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A Tennessee Education Pt. 01

By: Katiekatsman



This is a story about female dominance and male submission. It's a long story - almost 300 pages in full. It is also completely fictional. If you are one that doesn't' enjoy reading about women oppressing and suppressing men, then this story isn't for you. If you enjoy a femdom lifestyle I hope you will give the story a read. In Part 1 the main character, Bobby Lewis enters a new undertaking and in the process finds himself in a bit of a pickle due to a combination of his choices and a woman's mission. The story is not so much filled with sex as it is a focus on the psychological mindsets of the dominant and submissive alike.

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A Tennessee Education

Part 1: Introductions

Bobby, Sharon, Jasmine and Mariko introduced

Bobby Lewis smiled one of his classic smirks while standing at the urinal and reading the red and white sign that stared back at him, "Really, Is It That Small?" The humor of bar restroom signs never ceased to surprise him and even though he had read this one a thousand times he still chuckled most every time he came in.

Zipping up his fly he looked at the sink but decided not to wash. "Why bother," he thought, "I didn't piss on them." Heading out the door he scanned the room. Nearest him were two guys shooting pool and a bit further away two couples took turns trying to play pool but seemed to be having a hard time keeping the white ball from ending up in one of the pockets. On the far side of the smoke filled room sat familiar faces, either at the bar, standing along the wall watching one of the large screen TVs or hanging out at one of the battered tables. 

Bobby knew them all. This was his hangout and tonight he was enjoying the evening more than usual. As he tried to locate his girl, he saw an older couple he didn't recognize. They were off by themselves. Two half-empty beers and a plate of partially eaten potato skins occupied the space between them. They obviously knew one another by the way they conversed but he wondered who they were. Having strangers in the bar at this hour on a Friday night was definitely the exception to the norm.

"Hey," came the voice from behind as two arms wrapped around his waist, "I've missed you."

Bob smiled. "Missed you too. I couldn't find you and wondered if you had left.

"Left? And go where? It's way too far for me to walk home and besides, it's you who I want spend my time with.

"Do you need another beer?" The handsome man asked his date.

"Sure!"

He handed her his credit card and she went to the bar to get her fourth drink of the evening. As she did, an older man slapped her ass affectionately and called out, "Come on over and have a drink with me when you are done with him." He laughed.

She turned his way, smiled and then ordered two beers.

The young bar-hand took her order barely making eye contact with the beautiful blonde. Rather his gaze seemed transfixed on her full breasts that filled the space between the plunging V-neck top she wore.

She returned to the booth where they had been sitting earlier. Giggling, she cozied up to her man.

"So what were you telling me about your job?" She said.

Bobby continued blabbing on about something she really cared little about. What she wanted was his cock which she had been gently fondling. It had passed her initial test. It felt long and thick as her limber fingers subtlety moved along its length. He had been telling her about his most recent and hopefully more permanent job he had just started Monday. 

"So is everyone in the school black?" She asked a bit surprised at hearing where he worked.

Bobby Laughed, "No, not everyone; but most are. I mean it is in the city and there are mostly blacks living in that part of town."

"Aren't you scared?" the country girl said seriously. "I mean, I know I wouldn't want to go shopping there. I'd be afraid I'd get raped." She looked down at her breasts that begged to be free of the half-cup bra that barely held them, a tattoo of a dolphin permanently marking the left one.

"I don't think you'd be safe either Jasmine. But that would have nothing to do with where you walked and everything to do with those." He pointed to her bosom, "and to all of you," he said motioning to her body in general. "You are beautiful."

That was the comment she hoped to coax out of him. She never tired of hearing guys making remarks about her body. She loved it when a man told her how appealing her body was. She needed the approval, the affirmation and the attention. She needed to be noticed. She needed to be reminded that her breasts still captured a guy's imagination, that her nipples still drew stares from afar, that a guy walking behind couldn't help but gawk at her tight ass and that she was irresistible to most all everyone. But she never seemed to get enough from men and that was a good part of the reason she was here with Bobby tonight. She needed a fix. She needed to be with a guy that wanted her. Something inside was simply unable to fully accept she was attractive and worthy of being loved. Another part, or maybe the same part, also couldn't see the physical assets she possessed as being nearly perfect. She often thought of getting implants if only to gain the adoration of men. Maybe that was why the bar scene had become her best friend. She could count on getting a guy. She had her man for the night and now needed to hear what Bobby had to say about her. It made her feel good all over.

"Thank you. That was nice of you."

Bobby laughed. "Jasmine, I don't think you'd be safe walking these country roads any more than a city street. Some guy would see you and throw you in his trunk. Men are like that. They love what you have. They can never get enough."

"Is that how you feel? Is that what you want to do? Take me for your own?" She snuggled in closer and kissed him.

He didn't answer. He wasn't sure what he wanted. She was probably fifteen years his contemporary and he had no idea why she even wanted to hang out with him. He knew he was an attractive guy with a good build but he was almost 40. He was old!

Bobby rolled his eyes and smiled. "Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. I do want to make sure you get home ok. I owe you that much."

"Can I finish my drinks" She said obviously feeling the effects of the alcohol. "You in a hurry to get me in bed?" She wrapped a slender arm around his neck and kissed him, leaving a red lipstick mark. Seeing it, she giggled.

Bob looked out across the bar feeling like he was being watched. He was. He thought he was. It was that couple. He kept thinking they were staring at him.

Covering his mouth with his hand he asked, "Do you know those people sitting at that far table in the corner?"

Jasmine casually glanced over and then shook her head. "Nope, but then again, I don't know everyone in this place."

Bobby didn't expect her know them. She lived some twenty minutes away and rarely had reason to visit Randolf. In fact this was her first time here.

"I didn't think you did; just thought I'd ask."

"They really aren't staring," she observed. "Looks like they are just enjoying a night out like everyone else in this place."

"Maybe I'm just paranoid. I'm not use to seeing strangers in here. Anyway," he looked at her beer and said, "No, I'm not in any hurry. You drink to your heart's content. I'll hang out with you as long as you want."

"And then you're going to take me home and fuck me?"

"Jasmine!" he said getting a little tired of hearing her pleas for sex. "I barely know you."

"Aren't two dates enough? I even dressed for the occasion."

"I can see that."

"You don't like?" She stood and spun around so he could get a 360 view of her body which he already knew as a perfect ten. Her top was mostly unbuttoned and her bra appeared to be two sizes too small for the jugs they held. The cut-off shorts revealed every inch of her long legs and were so short that part of her ass hung out when she walked.

"You look beautiful. Too beautiful," he added. "Now come, sit down," grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back into the booth, "you're drawing attention from everybody." 

He had never been out with a woman like her ever and he had no idea what his parents would think should they ever get the chance to meet. He knew they'd peg her as a slut from the instant they laid eyes on her. He knew he couldn't help that. It was just how his folks were: square and judgmental!

So much had happened in the last week that his mind had a hard time keeping up with everything. The new job, getting to know new people, working with Sharon, Ms. K, Mr. Williams, Jasmine, having to drive over an hour one way and negotiate city traffic, and now this - here - now - with her - he had so much newness in his usually boring life that it sometimes felt overwhelming. He liked routine. He was a creature of habit but for the past week, life had been anything but habitual. 

She interrupted his thoughts. "Aren't you glad you had that $5 when we were at Wal-Mart?"

"I am!" He said genuinely amused.

"If I had brought enough cash, we probably wouldn't even be here," she said giggling once more.

How true her words were. Bobby had waited in the usual long line at Wal-Mart where only three of the 28 registers had someone working them while the other 25 sat vacant. He could never understand why department stores did this when there were plenty of employees wandering around within view looking bored out of their mind. It was like some form of punishment the average shopper had to endure whenever they came here to shop. Waiting in absurdly long lines was Wal-Mart's way of making their customers pay penance for coming. Ahead of him stood at least ten bored people and immediately in before him was a young blonde with short hair and quite the curvy body. He didn't pay her much attention since she appeared to be barely out of college but when she went to pay and came up some $4 short things changed. The woman dug into her purse spilling most of it onto the counter. She pulled out a quarter here and a dime there while everyone behind groaned as the wait became even longer. Bobby finally pulled out some cash and gave it to her telling her to keep the change. She thanked him profusely and apologized for being so stupid. After he paid for his items he found her waiting just outside the door and the rest was history.

Last week she called to see if he would go out with her. They spent the evening together drinking and shooting pool and getting to know one another. Earlier today she texted him and asked if he was free tonight. He called her on his way home from work and they went to the other bar in town and enjoyed some brews and laughs.

Two hours and seven bears later she stood on wobbly legs, "OK, are you ready to take me home? My world is spinning," she said laughing and turning around.

He grabbed her arm. "Yes, c'mon. I got you. Just don't throw up in my car."

"Why not?" she said teasingly.

"Cause I don't want to clean it up."

As soon as they left the blackness of the country enveloped them. Jasmine touched his arm. "So are you going to fuck me tonight or aren't you? I could use something nice deep inside."

"Not tonight Jasmine. Not tonight. You need to sleep the alcohol off. You can't even walk without me holding you up."

A pouty expression came over her. Reaching down to his crotch she grabbed his cock through the thin linen trousers. Leaning over she bit it playfully. Bobby jumped.

"Jasmine, please!"

Sitting up abruptly and feeling completely rejected she folded her arms and looked out the window feeling depressed. The night had started off with such potential and now it was ending in the worse possible way. She hated being alone. She needed a man. She wanted him. She really wanted him. Jasmine didn't understand rejection. Guys just didn't do this to her. "Maybe she really wasn't worthy of his cock," she thought. "Maybe she wasn't as beautiful as he said she was. Talk was indeed cheap and tonight was proof of that."

Neither spoke the rest of the way. When Bobby pulled up to her trailer he helped her inside. She walked on unsteady legs to her bedroom and collapsed. Bob helped her out of her top and shorts and was about to cover her with a sheet when she headed into the bathroom to pee. While she was gone he turned on the bedroom light and looked around. The place was cheaply decorated. Panel walls, walnut-stained pine furniture and old throw rugs covered the tiled floor. What caught his eye was the open closet. It was filled with guy clothes! The girl was living with a guy! When Jasmine came back to bed Bobby was standing ready to go.

"You didn't tell me you weren't alone!" He pointed to the closet.

Jasmine never even hesitated. "Oh don't worry about him. He's out of town for the next few weeks."

"Are you married?" he said dumbfounded that she might be.

"Yep, but he don't treat me good at all."

"Jasmine!"

"Don't worry." She said interrupting him. "If I thought he'd find out I wouldn't have gone out. He's a mason and working in the western part of the state on some big construction project. Dam idiot probably won't come home any richer than when he left. Spends it all on booze, whores, and gambles the rest away playing poker. He hates me anyway. Tells me every time he's home he wants a divorce."

"I can't date you," Bobby insisted.

"She stood and pushed him down on the bed. Let's just make out. Can we? Don't worry about him; just me. C'mon, I won't take your clothes off" She kissed him. He resisted but she persisted and soon he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed her soft lips and exploring tongue. 

As captivating as Jasmine was, the fact that she was married didn't sit well. This wasn't right and the last thing he needed was to have him find the two of them together. He needed to go. He needed to end things but she felt so dam good! There was something about her neediness that didn't match her appearance. "How could a woman so physically gifted be so insecure? Did her husband abuse her?"

He didn't know and wasn't certain he wanted to know. He left leaving part of his heart in that trailer; the part that wanted her body. He wanted to spend the night but knew it wasn't right. He left feeling bad; feeling bad for her. Why was it that all she seemed to want was his cock? He felt cheep and ironically used. Why did he always over think things when it came to women? He just didn't get it. 

Turning away he blew her a kiss and gently shut the door. For now he stayed strong. He had to stay strong. It was the right thing to do.

................

"Mr. Lewis. Come into my office."

"Yes Mariko. I'll be there in a minute," he said pleasantly without looking up from his reading. He sat in the main office area, his briefcase on the floor and several papers in hand that he studied intently.

Several seconds later he noticed slim shapely legs appear in front of him. Looking up he saw it was her.

"Follow me now." She said with an edge in her voice. She didn't wait for a response. Turning she stalked down the hallway and into her office.

Bobby sighed, put his papers away and sauntered in down after her, plopping his butt on the seat just inside her door. Her office was smallish but not tiny. Her desk L-shaped and immaculately ordered. On one of the two sections sat her computer monitor, keyboard and a few pictures. On the other were several stacks of papers neatly piled and a jar containing several pens and markers. The latter section separated her from the door as well as Bobby who sat in the lone chair opposite the single window that looked out into the courtyard.

"Let's get something straight Mr. Lewis," she said directing her gaze intently at him. Her inky black hair and large dark eyes burned into his.

Her remark caught him off-guard. He looked up suddenly puzzled by her remark.

"What's wrong? What did I do?"

Ignoring his questions she continued, "When I give you an instruction I expect you to follow it. I have things to do and now I have to deal with you for the next several months. My plate is full and I don't have time for you to see me when you are good and ready. Whenever I tell you something I expect you to do what I tell you immediately. Do we understand one another?"

Still trying to understand why she suddenly got so serious he stammered, "Well yea, I guess so."

She raised her eye-brows. "I don't know where you come from or how you've been raised but 'yes ma'am' will do just fine. Do we understand one another?" she repeated again.

"Ye-Yes ma'am."

"Now stand." She motioned with one long slender finger. He did.

"I will offer you a seat when I want you to stay and talk. Otherwise standing here will do just fine." An almost imperceptible smile formed on her face as she looked at him with those dark penetrating eyes. She held out a sheet of paper. "Now, I need you to fill out this form."

"What is it?" He asked.

"It's a standard form we have every employee complete. It's in case something happens to you and we need to contact family on your behalf. You do have family I take it?"

"Parents, yes."

"Parents, but no wife? no children?"

"No," he said all too quickly. He was about to correct himself but decided not to bother. It didn't matter anyway. He hadn't seen baby Jessica since she was an infant. It was one of his biggest life regrets. "She'd be in her twenties now," he mused.

Ms. K looked at him wondering if there was more to his terse response.

"Ma'am, may I sit down? It's hard to write without leaning on something."

Ms. Komatzu motioned with her head. He sat. Taking a deep breath he looked up admiring the water color paintings on one wall. Her office was simple, tastefully decorated with muted colors and lit by only a table lamp. The overhead fluorescent installed in every office was off and he remembered when he was here last week that it had been off then as well. The single incandescent gave the room a more peaceful ambiance although right now, her attitude was making him feel anything but.

As he filled out the paperwork he wondered why she had gotten so worked up over nothing. Last week she seemed pleasant enough. She was one of the first people he met after speaking with the principal, Mr. Williams. Rodney Williams, a black man of about 45 ran this place. A tall man of about Bobby's height, with a bit of grey peppering his black hair, he spoke highly of the school and welcomed him as yet another asset to the already excellent staff employed under his watch. What struck Bobby was the unspoken relationship between him and Ms. K. Although Williams did most of the talking it was Ms. K that seemed to be the one he looked to for approval. He noticed how Williams sidled up to her while they talked, how he looked to her, almost for authorization when he made certain statements and she seemed to be the one exuding the persona of leadership more so than he. Williams had told him that she would serve as his contact when he needed administrative approval or advice. That comment took him by surprise since he was the one whose head would most likely role if positive changes didn't happen here soon. Ms. K only nodded in agreement when Williams acknowledged her as his school contact. Williams seemed to qualify his comment stating he was often tied up with meetings or out of town - or so he said. 

Throughout the fifteen minute 'get to know you' conversation outside William's office Ms. K remained cordial and quiet. It was then that he admired her beauty. She was tall and graceful and had the most beautiful long black hair characteristic of Asian women. Straight bangs across her forehead capped her lovely face with high cheekbones, large almond-shaped eyes and full lips. Her body, although thin was well proportioned. He guessed she was a bit older than he but then again, Asian women were hard to figure when it came to putting an age on them. What he now questioned was how his opinion of her had done a complete 180 between then and now. The quiet mysterious, almost docile secretary he met last week seemed far different now as he sat on eggshells and nervously wrote.


A Tennessee Education Pt. 01



Since last weeks' brief introduction, he had spent most every day in the administration building located in the center of the city with his recently acquired colleague, Sharon. The two were trying to get a feel for how things ran, who was really in charge and what the academic problems were from the administrator's perspective. They met with most everyone of importance, spending extensive time meeting with everyone from the Superintendent and numerous assistant superintendents of school, to the director of athletics, to the counseling supervisor, to the head of guidance. They endured PowerPoint lectures that explained the history and East Riverton High, the local culture and demographics and spent countless hours in individual and group meetings. They reviewed hundreds of documents and yearly reports that extended back several years. 

Having met most all of the powers-to-be, he and Sharon now turned their attention to the source of the problem - East Riverton High. Most likely they would be spending the majority of their time at the school for the next year or so until significant academic strides were made. Their objective was to once more have students test above the minimum state levels required of all school. Failure to do so for three consecutive years would put them on the Federal watch list with the risk of losing needed Federal funding.

Bobby finished filling out the form and handed it back. "Why is your address the same as your parents?" she asked quizzically after scanning the page.

"Because that's where I live."

"Where is Randolf anyway?"

"About an hour southeast."

"So far! In the mountains?"

Almost. It's in the foothills just north of them. It's a small country town; nothing like here. There are only two traffic lights in the whole town," he said grinning. "It's pretty much country. Just simple folk live there. Hard working people," he added. 

"Do you care for them?" she said, turning her question back to his parents.

"Oh no, they are fine. Dad works for Tennessee Power and mom stays busy doing whatever."

"So why are you still at home Mr. Lewis? I mean you are how old?"

His face reddened. He didn't know why but this lady knew how to push his buttons and make him uncomfortable. "I'm thirty nine. Why?"

"Because you seem a bit old to be still living at home. Have you ever watched the movie Failure to Launch?"

He ignored the jab. "I'm not really at home. I have an apartment in the basement. Yes the address is the same but I don't live with them. It's not like I sleep in the same room I did when I was a kid"

"Do you watch TV at night with them?

"No."

"Does your mom do your wash?"

"Sometimes."

Do you cook your own meals?" she said, her interest apparent.

"Mostly."

"Oh! And what does mostly mean Mr. Lewis? I thought you told me you didn't live with them."

"I cook on weekends. Mom cooks during the week because I am busy at work all day."

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, "You are still her little boy aren't you?"

"What's the big deal? Don't you cook for your husband?"

"Mr. Lewis!" Her eyes flashed with anger as she raised her voice. "It's none of your dam business what I do on my own time. But to answer your question, no, I don't cook for my husband! Now get out of my office. I have no more need of you. Off you go." 

She waved a dismissive hand as the furry of her anger continued to burn hot. He hurriedly grabbed his briefcase and scrambled out the door. Once around the corner he paused to lean against the hallway wall where he took a deep breath, regained his composure and headed out to a nearby conference room.

............

"You're late Bobby. What took you so long?"

"Nothing really," he lied. "Ms. K and I had to go over some papers. Just formalities. How was your weekend?"

She smiled. "I had a wonderful weekend. Jonathan and I spent Saturday at a retirement home visiting his grandparents and we went to church on Sunday. I cooked him a nice ham dinner that afternoon. How was yours?"

"I didn't do much. Went to a bar with a girl on Friday and slept in Saturday and Sunday; watched football most the time."

Sharon peered over her glasses looking disappointed. "Do you really enjoy the bar scene? I simply don't see why people like going there."

