Cute Girls

The Storm Pt. 02

A few days after I got home from my extended trip away I had a phone call from Julia inviting me to dinner in two weeks time. Her best friend and spanking devotee Barb was coming too and Julia was hopeful that Barb and I would hit it off. She chatted and giggled about the great time we had on the farm and assured me that her husband Sam was looking forward to the dinner. Later the same day I had an unexpected phone call from Sam and we discussed some surprises for the girls, after both calls I was really looking forward to the dinner party.

During the next two weeks I spent most of my spare time on the Internet reading all I could about Domination and submission. I also paid a visit to a specialist leather goods shop and purchased some interesting items. A courier carried the parcel of toys to Sam”s medical rooms so he could take them home in preparation for what we hoped would be a big night.

I arrived on time at Sam and Julia”s large home and Julia opened the front door and flung her arms around me in welcome.

“Jeffie, so good to see you again.” She bubbled with enthusiasm. “Sam and I are so glad you are here, come inside.”

We kissed as Julia took a bottle of wine from my grasp and she escorted me into the living room. Her husband Sam was sitting in an armchair with crutches leaning against the wall beside him, I walked over and we shook hands.

“Good to see you out of the wheelchair Sam,” I said. “How are you feeling?”

“Coming along well thanks Jeff, the physios seem to love hounding a doctor for a change.” Sam waved me to sit on the couch as Julia brought me a glass of beer. “Barb should be here any minute, she”s always a bit late.”

“How”s Rebecca?” I asked Julia as I sat down. “Still feeding her well Mum?”

“Oh yes Jeff, I”m still making too much milk, like to relieve me of some more later?” Julia giggled wickedly. “My baby is staying at her Grandmother”s tonight so she won”t be interrupting us at all.”

“Maybe I will Julia, let”s see how the evening goes will we? You still want to surprise Barb by me spanking you before dinner? That ok with you Sam” I inquired.

“Oh yes, that”s fine, Julia needs a good spanking from you again.” Sam laughed. “I can”t wait to see Barb”s face.”

Just then the doorbell rang and a giggling Julia ran to welcome Barb. I stood to meet Barb as girlish chatter could be heard from the hallway. Sam grinned as we waited and he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders in mock resignation at the delay.

Finally Julia ushered Barb into the living room and I was immediately attracted to the newcomer whose face seemed vaguely familiar. Barb was what would be described in the media as a BBW - a big beautiful woman. As Julia made the introductions I took in the very attractive face with longish dark hair and a brilliant smile. She was nearly as tall as I, probably around five feet, nine inches with a curvy figure of large breasts, slimmer waist, a bum that would be a spanker”s delight and shapely legs.

As Barb and I shook hands she smiled and said, “Ah the famous rescuer from the storm of my best friend and her baby, nice to meet you Jeff.”

“Very nice to meet you Barb, and I don”t know about the famous bit.”

“From what I heard you did a great job in difficult circumstances.” Barb smiled as she moved over to kiss Sam. “Hello Sam darling, great to see you out of the damn wheelchair.”

Julia poured a glass of wine for Barb and pushed her friend and I to sit on the couch together.

Barb looked at me as we sat and said, “You realize that they are trying to pair us up don”t you Jeff?”

“Yes, I did get that impression.” I laughed as I looked at our hosts. “And I have no problems with that at all, do you?”

“Oh no, not at all.” Barb laughed as she sat closer and rubbed her shoulder against mine. “Who knows, I may need rescuing myself some time?”

The four of us laughed and we made small talk for the next fifteen minutes or so as we ate some savories and sipped our drinks. Julia winked at me and nodded to let me know that she was ready for the first surprise of the evening.

“How long will dinner be?” I asked Julia.

“Um, it”s running a bit late, about another half an hour.” Julia replied with a little worry in her voice.

“But you said seven thirty Julia, we won”t eat until eight o”clock?” I said in an annoyed tone. “I thought we talked about this up on the farm?”

“I”Im sorry Jeff.” Julia gazed down at the carpet as she quickly caught onto my ruse.

Barb interrupted with concern in her voice, “Hey it”s ok Jeff, we can wait another thirty minutes, don”t get upset. Sam and I are used to Julia”s lateness habit.”

“No, it”s not good enough Barb, and Julia knows it. When you invite friends for dinner it should be served on time, don”t you agree Sam?”

Sam nodded his agreement as he looked gravely at his wife. “I really think she should be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson?” Barb was aghast. “Are you both crazy? We are here to have a fun night and suddenly it”s very tense.”

“Barb, please be quiet and move over to the other armchair, Julia, come here.” I could hardly keep a straight face as I spoke.

Barb was so shocked she couldn”t get off the couch quick enough to get away from me. As she sat in the chair and took a large swig of wine Julia rose to her feet and moved to stand in front of me with her head bowed.

I slid over into the center of the couch and patted my knees. Without any hesitation or word of argument Julia placed herself face down over my knees. I heard Barb gasp as I grasped the hem of Julia”s skirt and pulled it up over her back, baring her thong-clad arse. I raised my hand and brought it down firmly on her firm right cheek. The sound of the smack was soon followed by several more as I commenced the planned spanking. Julia was soon squirming around on my knees and moaning loudly as her white skin turned a lovely pink color. I glanced at Barb who was sitting open-mouthed on the edge of her chair watching her best friend get spanked. As my hand rose and fell I looked at Sam who was having trouble keeping a straight face, fortunately Barb was too engrossed in the spanking to look over at her host. I stopped spanking and pulled the thong over Julia”s bum and down and off her legs. I spread her legs wider apart and resumed the spanking. The slow spanks were hard now and Julia”s cheeks bounced delightfully each time my hand landed. She was giving delighted yelps with each spank and obviously enjoying the situation. Suddenly Julia”s body stiffened and then shook as she orgasmed over my knees. I stopped spanking as she moaned loudly from the sudden release. I stroked her back as I pulled her skirt back down to cover her pink arse cheeks.

When she had calmed down Julia turned over in my lap and pulled my head down and we kissed. I heard Sam roar with laughter and we looked over to see a speechless Barb sitting and shaking her head from side to side in bewilderment. Julia laughed, kissed me again, jumped off my lap and rushed over to hug her friend.

Sam and I were laughing loudly as Julia told Barb that she had been set up and that we had planned the spanking. She pulled her friend out of the chair, kissed Sam and then the two girls went out to the kitchen to attend to dinner. Sam and I laughed about Barb”s reaction as I assisted him with his crutches and into the dining room. I noted with satisfaction that the dining table was large and sturdy with strong legs similar to a pool table. Sam and I chatted easily and made some plans for later as I tended to the wine for dinner and soon the girls returned with the main course.

