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The Best Gift Ever Ch. 03

By the time Bobby had cleaned the table and returned the kitchen back to its immaculate state he went eagerly in search of his new mistress. Finding her seated in the living area, her chair positioned so she could look out over the lake she intently perused through a woman's magazine. What struck him now was how thin her waist and slim torso was and how they contrasted so beautifully with the profound mounds of breasts. Whenever he walked behind she loved watching her move, and who wouldn't? She had that slender-strong build with the sweetest ass he'd ever seen. And from the front she looked even better; two sumptuous mounds, long legs, and a sweet as and a curvatious frame were indeed something to behold. He knew her tits must be firm and he could only imagine how luscious she'd look wearing only panties.

Bobby always considered himself a breast guy. But not just breasts for he loved pussy and ass too. But whenever he looked at her from the side, she nearly took his breath away every time he viewed her profile. Her breasts had to be D-cupped orbs although the possibly they were double D wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. Indeed mistress had some sweet looking tits. He hadn't yet laid a hand on them but he had felt them press against him and could tell then they were firm and full. Although she didn't have gigantic tits, his mind thinking of full-figured women who had mounds three or four times the size of hers, it was the juxtaposition of waist to bust that made them so stunning. If she had anything larger than a 23" waist he'd be floored; just as he'd be if she was anything less than a 34 D up top. And the way she carried herself; that perfect posture with shoulders back and back straight, the straightness of her neck, her fantastic muscle definition, the way she moved; the strength of her slim athletic body – God, it all added up to the making of one fine – sweet – vivacious – and very wealthy woman who he now loved; and who know owned him.

Bobby didn't know what to do after cleaning the kitchen so he decided to stand kind of near, kind of behind, kind of out-of sight, kind of in-sight, waiting. Deb made no move for some while and only after she had gone through every page of the magazine that Bobby thought must have been 300 pages long, did she look over her shoulder.

"You know you can sit down and relax if you want. I mean, this is your home now. Well, it isn't really yours, but you know what I mean."

"I wasn't sure if you had other plans. That's all."

Deb maintained an inscrutable expression although even then, she still looked utterly gorgeous. "No, I'm just enjoying a beautiful day after having a tasty lunch. Have you noticed the water skiers out on the lake?" She half motioned with a turn of her head to the water off in the distance. Standing she walked over to the massive nine-foot tall windows.

"Honestly I haven't." He came next to her and peered out, not really caring much about watching the skiers trailing behind expensive power boats and making small contrails on the lakes' surface. His mind was far removed although wetness and contrails sure would be nice marks to make on the right surface. Eagle Mountain Lake just wasn't one of them. At least right now it wasn't. He was thinking about other surfaces – her surfaces.

"Do you ski?" She asked interrupting his revere.

"Uh huh."

"Did you mean, Yes Mistress?"

Bobby flushed red. "I'm sorry. I'm distracted. I should have answered you properly."

"Yes you should have," she replied, her voice rising in inflection. "No go ahead."

"Go ahead? You lost me."

"Say it!"

"Oh," I'm so sorry." He dropped to his knees and knelt at her feet, kissing the tops of both ankles and feet. Debra nearly jumped in surprise but stepped back out of the way before he could touch her.

"What are you trying to do, Robert?!"

"I'm sorry I didn't address you properly. I felt I needed to pay homage to your feet as penance. I don't know why. I just did."

"Stand up!"

He did.

"Present!"

Bobby assumed the position and looked into the brown eyes that caused so many heads to turn. Debra stared back watching the flush on his face deepen and sighed.

"Look. If I correct you for something small like this, just right-the-ship so we can move on. There is no need to dote all over my feet simply because you forgot to respond the way I told you. I mean, I know you've done it right a hundred times before. You can worship my feet later but now is not the time.

"Yes Mistress," he whispered guiltily.

"What if you said 'uh-huh' when I had company and I corrected you? Would you drop to the floor and make a scene like that in public?"

"Probably not."

"You mean absolutely not! There is no way in hell, pardon my French," she added, "that I ever want you drawing unnecessary attention, especially like that. If I want attention, I'll give you a good reason to give it and in that instance you better – no matter who is with us or watching. But, until that day comes, you do the sensible thing and just get fix it."

She looked down at his limp cock. Most of the life had left the floppy sausage. She giggled sympathetically at it. "What a pathetic pair you two are. When one is happy so is the other. When one is sad, then the other toddles along right behind. It's only right you two were joined at the groin!" She cupped his floppy cock and flung it upward – hard enough that it slapped against his stomach. As soon as it fell back she repeated the cupping and flinging sequence; laughing even harder with each successive toss. Bobby dropped the 'I'm so unworthy' attitude and cracked a smile. When she had tossed his meat against his abs several times it finally responded – twitching and then to her delight she watched it swell. Playing the ricochet game a little longer things really kicked into gear.

"That's my boy!" Deb cheered. "Come on. Get it up, little guy!" She flipped it again. This time it barely hit his abs and didn't fall nearly as far.

"He does like you," Bobby said coltishly.

"Geese Bobby, I think I might be on to something!" She flung it harder still but this time it didn't barely moved. When it stopped bobbing it looked directly at her hips and then swelled even further until it arched up some thirty degrees above the horizontal. The freaking thing was rockish hard! "I do believe I need to measure that thing. Don't move Baby. Just keep it hard for me."

She returned with a cloth tape flowing behind, plopped to her knees and swallowed him in one swift motion. Running one hand lustily over his abs and chest she jacked away at his cock with the other. Bobby momentarily had thoughts that this must be what heaven feels like. His cock swelled almost painfully. It was so hard. He felt Mistress's squeeze but her fingers made little, to no impression. Not even one more droplet of blood would be going into that thing any time soon.

Satisfied he was as big as he was going to get, she wrapped the tape around the middle of his penis and read, "Five and five eighths inches."

Sliding the cloth toward the tip she measured again just proximal to the coronal ridge separating the shaft and head and read aloud, "five and five eighths inches again. Let's see what your head is. That's a little bigger."

"Mmmm, I think that it's almost six but I can't get the tape to stay. Here, put your finger here and hold it. Yep. It's six even."

She efficiently moved to one side, taking in the cock's profile and squatted, "Stay still. I want to see how long this big boy is."

Placing one end at the base and barely pressing into the flesh where it joined his pubis she stretched it, letting it slide through her fingers until she aligned her eye with the tip of his head and read enthusiastically, "Eight and one quarter inches!" Hey I knew you were way above the five and a half inch average. You have about three more inches of manly cock than the average pecker!" She giggled once more at the unintended pun.

Bobby laughed aloud. "As long as you like it, I'm happy," he said modestly.

"Happy! Bobby, I'm ecstatic! I love this thing. I can't believe Sharon kept it locked all the time. What's that cage like two inches long?"

