Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 6
Author: senorlongo
I dropped Henry off near his first class at 7:50 Monday morning. He had three classes Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. In the past he would waste the time before lunch, but no longer. I had given him a full day’s worth of assignments, including specific times for him to study in the library before joining me for lunch.
He also had instructions to get assignments for Wednesday’s classes which we would, unfortunately, miss so we could drive the four-plus hours to my home. I actually planned six hours for the trip knowing how bad traffic could be around New York City before and after holidays. Henry and I had an interesting discussion in the car. “You will follow your schedule to the letter. You will be punished if you don’t. How will I learn of your failure?”
“I don’t know.”
“Simple…you will tell me. If you don’t and I somehow learn of it the punishment will be three times as bad. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I’m sorry you have to go through this for me.”
“I’m not; I’m doing this because I love you and because you need it. You’re going to be fine. We’re going to be even better. Now, go out there and kick some ass.” I stopped the car and leaned across the console to kiss my lover–my slave–then I parked, took my bike off the rack, loaded my backpack, and rode off to class on my first full day of classes as a mistress.
I finished my work early so I headed for the library to check up on Henry. I felt proud when I saw him exactly where instructed. He was startled when I kissed his head and slid into the adjacent seat. We spoke quietly for several minutes as he explained how his morning had gone.
He was surprisingly upbeat and showed me the slip of paper, my written instructions neatly in line after line–each one extending my control over my slave from the second he awoke until the second I allowed him to sleep. Everything for the day was on that scrap—wake up, drink my urine, shower and dry me, fried egg sandwiches with bacon for breakfast, 7:30-7:40-clean up the dishes and griddle, attend class, walk to the next. On and on the list went covering ever single second of Henry’s life.
Henry had checked each completed task as it was done. On one line I saw a correction; he’d arrived at the library a minute late. Why? Okay, professor kept the class late to finish a point. Tomorrow there would be another list. There’d be one for every day of his life. I debated whether to save them.
I kept Henry busy for two reasons—to improve his study habits and to increase his submission to me. The completion of every task drove him deeper and deeper into submission. With each his will disintegrated just a little bit more until it was supplanted by mine. Already he had improved so much that I was able to piss into his mouth anywhere in the apartment without spilling a drop.
The two days of classes passed in a whirlwind. Tuesday evening I set aside the clothes Henry would pack for both of us. I really was appalled at Henry’s clothes. They were mostly worn and threadbare and, based on his conversation with his mother I doubted that she’d be interested in improving it. I had taken control—it would be just another responsibility.
We were up early and out the door by eight. Traveling through rural Pennsylvania was a breeze—mostly back roads until we pulled onto I-80 eastbound. I drove for almost ninety minutes before pulling off for a pit stop. I chuckled at the thought of Henry having to sit to take a leak. His cock cage was in place and would be for a month–at least–until his training was completed. He’d made excellent progress, but I hadn’t pushed him at all yet. I’d hold back a bit until after Christmas when we’d have two full weeks together with no academic interruptions.
I knew there would be a big bottleneck when we reached the George Washington Bridge. There was always a ton of traffic there even though there were two levels—six lanes—between New Jersey and New York. We had to get through the city well before rush hour, thus the need for the early start. Traffic slowed to a crawl about a mile before the bridge. We hit it at 11:00 and were across into the Bronx by 11:30. Henry had driven through most of New Jersey, but I was driving now. I doubted that he had much experience in the heavy traffic New York City presented.
The Cross Bronx Expressway could be a bear, but today traffic was only moderate, even as we approached the Throgs Neck Bridge. I hit the ramp from the Northern Parkway to Great Neck a few minutes before 1:00 and we were in the driveway twenty-five minutes later. Henry had the suitcase as I rang the bell.
Define rich. Is a person rich if they have a million dollars?
Ten million? Fifty? Do you have to have servants to be considered rich? I didn’t know the answer to that one either. I did know that our house was worth more than a million and that my dad earned more than two million dollars each and every year defending criminals from their stupidity. I thought that made us rich even though we didn’t have a butler or a maid. Mom had a company in every week to clean the house and another to do the yard. I introduced Henry when my mother answered the door.