“I ought to break this plate over your head Jeff,” Barb laughed as she sat opposite me. “You gave me such a shock out there, but I can take a joke.” She looked directly at me with sparkling eyes. “I just hope that you”re not a one-woman spanker. Now, you three, tell me what went on up at the farm, details, details please.”

As we ate Julia told Barb the details of what had happened during the storm up on the farm. Sam and I occasionally managed to get a word in when Julia paused for breath or a bite to eat. I blushed bright red and looked down at my plate when Julia told of how she used my mouth as a breast pump for her extra milk.

“So you are a breast man Jeff?” Barb asked.

I raised my head with a wry grin to see that Barb had loosened two buttons on her shirt and was showing a generous amount of cleavage.

“Oh I”m partial to all parts of a lady, their brain as well as their body. I love to know what makes a lady tick, her needs and her fantasies.” I explained. “I have been interested in D/s for years and to meet Julia like that in the storm was just amazing.” I looked over at our hostess, “But continue with the story please Julia.”

Julia finished the story of the storm in graphic detail as we completed the first course. Barb laughed loud and long when I told of how Sam had scared me when he made his sudden appearance in the wheelchair.

Julia cleared the plates from the table and refilled the wineglasses. “Dessert is ready as planned Sir Knight.” She said with a giggle and a curtsey to me. “Would it be all right with you if we rested for a few minutes between courses?”

“Certainly wench, please be seated.” I laughed as I turned to face Barb again. “So tell me Barb, what experiences have you had with spanking?”

“Well I had a boyfriend about five years ago who one night talked me into letting him spank me.” Barb smiled as she recalled her memories. “I thought he was crazy but once he got started I just got so excited and turned on. When he screwed me I had an orgasm like never before, it was just amazing. We experimented with bondage too and I really loved that as well as spanking. Pity the man was a complete dick-head in most other areas, but the sex was great. We split after about four months and I haven”t been able to find another man interested, hopefully that situation may have changed now.” As she spoke Barb rubbed a foot against my leg under the table. “I must admit I loved being under his control too, taking orders from him made me feel very submissive, and sexy.”

I started to ask a question but Barb jumped in first.

“Just because I love to submit in private doesn”t mean I”m a doormat the rest of the time Jeff.” Barb looked very serious. “I hold a responsible job and, contrary to some public opinion, we big girls do have brains. Treat me as an equal in public and a naughty girl in private, and we will get along well, ok?”

“Absolutely fine with me Barb, just because you are submissive doesn”t mean you don”t have brains. I think Julia and Sam will agree that I treated Julia with great respect up on the farm.” I said as I rose from my chair.

Sam and Julia verified my statement as I moved to stand behind Barb in her chair. She turned her head to look at me and started to stand.

“No Barb, stay seated please.” I said as my hands went to her shoulders and pushed her back onto the seat. “Put your arms by your side and keep them there.”

Barb glanced across at Julia who grinned and nodded encouragingly at her chum. Without saying anything I reached down over Barb”s shoulders and slowly undid the remaining buttons of her shirt. A tremor of excitement shook her body as I pulled the shirt free from her skirt. I slipped it off her shoulders and she moved her arms to allow me to remove the shirt completely. Barb moaned as I pushed her forward so I could unclip the back straps of her brassiere, then sat straight again in her chair. As I held the shoulder straps I looked down to see her large breasts heaving in the now loose fitting cups. Slowly I slipped the straps down Barb”s arms until the bra fell free exposing her smooth firm breasts.

I heard Julia say “please” and looked across to see her standing in front of Sam as he stripped his wife to the waist.

Barb moved her arms again to allow me to completely remove the bra. I threw it to one side then reached down again and took one lovely breast in each hand. Barb moaned as I squeezed my fingers into her firm flesh and then pinched her large hard nipples between finger and thumb. I fondled and played with her breasts for a short time then released them as Barb moaned in disappointment. The moan was soon replaced by a yelp of surprise and pain as I took two clothespins from a pocket and attached one to each nipple. I had prepared a rubber band on each pin so they would not pinch too hard.

“Leave them there unless the pain gets too much for you.” I ordered as I returned to my chair. “I think it”s time for dessert now, don”t you Sam?”

Sam nodded his agreement without taking his gaze from Barb”s breasts. I looked at Barb to see her eyes staring directly at mine, a look of surprise and lust on her face. She looked down at the clothespins and back to me, smiling and licking her lips in the most suggestive manner. Julia jumped from her chair and rushed into the kitchen to get the dessert, obviously she did not want to miss any of the action. She soon returned with four dishes of creamy profitteroles on a tray and quickly placed one each on our tablemats.

“So Barb,” I asked, “Read any good books lately?”

My three companions burst out laughing at my innocuous question. The clothespins bounced as a giggling Barb tried to eat her delicious dessert.

“Fuck Jeff, these clothespins hurt like hell but I love it.” Barb paused and took some deep breaths. “I am so turned on right now, please can I…”

“No finish your dessert first.” I instructed, amazing myself with the control I had over my new friend.

More giggling from Julia attracted my attention and I turned my head to see her dipping her nipples in the cream of her dessert. She moved to stand beside Sam where she guided the left nipple to his mouth and her husband slurped and licked the cream from the swollen teat.

“Share it around.” Sam ordered as he pushed his wife in my direction.

Julia grinned and curtsied, then dutifully moved beside me and held the right breast up to my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked the cream covered nipple into my mouth where I tasted the mixture of cream and mother”s milk. Julia moaned as I sucked hard and then yelped and jumped back as I nipped my teeth on the swollen nipple.

“Julia,” Sam called.

“Yes Sam?” Julia looked surprised.

“Barb hasn”t shared as yet.” Sam said with authority.

“Oh my god.” Julia said uncertainly as she looked from Sam to Barb. “Barb?”

Barb just nodded in reply and watched as Julia walked around the table and stood beside her. Julia dipped her right nipple in Barb”s dessert and held it up in front of her friend”s mouth. Barb glanced at me and I nodded as she leaned forward and sucked tentatively on the creamy little mountain. Both girls moaned as Julia pushed her breast into Barb”s wide-open mouth. Barb sucked and licked the cream until the breast was clean, looked up at Julia and sucked again to taste the baby”s milk. Julia staggered and I thought she was going to climax once again but she steadied herself against the table and looked down to see Barb smiling and licking her lips.

“That”s enough Julia,” Sam ordered, “Return to your chair.”