"You are dead on. It was exactly two inches."

"Well this mistress has no intention of letting your best part go to waste." And with that remark she grabbed his steel pole and pulled him purposefully down the stairs, through the hallway and into the mistress bedroom.

"Finally!" Bobby thought. His chest pounded. The time had come! He felt like his heart was about to explode. Each step down the stairs and through the hallway brought him a step closer to her naked body! "Yes," he thought, "this is what heaven must be like!"

...

"Get on the bed. On your back. I'm going to mount you and you are going to lie perfectly still. You are not permitted to cum under any circumstances while I fuck you."

He knew what was coming next and she didn't disappoint?"

"Understood?"

He grinned. "Yes Mistress. I'll do my best."

Deb stood over him, straddling his hips and slipped her top up and over her head. Bobby inhaled sharply. Her thin strong waist and mint green bra popped into view. His cock pulsed. He could feel the pressure of his erection feeling. Unclasping the bra it fell free and her lovely breasts burst into view. Perky upturned nipples sitting atop perfectly shaped voluptuous breasts hung high on her chest. There was almost no droop – just sheer beauty. She looked magnificent.

Looking up from his vantage point her mounds projected outward, sitting on a thin torso and delicate ribs. Mistress bent over, her tits assumed a conical shape. Looking down into his eyes she pulled her shorts and panties off in one proficient motion. She straddled his hips again. Her pussy lips were full and puffy, like some tropical flower ready to open in blossom in spring. Bobby could see the moisture from her wetness. She was horny and he imagined she was just as excited as he was at the thought of mounting him for the first time.

"You're so beautiful," he said softly.

"I won't disagree with you," she said smiling. Just then a single drop of her nectar slipped free from her crevice and landed on his abdomen.

"I guess I drip too when I'm horny." Her voice was soft and luscious. "And I'm going to take all of you, my slave."

She knelt slowly and deliberately positioning her shaved mound over his balls letting his cock jut upward like some medieval sword. Reverently she pressed the thick shaft against her tummy and then closed both fists around it. They failed to hide all of him from view. He was just that big.

"My slave has a splendid cock." She cooed and milked it slowly encouraging a long stream of clear fluid to exit the large slit and wander down and over her hand.

Bobby lay in la-la land. She was such a goddess; perfectly created and about to claim him as her prize possession. He only hoped he was up for the task. There was nothing lacking; nothing at all. He watched as she slowly lifted her hips until his spear pointed directly at her tunnel. It had been more than ten years since she had done this but her past wasn't a factor now. Her issues, her apprehensions, her reservations, nothing mattered. Feeling completely overwhelmed with desire she sunk slowly amidst a gasp of unbridled pleasure. Bobby watched her puffy outer lips part and then stretch wide. Only then did the delicate inner ones latch on to him, conforming perfectly and swallow him. She sank down in stages. First only the bulbous head entered. Then another inch or two vanished. When he was over halfway inside she closed her eyes and fell on him fully with a shudder and gasp. Sinking until she could take no more she rested. Her back arched gloriously as if to present her tits to him. Only the steel collar remained visible. She sat arching, her tits pushed forward, her tummy sucked inward to reveal lean ribs and an even smaller stomach. There was no fat on her body other than where God intended it to be. And those fantastic breasts were topped with pebbled nipples. She drew her stomach in again and arched, grinding her hips in small erotic circles.

She knew he was staring at her hefty tits and knew they satisfied every bit of his imagination. She knew she was beautiful and loved that he thought so. More than anything she wanted him to view her as pleasing. Despite her rise to prominence as a beauty queen there was still a bit of insecurity. When she saw his eyes and saw the obvious lust she grinned.

"I'm glad you like my body."

"Oh Mistress, you're beyond beautiful."

"Thank you," she groaned. "So are you."

"You're so beautiful," he said again.

"I'm going to take you, my slave," she whispered. "Lay still and let me enjoy this. You belong to me now."

"Yes Mistress. Enjoy me. Do whatever you want." He felt the pressure of her muscles contracting around him. She was so tight; much tighter than any woman he had ever been with. The feelings generated were almost overwhelming and she had barely begun to move. Vaginal muscles milked him as if they had a mind of their own. She rose and sank, this time cooing with pleasure. Rising again she fell more quickly, her tight cunt squeezing and massaging her slave's cock expertly with each rise and fall.

She hadn't ever mounted a man. Never in all her years. Growing up with conservative values she had always assumed the woman had to be on the bottom in the classic missionary position so the man could move on her until he came. The fact she had been one of the prettiest girls as far back as she could remember didn't matter. When she married she perpetuated those same values and after being raped, well, that was the last time she ever had done it. However, since learning of the ways of a mistress from Mariko, she had considered the 'what ifs' and the 'what if I'm in control' and the 'what if I get to decide how to make love' from this position. Considering it all, she knew she had to start things off right and determined this would be her position of choice; and it felt so good sitting on him. Indeed it was. She rejoiced at the feel of her mount the feel of his knob sunk inside.

She lifted, and then looked at the glistening post vaulting upward, its terminus hidden somewhere with the inner folds of her sex. Seeing her juices coating his skin with that translucent sheen drove her on. He was so hers! She could feel it. She had a slave and a fucking stud of a slave at that! Relishing in the sight of his chest heaving and listening to the guttural groans of pleasure she continued her assault. Delighting in seeing his eyes take in her body lustfully, knowing she hadn't given him permission to touch what he wanted so bad felt good. Feeling powerful for the first time invigorated her. She hadn't even given him permission to stroke her legs or arms let alone the breasts she knew he ached to squeeze. No, this time was for her even though she could see the surges of pleasure exploding in tiny micro-bursts in his eyes with every movement she made on his most sensitive organ. After oscillating on his club slowly for some minutes she quickened her pace and as she did Bobby's breath accelerated in near perfect rhythm. She rode this animal; wanting this to last for many more minutes.

"I'm just getting started with you, slave. You feel so good!"

She heard him grunt as she pounded away on his massive shaft. Resting her hands on the tops of his thighs and arching back she heaved her tits heavenward. Rocking her pelvis against the sensitive underbelly of his cock felt so good. The added pressure suddenly brought about the audible sounds of ragged breathing and gasps from her slave beneath. She felt him squirm; she heard him grunt in short quick breaths and then she felt his body stiffen as he arched and tensed in one holistic bodily spasm. She felt it before she could say anything. Warm cream filled her channel.

"You bastard!" she cried out. "I told you not to cum!"

He grunted again, thrusting and shooting more of his juice inside her tight muscular vagina.

As soon he relaxed she pulled herself free and almost jumped on his mouth. "Eat what you shot inside me. Damn you! You had no right to do this without asking!" she hissed.

