pandoras

by:

Pandora’s

Written by D.

Chapter 1.

Pandora’s had been my place to work for the past three years, it wasn’t, and would never have been my chosen place of employment, but fate had dictated otherwise.
Do you believe in fate? Do you believe that sometimes you find yourself doing something so far from your norm that you fight against doing it. You fight against the very thing that will, eventually bring you fulfilment and sheer contentment. Well that’s what happened to me!

My job wasn’t out of the ordinary I worked full time in the back office of a shop. I did the wages, ordered stock, sent out parcels to customers who had ordered items on line, and via the phone. I did the staff wages and looked after the day-to-day running of Pandora’s. I never ever served in the shop, and although I liked the girls that worked there, I never mixed with them socially. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but the truth was I could never find the time. I would work all day and then when the staff had gone home I would stay on and stock take, or change the clothes on the mannequins. The overtime came in handy, it had proved to be a lifesaver, and was the only way I could pay off the debts that my mother had allowed to mount up over the past few years. I looked after my Mother who was confined to a wheelchair through crippling arthritis. Her constant pain meant I had become a battering ram for her bad temper and explosive mood swings. She had always treated me with a ‘whatever you do, will never be good enough and I told you so’ attitude.

I had come home after working abroad in a very successful Export/Import company, to find that the family home was in danger of being lost. The bank had already sent warning letters, advising on their intention to foreclose on the mortgage. This meant we were about to lose the family home, and I just couldn’t let this happen.

So that’s how Pandora’s fits into my story. The job had been advertised for many weeks in our local paper, and either they hadn’t found the right person, or nobody had applied for the post. I had seen it every week, the first week I dismissed it complety.’never in a million years’ I thought to myself. The second week I mulled it over for a while, and then threw the paper away. The third week came, I was no nearer finding a full time job, and the demands for money were coming in thick and fast. Then the paper arrived! Thumbing through the pages rapidly, hoping in one sense that the job had been taken, and at the same time I had the phone in my hand ready to ring the number, should the job still be on offer. I almost missed the advert, but there it was again. “Office assistant/clerk wanted for full time at Pandora’s” The advert went on to give a telephone number, and the name of the person to ask for, and that name was David. After ten minutes of speaking to him he had asked me to attend an interview to be held at the shop, within a week of that meeting I had started my first day at Pandora’s. Before leaving the shop David turned to me and said ” I feel I can trust you with the day to day running of Pandora’s, it will be very rare you will see me here, but if you have any problems my phone is always open to you” That was the last time I saw him for many months. He communicated with me by email or letter. A couple of times I had caught a fleeting glance of him, when he had come to the shop.

Men, who I presumed were friends, or customers, had often accompanied him. On two occasions he had brought a female companion. They never stayed in the shop or office area, but conducted their business in one of the unused rooms underneath the shop itself.

I had become familiar with the cellar rooms early on. Most of the Pandora’s stock was kept down there. I had spent many a night doing overtime. Arranging and organising the merchandise. I have to admit that sometimes I had been so intrigued by some of the items, that I had unwittingly found myself quietly inspecting some of the toys, and even trying on some of the sexy costumes that were on sale. Many of the toys were destined for our overseas customers. And I have to say the items we sold were very well made, and this was reflected in the price. Once I remember sending a customer a Rose bud, as I made sure it was carefully wrapped and lying nicely in its presentation box, I has thought ‘God the price of this would allow me to pay my Gas and electricity bill’ which had just arrived that day.

That had been three years ago, three years of working at this high-class sex shop, because that was what Pandora’s was. It catered for the needs of the man or woman in the street but it also provided a service to customers as far away as Germany, Italy and even Japan. But recently business had started to wane, the orders from abroad had remained the same, but the shop wasn’t selling as much over the counter, as it had in the previous years. Hard times brought on by the recession had hit many a business, and Pandora’s was no exception. And I guess that’s what prompted a rare visit by David to the shop. A visit that would change my life forever.

His visit wasn’t unannounced, he had actually telephoned me one morning, the conversation had been concise, polite and to the point “Celia, please stay behind tonight, I wish to discuss something very important with you. I will be there about 6pm.” He said “Is it possible we could make it earlier David?” I asked him, explaining that it wouldn’t give me time to organise a carer who could give my Mother her tea. “No, I’m afraid I cant make it earlier, I suggest you find someone to see to your Mother, I want you there when I come to the shop, your job may depend on it Celia” the tone in his voice making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He didn’t wait for an answer and ended the conversation by putting the phone down. I fretted the entire day; firstly I had to find someone to look after my mother. The care agency could do it, but that wasn’t going to be cheap. I phoned home and explained the situation to Mum and got the same response as I always got in these situations.” That’s ok, you go off and enjoy yourself, don’t worry about me” I had given up trying to reason with her, and simply said “I will see you later Mum, take care”.

Nothing could have prepared me for the reason for David’s visit. He arrived at 6pm on the dot, and spoke fleetingly Jemma, one of the shop assistants before he said goodnight to her, locking the front door of the shop as she left to go home. I was waiting outside the office door, waiting for him to turn around and give me the bad news! When he turned around he smiled at me and said, “Don’t look so worried Celia, its not all doom and gloom, but I have had to make some hard decisions, let’s go into your office and we can talk over a coffee.” Nodding that I understood him, I turned to go into my office thinking to myself ‘God I don’t remember him being that easy on the eye’ as I went over to the corner of the room where I had a kettle and a jar of coffee on a small table. Pulling one of the chairs out from the desk, he sat down. I knew he was watching me as I made us both a drink. “Do you enjoy working here Celia?” he asked me. Bringing the coffee over to the desk, I answered him “Yes David, I do. Have I done something wrong, Please tell me if I have and I will try to correct it, but I can’t afford to lose this job. Please tell me what is going on?” Inviting me to sit down and leaning forward, he began to tell me of his plan!

It seemed that the recession was hitting Pandora’s harder than I had originally thought. David spoke openly of his concerns, and how he was going to have to let Jemma and Stephanie go.
” But David, Jemma has been here longer than I have, that’s hardly fair is it” I said to him. “She isn’t suitable for what I have planned, yes she is a good worker, but I need someone who has a little something extra, I need someone like you Celia, someone who can sell everything that Pandora’s has to offer.” I looked quizzingly at him, not sure how to take his last remark, was it an insult or a compliment? But when he met my eyes, I knew it was the latter, and I knew he was deadly serious about what he had just said to me. I listened intently as he said what he wanted from me.

