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The Best Gift Ever Ch. 04

After the girls left and Bobby had grilled two tenderloins to perfection, she mounted him again in the hope he would last long enough to satisfy her properly. Hope gave way to frustration when the outcome was no different than the previous tries. If any good came from the curtailed sex it was in the process of feeding him yet another mixed cocktail of his cream. That of course provided the impetus to ride his face for another hour and enjoying several more orgasms which, although incredible, hadn't come by means of his cock, which she wanted so badly to enjoy.

Debra wondered how she had gone so long without making love to a man and enjoying it like she had enjoyed him now. Her fear of men had really kept her from reveling in some of the best life had to offer. "If only he would last," however became the one troublesome aspect of their budding relationship that truly haunted her. Was she being unrealistic in her expectations? It wasn't like he came right away like so many guys did. He could last several minutes and wasn't that about the limits of a man's' stamina anyway? Her ex never went half as long and more often than not came as soon as he entered. He had the added disappointment in having a dick only a little more than half the size of Bobby's and not nearly as thick. "Size really did matter," she thought. And hadn't she just read in one of those women's magazines that the average sex act lasted but three of four minutes. Guys came with a bang, got limp and were done.

That's what the newsstand crap all professed but it wasn't what Mariko had professed. What fun could a lady have if he couldn't keep it up? And that was what Mariko purported. She had stated more than once how a real slave could - and should - last for as long as his mistress wanted. All a guy needed was proper training. For as much as she enjoyed having him cum she hoped he'd perform to Mariko's ideal, and only shoot his load when she wanted to feel that warm surge of cream billow inside; and only after she had been thoroughly satisfied first! Yet this wasn't where she found herself and that bothered her.

After riding him to a final climax Deb cuddled against his warm skin. Some time later she sent him to one of the spare bedrooms with instructions to write what rules she had given earlier down on paper.

"And when you're finished getting them all written I want you to start organizing that list into some semblance of order. Eventually I want it all written in the Rules book but for now just start getting everything written down and put into categories."

"I'd like to do that. You've given me quite a bit."

And indeed it had. Over dinner his list and grown from the morning barrage of directives when they went through the house room by room. The dinner focus had more to do with how to behave whenever the girls came to visit whereupon she extrapolated to other potential social situations both at home and while out in the public eye. He had much to remember.

"Oh Bobby, I'm just getting started," she said smiling.

"I figured that," he said smiling.

While Bobby busied himself Mistress spent time in her office. Making her final call a little before ten that night Deb yawned and decided to call it a night. Finding him watching FOX news and catching up on current world events she hit the off button on the remote and had him join her in the Mistress bedroom. He did so with obvious anticipation. Snuggling with him wrapped around her made her feel safe and secure. It was a good feeling indeed.

"I'm glad my girlfriends were able to meet you."

Bobby didn't reply.

"Well, I'm glad," she said again, "but it wasn't the way I had hoped you'd all meet but at least you met them," she continued. "I love those ladies. We've been through a lot and we are like sisters to one another."

"No, I didn't know you were that close."

"Tyaja and I competed against one another for years, going way back before she became Miss Oklahoma.

"How far back?"

"Gosh Bobby, we must have met during a regional Junior Miss pageant when I was maybe fourteen. We became friends; well, all of us girls who competed became friends but she became a special friend. I was the cowgirl and she was the rich suburban princess. I never did win much of anything that she competed in." She paused. "No, I take that back. I do think I beat her once, but only once. She's so beautiful - and talented."

"Talented?"

"She has a breathtaking voice."

"I would have never imagined."

"I know. She talks like any average woman but put a microphone in front of her and look out! She's amazing Bobby. It's why I never had a chance. Maybe someday she will sing for you. She already made more money than I'll ever make as a recording artist."

"She's that famous? How come I've never heard her name before?"

"If you listened to classical music, my slave," she said stroking his meaty cock, "then you would certainly know who she is." She peered up momentarily looking at him with those big brown eyes and smiled.

"Maybe I need to start listening to those FM stations at the bottom end of the FM rainge."

Mistress chuckled. "Maybe you should. Anyway, she spent a lot of time with me during the whole mess when my marriage collapsed. She even moved nearby to support me. That's when the four of us really became close. She has a studio in her basement that she uses to record. Our relationship is kind of complex now but I still love her."

Bobby let the bigger story pass for now. He didn't want to turn the conversation more serious. "What about the others? I take it you met Lisa doing the whole pageant thing too."

"The whole pageant thing?" she chided. "Yea, I met her in Atlantic City. All of the State runner-ups are required to go to the Miss America pageant just in case something happens to the current state Miss at the last moment. I've never heard of something happening to any of the state champions but I'm sure it has. So even though I was Miss Second-Place, I got to go. We were there for about two weeks and Lisa and I were roommates. She was so much fun. She, Ty and I hung out the entire time we were there and that's when we became friends."

"How did she do? Lisa I mean."

"She made it through the first round of eliminations but not the second. It doesn't make her any less beautiful than the girl that won; it's just how the judges felt that night."

