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The Best Gift Ever Ch. 06

No sooner had the door closed then Bobby heard the snap, snap of her fingers and saw the signal to lose the clothes. Quickly shedding and depositing his shirt, slacks, socks and shoes into the secure laundry chute he shut the chute door. The slide ended two floors below in the basement laundry room. Having no access to clothing happened to be another of her security guards against any thoughts of leaving the premises. The chutes on both the middle and upper levels emptied into a closet on the lower floor to which only Mistress had a key. When he first realized this he wondered why that room, of all places had an extra level of security. Debra explained her purpose, not by unlocking the lower level door to explain, but by escorting him to the Mistress bedroom and then into her walk-in closet. In one corner was a small wooden closet, no more than a foot wide. The door could only be opened with a key.

"Here is where I keep your belongings." She unlocked the door for him to see the few items hanging on the single pole. "Why do you think I keep these two doors locked? She asked referring to the one she held open and the laundry collection closet one floor below.

"I have no idea Mistress," he remembered asking.

"I don't want you having access to your clothes unless I give you permission. It's really quite simple."

Her answer was unpretentious yet profound. His remaining naked was a priority. A naked slave meant he likely wouldn't be leaving without her knowledge. If he did, he'd have to use the pink jumpsuit and yellow slippers kept by the front entrance. They were the only items he had ready access that would fit. Her intention, he knew was to ensure he couldn't access personal garments at will. Not only was the dirty laundry only available when she permitted him but so were clean clothes. They were kept in the locked closet. Bobby soon understood that behind the Mistress' beautiful eyes and bright smile abided an attitude of possessiveness. She had not revealed any hint of a sadistic side but in the short time since his arrival she had been made plainly regarding disobedience. It would not be looked upon fondly or taken lightly. He wondered if there was more than the electrical shock and no access to clothing currently at play to make certain her prized possession remained safe and sound at home.

"As soon as I'm through fucking you, remind me to get you refitted with a new collar." She motioned to the swelling sausage and bit down on her lip, smiling with anticipation.

It was the first unemotional statement she had made in the last hour. Mostly she was a ball of feelings ready to explode. Her excitement at his metamorphosis was palpable. Almost the entire drive home she had fondled the thick shaft that remained rock hard. Both his excitement at the prospect of what would happen when they were home as well as the little blue pills' enchanting effects worked in erectile synchrony, ensuring his sausage remained firm and stout. His skin felt as if it was about to split apart. Having no inner wall to constrain the engorged corpus cavernosum permitted the spongy tissue to press unimpeded against the skin tissue, now that the facia had been severed. Layla had assured him the cut tissue ends would eventually 'find' one another and ease the stretching sensation he currently felt. Bobby didn't know how long that would take but wondered if the constant stress would inevitably make him even thicker than he was now. He couldn't imagine being even thicker and put that thought aside.

"Where do you want to enjoy me?"

Deb didn't answer. She grabbed the thick and juicy shaft with the nearly full condom dangling from its prominent head. Bobby followed, admiring her swaying hips and strong legs. The short sapphire blue dress revealed an ample portion of thigh and clung tightly to every succulent curve of her faultless body. Professionally tasteful yet erotically alluring the thin material left little to the imagination. He felt his cock twitching excitedly within her grip as she led him downstairs. Pulling him along by the thick pole they entered one of the spare bedrooms. This one was almost as large as hers.

"Present slave," she said smiling broadly.

Deb stood back and slowly discarded the dress, bra and panties in the fashion of a seductress. After lighting two candles she hit the light switch and the room darkened to an enchanting glow. "I want to turn this room into a play room eventually. We can make it any way we want but I want it to be a fun place where we can go have some fun every now and then. Make a note when we're through to talk about it. Now, arch your back more." Deb pulled at his cock and while pushing his chest in the opposite direction. Her full breasts swayed delightfully with every movement of her body.

Walking around him while wearing only heels and thigh-high stockings she appeared catlike. Moving like a lion ready to pounce, she sized up her prey; her lithe body responding to the sight of the meal about to be consumed. Mistress' breasts jiggled with each step; crinkled nipples now stood tall, hard and stiff. A glossy sheen could be seen in and immediately around her slit. Her outer lips grew puffy and were retracted somewhat. Bobby could see the more delicate deeper red of her inner folds. Mistress was fully aroused. She grabbed him with both hands and sighed.

"My slave, you are indeed beautiful. I think you are mouth-wateringly hot and I want you!" She cupped his balls and squeezed one gently. They too had rapidly grown, now about the size of limes, almost double what they were. That meant they were making so much more fluid. The condom encapsulating his thick head was now completely full. Carefully she removed the balloon without spilling any of the precious contents.

"Kneel."

Looking down their eyes met. "One of the things I love about you is your willingness to enjoy your cream."

Bobby nodded and smiled.

"I love the taste of your cream too. It's sweet and thick and clings to the inside of my mouth." She held the latex container close to him. It must have held a couple ounces of the translucent pre-cum. "We're going to share this. I want you to think of this as a symbol of our bond. Whenever you taste your cream I want you to think of me. After I give pour this into your mouth I want you to share it so I can enjoy it with you. Then I'll give it to you again and when I do I want you to swallow. Now open." Grinning with pride, she slowly poured the syrupy contents into his waiting orifice. "Close."

Bobby felt the now room temperature cream fill his mouth. There wasn't so much that he couldn't handle it easily but the amount she dumped in took him by surprise. "I leaked all of that?" he thought. He watched mistress from his knees while he held the cream that seemed to involuntarily adhere to every surface of his mouth and tongue. Instinctively he began salivating, his juices mixing one with the other.

Pressing an index finger into the butt end of the condom Mistress pushed it inside-out and sucked the remaining cream still clinging to the latex. Motioning for him to stand and present she joined him, their lips meeting, his firm arousal pressing into her soft belly. Probing his mouth, he yielded to her tongue. Cream spilled outward, flowing into hers. She moaned. No longer did she feel cheery or spry. A covetous desire to bury his stalk inside became her predominant thought. Cognizant of the fact she had brought him here for the express purpose of serving her wants and needs aroused her even more. Breaking their kiss she motioned for him to present from a kneeling position. Their lips met; the heat of her passion rose. Invading his mouth her tongue penetrated his cavity again and she released the mixture of his cream and their saliva.

"Now swallow," she said hungrily.

Pulling at his hair, she thrust her pussy into his waiting mouth. Bobby quickly gulped the semen mixture and opened wide. Feeling his tongue dart along her inner petals and twirl around her sensitive clit made Deb sigh quietly.

He knew this was not a time to play. She wanted an orgasm. Every part of her body screamed for one. Her flow increased in preparation for the intruder she'd soon take. Flicking his tongue randomly along the inner creases of her aroused membranes he found the spot. She gasped. Gazing upward Bobby watched as her chest heaved, and those gorgeous knockers rose and fell. Watching the outline of her nipples standing at attention he imagined how good they'd feel between his lips. Withdrawing his tongue he sucked on her bud. She started whimpering progressively louder until her body tensed and she cried out, "Oh slave! Oh ... s-slave! Ahhhhh!!"

