Morgan Reynolds: The Story of Shae (The Pagen's Hold Chronicles)

Chapter 5

A chill shot through my spine. This is really it! A brand new chapter in my life.

“Miss Reynolds, you may get my door.”

“Yes Master Pagen.” I stepped out of the car and quickly walked around to open her door.

“Grab your bag, and follow me inside.”

She escorted me to her office and closed the door behind us. “Put your bag down there and wait.”

She went to her desk and pulled an elaborately carved box out from one of the drawers. She unlocked it and opened the lid. Then she pulled a tablet out from her desk drawer and placed it on the desk. She appeared to be going through some menus and eventually she let out a sigh of relief. “Before we get any further here, Miss Reynolds, I think there is one very important order of business we must address, wouldn’t you agree?”

I looked at her with anticipation. “Yes Master Pagen.”

“And what is that?” She asked.

Uuuh. I was not prepared for this- I have no idea. “I do not know Master Pagen. It is my job to trust and obey you.”

“Very good save, Miss Reynolds.” She pulled a blue leather collar out of the box. It had a single D-ring on the front and a single buckle on the back. Below the D-ring a tab of leather and steel came down and supported a pendant.

I let out an audible gasp of excitement at the sight of the collar.

“Strip, Miss Reynolds. Take everything off.”

My heart pounded even more than it did the night of the party. I felt like I was undressed in the blink of an eye and I threw my clothes on my bag.

Master Pagen walked around the desk and stood beside it. She extended her hand and gave the signal for me to kneel, and immediately after, Kiepo; I crawled across the floor and assumed Altor, with my knees approximately three feet from the end of her toes. “Where have you been all these years?” Her words were so soft I could barely hear them. She brought my attention up to her face so she could address me directly. “Miss Reynolds, this is your first collar, a blue collar; what we call the collar of consideration. The buckle on the back does not lock giving you the choice and freedom to remove it if need be. When you wear this collar and you continue to leave it on and display it around your neck, you are re-confirming your consent. You are submitting to the rules, the policies and the actions that take place around here. You are also re-confirming your consent, your dedication, your loyalty and your duty to me and my ownership of you. Is that clear?”

I nodded my head. “Yes Master Pagen.” I answered firmly.

“You will keep this collar on at all times with the exception of showering, only then it may come off. Should you choose to remove your collar as a sign of your withdrawn consent we will immediately enter into Section four point one of the Pagen’s Hold Charter. At that point we will sit down for a minimum of ten minutes and discuss your decision. At the end of that discussion you will have the choice to leave the sanctuary and my ownership permanently or, if you feel the problem has been addressed appropriately, you may decide to continue with your submission to me.”

“I understand Master Pagen.” I confirmed,

“Very well.” She walked behind me and placed the collar around my neck. She pulled it snuggly and then loosened it slightly to a comfortable fit. “How does that feel?” She asked softly.

Waves of emotion washed through me. “Amazing Master Pagen.” I might as well have melted into a puddle on the floor.

I heard her laugh through her breath. “Good.” She walked in front of me once more. “For as long as you are under my direction and ownership, you will no longer be known as Miss Morgan Reynolds. From now on your slave name is Shaelynn, or more simply put, Shae.”

“Thank you Master Pagen.”

She pointed to her knee and I moved forward to kiss it. As I did she ran her fingers through my hair sending chills across my body. She guided my head so my cheek was against the outside of her thigh, then she continued to run her fingers over my head. My n*****s were so hard and so turned on they almost hurt. Not to mention the wetness between my legs. I would be worried about dripping on the floor but instead I am in such a state of bliss at this moment that I just don’t care.

Master Pagen withdrew and I returned to my kneeling position before her. My breathing was ragged and my head was wobbly. “When you are ready, Shae, I’ll show you to your quarters.”

I was shown to my quarters on the lower floor and they are very small; enough for a twin bed, a small desk and a small wardrobe. Across the hall the washrooms and showers are an open concept locker-room style. Beside those is a large closet dubbed ‘The Lint Trap’ where fresh bedding, towels and uniforms are stored. Much of the clothes are a medical scrub type of cloth but their design varies considerably. Generally it is personal choice with the exceptions being white for kitchen use, blue for cleaning and a tan-brown for outdoor work. Master Pagen had me dress in white scrubs and my runners before leaving. It was nearly lunch time and following that I was going to be busy in the kitchen preparing for dinner.

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Kitchen duties were surprisingly fun. Anthony and Natalie maintained an active conversation while we worked which really made the time pass by quick. I gained some valuable insights regarding the inner workings of the sanctuary and they were more than willing to answer some of my thousands of questions too. This week I will be largely shadowing and helping out in a variety of places to get an idea of the different duties and routines. Next week the bulk of my training will begin as Master Pagen will start directly working with me more. At 5:30 dinner was ready for serving.

