave. To show Master how she felt she picked up the leash in her rose laden hand and brought it to her lips to kiss. "Thank you Master, I love you Master!" The final bill had been returned, awaiting only Masters signature. One more thing hit Charlotte at how different was tonight's experience had been. For once she didn't even think about what anything cost, they never even let her even see a menu. She was glad not to have to figure out an appropriate tip for such world class service. She was sure Master felt the same way about the service and was sure he would see to it that at least a 30% gratuity was added. She never did find out just how lavish Master had tipped, but their total service crew formed a line for them at the door; from the Maitre D' down to their buss boy. All were smiling and shaking Master's hand and bowing to Charlotte. The Maitre D' did more than bow to Charlotte. He reached for her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it, like you see in the movies. Oh my she continued to feel his kiss on her hand for many minutes it just made her feel so very special she started to giggle just a bit. The smiling chauffer was waiting for them right outside the restaurant entrance, with the doors open and waiting. Charlotte was feeling no pain, and needed some help getting into the Limo's spacious back bench lounger. She looked up smiling and blowing a kiss as Master slid in next to her. She immediately scotched over to be as close to him as she could. To her he smelled so nice, so masculine. She was taking advantage of her alcohol as she didn't beg permission but just put one hand on his thigh working it up to his crotch, and the other around his neck. She leaned over and began kissing him full on the lips, with her tongue squirming around inside his mouth. Master broke free of her lip-lock, and commanded the chauffer to take them back to their casita at the timeshare. Then he mildly scolded his hot horny slave girl. "Whoa, slow down girl it is just a short ride home." "Behave yourself we have all night." Giggling and accepting his mild reprimand, Charlotte sat back while still leaning against his masculine body, and just cuddled him with both of her arms entwined in his arm trapped between them. "Master oh my Master, this evening has been super." "Oh thank you Master." "Master please, you will let me show you my appreciation when we get, won't you? "Sir Please I want you, I need you so badly now, Master?" Master could feel and appreciate her heat and sincerity. She had become such a hot loving passionate woman. He was pleased and proud to have had such a big hand in allowing this woman to come out of her life long cocoon and blossom so well in her slavery. He could not have imagined a more delightful evening, out with his slave. Sure it probably cost more than he had ever spent on "a date" but it was her invention that provided the money and she certainly deserved all the attention. He was pleased to give her this, and many more adventures to come. The two of them just sat back cuddling for the short trip to their temporary home. Back in the suite Master helped his tipsy slave girl into the casita. As soon as the door was closed she coyly asked: "Master can you please kind sir, unzip me?" Even with this much alcohol she could well have done this her self, but no! She so wanted to have the experience, of her date undressing her. Master was pleased to help, as he so informed her: "But of course Charlotte, slave of mine, turn around and give me access!" She turned to present herself as he un-hooked her neck line, and pulled the long back zipper slowly all the way down. She was clutching the front of her dress to her bosom, yet she shivered with anticipation feeling his hands and the dress parting across her back. Once Master had finished she turned around to kiss him, still clutching her dress. Then giggling she turned to the closet to hang up that beautiful dress. As she again turned back, to face her master, she saw him sitting down to start taking off his evening boots. "Master please let your slave help you!" He was pleased to hear the eagerness in her voice. "Of course girl! Then get over here and undress your Master!" Those words were a code for a scenario they had practiced many times and gave them both a thrill. She leaped over to help, bending down to grab the first boot. She always did love the smell of leather and to know this leather was now warmed from contact with her Master's flesh gave her such a submissive rush. She carefully manipulated his boot, off his foot. As it came off she inhaled his odor from the boot just to lock in that submissive mindset. As she had been trained she kissed the toe of the boot before setting it down. She then carefully followed suit with the other one. As Master extended his legs one at a time, she reached up her crimson tipped fingers to pull down his socks. As each foot was de-socked she kissed its high arch to show her acceptance of her position as his slave. Then she sucked in his big toe and laved it with her tongue. Master now stood with his hands hanging down freely at his side. His slave girl dropped to her knees right between his feet and immediately