"What's there not to like? I mean I had a few drinks with a woman, played some pool, hung out with her and took her home."

"You mean you went to her place and slept with her," she said presumptuously.

"No. In fact I didn't. She was too drunk. I took her home and left."

"Well good for you. At least you did something right."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked completely mystified.

"Bobby, if you haven't figured already, you know I don't approve of drinking much alcohol. I see no good that can come of it. I also don't approve of sex before marriage."

"Would it surprise you that I don't either," he said emphatically.

"Yes it would. You don't look like the abstinent type to me."

"And you do?" He said defensively. He already knew the answer to that question.

"Are you telling me you are a virgin," she asked.

"Not exactly but I don't go out with girls just to have sex either. Why, are you?"

"I made one mistake in my life but that was a long time ago. I know better now."

Sharon Ashby who he just met last Monday came as a complete surprise. He thought he was going to be working as the only consultant for the East Riverton High project but apparently the State of Tennessee wanted one of their own to oversee his work. Shortly after lunch on his first day, in the middle of a meeting with the Assistant Superintendent, a frumpily dressed woman introduced herself and informed both he and the administrator that she would be working to address the academic deficiencies present. Not only was he not alone but she handed the administrator and him copies of a document stating she would be taking the lead on this assignment. Bobby was crushed!

Sharon came to work every day wearing clothing that appeared homemade. It wasn't that what she wore was ugly but it wasn't what he normally saw other women wearing. The dresses fell below the nearly to mid-calf and the necklines were often collared or buttoned; her shoes were simple flats; her make-up non-existent and her brunette hair was always pinned up in a bun. To Bobby she looked like she had been transported out of the 1950's. Not only was she dressed like a Plain Jane but she acted similarly. She was all business and anytime he brought up anything personal the word Jonathan seemed to come up in the conversation. He wondered if it was her not-so-subtle way of reminding him that she was attached. But there was something attractive about her. She was tall and slender. She had beautiful eyes, soft unblemished skin and delicate features. He guessed she was shapely and busty underneath but it was hard to tell exactly because of her loose fitting dresses.

"I don't know how I appear to you," she said after a long pause, "but then I really don't care." She stared off into space before adding, "What I do know is Jonathan loves me and that's all that matters."

Bobby said, "I think you do care what other people think Sharon. I think that's why you defend how you dress and act so vehemently. But I am happy that you have Jonathan. I really am."

"You are?" She said warily. "Why, you really don't know me and you've never met him?"

"True, but why would I wish something bad on you guys? What kind of person would I be if I wanted the two of you to be unhappy or break up? Who would wish that on anyone?" he said, rather than asked.

Sharon smiled but didn't look at him. "I guess you are right."

"Do you know what I have learned about you?"

"What?" Her curiosity piqued.

"I think you are pretty genuine; I think you are straight out of 1950 but I think you are real," he grinned. "I think what you let others see reflects who you really are. You don't put on a façade. You don't hide your values. You are kind of a what-you-see is what-you-get kind of a woman. And that's a good thing," he added. "And I think Jonathan is a lucky guy."

"I'm the lucky one," she corrected.

"Why is that?"

"Because he is a wonderful man."

"Care to explain?"

She blushed. As much as she loved Jonathan she didn't feel comfortable talking to someone she didn't know about the intimate details of their relationship. "We should get started on our work," she said desperately wanting to change the subject. "I have a two page list of things we need to begin exploring."

"Are you embarrassed to talk about the very guy you want to marry?" Bobby said with a chuckle. He was curious to know more about this man of her dreams.

"No!" she said defensively. "But I don't think we should be talking about him when we have so much work to do."

"OK, then, how about over lunch? Maybe we can grab a bite at the bar down the street."

"Yea right."

"No really. We don't need to drink. We can get a sandwich with water or ice tea. I'll drink the same thing that you order. They serve more than beer there, you know."

"I don't know Bobby. The lunch I packed will do me just fine."

"You can't eat lunch by yourself every day."

"I did last week."

"I know you did, but it's not polite to turn me down every day. And there's nothing wrong with walking through the front doors of a bar. It's not like you are going to go to hell if you do."

"I know that!"

"Great, then it will be my treat," he paused and smiled, "at the Lazy K."

"Yes Robert," she said stiffly. "Now can we please get to work?"

"Of course."

At that moment his cell vibrated. Checking the message he smiled, "Speaking of the bar scene," he said looking up with a grin. "It's Jasmine, my date from last night. She has a pounding headache but wants to see me this evening."

"Well I hope you don't do something you will regret if you do."

He smiled. "She does have an incredible body and she's like 25." He smiled thoughtfully. "And she doesn't mind letting me see most of what she's got to offer."

"Oh geez," Sharon muttered. "You really aren't going to pursue her seriously are you?"

"I don't think so. She's complicated; a bit of a dimwit too and insecure as hell but she knows how to stroke my ego and I like that."

"But she's 25!"

"And she's beautiful," he retorted, leaving out the fact that she was married.

"But you told me you didn't believe in sex before marriage."

"I know. I'm wondering if I need to rethink that one."

"Don't Bobby. You know better. At least I hope you do."

"I don't know. I just don't know."

"Look," she said changing the subject. "Get your mind out of the gutter and go to room 1202. I'll head to 1204. We need to spend some time in the classrooms to see what learning is actually taking place and what teaching methods are being used here."

"More like what isn't taking place and what they aren't teaching," he said.

"Yea, that too. Since I'm heading up this project we need to evaluate every teacher before we make any modifications."

"Yes Ms. Ashby." With that, the bell sounded and the halls filled with students. The two consultants made their way through the throngs and to the respective classes looking like two white specks in a sea of black as they headed down the crowded corridor. 

Just before they parted Bobby grabbed her arm. "Let's meet at the main office. Remember it's my treat for lunch."

............

Three hours later they met up in the lobby just outside the main office.

"What a disaster," Sharon said when she approached.

"That bad?"

"Nothing happened. Well almost nothing happened in any of those classes."

"Same with what I saw. What's your take on the problem?"

"The kids run the class! That's the problem. There's no discipline in there at all."

Just then Bobby saw Ms. K exit the main office and head their way. After stopping to speak to one of the teachers she joined them.

"I'll be joining you for lunch. Where are you two eating?" she said matter-of-fact.

"Bobby and I were going to discuss our morning privately," Sharon said somewhat irritated at the sudden intrusion.

"At the Lazy K too," Bobby interposed.

"That will be fine. I'll be there in ten. Bobby, order me a ham on rye and sparking water." She turned and headed down the hall leaving the two of them looking at one another. Sharon frowned. Bobby smiled.

Sharon commented how nice it felt to be out in the sun as they walked to the bar. Strolling anonymously on the busy sidewalk with others heading to lunch or off to meetings, Sharon talked the entire time about how disappointed she was with the teaching that was painfully absent. The one comment that Bobby focused on was the insightful remark she made concerning the disconnect between what she had saw in the classroom and the administrators' perception of the teaching quality. 

"It's going to take some time, and tact to get them to understand that, Sharon," he added. "Most times people only see and hear what they want and my guess is you are dead-on in your assessment. If they take to heart that at least some of the blame for only 40% of incoming ninth graders graduating then they also have to acknowledge that part of that problem has to do with them and not just with William's efforts to keep a sinking ship afloat."

When the waitress arrived Bobby couldn't keep her eyes off of the young black girl. Sharon noticed him gawking but chose not to comment. He ordered a turkey salad sandwich which he said was delicious but Sharon opted for the Lazy Burger special. She told him she was raised on a ranch in Oklahoma and there was scarcely a day when there wasn't some form of beef on the table when mom cooked a meal. Soon their meals arrived; his with a cranberry muffin on the side and hers with a side of coleslaw. They talked more of her life at home, her many siblings including her twin, her schooling at Oklahoma State, her degree in education and then her move away from family when she attended graduate school.

"So you don't have family in the area?" He asked. 

"Not a one but I get home to see them a few times a year, usually on holidays. Christmas and the Fourth hold a special place in my heart for that reason."

Thirty minutes later the two had nearly finished eating and sharing their life's history albeit in a synoptic view. Bobby asked questions about Jonathan like he had planned and Sharon surprised him by speaking freely and openly, describing how they met and spoke at length about his family and parents and their common values.

"So he's the youngest of five?" He said rhetorically.

"Yes but he is the most financially set of them all," she said proudly. 

"What does he do?"

"Works at First Federal on 5th and Market."

"In East Riverton?"

"No in Riverton."

"Oh, I don't know much about the area. I'm still trying to not get lost after I exit the interstate."

Sharon smiled. Just then she noticed Ms. K walk through the front door. "We have company," she said quietly.

Sharon waived and Mariko approached motioning for Bobby to slide over on the bench seat. She sat and then glared menacingly at him.

"Where is my lunch Mr. Lewis?" she said obviously irked at seeing no food to eat.

"I didn't think you were coming for awhile and I didn't want it to get cold."

"It's a ham sandwich Mr. Lewis. It can't get cold! And regardless of whether I told you to order soup or an ice cream Sunday you didn't do what I asked. Didn't we just have this discussion?"

"Yes," he said quietly.

"I don't understand why you can't seem to follow such simple orders." She shook her head in disgust and motioned for the waitress. When she approached she said, "Mr. Lewis has something he would like to say. Don't you Mr. Lewis?"

Bobby's face flushed although he did pause to glance at her shapely body and sweet booty. Raising his gaze he asked, "Can you bring a ham sandwich on rye with a sparkling water for Ms. K?"

"Mayo on that sir?"

"Bobby looked at Ms. K. "Dijon mustard please."

"Lemon with your water?" The girl asked. This time looking first at her and then at him. 

Again Bobby glanced at Ms. K who sat perfectly still. The awkwardness of the scene intensified. He broke the silence, "Ms. K, would you like lemon with your water?"

"Yes, that would be very nice," she said smiling at the young girl.

When the girl left, Bobby leaned back looking behind Ms. K to watch her sweet ass sway with each step she took.

"Someone needs to teach you manners," Ms. K said.

"My Daddy taught me all the manners a boy needs to know."

Ms. K and Sharon sat silently deliberately biting their tongues at the demeaning remark. Finally Mariko said, "Carry on with your conversation. I've got to read over this letter."

Bobby picked up right where they had left off and never noticed or felt the tension build in his female companions after he once more obnoxiously stared at the waitress's ass when she walked by once again. "So you said he works at the bank?"

"Yes."

"What does he do?" 

"He's the branch manager."

"How long has he worked there?"

"Oh my," she said thinking. "He started right out of college so at least 17 or 18 years."

"Sounds like he enjoys working in the banking industry."

They chatted informally and Ms. K added her two scents every now and then. Bobby talked about his interest in business when he first went to college and how he changed majors after just one semester. The conversation remained upbeat and informative. Bobby cracked a joke and Sharon laughed just as the waitress arrived with Ms. K's meal arrived. 

She busied herself eating and didn't seem to pay much attention with their conversation as it turned back to Jonathan and his work. 

"He loves it. I think he started doing something with the accounting department when he first got there, and then worked in investment banking for a few years but by the time we met, he was in a managerial tract and recently got promoted to his current position."

"So you guys didn't know each in high school or college."

"No, he grew up here in Tennessee and, well, you know about where I grew up. We met at a church outing a few years ago," she said.

Ms. K looked up at Sharon. After a long moment she asked. "Are you feeling OK? You don't look well."

"Something in my stomach isn't sitting right. It may have been the sandwich. I ordered it medium-rare because I like to taste the blood in the meat but I don't think they cooked it quite enough."

"So you like the sight of blood?" She asked curiously.

"I didn't say that Ms. K. I said I like the taste of it in my beef, but to answer your question, no, I don't mind the sight of blood. Having grown up on the ranch I've seen my share of it while working in the slaughter house every fall."

"That's interesting. I wouldn't have taken you for a farm girl." She handed her a few antacid tablets.

"Thank you."

Bobby chimed in redirecting the meandering conversation, "So Jonathan goes to church?" 

"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. Or rather, I wouldn't consider him marriage material if he didn't."

"I take it your faith is important to you?" He pressed.

"It is very important. It is for me and for Jonathan. Jonathan and I both teach Sunday school and we go to services at least twice a week."

"What's he teach?" Bobby asked.

"He teaches the senior high kids and I teach elementary children."

"I don't mean to probe, Ms. Ashby" Mariko asked, "but do you take a traditional view of what the Bible has to say?"

"What do you mean by traditional?"

"That the man is the head of the home; that women were made to serve men; that women should not wear makeup or jewelry or that it's a sin to work on the Sabbath. That kind of stuff"

"Well, I'd say she does," Bobby said assumingly.

The two ladies ignored him. "Yes I do." Sharon answered.




A Tennessee Education Pt. 01



"And you are OK with that?"

"I am. I don't see why I wouldn't be."

"Well Bobby here has his mother cook for him most every day even though he has a kitchen in his basement apartment and yet he tells me he lives independently from them. Does that seem right to you?"

"I don't know his situation, Ms. K so I really can't comment."

"I think he's lazy and is taking advantage of his mother. The man is almost forty. I think it's time for him to grow up and move out."

"Maybe it is but that's probably a separate issue. Maybe his mom enjoys cooking for him and having him around the house."

Bobby grinned.

"I take it you enjoy waiting hand and foot on... What's his name?"

"Jonathan. Yes I do."

"And does he wait on you," she asked.

Sharon thought for a moment. She didn't remember anyone having asked her such a question. "As a matter of fact, no he doesn't but why should he? There's nothing in the Bible that says a man should wait on a woman."

"And that's OK with you? You don't have a problem with that?"

"I don't understand where you are going with this," she said redirecting her question.

"I'm not going anywhere with it. I'm just trying to understand you. I know the Bible does say a man should love his wife so much that he is willing to die for her. I think there's a lot of room in that statement for men to serve. Don't you?"

"I guess. I never thought about it."

"You should."

"Why?"

"Because I don't think it's right for you to dote all over him and let him assume he has a right to tell you to do this, or fetch that, or assume he has ownership of you."

"But that's what the Bible says," her attitude becoming more defensive. "Maybe I'm just different from other women you've met."

"Actually Ms. Ashby you aren't. I know lots of women like you."

That response surprised her. She asked, "Do you go to church too?"

"I do."

"Then that makes sense."

Ms. K didn't answer but suddenly slid out of the booth and stood. Looking at Bobby she said, "You can go now. I want to talk with Ms. Ashby alone."

He looked at her with an obviously surprised expression. He could not figure this woman out and that bothered him. He was about to say something but thought better of it. Quietly he slid out, and excused himself. "I'll see you back at school Ms. Ashby. I'm going to visit Mr. Richardson's biology class."

"Thank you Bobby. I'll see you later."

When he had left Ms. K sat. Sharon wasn't sure why she had just excused him but waited for her to say something profound. When she didn't, she broke the silence. "I take it you wanted to talk to me privately?"

"There was no need for him to be here. He just wanted to hear things he'd only gossip to others. Having him here did neither him nor us any good. He needed to go."

Sharon smiled. "I could never do what you just did but I love the way you handled him."

"He's no different than any other man. He has one thing on his mine all the time."

"Work?" Sharon asked.

Mariko broke into a hearty laugh. "Work, oh my god woman you are from a different planet! Work is the last thing on his mind. It's sex that consumes him."

"And what gave you that clue?"

"Oh, just that one of the first things out of his mouth last week about you was a comment on how you dress; that he can't maintain eye contact with me but kept looking at my boobs. Didn't you see how he undressed that waitress?"

"I did. It was disgusting."

"Indeed it was. I wanted to grab his balls and make him scream."

Sharon covered her mouth with a hand. "Ms. K! She exclaimed."

"All men are the same and the sooner you understand that the better off you will be. I believe it's a woman's job to control them and not take that kind of crap."

"I don't believe in that. At least Jonathan isn't that way."

"Ms. Ashby," Mariko said, "Jonathan is no different than Bobby or Mr. Williams, or Mr. Richardson, or your father or any other guy. It's how they are programmed and how they think. It's something I learned the hard way a long time ago. Now I try to help other women avoid similar difficulties by teaching them how to handle their husband or partner."

"Did you yell at him this morning?" Sharon asked not quite sure how to change the subject.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because when we met in the conference room he was obviously upset. All he told me is that he had met with you to fill out some paperwork but I could see he was an emotional wreck."

Ms. K. smiled. "Men need to know their place. Let's just say we had a misunderstanding that we had to get straightened."

Her eyebrows piqued. "Is that what your pastor preaches - men needing to know their place?"

"Yes, she does."

"She?"

"Yes. The pastor is a she. Does that surprise you?"

"Well yes! That's not Biblical."

"Oh Sharon," she said dumbfounded at her stupidity. "And I guess you believe God is a man too. Don't you?"

"Well yea."

"Where does it say that? I'll tell you where it says that. Nowhere."

"Well..."

"Well nothing," she interrupted. "Why do you believe in something that isn't even written down?"

"I don't," she said defensively.

"Of course you do. You just as much told me you did."

"And my guess is you believe that women should serve men."

Sharon looked intently at the older woman. "It's written in the Bible." She said almost in a whisper.

"Have you ever given any thought to the context of when that stuff was written or if their might have been some bias when a group of men decided on the exact wording of the original manuscripts?"

"No. Why should I?"

"Because the world was a different place back then. Men lived and died by the sword. The Bible was written at a time when things were so barbaric. That's why women had to submit. They had no other choice. A single woman would be killed, raped or sold into slavery. He had to find a man just to stay alive and if she ever dared to assert herself she'd likely be killed or made an example."

"And that is supposed to make a difference?"

"Do you believe God wants to subject women to some type of second rate life?"

"I don't know."

"Oh come on. You are a college graduate aren't you?"

"A Master's from Vanderbilt," she said proudly.

"Then for god's sake think."

"I believe what the Bible says is how we should live."

"Because men know how to best treat women?" she asked acrimoniously.

"Yes. Because when men rule as head of the home, they please God."

"You are a fool."

Sharon could feel her blood beginning to boil and her stomach was becoming more irritable by the minute, which wasn't making this conversation any more enjoyable. Of course she was right. She and Jonathan had talked about this very subject at length - even studied it together. He felt completely comfortable making the decisions on their behalf and why not. It was how he was raised; how his father lived, and how his mother lived under his dad's authority. He was God's representative in their soon to be marriage. She would put her trust in him because he sought out God's direction. It was one of the things she loved most about him. It was how she was raised by her parents and how he was brought up too. What right did this woman have to challenge one of the very tenants of her faith? No right; none at all. Dam her for doing so!

"Ms. K, you are so wrong about this," she said firmly. "I don't know how your husband feels about this but obviously you two must disagree on this matter."

"I don't have a husband." She said stiffly.

"Oh," she said astonished. "I assumed you were. Well then that explains it. If you were married I think you'd have a different perspective."

Mariko smirked. "You do, do you?"

"Yes, I do."

She looked at her watch. "It's been good talking with you Ms. Ashby. Maybe we can continue this discussion at another time."

Sharon only nodded. She had no intention of talking further with her. There was nothing to be gained other than being frustrated with her values being challenged unnecessarily.

Before Ms. K stood she handed Sharon a business card. "I lead a women's group. We meet every Thursday night in the basement of our church. Over a hundred women come regularly. We talk about women's issues and how to properly run a home. I believe all of the women either are, or were married to men like Jonathan. You should come. I think you might find the meetings interesting and the women's stories even more so."

