A New Begining [Amelia O'Malley]

[dean jones]

Have received a e-mail the day before his new mistress instructed him to meet her at her house though she had not said if he should bring his stuff he figured to put it in his car anyway. It was a beauty he pride, and joy 1965 ford thunder bird convertible that fits five people in it plus the driver. He worked on and fixed up the V-8 engine put in a new gas tank, and fixed up the pipes making it very gas effective. it was a stick shift so it would not lose any speed shifting gears. He hopped in his car, and eased it out to the street as he sped off arriving at the house a half-hour early he parked his car and walked up to the door not knowing what or who to expect. He took a few deep breathes then knocked on the door thinking to himself no matter what may happy this is a new start from her on out. I don't want to go back so no screw ups. He heard some muffled voice coming from the inside as it was getting louder, because the person was nearing the door he did not know who would answer. Looking at the house he thought he was unlucky it was another very wealthy person who bought him. Though he last Mistress put him on sale for a good high price, because of his many skills who ever bought him looked like that would not even put a small dent in their pocket. Then he looked at the door as it swung open.

[amelia astrid o'malley]

Amelia Astrid O'Malley was not your average teenager, in fact there was nothing other than her height that was average about her. She was small enough at 5'6" compared to other girls she knew but height did not bother her. With an IQ rating of 125 she came in way above the teachers at her school, so boredom often set in. With boredom came the need to express herself in other ways, her love of computers and anything remotely technical had been a savior to her in classes where she would otherwise have fallen asleep. Her laptop went everywhere with her, it was the closest thing she had to a best friend though she had plenty of friend friends.

Her sisters had once again been harping on at her to get herself a slave which totally aggravated her. It wasn't that she hated the whole system but the last slave she had even at the age of 16 years old only wanted to have sex with her. Like she cared for all that crap. She got rid of him and had not bothered getting a new one since though she did often go to flick through what was on offer. It so happened that when she did this time around, Dean Jones was up for sale. She liked him from school, they were in the same class but she was seen by many as a rich nerd with emo aspirations and though she could have done what many other mistresses did and assume authority over him and demand his attention she wouldn't. That would be demeaning and it wasn't how she did things.

She bought him, it was no skin off her nose. Her family was bloody loaded after all. Her mother had been thrilled and her sisters were quiet for once. She dressed in her usual unorthodox mode of style, her streaked hair hanging loosely over her shoulders as she checked her watch. For some reason she had butterflies in her stomach. The knock on the door was loud enough to attract the butlers attention.
"Wayne, I got it!" she shouted out from the top of the stairs, well the top of one flight of stairs. The house was five floors high, huge and imposing. Flown brick by bloody brick from Ireland, her family were nuts.
Wayne had obviously not heard her as she sat on the railing and slid down it jumping off at the end and racing in front of him.
"I said I got it!" she waited a moment for him to walk away before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

"Hi Dean" she gave a half smile, a slight shrug as she stood back to let him in, "come on in."
She shoved a hand into the back pocket of her multi-colored jeans before closing the door behind him. Walking upstairs straight away before Wayne came back she beckoned him with a nod of her head to follow her.
"Come on, the less interruptions the better" she showed him up to the third floor where her own bedroom was, it was more like a hotel suite. Huge and well furnished. The bedroom was off to one side, the room she brought him into was the lounge area of her own private suite.

[dean jones]

Amazed as he saw the smartest girl in there class answer the door he smiled a lot more relaxed he had on brief conversation with her before beckoned by his previous owner though he was sure with out interruptions he could talk with her for hours on end. "Hey Amelia how have you been?" he said smile flashing those pearly whites pf his at her as he leaned down, and kissed her other hand that was not in her jeans. He always had thought she was quite, and unique from most other girls. He got in a fight with a boy earlier in that week for saying that he was going to jump, and rape her after school he jumped him before he could touch her. that guy was really shocked when dean came out from behind the guys hiding spot and beat the day lights out of him. Standing back up straight as he followed her to where ever she was leading him. Knowing instantly she was his new mistress thinking the initials she left in the e-mail where very clever enough to hide who she really was yet if he really took the time to think about it he would have the answer. Scanning the room out fully he wondered where would he be staying if in the house at all. "So what are you Rules Amelia, or is it mistress?" he asked looking down at her so he could see her eyes. To him she was not only the smartest girl in school she was the cutest other guys were afraid to hit on her because word got around some how that she was dean's gir which he thought was funny because all he did was beat up that one poor excuse of a guy.