began to unhitch the vest. Once it was out of the way she resumed the normal tasks of unbuttoned the pants opening and slowly and lovingly lowered his fly. She was pleased to see Master's penis beginning to engorge and pulse. She so wanted to worship that, and soon! She stood to take the trousers from her master and to hang them up. While her back was turned Master swatted each cheek. To most people they may have appeared hard strikes but they both knew them as love taps. The swats were not unexpected she giggled as they struck home, knowing the game was a foot! She returned and started to try and take off his silken boxers. Master swatted her hands away "Not now love save them for last. Get me out of the rest of this evening costume." "Yes Master:" Was her only words, as she started to unbutton his jacket and help him shrug it off. Jacket in hand she again hung it up. As her bottom was exposed she actually wiggled each bun to hopefully draw more swats. And sure enough she did get rewarded with two more; she loved to feel her bottom beginning to tingle from his attention. Charlotte bent in close, closer than she truly had to, to help him off with his whit tie, cufflinks and fancy evening boiled front shirt. She was hoping for and enjoyed her swats as these were also safely put away for the night. She faced and admired her Master standing there in his boxers. In her eyes, he was a fine image of a dominant male. To an unconcerned outside observer he could factually be called a bit chubby and like her getting older, but maturing nicely. His hair was graying and thinning. He wore his full silky beard trimmed neatly to just a few inches. The gray streaks in his beard just added to his look of maturity in Charlotte's besotted eyes. She was quite please to be his slave girl, well ok just one of his slave girls, but for this trip it was just the two of them. Master enjoyed seeing the appraisal in the eyes of his slave but enough was enough. "Slave; get over here and finish me!" She was not real sure just what he meant by "finish" but she would soon find out. Her height was an advantage as she helped him out of his under shirt. It joined the socks on the floor destined for the dirty cloths laundry bag she had packed. Now she hoped it was time for a reward as she dropped again to her knees right in front of her Master and reached up to "help" him off with his boxers. She lovingly folded the boxers on top of the socks and tee-shirt, but when she turned back, ready to begin worshiping his rod, he shook his finger. "Not yet my love I don't know about you but I need to refresh." The suite had an oversized hot tub for the normal bath, right next to the oversized shower. Charlotte laughed to think how much fun it would be to play with Master in either or both of these bathing facilities. She quickly nodded in agreement and began to completely disrobe as well. First she removed all her jewelry, well except for the slave collar and piercing that were "permanently" attached. Then she began to perform an amateurish but enthusiastic strip tease for her Master. First she lowered her slip shoulder straps one at a time. Now she was so happy to actually have big enough breasts that the slip would stay up as she slipped her arms totally out. She could then "artistically" pull the slip up over her head and twirl it around. Master was laughing and enjoying the show. He held out his hands and ordered: "Here girl give it to me!" On its next spin around, she let loose so it sailed into the waiting arms of her Master. She was greatly pleased to see that he lifted it to his nose to inhale her smell permeating the slip. She loved that he found that exciting, just like she loved the aroma of him. She had been wearing a garter belt and long stocking. Both Master and she found that to be so sexually stimulating. She kicked off booth evening pumps. Then lifted her right leg, to unhook the three garters to that stocking. She could then roll the sheer smoky gray ultra fine Denier hose down and off that foot. Again, as she began to twirl the stocking. Master gestured that he wanted it. So again she grinned and tossed it into his waiting arms. She blew him a kiss as she saw him bring it too up to inhale her fragrance. She then gave him the same show with the other socking. Now it was time to unhook her garter belt. It was by itself an erotic garment, such a fine mesh design; it looked like a spider web around her wide hips. Master was still playing with her hosiery so she just let it fall to the ground. She was now down to just her waist cincher, bra and panties. She reached behind her self with practiced hands, to unhook the cinch. Before being sewed up she would have resisted exposing her naked crotch but not now. She sensually moved her soft hands down around and over her hips, messaged her own buns, and pulled open the waist band to just step out of her silky sexy thong. Now she had Master's undivided attention. He had dropped the hosiery and was staring enraptured at her de-thonged and exposed flat crotch. Master felt so much satisfaction at seeing what he had done to her groin. She had been his first slave sewing session and he hoped it would not be the