Holding his head firmly she pumped her hips up and down over his face, encouraging what she felt to feel even better. After many long seconds of shaking, and crying ecstatically, as if to express what couldn't be put into words, her body relaxed and she collapsed. Deb sat on his thighs and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

Bobby returned the embrace, drawling her in with strong arms that wreathed her thin shapely frame.

"I love you," she said. "I love you." She didn't know from where the words came but they came freely and with passion. Somewhere deep within they flowed without reservation or caution.

"I love you too Mistress."

For a long minute they embraced. Although his shaft stood fully engorged and poked wantonly up into her ass and although it leaked profusely now soaking the two of them, she ignored his immaculate cock and let herself be swallowed inside the embrace of his strong arms - his strong, loving and devoted arms. Tears flowed from her eyes and she absorbed the many kissing pecking at her neck that she knew Bobby was giving because of the admiration he held for her. It wasn't his body that made her cry. It wasn't his cock. It was him; the real him; the gentle, caring, loving, devoted, obedient him. His handsomeness was merely icing on the cake. All of the surgical changes paled in comparison with how she felt about Bobby the person; he was so hers, and wanted to be hers. All of this felt suddenly overwhelming and she cried some more - happy cries of joy.

"Please enjoy me, Mistress," Bobby said amidst the kisses he kept planting on her neck, shoulder and ear. He sensed something powerful had just happened. Indeed some sort of intimate bond had formed. Maybe it had been there all along but something blossomed, something greater had taken place when they shared his cum. Kissing and holding one another tightly she wept. It all felt so intimate, so very intimate. Their behaviors were unimpeded and visceral. Indeed they had crossed some sort of divide and in the process became closer than ever. Maybe in fact, love had overtaken them both.

"Lie back Bobby," she whispered.

Awkwardly he unkinked his legs from under her and stretched his tall frame on the plush carpet. His log, thick and full lurched upward. His cockslit yawned open and cum leaked almost continually down his shaft in a steady trickle. Large balls that mostly matched his immense penis hung placidly, waiting for the signal to partake in the sexual congress between dominant and submissive.

"You look so beautiful." Her comment addressed his entirety but her eyes were fixed on his transformation.

"I love knowing you are mine, my slave. I love knowing all of this," she motioned with her hand from head to foot, "is all for me to enjoy. Most of all I love knowing that part," she pointed to his head, "loves me."

"Then come and enjoy me, my Mistress."

She smiled, mouthed a kiss and descended, grabbing his manhood in one hand and aiming it at her crevice.

"You are not to cum unless I give you permission."

On the surface her words sounded so beautiful. Yet in his subconscious he worried. He had failed her every time but one and that was only because she went so very slow. He hoped and prayed the changes Layla brought about would provide him the stamina to endure. She deserved only the very best. He answered, "Yes Ma'am."

"Watch me, my slave. Don't take your eyes off me. I want to see your desire. I want to feel your lust for me in those beautiful eyes."

He nodded and smiled broadly. Deb slowly opened her legs and let him enter her inner sanctuary.

The response, the feeling, the emotions were so much more intense than when she had used the phallus at Layla's. Deb cried out; her breathing suddenly coming in short gasps and in ragged bursts as if his intrusion had been more than she could tolerate.

And indeed it almost was. The absurdly chunky pole stretched her more than she'd ever been opened. Debra felt like every fold of her vagina had unfurled, permitting thousands upon thousands of sensory nerves access to his manhood and the stimulation it produced. The feeling was beyond comprehension! Tears of joy again streamed down her cheeks as she sank, engulfing all her tunnel could hold. Now, filled to capacity, she hadn't the room for his final two inches. Feeling the soft head press against 'that' part of her was indeed too much. She lifted, letting him slide almost all the way out before taking him once more.

Bobby watched, studying her response and knowing this was the feeling he hoped she'd feel. The newly renovated genital was proving to be an ideal one. Lying under such a spectacularly built woman was a privilege that very few would ever enjoy. Being fucked by one who reciprocated mutual feelings of love and passion was an even rarer event. Bobby didn't take what was happening here lightly. He understood how fortunate he was. Being able to see her finally able to enjoy him to her fullest satisfied the deepest part of his submissive self. His thoughts moved from what he felt to what he was letting her feel. His mind vicariously enjoyed what she experienced while observing her body respond to the mammoth cock entering and leaving her sacred tunnel.

Seeing her rise and fall on a penis that fit her so perfectly brought forth emotions that drew him to her. Those sentiments grew hotter, solidifying previous ones. To be a submissive was one thing; to be sexually subservient was yet something more. But to be so fond, so overtaken with feeling; to know he was unabashedly proud, even to the point of gloating, at making love with such a beauty was so much more. Mistress's congress, her uniting in mind and body, seemed, at least at this moment to sear his forever-commitment. He wanted her; not as a man typically wants a woman but he couldn't deny he desired her in that way as well. Even more he wanted to be hers, to be known as hers, to serve her, and most of all to see this level of elation and bliss which he saw on her precious face now.

Together they united. Her lovemaking seared in his heart to never more want, lust, or desire another. Seeing her slim frame topped with perfect tits filled him with gratitude and indebtedness for all she had done for him. He was so unworthy for any of this. A Tennessee country boy didn't deserve her. No one did. And yet he was here. He was here because she had claimed him; wanted him; chose him! The entire concept was mind-boggling.

"It feels so good right there," she gasped interrupting his thoughts.

He could feel his cockhead pressing against the far end of her tunnel. "I'm so glad. I love being right here. You are so beautiful Mistress."

"Mmmm, thank you Bobby. I love hearing those words. You know," she said changing course, "Layla told me that when you're here, at this spot that feels so good, it's because you're pressing at the entrance to my cervix." She groaned again and maneuvered her hips around, apparently trying to intensify whatever felt so nice.

"Enjoy me Baby. I want you to feel good. It feels good for me too. Feels really good; not too intense but really nice."

"Good," she said, her voice raspy with fervor.

Deb spent another five minutes doing nothing more than rotating her hips while remaining fully impaled. Her grunts, gasps, and moans filled the room with passionate lust. Whatever she perceived remained profoundly intense. Finally she lifted and sank, then rose and sank again. The fucking had begun and although he could sense her muscles milking him with involuntary rhythmic contractions, this time their activity felt super good but not overly so.

"Cum for me, Mistress. Enjoy me. Feel my cock inside you," he encouraged.

"Trust me, I'm just getting started," she said, her eyes twinkling with play.

Deb looked at him, and observed his own desire. She closed hers, feeling him only with her vagina. He felt so very nice. Finally she opened them and stared down between her legs as the thick and veined sausage disappeared with each suckling descent. Bobby's eyes remained transfixed on her. He observed every change in her emotion while she did his. He studied her beauty while she encouraged his submissive surrender with each dominant movement of her body. Her carnal lust grew with each fuck. He saw it in her face; he saw it in the way she moved; he heard it in the declarations she voiced.