[amelia astrid o'malley]

As she led him up the stairs to where she had her own private quarters she was very much aware of him behind her. Conscious suddenly of her walk and how she might look from the rear she grimaced. Never before had she even considered those type of thoughts. Being the smartest kid in school gave her other things to consider, boys had never really bothered her at all really. She had heard rumors of course, the girls toilets were a breeding ground for the gossipers that her new slave had apparently beaten a guy up for saying something off about her. She didn't know how true it was but had not been able to contain a smile all that day.

"Good Dean, you?" she had tried to sound casual but the guy was the only guy who had ever set butterflies off in her stomach. Something completely unheard of, she had sat up all night on msn to one of her friends, debating her decision to buy him. She couldn't just leave him there for all the vultures to get their hands on him. What if someone like Daynah Rielly a senior had bought him, there would have been no hope for him to survive that train wreck.

She sat down on a dark green bean bag and smiled up at him again, feeling ridiculously shy around him.
"Take a seat, anywhere is fine" there were about another two bean bags, a huge sofa and two armchairs in the room all centered around a huge plasma screen and computer system that she simply adored.

"Rules? oh yeah rules... right" she pushed herself up again and bit her lip. Maybe she should have considered making a list of them the night before as well. Walking over towards a door at the end of the sitting area she indicated two large ornate double doors to her right.
"That's my room, off limits" was all she said to him on that matter, before coming to the single more plain door at the end. Opening it up she stepped inside.
"Don't mind the decor for some reason they got this room done like a pirate was going to live here" she turned to him again shrugging slightly, "Are you ok with living here? I should have asked really but you can, if you want that is."
All embarrassed now she walked over to the window and looked out.
"It's got a great view though".

Room: image of dean's room

[dean jones]

He tried hard not to admire the view she was offering which was not hard when he thought about his car or computers while he watched the top of her head. He was happy that it was her who had bought him, and not like some one like daynah he shuttered just thinking about it. "I am great thanks for asking. Are you okay you sound like you have an upset stomach?" HE asked showing concern for her welfare it was obvious he like he though he never really came out, and told her he did not kept it a secret either. He sat in the bean bag right next to her as she offered him a seat holding his eye contact with her gaze smiling at her. Watching her walk over to the double doors saying that it was her room, and it was off limits. Which was fine by him he would be highly embarrassed if she wanted him to kiss her, let alone sleep in the same room as her. He followed her in to the room walking over to where he could see the great view smiling that he was sharing it with the girl he liked. "Arr matey tis be fine by me" He said jokingly though he would be happy with the room to what he use to have a piece of flat cardboard, and one dresser. "Yeah this will be great by the way um your out fit looks good" He said blushing lightly as she turned around he wondered closer then he had meant to she was just inches from him.

[amelia astrid o'malley]

Looking out over the landscaped garden on a clear day you could actually see right up to the mountain tops, the third floor of the house did give a specatular view though the attic view was amazing. She often went there to use her telescope, especially when there was an eclipse or a reported meteor shower passing by through earths orbit. She had once seen the Northern Lights on a trip to Alazka and had never forgotten how beautiful they had been. As she turned from the window as Dean passed her a compliment on her outfit, she nearly collided with his chest they were so close. Amelia blushed at finding him so close to her, she could almost smell him. Correction she could and blushing hastily moved away.

"Um, thank you" she quickly looked down at the bland navy ti-shirt she wore with some outdated rock groups logo emblazoned on it, jeans that had once been a dark navy but were now stone washed through and dyed a mulit-tude of colors because she had been bored one day. The effect had turned out better than she had hoped. They were figure hugging skinny jeans but she was so naturally thin anyhow they appeared like normal jeans on her tiny frame. She had certainly even at 16 years of age not even come into a chest yet. This had been the butt of many a joke from girls in the locker room who appeared so damn voluptuous for their age. Amelia bore it well enough though, but now that Dean was in her home looking at her the way she had often wanted him too, she found herself wishing for the first time for a figure with some kind of curves.

She knew some of the other mistresses and masters nicknamed her things like plank and runway because her shape was so perfectly straight, but still she rarely let it affect her. Being intelligent meant she could rise above those petty things and she usually always came back with a smarter reply anyhow.

"Glad you like it" she had of course chuckled lightly at his pirate accent feeble as it was. He just seemed more adorable now. Sitting into the chair she rolled it back and forth for a bit.
"I guess laying down of the rules then" she shrugged noncommittally, "what type of rules are you used to following?"