last. He began clutching his hands open and closed. She took this as a demand for her thong, she was glad to fling the thong into his grasping fingers. Master ordered her: "Come on you tease. expose those ringed breasts and show me your all." She reached behind her back and quickly unhooked the two delicate hooks, holding her demi bra closed across her back. She clutched the front of her bra as her back fell free. Then, as requested she presented her bra to her Master. This allowed her ringed breasts to bounce freely. They had both seen lots of slaves with better, bigger breasts. However since these were truly new breasts even if swinging from the chest of 60 something woman they had the firmness of a woman in her mid twenties. She so loved them, her real badges of womanhood. Master could tell she was excited as the pierced nipples were erect and hard as two large pencil erasers. The naked slave and her naked Master lunged together for a friendly erotic embrace. Both were sensation players and this sensual feeling of the two warm bodies one smooth and silky the other rough and hairy got them both even more excited. Master pulled his non-resisting slave into the big shower. He first had her wash him all over and I do mean ALL over, using her hands and the provided luxurious shower gel. He made her even work the gel up inside his anus. She was in seventh heaven, this was such fun. Master then, had her stand still and present her back. Now it was his turn to return the favor. He started with her wig, since it could be shampooed in place. Then he messaged the gel all over her still strong firm, larger than most women's shoulder, working it into all her curves. He felt her shivering and giggling throughout his ministrations. After they were both cleaned and rinsed Master had slave tenderly towel him off and help him slip into the provided robe. He told her to get clean inside as he would get the patio spa ready for them both. Obeying her Master's words, Charlotte got out the anal shower attachment and thoroughly cleaned her anal pussy. She then made sure it was well lubricated for later play. After the bathroom was cleaned and she was finally rinsed, she too slipped on a robe and presented herself to her Master, already sitting in the hot tub, with a new bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket and two new full Champagne flutes, one in his hand and one on the side table waiting for her. Master gave her an appreciative whistle and motioned her to join him. Charlotte shed her robe and slipped into the tub with her Master. She quickly squirmed over next to him and began to massage his body with her soft warm hands. Since he just laid back and grinned she took advantage and began to reach for his masterful rod. She felt it was already firm and with just a bit of hand work she got it as hard as she had ever felt it. Master whispered into her ear to turn around and impale herself on him. This is what she had been waiting for all night; she maneuvered her pussy up and over his penis and settled it down as far into her as it would go. With the fresh lubricant it went in easy and she wriggled around to make sure he was firmly and fully ensconced up inside her. Master reached around her and grabbed one breast in each hand. His forefingers found their way up and through the stirrups of her nipple rings. Then he began to squeeze them and encourage her to ride his bronco. She was only too happy to follow his lead, as she used her well trained anal muscles to pulsate on his rod as she bounced up and down, almost high enough to disengage, but never wanting that to happen. Master was feeling wonderful as his slave was so eager to please him and in truth her backside pussy in the hot tub was an amazing place to get his satisfaction. He kept up a sexy patter encouraging his slave on to more and more. She so loved to hear his dirty words. He called her all those wonderfully words of BDSM encouragement, [bitch, slut, whore, slave, cunt] but whereas others would find them demeaning, she just loved to think that yes that was what she now was and what she so wanted to be! This night had been so wondrous. She had to almost immediately ask Master for permission to cum. Since he wanted to feel her cumming, with him inside, he rapidly gave her permission, for her lust to explode. Once being given permission she quickly started to experience a series of those marvelous internal female repeating orgasms. Master could feel her shuddering as each one fluttered through out her body. He was so very pleased with himself to know he was the one responsible for this highly reactive slave and her slave heat. He occasionally had to pinch those nipples to get her to remember to work him as she enjoyed her orgasms. She did her most happy duty and kept up the ridding as long as Master could hold out, which in truth was not very long, not with all the stimulation they had both enjoyed. Sooner than Master may have wanted he felt himself on the brink. He used his handholds to pull her down as he thrust in just as far as he could. She knew what was coming. She well knew that feeling as he began to pulsate up her pussy. She oh so much wanted to feel his