Soon she moved at an efficient pace, letting him slide in and out freely. In no hurry to cum, she rested both hands on his chest, using them as a fulcrum about which to rock her hips up and down while staring deeply into his giving eyes. Heavy breasts swung invitingly before him. Her nipples strained, seemingly to yearn for the touch of his lips. She smiled knowing what he was thinking.

"You can suck on them later slave but not now."

"You look so beautiful," he grunted. "And you feel incredible."

"Oh Bobby," she said, her words suddenly becoming more ragged. "Oh God!"

Mistress pumped harder, the repetitive movements quickening as if wanting to reach some unseen finish-line yesterday. Suddenly she screamed. "Ahhhhhhh!" Her body wracked violently in a spasm and she came in a glorious cry of ecstasy. Shaking she came again and again. One orgasm built on the next. Bobby watched; her face contorted in both joy and pain; her neck arched completely back; her tits thrust ferociously forward.

As the wave rescinded so did her strength and she crumpled forward and into his waiting arms. Her lips went to his and with his rod still impaled deep inside her sopping hole they explored one another's mouth.

"That is how I always dreamed it would feel like," she cooed. "Bobby that felt wonderful. Oh God that felt good." Deb wiggled her hips making sure he knew to what it was she was referring.

"I didn't cum," he said almost with relief.

"Close?"

"Not really, but it felt better than any time before."

"Mmmm!" she purred. "And you're still so hard. You are the best slave a girl could ever dream of owning."

Bobby could hear both seriousness and flirtation in her words and most likely there was both. He felt her muscles purposely milking his concrete cock and grinned. "How could I be anything else but? Look at who is lying on me. You are so stunning, so," he paused in thought and then blurted, "so yummy!"

Deb laughed. "Yummy? I don't think I've ever been referred to as that before but I'll take it as a compliment," she said blushing slightly. "I'm glad you feel that way."

"I'll always feel that way. It's an honor to be your slave, Mistress; an honor to be fucked by you."

Ignoring his compliment she stated, "Oh," she sighed. "That feels so nice when your cockhead presses right there," she pushed down increasing the pressure.

Bobby smiled.

"Layla told me if I could ever get you to open my cervix my orgasm would be mind-blowing."

"She said that?" He said excitedly.

"Well, not exactly. She put it more clinically; something to the effect that it would be exponentially more powerful than any one I ever had conventionally."

"That sounds pretty good."

"That's what she told me. All I know is when you're right here," she pressed again, "that it feels really really good."
"Mmmm! I hope I can help you get there." He thought for a few seconds. "But does that mean I'd have to open you enough to put my whole head in there?"

Look how much further you can go," Deb noted reaching down to the base of his pole. "There's at least two inches of you not in me."

"Is it safe for me to penetrate your cervix? I mean if you ever opened, my whole head would go in there."

"I guess so or she wouldn't have told me."

"Do you want to try?"

"Not today, My One. I want one more and I want you to cum when I do." She kissed him again, her affection visibly apparent.

Kissing, first along the ridge of his chin and then making her way down across his neck Deb didn't stop until her lips found his chest. She enjoyed feeling the warmth of his body against her soft lips. Only then did she let his cob slide out. And only after did she sink further between his legs until her cheek nestled in the musky scent of his groin. Deb sucked and licked him as if his genitals were god-like idols. With long flat-tongued strokes she lapped away. Her cum had thoroughly coated and penetrated his soft skin and she recognized her own mildly musky taste, one that Tyaja had often made her sample. Pursing her lips she slid up each side of the thick pole, relishing the thought of how incredible this slick shaft had made her feel. She could feel the faint ridges of the pulsing purple veins traversing the perimeter of this impeccably shaped organ of pleasure.

Sticking her tongue into his yawning slit, she tasted his leakage. "I'm going to take you and go for as long as I can," she said softly, kissing his soft head tenderly. Quickly she straddled his hips and mounted. "You are not permitted an orgasm until I say so."

After plunging up and down several times she added, "And I want you watching my body. Since you like my tits so much you can fill your mind with how beautiful they are." Her words were soft and alluring. "I want you to see in your eyes just how much pleasure I'm giving you."

"Yes Mistress," he whispered. He could feel the stiffness of his appendage. It felt so odd to be so big. Up until today whenever he had an erection the unforgiving white fascia constrained his ultimate size but it had been sliced open. Now only his skin confined him and it felt so different. He could tell he was big and wondered if he'd get even bigger. He wondered how long it would take before scar tissue knitted the ends of his severed fascia together. Would it ever? He groaned as her muscles engulfed and contracted around the enormous intruder. Yet he had no urge to cum. She felt so very good, as if his arousal quickly progressed to an 8 or 9 on a 10 scale and stayed there.

Thirty seven minutes later, Deb, now wet with perspiration, her hair awry and her body visibly shaking from having come so close to the edge so many times could finally take him no more. Unable to make herself stop for the twentieth time to let the hypersensitivity of her cunt and clit pass, she pressed on. His shaft, balls and thighs were slick with her wetness. Her body ached to cum. With near frantic desire she placed both hands on his chest, let her heavy breast fall until they nearly touched his face and violently fucked him.

Bobby watched her magnificent tits jiggle and heave with each pounding of her hips. Feeling like he was now at a 9.9 in the excitement category he breathed in gasps, matching her frayed breathing. Falling once more she hissed, "Cum slave!"

Bobby did. They came together. Both bodies arched stiffly, forcing their sex organs deeper into one another. He gasped and grunted; she screamed aaaahhhs and grunts. Bobby's load shot deep inside, filling her hole. With balls almost twice their previous size they emptied their contents of milky thick cream into her well. Deb matched him, her juices flowing from her over-stimulated pores. Together their nectars blended.

She could feel his warm surges invade her once, twice, three - four times. With each spurt she felt him arch and saw his body strain with painful pleasure; filling her not only with his cream but with himself as he gave up his all to her. The erotic consummation lasted many seconds. He was the first to yield. She could feel the bulky log soften after serving its offering. When she was certain he was through she leapt off and quickly came to his waiting mouth. Cream spilled out of her. Neither had any idea there had been so much inside. A trail of his juice traced a linear path from his cock to his mouth and kept flowing once she seated her pussy over him. Warm sticky cream filled his mouth and still it came. Mistress reached behind and scooped finger-fulls off from the base of his shaft and ate.

When Deb saw the white goo leaking from his mouth she came to him, her lips locking onto his. Her tongue investigated his mouth and wherever it searched found gobs of the thick warm semen. Moans of pleasure filled the bedroom as the two intertwined their bodies. Eventually Mistress rolled off, pulling him with her. They lay side-by-side sharing the sweet nectar. Back and forth they exchanged, always with her dictating the ritualistic exchange of fluids. Finally when she had given it all to him one last time she pulled away.

"Swallow my slave and know you are mine."

She watched him do so obediently. They remained on the soft carpet for some time. Deb dozed quietly. Eventually she rose and pulled Bobby up by his semi-flaccid cock.