He heard and felt the disappointment and anger in her tone but he couldn't stop the inevitable. He had tried; tried as hard as he could but failed miserably. She was simply too tight, too erotic, too something and there was no stopping the inevitable. Lying open-mouthed with his tongue extended he gathered the gobs of the thick creamy milk passively exiting her flower into his mouth.

"Lick me slave. At least let me cum with your tongue if you won't have the patience to let me cum the way I wanted!"

Her words cut to the heart of who he hated being; an unreliable slave. He thought back to the time when he couldn't satisfy Mistress Sharon or some of the others during the early stages of his training while under Kamelah's tutelage. He remembered trying his best to bring those women to an orgasm but to no avail. Those same feelings of inadequacy flooded his mind and he felt horrible. Eating his cream was only right. He deserved this and she deserved better. Pushing the emotions of guilt and shame aside he did his best to find his zone; to find their zone. He knew he could although he needed to relax and not approach her with an underlying storm of anxiety to hamper his ability to do so. He was good; he knew that. To that end, that force superseded all others. Within a few seconds he felt it and then he was there. She responded on cue and from then on he worked his magic in ways she had never thought possible.

Debra felt it. There was something in the way it stroked, the way he used his tongue, his lips, his nose, his chin – every part of him that touched her. It all came together in some orchestrated overture that felt inconceivably erotic. She started moving on him; moving over him; raking his face at times and at others remaining perfectly still. In turn, he accommodated her as if she was a part of him moving in harmony to every thrust, grind, buck and hump. Soon it was Mistress who was panting; it was Mistress who was gasping, uttering indecipherable grunts and groans of delight. It was she who was gasping while in the throes of passion; it was Mistress who bore down on his face and fucked him with an animalistic passion; it was Mistress who fisted his hair and dug nails into the skin on the back of his head and neck as she came to one glorious orgasm that fed the next and the one after.

When Debra came she cried with the most uninhibited scream of passion and one he had ever before heard. He had brought hundreds to climax but she responded uniquely. Yes there was the predicted tensing of her legs which squeezed his head. He felt her feet compress against the sides of his chest. He felt the usual shudders and quakes, he heard the gasps and screeches as her emotions peaked but he hadn't expected such ravenous wails as wave after wave of raw ecstasy crashed over, through and along every nerve emanating from her pussy.

"Oh Bobby! Ohhh Bobby!! Ohhhh Bob-bee!!," she repeated so many times. She wanted to lift her cunt off of his face if only to suppress the unrelenting orgasms that kept gushing forth but she didn't want those same feelings to end. Instead she pressed her sex even harder down over his open mouth giving her all to his assaults. After what must have been her sixth or seventh orgasm in rapid sequence she squirted a short burst of clear nectar. Besides the inexpressible feelings of elation that flowed outward from her loins she felt something even deeper – possession.

"Ahhhhhhhh" she cried. "You – are – so - mine!" she said slowly and with conviction as she came once more. "I – o-own...y-yoouuu, f-for-e,ever!"

Bobby sensed he had lost the mental connection he had entered and didn't try recapturing what he knew from past experience he couldn't retrieve. Instead of pressing on, he slackened his ministrations, turning them into an afterglow effect rather than bringing her to another climax. Slowly he brought her down, easing her quaking body but letting her feel enough that she could bask in the pleasure of what she'd experienced. Finally, when the vice grip grasps relaxed, the tonic contractions subsided and those high pitched cries of delight ceased, he stopped licking and gently kissed her swollen vulva that now resting fully on his face.
Deb rolled to one side exhausted and Bobby came to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her slender body holding her warmly. He hadn't asked for permission and he had never disobeyed a woman purposely, but for now, in this instance, it felt only right to hold her as he did. They remained intertwined for a long time with both feeling as if they couldn't be close enough. No words were exchanged. Nothing needed to be said. He knew this was what she needed. He knew she needed to feel his trustworthy, caring, gentle side. She had let the walls of protection down when she stripped and fucked him. She had let go of all the layers of safeguard, defense and self-preservation when she rode his tongue. Now it was his turn to let her know she could trust him. And so he held her; stroking her skin softly, kissing her quietly, and resisting any urge to touch erotically. He felt her relax; felt her let go; felt her kisses on his chest and clavicle. Finally Mistress looked into the eyes of her slave and spoke.

"Why did you disobey me?"

In an instant feelings of guilt and shame rushed at him from all sides. That question broke the trance they had both shared. He felt his mind teeter on uncertainty, wondering if his mistake had overridden all of his cuddling. Keeping his eyes closed he answered softly, "I'm so sorry Mistress."

"I only want to know why Bobby. There's no need to apologize," she said reassuringly. Cupping his chin, she held it so she could hold his gaze. "Look at me. It's OK to talk about this." He opened his eyes and stared back shamefully.

He was quiet for a long time, "I tried to stop it. I really did try but I couldn't."

She watched a tear form in the corner of one eye and smiled sadly.

"Why not?"

"You felt too good, Mistress. I've never felt the things you made me feel. They were too strong – too intense –too wonderful - and I couldn't keep things in check even though I tried. And then I just lost it and let it all go."

"Explain. Tell me what you felt. I need to understand what happened."

Bobby could see she really was interested in understanding why he ejaculated. He pushed the negative feelings aside and opened his heart. He wanted to please and more than anything else he wanted her to feel secure and be able to trust him. Risking her wrath he shared openly and honestly.

"You're so tight. I felt so much pressure from your muscles; the ones on the inside. They contracted constantly, kind of like they were milking my cock, even while you were moving they kept squeezing me and they drove my body crazy."

"Oh, they did?"

"Yes!"

She answered feeling a little better about the accident. "I need you to remain strong for me my slave. I wanted to ride you for a long time but things didn't work out that way. I didn't expect you to cum at all. That's why I got so upset. I wanted our time to be perfect since it was the first for me in so long."

"I know you did and that's why I feel so bad."

"I know Baby. I know. I'll try again a little later and see if things turn out differently."

"I'll try. I'll do my best."

Deb didn't' answer. Rather her mind drifted off to other thoughts. Although disappointed in their sex, she did stumble upon a gold mine when she discovered his oral abilities. The man was incredible. He had made her feel even better than she thought possible and that was a good thing – a really good feeling. She knew she'd be bronco busting his face often now that she understood just how good his training had been. After dwelling on that she let her mind go back and rethink how it all started – after his premature ejaculation.

"Thanks for eating your cum for me my handsome slave."

"I didn't think I had a choice." He grinned.

"You didn't and I liked watching you knowing you were tasting your own cream as it dripped out of me." She blew him a kiss. "I like thinking about it - even now." She kissed him softly. "I find that erotic; especially when I think of it coming out of me and ending up inside you." She smiled and gently touched his lips with a finger to indicate what 'inside you' meant.

"I will do anything for you Mistress," he assured her.

