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The Best Gift Ever Ch. 01

This is a continuation of the 'A Tennessee Education' and picks up immediately after its conclusion. Characters in this novel builds on the characters of the previous on and for that reason some content will not make complete sense without reading the earlier book. The theme of this work is about female dominance, femdom, a wife-led-marriage, and male submission/slavery. If this is not a relational style you enjoy I encourage you to look elsewhere for a good read. There are hundreds of choices on this site. I hope you enjoy the read.

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Bobby's eyes fell on the black leather suitcase lying on Mistress Sharon's bed when he pushed the door ajar and walked in. He realized she must have assumed things would go according to her plan. He grinned sadly at the thought of her premeditated outcome and how he had fit - or rather how he no longer fit - into it. The suitcase still had the price tag wrapped around the handle. Tearing it free he unzipped the top and tossed the lid open. Quickly pulling a chunk of hangers from the far corner of the walk-in closet; the small amount of space she allotted for his meager clothes, he tossed the small pile onto the bed. As he separated the few slacks and shirts he owned from their hangers he looked around the room. It held so many memories. So many hard memories and yet they were somehow recollections he came to view as being home and feeling normal; at least for him.

Looking to the far side of the bed his gaze fell onto the eye-bolts anchored in both the floor and ceiling and he was seized with emotion. He thought back to the year that had been his life. He was no longer the same man that left the small town of Randolph seeking fame and fortune when he got his first gig as an educational consultant at a failing city school system. Mariko had seen to that. Actually Mariko and his obnoxious attitude toward her and his co-worker had seen to that. Shaking his head and wiping a tear from his cheek he breathed deeply and exhaled audibly.

"Get a hold of yourself Bobby," he said to no one in particular. "This place is no longer your home. Get over it! It's time to move on."

Yet the thought of his transition from an independent normal country guy to that of a dependent slave having no power, no worth and no promise of anything other than painful service to a mistress was one he sometimes felt incapable of fully wrapping his brain around. Never in his life did he ever think, dream or desire he'd be forced to live under the watchful eye of a woman. Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever imagined he or anyone else living in a free society might desire the life that became his reality. Mistress Sharon had revolutionized his worldview. She, with the help of her mentor Mariko saw in him what he had never seen in himself. He was a natural; a born slave; a man who thrived living in obedience to a strong woman. What Mistress had done to him and what he permitted her to do could never be fully comprehended.

How was it that he came to crave being publically embarrassed, humiliated, forced to endure beatings, unsanitary living conditions, and even being reduced to living as an animal and then have a mindset that viewed all of those horrific treatments as acceptable? Why had ne never gone to the authorities? Why had he not only endured all she did to break him but desire it? Of course Bobby knew the answers to these questions. It took him several months to fully understand but he now knew why. The answer of course was simple enough. He found security and self-worth in his dependent state. He loved being known as a man who was the property of a strong and confident woman. How many men could say that? Almost none, he was certain. Bobby didn't want to be like mainstream society; at least not any more. He relished being different, not just to be different in and amongst itself but because the difference in his life had at its basis a higher calling. Matriarchy was not a figment of society's imagination. Not any more. It was an up and coming trend and was one he knew would someday replace the barbaric qualities of patriarchy that left a trail of death, violence, abuse and female debasement in every culture in which it thrived.

Mariko was one such force of change in that realm. She along with thousands of others like her was changing the hearts and minds of women in their respective circles of influence and those circles were growing concentrically larger with each passing year. Mariko changed women and in the process forced changes in the men with whom those women interacted. Often, as in Bobby's case, change did not come easily. Results were only seen by initially oppressing, restricting, debasing, and controlling a man akin to how military boot-camps handled new recruits. Following the mantra of breaking them down before remaking them into men of their liking they altered a man's psyche one individual at a time. In Bobby's case his mistress left off the latter part of that adage. She broke him and then severed their relationship while he was still in his broken state. But from his perspective, being broken wasn't such a bad thing because in the process he was able to serve. He was able to dote, admire, cater, please, and be known as hers! What more could he ever want in life?

His cage bumped into the wooden frame of the bed making him laugh. Not only had his outlook on life done a complete one-eighty but so did the performance of his cock. He had been locked in this thing for months now. How long had he been out? Two days, maybe a week at the most?" The cage had served as one of her key compliance-motivators to keep his sexual energy channeled toward her needs. And her methods worked. He loved pleasing Mistress. He ached to serve and for the past eight months or so did anything and everything to make her life more content - both in and out of the bedroom. Yet as good as his tongue was and even though he must have provided her with hundreds of orgasms, many so mind-blowing that it took her several minutes to recover, it wasn't enough.

Today she had ended it all with one swift snap of the bolt cutters. Why she had done this, he could only guess. But the pain he felt when he realized she no longer wanted him was almost unbearable. He hated her for what she did. She left him speechless, numb and dumbfounded. Looking down at the two chunks of steel in his hand and staring numbly at them tears of sorrow cascaded down his cheeks and onto the cut steel. Slowly he pulled himself together and when he had regained his composure he tossed the broken collar halves into his bag. Just then Deb popped her head in the room.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked.

He didn't turn around. His eyes were too bloodshot and he knew he looked pathetic. "Packing," he muttered. "Sharon must have known I'd need a bag because this was on the bed when I came upstairs." He nodded toward the suitcase still keeping his back to the soft voice behind him.

"Leave it. Just toss a few things in here and let's get going." She threw a small day pack in his direction. It landed in the center of the open leather bag on the bed.

"Yes Mistress," he said automatically, slowly turning to look her way.

Debra beamed. "I'm not use to hearing that. Those words," she added, "but they sound really nice." It was then when she saw the distressed look on his face. "What's wrong? You OK?"

"I'll be fine. I'm just trying to process all that's happened in the past hour. That's all."

She gave him a hug and rested her head against his chest. "I know this must be tough. I can't imagine how much she must have hurt you and I'm sorry. It wasn't any of your doing. She wanted to move in another direction and that meant you had to go. You need to understand that."

"I guess so. But it still hurts."

She squeezed him tightly and then broke free and grasped both arms. She looked directly up into his blue eyes. "It's time to move on - to move on with me."

