Learning to Serve: Possession

Scott woke up early Thursday morning, crawled between his Mistress’s legs and obsessively worked his tongue on the gorgeous pussy that he was infatuated with. Intoxicated by her scent and juices, he dutifully worked until she had three orgasms. None of them were mind blowing, but each was forceful and each one was a bit longer than the prior. After the third release, Joan eased the grip of her inner thighs on Scott’s head, placed her right foot on his left shoulder and nudged him away, dismissing her servant in a calculating manner.

“That was divine my pet; I will see you on Saturday. Make plans to stay until Monday morning as there is a special event we must celebrate. If you do have plans already, then change them. You must be here until Monday morning.”

“Mistress, I have no plans and am honored to stay the entire weekend.”

Joan smiled widely with bright eyes, nudging Scott further away from her. Scott dejectedly slid off the bed, crawled to the reading chair where he dressed. He then crawled to the sliding glass door and reluctantly exited Joan’s room. Joan laid back, ran her hands up and down her body, reveling in her good fortune to have found such a young, willing, and virile slave. As she briefly contemplated the weekend, she envisioned her slave’s further training and submission. Unfortunately, immediately there was a shower and into her business attire. She grabbed coffee and an English muffin with some grape jelly. Leaving a note for Sarah, she sauntered off to work.

“My dear Sarah, I am very excited for your birthday this weekend. I am planning a very special surprise for you on Sunday, so celebrate with friends on Saturday. Scott and I could use the alone time on Saturday anyway. Also, if you have time after work tonight and you are not too tired, then please come into my room as I would like to chat.”

Love,

Mom

When Sarah finally awoke and read her mother’s letter, she rolled her eyes and thought to herself, “What does she mean by alone time? She acts like no one is in the house when Scott is over anyway. They are so goddam loud that I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called.” But, in retrospect, they did not have alone time as Sarah was pinned to her mother’s door for a good part of the night, listening to her mother and Scott’s “relationship.”

That evening, after a long waitressing shift, Sarah lightly tapped on her mother’s door, looking down at the bottom right corner of the door frame that she was propped up against the night before. Her pussy moistening, just thinking of her mother the Mistress disciplining slave. Her mother beckoned Sarah in and with Sarah sitting on the side of her bed, Joan explained a bit about her relationship with Scott.

“My dear, Scott and I are having a wonderful time and I believe you have an indication about the uniqueness of our relationship. I saw you spying on us the other night as we entered my room and I made sure you saw him kneel and receive his leash. Scott has submitted to me and is my sex slave. He will do anything I request of him, and although he has a safe word, I do not believe he has even considered using it thus far. He is an excellent lover, who is also well skilled at oral service. Your 23rd birthday is this weekend and as part of your present, I would like to offer Scott to you for your pleasure from Sunday afternoon until Monday morning. He is unaware of why he is staying extra time, but I have instructed him to be here. He can either spend it with you or I will continue to ravish his body for an extra day.”

Sarah sat in a semi-shocked state, mouth agape, bewildered by her mother’s casual nature of sharing her lover. Conversely, the thought of being in Scott’s arms resonated deep inside Sarah’s pussy and a tingle of excitement spread throughout her body.

“No, mom, I can’t do that. Scott is your boyfriend and you guys look so good together and I do not want to interfere with any of that. I don’t want to come between you two.”

“Sarah, dear, I love you very much, but you are quite naive. Scott is my slave. I fulfill a deep seeded need for him that women your age cannot provide. Young ladies your age are more focused on a storybook relationship of love, marriage, and happily ever after. I am quite fond of Scott, but I use him to satisfy my needs and, in turn, his needs to be directed, domineered, and disciplined are fulfilled. He will do what I instruct him to do. Furthermore, men are here to serve women and can be easily manipulated by a woman who knows how to bend them to her will. If you have any interest in sampling his talents, then, again, I offer him to service you and your needs on Sunday. You do not have to do a thing. I will inform Scott when the time comes. So, what do you say?”

“Well, he has a great body and is quite handsome. And since he is a proven commodity sexually, how can I refuse? Thank you mom, it is a different present, but I am quite psyched to experience him.”

Both women were moist between the legs with Sarah’s pussy tingling at the thought of feeling Scott’s muscular body close to her and Joan basking in the feel of pushing Scott into deeper servitude to her. The two sat and chatted about a variety of topics, acting more like friends than mother/daughter. Some talk was just general gossip, some about Scott and his talents, and then the latter was direction Joan was providing Sarah on how to persuade, sway, and control men. As the conversation faded, both women drifted off to sleep in Joan’s bed, having taken another step in their ever strengthening relationship.