"She seems really nice," Bobby said quietly although I take it she doesn't like guys all that much." He stroked her arm feeling the silky smooth skin of his mistress.

"She is. She grew up near Dallas and now lives on this side of the city. She's a CPA - does most of her work from home too. She does tax audits for companies, you know, making sure they stay compliant with all the government regulations."

"What about Jenny? She seemed kind of quiet."

Deb giggled. "Not really. She was today for some reason but she's lots of fun too. Like Lisa said, they both went to school together and she works with Lisa at her business. I don't think she's a CPA but she has a business background of some kind. They even live together."

The conversation stopped for a while. Deb continued to play quietly with his cock, stroking it at times; tracing a finger randomly over it every now and then and periodically giving it a good squeeze.

"They all liked this part of you," she said giving him a good handclasp.

"You think so?"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me. You could tell Jenny and Ty were more than a little interested."

"OK, I confess. I noticed."

"Be honest, did you want them to play with you? I mean, like if I gave you the OK?"

"I felt really awkward with them all cuddling up to me when we first met, if that's what you mean."

"I could tell but would you have enjoyed it if I let them go further?"

"Mistress," he said thoughtfully and then planted a kiss on the top of her head, "I think I'm like you. I haven't had this kind of sexual attention ever in my life. So yes, it feels really good to be doted over."

"I know what you mean. It does feel good; really good."

"Thank you but my feelings for me go beyond the sexual part."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never been treated like this, like where people actually appreciate my pole as being beautiful. My past has been that of a locked and kept slave who only served. I was never enjoyed for anything other than for his mouth."

"And I think that is really sad. You have a gorgeous cock and a great body. And it is nice to feel wanted for more than just your mouth. But I feel the same way sometimes."

"How's that?" he asked.

"Where ever I go, people look at me as if I'm some piece of meat. It's how you look at me sometimes but in your case I don't take your looks that way. I can tell you like my body but I feel you like me as a person too."

"I do, although it makes it really easy to be with you because you are so pretty. And as to your girlfriends" he paused, "Even though Ty wanted to play with me, I felt like she was also flirting in a friendly sort of way if that makes sense; the same with Lisa although she made it quite clear she wouldn't do anything. I never thought any of them would ever make me do anything to them for real."

"But Ty was serious and she would have done who knows what to you if I had let her. It's how she is. She may have seemed like she was playing but she wasn't. She's one possessive woman and doesn't like to be told no. She likes to get her way."

Well, maybe you're right. I noticed she had a wet spot on her shorts by the time you all got to the end of your Q & A time." They both snickered at the memory.

Bobby added. "Thanks for dismissing though. I guess things were getting kind of heated with the two of us."

Deb mounted him suddenly. Grabbing his hefty stalk she maneuvered it until it was at her entrance and then quietly slipped it in. While she lay quietly with him mostly inside he could feel her muscles starting to contract. How amazing it was that her body seemed to know how to make him feel so good so fast.

"I like you in me. I really do." She sighed lustfully. "And I like you," she added. "Thank you for being so perfect for me."

"I'm not that perfect." Bobby self-milked his cock, making it purposely twitch so she could feel it. "This thing doesn't seem to do what you want and I feel bad. I know you want me to last longer but I haven't been doing so well."

"That's OK. And I'm sorry for getting so upset when you came."

"But it's not OK. I need to do better."

"I know you do, Baby, and we're going to see if we can fix that tomorrow."

"We are? How?" he said surprised.

"I have a friend that works with sexual dysfunctions. She's actually a doctor but she specializes in sexual performance and almost exclusively works with couples experiencing sexual performance issues."

"And we're going to see her?"

"Tomorrow afternoon; hopefully right after we get your name changed and run a few errands. That is, if your birth certificate gets here. It's supposed to be here bright an early." Debra fucked him slowly several times and then settled back down, pressing him deeper inside until his head put pressure on 'that spot' again. She moaned. "She's overnighting a FedEx package that we need to take care of in the morning before we go."

"She? Oh, you mean the doc."

"Yes, I called her tonight. It was Ty's idea actually. I told her about your stamina issue."

"You did?"

"Yes slave. I did." She fucked him for another minute. For Bobby it felt as if she did just to remind him he was her pleasure slave. There was a covetous look in her eye; one he had seen many a time with the Tennessee mistresses. He could also feel his sexual control beginning to unravel just as she stopped. She seated her pussy against his cockhead again and relaxed, acting as if he wasn't even penetrating her slick flower.

Deb spoke more pointedly this time. "I don't appreciate it when you respond as if you are entitled to know what I say or what I do because you aren't. If I want to tell Ty about us or you or about anything then I will and I don't need your approval before I do. You need to remember who you are. You're here for this," she moved on him once, "and to do what I tell you."

His body trembled. Once more he had crossed that invisible line and set her off. "Yes Mistress." He answered feeling shameful for saying what he had.

"Who are you? I want to hear it."

"I am Bobby Lewis, soon to be Bobby Ashby, slave of Mistress Debra Ashby," he said as confidently as he could, although his voice still jittered with emotion.

