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Training of a New Master

By: scdenney



To begin this story a little bit of background is in order;

When Sheryl and I got together, she was leaving a failed marriage, and understandably had some insecurity issues that she needed to deal with. She did have a magnetic, and gregarious personality, seemingly never met a stranger. That said, she had a feeling of being physically unattractive, as well as unsure of her sexual preferences.

I will begin with her awakening, then at a later time, will describe the road to get there.

These stories are based on mostly true events, even though the names of the participants have been changed to protect the guilty parties.

I was at work when I received a call from Sheryl. Her voice sounded shaky, and that bothered me.

"What's wrong?" I asked . "Is their something I need to know, or has something happened to you?"

In a still shaky voice she said, "Well, nothing is really wrong, yes, I think there is something's you need to know, and no, nothing has happened to me that wasn't already going on."

"Can you clarify that last part?"

"Not now, but I want you to sit and talk to me. Is tonight all right, I have to get this off my chest, it's tearing me up inside, and it is something that I believe will effect our future. I feel it's very important!" Then I heard her sobbing. 

"Tell me what it is, You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't now, all I can tell you is I haven't been completely honest with you, I'll tell you when you get home, I promise." Still crying, she hung up the phone.

I sat there dazed for a few minutes, then picked the phone up and tried to call her back. The ring was turned over to the answering machine. I knew she wanted wait till I was home, and did not want to talk about whatever it was till then. I left a message that we would discuss it when I got home, and I was sure that whatever it was we could deal with it.

I stuck around work for about another hour, but couldn't get my mind straight. Finally I told my assistant, Joyce, that I was leaving for the day after giving her a list of things to do in my absence.

The drive home seemed to take forever, thoughts kept popping into my head, and I couldn't concentrate on my driving. It seemed to take forever, but in reality was only a fifteen minute drive. I pulled into the drive, and was relieved to see the house still standing. I entered the front door, and Sheryl was holding her head bent over still sobbing. 

She looked up at me with puffy red eyes, and said "What are you doing home so early?"

I told her I was upset with her state of mind and concerned about her well being.

That opened the flood gates again and she jumped up saying "Oh God, stay right there, I need to pull myself together." Then she headed back to our room.

I sat down and tried to be patient. It was awhile, and I decided I might need a drink so I went in the kitchen and poured me a good stiff one. As an after thought, I got another tumbler and poured her a drink as well, then placed them on the dining room table and had a seat. I could hear her stirring around in the bedroom and the bathroom, and I heard the water running. Still perplexed, I picked up my drink, and confirmed that I had made it very strong, having trouble swallowing it but when the tequila hit my stomach I felt the warmth begin. I lit a cigarette, and took my second sip, remembering how strong it was. I hadn't swallowed it yet when she appeared, and I almost launched it in spray form. There she was, completely nude, she had tried to clean and make up her face and hair.

"What do I owe this pleasant surprise to?" 

She tried to smile, only succeeding half way. " Thought if I wasn't wearing clothes, you wouldn't throw me out of the house."

"Baby, no way! You have to know I love you, but I do like your outfit."

Her smile was a little more at ease.

"I poured you a drink", pointing to it, Let's relax and tell me what it is that has you so upset."

She took her drink, and holding it with both hands, took a healthy sample swallow, and apparently having the same reaction I had from my first sip. Then she kneeled beside me on the floor, still holding her drink. "Thanks for the drink, I think I will need it shortly." She was either staring at her drink, or the floor, but she wasn't looking up at me. I put my hand under her chin, and tilted her head up so she was looking at me. She took a deep breath, and looking at me with puppy dog eyes she began.

"As I told you on the phone, I don't think I have been completely honest with you, and it's been tearing me up. So please honey, listen to everything I need to tell you, and let me get it out before you make your decision. O.K?"

Her nipples where erect, and her face and chest rosy indicating excitement. I knew whatever she had to say, it took her a lot of courage to get to this point, so I just nodded my answer to her.

Another big breath, then she began.

"Remember last week when we were out to dinner with Steve and Mickey?"

I nodded yes.

"Well, you remember you whispered to me to go to the ladies room, remove my panties and bring them to you." She didn't wait for me to acknowledge. "When I returned and handed them to you, you took them and placed them under your napkin, sticking out, so anyone could see them on the table. Then I got mad and started an argument, stormed out and went to the car!" Again no pause for acknowledgment. "Well, I was terribly wrong. I'm sorry for the way I acted, and the embarrassment I caused you." 

At this point, her gaze returned to her drink, avoiding eye contact with me. Again I reached down and placed my hand under her chin. This time she shook her head "no", and pulled away. We both took a drink, and then she inhaled deeply, held it for a few seconds, then returned to looking at me. She leaned forward, then raised on her knees, and rested her arms on my thighs, still both hands holding her drink. I could feel her shaking, and could see it was such a deep shaking, her breast was quivering, hanging free in gravity. She started again, "What I wanted, well, I needed", she stopped and then tried again, in a quieter voice with her eyes half looking away yet looking at me as though she was focused on something behind me, "What I needed was for you to ........... for you to stop me right there from leaving, and you should have grabbed my wrist or hair, or something. Then I wished you would have," here she paused again and refocused her eyes so she was staring right in the eye. "You should have stood me up and ripped my clothes off me in front of everyone, then tell me I now had a reason to be embarrassed."

Now it was my turn, I reacted with a jerk back in my seat as though being struck between the eyes with a baseball bat. "Whhh,,,,,wha,,,,,,huh, WHAT? I don't understand."

She got up, set her drink on the table, then asked if she could have a seat. She sat on my lap, put her left arm around my neck, took two fingers on her right hand and held them to my mouth signaling me to not ask yet.

"I'll try to explain it to you. You have always tried to show a little, or lot, of me, but I have resisted you. I know you get turned on when you think I look sexy, or slutty, and I also know part of why you ask me to do things is to help me deal with my self esteem. What I don't think you know is what you want, and sooo much more, is what I want deep down, and I need. Can I make a demand of you, then I will answer any questions you have? Then I'll shut up, never demand anything from you again. Then if you think I'm disgusting , I will understand. 

I nodded my head, then held my hand out as if asking for hers in a dance.

She got up off my lap, stood in front of me, then with her right hand, she messaged her right tit, and with her left hand ran her fingers through her pussy, with very sloppy sounds, then twirled her clit till she shuddered with a mini orgasm. "Sorry 'bout that, I needed a bit more courage than the bourbon."

"No problem, not necessary to apologize for that" I said wide eyed.

She again dropped to her knees, this time when she put her arms on my legs she clasped her hands as though she was in church, looked up into my eyes purposefully and stated; 

"I don't ever want you to ask me to do any of those things, ever again." A slight pause, then she continued, "Tell me what I am to do, don't ask, tell me and do not give me the chance to refuse you. If you do this, I will do anything you tell me to do, anywhere, anytime, for the rest of our lives." Another pause, then "Oh yeah, I'm done, do you hate me?"

It took me a few minutes to reset my jaw, as it must have dropped a good foot. I stammered out "Deal".

At this she jumped up on her feet and into my lap again, only this time instead of her legs off to one side of me, she wrapped them around me and the back of the chair. Arms entwined in each other, she gave my face a good tongue bath, and stated "God I love you." "What's my first order?"

"First order is, never, ever again wait to tell me your feelings so you make yourself sick!"

She smiled with little tears rolling down her cheeks. "Deal."

"Next order, I want you to make amends for dinner last week."

She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye, a wicked sly smile and said; "I think I can do that, I have had this apology idea floating around in my head, wanna hear it and see if you think it's worthy?"

"This sounds to be a little evil. Tell me what you planned."

"Well, since I ruined Steve and Mickey's evening also, I thought I could invite them over and apologize to them over a pizza dinner. ( Sorry, I was so nervous today I forgot to take out something for dinner.)"

"Sounds appropriate so far. Anything else?"

Her face reddened and then, "After I call and invite them, and they accept, I tell them I want to apologize for my behavior, and warn them they will see a completely new me."

"I like the idea so far."

"And, I'm so proud of this, I figured after I called and invited them, before I had time to call and cancel, you would TELL me that I needed to freshen up my make-up, but I was to leave on my current outfit!"

"Make the call!" I was also proud of her idea, but figured the right time to tell her would be later.