Sharon took the card, read the name of the church, 'The First Feminist Congregation.' Rolling her eyes she stuffed the card deep into a side pouch she rarely used. "Thank you. I'll think about it."

"Will you?"

"Maybe."

"I hope you do. Like Bobby said, walking into a bar isn't going to condemn you to hell. Neither will a visit to a church that is run by a woman."

The dig stung but she wasn't even certain Ms. K intentionally tried to get a rise out of her or just stating the obvious. She was right about the risks of attending the women's group, but then again, why should she even consider? She was perfectly content with how things were between her and her man and she knew he would never approve of her attending such a meeting. Sharon slid out of her side of the booth, and together they walked the four city blocks back to work. 

When they entered the school Sharon said, "I need to visit the bathroom. I don't feel so well." 

"Use the staff bathroom in the office area. It's clean and private. Do you need some more antacids?"

"No. I think I need to throw up."

"If you don't feel well, just take the rest of the day off."

"I might just do that."

"If you see Mr. Lewis, tell him to make sure he sees be before he heads home," Mariko added.

"I'll text him now," Sharon said. "I might take you up on your offer and get out of here early."

Sharon headed to the restroom and Ms. K to her office. Twenty minutes later Sharon left work. She had voided from both ends and although she felt much better she didn't want to chance a recurrence.

.............

She grabbed him by what hair he had, yanked his head back into position and pressed her pussy firmly against his face. His tongue lapped against her soft flesh. It sent wonder feelings rocketing through her body, but his technique still needed work; lots of work. Every so often he'd let his front teeth rake across her clit sending a shot of pain deep into her sex. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

He answered "What am I ..." 

He never finished asking the question. She slapped him hard across the face; the force of her blow bringing tears to his eyes. 

"You know better than that. You never speak. You should know this by now. Your job is to lick. That's it. Nothing more."

She looked down at the 40ish year old man and wondered why in the world she was doing this. His hair was thinning, he had a soft paunch about his middle and handsome was not a word that even came anywhere close to describing him. But he was a project and this was for the greater cause. Besides, others deeply appreciated the time she spent with him but this one was troublesome. It had taken her months of training and he was just now starting to get it. Just when she thought he was learning, he'd do something stupid like this. It wasn't the teeth that were so much of concern but rather the remark. She could correct technique. That was the easy part; the enjoyable part for her and usually pretty easy to teach. It was the attitude she hated. Nothing irritated her more than a man not knowing his place. Like she said, his job was to act, not think.

"Look," she said for the tenth time, "keep your upper lip over your teeth. Don't ever let it move away from them. It hurts when I grind on your mouth and hit a tooth. It ruins all of the pleasure you worked so hard to give me. It makes me not want to make you eat me. Is that the message you want to convey?"

He shook his head.

"Good because that's not what I want either. I know your mouth is getting tired but do you think you can do it right this time?"

He nodded in the affirmative.

"Good because if you do this again, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

Pushing his head back down against the floor she knelt over him and lowered her sex to his waiting mouth. She let him work and like before his licking began to arouse her. He was good when he put his mind to it but it was being consistent with his ministrations that still suffered. Her pelvic motions became more pronounced, more purposeful as her pleasure increased. This felt nice. This felt real nice. She moved again, first bobbing up and down and then rocking her hips slowly over his protruding tongue. Her juices flowed. He kept his composure and this time when she began to move more erotically, using him as he was meant to be used, he kept his dam teeth covered. She looked down. She loved seeing a man between her legs, even if he wasn't one she'd take home for good. The thought of her using him made her feel wonderful and that feeling was indeed addictive. It's what made doing this nearly every day worthwhile. She smiled but he never saw it. The blindfold covering his eyes had been there for over an hour and would be there for at least another. He had no idea who she was or what she looked like and he never would. He was just a man being remade into a new man - into a better man.

"Oh yesss," she cried out in delight as her body seized. Every muscle contracted as the pleasurable tsunami came crashing in the form of an orgasm. After she came she slowly pulled her cunt away from his face and eventually stood. Securing his cuffed hands to a nearby eyebolt with a padlock she left the room. Ten minutes later she reappeared having showered and dressed.

"Take care Larry. Don't forget what you learned today."

Larry knew better than to respond. He had felt her wrath too many times in the past. He was learning even though the process had been painfully slow. It had taken several months; several painful months but he had come so far. He laid waiting, his arms stretched overhead. Sometimes he waited only a few minutes; at other times the wait lasted hours. It was all a part of the process of the remolding, as he heard it termed. And it worked. At least it worked on him. The cold of the concrete chilled his body. Not only was it unyielding but it sucked the heat from his core. Within an hour his hands and feet grew cold; within three he could not stop shivering; after five, well, he hoped he wouldn't have to endure that again. He hoped someone would come before too long - before the cold really penetrated. He hated feeling so helpless yet he knew there was no one to help him other than the one who would eventually come.

Once he had called for help. It was a mistake he'd never repeat. He only yelled twice before he was soaked with freezing water. He thought he was alone. He thought no one was there and maybe she had gone but someone was there waiting patiently to see how he'd respond; how he'd react; how he'd handle himself when the wait superseded his own expectations. He had been told from the beginning that he was to remain quiet and do whatever any female voice instructed. After every lesson the comment from the woman was the same. "Lay still. Don't move. Don't speak a word." On that day he chose to disobey and the penalty was to be anchored to the eyebolt even longer while his sopping wet body shivered convulsively for several hours.

On this day and after what seemed to be hours, a presence entered, secured a leash to the steel collar he wore and led his naked body out into the cold night air. She pushed him into the hold of a car. He heard the door slam and once more he lay in silence. Thirty minutes later the trunk opened and he was led into a garage where he was once more secured to an eyebolt. No words were ever spoken between him and his transporter. 

There was nothing pleasant about the entire ordeal and yet, there was something completely pleasant about it all. And that is what Larry couldn't figure. As much as his world had flipped upside down in recent months, there was a peace that had started to permeate his mind that had never been there before; not even when he had complete control of everything and everyone around him. He waited once more, this time hoping it would be for his wife. Hopefully she would come before too long.



A Tennessee Education Pt. 02



Disaster strikes Sharon and Bobby leading to drastic changes

This is the second of a seven part story of a Bobby Lewis, an educational consultant, who happens to find himself in a unique relationship with both is co-worker and a school secretary. The story is of course fantasy and is one in which female dominance/femdom is advocated. If female dominance/male submission or man subjugated to slavery is not your cup of tea you will not want to read further. If it is, I hope you enjoy the read. Before you read Part 2, please read Part 1 as each part builds on the one previous.

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A Tennessee Education

Part 2: Changes

As Sharon Ashby left the parking lot she called Jonathan to let her know she needed to cancel plans for this evening. He was going to come to her place for dinner and then watch a movie but with her feeling as she did, she knew she'd be less than ideal company. His phone rang several times and then went to voicemail. She was about to leave a message when she decided to stop by to see him instead. First Federal was almost on her way home. Instead of taking the Parkway exit she got off at Walnut and headed over to Market. Parking across the street from the bank she got herself situated, brushed her hair and looked in the visor mirror. Just as she was about to get out she saw Jonathan exit the bank with a dark-haired woman hanging on his arm. She looked once more, not believing what she saw. It was him and by the look of the way she had her arm wrapped inside his, they obviously knew one another. She watched them turn left out of the front door and walk arm in arm on a beautiful September afternoon. Tears filled Sharon's eyes as the magnitude of what she was taking it began to settle.

"That bastard!" She whispered. "Oh My Jonathan, what have you done?"

Her mind was in a whirl of feelings, thoughts, emotions and turmoil. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Opening the car door she leaned out and vomited caring not that others might be watching. Spitting whatever leftovers still clung to the thick mucus still in her mouth she closed the door, wiped her face with a tissue and pulled out of the parking spot she had claimed a moment earlier. She drove slowly anticipating that Jonathan and the woman would turn into the parking garage just ahead. They did. Sharon pulled over to the curb and waited. Soon she saw the familiar Infinity sedan pull out and head north. She followed. In another ten minutes she realized he was heading home. She let them pull ahead out of sight while she took an indirect route to his place. 

Arriving some ten minutes after they had Sharon parked around the corner from his condo she walked to the back entrance using her key to enter through the walk out basement door. Silently she ascended the carpeted stairs. Once on the main level she saw what she feared and suspected. Clothing was scattered on the living room floor, on the stairs, and she imagined, in the upstairs master's bedroom.

"Oh Jonathan," she thought, tears once more streaming down her cheeks. "Why?"

Deciding to confront the situation immediately she headed up. The door was mostly closed but opened enough that she could see in. He was lying on top and fucking her hard. She watched his ass pumping like a jackhammer and listened to her crying in ecstasy as he brought her closer to an orgasm. 

"You fucking whore!" he shouted. "This is what bitches like you deserve."

"Oh yesss!" she cried out, "Fuck me like you mean it."

"I'm going to, you bitch. You don't deserve a cock like mine but you're going to get it and get it good."

He grunted and she could see that the two of them had been going at this for a while. Sweat glistened across his back and it was obvious he was having the time of his life. But the whole scene seemed surreal. She had never, ever heard him swear during the entire three years they had dated. Even after he had proposed he hadn't, even once, pressured her to have sex. "So why this? Why all the profanity? Why the double life?" She couldn't make sense of it and in the process lost any gumption to walk into their lovemaking and face him. Instead she stood amazed as a new emotion that she had never felt toward Jonathan brewed. Hate. She felt unbridled hate for disrespecting her. "God," she fumed, "it wasn't disrespect it was outright betrayal."

Sharon stepped back when he pulled her roughly to her feet almost throwing her against the wall. He pinned both arms overhead and thrust is cock inside her roughly. She could see it all. She watched feeling emotionally disconnected from her physical presence. His erection was full although his cock was surprisingly diminutive in size although quite thick. Jonathan and the woman locked gazes as the cadence of his pounding gradually quickened. She groaned. He groaned and then she came in a rush screaming and begging for more. He pulled out, apparently not wanting to come and watched her shake in ecstasy.

"I'm that good," he said confidently. "I can make you come any time I want."

"Make me come again big boy. Make me come in the bathroom."

"You are a fucking whore?" He said picking her off her feet and whisking her into the adjacent room. 

"Bend over like the dog you are and let me drill that cunt of yours one final time."

And so he did.

Sharon dejectedly walked down the stairs and out the front door. She didn't care. Her mind was numb. The tears flowed and once she was partway down the sidewalk so did the sobbing. Minutes later she found herself at her car not even remembering how she got there. It was over. They were over. What she witnessed was exactly the same thing her twin sister Debbie had experienced years ago. She was Sharon's twin although not her identical. Mom always said they were the prettiest of the children but Sharon knew Debbie was the most beautiful. She had it all. She was the high school homecoming queen, the county fair queen and one of the final runner-ups in the Oklahoma beauty pageant. Unfortunately Debbie had discovered her husband of less than a year arranged for two of his buddies to get into their house and rape his wife while he watched through the mostly closed door. The two guys fucked her repeatedly and kept their faces hidden under ski masks. Several weeks later her husband made a passing comment which she picked up on. She couldn't believe he had set up the entire event. Within a month she had her marriage annulled but the episode had devastated her sister and sent her into a deep depression for months. Only intensive counseling and therapy brought her slowly back to health. That was almost ten years ago but Sharon knew permanent damage had been done. Since that event, Debbie had rarely dated and only in the last year had she acted once more like the spunky sister she loved so dearly. "And now me! And now me? Why God? Why?"

She had no answers and for the longest time sat with both hands on the steering wheel and her head slumped forward, resting on her hands. The noise of a car in the quiet neighborhood made her look. It was a cab and it slowed as it passed her and stopped after turning the corner. Sharon got out and started walking. A moment later the cute dark-haired woman bounded out the front door and walked hurriedly to the cab. Sharon sprinted to the opposite back door and opened it just as the cab started to move. The driver put on the brakes when he heard the other door open. The woman beside her was taken aback.

"Get out of here," the girl said.

"Drive," Sharon yelled to the cabbie.

He didn't so she pulled a $20 from her purse and tossed it over the front seat. "I said drive."

The car slowly drove off.

"Do you know who I am?" Sharon asked.

"No clue. And I have no idea why you are in my cab."

"How long have you been seeing Jonathan?"

"So you know him?"

"Yes. I know him. How long have you two been together?" she asked once more.

"We aren't a thing. We just meet up every now and then whenever he calls."

"Just to fuck?" Sharon couldn't believe the word had left her mouth but she also had never felt such hatred for the man she had given everything to.

"What business of what we do is yours?" the woman said firmly.

"I know what you were doing in there. I saw you. I watched him do you on the bed, against the wall and then in the bathroom."

"What are you lady some kind of Peeking Tom?"

"No," she snapped, "I'm his fiancée." 

The woman lost all of the wind in her sails when Sharon conveyed her relationship with Jonathan. She reached out and touched Sharon's hand. "Ma'am, I had no idea. Really, I didn't. He pays me to have sex and endure whatever kinky fantasies he has. He seems like a nice guy but we have no relationship. He means nothing to me. My relationship with him is nothing more than a business partnership."

Sharon burst into tears. "Oh my god, he's paying you to have sex? Oh god. What's become of him?" She balled. The sobbing continued for a long time. The woman said nothing but embraced the pitiful bride to be. 

When she was able to compose herself she asked again, "How long has he been paying you?"

"For at least a year, Ma'am. He calls me, usually on a Tuesday. Mostly we go to a hotel but sometimes he takes me to his place. I don't know why he changes our meeting place but then again, it really doesn't matter to me."

"So you are with him every week?" She asked aghast he had lived this sham of a life for so long and so often. She began realizing he believed he could have this woman on the side and not have her interfere with their relationship! She wondered just how many times he had held and kissed her and imagined it was this woman in his arms rather than she. The thought of this felt repugnant.

"Yes, about once a week," she reiterated. 

"Always for sex?"

"Mostly. A few times he took me to dinner but we always ended up in bed eventually."

Sharon remised, "He probably did that on days when I was out of town."

"I wouldn't know."

She cried some more, this time curling up in the seat with her face pressed between her knees. The woman stroked her hair and when the cries grew more hysterical the lady asked, "Are you OK Ma'am? Are you OK?"

Sharon nodded and looked up.

"Driver," she said through sobs, "please take me to my car. It's around the corner from where you got her."

"Yes Ma'am," the old man whispered, "Whatever you want." He had been obviously a part of the entire conversation and felt sympathetic for a situation that was all too common these days.

The three companions sat in silence for the remainder of the drive to Jonathan's. When they arrived, Sharon pointed to where her car was and the cabbie pulled up alongside.

"Thank you for talking," Sharon said.

"I'm really sorry for what happened. Please believe me that I never knew he was involved with another woman. He told me I was the only one he ever saw."

"I don't' blame you. I feel sorry for you. Sorry that you do this for a job, but I don't blame you. I blame him, that bastard."

She turned away and exited, tossing the cabbie another $20 before closing the door.

...

At 3:15 that afternoon Bobby ran his school badge over the scanner, clocked out and hurried to his car. He hadn't a minute to spare. The drive home would take him a good hour, maybe more given the time of day and then it would take him a another two hours to get to the stadium. He had to hurry so seeing Ms. K would have to wait until tomorrow. 

He threw his briefcase into the seat next to him, cranked the radio, fired up the car and buckled his seatbelt while pulling out of the parking spot. It was the sickening sound of metal on metal that suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh shit!" He exclaimed.

Pulling his car forward a few feet he slammed it into park and jumped out. The late model Lexus he drove had barely a scratch on its bumper but the older Chevy he had hit hadn't faired so well. The front quarter panel was pushed in and the headlight was crushed. He checked the sticker hanging from the rearview mirror. The car belonged to as student. 

"Dam kid shouldn't be parking in the faculty lot anyway," he rationalized. 

Hopping back into his car he turned the wheel hard and headed home. He had left no paint on the damaged vehicle and none was on his. No one would know and besides, the car he had bumped wasn't worth much anyway. The tires were bald and the paint peeling in several places. When he had looked inside, the interior didn't look much better. Bobby rationalized, "When the kid, whoever he was, got to his car and saw the damage, he'd chalk this one up to a life lesson of not parking in the wrong lot." 

After negotiating only mild city traffic he made his way onto the interstate and phoned Brad who said he'd be at his place within the hour. He next called Jasmine and let her know he would be out of town for the evening. She begged him to change plans, letting him know that if he did she'd make his night one he'd not soon forget. 

"Jasmine. I can't. Do you know how lucky I am to get tickets for the game?"

He smiled listening to her remark.

"We can go out tomorrow. I promise. And no, you can't sleep with me tonight."

He hung up the phone, put two hands on the wheel, accelerated to 75 mph. A minute later his phone chimed. Checking the text it was a naked pick of Jasmine. "Dam she looked delicious," he thought." She sure knew how to tempt a guy in all the right ways." He drove the rest of the way with the music cranked but opened his phone several times to drool over the pic she sent.

Brad was already at his place when he pulled into the driveway. When he got in he was surprised to see Willie and JT in the back looking at something on their cell and laughing hysterically.

"Hey," Bobby said, "I didn't know we had a party in here."

"Lewis, how you doing?" JT asked.

Brad pulled out of the drive and headed out of town. The guys had been friends for years and all attended Randolf Central back in the day. JT and Willie never made it through twelfth grade and Bobby was the only one that ever went on to college. But regardless of their educational differences they were the best of friends. JT and Bobby were the only ones yet to marry with Brad being the elder statesmen having been married for the better part of 18 years.

"Brad tells me you got yourself a got girl finally," JT said.

"She's alright," he answered noncommittally.

"Oh shit she's only OK, she's Judy's friend. I don't know if they still hang together but when Jude was in school I remember the two of them together."

"Holy fuck Lewis, how did you land that little bitch?"

"Paid for part of her bill the other day at Walmart and then she asked me out."

"I can't put a face on her," Willie said. "You got a picture?"

"Sure do." Bobby pulled up the photo she had just sent him on the way home and handed the phone to the guys to drool over.

"Look at the tits on that chic!" Willie howled. "Dam she is fine looking."

"How does she fuck?" JT asked.

"Don't know. I'm going to take my time and get to know this one."

"Get to know her. Boy you lost your mind? Stick you dick inside that wet hole; that's how you get to know her. What the hell are you waiting for? I'd of gotten me some meat the first time I went out with her."

"Maybe that's why she didn't ask you out, and besides you already got yourself a wife."

"The old lady don't look noth'in like that though."

"Got any more pics from the little girl Lewis?" JT asked.

"Nope, she just sent that one today."

"Get her to send you another one. I want to see her pussy."

Naw, can't do that."

"C'mon. Just see what she says."

Bobby shook his head and took the phone back. He decided to send a text to Jasmine and did so after the conversation turned to the upcoming ballgame. His cell vibrated and when he checked the photo his eyes widened. She was lying with her legs apart and both hands spreading her pussy wide open letting him see the moist opening of her cunt. Without a word he handed the phone to JT and a moment later the car erupted in laughter, gasps and hoots as the boys passed the pic around.

The guys laughed frenetically as they talked about how perfect her body was and JT decided that they needed to do a gangbang so they could all enjoy what Bobby seemed so reluctant to try.

"I'm sure she's a good lay," Bobby said. "I just don't know why she picked me over some younger stud."

"Bobby, you got coin boy. She's looking for marriage material," Willie said.

"Yep, won't be long before those boobs start to sag and the ass gets three times as big. Better get her sooner than later Lewis," Brad said patting his friend on the shoulder and shooting him a grin.