"Yes you are, and don't you ever forget that," she said sitting upright. "Your nakedness, these rings," she said grasping his cock; your last name - as of tomorrow - should all be reminders that I own you. I may be a whole lot nicer than my sister ever was but I am no less possessive. You belong to me! Your body does, your mind does, your attitude does; every part of you is mine. You are all mine."

Her tone and directness was unmistakable as she reinforced her claim. But then, it wasn't like Bobby had any intention of pulling away, of running, of leaving. He wanted to be here. In truth, he needed to be here - with her - with such a beautiful woman. He listened to her words, absorbing and savoring each. The claim aroused his senses - his desire. Watching her watching him, feeling powerless and in awe of both her control and beauty. Even in the darkness her breasts stood full and round. They were incredibly stunning. He could make out the outlines of her brownish nipples standing proud and erect on shapely lobes that were full and heavy. He was so lucky to have been given to her. As he cast an apologetic gaze on the perfect form atop him he suddenly felt so thankful. He could have ended up being auctioned to some witch of a mistress. He could have been sent to the farm. He could have been freed altogether and not been able to serve any one!

"And now I'm going to fuck you and you are going to please me until I am done," Deb said in a commanding voice which interrupted his stray thoughts.

With that she commenced a slow rising and falling of her body on his. She took her time. Maybe it was because it was so late and she felt tired; maybe she was experimenting. For whatever reason, her pace never quickened but remained slow and rhythmic. Even though she never escalated the cadence she still gasped. She still dug sharp fingernails that threatened to break his skin into him. Indeed she enjoyed the feel of this prize chattel, this protrusion of his, reaming her insides all while mounting her helpless, handsome slave.

When they were like this in passionate lovemaking her expectation was one of absolute obedience. This was her time; her time to enjoy him; her time to bond. It wasn't in any way about him, which was why his ejaculations had annoyed her so. She wanted him to partake in the experience and when she saw him take the liberty to craddle her breasts and feel their weight and size she privately smiled. There was no doubt he loved her breasts. They were indeed perfect and now in her excitement her nipples stood like dark jellybean.

Bobby fondled the dark nubs. He wanted to suckle but it was not to be. Instead he absorbed all he could of her body as she presented it to him now. Sliding his hands down over ribs that rippled under his touch he grasped the soft rounded sides of her hips and assisted her in her movement. After some ten minutes Mistress came to a beautiful orgasm. He could feel the sudden decrease in friction when her body released its fluid. She paused for some time and then repeated the process and came still again some minutes later.

"That felt good. That's how I want you - strong and hard and lusting with want." She kissed him full on the lips. It was a slow, soft and sensual one and ended all too soon. When she rolled away she pulled Bobby, telling him he was to spoon behind. Only then did they fall into a restful sleep.

...

"Yes, that's what I want," Deb said again.

The elderly woman gawked in confusion at the younger couple. "Well, are you getting married?" she asked.

"No Ma'am, we are not. But that is neither here nor there. What I want you to do is change his name from Lewis to Ashby. That's it. Is that so hard to do? I have the required documents and the form is filled out properly, is it not?"

"Well," she stuttered, "well yes, it is, but you don't want your name changed instead? You want his?" she asked completely baffled by her request.

"Ma'am I don't have my birth certificate. I only brought his. I want his name changed. I want his name changed to match mine. I want Robert Lewis changed to Robert Ashby," she said again and pointed to the form resting on the counter between the two women.

This lady wasn't about to give in. This had not happened before and in her mind it was simply wrong. What was the world coming to? "Young man," she asked, "is this all agreeable to you? You haven't said a thing and it's your name that is being changed."

"What I think doesn't matter," he said calmly. "Since she's taken me to be her slave I'm obligated to do what she wants."

"She's taken you?"

"Yes Ma'am, she has."

The gray-haired woman stared, not so pleased at Debra and then briskly grabbed the form. "Well young man I think you are making a big mistake but if you indeed want to go through with this you will need to sign here and here and initial next to these three marks," she made several X's and pointed to where he needed to sign.

When he finished Deb smiled forcibly at the attendant and left. "What a way to start our day," she thought. "Indeed the world is changing - cha and I'm a part of that change!"

"Now that was a bit more difficult than I had anticipated," Deb said rolling her eyes as they left the small office and headed to her car. A few turns later they pulled into the department of motor vehicles.

"Are you renewing your vehicle registration?"

"Nope." Deb held up his Tennessee license. "I'm getting you a license so you can legally drive in Texas. Sharon gave this to me while you were upstairs packing. I don't know how much you'll be using it but I want you to have it just in case."

A half hour later she slid his temporary license into her wallet for safe keeping. They had spent the past twenty five of those thirty minutes waiting in line for one of the clerks to finally call their number. There was almost no one there but it still took them such an ungodly long time of standing around before anyone stepped to the window to see them. Deb left in a huff. "Why do all the government workers take so damn long?" she said walking briskly back to her car.

"So are we off to see the doctor now?" Bobby said cheerfully.

Mistress froze, spun him around and stared blankly back at him. "Look, we just had this conversation last night. Don't go there again. Just trust me, slave, and do what you're told."

"I wasn't questioning you Mistress. Really I wasn't."