He smiled a forced smile. It was just so hard to make his mind move from one woman to another in a matter of minutes. It hurt so bad to lose Mistress Sharon. Maybe the pain felt so strong because he had invested so much of his life to please her. He was the one that had obeyed, who endured nights strung up in the basement or cabled to the ceiling eyebolt or anchored to the floor by the neck. He was the one who lived every night for months at a time in a cage made for a large dog. He was the one that cleaned, fixed, organized and managed her home. He was the one that licked the pussy of any woman whose legs she told him to kneel between. He did it all and he did it all with pride because he knew he belonged to her. He was hers for God's sake! All she did was reap the rewards and benefits of his efforts. To say he wasn't good enough for all of that effort is what the broken collar represented and that's what burned at his soul so intensely. He simply didn't make the grade, make the cut or measure up to whatever standard she sought. He was a nobody with a nobody. Actually he was with her sister but he knew she didn't have a clue about how to mistress a man and that sucked. Yea she was gorgeous and yea, they seemed to get along but it felt like he was getting shafted albeit with the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

Bobby looked into the beautiful eyes of the woman holding him. Her gaze had captivated his imagination some months ago and now it was doing the same; this time slowly helping him to free his mind from the turmoil of the evening that was.

She smiled first and then brought his hand to her lips and kissed the back of it affectionately. Her eyes then moved to his crotch and she saw his cock squished inside the tiny steel cage. He was still naked; standing in front of her with no more concern than he would if he was standing in line fully clothed at a grocery checkout. In any other setting the sight of him would have probably repulsed her but in her sisters' home it didn't. It was just the way things were done here and she almost didn't think twice about seeing him without any clothing covering his midsection.

She fingered the cage grate that encapsulated his penis. It measured but a few inches in length and maybe half that in width. He appeared so diminutive inside that little prison. The sight of his tiny soldier brought her mind back to high school world history class. She remembered Roman's castrating male slaves and still had visions of textbook pictures of men with tiny penis' and no balls caring for female royalty. It almost made her laugh.

"I don't think you're going to get through gate security with this on. Take it off."

"I don't have the key," he said innocently, not really in the mode for her cajoling sarcasm.

"I'll get it." And with that she bolted down the stairs while he abandoned packing the large bag in lieu of her request.

He tossed the collar halves in the bottom of the daypack and filled the rest with miscellaneous toiletries and two days' worth of clothing. It was all the bag would hold. Scanning the room one final time his eye fell once more to the eyebolts. The ceiling one had a cable dangling freely and he walked over to where it hung. He pulled hard on the cord checking the firmness of the anchor which he knew was completely secure. Seeing the bolt in the floor was different. She had used this one to tether him to the planks below for countless nights when she finally upgraded his sleeping quarters from the outside cage to her bedroom. Most wouldn't think of calling this a step-up but for Bobby it meant the world. He could sleep with her! He could hear her breathing, sense when she moved, and knew she now wanted her property secured in her very presence. The bolt was much more than a seventy-five cent chunk of hardware. It was a link to her. Not wanting to part with a keepsake holding so many unprocessed thoughts he rifled through his daypack, pulled out one of the steel halves, slipped it inside the eye and used it as leverage to unscrew it from the plank floor. Bobby threw everything back in and zipped the pack shut just as Deb reappeared holding the end of a gold chain between her thumb and forefinger. At the other end swayed the familiar key he had seen so often hanging between Mistress' breasts. He smiled sadly.

"I see you found it."

"Come here Bobby," she said without pause. "Let's get you out of that thing."

Unabashed he strode over noticing the trembling hands grab the lock and insert the key before giving it a twist.

"Can you tell this is all new for me?" She asked not looking up from her work.

"It's OK. I'm a little nervous myself."

"You know," she said, making eye contact with him, "it's really good to hear you say that because I'm scared to death."

"I'm not going to hurt you Deb."

"I know that, but still," she paused not knowing what to say. "It's still scary. I hope I'm doing the right thing."

"I'm glad you made the choice you did."

She pulled the lock free of the cage. "Here," stepping back, "you take that thing off."

Bobby smiled. "And do what with it?"

"I don't know." She watched him pull the steel mesh free of his pocket-sized cock.

"Do you want me to leave it or take it?"

His cock grew rapidly, tripling in length and girth as soon as the restrictive bars were removed.

"Oh my!" Deb exclaimed. She watched in amazement at the transition from limp to full erection. "Oh my!" she said again. A smile grew slowly and steadily as she stared at the massive appendage now pointing directly at her.

Bobby blushed as he glanced first to Deb and then down at his manhood observing what had captivated her attention. "Is it OK?" He asked timidly, hoping to be reassured.

Deb didn't answer. She didn't move. She just stared. "Why did my sister want to keep this beautiful thing locked all the time?" She said quietly.

"Because, sh - -"

Deb held up her hand. "I don't need an answer. I was just thinking out loud Bobby."

She reached cautiously toward his staff and used the flat of her hand to caress the soft underbelly. Bobby twitched. It was her first touch of his prized possession. Deb held her hand open, letting the thick sausage rest on the outstretched palm. She felt its weight and warmth and felt a stir down below. It was a stirring caused by a man and one she hadn't felt that in over a decade. Sure she had stirred the pot many a time by herself. She did it almost daily but this was different. She was holding a man's genital and feeling something - something healthy for the first time in who knew how long. She gripped his pole. This thing was bigger than her hand. The thick bulbous head reached partway up her forearm. She slid her hand further underneath and cupped his swollen orbs. The size of two medium grade eggs, they were larger than what she had envisioned; all of him was larger than the tools her husband had. Maybe that's why he stooped to such low standards when he recruited others to do his sexual bidding. She pushed the thought of that asshole out of her mind and centered her thoughts on him. Cupping his balls gently she fondled each one. The firm, fleshy, somewhat malleable balls slid around in the watery environment of his scrotal sack. Grabbing his cock once more she saw that when she cupped his nuts his shaft extended almost halfway up to her elbow. This thing was so beautiful - almost perfect!

Deb closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "Was this really happening? Was she really going to do this? Did she actually feel that something - that emotion - that visceral reaction when she touched this part of him? Am I actually holding a man's cock in my hand?" She pulled away suddenly and looked up.

