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Rick could do nothing but gaze at Mary in astonishment. Then something that she had said came back to him.

"What do you mean, you know everything about me?"

Rick would have definitely remembered meeting someone who looked like Mary, and he was pretty sure he hadn't ever told her anything about himself...not even his name.

"I...I don't know, Master. I just know about you. I know you work at a tech startup, I know that your mother's name is Irene, your dad died when you were young, and that you have three sisters who are slightly younger than you and who seem to adore you."

"Ooookay," Rick said, thinking hard. "You do know about me. But all about me? Do you know how much I have in my bank account?"

Mary shook her head. "No, Master."

Rick sighed. Well, that was something. But how could she know so much about him?

"When did you learn these things about me," Rick asked.

"I..." Mary's eyes scrunched up in concentration. "I don't remember? I think it was just this morning. How did I learn these things?"

Rick shook his head. "Come on, let's get up off of this hard floor before someone comes along and asks what's going on. I don't think I want to explain why a woman is calling me master."

Rick stood up again and held out a hand to help Mary to her feet. She took it cautiously, obviously worried that she would feel pain again.

"Do you live in this building?" Rick asked.

"Yes, Master. I just moved in last night."

"What floor are you on?"

"The fifth. 5B is mine. Though I guess I will be staying with you, now." Mary seemed to be hesitant now. Rick looked at her.

"Why...No wait, so you can serve me?"

"Yes, Master," Mary answered, smiling brightly. Rick sighed and tried to ignore how his cock twitched at the idea of her serving him.

Rick had always had an interest in BDSM. Master/**** play was one of the things he enjoyed reading about on the internet. With his history with women, he understood why he liked the idea of total control. After all, the masters in those stories didn't have to deal with rejection or the fear that they wouldn't be loved. Rick would also admit that he had fantasized about being able to control and punish those women who had rejected him in the past.

He never thought he'd actually be living one of the stories he enjoyed, however, and it was both surprising and arousing. Rick wasn't sure that he wasn't being pranked. But then, there was a good way to test to see if this was real.