When they stood she looked at the floor and pointed to where they had lain. "I want this carpet cleaned first thing tomorrow. Make sure you use the carpet cleaner that's downstairs."

She led him into her bedroom feeling a sense of complete and unmitigated satisfaction. Her desire for him quenched; her lust no longer her predominant thought. She had no idea what he was feeling but imagined he felt similarly. The day was quickly passing and she had things to do. Leaving him to stand by the bed she went into a drawer and produced a small box. Inside were more of the steel cock-rings. These were larger - much larger.

Ten minutes later Deb looked approvingly at the large bands gracing the lengthy and engorged shaft. The rings and blue pill worked magically. The multi-ring make-up of his jewelry thrust his balls forward just enough to give them an air that they were presenting. She chose a total of three rings this time, rather than the five he had worn previously and wondered if he'd look even sexier with his huge balls hanging free with a steel band spanning the space between testicle and the underside of his shaft. She smiled thinking. Deb had all the time she wanted to make that decision and made a mental note to have a few bands specifically made for that purpose. She'd have them delivered in the next few days and then see how he'd look. At least for now, he was secure. She believed he also had no intention of ever leaving but still, one could never be overly cautious. His erection spoke to where his mind was- safe and secure in her presence. Yes, part of that had to do with the little blue pill but, "Even the little blue pills didn't work that well," she mused looking at his thick hardon.

...

After an exhausting workout, dinner, cleaning the bedroom carpet, engaging in a discussion in which Mistress shared her thoughts for changing the spare bedroom into a playroom, and the evening administration of the blue pill and an injection of hormones, the happy couple retired to a night of watching TV. Mistress lounged comfortably while her submissive sat with his back to the flat-screen massaging feet and legs. A condom hung limply from his cock-head. It was the second one since their afternoon love-making. The first was clothes pinned to a towel in her bathroom awaiting consumption.

When the show ended some two hours later, they headed to bed. Bobby stood in present mode while Mistress got ready for bed. As she passed by, she snapped the condom off, ordered him to his knees and emptied the two latex sacs into his mouth.

"Don't swallow until I tell you," she said straightforwardly. "Go toss these in the trash can and come to bed."

When he returned they kissed. However, this time she never sampled his fluids. After making out for some while and kissing his face everywhere, the process of which made it almost impossible for him not to laugh, he was given the ok to ingest, which he did without complaint.

Still content from her prolonged ride of his stalk and feeling a bit raw down there from all the action she was in no mood for more.

"Here," she said, handing him a condom, "don't forget to put this on just before you massage me."

Bobby opened the foil wrap and readied the balloon for later.

"Now hold me." He pulled her in close; his arms securing her warmly while one of her legs draped across his body. Her hand found his stiffy and she fondled it quietly for a long time.

"Can you believe the change Bobby?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Not really. I'm still not use to seeing it hanging off me. It looks so different. Even feels different. Do you like it?"

"Like it?" she asked incredulously.

"Like the look, I mean. I know you like the feel but what about the look."

"I love the look. I don't think I'd like it as much if Layla hadn't shown me how to make your balls bigger. You look really sexy and I can't wait to see you with really big ones. You'll be the envy of any guy that sees you from now on," she said cheerfully.

"How big are you going to make them?" His question was a serious one. He could already feel the increased weight of them hanging in his sack and could see how much larger they had become in such a short amount of time.

"Lemons. I want them to be the size of two lemons."

"That's pretty big! That's about twice the size of what they are now?"

Deb giggled. "I considered oranges but I didn't want them to change the way you walked. So, yea, they are going to be pretty big but that's the look I'm going for."

"They still might."

"Might? What do you mean?"

"They might make me walk more bow-legged."

Deb giggled. "I don't think so. They aren't really between your legs; more like they are in front of them."

"I think they look pretty nice right now."

"I know but I want them bigger. I'm thinking of getting a silver spacer to really show them off."

Bobby giggled. "And you're sure it's safe for me to get that big?" He wasn't sure if the question was even appropriate but he had to ask. It was his body after all. He had to live with these things whenever they weren't being enjoyed.

"I'm trusting Layla on this and besides, I saw how big her husbands' balls were, didn't you?" Not waiting for a response, she added, "And we see her in a week. If she says I can go another few days with the injections I will." She fondled the somewhat mushy orbs making him tense in discomfort. "I think three weeks will be all you need. I mean, I can see them getting bigger almost daily now. They really are growing fast - faster than I ever thought they could."

"I'm going to be a freak when you're done with me."

She fondled one testicle. Although significantly larger than when the treatment began, they weren't nearly as firm. Now they had a somewhat mushy and gelatinous texture. Mistress figured they'd firm up once the injections were over. "You're not going to be a freak Bobby, and regardless, I'm the only one that's going to be seeing them anyway. You're doing this for me. Remember?"

"And Tyaja, and Lisa and Jenny and Katie," he added.

"OK, well maybe a few more than me but only those girls. No guys."

"Promise?"

Mistress raised her head to look at him. "Mistress never makes promises to her sub."

"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry I asked."

"Apology accepted." She rested her head back on that muscular spot where his chest and shoulder met.

Bobby inhaled, his head flexing forward so he could bury his face into her auburn hair. She smelled so good. It was a Debra smell and one he keenly knew to be her.

"Katie and I talked after we left you," she said changing the subject.

"I figured you would. She seemed almost too casual around me. I mean, we hadn't even met before."

"She is a unique woman, Bobby. I've watched her grow up over the years."

"Really?"

"She was maybe 14 or 15 when I moved here. I could tell she would be a beautiful woman when finally mature and she was quite enamored with me once she learned I was almost in the Miss America Pageant. She would made excuses to stop by. She was so cute back then." Deb snickered thinking back in time. "Here is your mail Ms. Ashby, or I brought you your newspaper, or I wanted to show you my new outfit. It took me a few visits to figure why she always seemed to show up at my doorstep but I eventually did."

"She is really pretty," Bobby agreed.

"And what is it about her attracts you?"

"Mistress, this isn't fair. You know I don't' like talking about other women's bodies with you."

"Anything is fair if I ask you a question. Besides all is fair in domme and sub. Haven't you heard that expression before?" she smiled.

"Something like that." He paused and then responded, trying to be tactful. "Her blonde hair and her long legs are really pretty and she's got a cute face," he conceded.

Deb smiled. Twisting her body so she could look into his eyes. She got comfortable. "And what about her breasts?"

"Their nice. Not as big as yours but their nice."

"Her nipples were pretty aroused when she came back into my office. Did you like seeing them sticking out like that?"

Bobby blushed. "I didn't notice."

"Don't lie to me," she said with an edge.

"OK, yes they were perky. And yes I liked seeing them that way. It's not erotic for me to see hers poking out. It's not the same as seeing yours. And besides, I like when women's nipples get hard."

"Why?"

"Because that's how a confident woman was meant to look. Why shouldn't she be permitted to let her body do what it instinctively wants? It's what happens to me with my penis. It's what my body does. It's what your body does. I don't believe women should feel ashamed. When I see a woman's nipples through their top I think that they aren't afraid to show their feminine desire. And to me, well, I associate that with being in control, if that makes any sense. Kind of like she's showing off her body the way it was meant to be shown."