Julia looked at Sam and poked her tongue out, then grinned and wobbled back to her seat.

Barb moaned and asked, “Jeff, can I take the pins off please, it”s getting too much for me.”

“Of course Barb, you only have to ask.” I replied with genuine concern. “We must agree on a safe word if we play later.”

“Oh god.” Barb groaned as she removed the pins from her swollen nipples. “Oh yes we will play later, I need a spanking even more after watching Julia.”

We resumed eating our delicious dessert and I asked, “Barb, your face looks familiar, I feel I have seen you somewhere before, any ideas where that might be?”

“Probably in a fashion catalogue for larger ladies, I did photographic modeling for a while and it paid quite well.” Barb winced as she touched her sore nipples. “I get recognized regularly from those days.”

I nodded and replied, “Yes that”s probably right, I used to buy clothes for my Mother from those catalogues, it was far easier than going to the shops.” I laughed and continued, “And I must admit that the models were very easy on the eyes, no wonder I remember you.”

We all laughed but there was some tension in the air as the girls wondered what was going to happen after dinner.

Sam winked at me, he really seemed to be enjoying the evening as he said, “Girls, how about coffee and chocolates, we will have them in the living room. And I want this table completely cleared, ok?”

“Yes Sir, anything you want Sir!” Julia giggled as she and Barb jumped to their feet to stack the dishes, clear the table and stack the dishwasher in the kitchen.

Sam and I returned to the living room where we discussed how the evening was proceeding. I wanted to make sure that he was happy with Julia”s involvement and that he was happy with my part. My host confirmed that he was having a great night and confirmed his trust in me with his wife and her best friend.

The excited girls returned giggling to the living room with a tray of coffee and chocolates. After serving Sam and myself they sat on the floor at our feet, Julia with Sam and Barb with me. I stroked Barb”s hair as the four of us chatted, sharing our knowledge of Domination and submission and generally enjoying the company. As we finished our cups of coffee the girls suddenly went quiet in anticipation of their next orders.

After the girls cleared away the coffee cups and returned to the living room Sam instructed, “Julia, there is a blue sports bag behind the door in my study, go and get it please, give it to Jeff and no peeking!”

Barb sat at my feet again as Julia quickly left the room. She soon returned with the blue bag, flaunting her milk filled breasts at me as she handed over the bag. I smacked her hard on the bum as she turned away and she jumped in the air pretending to be shocked.

“Julia!” I said sharply, causing her to turn quickly back to me.

“Yes Jeff?” She answered a little uneasily, as she stood in the center of the room.

“Strip and come back here!” I ordered as I lifted the bag onto my lap.

“Yes Sir!” Julia smiled at my instruction, kicked off her shoes, slipped out of her skirt and turned a full circle showing us her nakedness. She returned to stand in front of myself and Barb, legs wide apart and her hands on her head.

I looked up at the sexy hostess and asked, “You trust me Julia?”

“Oh yes Jeff, you know I do, absolutely, one hundred percent.”

I grasped a handful of Barb”s hair and turned her head so she was looking directly at me and asked, “And what about you Barb? Do you think you can give me your trust, here with your friends?”

Barb looked directly into my eyes and replied, “I have only known you a very short time Jeff, but I trust Sam and Julia very much, so my answer is yes, I will give you my trust tonight.”

“Thank you Barb.” I leant forward and kissed her on the forehead. “I will not abuse the trust you have given me. The safe words are amber and red, same as Julia and I used, ok?”

Barb nodded and licked her lips as I let go of her hair and said, “Stand up Barb and strip!”

Barb quickly jumped off the floor and moved to the middle of the room. Julia turned to watch her friend undress, then glared at me as I stood and turned her around so her back was to her friend.

“Spoilsport.” Julia whispered to me as I held her tight while I watched Barb.

Sam started to whistle the tune “The Stripper” and Barb smiled as she performed a mock strip tease. She slid the short skirt up her thighs to reveal her shapely legs, then unzipped it at the side and slipped it tantalizing slowly down to the floor. She was wearing stockings and a suspender belt and these were removed slowly and sexily until all that remained were the frilly black knickers. Barb wiggled her arse at Sam before turning it to me and cheekily slipping the panties down over her magnificent buttocks. There was no hint of embarrassment as she kicked the panties aside, spread her legs wide apart and bent forward until her hands grasped her ankles. My cock was hard as I gazed at Barb”s arse and shaven pussy, wide open for my inspection. Barb held that position for over a minute before straightening and returning to stand beside Julia. Both stood with legs wide apart and hands on their heads. Sam was sitting in his chair wiping some perspiration from his forehead.

“No!”

The woman grinned. “If I were a fan of Freud, I’d think you protested too quick.”

“Well, you’re not,” I insisted. “And neither am I.”

“Which? Freudian or a virgin.”

“Either. Or neither.”

Alex’s grin widened into a smile. “Ok, if you aren’t a virgin, tell me about your other girlfriends. Start with the most important.”

“Brenda.” I uttered the name as a hiss. My eyes fell to the dark wood of the table. “Where was Brenda now?” I wondered. “Married? Probably. A girl like… ”

“And?” Alex prompted.

“Oh, ” I started. “Brenda was the first girl I ever considered marrying. The only one so far. We got along ok, I guess; I mean, I loved her and all. I thought she felt the same way.” I paused to breathe, pinching the center of my lower lips as I exhaled.

“So why aren’t you married?” Alex pressed.

I issued a sharp snort. “She said I wasn’t assertive enough.”

Alex grinned. “She said that?”

“Yes.”

“So Brenda said you weren’t assertive enough for a normal relationship and you still think you can make a good master for a slave?”

“That was a long time ago.”

“How long?”

“Two years.”

“Oh,” Alex started, her sarcasm unbridled in spite of her soft tone. “That’s practically ages.”

“I’ve matured a lot in two years!”

“Matured, perhaps,” Alex said. “But that doesn’t mean you’re “dominant.”"

“You’re right,” I snapped. “I’m not that dominant. I’d like to be, but I’m not. I may never be. Am I disqualified? Can I finish my soup before my steak arrives?”

To my surprise, Alex issued a demure smile. “Yes, let’s eat the soup before it chills.”

And we did. I never had a more awkward meal. Every time I looked up her emerald beacons were locked on my face. She kept that same wide grin, even when her lips parted to accept a spoon and, later, a fork.

I didn’t say a word as we ate, determined to simply get the check, issue a polite farewell, and depart. Sure, I was still curious about what sort of woman was behind the ad, but not so curious as to allow myself to be drilled any longer.