It seemed that many of our customers, and particularly the ones from abroad had commentated that they would like to be able to see the costumes, toys and equipment either being demonstrated or worn before they made a purchase. “This would be a special service we would only provide for certain customers, not only would they expect to see the equipment being used on you, but they may also want to try it out themselves, before they purchased anything.” He said looking at me. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard him say and leaning forward I said, “On me, demonstrated on me, are you joking David, Im not exactly in my prime, there must be others you could have asked to do this.” Getting up from his chair he walked towards the door of my office. ” You cant afford not to do this Celia, I know the money troubles you have, your family home is in danger of being seized by the bank, is that not true?” he said turning around and looking straight at me. It must have been my look of total disbelief that made him walk back towards me. “Celia, I will be the one who will use the equipment on you, I will be the one who will show you to our clients, and I will be the one you will obey in front of them.” Putting my hands on my hips and looking straight at him I said, “Obey, what do you mean obey?” His eyes left mine and looked down at the floor. Thinking I had won a major victory by his action, I kept my stance, ready to face up to him when the moment came. His silence was unnerving, slowly he raised his gaze and as his eyes pierced mine “Take your hands of your hips and don’t ever speak to me in that way again” he said. Before he had finished his sentence I had dropped my hands down and turned away from his piercing gaze.” That’s what I mean by the word OBEY, now Celia there are two options open to you, the first is the front door and the second is the door to the cellar, the choice is yours”

I couldn’t lose this job; I just couldn’t risk the house going back to the bank. Quietly I said “I choose the door to the cellar” Taking the keys for the cellar from the box on the wall David made his way towards the stairs leading down to the store rooms. Following behind him I was listening to him speak but not taking in all he was saying to me, he must have sensed my mood, because he gently took my arm and said ” we have a lot of work to do before the room will be ready for our customers Celia, from next week it will be you and I who will run the shop, and I want you to be ready for that, will you be ready Celia?” I understood perfectly well what he wanted from me, and knew that I had to do it right, otherwise my job and Pandora’s would risk being lost. “Yes David, I will be ready I said”.
Chapter 2.

The Cellar

For the next week including the whole weekend we worked to get the cellar ready for Pandora’s clients. David had ordered all sorts of wood and paint, soft furnishings and comfortable seating. He built all the items of equipment himself and I helped him to put together the St Andrews cross, whipping post, spider’s web and spanking chair. In addition to this, the walls of the cellar were adorned with manacles, chains and rope. The walls were painted to create the right ambiance and the lighting was done in such a way that it could be changed to set the mood of any occasion.

It was late Sunday afternoon and we had finished the cellar, it was now ready for Pandora’s clients to visit and use. I stood back and gazed into the finished room. Even though I had helped to create this place, it was only now that I realised how much of a raw fascination the cellar, and all its objects held for me. Suddenly the lighting dimmed and I knew David was behind me ” Are you ready Celia, I want to try all the equipment before we show it to any clients, it would look bad if we fumble our way around the cellar, that wouldn’t do, would it?” he said quietly, coming to stand behind me. My heart bounded inside my chest “I’m hardly dressed for it” I said pulling at my baggy overalls laughing nervously. Walking in front of me David said nothing; he just reached for one of the overall straps and started to feed it out of the buckle that held it in place. When both of the straps had been undone he lowered the bib to my waist and took a step back from me. ” Take off your overalls Celia and stand still facing me” he said, his voice filling the room, not because he was talking loud, but because I was so shocked at what had just happened, that his voice was all I could focus on. I don’t know why, but I just did it, I did as he had told me and took off the overalls. Suddenly feeling silly standing there in a thong, tee-shirt., and no bra and flat white pumps. He didn’t seem to mind; in fact a smile crossed his lips as once he again stepped closer to me. “I want to see your breasts, show them to me” he said. But this time it was me who took the step backward, shaking my head as I moved “I just can’t do that David, please can we wait a while, I don’t feel ready yet” I pleaded. His arm had encircled my waist before I could move back any further. “You are ready to do this; I have watched you ever since we have been preparing the cellar. You are more than ready to take the next step, now take your tee shirt off and put your hands at the back of your head”.

My throat had gone dry and I was shaking as I slowly lifted the paint splattered tee shirt, exposing both breasts completely as I lifted it over my head. My nipples were so hard with either fear, excitement or the cold air that passed through the cellar. For a moment I was blinded by the material covering my eyes as I slid it over my head, and let it fall to the ground. I put my hands to the back of my head as he had told me and stared down at the floor. “Good, very good, now stand with your legs apart”. I hadn’t noticed the small collar that he had taken from his trouser pocket; he held it in front of my face. It was made of highly polished stainless steel and shaped like a wishbone, the inside was covered with soft leather and a tiny O ring was secured to its front. At the back was a buckle that would allow it to be fastened securely around my neck. Walking behind me he slipped the collar around my neck and fastened it, asking me if it is comfortable and not to tight. When I answered him my voice was hoarse with emotion “its fine, its ok” I said. I could feel his breath on my neck as his hands reach around to my breasts and strokes them gently, taking a nipple between each thumb and forefinger he squeezed them very slowly “whenever you are wearing my collar you will address me as Master, never David, always Master. Now we will try again, is your collar comfortable? Still teasing each nipple as he asked me the question again. Taking in a deep breath “Yes, Master it is comfortable” I replied. My legs felt like jelly, and my face is burning with the embarrassment of knowing that my thong is wet, wet with the intense excitement of what had just happened. It had been far too long since I had been aroused by any man, and yet here I was standing nearly naked in front of my Boss and Master as he had just informed me to call him. Standing with my hands behind my head, my legs apart, a collar around my neck and a thong that left little to the imagination.

Suddenly his hands moved from my breasts and traced the contours of my waist and hips, his movements slow and deliberate as he holds both hips firmly in place. “Bend over Celia and touch your toes” he said explaining that there are basic commands that I must learn before we open to our clients. Commands that he will teach me, and that I must obey whilst I am wearing his collar. Bending over I am all too aware that if he touches me he will know what effect this is having on me. His hands never leave my hips as I bend forward, but I can feel his arousal, as his erection momentarily brushes across me through his trousers. David remained quiet and kept one hand on my hip, and the other he lets glide and stroke each cheek of my bottom and the back of my legs.

