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Bobby woke to bright streams of sunlight filling the pastel blue walls. Tossing off the plush 600 count Egyptian cotton sheets he stretched and stood. In the distance he heard the pounding beat of contemporary rock music thumping some distance away and smiled.
“There is a whole lot more to this lady than a perfect set of tits to be had,” he thought.
Looking at the clock he suddenly froze. It was almost ten! He hadn’t ever slept this late while a slave to Mistress Sharon. Guilt momentarily gripped him and he fearfully bolted to the bathroom and hurried into the shower. Not waiting for the water to warm he plunged under the freezing stream letting it drench his body before scrubbing it. Five minutes later he hustled out the door and bolted upstairs, his hair still wet and motley.
“I’m so sorry,” he said frantically. She was seated in one of the overstuffed leather chairs in the living room reading a paper from a manila folder. She looked stunning; her thick brunette hair with just a bit of curl draped gracefully across shoulders. Even the sight of her clavicle looked sexy. She was wearing shorts revealing strong and shapely legs. The loose sleeveless white button-down blouse elegantly completed her outfit and brought his sleepy cock to a military rousing. Bobby couldn’t help but stare at those large tanned breasts. Thin women with ample busts could do to a top what hers did now, the heft her of breasts lifting the blouse away from her thin torso and forcing the material to hand in that tantalizingly provocative way. She looked beyond sexy and all she was doing was sitting!
Catching his eye she smiled knowingly. “Good morning, Sleepy Head,” she replied ignoring his comment. “I’ll take two eggs over easy, fruit and a cup of coffee and I’ll have my breakfast out on the deck. Fix whatever you want and time everything so your breakfast is ready when mine is. I want company this morning. Now go.” She pointed in the direction of the kitchen, waved him off and continued with her reading.
Bobby smiled as he quickly and efficiently explored the kitchen for the first time. He felt at home standing naked in there. It reminded him of his recent past in Tennessee but this space was nothing like that. Granite countertops, tile walls and a humungous center island that even included a vegetable sink. She even had a walk-in pantry with custom-made maple shelving. The spaciousness of it all was stupefying. The room was huge – bigger than huge. Mistress Sharon’s kitchen and living room would have all fit in this room alone!
Surveying it all, his eye locked on the two ovens, one above the other and then the two refrigerators sitting side by side. The room was immense but then so was every other space here. The house must have been at least eight or ten thousand square feet and even though that footage was spread over three floors it felt both more than roomy and still really comfortable.
Natural light streamed in from numerous windows giving it an open and refreshing feel yet the setting amongst the trees and shrubs with the lake nestled nearby made it feel completely isolated. The closest structure he could see were homes at least a mile or so away on the other side of the impressive lake that ran from right to left as he looked through the windows. He had no idea how big it was but the water disappeared from sight in both directions. It was a substantial lake but then everything in Texas seemed that way – including his new mistress’s breasts, legs, arms, neck, and – he smiled looking down at his now fully engorged cock that poked against the cherry wood cabinet he was facing – well everything was more than perfect when it came to her.
He hoped she would view him similarly, that is she hoped the part of him that marked him as one of the male species would. He anticipated it did, but he wanted his to be extra special. After all, he wasn’t going to be the slave to just any woman. This one was both wealthy and gorgeous and surrounded herself with only the best; which is what made him feel somewhat insecure despite her apparent appreciation for his hard and leaking cock. He wondered how long she’d let him stay free before returning him to the confines of his cock-cage. It was going to happen, probably sooner rather than later and that depressed him when he thought of it.
And if truth be told, he kind of missed the cage even though he loved feeling her touch. There was something secure in knowing his cock was out of reach, secure and saved only for his Owner. The temptation to touch and masturbate was gone and he honestly enjoyed the painful erections caused by its constraining confines. Cramped erections reminded him of who he was and who he belonged to. It was but one more way of reminding him he wasn’t equal with the mistress he served. The locked appliance made it perfectly clear he was here for the express purpose of serving the owner of the key. Forcing his eight-inch cock into a cage less than two-inches long was such a powerful thing a mistress could do. kütahya escort
Bobby pulled his mind out of the reverie and finished making breakfast. Minutes later he walked with tray in hand to where Mistress Debra sat. On the tray was her breakfast as well as a large bowl of cereal, and a smaller one filled with yogurt and topped with fresh blueberries and crushed walnuts. He watched her eying him with the platter of food.