At 2am Brad and he parted ways. The game was a real nail biter but the Titan's had pulled it out in OT, 24-21, winning on a 57-yard field goal that kissed the right upright before slipping between the posts for the victory. The ride home was relaxing with Brad behind the wheel. Bobby had a blast hanging with three of his best friends. They laughed, joked and took the liberty to open a bottle in the car - actually 24 bottles - as the three passengers finished off a case of beer during the two hour ride home. JT and Willie got out on the north side of town after which Brad took the last of the drunk's home. Bobby thanked his friend and with a pounding headache and his world now moving in slow motion he waved goodbye. Shutting the car door he stumbled down the steps and into his basement apartment, stripped down to his underwear, took a long piss and climbed between the sheets. The bed was warm and the naked woman that wrapped her arms around him even warmer. She sighed invitingly when their bodies touched.

"What are you...?!"

"She put her hand over his mouth and then climbed on top of him plunging her tongue into his mouth while he slid his hands over her hips and ass. She knew she had him. She could feel his arousal almost immediately and pressed her sex against his cock just to let him know she approved of his erection.

"Shhh," she said after their kiss finally broke. "I told you I wanted to sleep with you."

Bobby started to object but she French kissed him once more. Satisfied that he would let her have her way she pulled the covers off and spun around. Straddling his face with her knees she grabbed onto his cock with both hands and sunk her mouth down onto the vertical shaft that protruded heavenward. Kneeling over his face she intentionally positioned herself so he could see her pussy in the dim light of the moon that barely illuminated the room. Hearing him moan she licked and sucked his cock a while longer. Satisfied she tore open the condom from its foil wrapper and slid it over him.

"Now fuck me," she whispered into his ear.

"He assumed a position on top and put his 39 year old cock into a woman for the first time in a very long time. His mind was in an alcoholic fog but there was enough of his consciousness intact to know that he was screwing one hell of a beautiful woman. As he pounded down she heaved her chest up, letting her heavy breasts push into his pecs. He wrapped one arm under the small of her back and pulled her tight as plunged his cock inside her again and again.

"Oh Bobby," she moaned, "Oh Bobby! How does it feel? How do I feel?"

Grunting he answered, "You feel wonderful."

"Tell me what you like?"

Bobby groaned. "Everything; your body is perfect."

She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him passionately. "It felt so good to put her tongue inside him while she got fucked," she thought.

It took no time at all. Soon he tensed and came. When he did, Jasmine smiled.

"I love to make a man come," she cooed. "Did it feel good?"

"Oh baby. It felt incredible."

"Good. That's what I wanted. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow."

Bobby grunted something that told her he wanted to and stumbled into the bathroom. When he returned the bed was empty.




A Tennessee Education Pt. 02



"Where are you going?" He asked.

She was just slipping into her jeans when she answered. "I need to be at work in the morning. I'm going home to get some sleep."

"Stay!" he pleaded.

"Bobby, you are too easy. One fuck and now you want me to stay?" She laughed. "Too bad you had to go to that game. That could have been our tenth fuck of the night but I guess the game was more important." She smiled an in-your-face smirk.

"C'mon. Stay."

"Not tonight big guy; maybe another time."

She kissed him goodbye, squeezed his limp cock and headed out the door.

On her way home she thought about the brief interlude. She had played her cards perfectly, beginning with the picture of her standing seductively in the nude. Other guys had told her how hot that pic was and she had saved it knowing she'd need it in the future. She looked forward to seeing him earlier and even though he kept telling her he couldn't because of the game her texting all night long had paid off. On the way home they had texted for more than an hour and by then she was so horny she had to have him tonight. She saved the best of his comments, the ones in which he said how much he cared for her, how pretty she was and how much he loved Flipper. That one made her smile knowing he was referring to her tattooed breast. She slipped out of her clothes and fell asleep almost immediately after crawling into her own lonely bed. Once more she could rest contentedly knowing that out there was a man that cared for her.

...

"Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" Bobby yelled from inside his car. Checking the time it said 8:02 and he was still at least 45 minutes from work. He couldn't believe he had overslept. He swore he had set the phone alarm but somehow either he hadn't heard it or it had never gone off. Sharon was going to be upset for sure. Hopefully Mr. Williams' wouldn't hear of his tardiness. He needed this job. This gig might be the turning point to his career as an educational consultant if this school could make strides in the right direction academically. He knew it would take a ton of work to get to that point but if things went as well as he hoped, and if word got out, he anticipated he'd be a sought after commodity and could spend the rest of his career, demanding six figure numbers, working with one delinquent educational system after another. After all, it wasn't like the area wasn't full of schools in trouble.

But he needed to smooth things out with Sharon as soon as he arrived. He hoped she'd understand and, he rationalized, he'd only be an hour late; maybe not even that if the traffic wasn't bad. She was the key. Yea there was Ms. K but in truth, it was Sharon that he needed to schmooze. She was the one that worked for the state and she was the one that would be his ticket to success. She carried the weight of the State of Tennessee and would be the one touting just how competent this guy from the little country town in Randolf was. 

That was his dream but that was a dream for another day. Right now he needed to figure how he was going to explain the bloodshot eyes, and the late arrival to Miss 1950. Most likely she'd show up in one of those handmade cotton dresses of hers that she always seemed to wear. "Why didn't the woman ever dress in something that revealed a little skin and let him see whether or not she had as tight an ass as he thought she might?"

It was almost 9 when he found a place to park. Hurrying into the school he scanned the lobby, then the main office area before heading to the conference room. When he couldn't find her he walked to the end of the hall and started peering into classrooms, beginning with Room 1202. Twenty minutes later he sent her a text. 

"Dam, I didn't want this to happen. She is not going to be pleased," he said to himself.

He waited ten minutes. No text came. Seeing no other option Bobby returned to the lobby and entered the administrative office area.

"Have you seen Sharon today Mariko, I can't locate her."

The woman continued to type without acknowledging the man had ever asked a question.

"Excuse me, Mariko," he said a little louder, "have you seen Sharon today?"

Mariko stopped what she was doing and stood and walked around the desk. She strode straight past him, almost brushing against his body. She reached the door and closed it. Returning to her seat she left standing Bobby frozen in his tracks. She sat and stared up at him saying nothing for the longest time. Her beautiful eyes bore into him and despite her beauty her presence unnerved and even frightened him. He stood looking at her, his eyes moving from her to the floor and back again. He could not maintain eye contact without feeling awkwardly intimidated. 

He could take the silence no more. "Is something wrong?" He finally said.

"I don't know why I am even bothering with you."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is I don't know why I'm taking time away from my day when this is probably your last day with us."

Bobby's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I can't believe you can act so clueless to something you obviously know quite well."

"Mariko, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Mariko stood and jammed two fingers into his chest, "Don't you ever call me Mariko again," she said poking him with every syllable that she enunciated.

The effect was immediate and Bobby cowered, "I - I'm sorry Ms. K. Forgive me."

"I don't forgive you. Do you know what I think of you?"

"No. But I don't think I want to know either."

"You probably don't but let's cut to the chase. Today you arrived what, one hour late?" She didn't wait for him to respond. "And yesterday you left almost two hours early. I don't call those decisions responsible. I call them immature and irresponsible. Last week you disrespected me when I called you to my office but you felt as if your time was more important than mine. During the past week and a half I have noticed as you've made less than flattering comments towards Ms. Ashby's dress and manner. Yesterday at lunch you stared at that waitress as if you were trying to visually undress her. You capped things off by leaving work and damaging another car and leaving the scene without reporting it to campus security. And you think you have the right to prance in here and call me Mariko and ask where Sharon is and act as if you've done nothing wrong?

"I - I"

She held up her hand to silence him. "I don't want to hear even one excuse because you don't have any. You don't have an excuse for deliberately showing up late or leaving early. You don't have an excuse for making a deliberate choice to gawk at that waitress. You don't have an excuse for driving off after you hit that car. You don't have an excuse for making the choice to put everyone else second to you. And it is for that reason that you will most likely get a call this afternoon from downtown to inform you that you will be relieved of your duties."

Bobby took a deep breath and stared upward. "Ms. K, please." His voice oozing with worry.

"Please? What in the hell are you pleasing me about?" Her anger was apparent but controlled.

"I need this job. Most of the things I did were stupid on my part. I admit that and leaving without reporting that accident was really dumb. Please," he begged. "I need this job."

"What you need is to grow up. What you need is to not think of yourself first all the time. What you need is to be properly trained."

"What I need is to keep my job," he said once more. "Can't we clean the slate and start over? I won't screw up anymore. Really I won't."

"Mr. Lewis. Do you know who Beverly Caldwell is?"

"Yes, I met her last week. She is one of the women that work downtown."

"To be more precise she is the administrative assistant to the Superintendent of Schools." Mariko added.

"OK."

"You hit her daughter's car."

"Oh shit!" He blurted.

"There you go again," she yelled, "unable to control your tongue and emotions."

"Sorry."

"I ought to kick you out of here right now. I'm so sick of dealing with the likes of you! You try my patience Mr. Lewis!"

"I am sorry Ma'am."

Mariko shook her head slowly trying to maintain her composure. "Ms. Caldwell is not happy with what happened. She doesn't know that we have a clear video feed of the accident but she'll see it soon enough. What's more, the car only has liability insurance on it and that won't cover the cost of repair."

"I'll pay for it," he blurted.

"Dam right you will."

Ms. K if she sees that video my goose is cooked. Who has the film?"

"I have the film. Well, Mr. Williams and I have the film."

"Ms. K, please; please, I need your help. I don't know why I keep screwing up but the fact is I need to stop. I want to stop. It's just hard sometimes."

"Most men have that problem."

"Say what?"

"I said most men have that problem. They're two dam impulsive and their egos are too big."

"Please don't let Ms. Caldwell know about the video. Just let me offer to pay for it instead."

"Mr. Lewis," Mariko said standing and walking around to him, "you are at a cross roads. You need to make some decisions."

"What decisions?"

"A decision to change; a decision to grow up; a decision to become a man and not a pervert; a decision to respect rather than continue to look at women only as the eye-candy you see them as now; a decision to humble your dam pride and put others ahead of you. You have issues and those issues are going to cost you your job."

"Please Ms. K. Please. I need this job. This is my first big break since I started working as a consultant. Don't be the one that causes me to lose this."

"Me," she said astonished. "Me, be the one that makes you lose this job? You amaze me. You just don't get it. Do you?"

She held the door open and motioned for him to leave. "Go do your work."

For the remainder of the day he sat in English class evaluating the educational process. He took notes and wrote down ideas and made comments for a report he'd write up later. Mostly his mind drifted to what Ms. K had said and about the myriad of blunders he had made during the past week. This was not a new pattern. It was how he functioned for as long as he could remember. In his past when he use to teach and later as an administrator he was able to brush those blunders aside. When he taught he was the one in control of the students and when he became an administrator he still had the upper hand on the teachers which served as his underlings. He knew he had screwed up and probably crossed a line with Ms. K and Sharon and he had to somehow make reparations tactfully. He found himself standing and politely excused himself from class and walked down to the main office an hour after being confronted by Ms. K. 

"Could you phone Ms. K and see if she is free to talk?" He asked the office secretary.

"One moment please, Mr. Lewis."

He sat and twenty minutes later the secretary informed him she would see him.

"Close the door." She said. "How can I help you?"

"He pulled out a blank check he had signed and handed it to Ms. K. Please give this to Ms. Caldwell and tell her I'm sorry."

Mariko looked at the check and handed it back, "You give it to her. You know where she works."

"I really need this job Ms. K. I really do."

"And I really need a house servant."

"What?"

"You need a job. I need a house servant." She gazed intently at him. "You need a job," she repeated, "and I need a servant."

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"Not at all Mr. Lewis, I'm just letting you know what I need. Why don't you take a drive downtown and talk to Ms. Caldwell."

Resignedly he turned to leave. "Leave the door open when you go."

It was sometime after 4pm when he arrived at the Superintendent's office. He stood outside the office on shaky legs afraid of what might happen next. Walking in, Ms. Caldwell greeted him politely and they exchanged pleasantries. When he next brought up the incident in the parking lot her smile vanished but Bobby continued to speak, explaining the accident, his hurry to leave and how foolish that decision had been. He handed her $1,500, all in 50's and told her once more how sorry he was and that if the cost was more that he would pay her immediately. She took the money and quietly thanked him. 

He left feeling somewhat better. The video feed still loomed and then there was the unapproved liberties he took with clocking out early and arriving late but at least he had made a valiant effort with Ms. Caldwell and the damaged vehicle. Fifteen minutes later he drove up the onramp and headed onto the interstate. Ten minutes after heading south on the highway his phone chimed. It was a text from Ms. K.

"If you want to remain employed: 2034 West Maple Ave, Sweet Gum, TN"

He read the message and pulled the car to the side of the road. He called her but there was no answer. He called again. No answer. He called a third time; still no answer. 

An hour later he rang the doorbell. His phone chimed.

The text read: "Enter. Kneel on the rug; head touching the floor; shoes and socks off." 

"What the fuck," he said to himself. He opened the door and walked in. The house was a modest two-story, three-bedroom home in a quiet neighborhood with mature oak, maples and elms. The inside was a reflection of her office: simple, elegant and orderly. He slipped out of his shoes and socks and apprehensively knelt placing his head on the throw rug that protected the polished hardwood beneath and waited.

"I didn't think you would come." He started to raise his head but felt a shoe against the back of his head pushing him back against the rug. "I instructed you to kneel. I didn't instruct you to do anything else."

She removed her foot and moved to a chair where she sat quietly. She let him wait and when she was satisfied she had his full attention she spoke.

"If this is going to work, it's only going to work on my terms." She was quiet once more.

Bobby thought, "OK lady, spit it out." But she didn't. She just let him wait, and wait, and wait. He hadn't noticed that she had left the room and returned some minutes later. He could hear china clinking.

Mariko sat sipping tea. When she was through she spoke, "Here are my terms. You accept all of them or none. I do not negotiate. After you've heard my terms make your choice, if you choose not to accept them, leave. If you choose to accept them remove all of your clothes and come up to my bedroom and bow facing the foot of the bed."

Bobby listened. Her words were clear, direct and completely out of the question as far as he was concerned. There was no way he was going to undress and kneel. No way. But something compelled him to wait and hear her out. The woman, he was learning, was a sociopath, a real nutcase. When she next spoke he realized she was standing immediately before him.

"Number one: you will get your clothing and toiletries from your apartment tomorrow and pack them in your trunk. Whatever doesn't fit in the trunk stays. Tell your parents you are moving closer to work."

"Number two: you will become my servant. You will obey me. You will not question me. You will not speak unless I motion for you to do so. In essence you become mine. For all intents and purposes, since you will obey only me, I will own you."

"Those are my rules, clear and simple. Number one, you are to move here and number two you are to obey me. I will leave you to your thoughts. You may go at any time if you wish but if you do, never come back, not even to work. If you agree to my terms, remain here until the clock strikes 7pm. I want you to think long and hard about your decision before you make it."

She walked away. He could hear her heading up the stairs.

...

He trudged up for what seemed the five hundredth time. The heavy weight making each step exhausting and painful. Sweat ran down his face, chest and back. "How many times had he lumbered up these tonight?" He thought. 

Rebecca sat quietly enjoying a drink while watching him. There was something really nice about watching him work so hard just because she told him so. The simple task she had given him earlier seemed innocent enough, "Walk from here to here until I tell you to stop, and by the way, this is for you. Don't let it touch the floor."

That was over two hours ago and Nick's pace had slowed steadily. Not only did he walk more deliberately; the strain of the weight was taking its toll on his body. Rebecca wondered if it was harder on him physically or emotionally. She smiled pleasantly knowing it really wasn't her concern. The spare tire she had given him to carry was bulky and awkward but not overly heavy. She rationalized it couldn't weigh that much, but she had found it enjoyable to watch him walk the fourteen steps to the second floor and back. Each trek was different than the one before. Early on he carried the tire easily grabbing it by the rim's center. Then he started holding it with both hands, then he hoisted it onto his shoulder, later it rested on his back carrying it piggy-back style. Most recently he had rested the wheel on his thigh and walked leading only with his right leg which absorbed the weight of the wheel.

This was not a punishment and Nick knew it. It was reinforcement. It was a reminder. It was in essence a refresher class, one he had failed many more times than passed. This was year nine of his education and at the tender age of 48 he wondered how many more years of 'education' there would be. Wasn't this enough? Wasn't she satisfied? Did she doubt his level of commitment? He didn't; at least he didn't anymore. He loved her and he would do anything for her - anything.

Thirty minutes later she rose and glanced up as he prepared for yet one more descent to the first floor. "Put the tire away honey, and go make me dinner."

"Yes Ma'am." He said with a tired voice.

He was indeed exhausted. She could see that. His body was a mass of red scrapes and small abrasions from where the metal edge of the rim and sharp end of the inflation stem had raked across skin. More significant than the marks that would heal within a few days was the look. It was a look that lacked emotion. His eyes were vacant sockets. His body indicating the price it had paid for obeying. Standing some 12 stairs above her she looked at his naked body. He belonged to her. He was a mass of sweat but he was all hers. He was more than 'just hers''; he was her slave and it felt so good to see him. The fact that he would do, and had done so many meaningless tasks, dropping whatever he was doing, and obeying without the slightest hint of resistance confirmed his status. The transformation of these past several years on him was nothing less than miraculous and she vowed to never go back again. She couldn't go back; or more precisely, wouldn't. She wondered if he even had the capacity to revert. She didn't think so. She smiled and turned away.

...

Mariko received the call just after 8 pm. She listened with compassion for a few minutes before inviting her over. Twenty minutes later an emotionally drained Sharon Ashby stood on her porch and rang the bell. Mariko invited her in and they immediately embraced. 

"Come, sit," she said extending a hand and offering her the loveseat in the sitting room. On the table between them was an assortment of mints, chocolates and nuts.

"I'm going to have a cup of tea. What can I get you? I have everything."

"Tea would be fine."

When Mariko returned she listened to Sharon tell her story picking up with her early departure from school and then having the sudden idea to visit Jonathan when she couldn't reach him my phone. Mariko listened; interrupting her only a few times for the next forty minutes while she bore her soul that had been so badly damaged a few days earlier. She withheld nothing, even telling her what positions the two made love, the things he said, and the debriefing she had with the woman in the cab. When she was through Mariko sat silently for some time. 




A Tennessee Education Pt. 02



She reached for a mint and then said, "I can't tell you how many women have sat right there," pointing to Sharon, "and told me a story similar to yours. There's been at least a hundred."

"Really?"

"At least that many. I've heard so many heartbreaking stories from women. Some were as young as twenty; some as old as sixty. The stories varied but they all shared the same common theme as yours."

"What's that?"

"Men failing to remain true to the one they said they loved."

Sharon wiped a tear aside. "I don't know why I called you tonight. I have lots of friends but for some reason I didn't think they'd understand."

"Maybe you thought they would judge you."

"I think you might be right. I know it would be a lot harder to describe to them about what I saw them do than it would be to tell you."

A slight smile graced Mariko's face. "And why is that, Sharon?"

"Because you are so dam blunt. I just had a gut feeling that you would be someone I could confide in and not have you tell me to tone it down."

"I'm glad you did. To be honest I am a bit surprised you called after our contentious conversation at lunch?" She said smiling once more.

"I'm here probably because of that conversation." Sharon paused and looked away. Then she asked, "Can you tell me about your marriage?"