"Apology accepted but you were. I don't want you questioning my every move. It feels like you're checking up on me and I don't like that feeling. What I want is for you to trust me and the best way to do that is to just keep your mouth shut and do what I tell you."

Bobby felt the flush and nodded, too afraid to speak.

Debra drove uptown and parked in one of the underground garages. Heading to the 25th floor they entered the offices of Washington, Walker and Sheppard, attorneys at law.

"Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut unless Laura speaks to you."

"Yes Mistress." He wondered what had her panties all in a bunch but decided he better not ask.

After a few minutes of informal chatting, at which time Bobby realized the two women were more than acquaintances Deb produced a document. "I want to change my will to read something to this effect. I know you'll need to adjust the wording to make it legal and all but I think my intent is pretty clearly written."
Laura read through the short paragraph and then leafed through the actual Will and Testament Debra had produced. Looking up to meet her eyes she smiled and then glanced quickly over at Bobby. "I'll need to send a copy to everyone involved here." She tapped the end of her pen against the paragraph Debra had apparently written sometime earlier.

"That's fine. I've already talked to her so she's aware."

"All the same, it's something I recommend you do; actually insist you do."

Laura picked up the phone and a few moments later handed the documents to the secretary, a cheerful woman in her early twenties giving her terse instructions. Within ten minutes she had two copies of an edited Will in hand for Deb to sign, which she did after carefully reading through the modified document. When Deb smiled to indicate she was pleased Laura was called in again, this time to notarize and record it all in her registry.

"That will do." Deb stuffed the papers in her handbag and stood. "Remember to schedule a time to get with me. We need to go over your portfolio."

"I know. I keep putting it off but I've been so busy, and besides, I trust you. You're making more money for me than either of my last two advisors ever did."

"Thanks for your trust but I'd still feel better if we went over things together so you understand what I'm doing."

"I'll have my secretary give yours a call."

Deb smiled. "Have them do that." Laura knew Deb ran a one person operation and her secretary would be calling Deb directly.

Once they were back on the road and heading out of the city Deb said, "Now we're off to see Layla."

"Is that the doc?"

"It is."

"Who did you just see? I could tell you were friends."

"Laura Sheppard is one of my clients. I manage her portfolio and she's an attorney. I discount her on my end and she does the same for me when I need her. I figured you deduced she was a lawyer."

"It took me a while," he said grinning. "The shingle on her office door gave me a hint." He changed the subject slightly. "Mind if I ask what you had her do?"

Deb smiled. "I'm just looking out for your best interest, Bobby. Just crossing my T's and dotting my I's," she replied, the gleam in her eyes evident. "If I think you need to know more, I'll tell you."

Bobby breathed out a long slow breath. He thought how much the little things that made up the average person's day reminded him of the power he didn't have. Getting his license as a Texas resident felt great, but that only happened after he had lost his surname in the process. And even then, he didn't hold the license. She did. He had no idea what other powers she had taken from him while in Ms. Sheppard's office. Although he hadn't a clue what that paper stated or what they were talking about, the look Laura had given him made him think he was involved in this somehow. And now, she intended to seek advice from yet another friend. Bobby wondered what further changes would be made by the time she chauffeured him home.

...

Debra gave him the same instructions prior to entering the waiting area, "Be quiet and let me do the talking. You are not to speak unless you are asked a direct question." Once the ground rules had been set, she opened the office door, checked in with the woman behind the window and found a seat for the two of them. Debra sat patiently looking as adorable as ever. While everyone else pretty much sat slouched, she sat with perfect posture, her spine never touching the back of the chair. The form fitting indigo dress accentuated every curve of her tall shapely figure and her erect posture drew attention to her ample breasts and thin waistline. Even though the sleeveless garment was conservative and revealed almost nothing she still left nothing to the imagination. Bobby noticed men and women alike, not so inconspicuously looking her way. He smiled inwardly knowing he was the lucky one; the one officially attached to her and obliged to please the auburn beauty in ways they couldn't even imagine.

"I love you owning me," he said in a hushed tone.

She smiled brightly and squeezed his arm. "You're saying things like that already, and we're only just getting started."

"I know but I like the feeling of being yours."

"Good cause you are."

"Indeed I am," Bobby thought. A few seconds later his pleasant reverie was interrupted.

"Debra Ashby?" the woman called holding an interior door open.

"Come," Deb said grabbing his hand.

"This way." The woman instructed and led them into a small office furnished with the usual examination table, desk, chairs and cabinets stocked with typical medical supplies. She handed Bobby a gown, "you know the drill." She smiled and left the couple, closing the door quietly.

When the attractive looking Dr. Layla Richardson, MD peered in after gently knocking, Deb stood and the two women warmly embraced. Layla was a few years older than her, maybe in her late thirties. She was attractive and thin with strikingly blue eyes framed by blonde hair. Her personality was that of a physician, warm yet business like and she soon asked Deb to state clearly what she hoped to achieve while here. Deb handed Layla the box that arrived via FedEx early that morning and reiterated what they had discussed last evening over the phone. Bobby blushed when the box was transferred. Layla smiled.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Bobby. I do this all the time. Take that ungodly robe off and let's have a look."