Sheryl made the call, talked to Mickey for a few minutes. She said she wasn't sure Steve would want to come over tonight, as Monday night football was about an hour away. Disappointed, Sheryl looked at me, as if asking what to do.

"Do what you have to do, but make it happen!"

Sheryl told Mickey she needed her help, then let her in on a bit of her plan. Mickey questioned her further and Sheryl told her, "Steve won't be disappointed, as I have been instructed to wear something a little more revealing than just removing my panties under my skirt." 

I guess Mickey repeated "Instructed"?

"Yes, instructed, I told you there is a new me."

They talked a bit more without Sheryl divulging any more about the plans. Mickey said she would convince Steve, even if she had to drag him by the shirt collar. Besides, she was curios as to who this "New Sheryl"!

The "New Sheryl" told her that Her Steve (my name also), would appreciate it.

Sheryl came over to me and said "They will be here by kick-off, was that O.K. with me?"

"Sure, I'm sure this will be a game, (pun intended), Steve will not forget."

At this point, Sheryl told me how nervous she was, and wanted to know if she should order the pizza.

"Let's wait on the pizza, I know your watching the ticks on the clock, but we'll order after Steve and Mickey get here. In the meantime, get a beach towel and put it in front of my recliner on the floor."

As she was doing what I told her to do, I adjusted the set for the upcoming MNF NFL game. This was a rather important game, as it was between the Raiders, Steve's team, and the Chargers, My team. We are not normally permitted within arms reach of each other when this match-up happens twice each year. (Steve is a poor looser, I'll let you decide which Steve.)

Sheryl returned, and spread the towel as instructed in front of me.

As though a light came on (AKA Ford has a better Idea), Sheryl cocked her head slightly to the side, and stated "As you instructed sir".

"Let's see if we can take your mind off your 'stage fright'." Her eyes widened. Go get me your largest stocking stuffer you received last Christmas."

She turned a little red, but turned and headed for the bedroom without question. I had to laugh under my breath, when she turned the corner, it seemed her knees were a bit wobbly, but she continued and returned with the little box I had given her.

I told her to open the box, and show me. 

She did as instructed, held them out when I asked her what they where.

She said "Remote control vibrating eggs SIR" as though she was a military recruit. 

I ignored her humor and asked "have you used them yet?"

her face turned crimson. She bit her lower lip, dropped her head, and shook her head yes.

"What was that you didn't say."

"Yes, I have used them, how did you know?

"I know what you smell like!"

"Why" I asked.

Again, head down, "You asked, you didn't tell me."

"Fair enough."

I reached forward and took the "eggs" from the box, and asked her if she had the remote.

"Yes", as she produced it open palm to me.

"Step forward".

She complied, spreading her legs without my request depriving me of another "Command". (This control stuff was going to take more from me than I ever thought.)

"Did you clean these after the last time you used them?"

"Well, um yes, I believe I did, can you still detect my repugnant scent on them?"

I raised them to my nose, smelled, then tasted. "Repugnant? Did I ever say that? But yes, I could identify that sweet smell from a thousand different pussies. These have been in the sweetest tasting one I know!"

She smiled and thrust her pelvis forward, still trying to "Stay in her position". God, she was good. I knew, she was going to be an excellent teacher, instructing me how to control her.

I took the eggs, and said, "Never can be too careful about sanitation, a 80 proof bath should do the trick. Holding them by the little antenna wire I dunked them up and down in her bourbon. Then I reached forward, spread and lubricated my fingers from her secretions and inserted the eggs. "How does that feel?"

"mmmmmm, well, I can think of something I'd rather have there, but still kinda delicious."

Half chuckling, "That's a way off in the future, you still have appologies to get through!"

"Yes sir, sorry to be so presumptious."

"Accepted. Now present the remote again."

She did as instructed, trying to hand it to me.

"Show me and describe how each control works. Remember, Steve and Mickey will be here shortly, you don't want me screwing up the remote while the "Game" is on."

She shot me a glance but recovered quickly.

"O.K., This top button activates the power, she pressed it, and the eggs vibrated momentarily producing a little shudder. She composed then told me, "the larger button, this one," showing me, "begins a slow vibration." She pressed it, and returned to the little shudder. Press it again and it increases the vibration and intensity and (pausing, red faced), my intensity. Press it the third time, well it goes fucking insane inside of me. At that point I have to pull the antenna to get it out of me it's so intense."

"HHmmmmm, guess we will have to work on that one huh?"

"Whatever you demand Sir."

"Give me the remote."

She complied.

"So this one starts the vibrations?"

"Uh huh"

"Press it again (I did),and it increases your pleasure"

"OOOHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDD, yes!"

At that time there was a knock on the door.

Ignoring the knock I hit the button again. I knew she heard the knock, but needed her to release, so I watched her. She started weaving back and forth, then her eyes rolled back in the sockets, she showed wonderfull restraint, she clenched her fists next to her hips, then started bucking.

At this point, I regret previously informing you, Sheryl is a rarity in the wonderful world of females. She is blessed as being a "Squirter, a talent she has yet to come to grips with, but I take as the ultimate compliment from a female. Thus the reason for the towel.

Her orgasm was to say incredible. She did "overshoot" the runway a bit, but incredible none the less.

I shut the power off from the eggs as I steadied her, told her "We have company", and assisted her to the door.

She stood behind the door, tried to freshen up as well as she could, straightened up and put on that infectious smile nobody can resist. She "asked" me to sit, she had it under control, then opened the door.

Steve and Mickey looked like old time vaudevillian actors, wide eyed and understandably shocked.

There was an understandable pause in salutations, broken by Mickey, as Sheryl was bent at the waist gesturing for them to enter.

"Oh my god girl, when you said the "New You", I had no Idea.

She was already in the house and handing her coat to Sheryl to hang, when we all looked at Steve who was still open mouth standing on the porch. Mickey, regaining her composure a bit, yelled at him, "For lords sake, get your butt in here. You act like you've never seen a beautiful woman before.

The following lines hit me as comical, and we all were rolling on the ground, but I will try to remember as closely as I can how he put it.

"Well, ummmm, huh, uh yeah, I think so, uhhhhhh, Raiders against the Chargers, game here, big screen, did we take a wrong turn, nobody touch me, I've gone to heaven and don't want no damn reincarnation.

We had about 10 minutes till the game started, which left some time for explanations. 

Mickey asked immediately, "What gives?"

I nodded to Sheryl so she told her this was the "New and improved Sheryl", and she hoped they could get used to it because it was here to stay."

Mickey stated, "No problem it's about time Steve put you in your place."

I had to interrupt here; "Actually, she put me in my place, and I think with a little, (O.K. allot) of her repressed feelings she had the courage to present to me today how she really felt, and what she wants from me. We have leaped over a huge hurdle today, and because we both value your friendship, hope you won't judge us, but support us.

Another slight pause, then Mickey was about to say something, but Steve jumped the gun. "Judge, I'll accept support if this works for you, but I, and I don't think we, would ever judge you..We have been married for 5 years, together for 9 years this February, and I am totally jealous right now of how much you 2 have progressed in just two years of being together."

I don't think I ever heard Steve put together a thought that long before, and I have known him and Mickey longer than I've known Sheryl. 

Everyone was quiet, I looked around the room and I thought I saw Mickey's eyes swelling, Sheryl noticed it to. Sheryl put her arm over Mickey's shoulder in a female sort of understanding.

The game was about to start and Steve feigned losing his train of thought. We faked watching the game, when Mickey half yelled at Steve asking him if he wanted a beer. Without looking, "Yeah Babe" never taking his eyes from the tube.

Realizing my shortcomings in being a host, I got up and made a drink for Mickey. Handing it to her, Sheryl had her arm over her shoulder, and said they would return in a bit. I returned to the game and as the opening kickoff began, Steve stated (confidentially) that he didn't know what she really wanted. I thought for awhile, well at least as long as Antonio Gates returned the kick off for a 63 yard return, then after I completed my assistance which resembled Big Bird from Sesame Street, I told him what worked for me was to "Listen" to what she had to tell him. Then I told him, you know, ladies don't always talk with their mouths, sometimes they expect you to pick up the clues from their actions.


Training of a New Master Ch. 02



After Sheryl's coming out yesterday, Steve and Mickey spent the night in our spare bedroom. When Sheryl and I had retreated to our bedroom we chuckled as Mickey had told Steve to grab the eggs. The rest of the night, we heard a lot of moaning, and low talking. After being rewarded for her actions, or better, my rewards, we drifted off to sleep holding each other.

