His Belonging - An Erotic Tale (2 page)

That gets me to this point. That's pretty much the encapsulation
of my entire life, so you can see how I might prefer the life I'm
living now to how I was trapped before. I belong to you now, you can
give me away if you like, or sell me if you can find a buyer, or do
whatever you like with me. I'm your belonging, your possession to do
with as you please.”

With that Courtney cast her eyes towards the floor of the car and
resumed her silence.

Blake couldn't believe his eyes and ears. He was a bouncer, he
spent hours each shift checking identification and had learned how to
spot the tells of someone who was lying. As far as he could tell,
everything Courtney had just told him was the truth or at least she
believed it was herself. If what she had said was really the truth
then he had no idea what he was going to do next.

Blake had sworn off of women a while back, after he caught his
third girlfriend in a row cheating on him. They thought that because
he was a bouncer he was some sort of super aggressive type. They
never stopped to think that you really didn't want your bouncers to
be hyper-aggressive. Blake was as aggressive as most other guys, you
could certainly push him past his limits, get him angry and
aggressive, but it wasn't the way he lived his life on a regular
basis. He'd fought a hard battle to bury parts of his aggressive
nature years ago and still managed to keep those parts in check. It
seemed to him that his ex-girlfriends had all thought that since he
wasn't hyper-aggressive he must be a pushover.

It didn't help that he was fairly well off. He only worked because
he needed to do something with his time. His grandfather, who had
raised him after his parents' died when he was fourteen, had left him
a fairly hefty inheritance. Even after taxes it was enough to set up
some trusts and annuities that took care of all of his expenses and
even a few luxuries as well. So when his ex-girlfriends discovered he
was well off and thought he was a pushover, they tried to take
advantage of it.

After the third one in a row, Blake had sworn off of women for a
while. His internet got more usage from surfing porn sites and his
right arm got more exercise but that was less trouble than dealing
with dumping gold digger after gold digger that tried to treat him as
a pushover.

Now he was presented with a woman, who he would freely admit was
attractive to him, with a story that, if true, would solve all the
problems he had experienced with prior girlfriends. Although he
wasn't sure just how submissive Courtney would be or how submissive
he would like her to be. For the moment he was going to take her
story at face value but as soon as they got to his place he'd put it
to the test.

Blake started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Courtney
pulled her gaze up from the floor and out of the corner of his eye he
could see a questioning look on her face. When he noticed the look on
her face he commented:

“Yes, I'm going to take your story at face value for now.
But if you're lying to me, you better run when we get to my place,
before we get inside. I'm going to test that story out because it
sounds so outrageous to me, that means testing you out so if you're
lying and can't back up that story, you better run like hell when I
park the car. I've been mistreated by a few too many women recently
and wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the next one to do so.”

“Yes Master, I'll be more than happy to provide proof of my
story in any way you request of me.”

Blake wondered to himself if she was intentionally ignoring his
request to call him Blake or if the 'Master' was a self-defense
mechanism. He had probably sounded a little hostile when making his
last statement since the multiple betrayals still stung him to his
core. It did tell him that she wasn't totally slavish to commands
though, assuming her story was true.

Blake's house was only about a fifteen minute drive from the mall.
It wasn't quite suburbia, the building lots were too big, but it also
wasn't a super high class area of town. Call it an upper middle class
neighborhood that had been developed from a small town which had
bordered the suburban sprawl of the big city. He was sure that within
a decade or two, suburbia would somehow manage to swallow this area
into its ever-devouring maw but for the time being, it was a nice
medium-sized house on a full acre that had been landscaped with
several fruit trees and an area for a garden. Plenty of room and then
some for a single man, but he had never planned on remaining single
forever and had made preparations in advance for his plans.

Courtney looked up at the house when she got out of the car. She
looked at the driveway and the empty garage, over to Blake, then back
to the house.

“Is this place all yours?”

“Yes, it is. I don't have any roommates if that's what you
mean.”

“It's beautiful, I don't think I've seen a back yard garden
since I was a child. Are those apple trees?”

“There are a couple of apple trees, plus a couple of pear
trees, and one old walnut back in the far corner.”

Courtney shook her head dreamily:

“I never did thank you for keeping Raymond from hitting me
again. It isn't my place to complain about what my owner does to me
but I'm not fond of being beaten. I hope you don't think it
impertinent for me to say that.”

“No, it isn't impertinent. I don't think I really understand
your position though. How can you claim to be a possession but also
claim to have preferences.”

“Think of me like a pet, maybe? Your cat or dog doesn't want
to be kicked, it wants to be petted and fed. It's still
your
cat or dog though, your possession. Does that help you see my
position?”

“Not really, but it gives me something to work with.”

“Do you actually work that garden? If you keep me, would you
mind if I did?”

“Some, I haven't used the whole thing, it was too big for
just me. But I do plant about a quarter of it. You're welcome to
plant the rest if I let you stay, or the whole thing if you can grow
what I normally would grow for myself.”

Blake began to walk towards the front door, Courtney following
along behind.

“What do you normally plant?”

“I plant spinach for myself, also onions, garlic, tomatoes,
carrots, snow peas, broccoli, and potatoes. I blush to admit the last
but they taste so much better when you harvest your own. I also
normally put in a few other things to try each year. Just small
patches of the others but that's how I decided to add snow peas to my
list. The onions and garlic are already down for this coming season.
Plus, if you like gardening, there's an herb box in the back yard
that you can't see from here.”

“Herbs? What kind do you have?”