The unconscious moan that escaped my throat happened before I have time to stop it, I was so ashamed about how easily I had succumbed to the situation that I broke free of my position and stumbled away from him. Almost tripping over as I reached to pick up my tee shirt and hide my breasts from him. “I can’t do this, I can’t, I thought I could, but I can’t. I’m sorry David” I said. I expected him to shout at me but he didn’t, he simply said “What did you just call me Celia, did you call me David? I think you have just earned your first punishment”. Clearly meaning every word he had just uttered. Pleading with him was no good. He went on to tell me that this wasn’t a game; the clients who would come to Pandora’s would expect me to behave as his
Obedient slave, and not falter in the commands that he would give me. The punishment this time would be fairly lenient, but would happen never the less. Future punishments would increase in their severity and would depend entirely on my behaviour. “Now what did you call me” he asked me “I called you David and I should have called you Master” I said shifting my feet uncomfortably “And what else did you do” he ordered “I broke my position and moved away from you” I replied, watching as he reached for a nearby wooden crate and sitting down on it, patting his knees as he said “lay across my lap and put your hands on the floor.” At first I just looked down at my feet, but he broke my indecision by saying that if I kept him waiting any longer the spanking would be much harder. So with little choice in the matter I dropped my tee shirt and took 3 small steps towards him. As I bent forward he took hold of my collar, and guided me down until I was firmly over his knees, and my hands had touched the cold cellar floor. He stroked me for a while and then hooked his fingers in the material of the thong and pulled it down over my bottom and legs, where it rested at my ankles. I protested, and took the first of ten hard slaps to my bottom.

Never in my life had I been spanked, and although it stung and I cried out each time his hand met the soft skin of my cheeks, even though I felt ashamed at being treated in such a way by the man I had called my boss for the past 3 years. Despite all that, the feeling of pure contentment coupled with an intense arousal was churning up inside me. If the truth be told I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him to bend me over this dammed wooden crate and let me have the erection I had felt earlier, buried deep inside of me. I don’t know if he sensed that but he ceased the spanking and ran his hands gently over my skin ” You’ve needed that for a long time Celia, I can feel your heat through my trousers, tell me, did you enjoy your punishment?” he asked, pulling slightly on my collar, reminding me of my position. At first I didn’t answer him. If I told him that I had loved every sweet moment of it, would that make me seem to easy? And if I denied it would he refrain from doing it again. He didn’t wait for my response but slapped me hard again. “I don’t like being kept waiting” he barked as he raised his hand again “Yes, yes Master I enjoyed it” I hurriedly cried out knowing that I could never take that back, he would now know, just how much I had needed this to happen.

Helping me to get up from across his knees, he positioned me so I was kneeling between his legs. His legs open, and with a hand on each lap he talked to me. Its was then that I realised, that every time we had ever spoken or met in the shop. He had always positioned me in a way that I would be servile to him. I had never consciously realised this, but I had let it happen as if were the most natural thing to do. And here I was kneeling between his open legs, mesmerised by the outline of the erection I could see through his trousers, my bottom stinging with the recent spanking and his words penetrating my thoughts ” Don’t worry Celia, you will take this inside you” he said putting his hand to his groin. “But for now we have much more training to do” Mortified that he had caught me looking at him that way, I sunk my head down to the floor. “Don’t be ashamed by your feelings, you want to please, and I will be the one to teach you how” he said. True to his word we carried on well into the night. The first of Pandora’s ‘special’ clients would be arriving tomorrow, and there could be no mistakes, or I would have to pay dearly for them.

Chapter 3.

The Visitor

I had finally arrived home at well past midnight, David has insisted he take me, and would also pick me up in the morning from now on. It wasn’t until we arrived at my house that he took the collar off me, gently holding me around the neck as he did so. The power in that one action made every nerve in my body react to him, and I felt momentarily lost and jolted back to the Celia I had been this morning. I dreaded facing my mother, but he told me not to worry as he would take care of any additional carers she may need, whilst I was working at Pandora’s. Before I left the car he told me that he wanted me to be freshly shaven every day, going on to say that it was a personal preference for him and many of his clientele. As I opened the car door and was about to step onto the pavement, he caught my arm. “I always knew you would serve me one day” he said quietly, and then let go of me as he said goodnight. I shut the car door without replying to his comment, and watched as he drove away.

The upstairs lights were still on in the house, and for the first time in ages, my thoughts were not of the house or my mother, but of me and how I felt at that moment. All I wanted to do get into bed and release all of the sexual tension that had built up during the day. As I lay there I allowed my fingers to explore the warm wetness between my legs, and my thoughts kept returning to the feeling I had experienced when his erection had lightly brushed against me, and the spanking he had given me. As I had knelt between his legs I had experienced a sudden release from being Celia, to being someone else. I would have almost begged him at that moment, to allow me to take him in my mouth, and suck him gently. As the vision of his cock in my mouth became clearer, my own orgasm rose up and I had to cover my mouth to stifle my moans. Then next thing I remember is waking up the following morning.

At 8.30 the following morning he arrived to pick me up. We drove in silence for a while, not an uncomfortable one, but just silence. As soon as I had got into the car he leaned over to me and put the collar around my neck. Before he had fastened it he showed me the engraving that had been etched onto it. “When you leave the house and come with me, you need to leave Celia behind, you need to adopt your slave role, and she is the one who will serve me.” he said, I looked at him a bit bemused until he showed me the name engraved on my collar.

The name jumped out and hit me; it simply said ‘Pandora’

As soon as the collar was fastened Pandora sat quietly in the car for the rest of the journey. I knew the first client wouldn’t be arriving until around 10am and after him there would be 2 more during the day. Each Master had requested different items of equipment or clothing that they wanted to see put to use. I wasn’t to be told what they were until it was time for that client to be “entertained” as David had put it. As we neared Pandora’s his hand took hold of my right leg, and opened it. “Have you shaved as I told you to do?” he asked “yes Master” I quietly replied “Good I will feel for myself when you are in the cellar, and don’t try to close your legs, they must remain apart unless I say otherwise.” He added, as though reading my mind. I blushed at his remarks, and had to make a conscious effort not to put my legs together.

Once inside the shop I didn’t even get time to go into my office or check my emails, as I would normally have done. David informed me that the day to day work would take place after the clients had been and gone. It seemed that I was to go to the cellar straight away; he wanted me to get into the right frame of mind, so a little warming up session was what he had planned, before our day really began.