He stood while Layla sat on the wheeled stool waiting impatiently for him to untie the single string behind his neck. When he had discarded the robe Layla smiled agreeably and looked at Deb.

"He is quite well endowed," she stated candidly.

Bobby's cock began swelling and Layla examined it quickly. Lifting it she gently pressed against his urethra, the large soft vessel visible on the underside. Squeezing his shaft several times she then riveted her attention on the bulbous head that slowly darkened in color as his cock grew ever larger. Lifting it up and out of the way she felt his balls and meticulously pinched, probed and compressed the tissues inside his scrotal sack between her thumb and forefinger. By now he'd become fully engorged and a droplet of clear fluid appeared on the very tip, which Layla fingered aside.

"Everything appears normal. He's gifted with exceptional size, probably in the top ten percentile, has good blood flow, no signs of tumors in or around his testicles, his cockslit is quite large and he apparently produces an ample supply of seminal fluid.

"And all that is good?" Deb asked.

"It is. The large slit," she grabbed his now hard shaft and pulled him toward Deb so she could see. "The slit permits him to urinate with little or no back pressure and it also permits him to ejaculate heavily with each contraction of his ejaculatory muscles. See? It has nice size. What I've learned over the years is the body adapts specifically to the various stresses encountered. In this case, the lack of resistance to ejaculation most likely has resulted in him being quite a heavy cummer - although I might be wrong. One just never knows without seeing."

Deb looked up at Bobby and smiled.

"However," Layla added, "his testicles are on the smaller size given the length of his penis."

"What does that mean?"

"Just that his output will be less than what one would ordinarily expect given his larger than average penis so that part is somewhat confusing with what I just said."

"It is," Deb said. "I think he cums a fair amount but then again, I'm not the expert."

The information jolted Bobby. He had always thought he was at least average but now this woman was saying he might be inadequate. He wondered what Mistress was thinking after she had absorbed the news. One look at Deb said it all. Her lack of emotion seemed to express her disappointment more than a thousand words and the doc noticed.

"All is not lost here Deb," Layla said touching her thigh.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's finish the evaluation and then I'll make some suggestions, OK?"

"Sure," she said not so enthusiastically.

Richardson opened the box and pulled out a silicone replica of the ample staff that mirrored Bobby's and stared blatantly at her. Fondling the rubbery phallic she held the shaft in her two hands. "I don't get many this long in here. You should be pleased with his equipment."

That brought a smile to her patient. "I do. I really do. I just wish he didn't cum so quickly. That's why I'm really here.

Layla carried the conversation. "I had you make this because I want to do something with you." She stood and motioned for them to follow her. Deb grabbed Bobby by the cock and pulled him along, paying little attention to the fact they were exiting the small evaluation room. Layla led them down a short hall and into another larger room that looked very much like a typical bedroom. On the bed was a man - kind of. Deb looked twice before realizing it was a manikin of sorts. Against the far wall were at least a hundred silicone cocks of all shapes and sizes.

"What do you do in here?" Deb questioned.

Layla put the replicated cock they had just manufactured earlier into a slot of the manikin's groin and secured it. Standing next to the supermodel they looked at the prominent post jutting up. "Is that the angle of him when he's hard?"

"Yea," Deb said grinning from one side only. "That looks about right."

"Good." She rummaged through a drawer and pulled out several other silicone cocks of identical length. "I want you to try each of these blindfolded to see which one you like best."

"You what?!"

"I need you to trust me," Layla repeated. "You came here for help and I am going to send you home 'helped'. But in order to do that, you need to do things my way." She looked at Deb and smiled, "There really is a method to my madness."

Now it was Deb who flushed red and Bobby who now stemmed a grin.

"Can you explain what you want me to do? This is not what I thought would happen."

"I want to put in cocks of different shapes and girths along with the one you brought in today," she pointed to Bobby's cock already mounted on the manikin, "I'll fit them in to the manikin randomly so you don't know which one is going in when. All you need to do is tell me which one feels best. You'll know it when you feel it. Everyone does. It's actually kind of fun once you start the process." Layla grinned. "Once we know that we can discuss making the real thing," pointing to Bobby's apparatus, "match what suits you best. If we can do that we very well may solve the premature ejaculation issue."

Deb and Bobby both looked at Layla confused at her intentions.

Layla knew the look. She saw it all the time. Fuck a bunch of silicone cocks? Modify a guy's penis to match? Yet that was her job. It's what she did: solve problems. She stared with amusement at their concerned and bewildered expressions.

"So, are you ready to listen to the reasoning behind the method of my madness?"

With an almost regrettable tone, Deb answered. "Yea." She slurred.

"Well then let me begin." Layla briskly rubbed her palms together as if she was cold. "In the majority of premature ejaculatory cases the penis and its receptacle don't mimic one another. The shape of him and the shape of you may not be ideal. What happens when these sort of 'mismatched pieces' come together is your bodies react involuntarily as if they want to rid the other from itself. Now it still feels nice but it's not the way God intended mating to feel. You feel good but you could feel so much better. A whole lot better. I mean, both of you can."

