Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (e books free to read txt) 📖

talents that might be of interest to me or of use here in our home?"

Raven thought for a moment before answering. She couldn't shake the sense that her answers were more important than they appeared, that they would affect her future here. "Sir, I am sure that there are many talents I posses but am not aware of yet." 

"We must determine what those talents are. As you have seen each of the submissives in this house have talents that we utilize to both run this household and to keep ourselves occupied and productive. Rose for instance has administrative skills and also has very good people skills. When sunny came to me from the abusive dominant she had submitted to, her sister came to visit her and to se if she was alright. That sister was a Psychiatrist and an expert in traumatic mental syndromes. At first she was very antagonistic towards me, today she gladly serves me and is our arbiter of health care and whatever mental health problems we encounter. Her name is dream and you will be meeting her soon to be evaluated and to deal with any medical situations you have. Now in light of this information is there any other talent that you possess that you think might be of some use to this household and those who live in it? Any talent that you can think of no matter how minor or trivial might well be of some interest and importance to us." 

Raven sat in stunned silence. She had no idea that such an extensive array of personalities and skills had been collected in this house. "I offer my writing & web design skills freely. As well as any other services you might find useful." She found that the more she talked with the Master, the less she noticed her nudity. Was she becoming more comfortable with this new state? Possibly. "I have a few skills that are more for pleasure rather than usefulness Sir." 

"Any skill is useful whether for pleasure, support or survival. There is more to living here than just serving me and making the household operate. We also have leisure times and activities to expand our mental and physical state." His eyes moved downward and examined her closely as he continued. "I see that you are fit. Do you work out? If so you will find we have a full gym and weight machines to facilitate physical development."

"It has been my habit to spend at least an hour every day in some form of exercise Sir, not only for my health but also to keep me fit for my dancing." 

Smiling his gaze rested on her legs, "I thought you had dancers legs. What kind of dancing do you do? Ballet? Classical?" 

Raven smiled slightly in response as she shook her head. "No Sir. Belly dancing." 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, belly dancing the Middle Eastern ballet. I would very much like to see you dance. What do you need to perform?" 

"I have everything I need already Sir; scarves, veils, bells." Raven was thrilled that he seemed pleased by this. Dancing for an appreciative audience was one of her greatest. 

"You need all that to perform for me? So you could not give me a sample of what you are capable of right now?" 

"Of course I could give a sample if you wish it Sir." Raven wasn't about to deny this man even the simplest request. 

"Fine then, proceed." He smiled as his eyes took in all of her as she rose. 

There was a flushed under tone her olive colored skin. She had never danced for someone she'd know for less than a full day. Her exhibitionist tendencies only came out after she'd been intimate with the person for some time. She heard the music of the dance in her head and began the slow sensuous movements, her belly undulating, her body moving gracefully. This was a dance of enticement. Harem girls would dance for their masters to gain his attention and favor. Raven had been taught every technique and knew how to use them well. Her eyes closed as she danced, her natural sexuality exuding itself with every move. 

His eyes followed every movement of her body. The fact that she was totally nude made her movements all the more enticing and brought his excitement to a high level. As he gazed at her he lifted his hand and gestured to her to come to him.

She walked over to the Master, her hips swaying gracefully, her breath fast from the dance and desire riding her hard. Performing was always a major turn on for her. She came to stop before him, close enough that she was sure he could smell her arousal.

His hand moved almost of it's own volition, reaching for her and pressing his fingers slowly into her hot, wet pussy. Her juices ran down his hand and dripped onto the carpet at her feet. Her excitement clear to him in sight, scent and feel. The movement of his fingers in and out of her made her moan, the feeling of excitement growing in her to nearly orgasmic levels. Then the sound of his voice cut through the excitement, "Do not come. Hold back as best you can, we will see what you are capable of."

The most Raven could do was nod, so lost was she in the feel of his fingers. Frantically her mind raced, trying to find a way obey even as her hips thrust against his hand to increase the pleasure. She was barely aware of the soft mewling sounds she was making. God, she was so close and didn't know if she could hold back. The more restraint she reached for, the less she found. It was maddening.

His fingers continued to move within her stimulating and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her mind fairly swirled with the excitement coursing through her body, unconsciously she leaned towards him and spread her legs slightly to allow him more access to her pussy. Her face when she stopped was only inches from his. In her state of excitement the soft sound of his voice brought an instant response form her. "Cum."

