Then the doorbell rang ….

"Oh, shit … I bet its the neighbor wanting me to watch her kid again", she muttered. Without bothering to check through the peephole, she swung the door wide with the words already on her lips, "Janie, I’d like to watch …." The sentence died out as she saw that it wasn’t her neighbor. Her hands flew in reflex to her throat and her eyes first widened and then lowered in respect. "Master, so wonderful to see you.", she breathed softly. (And Christ! How *unexpected*!, she thought)

Her face flushed a deep crimson as the surprise of the moment and the guilt of her very recent words and thoughts overtook her. This blush did not go unnoticed by the tall slender man with steel blue eyes who stood at the door. He was older than the young girl by a considerable bit, but there were laugh lines at his eyes and he had the strong body of a man who doesn’t spend all day in front of the TV. Some would even call him rangy and the closely trimmed red beard and mustache framed his chiseled face. His shortish blond hair had only a few grays in it and was still full. "You have been wicked again, haven’t you. "slave"? he chuckled. Before she could stop herself, the words spilled from her lips, which had already started to pout a bit… "Oh no, Master, I have been a delightful girl!" The lean man gently lifted her chin and looked in her large liquid blue eyes… "Dear one, tell the truth, you have been impatient for me again, haven’t you" "Yes, Master" "I’ll wager you have even been talking to yourself about it, haven’t you", he queried. "Yes master", her eyes growing larger. (how does he *know* these things??) "And you’ve been upset about this "liquid sunshine", am I not right"

The tears sprang to her eyes and he took her into his arms there in the doorway. "I understand, kitten, I was young and impatient once , and even *I* still get depressed at the damp weather here. There is only one real way to get over it…." Before he could continue, the young girl looked at him, eyes still moist, but with a hopeful hint of mischief and giggled, "take me in the bedroom and spank me into forgetting it, master" He stifled a laugh and tweaked her nipple through her baggy sweatshirt. "No, but we can start with a present." The surprised squeak she emitted was brought about by the sharp, but not unpleasant pain in her nipple, which perked hard under the soft cloth *and* by her love of the *presents* her master often brought her. "Gimme, gimme!" she blurted, bouncing on her little feet. His eyebrow cocked, her Master warned, "Patience … we were going to work on patience, weren’t we" Chastened, the girl lowered her eyes and stopped bouncing. "Yes, Sir … sorry, Sir… now *gimme*, SIR!"

Laughing in that deep full way he had, he reached under the oiled-cotton duster he was wearing and extracted a simply wrapped package, tied with a bit of cord. "Oh master, please….come inside and let me open it!", she exclaimed. "No, little one, open it here at the door". Puzzled, but knowing better than to question her Master’s sometimes quirky methods, she looked around to make sure no prying eyes were about and knelt at his feet, head bowed and hands held up and out. "Please master, may I have my present now" She reacted like an excited child (which is, in fact her very nature) as the package was laid in her palms. She looked up with happy eyes and gushed her appreciation and then, amenities over, ripped into the package…

"A new nightgown master"

"Of a sort, slave"… Stand up, dear" She rose to her feet and held the garment at shoulder height in front of her. A very simple gown, with strap shoulders; ankle-length, secured in the front by a row of plain buttons from the bodice to mid thigh, it was made of sheer soft cotton. The girl looked at the cloth in her hands, a bit perplexed, since her Master was usually given to more *extravagant* gifts, such as the jeweled collar she wore for him. "Go to the bedroom and put it on for me, slave", he said calmly. "Yes, Sir .. won’t you be joining me", she asked. "No, child, I will wait here for you" (This was very unusual, she thought to herself, since her Master took such pleasure in watching her undress.)

He smiled appreciatively as she padded on bare feet around the corner and into the bedroom. He took the opportunity to reach into the hall closet to fetch her raincoat; the same one he had given her as a welcoming gift to the land of perpetual drizzle. Reaching to the closet shelf, he also took her floppy's s’wester rain hat and chuckled at how much she resembled a cartoon duck in the yellow hat and slicker. Granted, a very *sexy* cartoon duck! He was thankful this was a warm rain, so he didn’t take her shoes from the closet floor, but leaned back against the doorway to wait his pet.

"Well, Master … what do you think of this, Sir" she asked as she skipped into the foyer. He smiled at the sight of the lovely girl in front of him. The cotton was sheer enough to hardly conceal her flesh, the pink of her hard little nipples shown clearly , as did the small tuft of downy soft hair between her legs. "Very pretty, sweet one, very pretty indeed." he responded, a looks of satisfaction crossing his features. "*Now* can we go play, Master?… Huh? Huh" she giggled excitedly. "An excellent idea, kitten .. we shall go play." The Master said, handing the slicker and rain hat to the girl.

"Sir???" *blink*

"Put these on, slave … we are going for a bit of a walk."

"But Masterrrrrrrrrrrr!!! …. It’s *raining*!"

