“My dear pet, your tongue is remarkable. I could have you lick me all night long. Let’s say we get you out of these chains, and have something to eat. I am simply famished after such an already busy day. I need to fuel up and I want to make sure you have plenty of sustenance for tonight my dear. Once you are free, you may stand in my presence, take off your cock ring, put on some sweats, and a t-shirt and take a seat in the living room while I prepare some food for us. Oh, but my dear, be sure to keep your collar and nipple clamps on.”
Scott was released and followed instructions, making his way to the living room as Joan lingered behind. Trepidatiously, Scott rounded the corner to the living room as he heard the television on and dreaded seeing Sarah. Sure enough, curled up with her knees to her chest, perfect pouty lips, pony tail, and sparkling eyes, Sarah sat in the corner of the couch watching a movie on HBO.
“Hey Scott, how are you? I see you have extra adornments on your nice ‘necklace.’ It’s ironic, but I saw you at the club the other week and you did not have it on. Is it something special that you wear for my mother?”
As Scott turned crimson red, lowering his head, and staring at the ground, Joan followed behind Scott and admonished her daughter.
“Sarah, leave Scott alone. He does not deserve your constant teasing and questioning. Don’t you have more important things to worry about anyway? I thought you were going out to dinner with the ladies and then to the club for your birthday. Shouldn’t you begin getting ready?”
“Mom, it’s only four o’clock and we aren’t going to dinner until six. I have plenty of time to get ready. Why? Do you need me out of the house?” she said with an accusatory tone.
“No, my dear. Scott and I are going to have an early dinner as I have not eaten since toast and coffee this morning. I have built up a huge appetite, and am making a nice dinner for Scott because he deserves it. You are welcome to peck away at the charcuterie plate, but I believe the rigatoni and bolognese will be a little too much for you. I don’t want you to spoil your appetite.”
With that, Joan placed a plate of varied cheeses, meats, vegetables, olives and crackers on the coffee table in front of the couch. Scott hesitated, as Sarah swooped in, grabbing a little of everything and placing it on her plate. Joan looked down at Scott and smiled, appreciating his deference to first her daughter and secondly his owner. Joan then took some of the plate’s offerings as well.
“Please Scott, help yourself, as I am sure you have not eaten since breakfast; well, besides your little snack I brought you,” Joan said with a commanding sparkle in her eye and cheshire grin.
“Thank you miss…Joan, everything looks so good. I love prosciutto, olives, cheddar, and crackers. This is a very nice treat.”
“Almost as good as the treat you had earlier, my dear?”
“Almost Joan, but what you shared with me earlier was much better, thank you.”
Sarah watched the interplay between the two lovers, shaking her head in a befuddled amazement. She could only imagine what the “treat” was and as she dwelled on the myriad of possibilities, her pussy again became moist.
As the three enjoyed the spread, there was an air of relaxation that settled upon the room. Sarah continued to look back and forth between her mother and Scott, trying to resolve in her head how her mother had so thoroughly saddled this young stud. Sarah’s anticipation of tomorrow was trumping any excitement that she had of her big night out with the girls. She was going to eat well, but then to the club, where drunk, immature guys were going to ply her with lame lines in order to fuck her. The prospects were not promising, but at least she would be with her pack. More importantly, she knew that she had a lot to learn about men and certainly had a formidable teacher in her seemingly quite competent and domineering mother. If tonight was a dud with the boys at the club, then tomorrow would hopefully prove to be much better.
Joan went back into the kitchen to attend to the bolognese sauce and to prep the water for the pasta. She prepared some asparagus and garlic bread and placed both in the oven. Meanwhile, Sarah continued to split her attention between the movie and looking Scott up and down. Scott stared straight ahead at the television, petrified to even look in Sarah’s direction, avoiding the accusation of ogling (which he most certainly would be if caught looking). Sarah slid closer to Scott and leaned over him to grab the remote control from the side table “in order to adjust the volume.” Scott stared into the kitchen, meeting Joan’s gaze. Joan, for her part, smiled wryly at her promiscuous daughter’s teasings and pleased with Scott’s new found discipline and respect concerning her daughter. Sarah was certainly skilled at playing with boys, but could she learn to control them?
At five o’clock, Joan announced that dinner was ready and Sarah skipped off down the hallway to her room. Joan poured some wine and directed Scott to the kitchen table. Scott tentatively sat, nervous that he had committed an indiscretion. After placing all of the dinner’s elements on the table, Joan sat and handed Scott her plate. Scott prepared a plate of food for Joan and then served himself. Instinctively, Scott paused, waiting for his Mistress to direct him. She lifted her glass of wine and toasted Scott.