"What makes you think I was married?"

"I just know. Will you tell me? I think there is something that I need to hear and I think you are the one I need to hear it from."

Mariko nodded. "I think you do." She said in a hushed voice.

"I grew up in Japan. My parents lived in a small apartment in Osaka. It's a city about the size of Chicago. I loved living there. It's a beautiful city. It's warm in the summer and we'd get snow in the winter. There are parks and lakes throughout and the mountains are not so far off. The city is a place of culture and tradition. I loved being a little girl growing up with my mother and father."

Father worked in the factory and mother was a musician. I was brought up very traditionally. I learned respect and obedience and from them and as far back as I can remember I was taught to be seen but not heard. I learned my lessons and was made to work very hard on my schooling. In school we learned math, and reading and writing and the sciences and history and of course English. Everyone learned to speak English fluently. At home we were taught to worship and pray to our gods. We were taught the importance of family especially our grandparents. All Japanese children are taught this. It's a parents' gift they give them so their children can live a better life than that of their parents. I know my father worked hard in the tire factory. He worked long hours and came home exhausted every night. I remember mother having dinner for him every evening at 7pm. We followed a very routine schedule; up at dawn and in bed by 8pm on school nights.

"Everywhere we were taught manners and respect and when we disobeyed we were punished with a stick or a cane or a strap; whatever the teacher or mother felt was best. I grew up as an only child. It was something that the government was encouraging although Japan was not as strict as China on this matter. When I finished my schooling I was going to attend the University in Tokyo but asked if I could travel before starting more education. My parents agreed and I traveled to Greece and Italy to see the ancient ruins of the Roman and Greek empire. I loved that part of the world. It was a peaceful place. There was more room than in Osaka. And the culture was beautiful. While I was there I met a man. Adnon was tall and olive skinned and had the most beautiful smile and deep voice and I fell for him.

Being a single girl in Japan my mother didn't want me to date. She told me I needed to finish my schooling and then I would be more appealing to a man that might want to choose me. So when I left home I felt free for the first time. My parents weren't there to tell me what I could and couldn't do. I tried lots of things I would have never done if I were home. That was how I met Adnon. Even though he was from Afghanistan and grew up in a culture and country so different than mine it did not matter. To me, he was fun to be with and so good looking and he loved me. He told me about life in Afghanistan his life and the traditions of his home seemed more similar than different from mine. It seemed the main difference was the god we worshipped but since that wasn't important to me at the time, I didn't give it much thought.

I spent three months in the Mediterranean and by that time I pretty much knew I wanted to spend all the time I could with Adnon. We flew to Kabul and from there drove for miles north and east until we came to where he lived in the northern part of the country. The land was so different from Japan or the Mediterranean for that matter. There is so little water. It really was a mountainous desert. Once we arrived in his town I soon learned how important the tribal leaders were to their society. They were the mayors, governors and civic leaders of his area. What they decided was the law and they were very conservative, at least when it came to what women could and could not do. I should have taken notice of that when I realized some of the disparities between men and women but I was so overwhelmed with Adnon that I never did.

After meeting his family, his extended family, and many of his friends, he asked me to marry him. Even though everyone seemed quite reserved in their judgment of me because I was Japanese I couldn't bear the thought of leaving him. I couldn't imagine not being together and I knew that if I declined his marriage offer I might not ever see him again. And so I went against everything my parents taught and hoped for me as their only child. I even ignored all the warning signs that all but grabbed and shook me to wake up and leave. Instead I married him."

"We married ten days after we flew out of Vienna and within a month or so our relationship changed dramatically. I quickly learned about the other side of his culture I never took notice of while I was single. I learned a woman becomes the property of her husband when she marries. I learned she cannot do anything without his permission. I learned my only societal worth was to feed him and bear his children. I learned I wasn't permitted to show my legs in public. I learned I wasn't permitted to speak to a man without Adnons' permission. I learned I couldn't even vote or drive a car. Sharon, I became his slave and I was so clueless to all the warning signs beforehand. It was hell on earth."

"Like I said, after we married Adnon changed. He expected sex every night which I didn't mind giving him but it was how he wanted it that was different. We use to make love. He was such a great lover but within a month I felt like I was sleeping with someone I didn't even know. He started getting rough and he enjoyed hurting me when we had sex. I came to hate it. About the same time he started yelling at me because I wasn't cooking meals the way his mother did. He expected me to know immediately how to cook traditional meals and when I failed he'd beat me. He beat me every night. I think he used my inability to cook as an excuse to hit me. I'd ask him for permission to go to his parents' house to learn how to cook but even when he let me, his mother refused to teach me. Most everyone in the town refused to help.

"Why?" Sharon asked.

"Because I wasn't one of them; I was Asian. I later learned they hated me because I had married one of their own. They blamed our marriage on me even though Adnon had asked me! So most nights I waited in fear for Adnon to come home from work. He'd sit at the table and eventually smash his hand down. I'd jump every time he did. It was his way of letting me know he wanted to eat. He'd eat everything because he was hungry but then he'd swear and mock me, telling me how worthless I was because I couldn't even cook as well as his little sister. He'd drag me into the bedroom and it was there that the beatings took place. Usually he would leave after he had beaten me to the point I curled up in the corner and cried hysterically. When he returned he forced me to have sex and then told me how my lovemaking was as bad as my cooking. Most night's he'd leave again and go drinking with his friends. Meanwhile I'd lie in bed and sob until he came home. Every morning he'd push me out so I could have his breakfast ready when he got up. And then he'd leave for work and lock me inside the house where it was dark and dreary. I was miserable. I married a man who I dearly loved but he broke my heart every night after we married. It didn't take long before I thought of killing him."

"I was nothing to him other than a woman he could fuck and get a meal from. I was his prisoner. For the longest time I had no friends and no way to get outside the hell-hole of a shack that we called home. I came to hate the desert, his home, his family and his friends. I hated all that dam sand that got into everything and especially came to hate the culture that oppressed women."

"So what did you do?"

"Several months after we married I met a woman at one of the annual festivals. Her name is Fania and we quickly became friends. She was married to a man who loved her and she took me under her wing and taught me how to cook. I owe my life to her. I was so beaten and bruised by then and my body hurt so badly. When I learned to cook a few of his favorite dishes he finally stopped the beatings." 

Mariko paused and wiped a tear from her eye. Sharon could see the memories of those events so many years ago were still very real in her mind. 

She continued, "I envied Fania. Her husband gave her many freedoms Adnon would not give me. She could go to the market by herself. I could only go with Adnon's mother and even then I had to have a permission note. Fania was happy. She had children that brought joy to her life even though she was no older than me. I got pregnant almost immediately after we married and gave birth to a girl. She was so beautiful but Adnon wanted a boy and told me how unworthy I was because I didn't give him the son he wanted. That was another area of contention but having Kamelah (Ka Mel' a) kept me going. I promised her I'd take care of her and give her a life better than mine.

"When Kamelah was four months old, Fania informed me Adnon often went to the whorehouse on the edge of town. That was the final straw. Somehow I was able to cope with the beatings and the alienation but when he betrayed me by fucking other women I knew I had to escape. I refused to spread my legs anymore and although he beat me because I wouldn't give him sex small bit of control strengthened me. It gave me something I could call my own. I lived that way for another year."

"It was only with Fania's help, mostly because of the money she gave me that I was able to make my way into Pakistan and then fly home. Years later I learned that Fania's husband divorced her because of the assistance she gave me. She now lives in the States and I have done what I can to help her. She has since remarried and lives in the area and we see each other frequently. We both can share stories from when we were younger."

"Your story is so sad," Sharon said after Mariko had finally finished. The tale made her feel so bad for her and she temporarily forgot about her own horrific situation. She sipped the remainder of her tea and said, "In the end both you and Fania were betrayed by your husbands."

"Yes we were," Mariko answered quietly.

For a few minutes Sharon said nothing. Mariko knew she was thinking important thoughts.

"Where is Kamelah now?" She said finally.

Mariko smiled. "She lives in Silverton."

"Oh my, she lives close by!"

"Yes, we see each other lots."

"Do you have a picture of her? I'd love to see one."

Mariko walked into the adjacent room and retrieved a small album. Inside were several photos of her daughter. Like her mother, she was tall, slender and shapely. She had darker features and her complexion reflected the Middle Eastern influence of her father. But she could see her mother in her as well. It was the eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones that Mariko and Kamelah shared although it was evident that her daughter possessed more of an exotic look that the blend of genetics between the two races expressed so beautifully.

"Your daughter is beautiful, Mariko."

"Yes she is. I get the impression as I look at these pictures that she has a strong personality like you."

Mariko smiled. "Let's just say that she tends to bend others to her will."

"So she isn't the timid sort?" Sharon asked laughing. It felt good to laugh. The past several days were ones' she wished she could wipe from her mind but this visit had brought some life back into her after having experienced so much pain and anguish. Although Mariko's story was a sad one she was so glad that she could learn about such an important part of her past. She finally felt like Mariko wasn't just a secretary. She now felt like a friend and right now she really needed a friend to whom she could divulge her deepest thoughts.

Mariko moved and sat on the loveseat next to Sharon. "I am very sorry you and I have had similar experiences."

Sharon felt the ache return. After a welcome, but brief reprieve of thinking of all of her past hurts, those overwhelmingly sad feelings rushed back the moment she alluded to her and Jonathan.

"But our lives have taken very different paths. What makes you say we share similar experiences?"

"We've both been betrayed by the men we loved."

Quietly Sharon whispered in agreement. "Yes we have."

"Even though my experience with Adnon took place in a different time and culture under different circumstances it is very much the same as your situation. Even before Adnon decided to have sex with other women betrayed me. He seduced me; he told me he loved me under false pretense; he elevated his status amongst his friends and family at my expense and once he married me he reduced me to nothing."

Sharon shook her head sadly, wiping away a tear.

"And Jonathan did exactly the same thing to you Sharon. Don't you see that?" She placed a hand on her forearm. "He never ever loved you. Maybe in words he did, but never in his heart. How could a man love when he was fucking another woman and paying for the service? How could he be with her and share his body with her at the most intimate level a man and woman can, and then tell you a few hours later that he loved you?"

"I know," she said sobbing quietly. "That's what hurts so much now. I gave him all of me and now I feel like such a sucker. He played me."

"Sadly, you were."

"Oh god this hurts. Why does it hurt so much? Am I so crazy that part of me still wants him?"

"You aren't stupid and you aren't crazy. You are grieving; you're grieving over the loss of someone you loved and cared for. It hurts because now you realize the love was not a two-way love. It was love on your part but lust on his."

"Do you know what I don't get Mariko? I don't get that he stayed with me after he started seeing her. I mean, he must have known that I'd find out sooner or later. There was no way our marriage would make it. That's what I don't get. Why not just tell me he found someone else and let me go?"

"That's a woman talking. That's not how a man thinks. A man doesn't think the same way we do. They just don't. They think with their balls. They think with sex forming the framework about which everything else revolves. It's why Bobby made comments about your dress covering too much of your body. It's why he stared at that young girl when we ate lunch. He can't help it. It's who he is. It's sad but it's true."

Sharon sat meditating on her words. After a minute of silence she commented. "That is so sad."

"What is?"

"That their thoughts are predominantly sex driven. I remember hearing on a documentary that a man thinks about sex several hundred times a day. I never really gave that much thought until now but I guess it's true."

"It is. And you and I are personal casualties to their inferior make up and thinking."

"We have our own issues too," Sharon said trying to lighten the air.

"Yes but our hormonal issues don't cause us to rape, kidnap, watch porn or have sex at the risk of losing things and people we say we hold so dear."

"Hmmm," she said. "I guess you're right."

"Come here. I want to show you something. Ordinarily I would never let you see this but something in my heart tells me you need to."

She took Sharon by the hand and led her out of the sitting room and down the short hallway. The hallway emptied onto the kitchen which was dark. Mariko stopped short of entering but came close enough. There about 15 feet in front of them knelt a naked man. He was facing away and didn't move when they approached. All Sharon could see were the soles of his feet and his white ass staring back at her.

"Oh my!" Sharon gasped. "What's going on here? Why doesn't he turn and look?"

"Not here," she said turning around and guiding the younger woman outside. They stepped out onto the porch and Mariko motioned her to sit.

"About twelve years ago I went to a musical. With me were two of my closest friends. We all had season tickets to the Academy and once a month all three of us would get together for dinner and then enjoy a nice concert, musical, play or opera. The Academy is a wonderful asset to the downtown area. On this spring evening Brigadoon was the featured musical and it was wonderful."

"I've never seen it."

"Oh, you should. I'll tell you about it sometime, but I'm digressing." Mariko turned and faced Sharon taking one of her hands in both of hers. "After the musical concluded we walked the few blocks back to my car. On the way we were stopped by a group of guys who stopped us and demanded our purses. We told them to go. When they began harassing us we screamed but then they grabbed us. Two of the men gagged me while the others accosted my friends. They drug all of us down a nearby dark alley and I watched as six of them took turns raping my girlfriends. I have no idea why they didn't do the same to me. They left us after taking our money and credit cards. The police never did find them."

"That evening changed my life Sharon. I had witnessed and experienced too much. Soon after that rape, I had to deal with all of the guilt of not being able to help my friends. I saw how much pain they endured for months after and it was then I dedicated my life to freeing women from the hands of men."

"Is that why he is in there?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. I've just started working with this one. He is somewhat unique because I have a bit of leverage to keep him under control but my goal is for him to undergo a fundamental change in his mind. He won't be the same man a year from now. I can guarantee you that."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because he is just like Jonathan and Adnon and those thugs in the alley."

Sharon let out an inaudible gasp as her mouth opened in surprise.

Mariko continued, "He's been with a married woman and he's done other smaller things that lead me to believe he needs to be taken and reprogrammed."

"Why are you telling me this? I have no intention of ever going back to Jonathan. Our relationship is through and I told him so much yesterday."

"Good for you. I'm glad you did and hope you never doubt your decision. You did the right thing. I also hope you tell the next woman he dates what you know about him if you ever get the chance."

"It would be my pleasure," she answered with emotion.

"But why are you telling me about him?" She inquired again, nodding back toward the kitchen.

"Because I don't want you to be lead astray the next time you become interested in a man."

"Oh, I won't. You can count on that."




A Tennessee Education Pt. 03



Sharon and Bobby learn the ropes as mistress and slave

In the third of seven parts of the story of Bobby Lewis and Sharon Ashby we find two co-workers in the throes of adjustment as submissive and dominant. Bobby learns what it means to serve "Sharon style" and Sharon begins to understand what it means to live with a male slave in the house. The story is of course fantasy and is one in which female dominance/femdom is advocated. If female dominance/male submission or man subjugated to slavery is not your cup of tea you will not want to read further. If it is, I hope you enjoy the read. Before you read here, please read the previous parts as each section builds on the one previous. 

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A Tennessee Education

Part 3: A New Beginning

Bobby undressed in the blackness of the trunk while Mariko made the relatively short drive home. Hearing the rustling in the rear of the car made her smile. She knew the process was going to be a long and difficult one with many hiccups and bumps in the road to reformation. It always was. No man ever transitioned smoothly. It was another one of those irksome characteristics that she despised about men. But he was learning the basics; the very, very basics. In reality, she really hadn't even begun to start undoing all of the crap that made him just another typical male. She also knew he had no clue what real obedience meant let alone what was in store for him when his training began in force. 

"Maybe tonight I'll ratchet things up ever so slightly," she said to herself. The noise in the trunk had subsided and she figured he had finished undressing. Taking the longer way home she turned off the music she was listening to and drove in silence, considering her options. By the time she pulled to a stop in her driveway she had finalized nothing and decided to let things play out as things presented.

She opened the trunk and stalked off toward the front door with him scurrying behind and hoping to not be spotted by neighbors or passersby. She waited for him to open the door and no sooner had he closed it behind, he did the unthinkable.

"May I please speak to you, Ms. K?"

She spun around so fast he never saw the hand as hit landed against his jaw. This time her fingers were curled into a ball and the blow stunned him. He instinctively reached to his mouth to check for blood but she yelled, "Present!"

Bobby froze in his tracks and stood stock still. 

Not satisfied with his posture she got within an inch of his face and yelled once more for him to present. This time he did, pulling his hands behind the small of his back and spreading his feet wide apart. She grabbed his balls which had no room to move being already sandwiched between two hunks of steel and squeezed - hard. 

"Please," he begged.

Mariko squeezed harder but Bobby quickly stepped back pulling her hand free of his testicles. She stormed off and returned some seconds later. When she approached Bobby backed away.

"Turn around," she ordered. 

He did cautiously, thankful his body was between his balls and her hands.

"Present!"

He did so and when he pulled his hands behind she snapped handcuffs on each wrist. 

"On your knees!"

He obeyed.

"Present!"She snapped again.

He rose up on his knees, extending his caged cock forward and thrusting his shoulders back. This time she knelt behind and pulled the thin cable down. It pulled on his throat compressing his trachea. He gagged and when she pulled harder his only option was to arch his torso and head back even further. That motion gave her enough room to reach between his legs and secure the clasp of the cable that hung from the back of the collar into the small ringlet that Charlie had welded to the tip of his cage. The clasp effectively kept him in this backwardly arched position and the emotional effect on her slave was instant. He could do nothing. She grabbed him around the waist and helped him to his feet which he managed without the cord causing any damage to his genitals. 

She forcefully pulled him over to the front door and yelled, "You stand here until she comes and when she arrives, let her in. Don't you move a muscle before she knocks!" She said looking straight into his eyes. However it was all he could do to make eye contact since the collar forced his neck and head so far back. "She will be here in an hour. I was going to have you fix me my dinner but after this behavior you can forget about that. You can forget about eating at all tomorrow too. Instead, you can stand here and wait and when she arrives you are to let her in without speaking a word."

That hour was one of the longest hours in Bobby's 39 years of living. Standing as he was he could do nothing. If he tried to look down or bring his head forward the collar pressed into his windpipe making him gag. Not only that but the forward motion of his head pulled the cock-cage backward and pinched his balls between the cage ring and the retaining ring. It felt like a vice was squeezing them to the point of bursting whenever he bent the least bit forward and made him feel nauseous. Being forced to look up disoriented him too. It was not a position he was use to and not being able to see the ground caused him to have trouble maintaining his balance, so much so he felt as if he'd fall at any moment. He assumed Ms. K had put something on the floor. He was sure he had heard her return and do so and he was deathly afraid of taking a step, not knowing what she had put there. In reality, there was nothing but Bobby thought there was and it forced him to remain stock still. He had come to realize she was an evil and sadistic woman.

Sharon Ashby left work, arrived home and made a simple dinner that took little time to eat. She changed out of her work attire and into a white button down cotton blouse, blue jeans and boots. After brushing her teeth she decided on the spur of the moment to freshen up and uncharacteristically applied a small amount lip gloss, eye shadow and blush. The highlights were minimal but the effects significant. She looked very pretty and although now in her mid-thirties, the small touch-up made her appear quite youthful. Slipping into size 8 jeans and sporting an ample C-cup bust her well proportioned frame stared back at her in the mirror quite pleasingly. She appreciated how she looked and smiled thinking she would be a head-turner tonight. She felt like a revived woman. 

Something internally had changed after the whole Jonathan ordeal last week. She looked at men differently. She viewed them more cautiously and anytime she thought about Jonathan or, for that matter, any man, she did so through a filter in which Mariko's influence had altered her own.