"Well we know that's not completely true Bobby. You didn't refrain from cumming when I asked but I know what you mean. Oh," she added nonchalant, "your oral skills need some work though. Things could have gone much better in that department." She tried keeping her expression impassive but succumbed to giggles when he looked at her aghast with wide confused eyes.

"I love your tongue," she said quietly. She slapped his face playfully. "I really do. It might even be better than your rod, but I doubt it. But it's really quite talented."

A half hour later their embrace finally broke when she felt his thick cock growing once more." It looks like you're ready for some more action. Let's give this another try."

Mistress knelt on the satin sheets and fondled her slave's balls. "You do have some nice equipment. Just look how straight and tall this pole of yours stands."

Bobby didn't respond. Rather he gazed lustfully at the slim busty brunette as she fondled and then once more mounted his rocky prominence. "You are something to behold Mistress. You really are."

Deb lowered her body on him with a gasp; the descent finally ending with her sitting fully on him. "You feel so good like this."

"Really?"

"Oh yes," she said in a husky whisper. "I can feel your head poking at something inside of me and it feels really good."

"I'm glad. I want my body to please you sexually." He gently clasped her hips.

Deb moved her hips in a circular motion. Her gaze never broke from his. "There's something right there," she pressed harder on him and then suddenly jerked upward with a cry.

"You OK?" Bobby asked in a concerned tone.

Debra giggled, "Yea. I can't get you all inside me and there is something that your cock pokes against that feels so good but at the same time too good. It's right there," she pressed her hips down forcing his head against it. "You feel so good when it presses on whatever is way inside 'there'." She lifted and sank slowly, repeating the motion for another minute or so - slowly making love to her man.

"You doing OK?" she asked.

"I'm trying my best. It's your muscles. They keep milking my cock and it feels so good."

"Just relax and let me take you. Relax Bobby. Let go and let me have you my way. I want to enjoy this and I want you to be the one I enjoy."

"Yes Mistress." He closed his eyes and thought about the color of the room, the iPad she had shown him earlier, the floor-plan of the house, anything except her in an attempt to stave off another ejaculation.

Her pace quickened and when it did so did her verbal gasps, screeches and moans. Mistress was not quiet while making love. Not only did she enjoy riding his cock and taking complete control of it but she also got into the sex act itself. Heaving her chest forward, cupping and squeezing her breasts, sucking on her pert nipples, drawing her abdomen inward, rocketing up and plummeting down; it all made for a show that would have sold millions on the X-rated porn screens across the country. She acted like a whore when making love. Once she got going, sex became all about her. He was a means to an end and she looked so sensual when she did!

"I'm having a hard time controlling it Mistress," Bobby said after only a few minutes of her ravaging his cock.

"Not now Bobby. Just keep it inside," she said gasping. "Let me fuck you like I want. Oh please don't cum Baby. You're starting to make me feel so good."

Bobby reached to the base of his rod just as Deb fell on him. He squeezed it hard, grimacing in an unsuccessful attempt to quell the volcano stirring beneath. She hoisted and fell again and again and then he could do no more.

"Ahhhhhh!!" he cried out and suddenly thrust up and into her. He exploded with several long streams of cream that must have coated her insides fully.

"Oh Bobby, no!!" she cried out. "Too soon, too soon, too soon." She said breathless.

But indeed it was too late. She could feel his shaft softening, making it impossible to move against it like she wanted – like she desperately needed. That hot sensation of his fluids filled her tight cavern.

"Damn it!" She pounded his chest several times with closed fists letting her frustration at his performance surface. "I don't like this! I don't like this at all!"

She huffed and punched him again and lifted off speaking in a not so pleasant voice, "Get under me before it comes out and eat all of it! Don't you dare miss a drop!"

Debra worked her muscles and forced the milky cream out. Letting her weight rest on his moth she relaxed although still upset at his inadequacy and waited, letting gravity do its work. Feeling his tongue gently probing and lapping at her sensitive and swollen labia, she enjoyed his mute touches. He felt so good doing whatever it was he did and at least for the moment that dampened the frustration of the all-too-short lovemaking. Letting her head fall backward she exhaled and focused on his ministrations, savoring the realization he was eating his own warm cream.

She didn't know why but her mind replayed a speech Mariko had given from one of her many weekly online lectures. Her words, ringing so true, came back as if she had been sitting in the front row. "For those of you that let your slave orgasm, make sure you never let his seed go to waste. It is my belief that the best slaves are those who swallow what you permitted him to spew forth. There is no better way to remind him of who he is than to make him do what he most likely wishes not to."

Only in Bobby's situation, she reflected, he appeared content to have the creamy milk coat his mouth. She hoped he was a magnificent cummer; one who exploded with a generous volume of the white cream she suddenly found herself so preoccupied with. "Something to explore another time," she said quietly.

"OK, my handsome and undisciplined slave; make me cum. At least I know you won't fail me with your tongue."

Bobby put the sarcastic remark aside and centered his thoughts on the pussy planted solidly against his lower jaw and slowly took her on a journey which he hoped would awaken even more desires than aroused earlier today. And so he did, drawling her focus inward; inward toward the feelings deep inside her tummy. He was so good at ostensibly knowing where to lick, how to lick, and doing so with such exquisite precision. Following her body's signs he stroked and twirled his long tongue in and around her wet slit sucking on her inner lips, lapping at the outer ones and probing at the swollen bud that felt as large and hard as the two dark red nipples protruding from perfectly shaped tits.

"Make me cum. Oh, my god, make me cum!" she suddenly cried out.

Obediently he quickened his efforts, strengthened his contact, and brought her to another explosive climax.

"Again! Don't stop. Keep going!" she yelled hoarsely.

A moment later a second rush detonated, exploding outward, inward, upward and involuntarily. She yanked at his hair, pulling him hard against her sex.

"Again Slave!!"

And so he did.

"Again!" she gasped. Her words sandwiched between cries and gasps and strains as her now sweaty body writhed with abandon, grinding and grating her acutely sensitive cunt over Bobby's mouth.

Although this was not a first for him, he couldn't believe the gorgeous dark-haired model who appeared in public like the poster child for beauty pageants everywhere had such an alter ego. Docile, in control, and well-mannered were not descriptors that described her present demeanor. Her passion was palpably erotic. As he lay with tongue extended over his lower teeth, letting her ride him to another climax. At that moment he suddenly realized that the woman who pulled him aside at the airport because he was asking too many questions, was the same one who had nearly electrocuted his crotch, and was the one who had a plan already in place for the slave she knew she'd one day govern. He had experienced so many sides to her complex beauty and he'd only been here less than twenty-four hours. No wonder she acted as she did now. She was a take-charge woman who wanted things done her way.