The cellar looked different from the day before, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but instead of it just being a cellar, it had become a haven for me, or should I say Pandora. His voice broke my thoughts. “Take off your clothes and give them to me, and I mean all of them. You must get used to being naked in front of me and the clients” I took a deep breath in and started to undo the buttons on my coat. He walked around and stood in front of me, his hands in his pockets as he watched my every move. Telling me not to hurry, but to take my time revealing my body slowly.

The coat was easy! So was the blouse, as this time I was wearing a bra. My pencil pleat skirt, slid over my hips easily. I stood there in my thong, bra and a pair of high heels. “Your bra, then your thong but leave your shoes on” he said. My hands were shaking as I put them behind my back trying to clumsily unfasten my bra. At last, it unhooked and for a moment I held it in place. He reached out with one hand and hooked his forefinger under the front of the bra, pulling as he did so. And in an instant he had it dangling over his finger before letting it drop to the floor. His next gesture was simple to understand as he pointed to my thong. I shut my eyes tight as I lowered it to my ankles and stepped out of last remaining part of Celia. I knew he would be looking to see if I had shaved to his satisfaction, and trembled as he took a step closer to me.

His mouth on my nipple sent an electric shock through my entire body; he sucked and licked them as he snapped a chain to my collar. “You like that don’t you Pandora, does it make you wet? He asked me. As he pulled gently on the chain explaining that the first client wished to see not only breast jewellery but also clamps and breast bondage. Stepping back slightly he told me to ‘Adopt’ while he inspected the rest of me. His gaze seems to stay forever as he looked at my pussy. Then he pulled on the chain which made me step towards his waiting hand. My shaven pussy fitted like a glove in the palm of his open hand, and I moan with the sheer pleasure that the feeling brings. My arousal grows even stronger as his fingers explore between my moist lips. “Did you make yourself cum last night?” his question shocking me back to reality. “No” I lied. The hard slap to bottom propelled me forward onto his waiting fingers. I let out a shout of surprise as more than one of them slipped inside me. “Don’t ever lie to me or masturbate without my permission AGAIN!” he said as his fingers slipped in and out of me, increasing in speed. Still holding the chain taught as his fingers worked their magic and my orgasm started to rise up. “I don’t think so Pandora, not until I allow it” he whispered in my ear as he stopped what he was doing and told me to kneel. All I wanted to do was scream at him, but I knew this would get me into trouble. So I gritted my teeth, and in a futile protest pulled ever so gently away from him. He didn’t miss my insubordination and pushed me to my knees. Explaining that it would be natural for me to make quite a few mistakes in the early days of my training, and that for a period of time the punishment would be fairly lenient. However if I repeated the same mistake, the punishment would be much harder as clearly I wasn’t learning by them. His tone deepened as he looked down at me “If you disobey me in front of another Master, I will punish you so hard that you will bear the marks for many days to come, and that Pandora, is a promise” I realised then, that David was no longer in the cellar, but had been replaced with the man who had become my Master.

It was nearly 9.30 and the first visitor would soon be here. To protect the anonymity of the Masters who came to the Pandora’s I would always be blindfolded throughout the entire time of their stay. In a way I was comfortable with that, I could escape into my own world and would not see the way in which they looked at me. Or know what they looked like, I would have to relay on my other senses to fill in any gaps.
Still on my knees but now with the blindfold firmly in place, my other senses took over. I heard his zip being slowly pulled down, I smelt the soapy aroma of a mans shower gel, and then I felt the tip of his hard cock as it introduced itself to my lips. But nothing could have prepared me for the feeling that arouse between my legs, as my tongue tasted his sweet wetness and I eagerly took him to my mouth.

He didn’t stop until he had emptied himself into my mouth. The stillness of the cellar was interrupted by the sound of the shop door bell. David lifted me to my feet and guided me by the chain to the waiting St Andrews cross. He secured my outstretched hands and feet with the restraints. Once again he stroked my breasts and said “Be good and I will reward you, be bad and you will pay dearly, is that understood Pandora?” I nodded and said “Yes Master” the taste of him still fresh in my mouth and on my lips. And then he was gone, I heard his footsteps as they mounted the cellar stairs, following his movements towards the main door, the door being opened and then the low muffled sounds of the two Masters as they exchanged a greeting. I didn’t have long to wait until they made their way down towards the cellar.

Then, the smell of the air changed as a new aftershave penetrated the room. He was here, the first visitor to sample Pandora’s special service, was in the room and walking towards me. I shut my eyes even behind my blindfold, and waited!

Chapter 4
Playtime Begins

“Very nice, her breasts are just begging to be bound. Have you owned her for long?” the voice said. “Not as long as I would have liked to, but I’m rectifying that” Came David’s reply. And so the conversation continued as though I wasn’t even in the room. They talked openly about my body, particularly how the Master wanted to see my breasts bound and my nipples adorned with the various silver chains, tassels and weights. That way he could envisage them on his own slave.

I had never had my breasts bound and forced into submission, but that day in the cellar awakened a deep rooted ‘lust’ that I never thought I could possess. The room had suddenly fallen silent, the talking had ceased and David had come to stand in front of me. I knew it was him, he didn’t wear aftershave but he had his own distinct aroma. It wasn’t even a conscious smell, but I knew it was him, it was my Master. He took a gentle hold of my face between the palms of each hand, and leant into my ear. “I am going to bind your breasts now, and it will be tight, The Master wants to see your breasts swollen and engorged, the sensation will feel very strange to you at first” he said, as he continued to tell me that the Master would also want to use my breasts for his pleasure and I should accept this attentions willingly. I answered quietly “Yes Master” as his hands took hold of each breast and expertly bound them in silk rope.

God! The feeling of being bound in such a way was like nothing I had felt before. Suddenly, fingers gently caressed and stroked each swollen mound. I was glad of the blindfold, so I couldn’t see what my breasts looked like, and could only imagine what was on show to both of the Masters in the room. “Ummm let me see what they look like with the silver tassels on.” the Visitor said as he looped the delicate wire around each nipple and tightened the noose. A whimper escaped my lips as the tightening sensation made my clitoris react instantly. Then he teased the tip of each nipple with his fingers and made the tassels move from side to side. “These will do very nicely for my slave” he said and went on to discuss how many pairs he would like to order. Again there was a silence as he removed the tassels from each nipple.