"Put that cage in your pack and get dressed. Sharon is booking our flight now and we need to get going."

Bobby thought she suddenly looked irritated. "Yes Mis, Ma'am, uh, what do you want me to call you?"

"Deb for now. We can talk about that later. I don't want to miss our flight. Let's go." She turned to leave.

"Where is your bag?" He interrupted.

"At the front door. Now hurry."

Bobby smiled; not because of her reaction to her touch. Indeed that felt wonderful. In fact he had never been blessed to have been examined by a woman as beautiful as she. What amused him was her reaction. He heard Mistress Sharon in her speech. They both had that pragmatic side. That 'get moving now, we don't want to be late' side that he loved hearing so much. He wondered just how much the fraternal twin sisters really emulated one another. Indeed they were alike. He wondered if Deb was as particular as she appeared now with every part of her life. He hurriedly dressed, leaving the partially packed leather bag lying on Mistress Sharon's bed.

"Goodbye Mistress. I will miss you," he said quietly. Taking one last look at her bedroom he closed the door. A final tear rolled down his cheek as he did.

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The cab pulled up to the curb and Bobby got out with an umbrella already open. He hurried around to the other side and helped Debra Ashby out. It was raining buckets. No sooner did her feet hit the pavement than were they lifted off the ground. Bobby scooped her lithe body up effortlessly while managing the umbrella and carried her to the shelter of the overhanging terminal roof. Hurrying back he grabbed their belongings and paid the Cabbie with a handsome tip Deb had given him earlier.

Deb smiled broadly as the two made their way inside. "I'm coming to like you more and more."

"It was nothing."

"Well nothing or not, I enjoyed the attention and your thoughtfulness."

"Thank you. Miss... Can I call you Mistress?"

She stopped and pivoted immediately in front of him. They almost collided when she moved so quickly before him. "I said we'd discuss this later." Her voice was soft yet firm and Bobby could tell he had overstepped his boundary by asking.

"I'm sorry. It just feels so odd to..."

Deb had already turned away leaving him expressing his thoughts to no one. It was then that he began to notice the attention they seemed to be drawing. To be more specific he noticed the attention she drew from others. Deb was a true head-turner. Not only were the guys craning their necks to gawk when she passed by but women too stopped to take in her physical perfection. No wonder she went so far in the state beauty contest. Ending up as the alternate for Oklahoma in the National Miss America pageant spoke volumes as to how perfectly put together this new Mistress of his was. Now, if he could only call her that.

Indeed she had a perfect body. She was long and lean with an ample bosom on a slender frame that made his mouth water. Bobby had a hard time keeping his eyes off the nubs that pushed against the thin material of her bra and top. Her ass was round and firm and she had the most beautiful legs. They were long and strong and - well they were perfect! From the moment he had first seen her he was struck by how flawless her facial features were. Large almond shaped eyes, a smile to melt any man's heart, a sharp nose, full lips, nice cheekbones and impeccable skin made him swallow hard every time he saw her. She was simply that stunning.

It didn't surprise him to feel the strength in her small body when he lifted her from the cab but to feel how light she was did. And maybe that was part of her feminine lure that captivated him so fully. Women of all types made his heart quicken when they asserted their dominance but a beautiful woman did so even more. It always made him wonder how someone so small could exude so much control over him when he could easily overpower her. Yet he found himself incapable of even thinking of going there. Maybe that was why Mariko and later Mistress Sharon had told him on so many occasions he was a born submissive. Maybe that's why Mistress Sharon had devastated him. She had rejected and abandoned him. If it wasn't for the hope that Deb gave him as a potential new mistress he'd probably be crying uncontrollably in some cheap hotel room in an attempt to come to grips with her actions. As things worked out he was moving from one sister to another although he had no idea what was in store for him with this one. Would she treat him the same? Different? Push him even further? Set him free? He had no idea but it felt good to be in the presence of another Ashby sister.
"Bobby! Come!" She called.

He hurried to where she stood in the baggage check line.

"You need to stay close and not wander off again."

"I'm sorry. I got distracted."

"About what?"

"Just thinking. I have a lot of thoughts swirling around inside."

She patted the small of his back. "You and me both."

"Next!" the girl called.

"I want to check this bag," Deb said.

"You can carry it on. It's plenty small."

"I know it is but I need to check it. There's some metal in there and I'm afraid it won't make it through the security screen."

"No weapons I hope."

"No, just a chastity cage for his penis," she said flatly.

The girls' mouth opened in surprise.

"I thought I'd make your day," Deb said laughing.

Her wise-crack broke the tension and the girl giggled. "For a second I thought you were serious," she answered comforted by Deb's comic relief.

"Oh, I was. There really is one in there. Do you want to see?"

She looked first to Deb and then to Bobby who shook his head in agreement.

"It's pretty small," he said indicating the size of it with his thumb and finger.

"If you say so. I don't need to see it if it's being checked," the girl said hurriedly handing Deb a bag receipt. "Have a nice trip."

As they made their way up the escalator she burst into laughter and Bobby wrapped a strong arm around her. She reciprocated, leaning into him.

"Are you always like this?" Bobby asked.

"Never. I don't know what got into me. It must be you that brings out some extroverted side I didn't know existed.

"I like it."

"Don't worry. It will be gone soon."

Bobby wondered what that meant but she said nothing more. Instead he made small talk as they waited in the security check line."

"Thank you for letting me go free."

"Free? Who said I did that?"

"Free of the cage I mean."

Deb smirked, "Oh that thing. What a shame you were stuck in there for so long."

"I don't understand," he said somewhat puzzled.

"Later Bobby, later."

"Oh," he said feeling suddenly crushed.

"Don't be so sensitive. Do you really think I should talk about your pelvic appendage in public?"

An older woman jerked her head around, apparently hearing Deb's remark.

"Sorry ma'am. I'm trying to be discrete but he has a really nice one. It's at least this long." She held up two hands spaced some distance apart.

The lady gave Deb a snarly disgusted look and turned away quickly.

Bobby answered. "No Ma'am. I just have..."

Once more Deb held up her hands as if to say, 'enough'. Bobby paused in midsentence. They waited another few minutes in the long line when Deb suddenly grabbed him by the arm and pulled.

"This way."

"Why?"

"She pulled him free of the line and then stopped. "What's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?"