He turned her quickly away from him, and gave her round ass a firm hard swat that stung her under her new gown. "Now, slave… and no more of your petulant whining", he spoke firmly. As she recovered silently from the burning heat of her bottom, He helped her into her slicker and placed the hat over her short blond hair, raising the brim in front to sluice the water away from her face. Taking her by the hand, he lead her out into the wet Washington State afternoon.

They walked through the neighborhood, past all the houses where mothers dealt with children who wanted to play in the rain, where husbands sat watching football and drinking beer. Past the homes where the older folks tried to ease the pains in their joints brought on by the damp and continued on until they were out of the immediate area where the girl lived. She was barely able to contain her displeasure at being dragged out into this mess and muttered under her breath constantly. Stopping short for a moment, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her chin and took her mouth in a soft kiss, the rain wetting her upturned face. The touch of his lips on hers and the gentle probing of his tongue excited in her the familiar warm glow that always started in her center when he kissed her like this. She opened herself to him and greedily sucked at his tongue, moaning into his mouth, begging for more by pressing her soft body to him. He broke the kiss, however, and eased her away from him just as the slow drizzle became a steady rain.

Her eyes met his as he looked down at her rain-washed pink face and grew large as he began to release the closures of her raincoat. "Sir!!! What are you doing? If this flimsy gown gets wet, it will be quite transparent!", she exclaimed. Then her mouth pursed into an "O" as she realized what her Master had in mind. "Master!…. here?… on these streets? …. But the "people" who might see!" As the last clasp gave up its hold, he let the raincoat lie loose and open across her shoulders…..It hung for a moment and then a gust of wind took hold under the flap and lifted it aside, letting the warm steady rain wash down her front. It was as she had feared, she might have well been naked under the slicker as the water transformed the front of her gown into a clear, clinging gossamer skin, plastered to her breasts and belly. As the breeze abated, the slicker closed, mercifully covering her from sight. She wrapped her arms around it to hold it closed, but then lowered her tiny hands, clenched into tight fists, to her sides as she saw the look of displeasure on her masters face, his brow pinched into the familiar frown when she had done something not to his liking.

"Now, my little damp duckling, we continue our stroll on this fine day…"

As they continued their walk, the wind would lift the slicker away from her body, allowing anyone fortunate enough to be looking from their dry homes a view of her wet breasts and graceful legs as the rain soaked her gown to her. A lovelier second skin could not be imagined. He led her across a broad lawn to the local park, her soft pink feet leaving tiny footprints in the lush green grass. Rain is a good thing for grass, and in this part of the country, green, rain, and lush go hand in glove. He guided her to a low depression in the park, filled with about 3 inches of cool standing water, the rain causing dimples across its expanse. He stopped her at the edge of the gathered water and pulled her lips to his own, again kissing her tenderly and taking the sweet flavor of her mouth on his own lips. As he held her in his arms and let his mouth make delicious love to hers, he took the hat from her blond locks. The rain soon reduced her tresses to adorable dripping strings that curled over her forehead and behind her ears. She was so lost in the desire of her Master’s kiss that she scarce noticed, and only whimpered slightly as he removed the slicker from her shoulders and let it fall to the wet grass.

"Slave," he murmured as he broke the kiss , "I want you to go stand in yon puddle." "Masterrrrrrrrrr!!!!", she exclaimed with an incredulous voice, losing her "place" for a moment. "I am soaking wet! And any one who passes by can see me as if I were naked!" Her Master, with a swift stinging blow across her heaving breast instantly reminded her of her station. She dropped immediately to her knees in the wet green and hugged him about the knees, all thought of "propriety" swept away by her training. "Master, dear Sir, I beg you not to make me do this thing, you *know* how shy I am when so exposed! Sir, please, conceal me, take me in your arms, lead me home and whip me if you so desire, but I beseech you, let me cover myself!" Saying this, she lowered her lips to his feet and kissed his boot.

The Master growled low and took her forcibly by the hair, half walking and half dragging her to the middle of the new pond. "Slave, you have disappointed me. It is my intent to teach you the glory of this place *including* its rain and I *will* not be denied. Now stand." Sobbing, the slave stood, her tears indistinguishable from the rain that beaded and broke down her cheeks. The tall man moved back to the edge of the gathered water some few paces away and, crouching and sitting back on his heels spoke evenly to her.

"You know, slave, one of the things you do that I find both endearing and at times sparks my ire at you is the way you stamp your foot when you are frustrated or angry. Now speak true, are you a bit frustrated right now" The young girl snuffled back a sob … "Sir, I am"….."And are you just a *tad* angry with your Master? You may look at me, dear one." The young girl, standing as revealed as can be imagined lifted her quivering chin and met her Master’s eyes. "Yes, Sir, I *am* angry!" and without thinking, she did as her Master knew she would and stamped her foot, sending a jet of very cool water up between her legs, against her pussy and ass. Her squeal as the cold water met her warm private flesh caused her Master to howl in mirth, further infuriating the girl, who reflexively stamped her foot again. This time, however, her effort was rewarded by the slippery nature of the grass as she lost her footing and sat back hard in the water, setting off wavelets that ringed out from her splay-legged form. The child in her took over and she began to pound the water with her hands and feet, screaming in petulant rage.