Meanwhile, Scott continued to process the events of Wednesday night. He had endured three separate beatings, each one more intense and painful than the other; yet, he continued to yearn for more. This woman, his lover, now his owner, master, Goddess, had drawn these desires out of Scott, the athletic, nonchalant, handsome ladies man. His greatest sexual focus was no longer on weekend conquests, but now the ever presence of Joan and his need to serve her. He wanted nothing more than to follow her direction, thus freeing him and placing him in a single mind set of servitude without questioning. Each time he sat down, the sting of his lashes only reinforced his desire to be owned. Moreover, his Mistress had directed Scott to plan to stay until Monday morning because there was something special to celebrate. This fact only heightened Scott’s anticipation and excitement. Although only two days away, Saturday seemed like an eternity.

Scott had early practice, so his team was out of the building by 10:30. He rushed home, showered, shaved, and packed a bag for the extra day stay at Joan’s. He pulled into the driveway at 22 Waverly Lane about half past noon and saw Sarah’s car and the garage door open with Joan’s car gone. Scott parked, passed through the gate to the backyard, entering Joan’s room through the sliding glass door. He immediately stripped, folding his clothes and leaving them to the left of the door, along with his bag. He crawled to the dresser and read the note.

“Pet, you are to place your collar on. There are three rings on it now. Place the chains with the nipple clamps on each side and your leash in the middle. With your slave collar around your neck, attach the clamps to your nipples. I assume you have your butt plug in place, but if you have forgotten it, there is a bigger one in the closet. (‘Thank God I wear my butt plug religiously, Scott thought, I could not go up a size right now.’) Place your new cock gag in your mouth and secure it in the back. If you are not thoroughly hard yet, jerk off until you are and then place the cock ring on my magnificent cock and slide it down to the underside of your balls. Place the blindfold on your head and then take the four sets of handcuffs and strap yourself down spread eagle to the bed. Once three appendages are secured, then pull the blindfold down. I will be along in due time to inspect you.”

Scott did as he was told and lay there in great anticipation. A heightened sense of hearing alerted him to the bedroom door opening as someone moved around the room quite stealthily. Scott heard a couple of muffled giggles as he heard who he thought to be Sarah rummaging through her mother’s closet and jewelry box. After another minute the bedroom door closed and Scott lay there not only embarrassed but increasingly turned on at the prospect of that fine young woman seeing him in such a state.

After another two hours or more, Scott was greeted by the sound of Joan’s voice. “Ah pet, there you are, dutifully following directions of your owner, you are such a good boy. I believe you deserve a reward.”

With that, Joan cuffed Scott’s left hand to the bedpost and then removed his penis gag. He felt Joan’s knees on either side of his head as she ordered “WORSHIP!” and lowered her pungent pussy down on Scott’s waiting mouth. Instantly, Scott realized he was eating more than just his owner. There was a lot of cum stored in his Mistress and he ate greedily, strangely turned on by the fact that he was cleaning another man’s cum out of his Goddess. An inordinate amount of cum was exiting her pussy and Scott was wondering just how much cum was inside of her.

“Pet, you are such a wonder at oral sex and clean up. My friend Kim had some of the girls over for a late morning rendezvous with some very willing bulls. They were excellent lovers and had many loads to share with us. Although they are not as marvelous as you, I settled for three of them leaving their seed deep inside me. I absolutely knew that you wouldn’t want to miss out on the fun, so I brought you home this present.”

A month ago, Scott would have been repulsed by such a thought, but now he licked, sucked, and swallowed all of the combined juices with the fervor of a starving man. He relished the scent of her pussy and as the mixed cum of three other men dripped out of her pussy and down his throat, his mind buzzed to a numbing height of euphoria. He groaned as he lapped at her pussy, working to bring her to an orgasm as he cleaned her. His continued focus on Joan’s pussy and pleasure prompted her to begin to buck and ride his face, grabbing his hair and forcing him closer, tighter, controlling his head as he serviced her pussy. She was crushing his nose, mashing hard into him, driving her clit on his tongue as he continued to keep pace with her movements. Finally, Joan let out a loud, UUUUUUHHHHHHGGGGGG! and exploded on Scott’s face with a fresh wave of wetness. As she slowed down, nearly collapsing, Scott continued to lap and clean Joan’s labia and inner canal, avoiding the sensitive clit for now, but relishing all that had transpired in a mere fifteen minutes.