My breasts were growing tenderer by the minute and I moaned a little as he momentarily brushed past them. “I think a little more pleasure before the pain” he said, and I sensed he had moved away from me. Low muffled voices were all I could hear, and then once again he stood in front of me. The warm thick liquid ran slowly down each swollen breast simultaneously. It traced itself down in one continuous stream until it reached each sensitive erect nipple and fell in a droplet to the floor. Again and again this happened, and I was filled with a feeling of pure pleasure as the warm liquid soothed each engorged breast. But that feeling was soon replaced by one even more sensuous, as a moist tongue licked at the warm liquid, and sucked it slowly from my nipple. Then there were two tongues, two hungry mouths. And momentarily, I was in heaven. My head fell back and I pushed my breasts out even further, almost greedy for attention, “please, please don’t stop” I moaned. “You’ve had your pleasure slave, now for the pain” said the Master. Then came David’s voice in my ear “Are you wet enough for my cock Pandora, I think later on we will find out, don’t you?” as he put his lips to mine, and let me taste the honey he had just licked form my nipple. At the same time his fingers parted my swollen lips and momentarily buried themselves inside me.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer pain caused by the two nipple weights. They had been put on slowly and the weight of them had been supported for a short while. But when he let go and they had hung freely, they pulled my swollen breasts down and caused a feeling that I couldn’t begin to describe. “No! Please Master take them off, they hurt” I cried out. But my pleas were ignored and instead of freeing my nipples, the weights were gently pulled down and then tapped to make them swing form side to side. In vain I tried to blow on my burning nipples in an attempt to cool them. Then the swinging motion ceased and the weights were once again supported. I was so grateful for this that I almost cried with gratitude “Thank you Master, thank you” I whimpered” No answer came, just a warm mouth once again on each tortured nipple. Sucking harder than before and then licking gently before the weights were released.

I was left for a few minutes before the silk rope was untied and my breasts were freed. I moaned quietly as the feeling slowly returned. “You did very well, I’m pleased with you” David said as he massaged my breasts with warm oil. Again sending me into a place of sheer bliss, I was desperate to cum now and moved my hips as if an invisible force was riding me “You really want it don’t you Pandora, you want to be taken. But it’s to soon for you, your still not ready or ripe enough” he said. I pulled at the straps that held me to the cross and had both of my breasts slapped for showing him such insubordination. I didn’t retaliate again, and hung my head down, asking him for forgiveness.

He never replied but walked away and out of the cellar with the other Master. I could hear their footsteps above me and guessed that the visitor had finalised his purchases and left the shop. The sound of the door opening and closing signalled the departure of our first ever special client. The day was half over, and we would have a short break before the next visitors arrived.

After a while on my own, David returned to the cellar. He untied me from the cross and made me sit next to him while he spoke “We have an hour before our next visitors, they will be coming together and have asked for a show of various costumes” He went on to tell me that I was to have two changes of clothes, one for each Master. They had also requested to see the use of a Paddle, Cat o nine tails and anal jewellery. The last request saw my mouth drop in horror. “What Jewellery” I exclaimed.

The swiftness at which he pulled me over his knee, and smacked me so hard that I momentarily lost my breath, shocked me to the core. “Who are you speaking to Pandora? It can’t be me, as I am your Master and you are still in role”. He said. The shock of what he had just done silenced me for a minute. “Master, I’m sorry but I don’t understand what you meant about anal jewellery. I have never been touched that way before.” I exclaimed. Keeping me over his knee he stroked me gently while he explained the nature of the Jewellery, and that he would be the one to insert it. Although, I would be expected to let the Masters view it closely. The whole time he talked to me his finger was slowly tracing the line that went from my coccyx down to the natal cleft, until one finger had found its way to my anus. He poised with his finger at the entrance for a while, before he started to push gently in and out. I resisted this invasion and tightened the cheeks of my bottom. “Relax yourself, fighting it will only make it more painful” he said in a low tone. “Please Master I don’t want……” my voice trailed off and gave way to a deep guttural moan. Waves of pulsating pleasure washed over and through me, as his finger built up a slow deeper rhythm “Does that feel nice slave, does it want to make you open to my cock” he teased. Although ashamed I couldn’t help but push myself against his finger, arching my back and pushing backwards, until I knew his whole finger was now filling my anus. I was hot and so desperate to cum. But once again he denied me that final pleasure by removing his finger, and sitting me on the floor between his open legs.

My face was flushed and I couldn’t look at him, all I could focus on was the bulge that pushed out from his trousers. His hands came forward and undid his zip, freeing his erection from the restraints of his trousers. He lifted my chin with one hand and said “suck” I was hungry for him and my lips had already parted before he had even finished speaking. God! He tasted like heaven; I shocked myself at how eager I was to take him to my mouth. His taste rested on my lips and tongue, he was so hard and wet and it thrilled me. I knew he was nearing his climax as he swelled even harder. His hands moved to the back of my neck, where he clasped them together and forced me deeper on to his cock almost causing me to gag, and then he shuddered and came at the same time. “Swallow it all Pandora” he said. As once again he held my under the chin, I tried to take it all but some escaped from my mouth, quickly I used my finger to coax it back between my lips. He smiled at me and said “You’re learning fast, you must never waste your Masters gift. Now we need to prepare for our next clients.” With that he got up and helped me to my feet. I was allowed to take ten minutes to freshen up and make a drink for both of us. And although it was nearing one o’clock I didn’t feel hungry in the slightest. But David insisted I eat something to keep up my energy, for the afternoon ahead.

When I returned to the cellar, he was already standing by the large wooden table we had constructed. Even from where I stood I could see the two costumes that I was to wear. Next to them and laying side by side, were the Paddle and the Cat o Nine Tails. At the end of the bench was a black velvet cushion adorned with what I guessed was the anal Jewelly. At least 10 different types. Silver and gold with different sparkling stones dangling from the delicate chains. I had never seen these in the shop before, and could only guess that he had recently introduced them to the stock. Sensing my fascination with them he picked one of them up. “This is my favourite, this one you will wear for me.” He said, teasingly waving it slowly in front of my eyes. It was beautiful, and the black crystals sparkled as they caught the light. He took a step closer to me and said it was time to put it in, but before he did it he would give me a choice.

“Either you can go over my knee, or you can present your arse and open yourself as an offering. The choice is entirely yours” He said. I knew exactly what I wanted to do; but it was having the courage to do it. It was then I remembered how it had felt, when he had first put his finger inside me. So, I slowly turned around to face the wooden table, bending over it I timidly pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart. Just like before he gently used his finger to open me slightly, then a cool feeling as the metal slid silently inside me, leaving the chain and black crystals exposed and ready to view.