Instantly Raven spun off into one of the most intense climaxes of her life. She shook, moaned, and cried out, her muscles clenched around his fingers, her juices flowed freely around his hand. It was simply the most mind-blowing experience.

Her orgasm was a thing of beauty to him. The line of her jaw as she clenched her teeth, the pressure on his hand between her legs, the tension outlined on her body all brought out the strength and intensity of her orgasm. His eyes roamed her body examining her response and memorizing all about it that he could for later discussion with dream. As the intensity of her orgasm abated her eyes slowly opened and she fell to her knees between his legs.

Her eyes were clouded, unfocused from the massive orgasm. Raven stared up at the Master in wonder and adoration. She had only one thought, one desire: to please this man. She wanted to ask what she could do, but speech was still beyond her. So, instead, Raven tried desperately to communicate her need to serve by expression alone. She trembled slightly as she came down from the rush of the orgasm and her new submissive desires rose.

He gazed down on her and smiled softly, "You wish to serve me but don't know how." It was a statement not a question. "I will guide you in this this one time, rose will see to your training." With that she realized her decision had been made, he knew of he growing desire to serve him and he knew she had decided to stay now, to join him and the others. He rose from his chair and stood before her, grasping her arm he gently pulled her to her feet. "Undress me," he said, his voice deeper, more commanding.

With shaking fingers Raven started at the top button of his shirt. Desire and uncertainty made her clumsy at first. How much freedom was she allowed? Would he warn her first? Or just punish her immediately as she'd seen in the restaurant last night? She focused her thoughts on completing the command, hopefully without overstepping her limits with him. She stripped the shirt off and laid it carefully across the desk. Then, dropping to her knees she worked on the belt and fastenings of his pants. She had no memory of finishing her task. All Raven could think of, focus on, was that hard cock only inches away. What would happen if she were to lean closer and taste it?

He watched her as she stared at his cock, her tongue circling her lips. Her need to suck him was evident, her gaze one of reverence and need. "Suck me," he commanded firmly.

With a whimper Raven leaned in closer. She swept her tongue over the head of his cock before taking deep in her hot wet mouth. She hummed in pleasure at the feel. Sucking and bobbing her head down, Raven used every technique she'd ever learned in the past to bring the Master as much pleasure as possible. Her tongue swirled and caressed. She relaxed her throat and took his impressive cock completely. Never had giving head given Raven such a feeling of satisfaction and pleasure.

The feeling of her mouth and tongue on his cock was incredible. As she swallowed his cock and hummed he felt himself losing the control he fought to maintain. He allowed her to bring him close to the edge of orgasm and then gently pulled himself from her mouth, sat in the chair and pulled her up into his lap straddling him. His cock pressed lightly against her and slid into her pussy.

Raven grasped his shoulders and began riding him hard and fast. She had no care for commands or obeying anymore. She simply wanted to cum and to feel him cumming. She mindless and maybe just a little reckless in forgetting her position in this household.

His eyes were upon her as they both approached orgasm. His excitement heightened by the abandon he saw on her face, the raw unbridled passion. He knew that her lack of training would allow her to orgasm wildly and without concern for what was normal or done here. She had no real idea of what was allowed or required of one in her position and would not hold anything back. This, to him was a true indication of her sexual abilities and were the key to properly training and molding her for her chosen life as his submissive. Raven was lost, drowning in a sea of sensation. She was completely mindless and focused on finishing what she was so close to achieving. Cumming was the only thing she was concerned with. Her climax was her only thought. She had forgotten where she was and who she was with.

To control others one must be able to control ones self and he had full control of himself the feelings while intense were not enough to push him over into orgasm. He knew that when he came she would and he wanted her as wanton and free as possible. His plan was to take her to the very top of orgasmic delight and then to maintain that level as long as they could. Her body his instrument her mind his slate, opening her to sensations and desires she had never reached or experienced. He knew that with those heights reached she would be open to all that they had to teach her. 

The raw look of passion on her face told him she was in another place, another world perhaps even something close to subspace. The power of the feelings was evident in the power that she used to slam herself into him and the moan that built from a purr to a scream. Finally he allowed himself to release filling her with his seed and watching her reaction to it. 

The second orgasm