[dean jones]

Blushing even deeper as he saw her blush he moved aside for her. The sweet smell of her filled his nose. "No need thank me for the truth!" he managed to get out as his face turned a darker shade of red, because she felt complimented. Dean liked Amelia a lot he was never the type of guy to go after figures. He was the guy to liked personality, brains, and a cute face that could make him feel week in the knees. Amelia had all that, and more so he instantly liked her. He was looking down at the ground to shy to see if she was watching how red his face was turning he walked over to a chair and sat down. Smiling at the sound of her voice he looked up at her. "It is A lot more room then i am use to never had a room to myself. Much less one with a bathroom attached!" He spoke true fully his past life was not easy at all the rules changed daily, and he got physically abused a lot. He was just happy to be rid of that place. Thinking to himself he looked at her, and smiled knowing she was the only reason he did not pack up, and drive away never looking back. If he had not meet her at school he would of left this town a long time ago. "If you want to Amelia your are the mistress after all. Honestly all kinds of rules the were changed at random daily sometimes forty five times a day. My past owner liked beating me, and said i will break you then when she could not she sold me. Glad that it was you that bought me." he said turn red again as he broke eye contact embarrassed he was blushing so easily around her.

[amelia astrid o'malley]

Pushing the chair back and forth as she placed her small hand on the dresser, she tried to look anywhere else but at Dean. He was too perfect and she was so flawed, spoilt little rich kid with brains and money to burn but who most likely resembled a piece of road kill to him. She grimaced at her own anology for herself knowing she could do far better than that. As he spoke about the
size of his previous living quarters Amelia's face slowly turned to look at him. It was appalling that anyone could treat another human being so harshly and yet she was well aware of how her parents had once upon a time treated their own slaves and how her siblings treated theirs even now.

The urge to do something to his previous mistress was intense, ripping her heart out was just too good for her and then she was out of the chair. As if hot pokers had been shoved deep within her. Her outrage at his abuse over all others was most evident.
"She beat you? She liked beating you?" her soft features had taken on such a repulsed look, she was offended for him. Wished she had been able to buy him sooner and prevent the hardships he had already endured.

"I won't beat you Dean, I won't lay a finger on you I promise" she meant it too, the only time she had never been really mean to a slave was on her twelveth birthday when she had gotten a brown pony instead of the black one she had her heart set on. Her very first slave, a girl her own age and in her class had thought the pony was beautiful and had begun to stroke it gently but Amelia had been in the throes of a huge temper tantrum that she had taken her riding crop and hit the girl right across the face.

She of course had been so humiliated by her own actions later but could not bear to show weakness by apologizing to her, so instead put the girl back on the block. Only to find out months later when she had been absent from class quite a while that her new master had raped her repeatedly, abused her terribly and was consequently in hospital fighting for her life, a life that gave up it's fight not long after. Amelia had never forgiven herself for that, believing if she had kept the girl she would still be alive today. Since that moment she never once slapped a slave, her whole attitude towards them changed drastically and if she could go any length of time without owning one she did so but there was simply no way she could have left Dean on the block for the vultures.

"I don't really have any rules. Just I don't know... be respectful to me around my family so they don't get mad with you. My brother Sam is very protective of me" she shrugged realizing then that she was still standing so began to pace the room as if this was her intention all along.

"If you didn't mind bringing me too and from school some days, though if you could actually help me to learn how to drive it might be better" she grinned turning to look at him, his perfect face set her heart racing like a jugernaut and hastily she looked away again.
"Just don't get yourself into any trouble, be there for me when I need you".

[dean jones]

Watching her as she jumped up from the chair looking like she wanted to kill his previous owener. Knowing the main reason for him being beat so many times was because she always thought he was insulting her intellagently knowing it would take her a long while to figure it out. He figured she already knew that he was smart, because she saw he hack into the highest from of goverment from a cell phone closing it quickly when he saw her. Amazed when she only smiled, and winked at him. he smiled thinking that this was really sweet of her. "It is okay that part of my life is now over. I am starting a new here so thank you." he said as wanting badly to thank her for showing how mush she cared. he leaned in kissing her sweetly on the cheek. "No i would want hugs, and to give you a kiss on the cheek every now, and then which would require touching if you don't mind" He said blusihng looking at the ground. Looking back up at her when she started speaking againagian henodded his head. "I would never be disrespectful to.....you!" his face going into even a deeper blush as he kept eye contact with her this time. watching her pace the room trying to act like that was what she intended to do he knew it was a front. "I would be more then happy to drive you anywhere. Sure i can teach you how to drive it should be easy for some one as smart as you." He complimented her with out thinking "I will be here when ever you need me, i am just a phone call away. I will try to not get in to much trouble it might be kinda hard sense that one fight to protect you." Covering his mouth immeditatly thinking idiot now she is going to know the rumor is true. "umm.. so what do you want to do now?" he asked his heart beating so loud he thought his chest might burst just for looking at her she was so cute, and Dean tottaly liked her. He would stand up to any body for her now matter who it was.