We woke up together, had another nice round of lovemaking, while discussing how well things had progressed. Sheryl told me I might be sorry for allowing her to realize so many of her fantasies. I told her that I could never be sorry, I was just fortunate to have such a sexy gal. Then I slapped her ass and told her to start some coffee. She jumped up out of bed, "Yes Sir" and snapped a salute.

She was just turning on the coffee maker when I came into the kitchen. "Ummmmm, love the aroma of fresh coffee, now if only I had my paper to enjoy with that first cup."

She turned and looked at me, "I can't go out like this." And took off for the bedroom.

I was about to stop her when I thought better of it.

She was gone for a minute or two, when she re-emerged. "My make-up was all smudged and my hair was a mess." As she was heading for the door Steve and Mickey where entering the kitchen in time to watch her walk out the front door naked.

Mickey was still nude also, and commented "God she's got guts."

"You did pretty good yourself last night." I commented.

Steve concurred she was wonderful, but stated he was a bit unsure of how he was going to control her. Then he said "Where's Sheryl?"

She should have had the paper and been back by now. I began to go check on her when Steve held up his hand. 

"Mickey, go make sure your girlfriend is allright." She smiled, and headed for the front door.

"I think your learning Steve, it's going to take me awhile also."

At that point, Mickey returned, wide eyed, and said "Come here guys, you won't believe this." 

Steve and I got up and followed Mickey out the front door. (We had boxers on)

There Sheryl was, standing next to the hedge that separates our driveway from our neighbors, talking to Stan, our neighbor. She was just chatting away as though she was out in her terrycloth full length robe in front of a hedge that didn't even come up to her knees.

When we turned into the drive, Stan spotted us, seeing Mickey, his smile got even bigger as if that was possible, and said "I gotta get an invite to you guys parties."

We all got a chuckle out of that, then Sheryl said, "well, I just came out to get Steve's paper so he can read it while we have our morning coffee." She waved by and went to the middle of the drive and bent to pick up the paper, Mickey was behind her. Making sure Stan had ample time to take it all in, She turned and told Stan to stop by if he wanted a cup also. Then they headed for the door, Steve and I followed.

Stan yelled at us "Is she serious?"

"Guess you better find out. She would probably be insulted if you didn't."

"Well great, let me put the hose away and we'll be over in about five."

Steve and I looked at each other, "We'll be over?" we said in unison. I told Steve not to mention anything, and he nodded in agreement.

The girls had just finished pouring our coffee and Mickey volunteered to pop in a quick coffee cake. While they were getting the stuff out for that there was a knock at the front door.

"Come in" I yelled. Steve and I smiled at each other as we heard the door open and Stan announced "Were here for that cup of coffee."

Sheryl looked at Mickey as in walked Stan with his Wife Mary.

"Oh my Gaaawed Stan, I thought you were lying to me."

Sheryl recovered quickly, "Sit down, I'll pour you guys a cup, we're just putting in a coffee cake, it'll be ready in about 20 minutes."

She poured them a cup, refreshed everyone else's, then started another pot before she and Mickey sat down.

"So what's this all about?" Mary asked.

"Can I tell her?" Sheryl was bouncing in her seat like a kid asking to open their Christmas present.

"Go ahead."

"Remember that girl talk you and I had the other day?"

Mary nodded her head as she sipped her coffee.

"Well, I got up the courage to present it to Steve when he got home from work yesterday, and well, so far, it's Unfucking believable."

"Well, that's just wonderful. Steve, this is going to be trying on you, there's a lot of responsibility on your part."

"I know, I think my biggest challenge will be pulling in the reins on her."

"I think your right, but I think I can help you out there. I know this great little shop that has just that."

Now it was our turn to be shocked. We all sat there pie-eyed except I noticed Sheryl wasn't so startled.

Mary laughed now. "Haven't you ever wondered when we have those parties and we ask you if some of our guests can park in your driveway?"

"I never really gave it any thought."

"Well, let's just say you are living in the right neighborhood, you will have all the help you'll need."

Mickey looked at her Steve. "That's it, you're buying me a house here!"

we all laughed and Steve responded, "Hey thought I was suppose to be giving the orders."

That brought another round of laughs and Mary said "Doesn't exactly work that way Steve. Isn't that right Sir?" as she looked at Stan.

"That's right slut, I'm sure the guys will do fine, and we will be there if there are any questions. I would suggest, I have some videos you might want to watch when you get a chance."
"Thanks, we'd appreciate that."

At that time, the timer went off, and Sheryl went to check on the Coffee Cake. As she was setting it on the bread board she looked over her shoulder and asked, "So what is on the schedule for today Master?"

"Well, I was planning on taking out the motorcycle for a ride, but Mary's suggestion of that shop has me thinking about visiting that."

The other girls had gotten up and were helping Sheryl serve the cake and Sheryl said, "Can't we combine the two? You know how soggy I get when we go for a ride."

"Sure, guess we could do that. Mary, could you give me the address for that store?"

"We can do better than that, Stan wanted to take out the old Limo for a spin today, we could show you where it is."

"Great, Then it's settled."

"Wait a minute, what about us?" asked Steve.

"Plenty of room in the Limo for you and Mickey".

So it was decided. We finished our cake and coffee, and agreed on a hour before we took off.

Let me take a few minutes to clear up some things to paint a clearer picture. First, our house is at the end of a cul-de-sac, only one way in and out. It is situated on the lot where when you drive into the driveway, you don't see the house, just a 2 ½ car garage. You go through a gate and our front door is actually on the side of the house with huge yard there. (Well, huge by most urban standards.)

Second item is Stan's Limo. It's an old Packard, one of those where the passengers set in the back, completely separated from the driver. It has been slightly modified, for use in holiday parades. The top over the Drivers compartment is removable, and is usually never installed, and the top for the rear compartment is also removable, but most of the time left on because it looks very elegant that way. It has no practical purpose except for those parades where he does get many requests for, and probably gets about 12 gallons to the mile in fuel. (Just kidding about that last part, but I imagine it swallows up gas quickly.) Stan restored it mostly by himself, and it's his pride and joy.

Back to the story;

Sheryl asked me what I wanted her to wear. Mickey was going to have to rummage through Sheryl's stuff and I figured it was going to take awhile as Sheryl is a little bigger than Mickey. I suggested she ask Mary.

"Good idea!" She took off grabbing Mickey by the hand dragging her along. Out the door, both still without a stitch on. They almost ran Steve over as he was coming in bringing some stuff they had in their car.

"Where they off to?" He asked.

"Get Fashion tips from Mary. This should be interesting, how do you think they will dress, ride on a bike for one, in a Limo for the other?"

Steve just shrugged his shoulders. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

I had already thrown on some clothes and so had Steve. We were about to head into the back door of the garage to ready the bike when the girls returned. They still weren't dressed, although Mickey was now as smooth as Sheryl down south.

"What gives?" Steve asked.

"Your team doesn't deserve free advertising!"

"She's got you There." I kidded Steve. "You two better get a move on, were about ready to go."

"Yes Master's" was returned, "We'll be out in a shake of a tittie."

Steve and I went into the garage, and he helped me raise the antenna's and hook up the helmets for the intercom.

As we finished Sheryl yelled out to me, "Got your key's"

"Yes, we're all ready here. Go ahead and lock the house." I Pushed the remote on my key ring for the garage door and started the bike to let it warm up a bit. As the door was going up the girls came through the back door, and Sheryl was locking the back door. I didn't know where to look first, so I'll describe the scene as I saw it.

Sheryl had on a lavender cotton top, that had a deep vee designed for showing off when you wear one of those push-up bra's. Some years back, she had taken the scissors to it for modification. The lower half was cut off, and the deep vee was cut down to about an inch or two from the bottom hem. It had been washed in hot water about 100 times to many, so it was very thin, and very tight. Her tits reverberated visibly with every move. The lower hem was originally cut off so it covered the bottom of her tits, but because there wasn't a actual hem, the material rolled up. Now it just barely covered the bottom of her nipples. To finish her outfit, she wore a lavender thong that covered her pussy but left a great looking camel toe, and a pair of flat sandals that strapped around her ankles.