In the last ten minutes you've done three of four things I never thought I'd have to address. What's with all the questions? I thought my sister taught you how to obey and keep your mouth shut."

"Maybe we should talk about this."

"Look," she poked him in the center of his chest. "Just do what I say for now, OK? You're making me have second thoughts about taking you home."

Bobby swallowed hard. That was the last thought he wanted germinating in her mind. "Yes Ma'am. I will obey you."

"Good. Now come." She slipped her arm around his and they hurried back downstairs near to where they had checked in. Bobby waited exactly where she had pointed while she made her way to the attendant. After a bit of dickering she found him and looked both happy and bothered.

"I got us an upgrade to first class. I just noticed the seats we had were in the very back of the plane and I hate sitting there. It's noisy behind the engines and it's near the bathrooms. There always seems to be a screaming kid stuck in the back of the plane. I needed to get us better seats."

"That's great," he said.

"It is, but we have to wait another seventy minutes before we can board. There were no upgrades on the one we were booked on."

They made their way past bookstores, and eateries, all of which made Bobby's stomach growl. "Can I get you a coffee while we wait?"

Deb looked up at her tall handsome escort and smiled affectionately. "Let's get back in line and after we make it through security we can find a somewhat private place to sit. Then you can fetch me a hot cup of coffee."

"Can I ask a favor of you?" He said timidly.

"What's that?"

"Will you come with me so I can watch you make it the way you like? I promise I'll make every one after exactly the same way."

"Hmmm," she harrumphed. "Deal."

"Thanks Deb." The words came awkwardly sounding more like a fifth grader saying the first name of his school teacher and her overhearing him. She forced a smile. "I need to learn your ways. That's why I asked."

"Indeed you do!"

...

Deb adjusted her seat and took the glass of white wine that Bobby had been holding.

"Push your seat back. Make it even with mine," she said softly.

He gave her the wine after she was situated comfortably and then obeyed her gentle order. He liked knowing she wasn't afraid to tell him what she wanted. It gave him a sense of solace to know she could address him in that way. How odd it was that he now needed that kind of directness to feel loved. His hope was she'd continue along the same path.

Shifting her pillow a little to the left she said, "This is more like it. I love traveling first class."

"I take it you can afford it?"

"I can." Her answer was arrogant but rather stated the obvious. She had money and didn't need to scrimp and pinch to get by. He also sensed she wasn't interested in expanding any further on her financial situation and decided it was not his prerogative to explore the subject further.

"Are you going to tell me what I can call you?" He probed.

"Can I ask you why you are asking me this?"

Bobby took a deep breath and turned to face her. He looked at her profile admiring once more her beauty. He hoped her face would be one he'd come to see for many a day. She was absolutely stunning.

"What?" She asked.

"You're beautiful. I was just taking in your profile and committing it to memory."

Deb smiled appreciatively. "Thank you."

"You probably hear that a lot. I noticed people all over the airport stopping to look at you."

"I don't even notice it anymore. It's just part of life. God made me this way. When I look at myself in the mirror every morning I really don't give how I look much thought."

"But you do realize you are about as perfect as a woman can get."

"I know I'm a head-turner and I can't say I'm not thankful. But I do work hard to keep my body in good shape. Can we leave it at that?"

"Yes but do I have permission to remind you often."

Deb giggled. "A girl never tires of hearing a compliment Bobby. Of course you may."

"Thank you." He answered with a smile before continuing. "As to your question," He collected his thoughts, choosing his words carefully, "The past couple of hours have been a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings."

Deb nodded knowingly.

"Your sister pretty much rejected me and my guess is she did it because she wanted Malik."

"I honestly have no idea if that was her reasoning or not. I didn't even think to ask."

"Well for whatever reason, it pretty much devastated me. Never in a million years did I think she'd do this."

"Are you saying you don't want to be with me?"

"Hear me out," Bobby said and held up his hand to halt any more questions. "Your sister and I have been through so much and as the months of training me mounted I emotionally bonded to her. Before tonight I would have told you there was no way I could ever live without her. I woke every morning and lived every day with only her on my mind. I felt completely bonded - as if I was her most treasured property. I wanted to make her happy. I did everything for her even though she never reciprocated to the same level of my commitment she required of me. I can probably count on one hand the number of times she took the time to really enjoy my body and even then we never," he leaned in a little closer, "did it," emphasizing the word 'it'.

"You're kidding!" Deb said loudly.

Bobby shook his head. "Never."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. Jonathan maybe? I wondered if she was still healing from that debacle although I never asked. I wasn't permitted to ask. She taught me to obey without questioning her and so that became my life and truth be told, I came to love that way of life."

"And you loved being her slave?"

"I did. I think she helped me discover this alter ego that I had no idea existed in me. But to answer your question, I'm glad I'm here with you. After she cut the collar and released me I dreaded you might not accept her offer and take me. I couldn't imagine going with Jess. It just would have never worked for lots of reasons."

"And I will?"

"I think I'll bond with you even more completely than I did with Mistr -, I mean Sharon."

Deb smiled. "And why is that?"

"Because of the way we connected from the very start. I felt something that first night when we met. When we talked outside while I grilled those steaks I could tell we seemed to hit it off really well. You made me feel important I think you enjoyed my company. I knew I couldn't reach out to you and I didn't want to but I also couldn't deny what I felt and what I sensed from you."

"And what was that?" By now Deb had slipped out of her heels and curled up in the seat to face Bobby.

"I think you felt the same thing. I think for whatever reason, you felt oddly comfortable around a man and I don't think you've felt that way for years."

She smiled coyly. "Maybe."

"Maybe nothing. I think you felt more than a 'maybe' but I'm getting away from what I wanted to say."

"I like when you get off track like that."

"A girl likes a compliment," he said casually, "I didn't forget."

"Yep. Even implied ones."

Her smile was genuine and made him grin almost instinctively. There really was something about her that so strongly drew him to her.

He continued. "I know we have the potential to bond but as to whether or not we do, or how tight that bond becomes will be pretty much up to you. I'm the one who follows. You're the one who leads. And like the Good Book says, 'your people will become my people and where you sleep is where I will sleep'. I think there is quite a bit of allegory in those words that pertains to us," he said thoughtfully. They were both quiet for some time.