"My guess is that you," she pointed to Bobby, "feel way too much stimulation while Deb feels good but has no real idea what 'good' really should feel like. Almost always it is the penis that wins this battle of rejection. It gets overly excited, is unable to last the way a man is supposed to, spews its semen and then shrinks, forcing the copulation act to come to an early closure; it's kind of like watching a movie that is 40 minutes long when you paid good money to watch a two-hour show."

Deb nodded in mild comprehension.

"Well, may I introduce to you Doctor Layla Richardson," she said exuberantly and twirled a 360 pose. "Yours truly just might be able to save you both from this sorry situation. What we can do here is see what shape and, or size penis your body prefers. When you feel the right one inside you, and you will be able to tell that within a few seconds we can progress on toward the land of la-la."

Her childish humor eased their uneasiness and made them both chuckle.

"Trust me; when you feel it, you'll know." Layla smiled, almost giggling. "Once we determine what you like, we can talk about him. We can't change the receptacle but we can surely alter the intruder."

"How?" Deb asked the very question Bobby now wanted very much to know.

"One thing at a time, my dear. One thing at a time. No need to overload that pretty little brain of yours. Let me worry about all the hows, whats and whys. All I need from you is the OK to hook up ole Larry with one of these nice appendages." She beamed with delight. "So, do you want to ride this cowboy or what?"

"I do. But I have to say this seems so far out there. I mean riding that thing." She pointed to the plasticized manikin.

"I know but once you start you'll forget all about Larry laying there looking up at you with his deadpan eyes."

Deb burst into laughter.

"OK, then let's get started." Layla called for an assistant who led Bobby back to the exam room. She then prepared Deb, having her strip out of her clothes, turned off the fluorescents, lit candles and filled the room with romantic music that agreed with her patients' taste.

Layla fitted Deb with a blindfold, slipped an upward arching cock almost identical in size to Bobby's into the harness, added a liberal amount of lubricant and directed her to the phallus.

"Now only use one finger to orient yourself. I don't want you fondling this thing and feeling its shape. That's why I have you blindfolded. I want your body to do the thinking, not your eyes. This is the first one so try it for at least a minute. You'll need to get your juices flowing to get a good feel."

Layla guided the cockhead to her entrance and then left the room. Deb bobbled up and down on the terminal few inches until her muscles relaxed. Then she took it further feeling it fully for the first time. It felt odd and noticed the pressure it applied to parts of her inner walls that felt different than Bobby's. She fucked it slowly and then quite hard. It felt nice but it wasn't anything special. She slid off and pressed a remote to indicate to Layla she was finished.

"OK, here's the next one sweetheart. Let's see how this one feels."

Deb repeated the process. This one felt more like Bobby and much better than the previous phallus. She liked it and when through told Layla it was a possibility. Layla set the right arching cock aside and fitted a left leaning one in its place.

Almost immediately Deb felt odd vibes and after plunging down on it several more times decided this one was a definite no. Layla removed it and fitted Bobby's cock in the manikin's slot. When Deb slid over and onto this one she smiled, immediately recognizing the shape. However she had to admit the one she had tried earlier did feel a bit better. She rode it a while longer and then pressed the alert button.

"Can you put the other one back on? I want to compare it with this one."

Layla did and after Deb mounted it once more she decided the Bobby cock felt more pleasing.

"One more," Layla said, this time affixing a much thicker shafted penis into the harness and adding lube. She left and no sooner had she done so then she heard Deb cry out in pleasure.

"Bingo!" Layla whispered from the other room. She waited and listened with a broad smile to the coos and gasps emanating from the woman riding Larry. Finally she heard the buzz and entered.

"Oh my god Layla, this thing felt incredible!" Layla removed the blindfold and Deb stared wide-eyed at the thick shaft mounted on Larry's groin. Rather than the head being the thickest part, as Bobby's was, this one's shaft was thicker, meatier, and looked massive. "It's so big; way bigger than my slaves!" The descriptor slipped past her tongue before she could grab it and Layla picked up on her comment.

"Is that what he is to you?"

Deb blushed again, something atypical for her to do.

"You would be amazed at what women say about their partners," Layla replied.

"I get at least one a day who considers their man to be not much more than someone who's sole purpose is to be used for pleasure."

"I guess I am that woman because that's what his role is. It's a long story but for now he's here to serve me in the bedroom and be my maidservant at home. I'm hoping things will grow into something more, if you know what I mean."

Layla smiled. "Me too. You deserve it kiddo. I'm pulling for you and I think I'm going to be able to help, at least with regard to taking care of his pleasure toy." She held up the thick shaft now that it was free from Larry and held in her hand.

"Get dressed and when you're ready, open that door. The attendant will take you back to the exam room. We can discuss treatment some options."

When Deb returned she found Layla and Bobby chatting freely. Layla had taken the liberty to share her knowledge of what Deb had revealed moments before. She let it be known Bobby and her husband had similar fates; that hers was kept chaste in a steel cage. That comment led Bobby to open up and together they were discussing the pros and cons of chastity when Deb entered.

"... I do hope you two can make more of your relationship than just enjoying one another sexually."