I led Henry to my room and was pleased to see an extra pillow, blanket, and sheet on the chair. I showed Henry where to put the clothes and went to speak with my mother. “Where’s Henry?”
“Upstairs in my room, putting the clothes away; I’ll need to check to see if anything needs ironing. He’s good at that…much better than I am.” Mom gave me a look that was pretty much what I had expected. I had decided while Henry was driving to be honest with my parents and sister. They had a right to know about our relationship. I knew they wouldn’t expose us to outsiders.
Henry came down ten minutes later so I told him to find a rake in the garage and put a dent in the back lawn. He turned without comment and went to follow my orders. “My God, Nancy…you treat him like a servant.”
“Mom, I had a choice of explanations about Henry and me, but I decided the truth was best. I know you’ll respect our confidentiality. In a single sentence—Henry is my slave.” The expression on her face was something I’d never seen before. Sitting at the table with her I carefully explained everything from the campus tour through today. “Make no mistake, Mom. I love Henry with all my heart and we’ll be together forever if I have anything to say about it, but I’m doing this primarily for him. He is a natural submissive.
He wants and needs to be controlled. He’s a very smart person, but his grades stink. He’s been drowning all semester, but over the past week I’ve turned that around by controlling him every second of the day. That chain he wears—that’s his slave collar. It’s there to remind him of my dominance and control. There are other things, but they’re personal in nature so I’m not going to describe them.
“Henry’s father died more than ten years ago and he has lived with his mother and her parents since. His grandfather isn’t really in the picture so the women have raised him. He says they’re both really strict with him and I think they’ve thrown him away. His mother didn’t want him to come home for the weekend even though they live less than an hour away. I’ll go into more detail once Daddy is home so I only have to do it once.” I kissed my mother’s cheek and walked outside to check up on Henry.
I found him busily at work raking leaves under Daddy’s favorite oak tree. “You can stop now, Henry. I only wanted to speak to my mother in privacy, but now I think I need to speak with you. I’ve decided that we need to be honest with my parents. I don’t like lying and living with lies is impossible. There are too many stories to keep track of. I plan to speak with them after dinner. You don’t have to be present.”
“I did a lot of thinking before giving myself to you, Nancy. I realized then that our relationship is nothing to be ashamed of. I need help and you’re giving it to me. I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me. How we’re going about it might be a little unusual, but so what?”
“Come here, slave. I have something you need badly right now.” Henry had that delightful confused look on his face when I grabbed his head and mashed my plump lips into his. We kissed for several minutes and my hand automatically went to his crotch. All I could feel were the stainless steel bars that encircled his beautiful organ. “This,” I whispered in his ear, “will have to wait until later.” He was in my arms a second later for yet another kiss.
My sister Lisa, a high school junior, walked in just after 3:00. She ran to me and jumped up to give me a hug. Then she backed off and noticed Henry. “Oooohhh, he’s cute, Nance. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
“Of course—this is my boyfriend, Henry. Henry—my sister Lisa.”
“H…Uh, hi.” Damn, Henry could be so cute.
“Mmmmm, I love the strong silent type.”
“That’s nice. Just remember that he’s MY strong silent type. You’re welcome to look, but don’t you dare touch. That reminds me, Henry—I need to show you something in my room.” I pulled him away and up the stairs.
Once there I closed and locked the door. “Drop ‘em, Henry. I have a feeling Lisa is going to do some ‘accidental rubbing’ of you and I don’t want you to be embarrassed. Remember…I promised I’d never embarrass you.” I removed the wrench and the gold chain from around my neck and freed Henry’s cock. I wasn’t at all surprised when it expanded and hardened. I smiled, kissed Henry’s lips briefly then bent down and kissed my favorite cock in all the world. A few minutes later Henry followed me back down to the living room. I sat in a chair; Henry sat at my feet.
Daddy came home from work at five—early for him and I handled the introductions. I asked if we could meet together for a few minutes after dinner. I was so pleased when Henry handled the bulk of the clean-up. He sat again at my feet as I began my speech. “I first met Henry at the Freshman Mixer after spending more than an hour looking for him. You see, we were in the same campus tour and I could see how shy and quiet he was. After the dance I thought that he might be submissive.”
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