On weekends the sanctuary members would typically filter through the cafeteria adjacent to the kitchen. Master Pagen and Mistress Meadows often join the guests at formal lunches and dinners. Currently many of the patrons are considered high-profile guests and represent various b**m-related groups across North America. Instead of making time to meet with them one at a time, group discussions are addressed at meals.

During the week we try to sit down for formal dinners. Master Pagen is almost always home in the evenings and she uses this time to engage with the slaves and other members of the sanctuary. Tonight is no exception and we are all meeting in the main dining room for dinner.

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Everyone was seated at the table; Master Pagen, James and Ryan, Mistress Meadows and her five slaves too.

Master Pagen stood up and addressed us all. “Good evening. I am sure everyone here is well aware of this by now, but I would like to formally welcome and introduce my latest prospective slave, Shaelynn, or Shae for short.”

Everyone seated at the table gave me a welcoming applause. Mistress Meadows rose her glass to me. “It’ll be odd not seeing you at the café but I am happy you have decided to come explore the rabbit hole. Welcome.”

I felt overwhelmed with the welcome and my eye wanted to tear up a bit. “Oh my. Thank you all for such a warm welcome. I hope I can live up to Master Pagen’s expectations and I am looking forward to learning the ropes from you all.”

The dinner conversation was very interesting. We discussed the night of the party and how wide-eyed I was to see people there that I didn’t expect to see. I also explained how exciting it was to have read the books and recalled where some of the scenes had taken place. Apparently some of the rooms had changed since then as the bed and breakfast had already expanded. I was fascinated to hear that Master Pagen had actually commented that she was genuinely impressed with my skills during the competition. It made me feel really good about myself and I want to push myself to impress her further. One thing that was quite unexpected was Ryan; the night of the party he had a perfect southern drawl while he was checking everyone in and out. As it turns out that’s actually not his accent and he’s just as local as it gets.

After dinner I assisted with dishes and was given the remainder of the night to settle in before bed. I used the time to setup my quarters and unpack all ten or so items out of my bag. When that was done I put my attention on the tablet computer and realized I didn’t have a login or any idea what I was doing. I took a stroll down the hall and heard some conversation coming from the nook. I didn’t notice this earlier but across from the lint trap is a small room called the nook. It’s just a few comfy chairs and a table that can fit between them. This serves as a gathering area for the slaves so they can socialize and unwind when time permits. Anthony, Angela and Natalie were all playing a card game and it sounded like they were having great fun.

“Shae! Come join us!” Angela greeted me.

“What are you guys playing?” I asked

“It’s called Sloppy Subs. We’ll show you how to play if you want.”

“That sounds like a fun game! I uh- actually was hoping someone could help me for a minute?”

“Sure! What’s up?” Angela asked. The others placed their cards down as if they were all ready to jump in and help.

“I wanted to check out my tablet computer thing and I don’t know how to log into it.” I explained.

Angela jumped out of her seat. “It’s really easy once it’s paired. I’ll show you.”

The two of us returned to my room and she explained it to me. Turns out the pendant on my collar has some magic qualities to it; There’s a wireless tag that allow the tablets to read it and connect to your account. Once the first link is setup, you get your login name and can make a password. Then I could have full access to a system I knew nothing about. Exciting! In the interest of being sociable I brought my tablet out to the nook and tried to learn what I was doing while the others played cards and explained things as they went.

I finished my first Daily Email and got ready for bed. According to the schedule I was required to be ready for the day by four in the morning for chamber duties to Master Pagen. I snuggled into bed and turned out my light.

--- Daily email for July 20, 2015 ---

Dear Master Pagen,

Today has been such an incredible day. It started early when you picked me up from home and brought me to the café. I helped receive the grocery truck and the mail then ate breakfast. I was taken to the doctor’s office next for a full physical – I’ve never had one of those before.

We made it to the sanctuary grounds where I got my new collar! I can’t believe how it made me feel to have it put on my neck. I love it!

My quarters feel small but I guess I will hardly be in them anyway. I found working in the kitchen with Anthony and Natalie very enjoyable. They kept the conversation going when I wasn’t asking them a million questions.

It was nice to see everyone at dinner tonight. Everyone here seems so chill down to earth and I feel like fitting in won’t be difficult.

Now I have the rest of the night off. I can’t wait to see what’s in store tomorrow.

Morgan

--- End of Message ---

The room was dark and I heard someone quietly moving around me. I tried to turn on the light but my arm feels like it’s tied to the bed, in fact all of my limbs are. I squirmed against the binds and then the person smoothly crawled on the bed between my legs. I felt fingers gliding their way up my smooth legs and gently grabbing at my hips.

“Who are you?” I demanded in protest as I couldn’t do much else.

“Shhh!” my captor responded. Their hands and body were warm as I could feel the heat radiating off of them. They hovered over me in the darkness and I had a hand over my face.

I immediately started to panic and flailed my head from side to side and in an instant I noticed a scent and a cooling wetness across my face. It was strong and feminine. I felt ever so slightly at ease. “Who are you?” I asked again with a less demanding tone of voice.