"Pardon me?" Debra asked not sure where the comment came from.

"Bobby and I were talking. Both he and my husband have experience with chastity cages and living deferential lives. You don't find many good men like this so I hope there is a spark that can spur you two on to become closer."

"Are you a Mistress?" Deb asked.

"Indeed I am. So from one mistress to another, sit down and let's talk."

She handed Deb a two foot long realistic looking and feeling penis and wheeled her stool over next to her chair. "I like to use this since everything is so big and easy to see. This penis represents your Bobby," she started. "Feel the skin. See how loose it is relative to what's inside?"

Deb pulled at the nylon material that represented the skin. "OK."

"Now feel Bobby." Bobby stood; his erection mostly intact. See how the skin can be stretched away from his shaft even when he is hard." Layla pumped him expertly until he was fully engorged. "Here, see what I mean?"

Deb pulled maybe a half inch of skin free, making him wince as she did. "OK, but I don't know where you're trying to take me."

Layla pulled off the nylon skin revealing a massive cock covered in whitish tissue. "This white stuff is called fascia. It encloses most every structure in our body. All your muscles lie inside a fascial enclosure."

"OK," Deb offered.

"I want you to think about fascia as being like a pillow cover. If I shove two bed pillows inside a single cover what happens?"

"The pillow gets really full."

"That's right, and it can get only so big, kind of like this." She grabbed Bobby's cock. "This white stuff is what determines how thick he can get. But," she said looking into Deb's big brown eyes, what happens if I take a knife and slice the pillow case. What happens to the two pillows inside?"

"They bulge out through the slice."

"Yes! Exactly! And sometimes when muscles grow too fast they cause problems and orthopedists do this very procedure. They cut the fascia to give the muscle more room so it isn't so cramped."
"Are you telling me you can cut this stuff?" Deb pointed to the fascia on the humungous dick she held.

Layla nodded and smiled. Bobby looked on with a horrified expression as he started to see where the conversation was going.

"Now look at this!" Layla unclasped several snaps and the penis separated into two. Deb now had a cross sectional view of the inners' of a cock's makeup. Layla continued, "When he gets hard blood flows into these three chambers. They're called the corpus cavernosa and bands of that white fascia surround each of the three chambers." She pointed out the three roundish circles that represented the three individual corpus cavernosa. "Those bands give his cock the shape you can see. Look here, see the two larger ones on Bobby and if you have sensitive fingers you can feel the smaller one. Here, feel," she pulled her hands over so she could point out the three chambers. "Now you can probably guess what I am going to recommend."

"Yea, I can but it's going to scar him all up if you cut those things.

"Not at all," Layla countered. "We use a special tool that looks like this." She pulled up a slender V-shaped instrument that wasn't much thicker than the inside of a ballpoint pen. It looked like a modified stitch cutter Deb had used back in high school when she took a sewing class although it was both longer and more delicately constructed. I can make three small incisions right here." She grabbed Bobby's cock and pointed just below the massive head. "I make a tiny incision here and then insert the instrument inside. The dull ends of the V protect the surrounding tissues from being damaged but when I puncture the facial sheath and slide the tool so the V bisects it, it will effortlessly cut the fascia without cutting anything else. Because the tool is only sharp deep inside the V nothing else but what I want cut gets cut. It's really an easy procedure and when complete the inner spongy tissue can expand making his cock look more like the one you enjoyed most."

"Wow! That is so cool!" And you can do this?"

"Absolutely. That's why I wanted you to try differently shaped cocks. If you had preferred a cock that wasn't perfectly straight I could have only cut one side and that would have forced it to bend in whatever direction I needed it to, but your vagina is pretty straight so your choices are narrowed to either a thin shaft or a thick one and you obviously prefer the thicker variety."

"Indeed I do!"

"So here's part of what I propose. I'd suggest a simple fasciotomy to give you the girth you want. If we do that it may solve the ejaculation issue immediately. The thicker size won't permit your muscles to bear down on him quite as hard and that should lessen the intensity of what he feels. It's kind of like making you squeeze my fingers and then squeezing this fat coffee mug. You can't bear down on the mug as hard as you can on my two fingers. It's just how muscles work. And if that doesn't work there are other options but let's not worry about them now."

"And you said this is an outpatient procedure?"

"It is. He'd be put under with a short acting gas, kind of like when you get your wisdom teeth out and he won't need stitches. I use glue to minimize anything cosmetic. Recovery takes about a week and I'd recommend you put him in his cage if he still has it. It will prevent him from stressing the internal wound and give him time to heal properly. If you don't I'll send him home in a leather sheath that generally does the same thing."

"He has a cage."

"Good, then Bobby, when you're home and soft, take off what I put you in after the surgery and immediately put the cage on."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The glow in Deb's expression brightened as she pictured the possibilities.

"Now to the issue of his testicles."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

"While he is under I can insert a small PICC line right about here." She pointed between his legs just behind his balls. "The line will feed directly into the artery that supplies the testicles. You can inject him three times a day with a type of growth hormone that specifically targets semen production. When semen production increases so will the size of the containers - his balls. And this is going to happen really fast."