“That was good,” Alex declared some minutes later. Her fork landed on her plate with a clink. Her chest surged with a breath of satisfaction. Slumping against the back of the booth, the woman turned her attention from her plate to me. “Where were we?”

I put my utensils down as well, though I would normally have eaten more. “I think I was about to say, ‘Thanks, but no thanks.’ ”

Alexandra stiffened at once. Her smile vanished as she bolted upright. “Really? Why?”

I shook my head. “This is all just too weird.”

Alex cocked her head. Her brow fell. “You answered an ad for a sex slave and you were expecting what, “normal”?”

“I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” I began. “What kind of daughter meets strangers and interviews them regarding butt-fucking her mother?”

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “The kind of daughter that has a mother that wants to be butt-fucked by a stranger. The kind of daughter that loves her mother enough to help her get what she wants no matter how fucking weird it is. That’s who!”

My eyes fell to what remained of my meal as I considered her words. I passed a breath and then licked my lips before I could bring my gaze up again. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Accepted. Are you really not interested or shall we continue?”

Three breaths I took to reply, “Ok. I guess I’m still interested.”

Alexandra’s smile returned. “Good. I believe the only thing we did not cover in the ad yet was discipline. What did you have in mind?”

“What?”

“The ad says she expects discipline when she does not please you. What do you have in mind?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s a bit old for a time-out, don’t you think?”

Alex’s smiled broadened. “That’s the best answer I’ve heard yet. You’d be surprised how many applicants think discipline starts with a nipple and a soldering iron.”

I closed my eyes and shivered.

“What my mother needs, and wants, is a really good spanking,” Alexandra continued. “My grandfather was a strict disciplinarian. Spanked her a lot, so much that she equates that act with affection. She thought my father should have spanked me more, but he was a kind man and for that I am thankful. But he was too gentle a man to ever make my mother happy, as it turns out.”

“What happened?” I asked. “Between them, I mean.”

Alex looked away for a few seconds, twirling a finger within the lower reaches of her tresses, before returning her gaze to me. “I guess she didn’t think he loved her and that was eventually contagious. So by the time I was an adult he felt the same way. He left her two years ago for his secretary. I understand why he did it, but Mom’s never had to take care of herself. She doesn’t even know how to write a check, not that she has any money.”

Alex leaned forward, her bosom pressed against the edge of the table. “That’s why it has to be a 24/6 relationship. If I select you, you will take care of her.” She paused to wink. “Of course, she’ll be taking care of you too. I promise.”

“24/6?” I queried.

“That’s right. She’s still my mother and I want her on Sundays.”

I chuckled. “Ok. I guess that would be fair.”

“Yes, it would be. But you must have some questions?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Too many, I think.”

“Don’t you want to know what she looks like?”

I shrugged. “Appearance isn’t the most important thing to me. Besides, if you’re her daughter, I doubt I would have much to worry about in that regard.”

Alex smiled. “Thank you. You’re right there. She does look a lot like me, only better.”

I cocked my head, narrowing the eye nearest to the woman. “That seems a bit hard to believe considering how gorgeous you are.”

“Beauty is a subjective thing. If you like smaller boobs, you might prefer me. Whatever your tastes, though, I can assure you that she is no dog; or whale.”

“When do I get to see her?”

“I can bring a picture if we have a follow-up interview,” Alexandra replied. “You would not actually meet her until I brought her to you and handed you the leash.”

I ran my tongue over my gums and teeth. “I see. What do you mean by a follow-up interview?”

“Well,” Alex began, “I have two more applicants to meet over the next few days, so I wouldn’t get back to you before Friday at the earliest. But I’d probably sleep on it over the weekend…”

“Alright,” I interjected. “Monday’s fine.”

“Don’t you have any other questions?”

“I have too many,” I repeated. “But I can probably pair down the list by Monday, if we decide a second meeting is in order.”

Alex issued a servant’s nod. “So far, I’d have to rate you as a leading candidate.”

“Why? How many respondents have you met?”

“Dozens.”

“Dozens?”

“Yes,” Alex said. “Per week. More really. Those are only the ones that I decide to meet. I probably get three times that many messages.”

My throat flexed as I attempted to swallow. “I see. How many of those ever rated a second interview.”

“So far? None.”

“Well,” I said. “Thanks for that vote of confidence for what it’s worth.”

“You are still interested then?”

“To be honest, I’m probably more interested now than I was when I arrived.”

Alex cocked her head as her brows bounced into her forehead. “Really? Well, that’s good. Shall I e-mail you then, regarding Monday?”

“Sure, please do.”

“Excellent.” With that Alexandra stood and started to gather her things.

I glanced about the table, realizing the waitress had not brought the bill. “I can get the tab,” I offered.

Alex smiled. “I know you can. But I have an account. You can get the tip though, if it’d make you feel better. Hope to see you again.”

“Yeah,” I nodded in something of a hurry. “Hope to see you again too.” By the time I fished a twenty out of my wallet and tossed it on the table, the lady was gone.

* * *

I spent the better part of the following week preoccupied with an older woman I had never even seen and might never see. The entire idea seemed so preposterous, so utterly bizarre, yet even more tempting. My work suffered and I got chewed out twice. I put in overtime, unpaid of course, on Saturday.

I wasn’t expecting any response until Monday, but I checked first thing Sunday morning and was surprised to find:

~~~

“Dear Benjamin,

I think you do have everything my mother wants. Shall we meet again to confirm what we discussed with the prospect of reaching an agreement regarding the issue? I can be at Martin’s again tonight. Same time, same table. Reply before 5 PM if you wish to meet.

Alex”

~~~

I brought my index and middle fingers to my lower lip as I considered the message. I looked around my modest apartment. It was a classic bachelor’s pad. “Do I really want some old woman here?” I asked myself. I was surprised at the speed at which I arrived at my answer, more than the answer itself.

Springing forward, my fingers found to the keyboard. I sent a single word in reply: “Yes”.

* * *

My hand quaked as I reached for the door to the restaurant. “What the hell are you doing?” I wondered as I threw open the door and walked inside. “Relax,” I counseled myself. “It’s not like you’re signing a contract, and you do get to see a picture this time. You can still back out.”

“Ben,” Alex began with a smile. “Good to see you again.”

“Same here,” I said, once more taking my seat across from her. My eyes fell to the dinner already on the table.

“I already ordered,” Alex explained. “Didn’t care to be interrupted by the waitress like last time. Shall we eat first and talk business afterward?”

“Sure,” I agreed with a nod.