"I like that thought. Is that how you feel about my nipples when they stand up?"

"That and more," he answered grinning broadly.

"Why is that?"

"Because yours are so beautiful - and bigger too. And I know you are my owner."

"But my nipples aren't as big as Ty's," she countered.

"No one is as big as Ty's," he said pointedly. "Hers are huge. But, I think it's really sexy to see a woman that isn't afraid to wear clothing that allows others to see her arousal, especially when guys have no right to touch."

"You mean submissives," she corrected.

"OK, submissives. When a submissive man like me sees someone like Katie or Ty or you aroused, there is this unspoken assumption we both feel that she is in charge. Even if I get hard, it's because of her beauty not vice versa. Her beauty pushes me into submission. And I hope it makes her feel that much more confident. I'll never be the aggressor in that situation. When I see confident women like Katie, even if they are so much younger, that confidence feeds my submission. For some reason it triggers something inside that puts her in a more powerful position and me in a more dependent one. The same goes for you or Ty or Lisa or Jenny."

Deb smiled thoughtfully. She liked knowing how he thought and hearing his explanations, especially when it came to his submissive side and what kinds of things aroused him or pushed his submissive buttons.

"What about Katie's pussy?"

"What about it?"

"Do you like?"

"I didn't see. If I had, it probably would have earned me a trip to the dog house down the hill."

She laughed at his forethought. "It might. It's shaved you know."

"It is?! How do you know that?" his questions conveying surprise.

"I just do." After a long pause she added, "Yesterday she told me she shaves."

"You guys did talk!"

"I guess we did, and I told her I shave too. I think that made her feel good about her own personal hygiene." Deb smiled brightly and then looked at him more intently. "OK, so all fun aside, here are your rules when you are with Katie."

"Yes Mistress," he answered alertly.

"If you are with her and it's just the two of you, you address her as Miss Katie and answer by saying yes ma'am, when appropriate." She paused. "I'm sure my sister taught you to treat all women with respect. In fact I'm sure of it. It was one of Mariko's foundational mantras. All submissives are expected to view their mistress, or for that matter, any other female with the utmost of respect. Am I not correct?"

"Yes ma'am. I think I heard that phrase or something like it a thousand times."

"So I want you to give Katie that same respect. If she tells you to do something then you do it."

"Even if I think it's going too far?"

"Bobby, I don't want you to think. I want you to obey. If I need to handle something after the fact then I will but the more important component to your question is me knowing you'll obey her without me having to make you. I expect you to always obey other woman. Your obedience should be black and white. There are no 'what ifs' with any rule I give you. Doesn't that make sense and make your life easier?"

"Yes Mistress," he conceded.

"OK then if Katie tells you to get her a drink, or tie her shoe or whatever, you do it. And for that matter anything any of my girlfriends tell you, I want you to obey. Let me address the boundary issues. You do your part by obeying I'll do my part and watch over you. Fair enough?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Make sure you add those rules to your book in the morning." With that she rolled away and stretched prone on the satin sheets. Deb let out a satisfying sigh of exhaustion. Bobby reached for the condom, slipped it on and began quietly and softly rubbing her back. They talked off and on for a while longer but soon the room became silent and soon after Mistress drifted off to sleep with her slave gently stroking her thighs, rump and back for several minutes more.

The remainder of the week passed uneventfully. Of course' uneventfully' included Mistress enjoying nightly rides on her new cock, giving her slave daily injections of hormones and medications, supervising his weight lifting and making sure he completed the usual chores and housework while she tended to the 'family' business.

In an attempt to defray the likely advances she anticipated her best friends making on Bobby she ordered him into the laundry room where she locked the door just prior to the girls arriving for their weekly workout rendezvous. With two loads to wash to dry and fold, he had plenty to keep busy, even if there were extended periods of dead time. Deb figured he'd be out of sight and therefore out of mind when the intrusive Tyaja inevitably went on the prowl in search of her naked slave. What she hadn't anticipated was Ty's wrath once she realized Deb had him hidden or sent away. As if to send a message to the mistress of the house, she forced Deb eat her pussy for the better part of an hour; cutting her own workout short just to make sure she understood the seriousness of her action. Lisa in turn only enjoyed Jennifer for half as long and by the time Tyaja returned fully dressed and pulling along the disheveled hostess, still naked and looking sluttier than ever, the other girls had already showered and were enjoying a refreshing glass of Pinot Grigio.

"I know he's yours, but don't you dare do this to me again!" she said angrily, as her venting ended.

Deb stood stone-faced enduring the public ridicule. This was a new twist to their relationship; a twist she never imagined would ever happen. She saw Tyaja as something other than the woman she thought she knew. They had years of history that extended far beyond the modeling competitions that had initially drawn them together. Deb viewed Ty as a friend nearly as close as she considered her sister Sharon. They could talk about most anything even though they had this 'other' side to their relationship that included a bit of self imposed kink. Never, had she seen, nor imagined this sinister facet of her personality lay dormant within the gorgeous African. As Lisa and Jen looked on, Deb caught their reaction to the verbal beating and realized they too were taken aback by Ty's anger - and arrogance.
The commotion between lovers hadn't gone unnoticed by the slave of the house either. Although mostly shielded by the insulated walls he gathered enough from the tone of the black woman's voice to understand Ty and Deb discussed had been emotionally charged. After hearing the painful cry of Mistress coming from the gym, he almost left his post to take his stand but remembered her lecture from a previous night about obedience and how important it was he never violate that precept.

Thankfully Ty's anger faded almost as quickly as it had come leaving the girls all the more puzzled. She sent Deb to her room to shower while she socialized with Lisa and Jenny for several minutes' longer, acting as if nothing of note had taken place other than a good cardio and weight workout. By the time Deb had dressed and come back upstairs the girls were gone. Returning to the lower level she opened the door and found Bobby seated and waiting impatiently, his cock, hanging long and bulky between his loins. She came to him in a rush.

"I missed you my slave," she said nearly breaking down emotionally.

"Are you OK?"

She peered into his eyes. "Yes I'm OK. Why would you think I wasn't?"

Feeling embarrassed he answered, "I thought I heard you and Tyaja arguing and at one point I thought I heard you scream. I wondered if you were hurt."

Cupping his face in her soft hands she kissed him. "It was nothing more than us girls having a bit of a quarrel. It's happened before and will happen again," she said curtly. "Now, let's get you upstairs. You have work to do."

That was the last thing spoken of the incident. Bobby logged it in his memory trying to make sense of the odd dynamic between Mistress and Tyaja. His gut told him whatever had happened wasn't the least bit healthy and her words contradicted his thoughts. How could Mistress' relationship with her best friend be anything but an unhealthy one?

...