It was then while her soaking wet pussy rhythmically fucked his face that he started connecting the dots of her personality. Mistress was a perfectionist. Flawless in form, successful in business, wealthy, self-assured. She had everything going for her; everything that is except for a healthy heterosexual relationship. It was the one area of life completely out of control and he assumed that failure must have haunted her. But now she had him; had him all to herself knowing she could shape, mold and command him to do whatever she wanted. It all made sense. No wonder she got so upset with his premature ejaculation. It violated her obsession for excellence, her expectation for him to obey and her want for conformity. Having had failed her standards revealed the loss of relational control that comprised her life. In that moment he pulled his thoughts back from the random snippets of his Mistress life and reentered the zone which was her pleasure. Letting Mistress rake her slim and supple hips over his wet and sore mouth he redoubled his efforts and brought her to one final explosion.

When she all but fell off, her chest heaving from the exhausting workout, she looked down at her submissive, the one she had selflessly used. His face was crimson and soaked. His rumpled hair and unfocussed eyes conveying a sense of disorientation. He appeared ill-equipped to do much more than rest and recovered from the pelvic assault and that sense of domination sat well with her.

"God you make me feel good!" she said still breathing hard. "Now all we need to do is get that beautiful cock of yours to show a little more patience."

"I'm so sorry Mistress. I really am." He spoke but avoided looking directly at her. Instead he stared at his limp member. "Maybe it's because I'm not use to being inside you."

"You think?" she asked hopefully.

"I don't know. I really don't. I do know it's been about a year since the last time I did this."

Debra now perched on one elbow showing more interest. "Maybe you are just too hypersensitive."

"Could be. I want to do whatever I can to make it perfect for you. Maybe I need to wear a condom."

"No! Absolutely not! I can't stand those things. There needs to be another way."

"Whatever you say, I'll do. Really I will."

You know, you look so cute right now I could kiss you but your face is a mess." She laughed and playfully poked him in the ribs, making him jump."

"Hey!"

"What kind of woman would rough you up like that?" she pointed to his juice covered face. "You need to hang with a different crowd. Don't you think?"

"Naw, the woman that did this is really a pushover. It looks way worse than what it is."

Deb mounted him, stretching her lithe body fully on his and toyed with his hair. Bobby felt his cock swell. Her face was only inches from his and she was a picture of perfection and she smelled so good!

"Thanks for bringing me here. To be yours," he said suddenly serious.

"Are you really that glad? We've only been together for a day."

"I am. I really am. I love everything about you."

"Love? That's a pretty heavy word Bobby."

"I didn't say I loved you. I said I ..."

Mistress jerked up abruptly. "You don't love me!"

Her words were filled with emotion and took him by surprise. "Mistress," he whined. "You know what I mean."

She smiled and collapsed on him again, this time kissing his chin. "I know," she whispered not looking up.

Bobby ran his hands over her back, feeling the gentle curves, ropy muscles and the lines of each rib. How nice it was to be able to enjoy touching a woman and know she enjoyed that touch. "Is this OK to do?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she replied resting her head on him. "It feels nice. Don't stop." She laid her head on his chest and relaxed.

He kept at it and for the longest time, stroking her back and ass, not because he wanted to excite her for another round of passionate sex but rather to make certain she felt safe and secure. Eventually he felt her breathing slow and then noticed her hands and feet twitch and knew she had fallen asleep. Smiling he continued stroking her soft skin her ever so lightly. Leaving the few locks of her hair that had fallen on his face remain Bobby inhaled her scent. She smelled wonderful. It was a combination of sweat and perfume. Inhaling again he did so knowing this was the scent of his mistress and a beautiful one at that; one who's odor he hoped to inhale for many a day to come.

His caresses continued, feeling her body, taking in the feel of every curve and plane. Memorizing her feel he smiled feeling completely satisfied. Large firm mounds pressed against his chest. He lay content thinking about how impeccably formed they were. Running both hands softly and slowly down the sides of her body he pictured her slender shape, toned muscles and shapely hips. Indeed she was just as she had described: pretty big up top, quite small in the middle and just right down below. In a word, she was complete, magnificent, sublime, exquisite, and glorious. There were too many descriptors that all applied equally for him to settle on just one. She was all of these and unbelievably, he was the sole benefactor through her ownership of him. He wanted this moment to never end but it like all things, it eventually did.

Deb popped her head up with a start when she heard the melodious chime of the doorbell ring out.

"Who in the world could that be? She asked herself while fumbling for her phone on the night stand. Opening an app she shot up in horror. "What day is this?" Not waiting for an answer she quickly pulled her shorts and top on, leaving the panties and bra where they lay on the bed.

"Stay here! Don't you dare move!" And then she was gone.

Lisa, Tyaja and Jenny stood impatiently waiting in the oppressive Texas heat. Each carried a small duffle slung over one shoulder; all were dressed in tank tops, shorts and sneakers and all were sexy, shapely and adorable.

Deb answered the door smiling. "Sorry to keep you girls," I fell asleep.

"Is that so?" the tall busty back woman asked. "Your hair looks more like you were enjoying some personal time with your little wand if you asked me. You aren't even fully dressed girl! I can see those pretty nipples of yours poking through your top!"

"I think she forgot we changed our meeting day."

"That's right!" Deb recalled. "I most certainly did!"

"Well, it looks like we interrupted something yummy," Ty said teasingly.

They all laughed as Debra stepped aside and let them enter.

While Deb turned a light shade of pink at Tyaja's remark she said nothing to quell their curiosity.

Lisa spoke up. "She didn't say she wasn't treating herself to some fun, Ty. I'm sure she was enjoying some hanky-panky on the side."

Deb ignored their probes. "Come in girls. Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything before we get started?"

"The usual for me," Jenny replied.

Deb tossed them each a bottle of ice cold water from the fridge and joined them in the living room.

"You really were having a good time, weren't you?" the provocatively dressed blonde inquired.

Deb smiled at Jenny. Normally she was the quiet one, the one who didn't ask the probing questions. Jenny tended to keep her opinions to herself when in this company of women. She expected Tyaja to be the one filling that role although she was uncharacteristically silent at the moment.

"Well?" Tyaja asked again.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I was. Is there anything wrong with me getting a little girl-time?" Deb's smile indicating there was more to what she had indeed been enjoying herself.
"Not at all," Jen replied now giggling and blushing pink when she noticed their hostess's nipples poking against the tight cotton top. "I think we interrupted you before you had time to finish your fun. I can't remember the last time you looked so, so horny." She pinched the tips of her own sweet mounds to indicate what she meant.

"Oh I can!" Lisa added.

Tyaja grinned knowingly and bit lightly on her lower lip. Deb's face reddened even more.

"Are you girls ready for a workout?"

"Not until we see this new vibe you got. I might want to pick one up myself."

"Lisa, it's no big deal, Ty. Really it isn't. Let's go workout."

"No, I want to see it," she said ignoring Lisa's comment. "Is it cordless or corded?"