Excitedly Deb asked. "How long do I need to do that for?"

"Two weeks; three at the most. It depends on how big you want them. Just know that once they grow they won't get any smaller. The same is true with his penis. We can't undo any of this without doing something quite a bit more invasive."

"I understand. I'll be careful."

"If you think you're getting close to what you like you can always reduce the number of injections to one or two per day."

"Any side effects I need to worry about?"

"Not really. He will feel tightness once the cage is removed because his skin will initially be stretched impossibly tight but that will go away as the fascia heals. The only other concern will be leakage from the sudden infusion of testicular growth hormones. He'll need to change his underwear frequently or wear a condom if you don't want spots showing while out in public or dripping all over your house."

"So he'll leak more?" She asked suddenly interested.

"If he is aroused, then absolutely. Large testicles and a hardon equate to lots of leakage," she said smiling. "He's been leaking while he's here. Look at the floor. But this will be nothing. He'll be like a veritable spigot with the hormone supplement. But the more time spent aroused the more it will encourage his body's natural processes. I would expect his semen output to double; again, depending on how big you want these to get."

"So," Deb said somewhat hesitantly, "if he were to take a little blue pill would that be beneficial? I want him to be a heavy ejaculator."

Layla smiled. "Indeed it would! Now you're thinking like a doctor." She smiled. "But he will also be a heavy leaker anytime he is aroused."

"I think I'd like that combination."

"Me too." She had one of those 'ah-ha moments' and spoke. "Stay put, let me show you something." She returned a minute later with one of the silicone phalluses. This is Raymond." She handed the penis to Deb.

Deb noticed it was a good inch shorter than her slaves but had massive balls. "Raymond?" Deb asked.

"Raymond is my husband."

"Oh my! How long did it take to get them this big?" She looked at the almost lemon sized testicles, and felt wetness suddenly form between her legs. She loved the look and couldn't imagine how these babies must feel when heavy and full of cream.

"Fifteen days, but he started out a little bigger than what Bobby is now. Don't they just make your mouth water? I think they're gorgeous?"

Giggling, she handed the rubber cock back. "They are that and more," Deb answered complimentary.

"Thanks for letting me see that." She pointed to the balls. "It helps to know what to expect. And you said arousal can help me get him there faster?"

"Yes. How about I give you a few prescriptions of varying doses? What you want is to keep him semi hard when he is just doing his chores or exercising. Semi aroused means he'll look kind of like this. He'll be mostly hard but there will be a little downward curve. If his cock gets any lower than this," she bent his shaft downward to illustrate what semi-hard meant, "You need to up his dosage to the next higher level. Start on the lowest level and give it 36 hours before making any changes."

"But he will be in a cage for a week."

"That's right. I forgot. I apologize Deb." She turned to him now. "Bobby," she said looking directly at him. "You know how you feel when you are somewhat hard and locked up don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Like if you poked between the bars with a finger you'd only be able to press into your penis a little bit."

"I know what you mean."

"And you can feel the congestion in the cage."

He nodded.

"Like it's too tight and it makes you feel like you want out cause it makes you hornier."

He smiled.

"That is how I want you to feel when your mistress puts you on the blue pill. It's important that you stay that way all the time but there isn't a need and it's probably not best for you to take too much drug. You needn't be rock hard and locked."

"I know what you mean. I can help her get the right dose."

Deb smiled. Thanks Layla I'm so glad you set aside time to see us."

"And what about you?" Layla asked Bobby.

"It scares me but I can see how excited Mistress is about doing this. I really want what is best for her so I'm game; not that it really matters what I think," he added.

"That's a pretty profound statement," Layla agreed. "You really don't have a say in the decisions affecting you anymore now do you?"

"No Ma'am."

"And that's what I love about having him as my slave!" Deb added. "I get to do things my way. Don't I sweetheart?"

Dr. Richardson checked the time. "My next patient arrives in thirty minutes. If you're sure you want to do this, then we need to get this done. The procedure will only take about five minutes and the PICC-line will take another five. Assuming all goes well, you can see him in the recovery room in about a half hour when he wakes." She sat thinking and then asked, "He hasn't eaten today has he?"

"Not since last night."

"Excellent."

She then turned her attention to Bobby. "You will be a little sore tomorrow. It won't be excessive but it's going to feel like the day after a really hard work-out, if that makes any sense."

Bobby nodded.

"You will need to sponge bath for as long as the PICC line is in. And you should expect to feel a general ache in your testicles once the hormones really get semen production ramped up. I expect that to happen by tomorrow if not tonight. That feeling will remain for as long as you get the injections. I'm going to give you what I call a 'jumpstart' dose to get things moving into high gear. Your testicles will have to adjust to the increased fluid so they'll be protesting. Within the hour you'll feel an ache that will last about an hour and you'll begin leaking. Like I said to Deb, the ache will stop when the injections do but the leakage will become part of normal life and you'll have to cope with that somehow. Condom use makes for an easy solution when in public."

"And you can dispose of the fluid the condom collects however you want," she added, directing her comment to a smiling Debra Ashby.

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May 2, 2018 in femdom

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