sperm swarming up her "tubes". She so wished she could produce a baby for him, but that was just a fun fantasy. "Yes Master; oh Yes, give it to me'" "Fill me with your baby seed!" "Make me your slut." "Use me please sir use me!" Master grunted and began to pump his long repressed sperm up inside his eager bitch. Now Charlotte had one of the longest most intense orgasms she could remember as she felt herself being filled with her, yes her, Master's outpourings. "Ah yes, oh yes, yes" she uttered as she shuddered along with her loving Master. She felt him stating to go flaccid and she knew he would soon fall out. She tried every anal muscle trick she knew to hold on to him as long as possible, but finally she felt him ooze out. She knew her duty was to clean him off, but they were in a hot tub. She did not hesitate as she filled her lungs and ducked down to bring his penis into her mouth. This was the first time she had tried to clean a lover off in a hot tub, she was not sure how long she could continue and she was not even sure she could taste any juices. It was those juices that she wanted in the past they had been so enjoyable to taste their combined love. As she was wrestling with her feelings she felt Master pull her up. "Enough girl!" "Just settle down." "Lean back and drink your Champagne with me out here under the starry Sedona sky." " We will have many nights like this." ?For now let's just relax." "Yes sir my beloved Master thank you sir." Charlotte tried to relax and with the hot tub, that wondrous meal and all that alcohol it should have been easy. Yet her mind was awhirl trying to consolidate all that had happened and all that she felt. She was oh so very happy to sit there, next to Masters body and remembering how he felt up inside her. Master's classical music on in the living room, the warm water, his body, the stars all soothed her, eventually she just collapsed and started to nod off. Master looked down at his sleeping slave and felt totally at peace himself. His life long dream was coming along so well now. He had his leather family, and thanks to this slave he now had all the money they needed for the retreat they wanted to build. He had so enjoyed molding this one. And getting the wife along as well, made it such an amazing sort of two-for-one deal. He sipped his Champagne and just relaxed feeling on top of the world. Eventually he also started to nod off and was afraid if they both went to sleep in the hot tub one might drown, so he woke up his slave and had her get out and dry him off. She eagerly stood out in the cold; water dripping from her own voluptuous body as she willingly first took care of him. Charlotte got him all dried and helped him into his robe. "Ok girl that is enough for me. Now you get dry and come to bed!" "Yes Master right away Master." Charlotte then dried herself, emptied the hot tub and slipped into her robe. When she entered the bed room there was the new leather sleep sack laid out for her. "Oh Master it arrived, can I try it tonight, please may I?" "Of course you silly girl it wouldn't be out like this if not for you. No go empty your bladder and we will get you setup for the night." Charlotte jumped to comply. She raced to one of the toilets that incorporated bidets. She did her best to empty out since she knew what was awaiting her, for this long term bondage. She presented her naked self to her Master, and yes there on the bed was his medical urinary catheterization kit. She could not be expected to be in long term bondage, for more than a couple of hours, with out diapers of cauterization. Having it done to her was not one of her favorites, but she knew it was required for much of the long term bondage she so loved. Master however was grinning since performing his medical procedures was one of his favorite turn on's. "Ok slave. Lie back on the bed with your legs up and spread!" Charlotte did as she was told, not dreading what was to come, but resigned. Master reached for the lidocain antiseptic ointment and swabbed it all over his smallest sound. Then that sound was used to open up her urinary track. They had played with sounds many times and she had been working her way up to bigger and bigger ones. However this was the first time since she had been sewed up and both of them were unsure just how it would work, from this orientation. Master worked the smallest size all the way up and pulled it out again only to load it up with more of that ointment. Again it was worked up inside her. She was squirming around the feeling was weird having to force the hard solid sound through her new faux-pussy and up to her bladder. It didn't truly hurt more like a cold pressure that made her feel like she had to go again. Master then used the next size up sound, again fully and liberally coated with Dr. Drier's lidocain antiseptic ointment; this second larger size should open her up enough to accept the tube. This sound was left in for about 5 minutes as she felt her urinary track starting to loose sensation. Master was now ready; he removed the new catheter tube out of its sterilization bag, only to coat it with the same ointment. Grinning his evil grin; Master addressed his unsure