“I see you have a creative touch when it comes to meal prep. I like that in a man.” She smiled, gazing up into his handsome face and then caressed his erect cock. Bobby twitched at the feathery contact of her fingertips tracing along the purple veins and rippling hard-on. Standing motionless he let her examine and enjoy what had become hers.
“Don’t move,” she said.
He could now feel her warm breath on his pulsing shaft. A second later he experienced the pain of her sharp fingernails scratching along the length of his manhood and then gripping his sagging balls. He gasped when she impulsively took him; her warm and wet lips first kissing the soft bulbous head. Later he felt her soft tongue probing and exploring his cockslit although he couldn’t see anything because of the tray. Unable to stay silent, he moaned when her tongue marked out a path along the soft underbelly, following the bloated vein that ran from stem to stern. Abruptly the ministrations ended. Mistress stood and squeezed him, then ran her tongue over her upper lip.
“I like you like this.” She clutched his shaft indicating to what it was she was referring. “In case you haven’t already noticed I like touch. I’m finding it’s one of my chief love-languages.”
Bobby remained perfectly still while she circled feeling her hands pressed into his back and then running over his rippled muscles.
“Have you been working out?”
“Some, I never had much time while with Sharon but I’d do some calisthenics whenever I had a free moment.”
“So you’re telling me that this is the ‘kinda out-of-shape you’ that I’m feeling?”
“It’s the kinda-in-shape me you’re feeling too, Mistress.”
“So you don’t consider yourself particularly in shape now?”
“Not really but I’m not out of shape either,” he said smirking. “Like I said, I did a few pushups, sit ups and pull ups whenever I had the chance.”
Deb stood looking at him and bit down gently on her lower lip. Everything about her was sexual and he could tell the look in her eye had a playful thought behind it.
“You have an attractive body. Do you know that?”
“If you say so.”
Well I can’t wait to really get you in shape.” Squeezing his pecs she felt their size and weight. They were well defined and thick. Deb hefted one until it drew tight and quickly withdrew her hand letting the lobe fall back in place. There was no jiggle. Just a bit of a ‘cur plunk’ look and feel as it fell back to its resting position. She squeezed a nipple and rubbed it between her thumb and finger. It shot to a perky erection.
“How many pushups have you been doing?” She asked and then sucked on the other nipple, biting down hard until he winced. It hardened, matching his twin brother.
“A couple sets of 50 each day.”
Deb’s curious hands kept exploring; running over taut abdominals. Bobby lowered the tray until it rested on the hard brace extending from his pubis while she continued to trace a finger over the two rippled rows of his six-pack.
“This is your rectus,” she said giving it a hard push and feeling it instantly respond into a rock-hard washboard. “I know my muscles Bobby, and I like what I’m feeling, “she cooed. “To be precise, this is your rectus abdominus.”
He smirked at her nerdy humor.
“How many sit ups have you been doing?”
“It depends,” he said. Three or four sets to fatigue whenever I have the time.”
“Give me the food.”
He did and she pointed to the floor after setting it on a nearby table. Bobby got down on the plush Oriental rug and stared up, lusting first at her long supple legs, taking in the contours of her shapely calves and strong thighs, and then gazing higher to where those irresistible mounds protruded from her chest. He watched her smile and she returned the same lustful gaze knowing exactly what he was looking at and thinking.
Debra stared at his thickly muscled torso and thighs separated both above and below by the pole protruding several inches up from where his upper and lower body met. Kicking his knees gently Bobby took the hint and flexed them. Stepping out of her sandals she stood with one foot firmly planted on the top of each foot.
“Count’em, I want to see what you got.”