Her Master watched and was glad that the rain hid the sudden flush of moisture to his eyes. She was so beautiful, hair stuck to her face, breasts and thighs curved and full. Even her sex was visible, the cloth of the gown painted to her bare-shaven cunny. He adored her.

As her energy waned with the peak and passing of her fit, she looked at him, and the look in her eyes changed from one of passionate anger to a bit of a smile. Suddenly, she was overcome by the knowledge of how she must look to him and she began to giggle and then to laugh outright in that clear way she had. Completing the spectacle, she threw herself on her back and began thrashing the water with her legs and hands… even going so far as to make "water angels". Her Master watched, smiling at first, but then a new feeling took him and he stood, walked to her and pulled her from her watery repose into his arms. Carrying the girl from the tiny lake, her arms about his neck, he stopped only long enough to retrieve her hat and raincoat.

A few yards away, partially secluded by the ever present greenery, was a picnic area. He strode purposely to it and sat his slave at the edge of the long table, her legs dangling. Without a word, he took the gown at bottom of the split and pulled it apart, sending the small buttons off like popcorn and baring her completely to his burning gaze. As the girl watched, too surprised to speak, he released the belt securing his own duster and then freed his rigid cock from the confines of his trousers.

"Oh God, Master, you are going to take me *here*?.. In the open? His intent was made clear when he pushed her back on the table and, standing at the edge, lifted her legs high and apart and, with a single stroke, buried himself in his slave’s molten pussy.

She cried out in a long arching scream of passion as he took her completely, driving hard into her belly. "Oh, my sweet Master, yesssssssssssssss!", she wailed as he split her sex with the thick, rude ram of his manhood. He looked down at her as the rain became a wind-whipped deluge, water sheeting off her near naked body and streaming over her breasts and belly. He pushed her knees up over his shoulders and took those firm breasts in his hands, kneading the mounds roughly and twisting the nipples cruelly, pulling them and pinching them hard. His breathing came in deep gulps of air as he consumed his slave. The water running down her legs mixed with the creamy slickness of her, allowing him to glide into her as into oiled silk. Her cries turned to moans and incoherent grunts as he assailed her body, using it to satisfy his need to possess her, to assert his mastery over her.

Her cunt clutching at his cock and milking him began to spasm around him and she looked up at him, face streaming wet and with wide blue eyes as her climax came near. "MmmMmmMmmasterrrrrrrrr, oh god, Master, please *unnnnnghhhhhhhh* *please* release me!", she cried into the wind. "Please, oh please, give me my release word! He looked into her tormented eyes as he rocked repeatedly into her, rolling his hips to strike her deepest sweet spots. Leaning forward to brace his hands against the table, her body pinned by his ravaging cock, he lowered his lips near to his slaves ear, hearing her breathing coming in ragged gasps, her breasts rolling with the force of his thrusts. He uttered a single word …"Littledove"

Her climax was shattering, her eyes frozen wide as if in terror, and then clenching shut as her orgasm tore through her, rending her psyche as the lightening rent the sky. Her cry of delicious anguish was matched only by the immediate crackling explosion of thunder. Her sex clamped in a rigid spasm, locking her to her Master, the convulsion triggering his own explosion. Taking her thighs in his hands he pulled her hard to him as he savaged her … slamming himself deep into her and ejaculating with hot exquisite force into her belly, wave after throbbing burning wave of thick cum jetting into her until she overflowed and the seed spilled out and ran with the rain water into the cleft of her ass. Her nails bit into his upper arms and left long angry red streaks as a second orgasm followed for her, brought on by the knowledge that her Master had once again fulfilled himself in his willing slave’s body. Her cries of passion were replaced by tears and sobbing of joy as he expended the last of his man-seed into her.

The rain suddenly abated and the girl was taken by a sudden chill as her Master withdrew from her tender flesh. As he was about to slip his cock back inside his trousers, she moved shakily to her knees and, taking his half erect cock in her mouth, cleaned the combined juices of their passion from him, her tongue lapping and cleansing him entirely. Then she gently tucked him away and secured his trousers and raincoat. He helped her to her feet on shaky legs and made to pull the drenched gown together in front, but she simply peeled it from her shoulders and stood stark naked in front of him. He had never in all his years seen such a lovely sight and had to feign clearing the rain from his brow to hide the blur of his emotion. "You are a very pleasing slave, dear one.", the words from his lips bringing a blush to the girl’s cheeks. He then took her slicker and helped her into it. She gently stopped his hand as he started to fasten the closures and then took the hat from him, and, turning the brim back, set it over her sodden curls as they walked back.

Two days later, she sat at her computer and a smile danced at her lips as she watched the rivulets of water begin to flow down the window from the first of the days showers and felt the wetness begin to flow between her legs.