The following week began with a trip to see Dr. Richardson. At this stage in his treatment and recovery program several changes had become manifest. The heavy feelings he initially felt when his cock engorged had since dissipated. Layla had assured him it would. What originally felt as an added weight hanging and flopping from his pubis now felt almost like it belonged. His brain had indeed adapted to the mass of added blood that filled the spongy membranes of his male appendage. Second was his own perception of what he saw in the mirror. When first seeing the swollen log he couldn't believe how big his cock looked. It even felt tons thicker when he grabbed it and undeniably it was. Yet as he stood unclothed in front of Layla and seeing his profile in the mirror to his left, he found he really enjoyed the new look. Mistress might have had something to do with his thinking. She had told him often how masculine his loins looked now that he had a thicker eight-plus inch cock. What he was still coming to terms with were his balls. They now hung like small tennis balls from his stretched sack and they were very uncomfortable. The testicles themselves grew in size much faster than the scrotal sack was stretching and caused the right and left ones to constantly rub against one another. They hurt all the time now, even with the over the counter pain killer Mistress permitted him to take.

"Don't you love the new look?" Deb said excitedly.

Layla analytically observed him, lifting his penis, checking the small incisions and seeing they were healing nicely. Feeling and then measuring his girth she relayed he hadn't gotten any bigger since the surgery, news which Bobby welcomed. Finally she thoroughly evaluated his testicles. After probing, squeezing and pinching she spoke.

"I like the look" she said circumspectly. "He's about the size of Raymond down here," she said cupping his tender orbs. "Have you stopped with the injections?"

"No," Deb said almost too quickly. "I want them a little bigger."

"Please be careful. I wouldn't go more than another few days. Remember, every cell here is multiplying rapidly. That means his balls are growing exponentially."

"If you mean they are growing progressively faster, I know. I can see that," she said defensively.

"That's right. The change from yesterday to today is more than the daily change a week ago."

"Are lemon-sized balls too much to ask?"

Layla smiled, finally turning to look at Debra. "No but don't go any bigger. It's Monday. I think you'll be there by Thursday; maybe even Wednesday. When you get him where you want, bring him right away in so we can remove this line. I don't want to risk an infection."

"I can do that."

"You won't need to see me. My nurse can remove it and close the wound. I want you to know what to expect during the next month or so since I may not see you," she added. "Over time, his scrotum will catch up to his balls and they won't stay quite so high. The weight of his testicles will force the scrotum to stretch and eventually everything down there will find a happy place to hang; they always do," she said grinning. "So don't worry Bobby, she said looking over at him, "everything will hang loose eventually." She made that Hawaiian gesture with her thumb and pinky and Bobby smiled accordingly. "And I don't know if either of you have felt the consistency of his testicles but they're pretty gooey right now. That too will change. Just give it time."

Deb smiled and nodded. "That's what I was hoping for. Huge balls hanging under a massive cock."

"And ones that are going to produce a boat-load of semen, too," Layla added.

"Even better!" Deb eagerly agreed.

...

Rather than heading east in the direction of home, Deb drove into the city, returning to the law offices or Washington, Walker and Sheppard. She made a quick trip up to the 25th floor and luckily caught Laura Sheppard between appointments.

"I need to change the name on the Will I had you do the other week."

Laura looked at her curiously. "Something wrong Deb?"

"No, but I think I have someone else better suited for what I need should something happen to me." She handed her a sticky note with a name written in bold print.

"I'll make the changes." She looked at the note again and referenced it. "Are you sure this time?"

"Yes," she said as confidently as she could. Laura had put a seed of doubt when she questioned her judgment. "Yes, I'm quite sure. Do you have time now? I thought it would be a simple find and replace task on the document."

Laura smiled. "For you, I have time," she said hesitantly. "Let's take care of this. I have someone coming in any minute now."

"Thank you Laura. I really appreciate your promptness."

Deb left five minutes later with the updated Will and Testament in a sealed envelope. Both the current and old executor would be getting notified. Deb anticipated their responses to be diametrically different and something she'd have to get sorted out when she next saw them. Regardless of how either felt, this needed to be done and if this person wasn't agreeable to assist her then she'd look elsewhere, although she wasn't sure where.

While Mistress drove home tight-lipped about the document resting between them, Bobby wondered what she was up to. Maybe all this had to do with her financial planning business. If it wasn't for the awkward way she responded to his questions, he would have assumed it was nothing more than a portfolio from a client. However, this wasn't business related and he felt as if it had something to do with them. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and made a conscious decision to release whatever desire he had to probe into a subject he had no business questioning.

"When we get home, go to the bedroom, hang the condom up without spilling anything and make yourself ready. I'll be down after I finish taking care of a few things."

Bobby smiled. "I'm glad you are in the mood to enjoy me."

"Who said I want to enjoy your cock?"

"Then I'm glad you are in the mood to have your pussy licked," he replied with a smirk.

Deb grinned. "Maybe I'll have you lick my asshole instead."

"Yummy!" He said with enthusiasm; his response surprising his Mistress.

"Just do what I asked, smarty pants!" Her bright smile indicated how pleased she was with his deferential teasing. She slapped his cheek lightly a few times, waiting for the light to turn green. "You know I'm going to fuck you slave, don't you?"

"That's what I was thinking."

"It's best for you to learn the mind of your Mistress. It's always good to know her ways." She paused then changed the conversation ninety degrees. "What do you think about Lisa?"

"Having a bit of ADHD Mistress?" He teased.

"Just answer."

"She's beautiful. That's for certain."

"And?"

"She's nice."

"What does that mean?"

"She seems like a nice person. I don't know her well but it's just a positive vibe I get when around her."

"Anything else?"

"Her contrasts."

Deb was about to ask for clarification when he went on.

"Her hair is jet black, her complexion is really light and her eyes are the most brilliant blue I've ever seen. She's a mixture of contrasting intensities. I think that's part of what makes her so stunning. And those eyes," he paused thinking, "I sometimes feel as if she's looking into my soul."

"She does have the most beautiful eyes. Anything else?"

"She's not very aggressive. She's not at all like Ty."

"That's an astute observation. She is quieter. But I wouldn't call her shy."

"No, but maybe more reserved. Maybe she seems that way because Ty always seems to dominate the conversation when I'm with the four of you."

"When Lisa is not with Ty she's pretty much a take-charge lady. I mean, she runs her own business, like I do."

"And she tells Jenny what she wants," Bobby interjected.

"You noticed."

"I did. I think she's lesbian, or at least leaning that way."

Deb smiled. "Yea, she's that too. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Bobby wondered if she was referring to what he had witnessed between Ty and Deb but kept the thought to himself. "I never said there was anything wrong with her taste in women."

"Play on words? Nice. I like that!" She giggled.

"I didn't mean it that way. She reminds me a little of you to be honest. She's beautiful and unassuming and seems to know what she wants in life without having to feel the whole world needs to know as well. Like I said, she's kind of like you."

"I can see that although I never really gave that a thought before. She is quite self-assured and I admire that quality in her."

"I like that quality in you too, Mistress. I call that being elegantly assertive."

Deb smiled. "Is that so?"

"Yep, and it's true too. You are elegant and you can be quite assertive when you want."

"Kind of like when I told you to get yourself ready when we got home?"