slave girl. "Ok girl you know what this is all about." "The Lidocain should be starting to work by now." "Take that deep breath and I will make this is fast and easy as I can." She was aware of the sound being removed only by the fact that solidness disappeared. Then she felt some sensation as the catheter was inserted and pushed all the way up into her bladder. Bottoming out against her bladder wall, did however cause her to flinch. "There girl, you did fine." "Let me attach the check valve here at this end and we can get you all cocooned up for the night." "Oh yes Master thank you Master" said the nearly swooning Charlotte slave. Master slipped on to his slave, a pair of special rubber panties, with a tight valve that just accepted the catheter tube. Then the panties were firmly pulled up and snugged around the slave's voluptuous hips. Master had Charlotte stand up as he pulled back the bed linens on one side. The new Leather sleep sack was laid out and he helped the slave to sit into it. She maneuvered her arms down along her sides into the, oh so soft smooth leather internal sleeves. She then swung her long legs up and down into the single boot of the sack. Charlotte then laid back and Master pull up the leather back and shoulders to incase her in a full body leather cocoon. "Master oh Master, this is so wonderful. "Thank you Master mine!" Sighed the happy bondage slave. "Yes, yes my slave now let me finish" Master continued his work, first zipping the lower zipper right up to the catheter tube. Then he pulled the leather completely up around her shoulders. The zippers over her breasts were carefully left open, as he engaged the neck zipper and pulled it down to the tube. Now she was encased in reasonable form fitting leather, from neck to toes. Master began the final tightening, by using the laces to lace her up, one set from her ankles to her knees, the next from knees to the catheter, then the final set from the catheter all the way up and around her neck. He tugged these laces very tight, indeed. She was now as tightly cocooned as in any mummification they had ever performed. "Oh Master this feels so yummy." "I will have such fun, such dreams." "Thank you kind sir." "Thank you, for being there for me, giving me the trust I need for this." "Thank you!" "Yes girl, but remember this is fun for me as well, it is not just about you," He then presented her with one of the leather bondage hoods she so loved. She lifted her head to allow him to slid it down over. She noted that the mouth and eye holes were as yet not zipped shut. Master rolled her over on her side as he now severely tightened the hood's laces to make sure she was totally and inescapably encased in the fragrant leather. "Now open wide those lips and accept your gag." Ordered the Master! Charlotte opened wide her mouth as Master tightly strapped a penis breather's gag through the mouth opening of the hood, down inside her mouth. Master carefully positioned the outer part of the gag to pass through the hood's mouth opening. Once he was done, Master rolled her over on her stomach to unzip the back zipper to expose her pussy for his later enjoyment. Rolling her back on her side with her back positioned open to his side of the bed; Master attached the catheter to the collection bottle and opened the check valve. She was now stretched out with chains clipped tightly to the "D" rings at her toes and top of her head, locked to the chains he had previously attached to the bed itself. He could hear his slave breathing slow and steady through the penis gag, she was certainly not in any distress but appeared happy with her new sleep sack. Master bent down to tongue each of her exposed breast. Charlotte reacted strongly to this new stimulation. She was bucking and squirming as much as her bondage would allow, but all he heard through her gag was contented moans of a slut in heat. Master let each breast and nipple flop free. He blew on them to dry them off, before zipping them up for the night. He looked down into her golden hazel eyes, looking up at him through the eye zippers, as he blew her a kiss and zipped them up tight as well. Now at long last he was free to climb into bed himself. Oh the work that is expected of a Master he thought happily, as he reached out to hug his bundle of bondage loving leather covered sex slave. He noted that her pussy was exposed and ready for his use. The question was could he perform yet again tonight? HE felt his penis selling just a bit. The room lights were turned off as he snuggled up feeding his semi hard rod up inside his willing sex toy. Oh m, thought Charlotte, there it is, oh yes, she began to milk him with the only things left to her, her anal muscles. Please let me satisfy him one more time tonight oh yes please. Master had not been sure he was up for another round, but feeling those eager pussy muscles pulsating around him drove off any thoughts of immediate sleep. He was surprised at himself, that he could raise to the occasion once again, this night. As he pistoned in and out, of his willing slave, he could feel her start to shudder with her own orgasms. Sometimes he wondered if Charlotte wasn't correct gaining her abi