Thus we ate amid a surreal amiability, chatting about everything except Alexandra’s mother. A quarter-hour later, my companion again pushed her plate away from her before I was quite finished with mine.

“That was excellent,” she noted. “Do let me know when you are finished.”

I placed my utensils on my plate. “Close enough.”

“Very well, then,” Alexandra began. “I’d like to offer you the position as my mothers owner.”

I cocked my head. “The “position”?”

Alex nodded with a wide grin. “Yes. You will of course resign from your current position.”

“What?”

“Your lawyer job; you must quit.”

My jaw fell.

Alex raised her eyebrows. “Is there a problem with that? I thought you hated your job.”

“I do, but it’s still a job.”

Alex head moved in a brisk nod. “Of course it is. I’m simply offering you a different one. You will receive an allowance in an amount equal to your present salary, with reasonable annual raises.”

“I didn’t realize…” I began, then paused, bringing my fingertips to my scalp and scratching. “I never thought of this business with your mother as a, uh, a “job”.”

“You said you wanted a full time slave, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, my mother deserves a full time master. That makes it a job for each of you. Now are you ready to hear the particulars of the position?”

I gave my surroundings a bit more scrutiny, seeking possible locations for hidden cameras or one of the Funt clan. “Sure,” I said, directing my focus back across the table. “What did you have in mind?”

“As I said before, this is a full time job, 24/6. You get Sunday’s off too, of course. Where do you live now?”

“Thirteen-fifteen Bartholomew, number eight-B.”

“An apartment?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“I see. I think you’ll find my mother’s house far more comfortable quarters. I know she will.”

“What?”

“You’ll need to move in with my mother.”

“But, I have a lease?”

“Of course,” Alexandra said. “But I’ll take care of that, and your student loan too.”

“What?”

“I’ll buy you out of the lease and pay off your loan. Consider it a signing bonus.”

“So, you’re offering to set me up as, uh, your mother’s gigolo?”

“No!” Alex snapped. “You must treat her as your whore, never the other way around!”

I tongued my lips once as my gaze wandered. “Forgive me, this just isn’t what I expected.”

“I know.” Alex’s smile returned. “It’s even better, isn’t it?”

“I thought your mother didn’t have any money? How is it she has a house?”

“She doesn’t have the money,” Alexandra explained. “I do. You see, I lied about my father. He didn’t leave my mother. He never would have, and neither would she. He died two years ago in an automobile accident.”

My jaw fell and remained limp for a few seconds before I recovered to offer, “I’m sorry.”

Alex nodded. “I’m sorry too. But that’s not why we’re here. You see, Dad had a ridiculously large life insurance policy, payable to me. He knew mother wouldn’t have a clue what to do with it all, but I’d see she was taken care of. I doubt this is what he had in mind, but it is what she wants.” My companion paused to sigh. “It’s what she’s always wanted.”

“So you lied to me?”

“Damn right I did. I knew there’d be tons of deadbeats that would take the position if they knew it came with a generous allowance plus free room and board. I wanted you to be willing to accept my mother for free. And you were willing, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know, you see…”

“See!” Alex interrupted. “Yes, I forgot that. Silly me.” She reached into her purse and produced what looked to be several postcards. As she slid them across the table, I noticed that they were photographs.

“This is mother,” Alexandra explained. “That is what was worrying you, wasn’t it?”

I looked at the woman in the pictures. She did resemble Alex, except obviously older. Still, the alleged mother didn’t look anywhere near fifty. The shots weren’t the clearest however, and there was no way for me to tell their age.

“Well?” My companion prompted. “What do you think?”

I looked back to Alex. “You’re right, she does look like you. But that wasn’t what concerned me.”

“What is it then?”

“The job, the house,” I started. “I didn’t realize you were going to expect me to just drop everything and move in with your mother.”

“You said you wanted her to live with you.”

“Did I?” I glanced up and to my left, then directed my gaze back across the table. “I suppose I did. But I wasn’t thinking to live with her.”

Alexandra’s smile turned to a scowl. “What are you quibbling about? You’re stuck in a job you hate and all you have to show for it is a crummy little box to call home. And an empty box at that. Now, if you are no longer interested in the position, just say so.”

I glanced again at the portraits before me on the table.

“How hideous can this woman be if her daughter has to pay someone to fuck her? Then again, can she possibly be as hideous as putting in sixty hours a week for some obnoxious assholes that are making six figures for tacking their names to the documents I produce? ”

My focus leapt to my companion’s green eyes. “How long do you expect me to own your mother?”

I saw her throat flex as she swallowed. “As long as you want to. I hope for the rest of her life. I realize in twenty years, she’ll have lost a lot of her physical appeal, but I hope you’ll still see fit to find her a suitable companion. If you develop an attraction for someone else, we’ll understand. You’re only human. We’ll work that out when the time comes.”

I moved my fingers to my jaw, realizing I had forgotten to shave as I ran my nails across my cheek. “Ok. I’m still interested. Forgive me for being startled by what you had in mind.”

“Excellent!” Alex hissed. “Now here’s what you need to do in the next two weeks. First, give notice at your job. Second, inform your apartment complex you are moving. Let me know whether it’s cheaper to break the lease or just pay the remainder. I’ll take care of it. Third, pack your things. I’ll arrange for a truck on Saturday two weekends from now. Give us that day and the next morning to get your stuff squared away. You may come over Sunday afternoon.

“Last but not least, get an STD test. I’ll want to see it, of course. You’ll get another one in six months. If you aren’t clean on both, I’ll make Lorena Bobbit look like a Girl Scout. That goes for the future too.”

I smiled. “You can quit threatening me. The one thing I can promise is that I’ll never hurt your mother.”

Alexandra flashed a full smile. “Oh, but you must hurt her. Just a little. It’s part of the job.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Yes,” Alex said with a nod. “And you know what I meant?”

“Yes.”

“So we have a deal?”

Clasping my fingers together, I tucked my hands between my clenched thighs. “Yes, we have a deal.”

* * *

I shall always cherish the look on Mr. Brunagger’s face the next morning when I resigned. Of course, he wanted to know if I had found another position, could he possibly match their offer, etc. The expression when I told him I was going to be a gigolo was almost as good as the first, though I don’t think he believed it.

As the days passed, I very much came to look forward to the impending arrangement, yet this nagging voice in the back of my mind kept saying, “If it looks too good to be true, it probably is.” And it did look far too good to be true. Or more like, “she” looked too good to be true.