Helping me to stand he commented on how pleased he was that I had chosen to open myself to him, and later he would reward me if I continued to please him as I had done so far. For the briefest of moments I swelled with pride at his comments.

The two costumes that lay on the table couldn’t have been more different. The first one was instantly recognisable as that of a school girl, complete with white blouse and tie, grey short pleated skirt, knee length socks, white lacy knickers, a white balcony bra and white plimsolls. The Master had also requested a wig that had pony tails with ribbons fastened at the ends. The paddle was to be used with this outfit and the hobby horse was bought into the centre of the room. The second one was very different and would see me taking on the persona of a personal secretary. A white lace see through blouse, a short pencil pleat skirt, and a tailored jacket finished off with stockings and suspenders. However there were strict instructions that no underwear should be worn. To finish of the ensemble a pair of stiletto heels. One other change had also been made to our meeting. The Masters had requested that the blindfold should not be used.

I had just started to dress in the first outfit when the shop doorbell rang. A surge of adrenaline shot through me as David walked towards the door. As he neared the stairs he turned to me and said “Finish getting ready, the Masters will take a drink first, when you are ready I want you to face the door in the Adopt position, is that clear? “Yes Master, that is clear” I replied still trying to remember how to knot my school tie. Then he left and I was alone in the room. My heart was pounding, soon I would be on show to three Masters, all wanted different things from me, but one thing they all expected was obedience. And that was the one thing I was determined to give them. I finished dressing, and faced the door. Heavy footsteps crossed the floor above me, and I knew they were coming down to the cellar. There was no blindfold this time, no protective barrier or safe haven. I stood erect, my hands clasped behind my head, my Legs apart and my head held high.

Down the stairs they came, and the school girl waited!

Pandora’s

Chapter 5
A lesson in Algebra

Even though my head was held high, my eyes never made contact with any of the Masters as they walked into the cellar. But I knew enough to know that the Master who towered above me was black and his companion was white and considerably older than the other Master, although he presented an air of authority that I found immediately striking. “What’s your name Girl? Speak clearly and sound your vowels when you answer me” he said with a strong deep voice. David and the other Master went to sit down and watched as the scenario unfolded. Even though I was considerably older than the school girl I was dressed as, I suddenly felt as though I had been transported back through time, and I was indeed that school girl he was demanding an answer from. “Master, My name is Pandora” I said making sure I spoke clearly and concisely. He walked around me, inspecting me from head to toe as he circled me, like a shark stalking its prey. As he continued to walk in front and behind, he told me that from now on I should refer to him as Sir!

My arms were starting to ache from being behind my head for so long, sensing this he told me I could stand normally, but not to slouch. “Now let me see if you have the correct underwear on to attend school” he said, standing in front of me and telling me to unbutton my school blouse. I started to take off my tie and he stopped me saying I should just loosen the knot, but leave it on. “Yes Sir” I replied as I fumbled with the buttons and opened my blouse. My breasts and nipples on open view due to the balcony bra I had been instructed to wear. “What is this” he demanded pointing to my bra “Since when has this been school issue, you will be punished for this Pandora” he said with a smile forming on his lips. My mouth opened in protest but I didn’t speak. “If you have something to say in your defence then say it” leaning close into my face as he spoke. “Sir, please Sir I thought this is what you had requested I wear” I said my voice trailing off to a whisper. Instead of answering me he took a hold of each side of my shirt and pulled it open and over my shoulders, exposing my breasts as he did so. His hands were cold against my bare flesh as he toyed with each nipple, finally bending forward and sucking the left one into his mouth. I couldn’t help but moan as his warm tongue flicked backward and forwards, making my nipple hard and erect. Standing back from me he chastised me again for being improperly dressed, and told me to raise my skirt above my hips.

“Yes Sir” I said as I took hold of the hem of my pleated skirt and lifted it up as he had told me to do so. His next question took me by total surprise. “Are your panties wet Pandora, shall I feel and see for myself. If they are you will have a lot of explaining to do my girl.” He said as his hand reached out and touched my inner thigh, his fingers moved slowly upwards between my legs until he was feeling the crutch of my lace panties. I had been wet all day and even more so now, but he already knew I would be! As he stroked me, one finger slipped inside my panties and found out just how wet I really was. “You have broken so many of my school rules girl, I fear your punishment must meet the crime, perhaps you can redeem yourself with a little test I have prepared for you.” He said, as he pulled me over to the table and told me to sit down not say another word unless I was spoken to. Before he allowed me to take my seat he told me again to lift my skirt then he pulled my panties down and laid them on the table, where they would serve as a reminder to how badly I had behaved. I sat down and waited!

For what seemed like an eternity he had gone and talked to David and the other Master. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but could only hope that I could make amends in the test he was going to set me.

I must have been in a dream world not to have heard him approach me. He bought me back to reality when he slammed the paper down in front of me and said “You have 10 minutes to complete the test, and I want to see all of your working out, is that understood girl?” Even though I had answered yes to his question, I knew as soon as I saw what was written on the paper, that I had already failed.

What is the correct simplified answer to the following question? When you have finished put your hand up.

1. 2(x-3) รท2x-6
5(x+1) 5

For a moment it was as though I actually was back in school. I had hated Algebra even then, hated it with a vengeance and today no different. As much as I tried to answer It and show my
Working out, I knew it would be wrong. Before my ten minutes was up, I slowly raised my hand.

Over my shoulder a hand reached forward and took the paper. As he laid it down again, the big Red Cross was openly visible for all to see. He remained silent as he took hold of my tie from the front, pulled my chair out and led me towards the hobby horse. “Bend over girl, and lift your skirt up” he said as he scrunched up my panties and put them in my mouth.” Turning to my Master he asked if he may use the paddle on me. I closed my eyes and silently prayed that David would say no. He didn’t, he walked over, took hold of my tie, bent down and whispered “Naughty girls must be punished, keep your skirt raised and accept your punishment from the Master” I nodded my head and waited for the paddle. At first he circled the cheeks of by bottom with it, teasing the skin. Then came the strikes. Ten of the best he had informed me, and then the punishment started.

Afterwards his fingers had found the Anal Jewellery and he had commented that had I been his slave, I would have felt the full force of his cock inside my arse, for being so bad. His words made me ache to cum, but it was David’s Cock I wanted to serve before any one else’s, after all he was my Master.