“I have a few rose bushes bordering it that I harvest the
rose hips from. In the herb box I have some mint varieties that are
heavily sectioned off from everything else, some anise hyssop,
borage, lemon balm, and chamomile. I don't grow much for show,
everything is either edible or is designed to draw in insects to
pollinate the rest of the plants. My grandfather used to provide all
his own vegetables and makings for herbal teas. I guess I picked up
the habit from him, it was reinforced after eating the commercially
available versions of the same things he grew.”

“My mom used to grow lots of our food when I was growing up.
Nothing tasted better than food straight from the garden to the
table. I still miss it sometimes.”

“Well, maybe you won't have to miss it so much any more. It
isn't straight from the garden but I normally grow more than I can
use in the summer and can or dehydrate my extras to use the rest of
the year. We can use some in tonight's dinner if you like.”

Blake paused to unlock his door. Up until a couple of years back,
he didn't even bother to lock it most of the time but since lots of
the local houses had gone up for sale or been foreclosed on, he no
longer knew a lot of the people living around him and thought it
safer to keep it locked all the time.

“And here is my home, since you haven't run I'm guessing
that you're prepared to back up your story?”

“I'm looking forward to it actually, if you want me to back
it up the way I'm hoping you do.”

Blake escorted her into his home. He took his own coat off and
hung it up. Despite the chilly late winter weather Courtney hadn't
had a coat with her. Taking her duffel bag, he escorted her into the
living room of his house. He placed her duffel on the coffee table
and turned to look at her:

“You don't mind if I look inside your bag, do you?”

“Go right ahead, since it's mine and I'm yours, it is yours
by extension.”

Blake shook his head again when she claimed him as her owner but
opened the bag up. Inside it contained two full changes of clothing,
a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a hair brush, a small cosmetics kit, a
few other hygienic items, and not much else except for a single book.
The lone book in the bag reinforced to Blake that Courtney was a
person, not a belonging. Her actions, however, indicated that she
believed otherwise. Idly he picked up the book and scanned the title,
it was 'The Hobbit', one of Tolkien's classics. He had a copy of it
himself on the shelf in his library upstairs.

“Do you read much Courtney?”

“I love to read when I have access to books.”

“Do I have a surprise for you then. I'll show you later on.”

“Thank you, I think. I may thank you again later depending
on what the surprise is. I know you wanted to test me now but do you
have a shower I could use? Raymond hadn't let me shower in a couple
of days and I feel really grungy.”

“Certainly you can use the shower. I'm sorry I didn't show
you where things were already, let me give you the nickel tour then
the shower is all yours. I'll show you the downstairs later on, the
basement is unfinished but I still use it some.”

Blake took Courtney through the upper stories of the house,
showing her where things were. He specifically left off the library
for his surprise later on. Once he had showed her around he took her
to the second floor bathroom, which had the shower he used himself
and was the cleanest one in the house, and told her to help herself
to anything she might need. Within a minute of closing the door he
heard the shower start running.

Blake had settled into the couch in the living room, book in hand.
He only had part of his mind on the book, the rest was on how he
should test Courtney. So far he had decided on ordering her to strip
since he figured if her story was true she shouldn't have a problem
with that. If the story wasn't true he couldn't see her willingly
stripping in front of a stranger. Beyond that he figured he could
order her to give him head and he'd know if she was as good as she
claimed. He hadn't given it any thought beyond that yet. None of it
would prove her story beyond a doubt but he couldn't figure out a way
that he could test her completely in a quick fashion. Time would
tell, but there was no fast way to test it that he could think of.

He was really puzzled though since if the story wasn't true he
couldn't think of a reason anyone would set up something this
elaborate with himself as the target. Yeah, he'd bounced a few guys
but most of them knew it was coming and more often than not the next
time he saw them they'd apologize for their behavior. Not always, and
there were a few that he had bounced with extreme prejudice, but he
just couldn't see any of them setting this up or how it would benefit
them.

When Blake realized he had just scanned the same page five times
he set the book down on the end table. He realized he was as nervous
as he normally got on the first date with a new girlfriend. He shook
his head wonderingly, evidently his subconscious had gotten his hopes
up that this was for real and maybe he'd finally found a woman that
he didn't have to worry about cheating on him. That was always what
he wondered about someone right before his first date with them. Then
he'd forget his worries if the new girl seemed to like him. So far,
during his adult life, that had gotten him stung repeatedly.

He heard a light sound on the stairs and realized that he hadn't
heard the shower on for a few minutes now.

“I hope you don't mind” said Courtney, “I didn't
want to put those clothes back on without cleaning them and I left
the rest in my bag down here.”

Blake turned and his jaw dropped. Courtney was standing in the
middle of the stairs, nude as the day she was born. Blake could see
everything about her physically from the front. She had dried her
body and hair as best as she could but the hair was still quite damp,
the moisture emphasizing the red highlights near her scalp. The rest
hung tamely down her back so he couldn't see the lighter highlights
at the ends. Her skin was colored as though she had a tan, despite
the time of year. The light yellowish tint he had noticed earlier on
could be seen here and there, highlighting her skin tone. She was
trim and fit all over with just enough softness visible to enhance
her femininity. She had a classic hourglass figure with a large
ribcage, a small waist, and hips that flared out just like the
classic hand gesture used by men for years to describe an attractive
woman's figure.

He could also see her breasts clearly and she had no need to wear
a bra as there was no sag to them whatsoever. He guessed that they
were slightly smaller than the most his hands could hold. Her nipples
were large, erect, and slightly upturned, protruding from hot pink
areolae. Courtney had no hair visible on her body except for that
hanging from her scalp. She had removed the rest of it. Her pussy was
a dark pink and clearly visible to him. When she noticed his gaze
there she subtly shifted her stance to reveal even more of it.