Mickey had borrowed white silk teddy that on her being a bit smaller than Sheryl, the top didn't quite cover her tits all the time. It came down and stopped at the top of her pussy leaving it completely exposed. To complete her outfit she had on a pair of white strap high heels.

Mary had pulled the car in front of the driveway and had gotten out and was waiting with the passenger door open holding it there. She was wearing (From top to bottom), a leather hat like a chauffeur, a leather corset that did not have cups for her tits (another revelation, I didn't know she was pierced, and looks like she had a boob job also), the corset appeared to be painfully tight and ended in a vee about 3 inches above her pussy. It had four or five straps on each side that held up a pair of boots that almost reached her crotch. They too were high heals.

Steve and Mickey went to get in the car, Mary holding the door for Steve, and nodded for Mickey to get up front with her. Sheryl got on the bike and I put on my helmet and got on In front of her. Testing the intercom, Sheryl said, "I should have brought a towel, you can't believe how wet I'm getting."

"Just don't get so wet you slide off the seat." (Impossible, her arm rest wrap around and then she lowers another arm that has her radio/CB controls, and my backrest pretty much completes enclosing her.)

She giggled at the thought of it. As we began to pull out, Mary held up a microphone and shouted channel 17. I turned the CB on and began to follow them down our block. I called them and asked Mary how far this shop was, and she replied, "Well, the short way is only about 30 miles or so. Only problem is we have to go through toll-booth. The drive around is about 100 or so but it is scenic."

I asked Sheryl on the intercom which she preferred?

"I'd kinda like to get there quickly, I'm excited to see this store if you wouldn't mind Sir."

I called Mary and said "I'd like to get over there the short way, and maybe we'll take the scenic route on the way back, I'll treat for dinner if you all agree."

After a short pause, I could see them discussing over the Limo's intercom, Stan answered "We all agree with your decision."

"Lead on and we shall follow."

By now we were just getting on the freeway, and we were going at a comfortable pace, right at the speed limit. As I watched you could see Mickey's hair blowing around so I called up and forwarded to Steve, "it looks as though your gonna have to get Mickey a cap also."

I saw Stan hand the mic to Steve and he responded "Why, I'm real comfy."

We saw Mickey's head snap around and laughed.

Traffic was fairly light. A few cars passed us, and we passed a few. There were stares, but I honestly think they were awed over the Limo and hadn't realized the occupants.

We were pulling up to the toll booth, Sheryl handed me the money over my shoulder, but I told her to pay so she could put the change back in the pouch we keep for such situations. After they pulled through, they slowed waiting for us. The booth operator, a girl, was still looking at the Limo when she said "You should see inside that car" as she turned to us. "Well, guess you guys already know." As she handed Sheryl the change. "It is a beautiful day for you ladies to get some sun. Wish I was with you instead of stuck here."

"I'm sure there's some room in the back seat. Want me to call them and let you in?"

She laughed, "You all have a great day, you sure made mine."

We waved and we were off. From this point, the highway turns into mostly a two lane highway with a few passing lanes. The speed limit is lower, and it meanders through the Delta crossing over back and forth several rivers and sloughs. We passed threw a few townships which are no more than a slowing in the speed limit, then back up to speed. We were Just coming up to the next major highway and got on that, when Mary took the first offramp from there. We drove past a mall full of those outlet stores, and she turned down a road heading for an area that looked like a mix of commercial buildings with a few retail shops here and there. Mary wheeled the car down this long alleyway, then turned between what looked like two buildings. It opened up into a large courtyard surrounded by all these red brick buildings. At the end, it was kinda like a circular drive, and there was a canopy that extended out which Mary pulled in front of. Sitting around in little garden areas, people were sitting at tables that had been set up for that. It reminded me of the garden in New Orleans at Patrick Henry's.

A guy came out the door at the other end of the canopy and opened the rear door of the Limo. Steve and Stan got out and he shut the door, then he repeated for Mickey. Then he walked around the front and helped Mary out. This guy was wearing a cap like Mary, and what I can't even call a thong. It had a string that went around his waist, and a very little sock, for lack of a better description, that his cock was in, but you could see his ample nuts where in the open, except seemed to have a strap around the base of his nut sack.

He held Mary's elbow and walked her around the car and presented her to Steve, Stan and Mickey. While they waited, he ran around and signaled me to pull into a small parking area off the side. While I was shutting down the bike, he came over and assisted Sheryl and I with our helmets. "Sir, if you don't mind, I'll take these in and check them till you're ready for them again."
"Thank you, I would appreciate that." As I was getting off he was trying to assist me, an awkward moment, then he helped Sheryl get off the bike. Still holding her elbow he began to lead her and asked me, "This way Sir if you would." As he led us to the rest of our group. This entire time, his eyes were looking down, never looking at us in the eyes.

"My name is Duncan, if I can be of any further assistance, please don't hesitate."

"That should be all." Stan said.

He turned to go retrieve our helmets and park the Limo. Sheryl was tugging on me, trying to get my attention. I turned to her and asked "What?"

Looking down at herself, "Ummmmm, I kinda warned you, I kinda squirted." She said this so only I could hear her.

"Speak up, we have no secrets here."

Her face turned red. Louder this time she said, "I was kinda leaking the whole time on the drive, and I thought I could control it, but when Duncan came around the car to let Mary out I went off, Then when he helped me off the bike, I did it again." Looking up at me with those puppy dog eyes she said almost apologetically, "Honest Sir, I didn't do anything, it just happened."

I was about to tell her she did nothing wrong, but Mary and Mickey surrounded like body guards, half consoling her, half telling her she had to let them know how to do it.

In the middle of this, Duncan was returning with the helmets, and had heard enough to figure out what happened. "Excuse me ma'am, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, But may I be of assistance?"

Still red-faced she said "Well, could you show me where I can throw these away at?" as Mary and Mickey were helping her remove the thong.

"I'll take them for you." He took the thong and said "If you wish, I'll return in a flash with a fresh towel."

Mary said "Thank you Duncan, that would be wonderful."

He was right about being back in a flash. He had brought out some towelets and a very soft looking towel. Without hesitating he turned towards me, again without eye contact, "May I Sir?"

"Yes, please do."

Sheryl turned beet red now, and he knelt in front of her, as soon as he touched her thigh she shot off again. I had to grab her arm and steady her, and Mickey on the other side stated "Thar she blows, again."

Duncan who took a couple of shots in the kisser, (I think this was partially his fault, cause he tilted his head up to catch it). "Thank you ma'am, that was exquisite." Appearing non flustered, he continued cleaning her up, delicately wiping in her folds to ensure he cleaned her completely. Then he took the soft towel and patted her dry.

"Careful there big guy, ya just got me cleaned up."

"Yes ma'am."

Sheryl asked if she could borrow the towel for a minute.

"I apologize ma'am, did I miss somewhere?"

"Uh no, you were very thorough, I wanted to wipe the seat of the motorcycle off."

"I'll do that ma'am. I have also taken the liberty of having one of the lowly slut's to set a garden table for your party. I'm sure you could all do with some refreshments." He signaled to a table on the other side of a 3 foot hedge from the motorcycle.

We walked through an opening in the hedge, and kneeling by the table was a older lady, she was bowing her head, wearing what appeared to be a buccaneers dress, except it was so short her ass was completely exposed, and her ample tits supported, but completely exposed. As we sat down, she said "May I?"

"Yes Rosie, nice to see you again." Stan said.

As she rose from her kneeling position, "Thank you Sir. May I get you some refreshments?"

Stan placed our order, surprising me with his knowledge of our drinks.

Rosie excused herself to get our order.

As this was going on, Duncan was at the motorcycle, expecting him to clean the seat off. Instead of using the towel, he proceeded to lick the seat from one end to the other. Then he used the towel and polished the seat and a good portion of the bike.

Our drinks were brought, and a platter of bakery goods. Rosie asked if that would be all, Stan told her it would. She stepped a few paces back, and very gracefully knelt again awaiting any further orders.

I looked at Stan wide eyed. Duncan was about through, and he appeared at the opening in the hedge. "May I enter?"

Pulled through the string holding his sock, was Sheryl's thong.

Standing slightly behind Sheryl, and off to her side, "Ma'am, I don't want to disobey but I would feel sick if I threw your thong out. If I may, I can offer to launder it while you complete your visit, or I could give it a good home, to which it will never be laundered."