Bobby persisted. "After Sharon released me I became a free man. Mariko, Jess and you all witnessed that. She chose to release me rather than transferring my slavery from one her to another mistress. Instead she simply released me and then, probably out of pity, asked if you would take me."

"So you don't view me as a mistress? Is that what you're saying?"

"I don't," he paused. "Right now, no, I don't."

"Why?"

He could see the surprise in her eyes. "Because you aren't one of them. You aren't one of Mariko's progeny. You weren't mentored by her or accepted into their society. You didn't go to her weekly meetings or hang out with the other mistresses she's trained. You don't seem like a woman that wants what she wants or believes what she does - what they all do. They want to rule their home and have men serve them with unquestioning obedience."

Deb crinkled her face in an unreadable way. Before answering she gave him her glass. "Get me another one. Go."

"Yes Ma'am." He stood to seek out the stewardess.

Before he departed Deb replied, "Ma'am is nice Bobby, but Mistress has an even better ring."

Bobby whirled his head around at her words but she waved him off. "The wine first and get yourself a glass too."

He returned two minutes later handing her the half-filled glass. This time it was Debra who noticed the trembling hand.

"You afraid of heights?" She asked.

"No. Why?"

"You're shaking."

"It's not the plane. It's what you said."

"What about what I said?"

"You told me you wanted me to call you Mistress."

"And so I did."

"But are you a mistress?"

"I'm not sure but does that mean you can't call me one?"

"I guess not." He then added. "So then what am I?"

"My slave of course, Bobby. When I agreed to take you I agreed on the assumed condition you would obey my word as law. That's why I pulled you aside and questioned you in the security line. I didn't feel like you were and I didn't want to deal with a rebellious guy I hardly know. I simply have no desire to take you on if that is how you're going to act."

"Maybe I acted that way because I'm not use to having someone call me Bobby and talk to me like you do or put their arm around mine. Maybe I felt a little too normal."

"And you don't like that?"

"Oh, that's not it at all! I loved it! It felt wonderful."

"Well can't I be affectionate and still be your Mistress?"

"I guess you can be whatever you want."

"Exactly! And that is what I intend to do. For example," she pulled her phone out of her purse and opened a long text from 'twin' and handed him the phone. "That's from Sharon. Read it, slave."

Bobby smiled and then focused on the tiny print:

"I know you're probably stressed so I called ahead. Had a large cage brought to your house and set up halfway down the path to the lake. Dog food and water should be on top. Lock with key on the latch. Figured you'd want it just to get him started off right."

Bobby swallowed hard as he handed the cell back. He could picture his old mistress doing that very thing; looking out for her sister and making sure she stayed safe while this new stranger came to reside with her. He felt a stir in his groin at the thought of Deb putting him in there for the night. At the same time he felt a pang of sadness at the thought of being separated.

"I have no intention of putting you in that cage," she said putting the phone back in her purse.

"You don't?"

"Not at this point."

"Why not?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm your slave."

"Are you wearing underwear?"

"Where did that thought come from he mused," "Yes Mistress."

Go to the restroom and take it off and then I'll talk - and you will listen."

"If that's what you want," he said getting up again.

Bobby returned a few minutes later with a pair of boxer briefs balled up in one hand. She could see his pants beginning to tent through the thin material of his slacks.

"Go toss them in the waste basket. Make sure you ask the pretty stewardess if it's OK before you do."

Leaving her presence with an obvious grin he went, once more, back to the cute brunette who was working in the forward galley.

When he returned he grabbed his drink and sat.

"Well?" Deb said raising an eyebrow.

"She said it was ok to throw whatever I didn't want in the waste basket so that's what I did."

"Did you tell her what it was?"

"Yes Mistress. She just looked at me and then at my groin and smiled."

"Good. Now sit down and get comfortable. It's time for you to hear me out. That is if you are through talking." She raised an eyebrow." Are you?"

"I think so. I wanted you to understand the whole switch thing that your sister did and know that I felt as if I left her house a free man. Well kind of," he added.

"I got it. Now be quiet and listen." She reached over and casually ran her small hand down the length of the tent pole that had continued to grow. Bobby twitched and turned ever so slightly her way to give her better access. She smiled and then watched as he closed his eyes for a long second.

"I promise I won't interrupt you Mistress."

Deb grinned saw those submissive words flowing so easily from his tongue were sincere and unrehearsed. He spoke from his heart; from the heart of a man who had the heart of a slave. His words and the way he expressed himself made her feel both appreciated and empowered. It made for an easy segue to what she wanted to convey. She squeezed his erection, barely able to enclose her fingers around its ample girth.

"This is a part of you that I absolutely love." She smiled and then seemed to clear her mind of the picture of the cockshaft that had momentarily distracted her. "First off, I'm going to call you Bobby for now. If and when I feel differently I will let you know. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

She beamed one of those jaw-dropping smiles. "I need to get use to being called that," she added. "I'm going to call you Bobby both privately and publicly and I expect you to be consistent in how you address me."

"I will."

"I have some dear girlfriends whom I love and I'm sure it won't be long before you meet them. I have clients that come to my home almost every day. I have neighbors. I have acquaintances. I know a lot of people. You do your part and address me as the person I am and I'll handle the questions. Understood?"

Bobby grinned. "Understood." He realized that beneath her perfectly formed exterior was a highly organized, no nonsense person with confidence and expectations. He was beginning to see that even though she had a man in her life, she had no intention of compromising anything because of him.

"Now drink your wine and hear me out. By the way," she pointed to his glass, "this is the only one you're drinking. You're driving me home so take your time and enjoy it."

"I am," he said smirking behind the soft glow of the fluid in the crystal vial now at his lips.

"I know you think I am not one of Mariko's underlings but you are mistaken. Just because I didn't live in the Riverton area doesn't mean I haven't learn her ways. Technology has a way of changing the traditional classroom. These days, online courses can sometimes equal or surpass that of the classroom ones."

Bobby looked at her puzzled. He tried remaining attentive but her touches were beginning to make him ache for more. She seemed completely at ease with her actions but her strokes along with the visual eye-candy of her voluptuous figure was getting him quite aroused.