At that, Deb burst into a bout of unabated and hysterical giggles, "It - it's cordless," she said almost doubling over in laughter. After gaining some semblance of composure and taking at least a minute to settle. The girls stared on in unknowing confusion, Debbie had them all sit.

"OK," she said stifling another giggle, "things aren't quite what they seem."

The girls, all who were roughly the same age sat still quietly, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, and drop it did.

"I was with a man. He's actually still in my bedroom."

Their expressions were priceless! Debra had never seen these three speechless before. Lisa and Jenny immediately looked at the other. Tyaja's mouth dropped open. All three gasped and then together they harped, almost in unison, "What?!"

"What?!" Lisa said again pushing a lock of jet black hair behind one ear. "You - - were with a guy? Have you lost your mind?"

"I think it's pretty sweet myself," Jenny interjected. "Maybe she's finally got her head straightened out. It's only taken her about ten years."

"Debbie what about u..."

Tyaja's question was interrupted as Deb broke in.

"Girls, how about you meet Bobby and then I'll fill you in on everything. This will all make a whole lot more sense once you know the whole story behind why he's here. Fair enough?"

"I think I need a drink," said Tyaja standing.

"Me too," said the others.

"Let Bobby fetch them. Sit down. That's what he's here for anyway. You girls just stay put."

Looking even more puzzled they remained seated. Just as Ty was about to fire another round of questions Debra spoke into her phone, calling for Bobby to come upstairs. Her voice rang out soft and clear throughout the entire house.

"It's a long story and to be honest, not one I've been completely up front with ya'll about. But everything happened so suddenly."

Tyaja's expression grew even sourer. "Were you ever going to bring us into the loop on this? I mean Deb the four of us are like sisters. We share everything, especially when it has to do with men in YOUR life." She looked at her hostess and then to the other ladies. They nodded in agreement wondering why she had kept such an important subject hidden from them.

"I didn't think you'd understand and I still don't think you will even after you hear everything. And like I said, all of this happened in the past 48 hours. Oh, hi Bobby," she said casually as he appeared naked.

Bobby rounded the corner and entered the living room where the four gorgeous women sat. Even though Mistress Sharon had paraded him in front of strangers almost continually during the months prior, and although he had lain blindfolded while dozens of college age girls sat on his face until reaching orgasmic satisfaction, he still felt awkward at these initial encounters. When he laid eyes on the four babes, and indeed they were all babes in the prime of life. Each were exceptionally attractive, had tight shapely bodies, sweet breasts and the most incredible legs. Although his cock, which had been hanging limp and flopping from side to side now stirred. Approaching Mistress when he saw her indicate he should do so, he came and stood beside her; his face burning a hot shade of red. His cock continued to swell.

Again the girls were momentarily speechless. Tyaja immediately stood, crossed the room and stood within arms distance of him. Looking him up and down with genuine admiration she zeroed in on the semi-filled slab of sausage bobbing wildly. Seeing it banded in thick silver rings she raised an eyebrow at the hot looking goods he carried.

When she reached out to touch him, Deb leaned over and pushed her arm away. "Girls, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is Tyaja. Sometimes she can be a little too forward." She smiled. "And over there is Lisa and Jenny."

Bobby greeted them each with a nod while Tyaja stood wide-eyed and staring at the naked guest. Things simply didn't make sense. "Why was he here? Why naked? Why ...?" She thought.

"Deb? You have so much explaining to do, but, damn girl; you know how to pick one with a nice cock. This guy has a fucking beautiful one!" Ty grinned pleased at the sight of his thick stalk getting harder still. The velvety soft cockhead blushed progressively darker shades of red as blood flowed into its congested terminal end.

Surveying the African American beauty standing proud and tall before him he immediately admired her exotic beauty. She was built pretty much like Mistress, meaning she was also drop-dead gorgeous even though they looked completely different with regard to complexion and facial features. Tyaja sported perfectly shaped chocolate tits, even darker areolas and nearly black crinkled nipples that he could see readily through the pink fishnet top; they made for an almost irresistible temptation. Standing tall and slender Ty had a strong and curvy build. Her booty was a bit fuller than Mistress' but otherwise their figures were near mirror images. Bobby couldn't get past her nipples. They were the perkiest he had ever seen. He likened them to 45 caliber bullets and they poked anxiously against the thin plunging top that revealed a sexy cleavage and left little to the imagination.

"God Deb, I just might have to take this one for a test drive. Do you mind?" her eyes never left the slave but moved repeatedly between his handsome face and the thick root jutting directly at her midsection. Together Lisa and then Jen approached although did so with a somewhat more tentative attitude. Just then Bobby raised both hands above his head, locking his fingers and resting his palms on his brown hair and pressed his cock forward.

"What's he doing?" Jennifer inquired, wondering why he had just done that.

"He's presenting. I taught him this and I just motioned for him to present now for you. I thought you could get a better look at him standing with his goods unobstructed."

"How?"

"I did this," She showed her the finger-motion cue, "and he knows what it means." Jen turned back to stare at Bobby just as Deb came to stand beside. All four now stood in an arc facing him and they all examined him thoroughly for the first time. Instead of waiting for the barrage of questions she knew would flood her way any second she stepped between Jenny and Lisa she and put her arms around them both.

"Bobby will be living here with me. I got him from my sister in Tennessee. You remember Sharon, don't you? She was here for a few days this past March. My twin. Remember?"

The statement was meant to head off some of the queries and although Ty nodded her remembrance of her sister's visit she did so with a wrinkle of her forehead. The others kept looking at Bobby and she had to admit, the scene was a bit surreal given his nakedness, his lack of embarrassment and the obtrusive posture accentuating his pronounced erection made it all the more bizarre.

For the three girls this didn't seem right. The entire scene was simply off. Deb had been blatantly outspoken when it came to dating. She had had no interest whatsoever in men; and now this? "This" was why Ty had frowned and why Jenny and Lisa stood fixated and staring at this guy. It would have been one thing to have met a clothed man, but to know she had just probably just fucked him and then commanded him like she owned him to stand so statuesque? This was way too kinky. Something was wrong and the three women all new it.

Bobby's cock stood fully erect and stood magnificently some eight-plus inches out from his muscular abdomen. Although it would thicken somewhat more if his arousal held he still had a shaft that appeared most impressive indeed. Only Lisa seemed unfazed by its size although that was to be expected.

"He does have a generous one!" Jenny said with emotion, "but what's really going on here?"

"Yes he does!" added Ty who had responded to Jenny's comment regarding his cock. She grinned seductively, her tongue running slowly over her full, slightly upturned lips.