By the time I was en route that Sunday afternoon, I had convinced myself that had to be it. The photos were likely ten, fifteen, maybe twenty years old; or not of the woman at all. “Will Mr. Brunnager take me back?” I wondered. “Not likely; but Alex did pay the school debt, so I can at least be a little more picky about where I work next. ”

As I drove through the posh neighborhood, my suspicion increased. By the time I entered the circular drive my inclination was to continue driving straight out the other side, so convinced was I that I had been duped in some fashion. I’m still not certain I should not have done so had a Mercedes not been blocking the path.

I looked from the vehicle to the building. The house was an older one, from the period between the two world wars I would soon learn. I emerged from my car and stood transfixed, admiring the odd angles of its unique design, the weathered surface of the irregular stone, the vaulted roof cloaked by majestic trees, and the wandering vines of the clinging ivy. If asked, I could not have named one thing that made this structure so captivating, yet it had a combined elegance no newer home could match.

Alexandra opened the door before I had mounted the front steps. “Oh, do hurry,” she said. “Mother has been so excited, but I want to give you a quick tour first before I leave.” She motioned toward the side of the house. “Oh. Did you notice the branch of the drive that goes out back? That’s where the garage is. Now over there is the…”

My hostess spent the next quarter-hour in a flurry of chatter, acquainting me with both the layout of the home and its history.

Well,” Alexandra concluded my orientation with a massive sigh. “Any questions?”

I smiled as I watched the woman’s breasts expand and contract as she replenished the oxygen in the lungs she seemed not to have used for her fifteen-minute oration.

“Yes, one,” I replied.

“What?”

“Where’s my slave girl?”

Alex returned my smile. “What say make yourself comfortable in the parlor and I’ll go get her!”

I nodded, then made my way to the designated room. I found I was anything but comfortable as I waited. Doubts rumbled through my head as I wondered how sexy any fifty-year-old could be. My anxiety regarding the woman’s appearance rose with the sounds of the footsteps that foretold of the pair’s arrival.

I inhaled and kept a breath as Alexandra made her way into the parlor, leading on a leash another brunette. The trailing woman wore a classic French maid’s outfit, filling the garment in ample fashion. Her figure appeared trim beneath the black and white cloth and the legs that emerged beneath were taut and muscular.

My eyes shifted to the woman’s face, where I expected to find sags and wrinkles. She had lines to be sure, and the texture of her skin was not so firm as a teenager’s, but her visage was nothing short of magnificent. Her flesh was a radiant peachy hue, perfectly complimenting her jet-black tresses. A pair of trim brows hovered above eyes that were a green even deeper than those of her daughter. Her cheekbones were high, as one might expect in a noble lady. Even a substantial mole in the crease of her right cheek seemed a beauty mark on this exquisite woman.

For an instant, I wondered what she might have looked like in her prime. Then I realized this was her prime. With that revelation, my concern had shifted. Butterflies erupted to seize my gut as I wondered whether she found me worthy.

“Mr. Miller,” Alex began, snapping me from my trance. “May I present your slave girl.” With that, she extended her hand and the end of the leash therein.

I felt less than deserving as I accepted the fold of black leather. I followed the strap back to the woman. Our eyes met briefly, then we each looked away. I directed my gaze back to Alexandra and issued a polite nod. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” the younger woman replied. “I’m off now. I’ll call tomorrow morning at nine to see how things went.” Without looking back or waiting for a reply, she stalked to and out the door.

With a sigh meant to build my nerve, I looked back to the woman I had so longed to meet. Now that she was in my presence, I found her even more fascinating. “Surely, I mused, a woman this beautiful and this wealthy can have anything she wants. Of course! ” I reasoned, chuckling at my own foolishness a second later. “Anything she wants. And this is that anything!”

I walked to stand before her and whispered, “Remove your uniform, slave girl.”

The woman tilted her head and grinned, before offering a calm, deliberate, “No.”

I stiffened at the unexpected insubordination. For a heartbeat I did not know how to respond; then from a distant corner of my memory, a dozen magic words rolled across my mind: “I expect to be disciplined if I do not please my master. ”

I stepped forward, bringing our forms adjacent. My hand moved behind her back and then upward to her hair. Rolling my fingers within her tresses, I yanked her head back. She stiffened at once and issued a sharp whimper.

“What did you say!” I whispered, my face inches from hers.

She inhaled two sharp breaths in rapid succession. I could not decide if they were gasps of fear, or excitement. I smiled as I imagined there might have been one of each.

“I said,” she began, “‘You “know” I’ll do whatever you want, Master.’”

I could not help but grin at her impromptu cover. “Is that what you said? Well, you’ll need to speak more clearly. Perhaps you need some help remembering not to mumble next time.”

I felt a tinge ridiculous as I towed the woman by her hair to the sofa and then reclined, yanking her across my knees. As she settled upon my thighs, the softness of her body grazed my loins, the warmth of her form flowing into mine. I shivered as I realized I was already erect! How I wanted to roll her over and kiss her, to fondle her; but that was not what she expected. That was not what she wanted. That was not what she needed.

Flipping the woman’s skirt upward, I thanked Alex for her foresight as two rotund feminine butt cheeks sprang into view. “That’s right, slave girl,” I hissed. “You are never allowed to wear panties!”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered in reply. Subtle undulations ran through her body as it rested on my thighs, but she made no move to escape. I noticed her weight as she wiggled. She wasn’t anywhere near plump, but she had some meat upon her bones. I smiled as I realized what a complete woman I had across my knee; no petite and fragile girl, but an indisputable flesh-and-blood “woman.”

My fingers flexed before I eased my palm to her smooth flesh and gave her ass a gentle caress. Then I conveyed my hand upward. With a resounding smack, my hand struck the woman’s ass. I heard her gasp. A tremor resonated through the firm muscle of her buttock. Then to, my surprise, she called out in a clear, loud voice.

“One. Thank you, Master.”

I smiled through a chuckle as I detected the exhilaration in her tone. I did not know at the time that it was customary for a submissive to so count, but I was pleased nonetheless. Deep pink imprints of my fingers were visible as I drew my hand upward for a second swat. Another clap echoed through the air of the home as my palm found her other cheek. By the third blow, her hips began a subtle undulation. On the fourth, my hips joined them. With each stroke upon her ass, the woman shivered. Then she counted and thanked me.

On the seventh blow, my slave released a long whimper before offering her thanks. An instant later, I felt a warm wetness upon the leg of my trouser as she issued a second offering of an entirely different kind.

With mounting delight, I continued to spank her. She continued to count. The wet spot on my upper pant leg continued to grow. Soon it was joined by a second, smaller damp spot near my zipper.