She continued, "Soon after I learned about my sister's relationship with you and learned it was nothing even close to a normal one, I spent hundreds of hours exploring what you two shared. I thought she was nuts when I learned she was training a slave. I went online to learn mostly as a way to help talk her out of this. While I did I came across Mariko's website."

"She has a ..."

Deb put a finger to Bobby's lip quelling his interruption. "You are going to get a trip to the cage sooner than later if this continues. I doubt you were this obnoxious with Sharon."

He shook his head making her smile at his sudden meekness.

"Yes, Mariko has a website and it's quite extensive. I've been to every page of it including all of the 200 or more streaming videos she has available. Most are recordings of her weekly women's meeting presentations but some are talks she's given in other parts of the country. Not only have I listened to her but I've also had the chance to think about it and replay parts of all or some of her presentations over and over. You see, I think I've gotten more out of what she's said than those attending because I had the advantage of replaying them so that I could digest her thoughts more fully and form my own philosophical perspective on things. Although I don't agree with everything she has to say I do with most, so in many respects I agree with Sharon's tactics although my approach in achieving the goal she sought would probably vary. However, I've never been with a man and you probably know my story with the last one I was with."

Bobby nodded.

"What do you know?"

"I know you weren't married that long before your husband had a couple of his friends come to your home and rape you while he watched. Sharon never told me much else."

"That's the gist of it and I had the marriage annulled a few weeks later. Unfortunately besides being a perverted voyeur he screwed up my mind and attitude about men - which makes bringing you home not as easy as you might believe it to be."
She was quiet and although Bobby had questions he wanted to ask, he sequestered any thought of doing so for a later time.

Debra continued, "I was drawn to what Mariko had to offer and what Sharon and you had because I thought it might be a safe compromise to what I wanted."

Deb stretched her arms and coddled his long cock between both hands looking deep into his eyes. "I want a relationship with a man. I hope I can have that relationship with you. I want one that includes more than just coming to be my house slave. I want to engage in normal heterosexual love. I know what happened to me was an aberration. Yet when looking at it from the perspective of abused women, my rape is nothing more than something most all women experience in one form or another. Most of us are disrespected by the men we love eventually."

"I think I know what you mean," he whispered.

"I think so too. Mariko was abused by her husband. Sharon experienced something similar with Jonathan and I'd guess the majority of married women could share similar stories. Abuse takes many forms. It may be physical. It may be in the form of neglect or abandonment. It might be because a man doesn't value or respect or appreciate his wife like he should. It might be through infidelity. It might be because of his past or his own insecurities but they're all evil. It doesn't matter why. What matters is they do it and thinking you could do something scares me to death. Mariko believes it happens when a man isn't made to devote himself fully to the woman he says he loves."

"I'm not going to do anything to you," he whispered.

"Bobby," she said after a long pause. "Most of me trusts you; most of me believes we can have a normal relationship. I feel this way because of what my sister has told me about you and because of what my gut tells me, but there is a part of me that is wary simply because you have a cock and because you are stronger than me." She broke into a smile and added, "A beautiful cock but still a cock, which makes you a man. But I want to be able to trust you."

Looking into those pleading brown eyes he saw in her the scared little girl wanting nothing more than to feel safe. "I understand and I promise you I will never ever hurt you."

"I don't think you will but I will be making sure you don't get any ideas. I've already thought all this through." She didn't elaborate any further and Bobby didn't need a more detailed explanation.

"What I'm trying to say is: I believe I am a version of how your last mistress supervised you but I've never done this with a real guy. It's like I am where she was back when you two first started off in September. I'm green. This is a first for me Bobby, so you will need to be patient. I'm sure there's going to be some bumps in the road ahead but as long as I know I have your complete obedience - and I will have it," she added. "I know where I want to take us."

"And I will follow," he assured her.

"Yes you will."

Hearing those spoken words coming from a true goddess, from a woman of incomparable beauty, helped to push the sad thoughts of losing Mistress Sharon aside. How easy it suddenly felt to give himself to Mistress Debra. At that he asked, "Am I to call you Mistress or Mistress Debra?"

She glowed radiantly and said in a subdued voice, "Either will do just fine."

"I'm glad. I like the sound of both."

Changing directions she added, "What I don't want to hear is you reminding me how my ways are different than how Sharon did things. I don't want to know. I don't care to know. Besides, I know enough already, probably more than you think. Like I said, it's not my intention to follow in her footsteps. This is going to be my journey and one I plan on taking without feeling as if I'm not measuring up to her. Doing so," she added, "will certainly get you a trip to the dog house or worse."

Here," she said, taking her hands off his manhood, "you stroke. I want it to stay hard until we land."

"Yes Mistress."

He assumed the casual up and down motion she had been performing for the past several minutes. He really didn't need to stimulate himself to stay hard. Just looking at her was all the encouragement he needed. His mind drifted to other, more personally intimate thoughts. "Was she shaved? Did she want him to remain so? Would she let him sleep with her?" Those notions only added to his desire. He snickered inwardly. To even consider the possibility of sleeping with Sharon was so far removed he thought it out of the question Deb would concede. But something about her made him wonder. On one hand he already noted differences in their style. She handled him differently. Sharon functioned with fear as her leveraging authority while Deb approached things more rationally; more as a parent would deal with an out-of-line teenager. Deb also said she wanted a relationship. Would that include sexual intimacy as well? Would it include the full expanse of sexual sharing or limited to Sharon's prerogative of oral servitude only without the hope of ever wanting his cock inside?

Oh the thought of being between Mistress Debra's legs! He looked down at his rod just as Debra did. A wet stain of pre-cum darkened his tented pants.

"Getting excited already?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress."

"You aren't going to join the mile-high club tonight but I like you thinking about me." She giggled and leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.

...

Their arrival and disembarking went without event and ten minutes after touchdown they exited the Jetway and entered a relatively quiet Dallas/Fort Worth airport. After retrieving their bags a few minutes later they left the terminal. Deb directed Bobby to her car on the third level of the short term parking garage. It was a silver late model BMW 535 series and appeared almost factory new. Deb handed him the keys and after Bobby got her comfortably seated he turned the key, immediately feeling why so many were loyal BMW owners.

"You do drive a nice car," he said excitedly.

"From what I heard, you did as well," she said grinning.