"That, and how you got your way with Layla, and how you wouldn't let Ty enjoy me the day we first met, and how you locked me in the room when you all worked out last week, and how you insisted I wear the steel bands and..."

Deb broke into a playful laugh. "I get the point slave. I get the point."

They drove in silence for some miles, their car easily ascending the hillside that permitted periodic glimpses of Eagle Mountain Lake off in the distance. Bobby always loved this view. Seeing the water abuzz with activity so far away and viewing the lake through the intermittent pines and hardwoods growing on either side of the road made for a picturesque drive. The sight also made him think of home - Mistress' home. He loved living with her; loved her style of dominance, which was indeed elegantly assertive and so different from that of her twin sister. Although he'd only been her for a few short weeks his Tennessee life felt months removed.

Mistress pulled into the drive. Bobby stared at the mailbox and smiled as she made the turn. The word "Martin" stamped in bold four-inch letters on a brass plate anchored to the brick pillar revealed to all who it was that lived across the way. His thoughts went to Katie. "So the little teen thought Debra Ashby from across the street was really cool. I guess she would, thought Bobby. After all, how many women are there that almost won a state beauty pageant?" He smiled at the thought and looked at his mistress. Her beauty piqued everyone with whom she came in contact. He loved looking at her. There was her beauty, yes, but there was something more that made her so alluring and he couldn't put words to his feelings.

He wondered what Katie thought of the woman across the street now that she knew there was a naked slave living and serving the homeowners' every need; so much for the innocent impression of the rich beauty pageant lady. She wasn't so innocent any more now was she? He grinned as Deb drove the sleek BMW down the drive, the garage door already open and waiting. In a few minutes it would indeed be his duty to serve but do so from a supine position. He liked serving her this way most of all; all stretched out on plush bed sheets. He smiled thinking how nice it would be when she finally arrived, naked, beautiful, her eyes filled with desire and wanting nothing else than to feel his thick meaty cock slip inside her stunning body.

"Oh! Oh!! Oooohhhh!!" she gasped between ragged breaths.

Bobby opened his eyes, peering up. His gaze moved upward from the slick and glistening pussy rasping over his pointed tongue and nose. Further above he admired the taut and flat abdomen that fed into the trim ribcage on which jutted two fabulously shaped globes topped with lively nipples. Inwardly he gasped, taking in the magnificence of her beauty in action.

She had just climaxed. Having let hit him take her to the edge just minutes before. Deb took matters into her own now and used his face as a means to fall over a peak he had repeatedly and artfully denied herself several times previous. She loved the feeling of almost getting there and then having the sensations wane ever so slightly. Bobby knew how to make her feel so erotically delicious but never explode. He'd do it again and again until her mind became frenzied with desire. And then he'd make her explode. God it felt so good. Her slave knew how to please. His talent for sensing how far he could push her and where he could touch was unequaled and unparalleled as far as she was concerned. "No one could do what Bobby could," she thought and whether or not that was true, it was all that really mattered.

Moving from his mouth to his hips she readied herself for the main course. Feeling his hardness against her ass, she rose, aimed his pole at her delicate flower, and with a groan of delight and anticipation, lowered her body until she could take no more. Feeling the swellings of the steel bands encircling his base she marveled at his girth. There was no way she could ever get hand around the root of his stalk and balls. Even using both hands, her fingers didn't overlap all that much. Every part of him down there was now so thick and luscious. Deb wasn't into being big but she loved his exceptional size. Not only did an eight or nine inch cock fill her fancy but now, so did his two hefty balls. As she continued the slow pistoning motion, taking and releasing him with every rise and fall, Debra thought of how secure she'd feel when their lovemaking time finally ended. She smiled while looking at his chiseled body, knowing she'd lie cuddled around him feeling so small and safe within those muscular arms.

"This feels so nice Baby."

There was no need to answer. He smiled, his hands moved to her ass. Cupping each rump firmly he grasped both melons, assisting her up and down movements. Nothing felt better than knowing she was using his body, his cock, and his attributes for her pleasure. It was a submissive man's dream come true.

Mariko and Sharon had taught him how to serve. Hours upon hours of foot worship, oral training, massaging, and yes, beatings as well as so many nights locked cramped in a dog cage had all achieved its desired effect. No longer was he like any of his friends, or for that matter, most any guy he'd pass on a busy sidewalk. Yes, they probably all wanted to experience intimacy with a woman but that's where the similarities ended. What they wanted out of that relationship was far different than he. They wanted a body to call their own; a pussy to fuck, an orgasm to be had, and a trophy to put on their shelf. Those desires were so far removed he had a hard time even thinking they could ever exist. Yes he wanted Deb, but even more, he wanted Deb to want him; to enjoy him; to teach him how to please. He wanted to serve her; to meet her every need - just as she allowed him to do so now. The orgasm about to be had would not be his but the satisfaction of what they were now sharing would be so much greater than any traditional sex any of his friends had. How many of them could last this long? How many ever denied themselves so their woman could enjoy her husband for as long as she wanted to fuck? How many of them loved being used? Probably none. Too bad for them. They were missing out on so much and they had absolutely no clue there even was more to experience than a quick fuck and cum.

"Getting closer," she said happily.

Her movements came free and easy; the strength in her thighs permitting her to ride him without much physical strain. Her juices flowed, mixing with what he knew as an equally steady stream of pre-ejaculate. Together they made for a slick surface on which to slide and thrust. Full breasts bounced. Perspiration started to bead on her chest and forehead. Cheeks reddened. Breathing quickened; and that look started to form. It was the look of desire, of lust, of dominance and it was the most beautiful of facial expressions. Staring down from her position of dominance she moved with unabashed freedom, and did so with an attitude conveying her complete ownership of him.

Bobby watched as she squeezed and twisted the now scarlet colored nipples. He reached and groped them, freeing her hands to rest on his chest. The pace quickened as did her gasps. Shrieks of euphoria erupted. Faster she moved. With eyes closed and mouth open she cried out and came explosively. With arms, torso and legs contracting at once she came. Her fluids came and with it so did the tidal wave of ecstasy she sought.

"Oh God!" She called out.

Bobby watched her body shake as she convulsed on the cock buried deep within. It was an erotic sight to behold. She was so damn gorgeous. After calming she collapsed, her legs and arms suddenly becoming weak. Needing to be close; needing to feel his skin against hers; needing to feel his love for her, she clung to him while he embraced her limp body. She could feel his kisses on the top of her head and heard his whispered words, "I'll always be yours, Mistress for as long as you will have me."

She smiled, unbeknownst to him. She had indeed found a diamond for a slave; and she found him on her first try at starting a life living in which she was the Mistress of a relationship. "How lucky she was," she thought. Deb knew this was the only way she could live under the same roof with a man; the only way she could ever feel secure. There could be no other, and now there would never be another. Maybe in a few years she might have the courage to date normally and risk losing the control she now possessed but she had no desire to even think of a future with anyone else. She'd never relinquish the power she held over Bobby, not ever. And why would she? Why would any mistress for that matter? Who wouldn't want to be treated like a queen? What woman wouldn't love continual doting and admiration and attention? It's what all women craved: to be loved and adored, and she had found this love and adoration by taking on a slave. No, it wouldn't work to love him, or any other man, in any way but this way. And besides, she understood now, just how much he needed domination. She also understood just how much she needed absolute control.
"I love fucking you," she said not moving from where she lay.