"You see, my sister and Bobby were co-workers on a project," Deb said casually. "They worked as partners - hired by a Tennessee school district to provide guidance for a struggling educational system. Through a series of circumstances in which Bobby made some really stupid blunders that coincidently involved the principal's secretary, he was pretty much made to become her slave. The secretary, her name is Mariko, is a woman who subscribes to the belief that women can only live at peace if they assume the superior role in any relationship with a guy. She had a similar experience to mine and out of her involvement with an abusive husband she eventually became a consultant of sorts. Now she impacts thousands of women by teaching them how to dominate and rule a man."

"But she didn't teach you?" Ty stated.

"That's not exactly true. Mariko kept him for about a week and then gave him to my sister to train. If you remember, Sharon caught her fiancée screwing a prostitute. She took him and trained him under Mariko's supervision. I learned about him in time and even met him when I visited Sharon."

"What the fuck?" Ty shouted.

"It's a long long story Ty. When we have more time he can tell you everything. Anyway, my sister took him and it was she who broke his spirit and helped him see his real role in life. She was the one that turned him into an obedient slave of sorts. It took a long time – months in fact - but then on Friday I got this call from her out of the blue. She invited me out for some party. It's why I cancelled our Friday workout at the last minute. I had no idea what she was celebrating but as a result of her party she informed everyone there she was parting ways with Bobby. That's when she dropped the bombshell and offered him to me. On a whim, I took him. Call me nuts but I did and I actually think I did the right thing. Anyway, he's here and he's going to stay I think. So, what do you think? Did I really lose my mind this time?"

She stood next to her slave and cupped his balls. "He comes with a pretty nice package though, don't you think?" She grinned looking at their silly expressions until she could contain her feeling no more and broke into a giggle.

Tyaja didn't wait for the offer and took his white cock in both of her dark brown hands and squeezed it firmly. She let out a sultry sigh. "You really might me nuts but you could have done far worse than what you got here. And I like the added jewelry but Deb, this is so weird." Their eyes met. "I don't know if you're brilliant or a fool."

"You don't approve?"

"It's not that I don't think you got a stud but you don't just go making slaves out of men for the hell of it."

"Well, that's what Sharon did. That's what women all over that part of Tennessee have done. What can I say? It happened and I'm the beneficiary. Can't I at least try?"

"I don't know."

Lisa joined the discussion. "What's the steel for anyway? Did you do this to decorate him or is it some kind of marking?"

"It does two things. It helps keep him hard but mostly it prevents from wandering too far away. If he does it will shock the hell out of him. Just ask him. He's already experienced the jolt."

Bobby nodded in the affirmative and watched Jenny's eyes widen even further.

"Like an invisible dog fence?" she asked incredulously.

"Exactly like a dog fence but the shock is way stronger. It brought him to the ground almost immediately."

"You're serious about this whole treating him like a slave thing aren't you?" Lisa asked.

"I sure am. I need to know I have the upper hand at all times. It's the only way I feel safe. It's the only way I think I can have a guy around."

Ty nodded, beginning to understand why she chose to be with this guy. It wasn't that she had her head all straightened out after all but that this warped way of relating to a guy might work for her.

Lisa tossed her long black hair over one shoulder with a sudden whirl of her head and stood next to Tyaja. Her penetrating blue eyes looked into the darker woman's. "Let me feel."

Tyaja reluctantly released her grip and when Lisa touched him Bobby twitched with excitement when her hand brushed over a particularly sensitive spot in just the right way. She grinned and looked at him standing so helpless. Although he towered over her and probably weighed about twice her 115 pounds she was the one in control and relished her position a whole lot more than his subservient one.

"You know Deb I think I understand the whole slave thing."

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked.

"I think I get why you did what you did. Look at him; he's big, strong, powerful and completely helpless – standing there like a helpless boy with this big cock thrusting forward. He's practically begging me to grab him. I think you were really smart to get a slave. It makes perfect sense. And besides, I think he likes my little hands grabbing his big manhood even if it doesn't float my boat. But he's got a nice one." Lisa looked up at him quite matter of fact. "Sorry Bobby. You might have a nice one but it doesn't do a thing for me. It's just not my cup of tea." She let go and stepped back.

"Come on Jen, you might as well feel him too," Ty encouraged. "He's not going to bite."

Jenny didn't rush right up but rather looked at Lisa as if seeking her approval. When she nodded, she came to his side. Jenny was the smallest of the women, standing barely over five feet tall. With blonde shoulder-length hair and a voluptuous, although petite body, she packed quite a powerful visual punch. Without a word she ran her tiny hand over his meaty chest and then down over his abs and hips admiring his stout frame. Eventually her hand found his meaty ass and she proceeded to give it a lustful squeeze while finding his balls with the other and maintaining a firm clutch on the fleshy orbs. When he reacted to her grip she slowly balled her hand ever tighter until he winced and bent forward somewhat. When he did, she giggled.

Jenny philosophized, "Men, you've got to love how easy it is to control them. They really are you know. Don't you think so?" she asked him. When he only smiled through his pain she inquired, "Do you think I'm beautiful?" her hand still clutching his testicles. She slackened her grip enough to allow him to return to a full present position.

He ran his eyes quickly over her and then the others before responding. They were all gorgeous; all beautiful in their own way. Tyaja was most similar to Deb. Lisa, although somewhat slimmer was no lest striking although her breasts were probably a cup size smaller. Lisa however had the most beautiful black hair and brilliant sapphire eyes. Pert breasts contrasted against a diminutive waist and hips, both of which reminded him of Mistress made for a lustful treat. Indeed she was put together well.

Jenny had been blessed with naturally full breasts and like the others had perfectly toned legs. She was the quietest of the group and in some ways Bobby wondered if she sat lowest on the pecking order of power if there indeed was such a power hierarchy amongst these ladies. She was no less pretty. Her features being a little less jaw-dropping than the others but still a prize to be had for any man she chose to take. He realized the girls had come here to workout, something they probably did often to maintain these impeccable physiques.

"All of you are gorgeous," he said finally in answer to Jenny's question.

Jenny smiled. Her hand relinquished her grip on his balls and moved to the rock-hard pole. When she smiled, Bobby could tell she had admired. He grinned ever so slightly.

"I was Miss Texas awhile back," Lisa stated as she came to stand behind Jenny. "That's how I met your girlfriend, and this one," she said putting her arm around the blonde. "We're best friends you know. Grew up together and we're roommates at the University of Texas." Lisa looked at Tyaja. "The dark one looking at you like she wants to fuck you was the reason your girlfriend didn't win the Miss Oklahoma title."

"Deb isn't my girlfriend. She's my Mistress," Bobby corrected.

"Oh, is that what you call her?" Ty asked.

Bobby could hear the sarcasm in her voice. "Yes ma'am."

"And why is that?" Lisa probed.

"Because I am here to take care of her, not to be her boyfriend," he answered Lisa distractedly while eyeing Tyaja with mounting curiosity. "So you were Miss Oklahoma?"