“Twenty-two. Thank you, Master,” she called after my palm struck her bright red bottom for what turned out to be the final time.

As I raised my hand for what would have been the twenty-third swat, I felt an odd coolness where my palm met my fingers. I smiled as I turned my hand to look, expecting to find a moist spot.

Instead I saw something more viscous than a stray remnant of my slave’s excitement. I moved my thumb to the mass and rubbed its slickness across my palm. My eyes widened as I realized what it must be.

I moved my hand at once back to the woman’s ass. For a few seconds, my palm rested upon her flesh, savoring the warmth generated by the blood rushing to the region. My fingers flexed, groping her softness.

Then I slid my digits into the well-defined fissure between her lovely spheres. At once, I encountered more of the same slick substance. I slid my middle finger down the cleft until I found a soft depression that I knew must be her anus. She gasped.

I rubbed a circle around the tiny orifice, confirming its identity. Feeling yet more of the jelly-like lube she must have earlier placed there, I applied pressure to her sphincter. I inhaled a shallow breath as I felt her circular muscles relax to my touch. My finger slid in easily. She emitted a just audible whimper.

“It’s time to put your ass to another use,” I declared. Without additional comment, I stood. My slave girl rolled off my thighs onto the floor.

She gasped at being tossed to the carpet thus, but regained both her stature and poise almost at once. “Yes, Master. Thank you again for correcting my mumbling.”

My thighs shuddered with their own thanks as the enchantress twisted her limber form to rest on her hands and knees. I loosened, then stepped out of my pants and moved behind, flipping her skirt again upon her back.

Again I gazed with longing at her ass, her very feminine ass. My handprints had long vanished, but her cheeks retained a pleasant ruddy hue as a result of the recent spanking. My hand fell to one of her cheeks, running over the spherical surface, savoring its smooth softness.

The mere thought of being the first to savor all this lovely creature’s ass had to offer was enough to cause my member to not only flex, but beg to burst. I knelt behind my slave girl and stopped, realizing I really didn’t know how I ought to proceed. “You’re the master,” I coached myself. “Proceed however the hell you want!”

With that thought and a smile, I leaned forward. With my ungreased left hand, I spread the woman’s butt cheeks to reveal a smooth pink furrow. Within that valley, I had expected to see a darkened pucker, but her rosebud was a similar subtle pink.

I brought the thumb from my other hand to her sphincter. Her thighs and cheeks shuddered as my fingers met her flesh. She gasped as I began gently tracing ever-narrowing circles around her opening. Her hips began to move, mimicking the orbit of my massaging digit.

Emboldened by her obvious welcome, I bent my thumb and pushed. Her hips froze, her cheeks flexed. For a moment, her anal rings resisted the intrusion, then the tiny muscles loosened to allow the final knuckle of my pudgy digit to slide within.

My thumb had barely stopped when I felt a pressure on my hand. She was pushing back! My eyes widened as I straightened my thumb, then just watched as the woman eased backward, impaling herself upon this widest of my fingers. As her cunt came to rest against the edge of my forefinger, I began to move my thumb within the snug confines of her anus. At once, her hips moved again, matching the rhythm of my probes. Her ass flexed as well, gripping my invading digit.

I could feel every inch of the most massive erection of my life while I looked at the lustful creature wiggling her ass upon my thumb. I moved my index finger along the length of her already sodden feminine crease. Intent on giving my slave a few minutes of pleasure, I sent the tip this digit to the top of her vulva while my thumb still gently worked within her ass. I had but wiggled my finger once across her clit before the woman released a whimpering gasp. Her body shuddered. A warm burst of fluid erupted from her loins to soak my hand.

My jaw fell. I grunted through my open mouth as I removed my dripping hand from her body.

Still spreading her cheeks with my left hand, I used my right to guide the crown of my cock unto the concavity of her pucker. Her head bounced up as the softness of her tender opening cradled the equally supple tip of my member.

I paused to gaze once more with reverence upon this fine piece of woman flesh, this exquisite posterior that had existed chaste for half a century, waiting for this moment so my cock could claim it.

“Whose ass is this?” I queried.

“Yours, Master,” she hissed. “All yours. It exists only for your pleasure. Please use it as you see fit.” She paused before adding, “Please use it now.”

My eyes bulged as my lust surged, spurred onward by the unabashed wantonness of her tone. I leaned into the woman. An instant later, I sensed her lean back. Her head sagged as her sphincter resisted. My cock flexed into a curve under the strain. I shifted my hand along my member and pressed downward with my palm, urging my cock straight again.

As if I had pushed a magic button atop my shaft, her anus surrendered. My manhood surged forward. The crown completely disappeared. Another good inch followed it. Her cheeks clenched, then shuddered. Her back arched. Her head popped upward. She issued a long, low groan.

Not wishing to cause the woman undue pain, I instinctively started to withdraw but then I heard a single word. The volume was lower than a whisper, but the word seemed to echo through the house like a gunshot.

“More!” she had said.

Moving my hands to her hips, I steadied her body and pushed my cock deeper into her tract, until her ass held it motionless. With some effort, I then drew my cock from her until the edge of my crown peeked from within. Wrinkling my nose and gritting my teeth, I leaned once more into the woman, forcing my cock back into her bowels. “Oh,” she whimpered. “Yes, Master! Yes! Fuck your ass. Fuck it hard!”

I began to do just that. The woman grunted with each thrust, though I could not tell if they were moans of pleasure, or pain.

“Does it hurt, slave girl?” I inquired.

“Yes, Master,” she managed between groans. “It hurts a lot.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Master. I like it a lot.”

“Ah,” I thought. “Pleasure and pain; for her, the best of both worlds.” Understanding that she craved something besides tenderness, I pushed my cock into her body with renewed vigor, each stroke introducing a new portion of her core to my penetration. As my thrusts probed deeper, her groans and grunts grew in volume and frequency. I found the sounds of her excitement every bit as stimulating as the snugness of her ass. As she cried louder, I fucked her harder. As I fucked her harder, she cried louder.

And so it went until my cock was buried in her ass, my balls bouncing against her empty cunt. At that point, I ceased stroking and simply leaned my weight onto her form, my cock burrowing within her depths. She released an odd, guttural groan. Another sound followed at once, a strange gurgling from below. A moment later I felt the spray of her ejaculate strike the sides of my thighs as it splattered off my dangling balls.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as I pushed even harder. “Yes, slave girl,” I whispered. “Love my cock with your ass.” She climaxed again. I had heard that orgasm depravation was supposed to be acutely stimulating and wondered if I was being a negligent master letting my slave release thus. I shook my head as I realized the foolishness of the notion; depriving this sexy beast of her pleasure would have been a crime unto itself.