They moved down my body and positioned themselves between my legs. I felt a woman’s breast drag along my thigh as they moved. Then fingers gently tickled and teased inside my legs. I want to fight. I want to protest. I want to demand they identify who they are! I- I- Mmm- Ohm- God that feels good! My body is calming down and my upset is transforming into raw s****l excitement. Fingers traced their way up along my body around my hips, gently tickling my sides and working up my ribs, then up the length of my arms as the person stood over me for a better vantage. Their tickling fingers changed direction at the ropes on my wrists and they glided along the inside of my arms now sending even more erotic waves though my body. Tracing across my shoulders, around the base of my neck and across my chest, the fingers explored their way to my incredibly hard and sensitive n*****s perched proudly atop my breasts. A hand supported the side of my breast while simultaneously a tongue teased one n****e and fingers squeezed the other. I gasped at the sensation as I lusted for more. The person’s body pressed against mine. My leg felt their pelvis delicately rubbing against me confirming they were most certainly female. Breasts pushed against my stomach while fingers, lips and tongue continued to work on my hard, telling n*****s. I am fading into the moment now. The alluring sensations are making me drunk on pleasure. My hips are building a rhythmic gyration now and I am squirming, not from fear or protest but begging, pleading my captor for more, give me your raw carnal pleasure!

“Hm hm hm” My captor very softly laughed as they withdrew from my breasts with a smooching release. “Hello slutty.” They whispered in my ear before blowing on my damp n****e.

It instantly felt frozen and I uncontrollably gasped in surprise while my body tried to contort in a near-orgasmic wave. I no longer care who my captor is. I no long care what their intentions are. All I want now is more; more pleasure, more sensation, more eroticism. For god sakes don’t stop now! I wanted to cry out and beg for more but tracing, tickling fingertips seemed to be reading my mind and my aching s****l desires. The woman moved down my body and between my legs. Tracing her fingers on my inner thighs, they moved inward toward my now slutty, pleading slit. If my body was aching and begging for more, she, my slit, was mercilessly demanding it. I parted my legs as wide as I could make them while fingers grasped on either side of my slit spreading my lips apart. I felt my wetness drip across my lips and channel down between by cheeks, tickling my butt as they dripped. The woman paused for a second inhaling my scent, my demanding carnal aroma and then ever so gently a tongue touched the very base of my lips. My body shook in surprise but the tongue didn’t react. Instead it continued to glide its way up the length of my slit, widening and flattening out so as to lick as wide of an area as possible. One single, slow, deliberate movement from the bottom to top. Then it hit my c**t and the sensation was overwhelming and too much to handle. Like a bolt of lightning my body tensed up, my loins squeezed and I lifted off the bed in pure orgasmic release. I wasn’t human, I wasn’t tied to the bed, I was a sack of lusting organs flying in the heavens and raining my joy upon all. I’ve squirted in orgasm before but never before like this. Lips wrapped around mine and the tongue, oh my god that tongue! It passionately explored my depths and massaged my g-spot while I gushed in my euphoria. I moaned or screamed or begged in my mindless orgasmic writhing. I don’t know what I did; In fact I don’t care what I did.

Arms wrapped under my legs elevating my pelvis for better access. I hardly had the chance to catch my breath. Hands and fingers spread me open again, even wider this time and the tongue, oh that tongue wasn’t finished! It began at the base of my slit again, wide and firm it pressed into me and as if on command I rode a second orgasmic wave even more powerful than the first. This time the tongue wasn’t licking my g-spot, but instead it was circling my cervix. How deep and filling it felt! My juices burst out of me in an unstoppable surge and washing down my belly. Leaving streams of coolness down my sides and splashing my breasts.

The woman withdrew for a few seconds as I caught my breath. Her breathing was elevated but nothing like mine. My breathing was ragged and desperate as I gasped for air while my heart pounded out of my chest. This position forced extra blood to my head and I could feel every heartbeat throbbing in my brain.

“One more.” The woman whispered.

I was going to say something in response. Then that tongue dove into me and any possibility of forming a single cohesive sentence instantly evaporated.

Her tongue moved up to my c**t and her warm lips wrapped around it. Her tongue was massaging it gently from below while the most gentle pulsating sucking brought me to the edge of yet another orgasm. I lingered there for what seemed like an eternity; like getting thrown into the clouds and just at the weightless crest of what is soon to be a very long free fall. I lingered. Then that weird sensual bliss instantly ended as her tongue dove deep inside of me. I gasped, I screamed, I sprayed and shook and I has such a powerful orgasm I’m sure I turned inside out for a minute. Every cell of my body receiving a release so intense I didn’t know I could handle it. The woman released me and seemingly vanished. My bonds disappeared. I tried to speak but only garbled jibber jabber came out. I wasn’t laying in bed, I was stuck to the bed because it was on the ceiling. Nothing makes sense.