Bobby ripped off 147 crunches before collapsing breathless. His body, reddened from blood that had moved into his skin in an attempt to cool his hot body. Beads of sweat formed on his torso. Mistress watched him inhale, his chest rising and falling, his ribcage expanding and collapsing, and his blood-engorged manisa escort abdominals rippling with definition after the exhausting work. The formally stout appendage hung limply and off to one side as if bowing in reverence to the beautiful mistress who it now served. Bobby felt a foot poking at his flaccid cock. She stroked it clumsily with her toes. Crunching and uncrunching them she milked the soft balloon until it twitched once and then again began thickening, pulsing upward. As it rose triumphantly, Debra giggled.
“Roll over.” Her voice was whimsical; almost playful and she nudged a foot into his left hip prompting him to move. Bobby grunted something indiscernible and complied, his lungs still puffing from the morning exercise.
No sooner had he gotten to his stomach then he felt her weight. She sat between his shoulder blades and rested her feet on the small of his back. “Give me five good ones before we eat.”
Curious to see if he could move her she sat patiently waiting. She wanted to see just how strong her submissive really was. She figured he should be able to lift her slender 125 pound frame without too much of an issue but then again that was on top of his own 200 plus pounds. Feeling his core tense Deb braced herself while he moved his hands into position.
“I have food in my hands. Don’t let it spill,” she chided.
Bobby inhaled deeply and then pressed his body upward, making sure he didn’t disturb the precious cargo above.
“That’s one. Now let’s see what you got.” He could hear the mischievous tone in her words and fought to stifle a smile that he knew would zap his strength.
Lowering himself he momentarily paused and hoisted her again. And then he did it again, and then again, and then again, and then again.
“That’s five,” she said “Well do– woooo,” she called out as he lowered himself to the ground. Not expecting him to move she almost lost her balance. Some of the milk spilled and she fought to steady herself and the tray.
He lifted her again, this time making her laugh. When he completed another push-up she cheered, giving him a good ole Texas ‘whoop, whoop’. Bobby cranked out another eight reps before lowering them both to the floor and gasping for air.
Smacking his taut ass playfully she ordered him to get up. He rolled over and smiled. “Let’s eat Mr. Texas.” Grabbing his limp appendage she pulled him in the direction of the deck with him still breathing heavily. They walked into the warmth of a Texas summer morning.
When they had finished eating and Bobby had cleaned the kitchen and showered he found her sitting in the charcoal gray leather chair.
“OK, I let you sleep in but, like I said last night, that’s going to be the exception to the rule.” Her eyes smiled as she watched his cock arch slightly. “This little guy sure does let me know where your mind is. I think it’s your ultimate truth detector.” She chuckled and watched it grow ever larger, the bulbous head darkening as deoxygenated blood filled the soft terminal chamber and growing deliciously thick.
Bobby nodded, suppressing an equally humored smile unsuccessfully. He liked this woman. He liked her a lot and she seemed to be nothing like the tough, overbearing sister whom he had just been set free from.
“I need to go over some ground rules with you and I expect you to memorize them. When you get some free time I’ll want them organized and written in a notebook that I’ll keep in my bedroom. Whatever you write becomes law and if you aren’t sure about something at some future time you can go to that book for clarification. During the days ahead I’ll be adding more responsibilities as things come to mind but for now, I’ll just touch on the essentials.”
She stood and approached him, eyeing him curiously. “I’ve been wrestling with what position I want you in when I really want your attention. I know what my sister did but I’m not sure I want that. She stroked his cock several times while speaking. It only took 20 seconds to fully engorge. God, he was responsive! Purple veins ran in jagged paths over its surface and the large head darkened to a deep red as blood compressed into the confined spaces at its tip. Deb purred and then sunk to her knees, taking him quickly into her mouth. Her tongue found the terminal slit and probed its opening. It was large and she wondered how much volume it would release when she finally permitted him the treat to ejaculate.
Bobby looked skyward as if to thank God and then peered down at the super-model kneeling. She had it all. Supermodel, porn star, movie star, Miss America – she could be anything she wanted he thought. But at this moment she was his mistress and she wanted a cock to fill her luscious mouth. He knew his thoughts were a bit too risqué, for she was no porn star, nor would she ever be but she was all of the others and more.
The massive rod was way too big to swallow fully but she did her best, taking him until a gag forced her to retreat mardin escort and release it from between her lips.
“This is fun,” she said looking up.