"Me too. I mean, I love that you can," he corrected.

She smiled. "I'll let you cum sometime, but not today. You need to fill up those big balls of yours."

"I'm sure they are plenty full now," he said half-seriously, half smiling. "But I'll obey."

"Yea, they probably are but I want to top them off - and - I love that word, my slave. I think it's becoming one of my favorites."

"Obey," he questioned. It's one of your favorites? Now you have more than one?"

Mistress looked up, resting her chin on his chest and smiled. "Oh yes. I have lots."

"Care to share?"

"Lie down. Get up. Cook me dinner. Do your chores. Follow me," she giggled. "I could go on and on."

Bobby chuckled. "I see. But you know, those are all based around that one word; the 'obey' word."

"Mmmm," she sighed. "You're right; I guess they are. And I'm going to make sure it stays that way."

"That's fine with me. I love obeying you."

"And you always will." She pressed her hips down, making his cockhead rub against 'that spot'. She sighed pleasurably. "I want you to open me up in there," she said.

"How?"

"I'm going to do it. You just stay still." He felt her scoot down until the head of his cock pointed vertically rather than angling toward him as it had been. "I think it's right there. I'm going to see if my muscles will accept you. Just stay hard for me." Mistress remained mostly still, her elbows now resting on his torso.

Bobby could tell whatever she felt was satisfying. Her eyes opened, closed and sometimes rolled lazily around as his soft head pressed at the never-before-opened sphincter. "Enjoy me, Mistress," he encouraged.

She sighed, emitting a contented moan.

He lay patiently for five, ten maybe fifteen minutes. At no time did she ever appear to not enjoy the feeling but he sensed things were not progressing according to plan.

"It's not working," she said finally. "I can't feel anything in there that is any different than when I first started."

"I'm sorry Mistress. Maybe I'm just too big." He spoke feeling disappointed that maybe the downside of his glorious size might be she'd never ever feel the magnitude of an orgasm like Layla had described.

"It might be me, but then again, it might have nothing to do with how big you are," She said, sliding him out.

"Maybe we can try again some other time."

She heard the hopeful tone in his words. "Bobby, we will. We'll try as many times as we need until we figure it out."

"I'm glad you want to take that kind of approach. It makes me feel better."

"Why?"

"Because I think sex is fun. I like doing this. It makes me feel really close to you but it's also fun."

She kissed the soft head that contrasted so drastically with the rigid shaft that supported it. "How about I have some fun with these?" her fingers caressed the ample lemon-sized balls. "Stand and present." The question posed of course was rhetorical. The choice wasn't his to make.

No sooner had he assumed the position than did he feel both painful and pleasurable sensations attack his mind. Between his legs Mistress knelt, her mouth filled to overflowing with one of the turgid and supersensitive testicles. Sensations of warmth and wetness were quickly replaced by sparks of intense pain making it almost impossible to keep from doubling over.

Mistress looked up with eyes warning him to endure whatever discomfort he felt. With barely enough room to move, she slid her tongue around as much of the soft sphere that availed her. Retreating, she let it spring free as the testicle popped out from between her teeth and then banged painfully into its twin.

Bobby grunted and then a few seconds later felt Mistress suck the other oval ball slowly in. Her look, kneeling so sexily made his cock twitch with excitement. Her cheeks drew in and then suddenly puffed outward as the ball disappeared and filled her oral cavity. He watched the drip, drip, drip of his pre-cum slide up and out his slit and down his shaft. Some made its way into her mouth while most dribbled down her chin and traced a path between the cleavage of her breasts. Eventually it found its way down and over the puffy lips of her pussy. His thick log protruded upward and Mistress held it high to gain better access to his balls. The dark vessels of his shaft pulsed with blood. It was then that he felt the flat of her tongue trace a path from base to tip following the large vein on its underbelly. Stopping at the head he watched as drips of clear drainage gathered on her extended tongue. He saw her smile and after doing so she beamed. Mistress loved tasting his milky nectar.

"You are so beautiful," he said watching her intently.

After plunging him deep inside her mouth, her eyes never leaving his, she pulled back. His cock popped free and lacquered with her saliva. It bobbed jerkily in front of her nose. "Thank you," she said quickly and then engulfed him once again.

"Before long I want to take all of you. I am going to learn how to do it," she said when he next sprang free.

He heard the confidence in her words. It wasn't the first time and Bobby knew it wouldn't be the last. Mistress didn't take 'no' for an answer. She was a conqueror; a woman who knew what it took to succeed and he didn't doubt he'd see all eight inches of him vanish. He didn't doubt that one day he'd feel her teeth biting down on the steel rings guarding the junction of the immense shaft to his pelvis in the not too distant future.

Again and again she took him. Four inches were visible, a little over four weren't. Every time she swallowed his penis too far he heard a faint gag. Only then did she back off ever so slightly - just enough to recover and then ease the ample log back in as far as it would go.

Deb spent a long time practicing the art of deep-throating. Eventually the muscles of her jaw became painfully fatigued and she quit.

"That wasn't too bad of a workout," she said standing and wrapping both arms around her mans' neck. Rising on her tippy-toes she kissed him; first gently, then again, and then again, before giggling. "I love you!"

Bobby's face lit up with joy at her words. "And I you."

"We do make a good team, you know," she said. Her lips found his once more and Bobby's hands found her slender waist. Debra suddenly pulled away. "I didn't say you could move out of present!" her voice suddenly sharp with irritation.

"I'm sorry Mistress. I couldn't..."

"Obedience Bobby. I want your obedience even more than I want your love. I need it that bad." Her eyes softened expressing how important that concept was to her and how important it was for him to master.

"You're so easy with me I sometimes forget how important that word is to you. I only wanted to express my love by hugging you."

"Don't you realize how much more love you show me by resisting the very temptation to do what you want?" She kissed his lips softly, first on the left side of his mouth and then on the right. "Think about that. I feel so loved seeing you with your arms up there, and staying there," she added, "because I told you to keep them there. Resisting the temptation to do what you want shows me just how important I am to you. That's love Bobby and I feel so loved when you obey me. I've never felt this way before," she paused to kiss him again. "I never thought it was possible to love again until I met you. You've given me the courage to love and now all I want to do is express that same emotion to you and with you." She stopped talking and stared at him intently, her face so faultless, "but if you want me to keep giving, you need to keep obeying."

"Yes, Mistress," he said softly. "I see what you mean. I guess I hadn't thought of my actions as an act of love."

She smiled. It was one of these completely content, 'I love you' smiles. "Now kiss me and hold me." A smile graced her face. She stood looking into his sweet eyes and waited for his secure embrace. It came, wrapping her safe inside powerful arms. She smiled again and together they made out as only lovers could.

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Sep 18, 2018 in femdom

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