Accidental Master pt 1 (edited)

This story is long and it is my first attempt. I edited to make it an easier read. Let me know how you like it.

Accidental Master pt 1 (edited)

I was in a hurry to get home. I was out of food and needed to stock up on beer and snacks before the game started.

Just as I was grabbing a case of beer from the cooler I heard a woman scream “Oh my God!” I turned around to see what was happening, only to see this beautiful woman kneeling on the ground in front of me and grabbing for my leg. I tried to step back from her, thinking she must have dropped something, or be in pain, but once she had a hold on my leg, she wasn’t about to let go.

“Master!” she cried out.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, warily looking around.

She shook her head as if she were trying to clear it. Then she looked up. When she did, I was treated to the brightest blue eyes that I had ever seen. “What have you done to me?” she asked, her frightened face was showing a great deal of pain. She seemed to struggle to get the words out.

By now, I was more than a little freaked out. I mean, I was born and raised in the South and nobody says Master anymore!

“Please tell me what you did to me Master!” she cried out again.

“Please be quiet.” I said, not wanting to draw attention to the situation. “I didn’t do anything to you. I’ve never seen you before in my life.” And that’s when it got really strange.

She looked up at me like she was going to say something else, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out. Then the panicked look in her eyes got a lot worse. Something was nagging me about the whole situation. Here was a very attractive young woman, kneeling on the floor at my feet, her skirt had ridden up her thighs and exposed two very nice legs. There was the hint of stockings underneath. She had called me “Master”.

About then I noticed that she had pulled out a pen and a note pad out of her purse and was furiously writing on it. I stepped close and she handed me the paper. It read, “I am not crazy but something has happened to me so that I can’t speak.” Then she grabbed it back and wrote something else on it. When she handed it back it read, “You told me to be quiet. Now I can’t speak. Please, humor me and tell me I can talk again Master.”

I looked at her and noticed she was on the verge of tears. Then she bent down and placed her forehead on the toe of my shoe.

Not knowing what else to do, I leaned over and said, “You may talk, but only if you promise to keep your voice down.”

She looked up and with trepidation in her eyes, opened her mouth and very quietly said “Thank you Master.”

“Why are you calling me Master?” I asked her. “I don’t know you do I?”

“No, Master, we have never met.” I noticed that now she was crying as she spoke quietly to me.”I don’t know what is happening. I have never had anything like this happen before, but I was just walking down the aisle, thinking about what to get myself for dinner. Then I glanced up and saw you and felt this need. All of a sudden there was a terrible pain in my head and I had to come over and kneel down.”

I was convinced that she was crazy, but I wanted to know more.

Whatever it was, she continued. “Master, I am sorry for the discomfort this is causing you. I have tried not to call you Master, but I can’t seem to say anything else. And I don’t know your name.” She sobbed and placed her forehead on the ground. “I must seem insane.”

Not knowing what else to do, I knelt down beside her. “My name is Andrew. Listen, why don’t you stand up. We’ll finish our shopping and then we’ll go outside and talk about this, alright?”

She nodded, the relief apparent on her face. “Yes, Master. That would be wonderful.”

I stood back up and held out my hand to her to help her stand up. When she touched my hand, an electric shock that ran through me. I jerked my hand which caused her to slip and fall into me, I fell backwards over the case of beer I had placed on the floor. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor with my head in a woman’s lap, her long brown hair falling down around her face and mine and she was crying and caressing my face.

“What happened Kim?” I asked. Then I remembered what had happened and started to get up.

When I tried to move, she grabbed me. “How did you know my name and what did you do to me Master?” she asked quietly with a frightened look in her eyes, causing her bright blue eyes to go wide.

Her question was a good one. How did I know her name? I thought back again, looking at her face and trying to remember if we had ever met before.

“First stop calling me Master.” I said to her rather harshly as I pulled away from her and started to stand.

“I don’t know how I know your name. I didn’t do anything to you, and to the best of my knowledge we have never met.” I grabbed my case of beer and started to walk away, not even looking back at her to see if she was following me. I thought she might just go away. With the shock that had knocked me out and then her reactions when I woke up, I had to figure this out.

I quickly paid for the beer and snack food and then headed out to my car. I wanted to get home in order to get there in time for kick off.

As I was walking out to my car, I heard someone running up behind me and as I turned, I saw Kim running to catch up to me. She was clutching her head with her hands. She was saying something but I couldn’t tell what it was over the traffic noise from the highway. “Please wait, oh God, please wait Master.” She was repeating over and overI noticed as she got closer. “Please, just let me talk to you for a minute.”

I waited and she still sprinted the last few yards and threw herself at my feet.

“Please wait. Something happened to me when you left Master. I got this terrible pain in my head and the further away you got, the worse the pain was. I was screaming, but all that came out was this quiet voice.”

“Let go of me and stand up.” I replied somewhat angrily. “What do you want from me?”

“Master, I am so sorry this is causing you distress.” She sobbed. “I don’t know what is happening to me. I must be going insane.” And with that, she broke down and cried, large tears pouring from her.

Now I knew at that instant that I could walk away and know that she was going to go to a mental hospital or jail, or I could try to help her. For a moment, just a moment, I thought about leaving her there, letting the police deal with her. But then again I figured she would follow me anyway. So best I can do is just deal with whatever was going on. Besides, what would it be like to have a slave, someone who was compelled to carry out your every command?