[amelia astrid o'malley]

Her feet paced back and forth, her hands were twitching to do something so used to hammering on her keyboard that without it she felt almost naked. Clasping her hands behind her back as he walked towards her. Dean thanked her, about to rebuff it with the usual blase attempts they all died in her throat as he kissed her cheek. As much as she liked him this he couldn't do, if her brother saw then he would think Dean was taking liberties with her and would slice and dice him instantly. Another blush as she stepped back from him, being too close to him was overwhelming.

She frowned when she looked at him then, he wanted hugs and kisses on the cheek? As much as she would have liked to do this too, Amelia considered it extremely forward of him as a slave or any slave to behave this way. She was still his mistress all things considered. Another step back before turning away and walking to the door. Her hand on the handle she turned to look at him once more, well aware of everything he had said.

"Dean... we can't, I mean the hugs thing it would be just too wierd and the kiss on the cheek thing" she was protecting herself now, how was she to know that he really liked her the same way, "I think that was your first step at being disrespectful right there".She touched her cheek, knowing that as soon as she was in her own room she would continually touch it and most likely hold the fingers then to her lips. Opening the door she chose to ignore the comment about coming to her rescue. She was not some silly little kid who could not take care of herself, regardless what some people thought. Her pride was being wounded here, Dean wasn't anything like the guy she had thought him to be. Maybe his simpering puppy dog persona that he seemed to want to get across was what made his last mistress beat him so much. She did not know the answers and though once perhaps she might have really wanted to Amelia simply didn't know anymore.

"You best go get your stuff in.Do you need to go back to fetch it?" she waited a moment glancing up at him briefly then nodding her head at his reply she walked to her own room, "when you're done just knock on my door."

Heading into her escape she closed the door after her and sighed tossing herself across her bed and frowning. What had all that been about? What guy in his right mind started going on about hugs and kisses? She sat up then and groaned, what if Dean was gay? He had passed her an insane amount of compliments and he looked good, he was all about emotions and stuff so maybe he was. Another loud groan as she pulled the pillow over her face and screamed into it, muffling the sound completely.

[dean jones]

He watched her blush before she took a step back after he kissed her. She took another step back when he mentioned he did not want her not to touch him thinking he might of went to far with the hugs, and kisses part. "Great she probably thinks i am gay maybe i should be my regular closed off self" he thought to himself "Yes amelia it will not happen ever again" He answered her respectfully hiding his closing himself off again. "Sorry Amelia i was out of place what will be my punish ment for this action?" he asked respectfully "My stuff is in my car where would you like me to park it?" he asked her in a poltie tone careful not to show any emotion like he always had. "As you wish Amelia I will be back soon." He watched her walk in to her room, and close the door then he headed down the stairs opend his car, and grabed his two boxes of stuff. parking his car where she told him to put it. he turned back toward the house, and walked back to his room it took him under five minutes to do everything he walked over to her door breathing in then out as he knocked on her door " I am all done Amelia. Do you want me to wait right here?" he asked not knowing if she could even her him. He decided to stand there waiting for her to tell him what to do, or say something. His started thinking what was going to happen monday although today was friday, and it was a few days away he knew that they guy who wanted to jump, and rape amelia friends would more then likely come after him on moday. Looking back to her door he knew he had to keep his promise to her.

[amelia astrid o'malley]

She was become more and more infuriated with him now, why was he being so silly. Punishment as if she would ever dole one out, it wasn't in her too. Hadn't she made herself perfectly clear on that score already? With a sigh she turned away completely. Maybe some people were just lost causes, perhaps he genuinely like the whole slave bit she knew there were some that were like this after all.

Lying in her bed she pulled the pillow down from her face and stared at the ceiling. He was so different at school, he behaved like a proper boy instead of some gushing puppy dog which was all he seemed to be acting like now. Eventually a knock sounded and he spoke from the other side. Tossing her pillow away from her completely she looked at it. He was nice, he was really cute too but they didn't always account for much did they. She slid off her bed and walked tentatively to the door of her bedroom and opened it gingerly.

"So you're all unpacked then? Just like that? All settled in?" she looked at her watch noting how little time had passed and sighed again, the guy was going to have to seriously lighten up or masters about the school including her brother would eat him up alive. Amelia highly doubted that he had unpacked anything at all but said nothing more on the subject. Instead she walked over to the giant tv and picking up the remote switched it on. Lounging into one of the bean bags she picked up another control and switched on the Wii.
"Come on then I'll give you a game" she ventured a smile his way.