The session was over, and I had been allowed take a break before changing and getting ready to for the second Master. They had left the cellar in order to have a drink and allow me to change. On the way out the taller of the two Masters had bent down and whispered, that he hoped my dictation was better than my Algebra, otherwise I was going to be extremely sore by the time he had finished with me. Once again I was to stand in the Adopt position and wait for their return.

It had taken me longer than the ten minutes allowed to come out of the school girl role, and into the demure personal assistant that the other Master had requested. I sensed he was going to be a lot more demanding and would use as much of me as David would allow. I wasn’t wrong!

His stature said it all, when he walked back into the room; he stood in front of me whilst David and the other Master made their way over to the wooden bench. He was tall, very tall and as he stood even closer to me, he actually made me shake. “You’ve never been touched by a black man before have you?” he asked me. ” No Master I haven’t replied “Then we had better rectify that, go and fetch me the velvet cushion with the anal jewellery on it” he said pointing to the bench were David and the other Master were sitting. As I turned to go and fetch the cushion he caught hold of my arm, telling me that he hoped I didn’t have any underwear on, as he liked his slave to always be ready to accept him. I turned back towards him and lowered my head “No, Master I have nothing on under my clothes” I said and then walked quickly to the table. Something inside told me that it wouldn’t be in my best interests if I made this Master wait. And I was right. No sooner had I reached the bench, he was clapping his hands loudly together “Quickly, I haven’t got all day and you have work to do” he shouted. As I reached him he was holding his hands out in readiness for the cushion” Your breasts move nicely without a bra on, I shall enjoy sucking on your nipples later, but first we must choose a new piece of jewellery for you”

For some time his fingers explored the anal Jewelly, until finally he picked one up from the cushion and inspected it further. Five or six silver delicate chains hung from the main body of the piece. At the end of each chain hung a tiny bell. David’s voice broke the silence “That one comes with a matching Clitoris clamp and nipple bells, you will always know where your slave is if she wears those” The men laughed, I didn’t. I remained quiet. I wasn’t surprised when he asked if he might have the other items and would consider it an honour if David would grant him permission and allow him to insert the chosen anal piece. In answer to his request David said” Pandora come and bend over the bench” I walked over to him and bent over as he told me to. Lifting my skirt up he told me to open my cheeks while he removed the piece he had put in earlier. I was to remain in that position until he returned with the clitoris and nipple clamps.

I was petrified at suddenly being left alone with these two Masters who continued to talk around me. Then suddenly and without warning he was behind me and pushed in very close. He told me that all of his personal assistants were never allowed to wear panties, and must always sit with their legs slightly apart. Their desks all faced towards his and he would often send them a screen message to open their legs further, so their clamped pussies are always on show to him. As he is talking to me his hands begin to stroke my bottom and he comments how good his black hands look against my pale skin, and how his fingers will look even better inside my arse. I am so wet now and wish I could see what his hands look like, as his strokes become a little firmer.

David returned quickly to the cellar and hands the new merchandise to the Master. I can hear the bells make their unique sound as they are passed to him. My hands are put down by my side and David opens the cheeks of my bottom ready to accept its new gift. Without wasting time the Master uses his finger first to explore my hole and comments how good his cock would look inside me. Before he gently pushes the silver piece into place. All three Masters comment on how good the bells look and sound. “Stand up and raise your skirt” said the Master as he crouches down, his face directly opposite my bare pussy. Expertly he clamps my clitoris and I let out a deep moan, to which his tongue reaches out and laps over the captive flesh. But he doesn’t just stop there, his mouth sucks my clitoris deep between his lips and I nearly cum there and then. But he stops immediately saying that only my Master can grant me that privilege, and I should wait!

As he stands he is already undoing the buttons of my blouse. His hands slip in between the lace folds, pulling the material aside, just enough for him to attach the nipple clamps complete with their own bells. His dark hands squeezed the mounds of flesh tightly together. Bending down he sucks both nipples into his mouth at the same time. I threw my head back and take in a deep gulp of air. “Time for dictation” he said as he released my tingling nipples.
I actually wasn’t to concern about that, part of my job had been dictation and I could hold my own with the best of them I thought to myself, as he led me away to a waiting wooden chair. The chair had been positioned in the middle of the room, it must have happened when my back had been turned to David and the other Master. “Now sit and open your legs enough, so the Masters to have a good view of your pussy” he said, in a matter of fact way. The instant he said that I blushed furiously, and noticed that David and the other Master had a birds eye view between my open legs. Handing me a pad and pencil he started to walk back to the other two men. When he reached the bench he turned around, rested the base of his back against the wood and folded his arms. Asking if I was ready I replied “yes Master” and poised the pencil on the pad, ready to take his dictation.

I had no idea what he said next! All I knew was that the language wasn’t English or French but sounded like Russian. My pencil hadn’t moved at all, and my mouth was wide open in sheer disbelief at my predicament. I hadn’t meant to, but my legs had gradually closed “Open your legs at once.” He barked, breaking off from his dictation and once again speaking English. “Now read back what I have just dictated” he said as he unfolded his arms and started a slow walk back towards me.
My eyes darted around the room, trying to find comfort from David. Instead he looked at me and raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘you only have yourself to blame’. No sooner had I peeled my eyes away from him than the pad and pencil were jerked out of my hand, and inspected by the Master. “You haven’t written a thing Pandora, not one thing. Explain yourself to me” he said pulling me up of the chair by my arm and forcing me to stand and face him.

“Master I couldn’t understand what you were saying” I said pleadingly. He looked at me and said “That’s a poor excuse for a PA to use, perhaps a flogging with the Cat, will improve your secretarial skills” When he turned me around David was stood by the Whipping post, dangling from his hands was the Cat-o-nine tails I had seen earlier on the table. Suddenly the Masters hands were on my shoulders, slipping down my arms and then finding the buttons at the bottom of my blouse, he methodically undid each button until only one remained. His tall physique pushed hard into my back as he pulled me into him and tore the lace blouse open, the last button gave up its place and fell to the floor. Both of the bells that were still attached to my nipples sang out, as each breast was cupped and squeezed harshly. It was the look on David’s face that made me want to cum there and then. Suddenly being pushed towards him and the whipping post. I was panting hard now; the thrill of what was happening was almost too much for me to comprehend. My hands and arms were pulled up high and secured above my head. Without saying a word and with expert hands the Master pulled my skirt over my bottom and hips. “Open your legs slave” he ordered as his foot came between my legs and parted them easily. “When I whip you, I want to hear your bells sing out, is that understood” he asked me. “Yes Master” I said trying to find some reassurance from David. For a moment I though I had found it when he stepped in front of me, the cat still held firmly in his hand. “Master George has trained many slaves, his expertise is in using the Cat, is well renowned. I have given him my permission to punish you with It.” he said presenting the handle of the Cat to Master George. I closed my eyes for a moment, I could stop all this now, but I was too far down a road, that I had waited to travel all my life. So, I opened my eyes prepared myself and waited!