Training of a New Master Ch. 02



Sheryl was tongue tied (Very rare), so I answered for her. "She would be honored if you kept them."

"Oh, thank you Sir." He knelt and on his Knees bent forward and kissed Sheryl's foot.

"That will be all Duncan" Stan said.

He got up and excused himself.

Sheryl was trembling again. I placed my hand on her thigh and asked if she was allright.

"I'm trying to hold off, give me a moment. Hey can we get one of those Duncan's?"

Mickey chirped up, "I want one too."

We all had a chuckle over this.

"On a serious note, Stan, what is this going to run us, I've never seen anything like this. Those servants must be paid exceptionally well to provide such individual service."

Stan and Mary kinda smirked. "You're right about them being well paid. Take Duncan for example; He is the CEO of a major banking conglomerate. And yes, he contributes quite generously to come here and relieve those corporate pressures doing as you have witnessed here." "This is a private association, and we all volunteer time doing what ever we think will make it special for us. Mary loves to come out and she does the winch slut service for those who are above her stature.

We looked at Mary wide eyed.

"I'm a dual personality here as well as at some other functions. Stan is my Master, I am his slut slave. But I am Also a Mistress to some of the lowly ones. I'm just like Rosie there."

"Guess we have a lot to learn." Sheryl stated.

"In due time Sheryl, You guys can participate as much or as little as you want. Everyone here has different requirements. It's not like there are rules set in concrete. The only rule I can think of off the top of my head is nobody is tolerated who becomes judgmental."

"Interesting." I said.

"On a lighter note, I believe we have some shopping to do, then Steve promised us a dinner on the way home. So shall we get started?"

We got up and headed towards the door that Duncan had disappeared through. Of course There he was to open the door for us with a bow, Sheryl's old thong still hanging from his string. Stan and Mary led us down a long corridor, with a lot of doors on the sides. Hanging from some of them were leather plaques, Master so and so, or Mistress so and so. Anticipating our curiosity, Stan said; "I'll explain later, after you guys review some of those videos I told you about."

The hall opened up into a large Ballroom. We walked off to one side, into another large room. This was huge, and there were all types of outfits seemingly grouped together by interest groups.

"First things first." Mary stated, she grabbed Mickey's hand and we followed. She went to a display, where she began putting caps on Mickey's head till she was satisfied with the fit. She took it off, the threw it to Steve. "You're buying her that! Lesson number one, your slaves needs and comfort, come before your own. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress." Steve replied.

"That being done, please browse around, I'm kinda an expert with everything here, if you have any questions, ask me." With her backhand to her mouth acting like she was not suppose to let Stan hear she continued "Don't ask Master Stan, he has ZERO fashion sense."

"I heard that!"

"Sorry Sir."

He gave her a playful slap on the ass. As she scooted forward, "Careful there unless you mean it."

"I have a question Mistress, do they have anything appropriate for me to wear on the Motorcycle?" Sheryl asked.

"Of course, a VERY popular theme. There's several racks over in that side of the room."

We left and walked over to where she had indicated. The selection of garments was incredible. I've never seen a better selection even in those trendy Bike shops.

Sheryl's eyes sparkled, and again with that kid at Christmas morning look. "Can I?"

How could I refuse. "Sure, but don't go getting too crazy."

"Oh goody" clapping her hands and jumping up and down. "One more request Master?" This was said kinda sticky sweet.

"Out with it slut, what now?" She was holding her hands down in front of her pussy, fingers entwined, and rocking back and forth like a little school girl.

"Could you ask Mickey if she could give me a hand when she gets a chance? Then could you and Steve find something to do? I want to surprise you." As she was saying this she stripped her top off, took her sandals off and handed them to me. "And ask Duncan if he would put these in the trunk of the bike? I won't be needing them."

As the old Candid Camera Movies said, "What do you say to a naked lady?"

"All right, but you're pressing your luck with all these requests. Be quick about it, we still have plans."

"One more thing?"

"What?"

She dropped to her knees, undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees and starting to give me head right there. When she had succeeded in getting me hard, She stopped and pulled my pants up. "Just wanted you to think of me, I promise, whatever you spend on this cunt, (she hates that word), I will make you proud." Then she swatted me on the butt, and I turned to go look for Mickey. 

As I was walking around looking for her I was thinking to myself, this was going to be expensive. I finally found Mickey and Steve. The latter was holding a selection of clothes they had picked out, of course topping the pile was the drivers cap. I passed the message, and she was excited. She too did the little girl clap hands while jumping up and down. "Oh goody, more shopping. This Mean Master, looking at Steve, said I had enough, I'll help Sheryl. This will be fun. Looking at the sandals and top, "Oh, did she already find something?"

"I don't think so, she just handed me these and said to get you."

"She's walking around here NUDE????"

"Yup."

"That Bee-otch" Then she was mumbling I think to herself, "Always trying to outdo me." As she is saying this she pulled her clothes off and turned to find Sheryl throwing her clothes to Steve.

"Hold on there missy." She turned, looked at Steve. He pointed out I was carrying Sheryl's sandals. She unfastened her shoes, handed them to Steve, turned to leave, then stopped, turned around and asked, "May I Master?"

"Go on, it's the only way I'll get you to stop breaking the bank."

"Thank you Sir." And she turned in search of her cohort.

After she had left, "Maybe she's not breaking your bank, but mine is in serious jeprody.

Steve said, "Actually, I looked at the marked prices, this stuff isn't that bad. I've seen some of these things elsewhere, and they were a lot pricey-er."

Steve and I went to find Duncan, stopping at the first thing that looked like a check out. There was a Lady there. I asked her how we handled for the payment for what the gals picked out. She handed us both 2 business cards, and said to put our address and phone numbers on one, and keep the others. "Are you two going to go have a drink in the garden? She asked.

"Yeah, guess your used to this." I told her.

"Yes, I'm sure you both will be pleasantly surprised leaving your property in my charge."

Steve Put his pile of clothes on the counter and said, "Your talking about the naked sluts walking around, Right?"

"Of course, we will have all this, and your property delivered to you in the garden shortly." Then she whooshed us away with a gesture of her hands.

We walked down the hall towards the door and Duncan saw us. When we got to the door he opened it and I asked him if he could put Sheryl's items in the trunk on the bike.

"I'd be honored Sir." I gave him the keys and told him we were going to have a drink in the Garden.

"Rosie is waiting for you Sir. Anything else?"

"I don't think so Duncan, you've been great."

"You are too kind Sir. Thank you."

Sure enough, Rosie was still there. We sat at the same table, and Rosie went through the same routine. "May I?"

"Yes"

She got up off her knees, trying to hide the discomfort she must have felt in her knees, and took our order. (Well, actually she remembered what we drank, so she confirmed the order). After excusing herself she scampered off. For an older Lady, she had a really great ass. Steve noticed too.

Steve and I chatted while we filled out the cards as we were instructed. About the time we finished, Stan and Mary showed up.

"Did you find everything allright?" Stan asked.

"What we didn't find, the girls will."

He laughed as did Mary. She said "Yes, we just ran into them, they shouldn't be much longer. Mistress Melinda is putting some final touches on the adjustments now."

Rosie had returned with our drinks, and placed them in front of Steve and I. Stan took the cards and asked Rosie "Would you drop these off with Mistress Melinda?"

"Yes sir, and may I return with a refreshment for you and Mistress Mary?"

"That would be nice Rosie, and also for the other ladies."

Again, off she went on her errands.

We chatted awhile and Rosie returned. She placed the drinks down in the proper seating arrangement, then asked "The Ladies wish to make an appearance?"

Mary said "Fetch them please."

Rosie signaled to the door, and the girls had Duncan sandwiched between them, he was holding each of their arms making a grand entrance. He walked them over, and said "May I present Lady Mickey, and Lady Sheryl." Taking their fingers of their recpective hand, he led them to the table. He was also sprouting a lot of wood in his sock, but still had Sheryl's thong hanging on his side.