"That's me. Actually I thought she was going to win. I guess the judges thought otherwise. Oh well," she said nonchalant. Her hands grabbed his penis and she began to deliberately stroke him in such a way as to leave no doubt her end goal. The others watched intently.

Debra put an arm around Ty. "Would wine do for all of you? I know I could use a full glass." The girls all nodded in agreement while Tyaja smiled fiendishly.

"Baby," Tyaja said looking directly at him, "Why don't you go fetch us all a nice cold glass of white wine before I make you cum. Your Mistress here tells me that's what you do. So why don't you go before I have a change of heart."

"Go Bobby," Deb commanded. "You heard the lady."

Without pause he gently grabbed her hand, prying it off his swollen staff and left.

"OK, enough of this standing around and gawking. Have a seat. Let's talk. I know you have questions."

Bobby returned, serving the ladies wine and for the better part of an hour the girls peppered Deb with questions while he sat on the floor by her chair. Standing only to refill glasses he remained mute and attentive listening as Deb revealed more details of his past and how she came to be interested in a mistress-slave relationship. When the inquiries ceased and the girls appeared content with all they learned they came to a mutual consensus, agreeing they really didn't need to work out after all.

Tyaja, with a bit of encouragement from Jenny worked Debra over pretty well when she learned of his mind-blowing oral skills. Begging her to permit him to show her she made quite a sight. Even reserved Jenny got into the begging. When Deb refused to budge and realizing the girls were quite serious in learning where her limits lie, Tyaja turned her attention specifically to Bobby who had been eyeing her.

Ty had a beauty about her that was truly breathtaking. Others often commented she reminded them of a younger version of Tyra Banks although her five-foot nine stature didn't compare with Tyra's nearly six foot height. What Bobby couldn't help but admire was how beautifully put together she was. After some time he realized it all centered in her eyes. They were both mysterious and seductive. Full, somewhat upturned lips, prominent cheekbones atop a body built to captivate the male eye made for an irresistible temptation.

"What do you think slave," she said indifferent from her seat on the sofa. "Your cock is telling me you want me."

Bobby remained silent. What he wanted was to leave and go downstairs but that wasn't an option.

Ty pushed on. "I think you want to lick my pussy. I can tell you do so don't lie. I've been around enough men to know when they want me and you fit the bill to a T."

Still he said nothing.
She smiled, enjoying the sight of him blushing pink. It was all part of the game and one she knew so well. Men needed to know who was boss and Ty was a master. Within minutes of being with a guy she could manipulate pretty much anyone to do whatever way she needed. Bobby was no exception. Even though he had a bond with her best friend, she still believed she had a right to partake of him regardless of their relationship. It was just the way she thought. "Why don't you ask your mistress if you can? My pussy doesn't bite." The other two girls giggled. They knew Ty's game equally well having seen it many times before. "Go ahead. See what she says. You might get lucky."

Ty smiled and opened her legs wider. Bobby could see the dark patch of wetness. She wanted him and he started feeling like he wanted her too."

"Bobby, do you have something you need to say?" Deb asked.

"Miss Ty wants me to serve her even though you already told her 'no'. May I?"

Those two words set the girls hooting. "C'mon Deb. Let's see what he's got," said Lisa. "Please?" Whispered Ty. "How about it? Just once?"

"Not today Ty. Not today," Deb reiterated.

"Hey, I needed to try. If I couldn't get you to agree I at least wanted to know if he wanted to."

"He doesn't."

"Oh, but he does...and he would have if you had let him."

"But my answer is not now and that means he doesn't want to."

Bobby understood the words. She said no but then again, she didn't. In fact she implied there would be a time when the ebony model might straddle his face or pull him by the hair between those dark legs. His heart quickened and he could feel his cock pulsing at the thought.

"Too bad slave, I know you wanted me. Just look at you. You're as hard as a rock."

He spoke softly. "It's not my role to either accept or deny your offer. I belong to Mistress."

"But you don't deny you want me; want all of us; do you?"

"Like I said, you're all beautiful but it's not my role to decide such things."

"Maybe not but that doesn't mean you don't want to. Tell the truth, you want to lick our pussies, don't you?" she pressed.

"Like I said, I belong to Mistress only."

The girls grinned, admiring his allegiance but still Ty pried. "I know you say you belong to Mistress but if she wasn't your mistress wouldn't you want me? Wouldn't you die to please me the way she makes you please her?"

Bobby stared, saying nothing. He half shrugged and revealed to all he was in an obvious predicament.

"Answer her slave," Debra said firmly.

He looked at her frowning. Where did that command come from? He thought they were a team against this foe. Why the order to reveal deep inner thoughts? "I don't think it's right to answer," he began "because I only want to serve you. But if I was free then yes, it would be an honor to please you in whatever way you all wanted."

The girls burst into laughter making Bobby flush crimson. Despite his obvious embarrassment, his cock betrayed his underlying feelings. Tyaja was hot, gorgeous in fact, and very sexy indeed. Jenny was, beautiful, and had a great body and even though Lisa said she wasn't interested she too was flat out gorgeous. She was Miss Texas. What more needed to be said?

"When the cackles subsided Bobby said, "But like I said, what I want or what I might do is mute cause I'm not doing anything without mistress releasing me and I don't think that's going to happen."

"Whatever," Ty groaned. She next pointed to Jenny "What about her? I noticed you looking at her with the same look you have me."

"Ty," Jenny said. "Let it go."

"Don't you want to know? Even just a little?"

"Maybe but you're embarrassing him. Deb said he couldn't anyway so just drop it."

"Jenny you need to understand how hot you really are. How many times have I told you how much guys stare at you? I know you got this thing going on but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun with them – with him." She addressed Bobby now. "So what's your answer, slave?"

"I already told you. Yes, yes and yes. But only if I was free and I'm not so it really doesn't matter."

Deb smiled inwardly. Her slave had finally found the courage to stand his ground and draw a line in the sand. "OK, enough questions girls. Bobby. Go start dinner."

"C'mon Deb," Ty whined. "We were just getting started. Let him stay awhile."

But the energy had dissipated as soon as he had leapt to his feet and hurriedly left. Although Deb invited them all to stay for dinner they declined. Ty now in a sullen mood, left without even giving Deb a hug.

"What's gotten into her?" she asked.

Jenny rolled her eyes. "It's Tyaja being Tyaja. She probably mad because you wouldn't let her play."

"The hell it is," Lisa argued. "She knows she has competition now. She knows what he's going to do to her control over you."

Deb raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm. You might be right. I hadn't even considered that. Well, if that's why she's upset so be it."

"You know she still has the dirt though."

"I know. Don't I know?"

Ty called from the car, telling the others to hurry. "Wish us well," Lisa said. "She's going to be in one of her classic bitch moods."

Deb blew them a kiss and closed the door. Bobby had met the girls and all in all it had gone surprisingly well.

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May 11, 2018 in femdom

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