The first few strokes were gently placed and in a figure of eight rhythm that didn’t relent. Then bit by bit they became much harder. His expertise with the Cat was an understatement; as he made the bells that hung between my legs sing to his lashes. The anal Jewelly moved between the cheeks of my bottom and almost danced to the rhythm of his strokes. Then they became much harder and I cried out. David was standing in front of me, his legs apart and I could see the bulge between them. As he laid the Cat on harder and faster my moans grew deeper, and I became mesmerised by the growing hardness in David’s Trousers. I wanted his cock so badly now that a new wave of pleasure started to rise up in me. And I realised that I was going to cum. My body started to push itself into the wooden post, and at that moment I begged to be fucked. The whipping suddenly stopped and Master George took hold of the waistband of my skirt and pulled me towards him. “Next time I come here your dictation had better be much improved “he said as he squeezed the clamp on my clitoris together.

“Don’t you dare cum, Pandora, stand straight and thank the Masters for the attention they have bestowed on you” David said as he approached me. I thanked the Masters and fell silent, trying to quell the lust that was seething inside me. Once again I was ignored as the men talked and made their way to stairs. David walked past me heading the same way. I heard him say to the Masters he would be with them shortly. Turning around he came back to the whipping post. Putting the flat of his hand on my back he pushed me into the wood, one finger was all he used to slide between the lips of my pussy, and slowly buried it deep inside me,” Now your ripe Pandora, now your ready for my cock.” he said in a whisper. Then without another word he walked out of the cellar and up the stairs.

His words had sent shivers of excitement right through me. Finally I would know what it would feel like to be fully owned by this man, the man I had come to know as my “Master”

Pandora’s

Chapter 6
A Surprise Revelation

The waiting was killing me; I had been left tied to the whipping post for what seemed like a lifetime. But if the truth be known it was no longer than fifteen minutes. I knew the other Masters had gone, there were no other special clients due to arrive today, and I had heard David lock and bolt the shop door. I rocked backwards and forwards against the post, I even found myself trying to close my legs together against the clitoris clamp, so I could feel the pressure it exerted on my swollen flesh.

“Are you ready for your Masters cock” his voice made me jump out of my skin. He had been in the room and I didn’t even know he was there, he had been watching me, waiting for the right time to reveal his presence. I actually shook with excitement at the way he had announced himself, and shuddered even more as his hands started to pull my skirt down over my legs and down to the floor. Without saying a word he lifted each foot in turn until the skirt was fully off. Next he removed the clitoris clamp, anal jewellery and the nipple clamps. Every time he touched me I moaned, getting nearer and nearer to the orgasm I craved. Eventually, there were no clothes, clamps, or jewellery left to remove. I was completely naked except for the rope that bound my wrists to the whipping post.

My God! I can’t begin to describe the feeling I had when his hands took hold of my hips, and he told me to keep my legs tightly together as his solid cock slid slowly in and out between my closed inner thighs. Long slow movements at first. Each stroke slipping between my swollen lips and gently caressing my clitoris, before he withdrew and started again. Each time he seemed to grow harder and his wetness mingled with mine, then the pace increased and I moaned from my very core as he held my hips even harder. I pushed my bottom out toward him in the hope that he would slip inside me and fuck me. I didn’t have to wait long before I was given the very thing I craved the most, my Masters cock. His energy seemed to grow as did his thrusting. I can’t remember how many orgasms I had, I don’t even remember how he got me to the wooden table, bent me over it and took my arse. I remember the pain at first, but that was short lived as he cajoled and teased every part of my body into submission.

For a long time afterwards I just lay in his arms. It was about 8pm when we left Pandora’s, and he drove me home. When we arrived at my house, he was first out of the car, coming around to the passenger side; he opened the door for me. Once again he pulled me close and his hands moved to the collar around my neck. I really didn’t want him to take it off, because that would mean I would return to being Celia. And I wasn’t ready to take back all the baggage that came with being her. As he removed it and slipped into his pocket he said “Don’t Worry you will be seeing a lot of Pandora, I can promise you that” the warmth in his voice reassured me that he meant what he said. As I went to walk up the drive and into my house he commented that he was looking forward the supper, I was going to cook for him. The days events had made him hungry and jokingly he patted his stomach and said “Even your Master needs feeding” I didn’t know how to answer him, I would have loved nothing more than to invite him to my house, but I knew the sort of reception that would await the both of us. “It’s my mother David, she can be very aloof with strangers, and I don’t want you to feel awkward” I said with a sorry look on my face. Instead of leaving, he took my hand and led me up towards the front door. He joked that he was sure my mother wasn’t as bad as I made her out to be, and not to worry about her reaction to him.

The next thing he did completely took me by surprise, and left me with my mouth agape. He took out his keys from his pocket, selected one and opened my front door with it. Pushing the door wide he ushered me inside, closing the door behind him, then he took my hand and led me towards the living room. My Mother was going to have a fit if a stranger walked into her living room unannounced, I pulled on his hand but his grip was firm, and he led me almost digging my heels into the carpet in an effort to stop going any further. But then it was too late! My mother looked up from her chair her face lit up when she saw him. “David, oh it’s so lovely to see you again so soon”. Her hands outstretched in a warm greeting. “Has everything gone as you planned? She asked him as he took her hands and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. “More than I could of hoped for Kathy” he said. For a moment I just stood there, speechless “I don’t understand, do you two know each other. And why do you have a key to my house?” I said my voice starting to show a little anger. For the first time in a long time my mother began to talk to me, her tone was gentle and caring, a side of her I hadn’t seen for many years.

She went on to tell me that she had known David for many years. There was a time that she had worked at Pandora’s doing the job I had been doing. David had known of my existence from when I had worked abroad, his interest had grown in me from the pictures my mother had shown him. And he had been eager to meet me when I returned home. But she said I had become distant and very withdrawn and felt that I wouldn’

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