"Yea, I use to have an OK set of wheels but it was nothing like this."

"Use to; I guess that's the key phrase with you anymore isn't?"

He laughed. "Yea, I guess it is."

They headed out the airport maze of turns and onto the highway with Debra directing him. Not long after navigating the several lefts and rights they got on the four-lane. Deb set the GPS for home, reclined the seat and closed her eyes.

"Just follow the directions. I'm going to rest."

Bobby looked over at the mid-thirty beauty who could easily pass for someone in her twenties. Heavy breasts mounted on her slim frame made her appear even more luscious, especially in the near dark of the night. Only the glow of the passing city lights highlighted her perfect curves. She looked stunningly beautiful.

There was something about driving while a woman rested in the seat beside him that sparked Bobby's paternal instinct. Maybe it was the trust she gave him. Maybe it was the comfort level she now demonstrated. Maybe it was because he could look at her without her knowing and take in her beauty for as long as he could safely. For whatever reason, Bobby felt privileged to navigate the Dallas highways knowing he was now the slave of a supermodel mistress.

"Mistress Supermodel. Supermodel Debra," he whispered. He didn't think she'd go for either of those titles but he loved thinking of her in that way. "And she even enjoys stroking my shaft and we've only been together for a few hours!" He felt his loins at the memory of her small hands grasping his manhood while conversing so easily in the first-class compartment of the 737.

"Hey Mistress," he said softly touching her thigh. "We're almost home." She stirred and then stretched. Her arching body thrust her breasts upward. Everything she did, even waking up was hot to see. "Damn she was gorgeous," Bobby thought.

In a sleepy voice she said, "That felt good. I needed that." She looked around to see where they were.

"I bet it's pretty here in daylight," he said pointing to the surrounding countryside.

"It is. Most people think of Texas as flat and dry but we have our trees and hills. This is a beautiful area. I hope you like where I'm taking you."

"You could take me to a double-wide and I'd love it."

She laughed. "I'm glad to hear you're content with simple things but I have a bit more than a double-wide." She didn't make the comment arrogantly and he didn't take it that way. "Turn left here."

Muting the GPS she directed him the final few turns as they slowly ascended a densely wooded and winding road. Passing mailboxes every few hundred yards gave Bobby the impression they were passing through an exclusive residential area.

Pointing ahead she said, "Turn here. My driveway is the second one on the left."

Following her lead he turned into the gated entrance and slowly drove some 100 yards down the narrow drive. Smaller trees and shrubs lined the winding drive giving it a woodsy feel. When her home came into view he gasped. The place was beautiful!

Deb hit the infrared for the door and soon Bobby parked the car in the expansive garage. It was the only vehicle occupying the open space but was large enough to easily hold three vehicles. It was then when she felt the adrenaline surge as the pounding in the center of her chest became almost audible. She was home - with a man!

"Come on. Grab our bags. I want to show you around."

Barring his entrance into the house she watched him jostle the larger and smaller items he pulled from the trunk. Her heart pounded with nervous excitement. When he finally approached she instructed him to put everything down. Deb smiled when a puzzled look replaced the previous one expressing obvious anticipation and excitement.

"Yea?" He asked.

"Get undressed and put all of your clothes in here. And do it quickly."

Holding out a nondescript plastic bag she watched him disrobe. When the slacks were gone his pole sprung free and stood rock hard. "This is to remind you of who you are to me. We need to get off on the right foot."

He raised an eyebrow, not so much to question the comment but Deb took it that way.

"You're here because I took you as my slave. Remember, who wanted to call me Mistress. You and I both know what you want. You want to serve me as a slave and I intend to enjoy that service. And besides I like seeing you naked. You're more vulnerable this way and I need that right now.

"I guess so."

"Well, I think you are so whenever you're in this house you're going to remain naked. And trust me, there's going to be very few exceptions to that rule."

"OK." He said. She really was getting into this and he hadn't even made it into the house yet.

Deb admired the healthy girth and ample length and those thoughts produced a moistness and ache deep inside. The mere fact she responded with such desire almost frightened her. She hadn't gotten wet over the sight of a man in ages. Only with him did her body do this and right now she could feel herself getting really wet. The ache continued but it was too soon to consider more intimate possibilities and besides, it was really late.

Carting in the bags she led him through a mudroom and into the adjoining kitchen. The house was laid out over three levels, and each one was more than spacious. Two of three floors were built into the hillside and all looked out over a gigantic lake. Bobby knew she had a nice place based on the little information Sharon had shared but seeing it in person revealed an entirely different perspective. The place was immense. It was immaculate. God it was gigantic! Deb strolled ahead and they made their way into the kitchen

"Put everything over there and fix me a glass of cranberry juice and seltzer water," she said pointing to another part of the expansive granite countertop. . Bobby dropped everything on the floor and granite topped island that was at least ten feet long.

After fetching her drink she led him by the hand through the living room, dining area and office complex that made up the upper level. Glass doors opened to an expansive deck that included a hot tub, grill and wet bar and had enough square footage to easily host a party for 50. When they reached the middle level she let him look into each of the five bedrooms that occupied the entire floor. Each had their own private bath and everyone had dual walk-in closets. The largest room was located at the far end of the hall and was immaculate.

You'll be calling this the mistress bedroom," she said amused at her wit. "This is my room." Opening the door and gesturing with her arm as if to say, "After you" she stepped aside, allowing him to enter. Bobby stopped just inside. The room was immense. He figured it had to be at least 25 feet from wall to wall, if not larger. A massive four-post canopy bed occupied the center space. Large dressers and chest of drawers flanked the entrance. In one corner he noticed a padded massage table with a smaller chest nearby containing all the ancillaries a masseuse might want. In another corner was a small seating area with a loveseat and overstuffed chair. Bobby paced slowly, examining everything closely. Deb had the room painted a beautiful spring green that popped with color. Thick floor and crown moldings spanned the perimeter while an intricately delicate white chair molding gave the room an elegant clean look that complimented the white lacquered furniture. Wandering through a door near the massage table he entered into a hall where walk-in closets exited off of either side. At the far end of the short passage was a bathroom, vanity area and through a third door a walk-in shower with a massive Jacuzzi tub.

"This is so beautiful."