Regardless, I did not long consider the issue. Her excitement was contagious. She climaxed but twice more before my cock first begged, then demanded, its own release. I leaned onto her completely. I could feel the weight shift from my knees to my hips as I compelled her ass to accept every molecule of my shaft.

To my surprise, I heard an animalistic snarl resonate from my sinus as the first burst surged through my manhood. I leaned forward, pressing my chest to her back as my semen flooded her tract. My nose found the softness of her hair where I sampled the sweet smell of her raven-colored locks.

“I love you!” The words were in my brain and on my lips yet I knew I could not tell her such a thing. At least not yet. While my cock continued to pulse within her ass, I moved my mouth near the woman’s ear and whispered, “Very good, slave girl. You have pleased your master.”

“Oh, Master!” she gasped. “Thank you! How may I please you next?”

Bringing my hands to the woman’s shoulder blades, I pushed myself upright, then watched as my cock slid from her loosened anus. Her sphincter flexed as it shrank, issuing a glob of my semen. The milky white substance clung to her ass for a precious second before oozing down into the lips of her cunt.

I stood. “Draw some bath water,” I demanded between breaths. “And be quick about it.”

“Yes, Master!” she exclaimed, rising to her knees.

Still panting from the exertion and excitement, I collapsed upon the sofa while my slave girl found her feet and straightened her attire. I watched, enthralled at every movement of her limber form until she had receded down the corridor and out of view.

Minutes later, she knelt next to the tub, scouring my body with a soapy sponge as I basked in the warmth of the water. I felt I basked in something else as well, the glow of the most exotic and erotic woman in the world. As she continued to wash me, I moved my hand to her head and stroked the crest, then slid my fingers down, combing her soft tresses with my spread digits.

Soon, my passion again stirred, and my member with it. I shifted my arms to the side of the tub. “Get a towel,” I demanded as I stood.

She did so and proceeded to dry me.

“You may wash yourself now,” I said after she had completed the task. “Then join me in our bed.”

“”Our” bed, Master?” she queried at once.

I forced a scowl upon my face. “Bend over, slave girl. And raise your skirt.”

She nodded. “Yes, Master.” She stood, then leaned against the rim of the tub, using one hand to pull her skirt upward.

As soon as she had complied, I brought my wet hand in a wide arc, striking her ass with a resounding smack. “Since when is it your place to question me, slave girl?” I inquired, readying my hand for a second blow.

“Never, Master,” she whimpered. Her thighs wiggled as the second swat landed. “Thank you, Master. Thank you so much!”

I moved my hand back to her hair and steered her face to mine. Her full lips came into view, parted just in the most alluring fashion. How I wanted to kiss her sweet mouth!

“Yes, “our” bed,” I insisted. “If I want your body next to mine, then that is where it will be. Where did you think you were going to sleep, the floor? You’re a slave, not a pet. Now wash yourself.”

“Yes, Master.”

She stood and removed her uniform as I brushed my teeth. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, but decided not to look at her directly. Still, what I did see before I departed was enough to cause my cock to throb its interest.

I walked into the master bedroom, chuckling as I noticed how pathetic my meager furnishings filled the large room. “We’ll need a bigger bed,” I noted. “But this will do for tonight. Yes, no bed can be too small tonight.”

I waited anxiously for my companion to appear. A few minutes later the magnificent creature entered the room. My balls clenched as I watched her walk to the bed. Her body was hardly firm, yet neither was it flabby; it was a perfect feminine compromise of sleek and soft. My eyes roamed every inch of her body, returning with frequency to her magnificent breasts. Freed of her attire, they settled upon her torso, not as firm as those of a younger woman but still proud and full, much fuller than I had expected having seen them constrained in her skimpy uniform. Alexandra had been correct on all counts; her mother was bigger, and better.

The woman moved across the floor with all the grace of a stalking feline, then slid into bed next to me. As she reclined upon her side, gravity pulled her breasts across her form. My focus shifted to her abdomen, where I detected another subtle hint of sag in her softness. I tilted my head as I considered this apparent flaw. Her eyes instantly followed mine to her paunch, then retraced the path back to my face. Her tongue made a brief appearance, grazing her upper lip before she spoke. “Does my body please you, Master?”

There was doubt in her tone. I sat upright on the bed beside her. “Of course. Why would you think otherwise?”

“The way you looked at me, Master. I thought maybe I was too fat,” she paused to swallow, “or old.”

I leaned, bringing my lips to the paunch that I felt must be the cause of her concern. I kissed the supple flesh near her navel, suckling it just before resuming my upright posture. “You have displeased me,” I announced.

“What?” she stammered. “I mean, uh, excuse me, Master, may I know why so that I do not so err again?”

“”You” are mine to enjoy. That includes looking at you. It is not your place to make assumptions about my feelings while I enjoy viewing your loveliness. Roll over.”

The woman smiled as she began to rotate her form. “Yes, Master.”

I brought my palm down upon her butt cheeks with a resounding smack.

Her body tensed as she closed her eyes and gasped, “One! Thank you, Master; for correcting my behavior.”

“You’re welcome, slave girl. I think you deserve a bigger spanking, but I wish to view you some more. I will spank you later. Now roll back over.”

With the smile of a woman who knows her appearance is truly admired, she rotated her body, bringing all its supple succulence again into view. I moved closer, so that I could run my hands as well as my eyes over her body. As I leaned against her, I sensed my cock graze her thigh.

My fingers found her flesh every bit as smooth and soft as my eyes earlier had. Looking into her deep green eyes, I moved my hand to her breasts. My tongue found my lips as I groped her tit-flesh. How I longed for my lips to find hers. I had never wanted to kiss any woman as much as this one. Yet I dared not.

I slid my hand south, across her stomach. I ran a single finger down the strip of pubic hair she had left above her snatch. Spreading my hand, I moved it around the baby smooth perimeter of her womanhood before returning to her pelt.

I actually prefer a hairy woman, but I had a feeling she would enjoy the work of keeping her pussy smooth for my apparent pleasure, especially if there was just a little pain involved. “Starting tomorrow, you will wax yourself, slave girl. I better not find a hint of stubble anywhere below your neck.”

Her shoulders shivered, then she whispered, “Yes, Master.”

Pressing my fingers together, I slid their united mass down into her crease. My eyes followed my hand as I massaged her nether lips. Almost at once, her womanhood parted, such was her moistness.

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