[dean jones]

He knew he should not of tried to act differently. He thought in his head i should of just reminded respectful, and closed off. Sinking back in to his normal attitude that he always had at school as he heard sounds coming from Amelia's room. Hearing the nob twist he watched as the door opened listen to her question reply after she finished. "Yes Amelia my past life i did not have very many things. Most my outfits i wore to school where the same." he pointed to where he had put the two empty boxes saying deans clothes which barely filled up two dresser in this room that now was his. Watching her as she walked looked at the watch, and sighed. Thinking this is going to be a unique day to himself. As she passed by him, and turn on the t.v. and watched her turn on the wii. Returning her smile with a light one of his own. "Umm.... I never played video games, or watched tv for that matter, but thank you. I would like to learn." he said as he walked toward her standing next to her bean bag not sitting down, because a memory of a horrible beating in his past popped in his head his face kind of winced a little at the thought. Then he looked at her and watched the tv screen come to life this was very interesting to him he had heard things come from the tv, but has never seen pictures on it. Watching the tv waiting for something to happen.

[amelia astrid o'malley]

Amelia was about as confused as a girl could get, her teenage hormones were rocketing because the one guy she had always had a crush on was now her slave. Had actually asked for hugs and even kisses from her and like a complete idiot she had rebuked him. Had put the complete kabosh on that type of thing as quickly as it had started. Staring at the tv screen as the war game burst to life on the screen, she looked up at him standing there. Amazed but not surprised now when he related he had never played a game let alone watched tv. She ordered him to sit down though it didn't sit right with her to have to order him to do anything at all.

She was glad to have him, would probably have liked nothing more than to hug him whenever she wanted or to kiss him as well but the thought that he had been with loads of other girls, his mistresses before all abusing him made her not want to even contemplate it. As he sat down on the bean bag beside her she began to explain in great detail about the game. It took nearly twenty minutes because she was being so precise and thorough but it was the only way to keep her mind from thinking about him sitting so close to her.

Eventually she had to stop, there was only so much about the game she could tell him, the rest he would have to find out for himself. Without thinking she put down her own control pad and reached across him to get the spare one. It was only then that she realized what she had done, as she could feel his breath on the side of her face. Slowly she turned to look at him, their faces were at least five inches apart. She swallowed hard.
"That's your contoller" she mumbled handing it to him but unable to take her eyes from him. Amelia had very little exerience with boys, most of what she knew came from the other boy slaves she had bought. A few kisses here to practice or a few silly gropes here to feel what it was like but nothing else. She was so terrified that if he kissed her, he'd find out how awful she was at it.

Something in her snapped then, she was the damn mistress after all. Putting down the controller, she moved over so she was kneeling right beside him.
"I want to try something" her voice was low yet held enough authority in it to maintain her equilibrium, reaching up her hands touched the sides of his face. The touch sent a shiver through her but it was beautiful and delicious. The small soft hairs on her arms rising as a result. Slowly she brought her face closer to his, until her mouth was just a fraction away from his. She was poised on a precipise and did not know if she was brave enough to risk the jump or not. Taking a deep breath she moved that tiny bit, broke the last distance and let her mouth press against his. Her eyes had still been opened till then and as her mouth began to move with his, they slowly closed.

This felt wonderful, he felt wonderful and she could not help her arms circling around his neck as she pressed herself closer into the kiss.

[dean jones]

Sitting down as soon as she ordered him to. He was still in the habit of doing things when he was ordered. listening to her voice he smiled as it always felt soothing to him. he watched her as her hands mimiced images of the stuff she was explaining to him. Breathing lightly as she reached across him the smell of her hair filled his nostrils. swallowing hard as she did when she turned at him he was frozen could not bring himself to move. she handed him the control, but it just fell in to his lap. as she moved her body got closer to his he felt the intensity between them, but it was not the way he felt before a beating happened. "You have..." Her lips meet his before he could finish his sentence. The feel of her hands on his face, and her lips against his felt amazing. He had never kissed before so he mimiced her the best her could hoping he was not being to bad at it. Felling her press more in to the kiss watching as her eyes closed as her mouth started to move his hands went around her waist pulling her gently on top of him giving in to her. His thoughts were confused. First she tells me we can not do that, and know she has taken my first kiss from me. Yet that is excatly what i wanted her to be my first kiss. His eyes shut as he wraped his arms gently around her his lips mimicing hers.