Behind him was Mistress Melinda making her debut. She immediately took charge and Helped Mickey up onto a park type bench. She produced a riding whip, and used it to signal Mickey to spread her legs slightly. Without interruption she began;

"We will start at the top, a nice leather cap for the lady's comfort while traveling." At this she glared at Steve, he kind of shrunk in his seat. "Next, a lovely silk ribbon choker with very detailed cameo to draw attention to her breasts if she gets pulled over by the police, That followed by a cinched up leather corset with removable cups, which she has properly decided to leave off at this time, and this is adjustable by you Master Steve, turn around dear" as she patted Mickey's ass with the crop, "as you see here, but mind you Master Steve, if too tight, which I'm sure she will deserve at times, you will need to loosen it every hour or so," again patting her ass, Mickey turned, facing us again. This comes with a detachable G-string, which she has also opted to leave off," Holding the next to nothing item up, "And you will notice the pockets inside for holding her attachments in place when required." She held up a substantial dildo and butt plug. She walked over to Steve and placed the G-string and its attachments on the table. "Next she has chosen the four garter setup to keep her thigh high stiletto boots in place. That completes this ensemble. Master Steve, have we done justice for you, are you willing to be seen with this slut?

"Absolutely, thank you Mistress Melinda."

Without acknowledging she patted Mickey's ass and told her to sit next to, but slightly behind her Master, and keep her knees at the proper distance.

Next she silently motioned for Sheryl, who got up on the bench and spread her legs a bit. Again with the crop she positioned her so to show her best, then started;

"As with Lady Sheryl, her request was a bit different, wanting something that she could wear on the motorcycle but yet still please you, the other Master Steve. Again we start at the top, she is wearing another cap, this styled in the Marlon Brando style of the Wild One, this will help with the helmet hair if it's been a long ride. Master Steve, you will decide when she needs it. Next is the Studded leather collar with pad lock, here is the key Master Steve, I will have Duncan put it on your key ring. Accompanying the collar is a pair of leather studded wrist cuffs, which may also be locked, and if that is the case here is a chain In case you want to lock your property up to the horse trough while you go in the saloon and have a cool one." She held up a chrome chain and mock demonstrated how to route it through the cuffs, and collar, and lock. "Next is the vest, it to is Goat Skin leather, glove grade, sleeveless, and can be snapped down the front if you want to deprive her of showing her tits off. Again, I recommend you make these decisions Master Steve.

Next are the riding chaps, also goat skin of a glove quality, they too are adjustable in the back, and you will notice the height of the cut also ensures it as a usable kidney belt. The legs are also adjustable with the laces from top to bottom. You will notice that her ass and cunt are completely exposed for your access. Finally, are the boots, which are four inch heels, going to a pointed toe and they also lace up above her ankle. Master Steve, would you allow this bitch to ride on the back of your bike, and she requested that you call her your bike bitch when in public as this outfit indicates?"

"Outstanding Mistress, yes I will address her accordingly, the only thing I see though, are the heels, that could very well be dangerous on the bike."

"I anticipated that, and here are a pair of similar designed shoes, minus the heels. She can change in the parking lot of any respectable biker bar before you present her."

"Wonderful." I said

She patted Sheryl on the ass with the crop, and motioned her to sit in the proper position next and slightly behind me.

"One last thing, Mistress Mary if you will indulge me," 

Mary got up on the bench and spread her legs apart as the girls did. Mistress Melinda using the riding crop demonstrated the clit hood piercing, and instructed us both to come forward and inspect at a closer range. We did as instructed and she continued. 


"As now you are both owners of Real and valuable property, the ladies have both requested you mark your territory. I have taken the liberty of placing in your articles a schedule of a technician who we highly recommend. Don't take this lightly, although the procedure is not painful, just a bit of discomfort, there is a healing process that varies with each lady. During this time vaginal intercourse is not recommended. For this reason, I recommend before you commit the girls to this procedure, they be trained in enhanced cocksucking, and buttfucking so they can satisfy you during the healing process. The up side of this is they will most likely be in a constant state of arousal, and even the simplest movement can trigger an orgasm. I understand that for Sheryl, this will be a challenge. I have given her some instructions to practice so she has some control, and hopefully will be able to hold off until you Master Steve, wish her to cum and squirt. Do you have any questions, thank you Mary.

She turned and walked back in the building.

Finished with our shopping we prepared to leave. Sheryl asked me if she could leave the vest open. I gave her permission. Duncan brought out our helmets, and thanked Sheryl again for the thong and the fresh drink. 

We all discussed the route back, and all agreed on the scenic route, even though the toll bridge was free in this direction and we wouldn't have to stop there. Mary took off, and we followed. After about five minutes, Sheryl asked, "Permission to gush?"

I thought for a moment and said "Which set of lips?"

She giggled and said "The one under her nose."

Then gush away. 

She was all excited and kept going on about how she loved her outfit, and everything that had been happening. We chatted back and forth discussing various things. We had been exposed to a lot in the past 24 hours, and both agreed it was going to take time to put it all together.

I asked her how she liked the "Master/slave" thing, and she said the role playing was kinda fun. Some of the degrading remarks startled her at first, but she was beginning to see how it was kinda like being an actress and she needed getting into it a bit. What she said really got her going was me "forcing" her to be naked whenever I wanted her that way.

I questioned her on this, and she said she realized I wasn't really forcing her, but by thinking that, She was excited to do the exhibition thing. She said, it's just going to be disappointing when I have to behave like a responsible adult again. Then she said;

"I need to tell you something I'm a bit ashamed of though."

"What's that?"

"I'm ashamed that I squirted when I saw Duncan, and when he cleaned me up."

I couldn't help myself, I started to laugh a bit.

"It's not funny, that is what I do for you!"

"I know its not funny, but it is so beautiful. You are going to be exposed to many situations, as well as people. You'll get control of it. Mark my word, there is going to be a time when you see how unique your talent is, and love yourself for it."

"If you say so."

"I do, now do me a favor and stop being ashamed of it. By the way I think Mickey and Mary were serious, they want you to teach them that."

"You're kidding."

"No I'm not, watch this."

I keyed up the mic, "Hey do those two sluts still want to learn how to squirt?"

Ahead of us we could see Mary and Mickey almost fighting over the mic. Then we saw them put their heads together and over the CB a resounding "YYYYEEEESSSSSS"

We were laughing at the situation, and she said "I'll try to control it, And I'll work on getting over my insecurity about it."

I can't ask more than that.

At that time another voice came over the CB, "Where's this squirter?"

Mary came back, "Who's this?"

Why ya got West by Gawd Virginia Will, who I got there?

"Do ya always interrupt private conversations?" again Mary.

"Little Lady, you ARE broadcasting on the 2 way, and with a subject like that, it'll wake me up from my white line fever every gosh darn time."

"Point taken." Mary's voice was softening a bit.

"Whatcha all driving. I'd LUUUUVVVV ta get an eyeball full to carry me down ta Shakeytown."

On the intercom, Sheryl was going "Oh God, Oh God" over and over again. The radio was silent, the trucker waiting a response. Finally he broke in again. 

"Awwww, come on, give a lonely trucker a peek."

Again the radio was silent for a moment. I was laughing in the intercom when I heard "Begging does not become you" Now it was my turn to utter the Oh my God chant. It was Sheryl who uttered the response. 

"Awlrought, hows about pleading a little?"

Least he had a sense of humor.

Sheryl asked me what to do. "Well, I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to give him a little peek." 

"You sure?"

"No, but kinda excited about it."

"O.K. I'll pull up beside the limo, you ask them if their up to it."

"O.K." her voice was a little shaky.

"You sure, you sound nervous."

"I am, just fucking do it.....Sorry Master, please do it."

"Allrighty , Hold on." I checked out for any upcoming traffic then pulled to the left and pulled up alongside the drivers door. Sheryl was yelling over to Mary, and they were all discussing it. Finally Mary yelled back to Sheryl that it was up to her. Sheryl yelled back, allright, if you will do the talking and arrangements. Mary looked at Mickey, they nodded to each other, then she looked over to us and shot us a thumbs-up.

I slowed down and got behind them again. The CB came alive, this time with Mary in a very sultry voice, "West Virginia Will, you still there?"

"Lordeeee Lordeeee, yes I'm here, thought I'd lost ya. Tell me what you're driving so I can keep an eye peeled out for ya.

"Negative on that, you describe your rig, and give me a direction and a mile marker."

"Allright, Allright coming up on one now." He gave us the mile marker, he was heading south also and described his truck and trailer.

I radioed Mary, "He's ahead of us, same direction." There wasn't much traffic.

Mary came back, "Will, flash your trailer lights."

About a half mile ahead we saw as he complied.