Deb smiled. She could see he really was impressed. "I love this room. I spend lots of time in here. It's a place that makes me happy. Come here," she said excitedly. Grabbing his cock she pulled him toward the back wall where windows spanned the entire space. Even now, he could imagine sun pouring in and filling the space with ample amounts of natural light. The openness brought the outdoors indoors and tied the bedroom to its wooded surroundings. Deb opened a door in the middle of the windowed wall and they stepped outside.

"Look, I even have a private deck. I like to use this mostly when I have company and want a little privacy but sometimes I'll sit out here in the early morning or at night right before bed. It's a perfect spot to hang and listen to music or just read a book. The deck overhead keeps the sun off in the morning and at night, well just look; it's so picturesque."

Bobby nodded in stunned amazement and after a bit leaned against the railing facing her. "This place is absolutely beautiful Mistress. I mean whole place is incredible."

He could tell from her smile she was excited to show off this little addition.

"God, you have another hot tub down here!"

"Yep."

A second hot tub, sat off to one side and across from it was another love seat with small wrought iron end tables and a miniature fridge. The tasteful extravagance he realized was everywhere began to overwhelm him. Her home must have cost upwards of a million or more and although it was huge with posh furnishings everywhere, there was an air of comfort and practicality amidst the lavishness.

He stared out into the blackness of the moonless night taking in the muted green and red lights of powerboats and sailboats below. Beyond, sporadic flickers of light from distant residents' homes sparkled. The evening was still warm after a near one hundred degree day. He wondered if the inhabitants of the randomly anchored small crafts scattered all over the lake were taking occasional dips in the cool water even at this late hour. Staring up at the stars, seeing hints of civilization miles off, and now standing inches from a beautiful woman felt too good. He needed this. He needed the separation the flight from Tennessee provided in physically removing him from the East Riverton environment and all the memories - both good and bad. He needed to be with Debra. He realized that now. He closed his eyes and inhaled the warm Texas air.

"This place is beautiful Mistress. I've never been in a home so big and so gorgeous."

She smiled looking at the naked man that would be hers. Admiring his thick shaft she watched a long thick drip of pre cum yawn and then plop onto the synthetic decking on which they stood.

Bobby groaned when she grabbed his rod and pumped him with one hand. Cozying up to him she rubbed her other hand over his back and ass.

"This thing of yours is really cool." She said, not understanding why she felt so at ease with him but loving it all the same.

"I'm glad you like it. It belongs to you now, you know."

"Every part of you belongs to me now. Maybe you didn't get that memo." Her eyes beamed radiantly while verbally playing with him.

She returned her attention to her stroking and watched more of the clear fluid seep from his slit.

"Do you always drip this much?"

"I don't know. I've never been stimulated like this - ever."

"Really?"

"Really. I think I've been hard ever since I started packing to leave Tennessee and that was hours ago."

"I like that you leak. I like it a lot. I think it's really hot to see you dripping. It really is a lust barometer isn't it?"

Bobby snickered. "Yea, I guess it is."

She dipped a fingernail uncomfortably into his slit and filled the concave side of her nail with glop of fluid and brought it to her lips. "And you taste good." She took another sampling and offered it up to him.

"Open up. I want you to try too."

Deb alternately fed the two of them while pistoning his cock. When he started to arch and push into her hand and she sensed he might cum, she slowed and eventually stopped.

"Come on, there's more to see."

Bobby felt the yank on his pole when she pulled him back toward the bedroom door. He dutifully followed, not that he had a choice about it. Steering him down another flight of steps he followed close behind. On the ground floor were two large storage areas off the single hallway to the left. Mostly they were empty. Next to them was a utility room and at the far end was a large work room. Occupying one entire side of the floor and overlooking the lake was one of the most elegantly decorated and completely equipped workout rooms he had ever seen - and it was in a house! The place was simply immense.

"I spend hours down here trying to keep this body that people want to stare at in shape," she said giggling. "Being a beauty queen doesn't happen unless you work at it constantly and here is where I do that work."

Bobby looked at the equipment. There were treadmills, elliptical trainers, stair steppers and individual weight stations for every body part imaginable. An Olympic barbell and dumbbell set that including benches and squat racks occupied another section and she even thought to include an open area with stability balls, medicine balls, heavy ropes and other functional training aids.

"You'll be using that stuff," she said pointing to the Olympic weights, "beginning tomorrow." She walked over to the dumbbell rack and rubbed her hand over a 60# mass of steel.

"Were you planning for me coming? This stuff is top of the line."

"No but I thought I'd equip the room properly. I have the space and sometimes I work out with friends. That's why there is more than one of some things. I like doing cardio with my girlfriends sweating with me rather than having to take turns."

"Indeed you do."

Bobby gave the room another look and when he did he spotted flat screen TV's several IPods and a sound system he figured was probably state of the art.

"This place is incredible," he said for the tenth time. "God this is beautiful!
"Well, this is all there is. No more rooms to show you." She stroked his muscular arm. "It's getting late," she said handing him her empty juice glass. "Time for bed."

Heading upstairs, Deb pointed to one of the bedroom doors. "Tonight you stay in here. You can sleep-in as long as you want but don't get used to it. Things will change. When you get up I'll give you a more complete tour when we have more time. I'm too tired to do it now."

She turned toward her mistress suit, "Put the glass in the dishwasher and go to bed - and keep your hands off your cock."

She vanished and Bobby heard the door's lock engage. He took his time perusing the upper level looking around in disbelief of all he observed. It wasn't like she had lots of stuff. The house had an open floor plan and every room was uncluttered. What impressed him most, beyond the sheer size of the place was how well she tastefully displayed her affluence.

Yawning, he headed back down to his room and closed the door. A few minutes later after brushing his teeth he climbed into bed and rested comfortably on the on the soft feather pillow and memory foam mattress upon which he sank into perfectly.

"What a day," he said aloud.

In the other room Debra lay in one of her favorite silk nighties and lace panties smiling. "Her new life had started but tomorrow is when everything really begins," she thought. With thoughts of all she would be revealing come morning and her slave's dripping cock pictured in the forefront of her mind she pulled out a vibe from the nightstand, closed her eyes and let the little device work its magic on her silky smooth pussy.

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Jul 14, 2018 in femdom

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