She had reevaluated her relationship with him, pondering where she might have gone wrong, where he obviously went wrong, and thought back on several situations that she completely dismissed that were clear indicators that he had been messing around. Having had a good sit-down with Mariko and seeing that man in the kitchen that night left her with thoughts to which she could not turn a blind eye. She had to admit that everything Mariko had said was true. Men could sometimes be monsters if left to their own vices. That was the thrust of their conversation. Well that was part of it. The other part wasn't really discussed, although it was implied. Mariko didn't dismiss the need for men and in fact realized they held value and could be very much enjoyed if they were of the 'proper' temperament - whatever that meant. Sharon understood it was those nasty masculine traits and behaviors that caused Ms. K to pursue the transition or reformation or reframing process - whatever she had termed it - and serve as the catalyst to make men into, what she termed, 'better men'. 

What Sharon didn't understand was what Mariko meant by the word better. She wondered what it is this woman envisioned for men at large. What she did know was there were several hundred, if not more, men in the immediate area that had gone through this process. But what was the process? What was involved? How long did it take? Did she work with each man or did others follow her advice independent of her presence? These thoughts and others like it occupied her thoughts as she stared at the beautiful face and body staring back at her. She realized she needed to get going as their meeting time was nearing. 

She left her place and a short time later, pulled into the driveway of Ms. Mariko Komatzu. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky was array with reds, fuchsias, yellows and oranges. She took time to appreciate the beauty of something she often took for granted. It reminded her of home in Oklahoma so long ago.

Bobby's body was screaming from having stood for so long in such a contorted position. He had stopped looking out the front door long ago. It did him no good and only made even more muscles work which only magnified the pain he was already feeling. When he heard Sharon's car pull up he almost breathed a sigh of relief knowing his time standing there would soon end. He now gave no thought to the fact that Ms. K had put him here naked and caged just to be gawked at by his colleague. As much as he hated feeling so physically and emotionally vulnerable at his nakedness and bindings it was the physical pain that he wanted to be free of even more. 

When Sharon knocked she did a double take after peering through the large front door window. Standing just inside was a man, no; it was Bobby! He stood facing her but didn't move. She knocked again and slowly he scooted toward the door. She tried the handle but found it locked. She stared watching him slowly make his way toward her. It was obvious even peering into a darkened house that he was in pain. Almost immediately after taking in that it was him, she then noticed the steel mesh contraption that squished his cock into a stocky confined space and captured his large balls so nicely. She couldn't help but smile at his predicament and wondered if being locked like that hurt.

Finally making it to the door, he turned and blindly fumbled with the handle as best he could in his cuffs. After unlocking it he pulled but it wouldn't move. Fiddling with the lock on the knob again he rechecked it, making sure it was unlocked. It was, but the door refused to budge. It was then he remembered there was a deadbolt a good foot above the knob. He reached but lacked the flexibility to get to it. Pulling his arms until his shoulders screamed he was only able to bring his thumbs to the base of the locking mechanism. His balls screamed back as he squished them to the point of unbearable pain.

Ms. Ashby knocked once more and yelled, telling him to unlock the dam door. She now saw the sources of his bondage; the collar, the chastity cage, the cable joining the two and the cuffed hands. She watched him maneuver himself and make one final attempt, this time bending forward even as the collar crushed his trachea and the cable pulled the cage down smashing his balls so forcefully that he thought he would vomit. But he reached the knob on the deadbolt and turned it. Bobby gasped, tears filled his eyes, but the door was now unlocked. Ms. Ashby banged again; obviously irritated she had to stand outside for almost five minutes waiting for him to let her in. Bobby found the handle and slowly opened the door. Shuffling out of the way so she could get in he moved back down the hall. Several times the bottom edge of the door smashed against his toes and feet as she forced her way in.

When Sharon entered, Bobby apologized profusely for having taken so long. And after blabbing on about that, he began apologizing about this afternoon.

"I am so sorry Ms. Ashby. I am so sorry."

Not wanting to listen to his sobs she said, "Bobby, you look ridiculous! Why are you all tied up?"

Ignoring her question he said again, "Ms. Ashby, I want you to know how sorry I am for what I said today."

"Oh, now you're sorry," she said unsympathetically. "Well I guess you are. Just look at you!"

"No really, even if I wasn't like this I would have told you the same thing. I shouldn't have said what I did about you and Jonathan."

"Jonathan is dead as far as I'm concerned."

"What? What happened?" He asked genuinely surprised.

"Nothing I haven't told you already. Let's leave it that he and I are no more."

"I'm sorry. I am sorry for everything." During their brief conversation Bobby never once made eye contact with Sharon. He couldn't. His balls were throbbing from the crushing they had endured moments earlier. He spoke in a quiet and sincere voice while keeping his pelvis thrust forward and his shoulders and head painfully retracted to ease at least some of that pain.

"Do you accept my apology Ms. Ashby?"

"Bobby, just shut up! Just shut up! You sound pathetic. Got it?" she said, now tired of hearing his whining.

He continued blabbing on. "Yes Ma'am, I just wanted you to know how terribly sorry I am for being such an ass. I only wanted to hear you say that you forgive me."

What Sharon did next surprised even her. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him forward until his eyes met hers. Bobby screamed so loud that the neighbors must have heard him but she kept pulling him forward. 

"M-m-my ba-balls!" He screamed.

"I don't give a shit about your balls!" Sharon said and then struck him across the face still holding him. She gave his head a final jerk forward. He cried out again but his cries were muted as the compressed airway stifled any sound. She released him, not letting go, but rather pushing his head back angrily. Bobby fell, screamed again and landed on his side still arched and still crying like a little boy.

Mariko saw it all. She had watched the entire scene from the top of the stairs. What she observed both pleased and stunned her. Silently she made her way down the steps approaching the other woman from behind. 

"That was both impressive and insightful," she said quietly.

Sharon turned and the two embraced while Bobby continued to whimper on the floor beneath their feet. "It's good to see you. I don't know what came over me."

"Whatever it was, I liked it."

Sharon giggled quietly and whispered in her ear, "I kind of liked it too."

Mariko stepped back and held Sharon by both shoulders and looked pleasingly at her. "You look great. Thank you for coming."

"Can you fill me in now about what's going on here with him?"

"Sure, would you like some refreshments?"

"I just had dinner. I'm fine."

"I'm going to have a glass of wine. Sure I can't persuade you?"

Sharon smiled. "A glass of wine sounds wonderful."

Bobby listened from the floor. His presence was an afterthought, if even that. It was as if what was going on between them, up there, was completely separate from his predicament down below. They neither acknowledged his presence nor addressed him. It was the oddest feeling to be so close to the two that had hurt him most and yet feel so distant.

At first the change of position after falling felt overwhelmingly welcome but was short lived. Maybe it was the shock of the blow to his face or the yank of his head forward. Maybe it was her push and his subsequent tumble. He couldn't believe he was able to turn his body so as to land on his side rather than hit the floor with the back of his head. The instant he fell he was so thankful to not be standing but then the pain ramped up in intensity. His shoulder started throbbing from absorbing the full weight of his fall and then the nerves in his balls sprung into hyper drive. They were palpably pulsating. The pain was so intense it became all encompassing. 

He lay in his own misery. No one was there to share it. No one was there to empathize with him. These women surely didn't care. My god, they were the reason he felt so wretched. For the first time in his life he realized what suffering must feel like. This was it; a combination of physical pain, loneliness and an inability to escape the torment. "What have I gotten myself into," he thought looking around for them.

But they were not to be found. Ms. K had retreated to the kitchen and he had no idea where Ms. Ashby had gone off to. In reality she had moved only a few feet and stood behind him and just out of sight staring at him as if mesmerized by the entire scene. What struck her was the sudden euphoria she felt after she had hit him. That blow was really a blow to Jonathan. It was also a blow to men in general. Never in her life had she hit anyone. Why did this slap come so easily? Why did it seem so appropriate? Why did she feel as if she could repeat the scene again and even find pleasure by hitting him harder, pushing him more forcefully and watching him writhe in pain? She shook her head as if to clear her mind. Something wasn't right in her mentally. But then again, something felt clearer and more right than ever before. 

She watched him lie on his side, arching yet barely able to move. She listened to his grunts of pain and short gasps that must have been a result of the damage both she and Ms. K had caused. She marveled at how effective a simple length of cable could be in making a larger, stronger man to be completely at the mercy of someone not nearly as big or as powerful. Power was indeed something that was not restricted to the masculine gender," she thought. "I can be even more powerful than big strong Bobby Lewis." That thought made her smile. 

As she looked at her helpless partner she realized she felt very different about him than she did just a few minutes ago. It was as if seeing him naked and marked like the slave Ms. K was obviously treating him as changed how she felt. Although she couldn't put her finger on it or even understand why she was thinking this way, she felt as if she was better than he, that he belonged on the ground, that he indeed should have apologized for his actions and words earlier, and that she had every right to do what she did when he continued to bellyache after being told to stop.

"Wow," she said inaudibly, "I really do view him as if he were just like Jonathan."

Mariko returned with two glasses in hand. "Let's go out back and talk. He isn't going anywhere."

Both women looked down at him lying on his side with his hips still thrust forward and his body arched painfully so. Ms. K tapped his balls with the pointed toe of her shoe getting his attention. Bobby grimaced. 

"Don't move. Don't even think about it."

After several minutes of casual conversation on the porch and when the last vestiges of the day were all but gone and night dominated the heavens, Sharon turned her mind to the real reason she was here. "So, are you going to tell me why I am here? I realized this afternoon that the reason you wanted the two of us to meet with you had nothing to do with our argument."

"Perceptive young thing, aren't you?"

Sharon smiled.

"By the way, you look very nice," Mariko observed. "A little bit of makeup and some form fitting clothing reveals a completely different side of you. We should go shopping and update your wardrobe. That would be fun. Don't you think?"

"So are you going to tell me why I'm here Ms. K?"

"Mariko, Ms. K, Mariko. You need to make up your mind. What's it going to be?"

"Mariko."

"Good choice. Now, to answer your question, of course I'm going to tell you. What do you want to know?" she said coyly.

"Everything" She answered in an equally coy voice.

Speaking rhetorically she observed, "Ms. Ashby, where to start?" 

Sharon smiled broadly and said in a sing-song voice, "Ms. Ashby, Sharon, Ms. Ashby; are we not able to converse with one another on equal footing?" Her eyebrows raised in sarcastic curiosity.

Mariko smiled. "I like your wit. I knew you were a woman who had another side to that business 'comes first' personality you convey while at work." She paused and then added. "Let's make it 'Sharon', but not in front of him," she said jabbing a thumb over her shoulder to where Bobby lie in pain near the front door.




A Tennessee Education Pt. 03



"OK, so both you and I are damaged goods, courtesy of the men we once loved."

"Damaged? Maybe, but I'm also wiser as a result."

"Agreed, although you've had more time to process all that happened to you than I have. I'm still living through the shitty emotions of my break up."

"Do you regret your decision?"

"I regret being so blind and I regret that he made such bad choices. A part of me, a big part of me, loved him."

"Does it still?"

"Only a small part now but that's the part that's causing the hurt. It's letting go of the good in him that I know still exists."

"You can't have just that one part, Sharon. If you want him, you will have to take the whole package."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I know that. I'm never going back."

"Then let's put Jonathan to bed and forget him. Remember the pain he caused you. Remember what he did and how he deceived you again and again and again for well over a year. Now steel your heart and forget him. Remember what you told Lewis just a few minutes ago."

"He's dead," she said again. 

"Yes," she said after some time in silence, "he is."

Mariko pulled the whicker chair closer to her guest. "Ask me anything you want. It's time to talk."

"Why is he in there? Why he all is tied up in that god awful contorted position? That looks like it hurts."

"I hope it does. I meant it to."

"So why is did you do that to him?"

"Because he spoke when I told him not to. He disobeyed me and I thought it best he learn that when I give an order he better obey it."

"Can you start from the beginning and clue me in. I'm lost. A little background would be helpful."

"Sure." She took another sip of her wine. "Bobby is someone that I'd refer to as a child. Oh, he's an adult outwardly but inside he still acts like a child."

"Explain."

"Children are selfish. Their world revolves around them and that is how I believe he thinks to a large extent. He is able to camouflage it because he's almost 40 but when you strip away all the tangential crap, he really is a selfish man. Most men are like him so he's not the exception to the rule by any stretch."

"And that fact landed him here lying naked on the floor?" She asked incredulously.

"In some ways, yes, it did. In one week he managed to ignore me more than once, gawk at several women in front of me as if they were nothing more than pieces of eye-candy, clock out of work early, show up for work late, hit another employees car and then drive off without reporting it and get into an argument with you that got so out of control I could hear him halfway down the hall." She paused thinking, "Oh, and he went out with a married woman just last week and had naked pictures of her on his phone and, based on text messages, slept with her." She looked at Sharon letting her take in all she had just said. "I almost forgot, he's a father too."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, he fathered a child in high school; then left the mother to raise the girl by herself. I checked into it when I did 'my' background check on him. His 'little' girl," she said making quotation marks with her fingers, "is now grown and lives in the area. I don't think she's seen him in years."

Sharon looked dumbfounded. "A father," she muttered to herself.

"Anyway, I call all of that childlike behavior and it needed to stop."

"So this is your solution?" she asked motioning to where he was in the house.

Just then they heard him cry out in pain. He was begging for them to come.

Mariko took this all in stride. Placing a hand on Sharon's knee she commented, "I wondered how long it would take for him to get to this point. This one is in good shape. It took longer than I thought it would."

"What did?" She said as the pleas increased in volume.

"Muscle spasms. Come. I want you to watch how compliant he becomes. There's not a chance in a million he won't jump whenever you or I tell him something now. Sooner or later," she said standing, "he was going to have to experience the cable. It's a wonderful training tool." Mariko smiled. 

Entering the house they found him crying in pain. Mariko was first to notice the pronounced muscle definition in his back. 

"Can we help you?" she said in a mocked tone, kneeling down.

"Please. Please!" he said with an anguished expression.

"Do you and I have an understanding now?"

"Yes M-Ms. K."

Mariko looked over at Sharon. Pointing to his crotch she said, "Unlock the cable."

Sharon unlocked the small clasp. As soon as she did Bobby lurched forward in an attempt to stem the continued back spasms. The women looked on with mused expressions. It took a minute or two for him to gain some semblance of composure and no sooner had he then Ms. K was on him.

In a commanding voice she said firmly, "Stand."

Bobby jumped to his feet.

"Present." 

He complied but did so with trepidation. Presenting meant assuming the very position he had been held captive.

"I call this position Present," she said to Sharon. "Notice, the feet are spread, his hips and cock are pushed forward, his shoulders and back are retracted and his hands are clasped behind the small of his back."

Sharon walked in a circle around him, observing his posture.

"Note that he does not look at me but keeps his head bowed. Slaves are not worthy of looking at me, and this one is no exception."

Sharon drew next to Mariko and whispered, "You are amazing." Speaking louder she asked, "You seem to be implying you have taught him other positions as well.

"Slave, let's demonstrate for Ms. Ashby that you aren't an idiot. Kneel and Present!"

Bobby dropped and presented perfectly assuming the same position he was just in but now in a bent knee position.

"Worship," she snapped

Again, he assumed a perfect worship position.

"I get the Present positions. Is this how you want him when you command him to worship?"

Mariko smiled and nodded approvingly. "Yes, Knees are spread, forehead touching floor, elbows, forearms and backs of hands on floor with palms facing upward. From here you can even have him present."

"How would he present if he stays like this?" 

"He would arch his back and thrust his pelvis forward. It exposes his ass and balls for use by his Mistress to enjoy or abuse as she wishes. I haven't had to put him that position yet."

"Are there others?"

"There can be as many positions as his owner wants. It's really up to her to teach her slave to do whatever best suits her purposes. For me, I only need him to present. It gets him to stand still and listen and that is all I need him to do right now.

Sharon stood looking down on Bobby. She knew he was listening and there was something about him having to assume different positions that she liked. "I see what you are saying. My guess is that the present and worship positions are pretty standard ones." 

"Indeed they are."

"I can't believe I am even discussing this with you. I mean, look at him? I've never wanted to be in the same room with a naked man and in the last twenty minutes I've already hit him and feel perfectly comfortable with you telling him to move as if he is someone that you own."

"It is interesting isn't it? He could get up and probably run out of here if he wanted but he won't. Isn't that revealing?" Mariko asked. There was brightness to her eyes and an 'I told you so' expression to her face.

"Indeed it is," replied Sharon ever so thoughtful of the question that was posed.

"Is that because of the leverage you have on him?"

"Somewhat. I gave him a choice. He chose to stay."

"What's leverage do you have anyway?"

"The accident I told you about. He'd lose his job if the wrong people found out but the truth is I think he wants to be here," she said with a wink. "He will be staying for some time. I sold his car the other day so he's pretty much stuck here now."

Bobby's eyes widened when he heard the news. "How could she do that? She never even asked!" He thought.

"I got two thousand for it at a chop shop. That way I didn't even have to worry about having to do a title transfer. That car is now in a hundred pieces scattered all over the state. Maybe all over the south," She continued, "There is another woman in town that is in need of financial help and I thought I'd do what I could to assist. I'm sure Mr. Lewis understands. He's living here for free after all."

Sharon was as dumbfounded by what she had done with the car as Bobby probably was but she was finally in the mood to answer questions and she didn't want to lose the moment. "Can you tell me about what it is he has on his penis?"

Mariko clapped her hands. "Mr. Lewis, stand and present."

The two ladies now having moved to the back porch once more sat side by side on the sofa while Bobby stood facing them. It was evident that his balls had undergone a bit of trauma. They were quite red and his sac was full of fluid - probably a sign that they were swollen. Ignoring his injuries Mariko proceeded to explain the basics of a chastity device, how the retaining ring and cage worked together in tandem with his balls to keep from ever coming off. 

"The quarter inch space between the bottom of the two rings make it physically impossible for him to remove it shy of using bolt cutters. He'd end up destroying his balls before that thing ever came off," Mariko noted. "Some Mistresses even pierce the end of their slave's penis and anchor the end to the cage. That way he can't ever pull his penis out. I love the idea but I like having an unmarred cock just in case I ever want to enjoy it. Having a piercing on the end doesn't float my boat." She laughed.

She then pointed out the lock that joined the two rings and noted her belief that no matter how big a cock grew when erect; all could be smashed into a small space. Once confined, erections could pretty much be eliminated although nothing could keep them from trying to form as they often did, especially in the pre-dawn hours of sleep.

"Every man in this geographic area that's been trained remains pretty much locked in a cage of this size. There are men who grow to ten inches that live in a cage identical to this one."

"Wow!" Sharon exclaimed. "How big is he?"

"Don't know and really don't care. I see no reason to ever unlock him."

Sharon looked at her puzzled. A man's cock had always fascinated her and although she had remained chaste for all those years since that one mistake when she was a teen, the memory of that boys' penis still captivated her imagination.

"You do have a key don't you?"

She nodded but said nothing.

"So why is it you wanted me here tonight?" Sharon asked once more.

Mariko's eyes brightened. "I wanted to know if you wanted him."

"Me! Why would I want him?"

"To train him of course."

"I, I don't know what to say, Ms. K."

"Yes was the word I was anticipating."

"I don't know." She leaned back against the sofa staring at the naked man whose cock remained thrust forward. His gaze remained forward and never once did he lower it to look at them. He didn't want to ever have that cable attached to torture him again.