“To a slave who is learning quickly. You did not ogle my daughter and you treated both women in the room with the proper respect that we deserve, as we are the more beautiful, sensual, and dominant gender. You have done well so far today my dear pet and you will be rewarded.”
With that, the two touched glasses and fittingly, Scott waited for Joan to drink first and then he followed her. Again, the slave waited for his owner to take her first bite and then he began to devour the delicious meal in front of him. He paced himself, but still finished much quicker than his gorgeous Mistress. Scott requested a second helping and Joan granted his request with a smile of approval for both his obedience and appreciation for her food. No doubt that a man’s cock was his primary guiding force, but a satisfied stomach also resulted in a great deal of gratitude from a man. They really were easy to manipulate once a woman tuned into the signals.
When the two were done with dinner, Joan directed Scott to clear the table and run the dishwasher. Joan settled down on the couch with her glass of wine as Sarah came bounding out of her bedroom wearing a mid-thigh full circle black dress with tank straps and a square neckline. She looked absolutely stunning with minimal makeup highlighting her high cheekbones and dull red lipstick to accent her beautifully pouty cheeks.
“You look absolutely beautiful my dear,” Joan beamed. “Don’t you think she is a beautiful young woman Scott?”
Scott, wincing from the thought of the cat o nine tails, simply looked up quickly, making eye contact with Joan and muttered, “She is quite attractive. I hope you enjoy your birthday night out Sarah.”
He quickly lowered his eyes back to the dishwasher and sink, continuing his duties. Sarah and Joan looked at each other and smiled, each letting out a schoolgirl giggle. Joan instructed Scott to refill her wine and bring Sarah a glass as the two chatted until Valerie knocked on the front door. Sarah popped up from the couch and let her friend in. After pleasantries were exchanged with an awkward introduction of “cousin” Scott, the two friends left arm in arm out the door and to Valerie’s Jeep Wrangler. Valerie did not question her friend about her “cousin” and the interesting collar she saw him wearing, but tabled the discussion for another time. The two jumped in the Jeep and sped off to celebrate.
Scott finished cleaning the kitchen and entered the living room, sitting on the couch next to Joan. Joan turned to Scott, kissing him deeply with purpose.
“We are alone my pet. Your place should be naked, on your knees, next to me.”
Scott stood, peeling off his shirt and then slipping down his sweats, revealing a raging hard on at the mere suggestion of “his place.” He kneeled down next to the couch, eyes lowered, awaiting instruction. Joan lingered with her wine and then grabbed the phone from the side table and called her good friend Kim.
“Ah, Kim, I just wanted to call and thank you for a lovely brunch this morning. Those bulls you invited were marvelous and my slave simply loved cleaning up after they filled me. We really must do it again soon. In fact, Sarah is going away next month, so I may be able to host to repay the favor.”
“WORSHIP!” was the command as Joan pointed to her pussy and spread her legs to allow Scott access underneath her dress. Scott began to lap slowly from her taint to her clit as Joan carried on talking to Kim about the bulls, her boss, who Kim was fucking, and other gossip of no particular consequence. Scott continued licking long and deep, pushing his tongue as deep inside of his Owner as he could, while never stopping the lapping motion. He continued his measured pace, Joan chatting away, and Scott’s jaw beginning to ache. Upon hanging up the phone, Joan simultaneously grabbed the back of her slave’s head and pressed it firmly against her pussy. Scott instinctively began to work on her clit, licking quickly, nibbling, sucking as Joan’s crotch thrust forward and her gorgeous thighs squeezed his head. Her moans became one continuous wail as she came hard on his face, bucking violently on his tongue, squeezing his sore jaws with her thighs, milking his mouth for her pleasure. Joan emitted one final outburst, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, FUCK YEAH!, and then went limp before her obedient slave. Scott continued to very gently and slowly lap at her folds, enjoying the wetness he helped coerce from her. As he licked his owner, the surreal feeling of it all overwhelmed Scott. Here he was on a Saturday night, servicing his 45 year old owner, while her daughter, a girl he would normally pursue instantly was out clubbing. Scott, was instead nestled in front of this intoxicating woman, transfixed on her pleasure, bound by his obedience, and more content than he had ever been in his life.
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