She took him again, this time more gently and concentrated her attention to tongue-massaging the soft puffy vein on his underside. Stroking it while hoisting the hard appendage vertical to gain better access, she lapped at it like the long lollipop it was. A minute later she stood.
“Wipe my cheeks. I think I have some saliva on them,” she ordered nonchalant. Turning first to the right and then to the left she let Bobby’s fingers sweep away small amounts of wetness that had gathered on her face.
“Now present.” He assumed the classic position he had spent so many hundreds of hours in with his last mistress. Deb stepped back, observed him and then moved to one side, then the other and then walked behind absorbing his posture from every angle.
“Put our hands to your side as if you are standing at attention.” She observed again, this time circling him like a shark moving in for a kill. The click, click, click of her heels accentuated her dominance. Her sultry form moved around, inspecting him from all angles.
“I don’t like that one,” she said grabbing his shoulders from behind and pushing his ass forward.
“That looks even more ridiculous. Clasp your hands behind your head and push your cock out.”
He obeyed and another walk around ensued. When she came behind Deb ran her hands over his thickly muscled shoulders and lats.
“Better. Hands on your head this time.”
Bobby obeyed. The position felt more comfortable than the previous one. His thought was interrupted when she suddenly grabbed his shaft and pulled it toward her while simultaneously pushing his chest away. He arched still further almost losing his balance.
Debra smiled. Coming to his side she rubbed her knee up and down the back of one leg. Then she leaned against him she ran a hand up and over his ribs and pectorals while the other explored his expansive back. She felt him move.
“Spread your legs more Bobby. That’s it, nice and wide.” Her hands moved south, one stopping to grab his contracted glut and the other landing just above his pubis. She massaged the soft smooth skin causing him to let out a visceral groan.
“How do you staying so smooth?” She whispered.
“I use a hair removing solution. I’ve been doing it for a few months now.”
“I like it. I’ll make sure you always have a supply. Make sure you use it daily. You can write in your book I want you smooth at all times. The only exception is the hair on your head.”
“What about my whiskers?”
“Is that on your head?” Her index finger moved in between his taut ass cheeks and probed the puckered surface of his ass.
“No Mistress.” He gasped at the digital intrusion.
“Then I’m sure you can figure it out.” Mistress broke free, much to Bobby’s chagrin and stepped back.
“Add this rule too: Whenever you approach me you are to remain at ease in whatever position you want. However if I do this,” she flicked her index finger upward, “you are to assume this position. I’ll call this your present position for now.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Mistress,” she corrected and then noticed his cockslit gleam as a large droplet of pre cum slowly formed.
Bobby smiled. “Yes Mistress. My mistake.”
Debra ran a finger over the drop and shoved it into his mouth. Without pause she said, “If I do this,” she flicked her index finger downward, “then I want you on your knees in this same position. Do it.”
Bobby dropped, spreading his knees beyond shoulder width and arched his pelvis.
“You have such a nice ass Bobby Lewis.” She tapped one cheek with the toe of her foot flirtatiously. “I am going to have such fun with you,” she said coming around to look at him. “Is this position comfortable? You could be in it for some time, so be honest.”
“It’s not as comfortable as the one I was trained to be in previously but it’s better than having my hands behind my head.” His cock pulsated and then a long thin line of thick clear liquid fell in slow motion to the tile floor.
“I think you’ll be able to manage. If not, I’ll adjust it accordingly. Write these two positions down in your book. Call them Standing Present and Kneeling Present.” She paused and then added, “I expect your writing to be neat and legible.”
He nodded his understanding.
“OK the next topic is your dress. We’ll get you clothes at some point but while at home, and this is home,” she said spreading her hands and moving them around to indicate the house at large,” I want you naked. After all I am your Mistress and I can be one horny bitch as I’m coming to realize. I don’t know what it is about you but I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
“I like it.”
“Good. Anyway I want access to you whenever I damn well please. However, there are times when I’ll need you to go outside. When you do, I want you dressed. I’m thinking a jumpsuit of some type that you can slip in and out of quickly might serve you well.”
“Will I be going outside?”
“Yes but mostly just to check the mail or pick up delivered package. Sometimes I may have you do some yardwork and I don’t want the neighbors seeing you like this.”