Sharon stared back. He was a physically attractive specimen. He was well proportioned and it was obvious to her that he took care of himself. And she did like the look of the added steel that was bound to him. "That was a plus," she mused.

"Come, let's take a walk."

Sharon and Mariko stood and walked outside into the cool night air, leaving Bobby to stand until commanded to do otherwise. 

When out of earshot Sharon said, "your offer is very appealing. Something inside is telling me to tell you I want him but I don't know what to do Mariko. I've never had a man before let alone one that I need to train. I'm not even a parent. I've never even raised a child let alone deal with the likes of him."

Mariko slipped her arm around Sharon's and the two walked in silence for some time. When they had traveled some distance from the house along the walk that spanned the front yards of each home in the small neighborhood she spoke.

"I like you. I liked you from the moment we met. It's your old-fashioned values that I love. You remind me of my parents. I don't meet people like you and even though you come across as a Bible toting woman that has been bossed around by a man who took advantage of you, I see things that make me believe you can train a man. In fact, I think this is the perfect time for you undertake such a project."

"Why?" she said questioningly.

"Because of what just happened to you." Mariko paused as they continued to walk. "You know how we all experience those 'teachable moments' in life?"

"I do."

"And wouldn't you agree that you just had one when you saw him with the hooker?"

"It was a painful to see Mariko. I don't know that I'd call it a teachable one."

"That experience along with the talks that we've had since has changed you. I don't know if you can see it but I can. You aren't the same woman I met two weeks ago. I mean, look what you did when you came here?"

"I know," Sharon said giggling. "I don't know what came over me!"

"Exactly, and look at your dress. You are beautiful, and even wearing a bit of makeup."

Sharon smiled.

"You look good with a little color but mostly because you look more in control and confident."

"I agree that the color looks good but I don't know about feeling confident and in control. I feel completely demoralized over what he did. I mean I don't trust men. That's one big thing I've noticed. I don't trust men!"

"OK, well that's a start. What is it about Bobby that worries you?"

"Lots of things." She stopped at the end of the street and faced Mariko. "I don't know the first thing about getting control of him. What's to say he won't over power me as soon I take him away, steal my car and leave me on the side of some back-alley street?."

"Because he won't and because I will teach you how to mold him properly. I'm a phone call away and this is what I do; I help women regain control of their lives." Mariko grabbed Sharon's arm once more and started walking. "Look, he is petrified of me putting the cable back on him. He's also been pretty good at obeying me and I've made him do some pretty questionable things that tested his obedience."

"Like what?"

"Things," she said thinking back to his eating come from four different men. "Nothing important; just things I've done to test his sincerity."

"So what do I do?"

"For starters you need to change your perspective on your relationship with him. You are coming from a position of fear and weakness and it is he who is in that position now, not you. You are the one in control, not him. You are the one dressed, not him. You are the one who isn't collared or locked in chastity. He is so out of his element from society's perspective he isn't in any position to challenge you."

Sharon thought about the truth of her words." She was right again - as she always seemed to be. How far could a naked man go, even if he did take her car? How would he get clothing when he had none we wear?" She saw the validity to her remarks when she stopped to consider them. 

"So I throw him into the back seat and take him home and then what?"

"No, you throw him into your trunk and take him home. He hasn't earned the right to be in your car yet."

"That's how you transport him; in the trunk?" 

"Every day. Even when I bring him to work he rides in there. I drop him off at the football field and he walks to work from there. Every evening I pick him up there and he waits for me in a present position. As soon as he's inside he knows to undress and put his clothes in a bag that he carries into the house when we get home. Keeping him naked is a powerful deterrent. Over time he will come to feel comfortable around you and you can use this as a way of reminding him you and he are not on equal footing. The same thing goes with the cage and the collar. They are little reminders of the disparity that exists between slave and owner."

"So if I take him home what do I do with him?"

"When we get back to my place I'll give you something. It's another one of those little things that work wonderfully. And if you start thinking about your own situation and what you want from him, knowing you now have an obedient slave at your beckon, you'll start looking at life differently. You can train him to be whatever you want. I've seen men trained in all sorts of ways from sex slaves to traditional work slaves to maids to you name it. If there is a need a woman has, there's been a slave trained to meet that need."

"I feel like I've been transported into some kind of time warp that isn't real."

Mariko laughed. "So you are willing to try?"

Sharon squeezed her arm. "Yes! I can't believe I'm going to say this but I want to try."

Just after the women left for their walk, Bobby smiled for the first time in several days. "Ms. K wants to give me to Ms. Ashby?" He said to himself. He relished in that hope; relished in the hope that she would indeed follow through with her perfunctory offer and not retract it at the last moment. The smile had little to do with Ms. Ashby and everything to do with Ms. K. It took only this last hour or so for him to fear her more than anyone else he had ever met. Terrified may not have been the correct word for his feelings but it was something close to it. Yet it wasn't like he hated her. There was something sadistically attractive in how she lived; how she carried herself and in the way she took care of him. "Took care of me?" He questioned that thought and yet she had taken care of him. She drove him to and from work; made sure he was fed and gave him space on her floor to sleep. She even made sure he had clothes to wear albeit only while he was at East Riverton High. She had taught him lessons about respect and honor he would never forget and although he'd never reveal to anyone how or when he learned those lessons she had ingrained things he'd remember forever. 

And now he had hope. Hope at last! He knew the time had to come at some point. He just knew it! Who would have thought the hope he so desperately craved would come in the form of Ms. Ashby, a woman in her thirties who acted like she was in her sixties sometimes? "Patience was the order for the day," he thought. "Just be patient. Take it slow and soon you will be out of this mess and back on equal footing with everyone." 

He remained bolt erect in the present position Ms. K had commanded him but his mind was somewhere else. At least for several minutes it remained detached from his physical body. The aches and throbs he still felt were temporarily pushed to a level of his subconscious and all he dwelt on was the hope of Mariko's final words before they left. When he came back to the present he thought how amazing the brain was in its ability to cope. He wondered if there was so much more he could have learned in dealing with difficulties and physical pain if he had remained here with Ms. K. 

"Mmm," he huffed to himself and blew that thought off. He had no desire to see if he could outlast her in a battle of wills. Rather he was thankful he had made it this far without being permanently changed or damaged. Other than the loss of his Baby, his Lexus, he really was OK. His mind drifted back to Jasmine. He pictured the photo she had sent him. "Now there was a beautiful woman; ditzy and insecure as one could be but beautiful. How in the world did she end up living in a double-wide with a guy that left her home alone so often and wanted to divorce? Maybe he could see her again soon."

He wondered if she had already chalked him up to being permanently AWOL and had found another lover. He hoped not. She might be worth convincing to eventually tell the country boy she was married to that she wanted out too and get that divorce. Bobby snickered silently. "Who was he kidding? He was just as much a country boy as that guy."




A Tennessee Education Pt. 03



The sound of footsteps refocused his mind on the now. Ms. K and Ms. Ashby appeared a moment later. Bobby made sure his head was bowed. He could feel Ms. K's presence directly in front of him and see her slender hips and legs standing directly before him. Although he didn't look at her face, nor did he want to, he could feel her eyes penetrating into his very soul. She uttered a grunt of distaste and then he was alone once more. He could hear them in another part of the house but just barely.

Twenty minutes later Ms. Ashby walked up to her newly acquired property and with unsteady hands attached a short length of cable to her slave's collar. He instinctively pulled back ever so slightly when the thin steel cord came into his view. Sharon was ready as Mariko had warned her he might react this way. She grabbed a hold of his balls and squeezed them hard until he shrieked.

"No one told you to move. Now stand still!" She hissed.

Bobby obeyed while she checked the clasp, making sure it was fastened properly.

"Slave, bend over and touch your toes."

After he did, Ms. Ashby fastened the other end of the 18" cable to the D-ring on his cage. Pulling him by the collar she marched him through the house and out the front door. Secured has he was, he was forced to walk like an elderly man, stooped and severely hunched. Mariko gave Sharon a thumbs-up and the two women spoke for a moment and hugged before parting. Dragging him down the steps she led him to her Ford Focus and guided him into the cramped trunk, closing the lid when he was inside.

Sharon backed out of the driveway and set off. As she drove out of the residential area she kept repeating Mariko's final words, "It's all about attitude. You are in control; he isn't" Again and again she repeated her words while her heart continued to race and her hands moistened from the internal stress she tried to control. She stopped at a store on the way home, made a purchase and lugged the large package back to her car and into the back seat. 

Sharon lived in Maple Grove, one of the first suburbs of Riverton. It was some distance from Mariko and she had to travel through the city in order to get there. She had recently moved from a small two-bedroom apartment in central Riverton to an old bungalow that needed some repair. Built in the 1940's it was laid out in the usual way with a kitchen, dining and living area on the first floor and three bedrooms upstairs. There was a screened-in porch on the back and another on the front. The only other room in the house was a basement but it was dank and filled with cobwebs so Sharon rarely used it. Anything she stored she kept either in one of the spare bedrooms or in the small unattached garage adjacent to the house. The family she purchased the house from must have had a dog because a six foot high moulded wood fence completely enclosed the back yard.

She considered her options as her destination approached and made a decision. Parking the car in the garage, she pulled her purchase out, assembled it and secured it to a post in the back yard. She returned and fetched her slave. Once he was out of the trunk albeit hunched over, she forced him to his knees.

"Crawl and follow me," she said firmly.

Bobby internally sighed with frustration. She was no different than Ms. K. His knees hit the hard garage concrete where he followed her out the rear door and into the back yard moving as best as he could, given the restrictions of cable that kept him hunched over like an armadillo. Traversing the yard he took in what he could see in the darkness. The yard appeared small. There were patches of dirt and grass giving him the impression it was not well cared for. Making it to the far side, he came to a post, and behind it sat a dog cage.

"In you go," she said.

He stopped and looked up with pleading eyes.

"I said in." Sharon grabbed the steel collar and pulled him forward. He resisted only momentarily. Once he had his hands inside, she shoved his ass, forcing him in. Inside was a small blanket that he sat on to cushion himself from the hard steel grates that formed his new living quarters. He heard a padlock click shut and moved to look at Ms. Ashby. She squatted, peering in at him through the bars. 

"Welcome to your new home," she said.

He could hear the cynicism in her voice. 

"My guess is you couldn't wait to get away from Ms. K so you could stay with little ole' me aren't you? Well Mr. Lewis, this is your home. I'll let you get familiar with it tonight." She stood and walked toward the house stopping just before she opened the door. Calling back she said, "You know that the same rules apply here as they did at your other home. That means you do not talk unless I tell you specifically to speak. Trust me; you do not want to test my patience. Goodnight."

She unlocked the back door and went inside. Leaning against the doorjamb her body started trembling. No longer able to control the stress of the past hour she stood shaking. Tears filled her eyes. If she were honest she knew she was more afraid of what she had agreed to undertake than he was afraid of her. All he needed to do was obey. That was easy. She, on the other hand, had to figure out how to train a man to eventually want to obey. "How was she ever going to accomplish that even if Ms. K was there to help?"

Taking several deep breaths she relaxed a little. She wished she had wine in the house to calm her nerves and made a mental note to pick some up at the store tomorrow. She could use a glass now. She wanted to sleep but it wasn't at all late and she had so much adrenaline pumping through her system there was no way she'd be able to doze.

"I need to go read my book," she said finally.

Some minutes later she had slipped out of her clothes and into a night shirt and climbed into bed. She grabbed her book and started to read but couldn't get her mind off of Bobby. Finding a pen in the nightstand she grabbed a piece of paper. On it she wrote, "Things I want him to do; Training ideas." She wrote both phrases across the top of the page and drew a vertical line down making two columns. 

"I need to think. What do I want?"

She began to write: Obey me. Keep the house clean. Iron my clothes. Do the wash. Respect me. Worship me? (That brought out a giggle). View me as his owner/View himself as my personal slave? (An even louder giggle).

She put the pen down and found the bookmark where she had stopped reading last night. She had been reading a sort of romance novel. Like the others she had read previously by this author the plot seemed to take on the same predictable path. A girl living a boring life, eventually meets the man of her dreams and they fall in love and live happily ever after but have to go through a series of struggles before they are finally free to do so. Thoughts of Jonathan came to mind but she pushed them aside. The irony of the story and the events surrounding her breakup made her ooze with mock contempt for men. But the book was a page-turner and she was too interested in this tale to not read it in full.

"Why did I agree to bring him home," she said aloud. "Just so he could be my whipping boy while I took all my Jonathan-anger out of him?"

A tear filled her eye. She brushed it aside and forgot about life and began to read. An hour later she reread one passage. The she read it again; and then again. The male character, Matthew had been kidnapped by the third wheel in this love triangle. The third wheel had sedated Matthew and carried him off to some vacant warehouse where the he was held prisoner. There was a section in which the third wheel kept thinking how he was going to break Matthew's will; to make him confess and tell all so he could win the heart of the woman who had rejected him for some unknown reason. The salient point the author penned that caught her eye was this, "It's easy to break some. Harder to break others, but in the end everyone has a breaking point. The trick to breaking the will is to give them hope and then remove it, then return it and remove it once more. By doing so the spirit is both raised and lowered so many times that eventually it won't even recognize if it is up or down. When it lacks a measure of its own feelings those feelings become yours to manipulate as you wish."

Sharon read that passage many times letting the words seep deep inside. They were so appropriate. It was as if she had not picked this book up for the past few nights for this very reason; to have saved these words for this very moment. She thought to Ms. K's comment regarding 'teachable moments'. She couldn't have read this passage at a better time. She turned her idea sheet over and copied the passage verbatim. She thought aloud, "Give and take; raise and lower; confuse until he doesn't even know what is normal. Is this how Mariko does it? Will this work?"

Closing her book she laid back thinking. "OK, where he is now should lower his spirit. How long do I need to keep him there?" She continued to contemplate, trying to place her mind where his was. He was pretty cramped and although he had a blanket it was a small one. Comfort would become an issue. Staying warm would become another issue. The blanket was too small to meet both needs. And then there was that cable. She sat up suddenly. "How is he going to pee or poop? What about food and water?"

She lay back hugging the book on her chest. A smile crossed her face and she grabbed her phone and sent a text off to Mariko. A minute later she received her answer. It was what she had hoped. "Good," she thought. "It helps having people with connections."

...

At 6 PM the following afternoon Sharon exited the garage door and strolled over to Bobby. She was dressed nicely and he noticed she was wearing makeup. He, on the other hand felt filthy. It had been an extraordinarily hot and humid September day and his body had baked in the sun for hours. He felt thirsty, hungry and filthy.

His cubical was a mess and the smell of urine was obvious. She noted the few nuggets of dog food she had tossed in there before she left for work was gone. She hadn't left him much; just enough to give him a bit of nourishment but still keep him hungry and wanting more. 

"You thirsty?"

He shook his head.

Sharon came back with the garden hose and turned it on fully. The jet stream of water pummeled his face. She shot it directly into his open mouth. Bobby gulped whatever he could for the minute or so she pelted him with it. The fact that the stream hurt upon impact was a secondary nuisance. He needed to hydrate and all too soon the flow stopped. Besides getting a needed drink, the hose cleaned some of the filth off him. Too bad his blanket was soaked but it would dry in time.

While she walked over to recoil the hose she whispered, "Give him hope and then remove it; raise his spirit and then lower it again." She knew her presence alone gave him hope and the brief drink even more. It was time to take it away and she did so by leaving him without so much as a goodbye. Her interaction was brief and to the point and no more. She wanted him to come to see they were no longer colleagues and equals. Not any more they weren't.

The night was a beautiful one and Sharon came and sat on the back screened-in porch just as the sun set and darkness claimed the day. Sitting in a lounge chair with a glass of red wine on the table next to her she read under the soft glow of a clip-on lamp. She knew Bobby heard her and she wanted him to know she was out here. She spent the next hour enjoying her book as well as a second glass of refreshment before calling it a night.

Bobby lay cramped in his cage. The drink had been both a blessing and a curse. The water quenched his thirst but it also soaked his blanket and turned the dirt beneath into mud. Now as the cloudless night dominated the sky, the heat from the day rapidly dissipated leaving him cold and unable to warm. He sort of sat, sort of laid, in as tight a ball as he could manage to keep whatever heat from escaping into the coolness of the night. 

His legs and back ached from the cramped quarters and the dam cable that kept him curled. Yet, even without the cable there was so little room in the cage that it probably wouldn't have made much difference. The cable pulled his balls up rather than pulling the cage down on them as Ms. K's cable arrangement had done but the effects were identical. Both caused his traumatized testicles to be pinched between the retaining ring and cage tube and both sent equally poignant shots of pain throughout his groin.

Bobby slept little that night. By morning he was freezing and starving. He had been dozing in a restless slumber when he heard the door open. Sharon appeared dressed and ready for work.

"Put this on," she said handing him a metal dog leash through the grate.

Bobby did so quickly and Sharon opened the cage door. He scampered out but she kept him on his knees. Retrieving the hose she washed him with the freezing water, eventually making him stand to get most of the muck off his body.

"In you go," she said pointing to the house. "Your clothes are on the back porch. Get dressed. I don't want us to be late for work."

He found a towel, dried off and dressed. The problem was the cable. He was able to fully dress but the cable got in the way. If he secured his pants and belt, the cable made him bend even more. He didn't know what to do at first but remembered her order, "get dressed" and so he did. When he came out she smiled. 

"How about I let you stand up? Would you like that? Feel free to speak."

"Yes Mistress," he said immediately.

The salutation both surprised and pleased her. When he stood, he almost cried with relief. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be able to do something as simple as stand. Yet his body ached and he felt so tired and was so hungry. 

Sharon let him enjoy the moment while she went to the front door, checking to make sure it was locked. Returning she grabbed the leash and headed down the back steps. Bobby followed. When he got to the garage the trunk lid was already open. 

"In you go. Breakfast is in there. Hurry!" She snapped.

He hopped in quickly, so quickly that he wasn't able to locate the food. The door slammed and once more he was in blackness and confined to yet another cramped space. During the drive he located the paper bag. In it were ten nuggets of dog food. He gobbled them up like candy. He was thankful but there were so few that it left him wanting more. His throat remained parched from lack of water.

At school Sharon informed him to report in to Ms. K immediately and then to return to the conference room where she would discuss what he was to do next.

With much trepidation Bobby walked quickly toward the office complex while Ms. Ashby watched, her arms folded across her chest. When she saw him disappear in the office door she returned to her area in the conference room smiling. She had not communicated with Mariko that he'd be coming but thought his presence would be a welcome start to what would probably be an ordinary day.

Bobby never did know what to do with Ms. K. He simply could not figure her out. Pausing just around the corner from her office door he stopped, wondering if he should knock, enter, stand in the doorway in present position or enter like any other person wanting to see her. He immediately eliminated the last possibility and chose the first. He knocked. She looked at whoever it was that wanted her and when she saw it was him smiled.

"Come," she said motioning for him to come around the desk. "Get under there and lick my toes."

Bobby hurriedly crept under the tight confines of the desk. Ms. K slipped off her shoes and he took one into his hands and dutifully began with her smallest toe, taking it into his mouth.

"Sent you a surprise," read the text. 

Mariko returned another, "worshipping my toes today."

Sharon: "Finally let him out of the dog cage. Was the first time since taking him."

Mariko: "Excellent! You are doing fine."

Sharon: "Wish he would screw up. I have an idea."

Mariko: "I can arrange that"

Sharon: "You're the best Mariko!"