Training of a New Master Ch. 02



"O.K. Will, we see ya, were behind you with nobody in-between. Ya gotta promise me that you'll keep that big old thing going straight.

"You got it Sugar."

"Oh yeah, how's your heart?"

"Pumping like hell. Thanks fer asking though."

"O.K. We'll be on you left, don't think you will be able to miss us."

Mary started to speed up a bit pulling closer to the back of the rig. I stayed a safe distance behind her. When we were right behind him, Mary pulled into the left lane and started towards the cab.

"I think I got you now along side my trailer. My Gawd, is that an old Packard Limousine?"

"That's it, ready?"

"As a 11month pregnant woman."

"Funny Will."

Mary pulled up along side the cab and paced him. There was a big old toot of the air horn. Mary warned him "Careful big guy, remember your promise to me."

"I know, but ya didn't prepare me for this, my gaw'd, you ladies are gorgeous."

"Why thanks Hun, that's so sweet."

They chatted back and forth a bit, the girls flirting a bit and Will eating it up.

"This is great, nobody's gonna believe me. Would you mind me askin, which of you is the Squirter?"

Sheryl and I were laughing like hell on the intercom.

"Should we tell him?" Mary asked.

Sheryl responded "Might as well"

"What the ..........""Will responded.

"Will, we got bad news, and good news. Bad news, neither one of us is a squirter,,,,yet. Were just enrolled in training."

"You said there was good news?"

"Here it comes." Mary sped up and pulled in front of Will, we pulled along side the cab in their place."

"HOLLY SHEEEIIITTTTTT"

Sheryl said "Hello Will." She was trying to lean back to give him a good look. At the same time she waved at him.

"Oh my, you're the squirter?"

"Guilty as charged."

"I've heard of ladies like you, but, xcuse the French, you're drop dead gorgeous to boot, from head to toe, I know cause I got an eyeball lock on ya now taking in every square inch."

"Well thank you Will, I appreciate that, but get them eyeballs back on the road."

"Lady, ya just don't know what your asking."

I told Sheryl over the intercom that I felt this was getting a bit dangerous. She agreed, but stated it was really fun, and a major turn on. But she agreed to go along with my decision if I felt we should break it off. I told her that there might be an alternative.

"I'm listening."

"Just go along with me and we'll see how this plays out."

"Yes Master, your wish is my command."

"Cute"

On the CB I talked to Will.

"Hey Will, I'm going to pull in front of you in a second, so keep to your driving. Allright?"

" I'm following ya so far."

"Up ahead is a turn out big enough for all of us to get off the highway." 

"Still here."

"O.K., Gonna tell them up ahead."

Mary came on "What's up?"

"Up ahead is an off ramp. At the bottom of that is a dirt pullout that truckers use to pull over and sleep. Wanna pull in there and we'll discuss it?"

"You got it."

"Will, did ya hear that?

"Still following you."

"O.K. here's the deal. When we get to the pull out, You stay in your cab while I pull next to our friends. I am gonna discuss something with them, and then we will let you know. No promises, we're playing this by ear."

"Sounds like a good plan to me, especially if I get another peek at those beautiful ladies."

"I'm working on it for ya Will, hell I used to drive truck also, so let's see how things go."

Allright."

About now we were slowing down for the off ramp. Mary saw the turn out and pulled far enough forward for Will to pull his rig in behind us. I pulled along side them and everyone was curious as to my idea. I told them up ahead, the cut off for us to get home was about 8-10 miles. About halfway between the two major highways was a night club/restaurant on the river just before a bridge. The place had an outdoor dining area that sat right on the water. I knew most of the people that worked there, and thought it would be a good place for us to get dinner. I think they will not fuss about the girls, and I would like to buy Will a dinner as well.

Stan said he thought he knew the place also, and thought it was a great idea. 

We all batted it around and agreed it was worth a try, besides, it was just getting near sunset, and a dinner on the river at sunset would be great. We all agreed, and I began to take my helmet off, telling them I was going to tell Will and see if he agreed. Before I could get off, the bike Sheryl said I wanna go too. Then Mickey and Mary, We want to go too. Stan, Laughing said guess we are all going to tell him. I got back on the CB and told Will we were all coming back to talk to him, but for the ladies safety, could he slide over and open the passenger door so we wouldn't be in any danger of someone coming down the offramp. We didn't hear anything for a second, then heard his passenger door swing open. Guess we had our answer.

We all walked back together, and met Will face to face. He asked us to give him a second to get his legs steady, as he was overwhelmed by the beauty in front of him. He was a real charmer for an old coot. We all shook hands, and the girls gave him a hug. I explained the plan, asked him if he was game. His response was, "I might have a drawl, but I aint dead yet, hell yeah I'm Game."

We all went back to our vehicles. After Sheryl and I got our helmets on, Stan called and said, he wasn't positive where the place was, as he had just driven by it, so we should take the lead. I told him that was no problem.

We got back on the Highway, and some idle chatter was going on between all of us. We made the turn off, and I warned Will that although the highway was a truck route, it was winding back and forth so keep it safe. He said he had actually traveled this road a couple of times before, so he was kinda familiar with it. To be totally honest, I was equally concerned about Mary. That Packard was no sports car. She seemed to be handling it fine though. Still I kept my speed down to where I felt they both had a comfortable drive.

When we got to the place, the parking is lateral in front along the bar off the highway. I pulled in first so I could turn the bike uphill so I could get out. After I settled in, Mary pulled behind me, like she was parallel parking. That left space for will to pull behind both of us. And park his rig well off the highway.

Last to park and first to get ready to go in was Will. We all chuckled at his eagerness. After I locked the helmets in the trunk. We all started in together.

When you go in the front door, you walk around a little alcove to reach the bar. When we turned the corner, their weren't too many customers, but those who where there all turned, saw the ladies, and it sounded as though there were twice as many as there were.

The girls were loving the attention, and I went up to the bartender. He came down to me and asked what I wanted. I glanced towards the gals and asked "Any problem?" 

"Not as far as I'm concerned, and I own this place as well as run it."

"Great, I introduced myself, as well as everybody else and asked if the kitchen was still open."

"Did you say the Trucker was named Will?"

"Yeah."

He yelled "Loraine, get your fat ass out here."

"Hold your horses, who do you think you are anyway?"

"Just the guy who's gonna introduce you the Will the Trucker, And the Squirter."

Rounding the corner from the kitchen came "NO FUCKING WAY."

Sheryl was standing next to me and when Loraine appeared Sheryl stepped forward, extended her hand and said "Way".

"Oh my Gawd girl, Tits to die for, great Twat, and a squirter?"

"That's what they say."

"Well, Honey, turn around and lets get a look at that too."

"My God, she has a great ass to!"

The bartender asked Loraine if the kitchen was still serving.

"These are the folks we been listening to on the CB?"

"Yup" he replied.

"Hot Dawg, we're famous now. Of course the kitchen is open."

I ordered up some platters of their house specialties and drinks, Told the Owner/Bartender we were going to go sit on the deck and watch the sunset. I pushed a credit card across the bar and said to buy a round for the house, and anything my friends wanted. He pushed the card back at me, told one of the regulars "Your now a doorman, don't screw it up." Reached over grabbed the line for the clapper on a brass bell, rang it several times, and announced, "Bar is closed, this is now officially a private party." He looked at me, then said "Your money aint no good here, one condition, ya gotta bring these ladies back again."

We went down on the deck, as well as most of the regular patrons. The Girls were pampered like you wouldn't believe. If they went to sit, somebody was there brushing off the seat telling them that now it was O.K. Of course, the gals hated this type of treatment. NOT!!!!

We had timed it just right for the sunset. The sky had just turned a burnt yellow and this was reflected off the water. The sun was just touching the western hills, and everything started to slowly turn to orange.

The deck was terraced, and I was on the upper deck. Looking down, I saw something so beautiful. Sheryl was standing there Holding her drink, her legs slightly parted, a reflection off the water seemed to glow around her. I walked down to her, and placed my hand on her exposed cheek, she shuddered a little, then cuddled up to me.

"Do you realize how beautiful you look, especially in this setting?" She turned towards me, and said "God, I love you. You have no idea how happy this has made me. Everyone has been so nice, I get so excited, I can't get enough of this. I think you are going to have real trouble talking me into ever putting on clothes again."

I laughed at her comments. "But you are wearing clothes."

"Yeah, and I love them to. I've always been self conscience about my body, especially since, the, you know, break up and Divorce. I have had such guilty feelings deep down inside about being exhibited. I still do a bit, I'm working on that though. I still want to work on being completely nude in different public settings."

"Really? Think your up to a practice try?"

She gave me a smirk, then, "You aren't gonna make me walk home from here nude are you?"

"No, but good idea, maybe when we are a little nearer home we'll give that some thought."

We were interrupted by Loraine, she came down cause she saw us standing by ourselves and said she wanted to warn us several camera's had appeared, her being a guilty party as well.

I thanked her for the head's up, and thanked her for keeping the kitchen open. Then I asked her, can you I.D. some of the guys with camera's, if so I'd like to get prints, and If you could get Wills address, I bet he'd love to have some also to back up his future truck stop stories.

"Consider it done." She said smiling. She turned to Sheryl and asked, "Honey, what's it feel like to wear that get-up in public? I've always wanted to try something like that, but never had the guts."

Sheryl told her "Well, we are new to this, and I can't really describe the feeling. A lot of it is the attention, I mean, everyone has been so complimentary. I keep getting weak in the knees from the attention. A little is the feeling of being devilish. I won't say its so much a turn on, but it's a rush when you witness the shock on some peoples faces. The first time I was really naked in public, I was surprised at how wonderful it felt. We were just discussing how I still want to be completely nude in public settings, the more variety the better."

"How did you ever work up the nerve?"

"He tells me what to where, when, and in front of whomever. That way it's kinda guilt free, you convince yourself you are just following orders. Hell, my master can even order me to orgasm, and before I used to feel guilty about my special condition. Now, I'm beginning to see it's a kinda gift I've been granted."

"You mean you really do squirt, is that the right word?"

A little laughter, "I guess it's as good a word as any."

"When did you start all this?"

"You mean the exhibitionism, or the squirting?"

"Well yeah, both."

"The exhibitionism, public that is, well that was just this morning. We are new to this as we said. Guess you could say we took the crash course. I will tell you, it's very addictive, you'll probably read about me 50 years from now, Granny gets arrested for showing up at bingo nude."

"And the squirting?"

"Well, it happened to me a few times before I met Steve, but I always tried to cover it up, it never happened like during intercourse, mostly while I was really turned on, and touched myself. When I met Steve, we didn't have sex for awhile, I felt really self conscious, was just divorced, so we took our time. Then we decided that we'd begin, gradually getting to intercourse, but first was just manual, then oral, that kind of thing. Even that, I took a long time before I let Steve go down on me. Then one day, I was sucking Steve's dick, and had been for a long time, but he wouldn't come. Finally I asked him if I was doing something wrong. I knew it was my fault, what else could it be? Steve told me I was a great cocksucker, but he really needed to know he was pleasuring me before he could release. I thought he was bull shitting me. My jaw was really sore, so I said Fine, kinda flopped down with my legs spread, if you must, just fuck me, ya know, with attitude. He got pissed and dressed. I thought about it for awhile, realized I had been a total bitch. Threw on a T-shirt he had left behind, and drove over to his place. I begged him to forgive me, after all he is the most positive thing to ever happen to me. Then I pleaded with him to teach me to make love. Well we went into the bedroom and began. When he wanted to go down on me I fought the urge to stop him, but didn't. He would work me up, then let me calm a little, I was having little orgasm's, but I thought he couldn't tell, but he kept at it. Then he kept at it, not letting me return after my mini's as I call them. I was halfheartedly trying to push his face away, but this made him more determined. I lost control, knew I was going to mess all over him, and I did. 

I blacked out momentarily, and when I woke up, he was cleaning me up with his tongue and mouth, very gently. I was so embarrassed, sure he would never want to see me again, and knew our sex life had just been flushed because of my "abnormality". I started crying, that finally got his attention. He tried to console me, I kept whimpering. You know, saying stupid little things. I told him I had ruined his bedding. He began laughing and I got pissed, and demanded to know what was so fucking funny. He told me everything was washable, and I wasn't the only contributor. Then he made me look at the bed. Sure, there was a huge wet spot, which surprised me cause Steve took most of it in his mouth and face, but also, his cum was all over the sheets, my leg, my side, and I later found out in my hair even. I had never seen him cum in such quantity. I asked him, "How, I didn't even touch you, you were using both hands on me, your penis was never stimulated." He told me again, when he made me happy, then it was all right for him to be happy. 

As we continued our relationship, the squirts became more frequent, and every time I would get upset, he would yell at me for being stupid. One day when I got upset, he threatened to turn me over and give me a spanking. I said go ahead, I deserve it. (I'll never make that mistake again, well, maybe I will)

He pulled me over his lap and started smacking my ass. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't real gentle either. I don't know how many swats I got, but my ass was on fire. I had tears rolling down my face, and he tried to console me. When he started kissing and licking my red cheeks, it felt good, then I felt it building again. I couldn't stop it. I tried to get up fast thinking I could get to the bathroom, but all me energy had been diverted to my damn twat. This was another blackout one. When I came out of it, he was holding me, stroking my hair and saying things like you were wonderful, that was great, wish you knew how good I feel when you do that. You know those sort of things. 

After that I tried to accept it, and now I'm finally beginning to realize it really is a good thing."

"Wow, that does sound wonderful. I have been told I get more moist than most women. Tommy in there, the bartender, he's my old man, he likes to call me Juicy Lucy. We've wiped out a few sets of sheets also, but nothing like you describe. I used to think it was BS, then he brought home a tape and showed me. I still thought it was BS, and told him she was just pissing. He told me I was wrong, so the asshole went with me to my next OB/GYN app. and made me ask the doc about it. The doc said it was in fact true, it was not piss, (He said urine), but that it was female ejaculate, similar to men's."

"Well, I can attest that it is real, and I believe that's part of what makes her so wonderful."

"Sounds great, hell I'd give anything to do that, or for that matter see that."

"Careful what you ask for, she's had three accidental squirts today, you never quite know when she loses it."

"Sir, you're an asshole, what, ya got Duncan hiding around here?"

I laughed, "No, your safe from him for the time being."

Loraine said "Guess I missed something there."

"Maybe I'll fill you in when we get some girl time."

"You girls go ahead and chat, I'm gonna go freshen up my drink."

Sheryl said, "I'll get that, am I falling down in my duties?"

"NO, not at all, I wanted to talk to Tommy, you girls chat."

She looked at me with suspicious eyes as I walked away.

I went up to talk to Tommy, he was talking to Will and Steve. I told them all about my plan, and they were all smiling. I told them to keep it hush for awhile, cause Tommy and I had some ground work to do. I told Tommy that I was going to get Mickey and Mary together and brief them, he should tell Loraine what's going on. 

We split up each with our mission in mind. I got Mickey and Mary together, told them my plan, they loved it and said they would help in any way they could. We all went over to Sheryl, who was still where I had left her.

I told her what we had come up with, and told her she was to do it. She was wide eyed, looking around, began to enter a complaint, then said, with her eyes down, "This is what I asked for, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, are you going to have a problem with it?"

Still looking down, "Master, may I look you in the eye?"

She looked at me "Sir, you told me to do it, so I don't have a problem with it. My only problem is I don't want to embarrass you."

"Impossible, you will not ever embarrass me, that's an order also."

"Yes Sir. If I do get, well, you know, do I have your permission?"

"Do you mean Enjoy IT!"

"Yes Sir."

"I order you to enjoy it."

"Thank you Master."

Loraine had come up during the last of this. "Did he tell you what I have to do for this?"

Mary and Mickey smiled, Sheryl said "No, he just told me I had to instruct my squirting class in front of anyone who wants to watch."

"Well, your Master told Tommy about what I said, and Tommy ordered me to go through with it. Get that, he ordered me! Can't you throw the squirting part, I think I can get out of it on a technicality if you don't actually squirt?"

"Loraine, I'm really sorry, but I promised Steve I would enjoy myself. I don't see what I can do. What is it you have to do?"

"I have to wear your outfit, for the rest of the evening."

"What will I wear? Can't you just refuse."

Disgusted she said "No, damnet all to hell, Tommy ordered me, he's never done that before." She looked around, kinda hung her head then said "Shit, don't tell that bastard Tommy, but something inside me wants to do it. I'm kinda getting that tingly feeling."