For the next hour Bobby's tongue moved over, under and around every part of her ten digits. His oral pedicure of sorts, felt quite pleasing and in fact this was one task Mariko often used on newbie's. She loved a man with a strong tongue that could please her 'other parts' for hours. Having one work on a foot that required it to move in all directions and change shape to accommodate the varied shape of her toes and feet served as one of the best workouts in achieving that goal. Soon he tired and it was at that point when she pounced. 

"Up you go!" She said startling him.

Bobby jumped to his feet and presented even though she hadn't ordered him to do so. Ms. K grabbed him by the ear and marched him past several open offices and out into the hallway. Pulling him along, they made their way to the conference room.

"In."

She closed the door behind them. Sharon looked at them, honestly surprised at the sight of them standing there. She was about to speak but Mariko spoke first.

"All I required him to do was to lick my toes. He did fine at first but then disobeyed me."

"How?"

"He started slacking. Taking breaks. I gave him strict orders to lick me continuously."

"Slave," Sharon asked, "Is Ms. K correct?"

Bobby said nothing. Instead he looked down, not knowing if he was permitted to speak or not.

"Slave, I asked you a question. You may speak."

"Yes Mistress. She is correct."

"You disappoint me. I told you that you should never disappoint me, didn't I?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Disappointments always have consequences. You need to understand that. Now come. Stand in front of me. Loosen your belt and pants."

Bobby did as he was told. Sharon pulled the short cable from her purse and attached it to his cage. Feeding the other end up under his shirt, she pulled his body forward and attached the other end to his collar.

"Now adjust your pants, apologize to Ms. K and sit. We have things to do.

After he had apologized several times and kissed Ms. K's feet as commanded she left and Bobby's day of work began. Sharon approached the situation just as she would have any other day. She reviewed material with him from yesterday, considered his feedback and reflected on some of his more observant thoughts. They had only visited about a fourth of the classrooms and so for the next few weeks they would continue to do so. Sharon sent Bobby to Mr. Sherwood, one of the geometry teachers, and told him he would be writing a lengthy report summarizing and critiquing the educational process in the math and science departments that she wanted by the end of the week.

Sharon waited for the bell to ring and students to fill the halls before sending him on his way. She watched him go, stooped over like one with severe scoliosis. He carried his briefcase in one hand and should have held a cane in the other.

"Let his spirit be lifted and then crush it," she said quietly while watching him move down the hall. Students turned to stare at Mr. Lewis wondering why he walked so slowly and awkward. Sharon wondered how he would handle the inevitable questions but didn't overly concern herself with what he'd say. That was his problem, not hers. 

She smiled and reminisced, "Let out the line and then reel him in. The day couldn't have started out more perfectly." She closed the conference room door and headed off in the opposite direction.

...

For the next three weeks Sharon established somewhat of a routine, although it was randomly altered. She kept the principle of raising and lowering his spirit in the forefront of all she did. She deliberately spent time making Bobby's life although miserable although she also interspersed that misery with times of brief reprieve where he could almost experience life as a normal human - almost. Most every night she forced him to sleep in his cage. On two of those occasions she set her alarm for 2 AM, got up and doused him with water. Just before going to bed on another night she dumped a bucked containing a mixture of tomato and orange juice over him. She quickly learned that it was the simple things, if done in the right context that worked so well. It was treating him as if he really was worthless and devoid of value that had the greatest benefit in achieving the goal she now so badly wanted. She could see him yielding his will to hers. Often she used the cables, both the longer one that forced him into an extreme present position and the shorter cord that bent him forward. When she used the shorter one again at school a group of senior high girls stopped and questioned him. Sharon wasn't there to observe but Bobby told her later how humiliating he felt when one of them noticed the vertical line of the taut cord under his shirt. Having to explain truthfully that Ms. Ashby made him wear this because he had not opened the door for her drew both laughter and criticism. News spread throughout the school like wildfire. 




A Tennessee Education Pt. 04



Bobby is offered a chance at redemption

In the fourth of seven parts we find Bobby having to pay penance for a poorly made decision that nearly cost him his relationship. Sharon, his mistress has choices to make and decides to do things her way rather than follow the ways of her mentor but finds she still needs both the wisdom and connections Mariko has to offer. The story is of course fantasy and is one in which female dominance/femdom is advocated. If female dominance/male submission or man subjugated to slavery is not your cup of tea you will not want to read further. If it is, I hope you enjoy the read. Before you read here, please read the previous parts as each section builds on the one previous. 

*****

A Tennessee Education

Part 4: Second Chances

At East Riverton Sharon sent 35 to the conference room giving him an assignment that would take him until lunch. She walked briskly into the office and knocked on Mariko's door. She knew this was not going to be a pleasant conversation but nevertheless, it needed to happen. Upon seeing her Mariko shook her head in disappointment but motioned for her to be seated. Sharon chose to stand.

"Let me speak," Sharon said, "before you condemn me."

"I'm listening." Mariko knew they would eventually talk and admired Ms. Ashby for having the courage to seek her out immediately. Although she vehemently disagreed with her decision to free Bobby she had come to admire the character of this new friend. She listened with guarded interest.

"As I said in the email, I couldn't go through three more weeks of beatings. I just couldn't. Anyway, after I released him I decided I needed some perspective and spent the weekend with one of my sisters. We talked for hours. I realized I wanted him as my slave. Fortunately he was there when I returned and we've come to an understanding."

A thin smile graced Mariko's face. "That's nice to hear," she said cautiously. 

"He wanted to come back. He wants to be my slave. I gave him an ultimatum. If it ever happens again that we're done. He understands I'm serious."

"Are you?"

"I am, but I told him that parting is not something I want either. He knows I want a slave and I said I want that slave to be him. I went so far as to say I'd never take another."

Mariko raised an eyebrow at the remark.

"He realizes the commitment works both ways."

"Do you have feelings for him?"

Sharon paused before answering. "Yes and no. I can't say I have romantic feelings for him and that does concern me but I do adore the man and I love having him around to do all that he does. Does that make sense?"

"It does. But to get back to what you were saying, you are telling me all this because?"

"I'm telling you this because you have been an important part of his training. It's good for him to interact with you. You are a Mistress he honestly fears and I want him to see he needs to obey not only me but you too."

"How can I be of help? It looks like you are going to do things your own way Sharon. I hope you know what you are doing."

"I don't know that I do," she said honestly. "What I do know is I can't do it that way. I can't be that brutal to him. I don't mind stretching him but I can't take him that close to his limit." She pushed aside a tear. "And your way is past my limits. I just can't be that kind of Mistress. I just can't."

"I hope your method works, whatever that method is."

"I hope so too. It has to work. I have to train him according to my style. I need to do things my way. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you by not following through with what you wanted."

"Don't worry about disappointing me. Yes I was upset but it wasn't because you stopped with the beating. It was because you had cut the collar. I understand completely about you having to do things your way. I really do Sharon."

"Thank you. I needed to hear you say that." 

Mariko smiled warmly. "Thanks for coming so soon to talk. I like you Sharon."

She smiled meekly. "Thank you. I need to talk to you about something else as well."

"What's that?"

"It wasn't just him who messed up last week. It was me too."

"No it wasn't." Mariko stated firmly.

She dismissed her comment. "I'm wondering if I might have played a role in what he did. Even though he made a bad choice I want to be sure I didn't do things or not do things that made him feel as if he had a right to make the choices he did. What I want to ask you is: What else can I do to make him mine? I need to know if there is more I could be doing, Mariko. That's all. I need your advice, or at least I need you to think about it."

"I'll think about it. I'm sure you can do more but I don't think you could have done any more at this point in his training. Certain things need to be established before progressing to others. What you were doing was spot on. That's what you need to remember."

"Thank you. I needed to hear that." She took another deep breath and sat, "OK, let me hear it."

Mariko let out a hearty laugh. "Hear what?"

"Hear about all the mistakes I made by letting him go."

"You humor me Ms Ashby. In fact, you astound me. I admire the way you have gotten him back and I commend you for it." She paused, and then added, "But I don't think you should have released him."

"I know you don't, but I did."

"And you made the best of it and you got him back so what happened is water under the bridge. It can't be changed."

"It was Bobby who initiated us getting back together, not me."

"Well there isn't a chance in a million I'll ever congratulate him, even if he did do the right thing. He is a slave; and a new one too. He needs to be treated like one. It's the only way they learn. I'll commend you but not him. Not yet anyway."

Sharon listened intently. "That's why I want you to be a part of his life. The more people that can reinforce obedience and humility the better my chances are of really reforming his thought processes and values. I want him to want me. I mean really want me."

"You are a joy to talk with," Mariko said. "The best mistresses have emotional attachments to their slaves. A bond in which you both express mutual needs, albeit opposite ones, makes for the best slaves and the happiest of women."

"That's what I'm counting on. I do have feelings for him. Not romantic ones and I don't know how much I really adore him but I do like him quite a bit; at least as my slave."

Mariko beamed. Sharon realized just how beautiful she was when she put the serious part of her personality aside and let people see this side. 

"I'm happy to be a part of his training. Send him in here sometime when you're ready. I need my feet worshipped."

"Thank you Mariko. I'm glad we are friends."

"Me too; now I need to get back to work," she insisted.

"So do I. I have a lot of catching up to do." She stood feeling so much better as she returned to the conference room than she did just a few minutes before.

She checked her email and smiled. She couldn't help but smile as she thought how nice it was to know she'd have her slave back under her desk once more.

When Sharon opened her computer she saw the familiar email address and read:

Dear Sis, 

Thanks for taking the time to come and visit. It was so good t see you. I don't know that I was of any help sorting out your guy problems - or should I say 'slave problems'. LOL. Seriously though, I'll keep our conversation between the two of us. I don't think Mom is ready to hear that the guy you're with doesn't wear clothes most of the time :)

Don't wait so long before you come back again. You know, Texas needs the two of us girls back together. Maybe next time you can bring your guy and let me see what it's like to be treated like a queen. (I really would love to meet him.)

Love ya,

Deb.

How nice it was to have a sibling that really listened and really understood and most of all who never judged. Oh, how she wished she could enjoy a relationship with a guy too. Why she didn't she couldn't understand but then again, she couldn't identify with the pain and fear she experienced when her X had let those men use her as they did. Sharon's eyes started tearing up again. How many times had she cried in the past week? Too many, but then again, maybe all this was needed to get her head back in the proper frame of mind. She wrote a short reply to Deb and then opened the Excel spreadsheet she needed to review. 

During the week that followed Ms. Ashby reinstituted the previous routines. Thirty-five remained naked except while in public. She returned to dropping him off and picking him up at a remote location but changed it to a nearby bus stop. The distance was further and required him to jog to and from work. It was also in a public area so others could easily see her putting him in and letting him out of her trunk. While at work, she sent him to Mistress Mariko daily for foot worship, made him eat from his dog bowl and only once let him worship her feet. At home the cage became his sleeping abode, despite the cooler weather. As uncomfortable as it was to spend the night naked with temperatures dropping into the 50's Sharon resisted the temptation to bring him inside. On Friday she even kept him locked in the cage until Sunday morning. As soon as she let him out she presented him with a long list of chores that took him until almost midnight before he finished. Throughout the entire day she inspected and critiqued his work, making him redo things even if they were done perfectly. When he finished, long after she had turned in for the night, he followed her instructions, letting himself back into the cage. 

After work each evening he cooked her dinner. While she ate, he worked. After dinner she drilled him in both present and worship positions; made him do calisthenics and generally had him do a physical workout before sending him out for the night. Her rationale of course was to reestablish dominance. She needed him to know intrinsically that the playing field was not level; that she was the entitled one and he was nothing in comparison. She knew now, better than before, that this was going to take some time but time was no longer her enemy. She had learned from the past hiccup. Besides, she had been able to see into his heart that evening on the porch. He had stated his intentions and they fortunately meshed with hers. Habits, rituals, routines and constant reminders of her dominance became her modus operandi. 

The one change she made was genital play. While he stood or knelt in present position, she spent time each evening fondling his balls, needling the end of his cock with a fingernail and generally enjoying making him swell within the miniscule cage that encapsulated him. This was his treat, but she came to look forward to it just as much. Someday she'd let him out but now as not the time. He need more time to conform and strengthen his resolve to serve. "Lift and lower his spirit. Eventually his will become mine and I will have him forever." Those words, although paraphrased from the author who penned them became a constant reminder. She thought of them often and used the principles contained in that wisdom to remain strong.

The strict structure of his day brought about immediate changes that she quickly recognized. She could see the change in his demeanor. He became more deferential. He spoke more respectfully. She could feel the adoration in his behavior and words. She liked what she saw and Mariko made comments confirming her observation. He was moving in the right direction. She kept up with the current structure throughout the remainder of October and into November. The only addition was a blanket for him to curl up inside at night, although even with it, she still found him shivering on most mornings. The jolt of the morning hose down continued to be the first thing he endured at the start of every day. Sharon could see that the honeymoon period during their back-step conversation, after she flew back from Dallas had long since past. He was back into a slave mentality and had done well. It was time to reward him and claim him once more.

Sharon and Mariko took time to enjoy a quiet lunch at the Lazy K the week prior to Thanksgiving. Sharon had put talking to her about something long enough. She needed her advice. After their meal, Mariko ordered two Summer Shandies. It was a beer Sharon had never tasted but found refreshing and quite enjoyable. And so over those drinks Sharon posed the question, "What more should I be doing?"

"Do you remember me telling you some time ago that men think with their genitals?"

Sharon smiled broadly. "If I'm not mistaken I believe you said that in this very place."

"I think you're right. I had forgotten." She took another sip of her drink before continuing. "One of the easiest and probably the most essential way to keep a man committed is to use his sexuality against him."

"Against him?"

"Well, not really against him but because men will do anything for sex, it is well known in Mistress-slave circles that a slave can be easily controlled and kept quite content in the process."

"So why didn't you tell me to focus on that instead of all the disciplinary stuff? Wouldn't it have been the easier path?"

"It wouldn't have worked. Discipline is the foundational trait that all men need to learn. Once that's been established discipline can be maintained, and even encouraged using sex. I'm not saying you won't need to tie him to cross again and give him a good lashing. You need to keep doing that whenever he disobeys. He needs to know you can and will hurt him if he crosses established lines. But as you alter his thinking and he becomes more malleable to your will you can substitute a good dose of sex-play for the physical hardships you've readily imposed.

Mariko took another sip, set the beer down and leaned forward, "So, with that said, when are you going to start enjoying that man's tongue. I've been using my feet as a training tool but when are you going to take over?"

"I let him worship my feet every now and then," she said innocently.

"Sharon, there are times when you simply amaze me with your insight, and intuition and smarts; and then there are other times when I wonder how you made it through life all these years without considering certain things. As brilliant as you are you can be equally naïve too."

"And this must be one of those other times?" She blushed amidst a bright smile.

"One of the greatest joys a man can give a woman is oral pleasure," she paused. "But I'm not talking about foot worship. I'm talking about pussy worship."

Sharon scanned the area, making sure others did not hear her comment.

"Oh hell woman who gives a shit if people are listening? Every woman in here feels exactly the same. Look, you asked me for advice and this is my advice. Teach him to lick your pussy and satisfy you sexually."

Sharon squirreled up her nose and bit her lip. "Mariko," she said leaning forward and speaking softly, "I've never had anyone lick me and I've only had sex once!"

"Sharon, did you forget that you are the Mistress and he is your slave? There is nothing to be worried about. You make him do what you want and he will do it. You shouldn't even be thinking twice about making him serve you in this way. If you want something you get it. That's the life of a mistress, girlfriend."

"But I've never done it," she said again.

"Well then you are in for the treat of your life." She smiled broadly. "Tell you what, do you want to come and see how it's done?"

"Watch someone lick you? Absolutely not!"

"Not me, my daughter. Do you remember her?"

"I don't want to watch her Mariko. What's wrong with you? I haven't even met the woman!" Sharon's voice rose in pitch.

"You don't understand. Kamelah is a part of my mission. She helps train males - at least all the single ones and many of the married ones too. And she loves to have her pussy licked. She loves it so much she serves as one of the volunteers that train the single ones how to please with their tongue."

"You're joking right?"

"No! I'm dead serious. In fact she has slaves eat her pussy most every day. She could care less if you or anyone else stopped in watch her teach."

"You're serious!"

"Of course I'm serious. I'd be happy to teach you too but this might a less uncomfortable way of learning since you don't know her."

"Mariko, I just..."

"Look, think about it and if you want to meet up with her you can. You can even bring your slave. Every guy she teaches eats her blindfolded and she'd expect the same from 35. He will hear but he won't see anything."

"Now that's a thought." She paused contemplating her offer. "It's really that good?"

"It's better than good. Oral sex is god's gift to women. You don't need to worry about him getting his goo on you; you don't have to be concerned with reaching an orgasm before he comes and loses his hard on; you don't even need to endure him lying on top of you. You just put him between your legs or sit on his face and tell him to lick."

"What do you like most about it?" Her interest obviously piqued.

"Oh girl, there's a million things I like about it but one of the best parts is that I can come ten times if I want or I can have him eat me five times in a day if I'm feeling horny. It's the perfect way for a woman to enjoy sex. She can be treated as often and as much as she wants it and there's no pressure for her to perform. He does all the work and I enjoy all the pleasure. And besides, the fact that he's down there pleasing me reinforces the fact that his job is service. I have someone over most nights of the week and I never tire of being eaten."

"And I've been missing out all these years!" She said playfully.

"Yes you have." Mariko smiled. "Give it some thought and if you decide you want to watch you know I'm only a phone call."

"Thank you Mariko. You are the best!"

Mariko smiled and handed Sharon the bill. "Here's my fee for the advice."

...

On Thanksgiving morning after having 35 serve her breakfast she laid out her plans for the day.

"After you are through cleaning up I want to do something special."

Thirty-five's ears perked. "Thank you Mistress."

"I'm going to have you collared."

Bobby grinned widely. "Does this mean my probationary period is over?"

"No 35 it does not."

He immediately felt an empty pit in his gut. "What was he not doing that kept her from gaining trust in him? Was his screw up really that big?" He thought.

"Like with the first collar, I'm going to have it dated and stamped like before but instead of the September date I'm going to use the October date - the day you recommitted yourself to me."

"May I speak freely Mistress?"

"Speak!"

"I think you should use the date when Mistress Komatzu gave you to me. That's when I became your slave and you became my Mistress."

"I hadn't considered that but I like that. Do you know the date?"

"I'm sure I can figure it out."

"You do that. I'll think about it." She continued, "I'm also going to stamp you with the same slave number just so there's no confusion with Mistress Mariko's numbering system."

"Yes Ma'am."

"I want you to think if there is anything you want engraved on your collar. You know," she paused, "something you think I might like. If you come up with something, just tell the metalworker."

"Don't you want to approve it first if I do have something to add?"

"Normally yes, but in this case no. I want you to come up with something yourself."

"I'm afraid to make a mistake."

"You don't need to have him put anything on it if you don't want to. I'm simply giving you the option."

"Thank you."

"Afterward I thought you and I might take a drive. School is closed and we do have a long weekend to enjoy. Kind of like a mini vacation."

"Where do you want to go?"




A Tennessee Education Pt. 04



"I have an idea. But let's see how the morning goes."

An hour later Sharon drove to Mistress Linda's home. Her slave, of course, was Charlie, the metal worker. Sharon had made arrangements some days ago and this time suited Linda best. Thirty-five was let out of the trunk and followed his Mistress standing in deference to the two women as they briefly conversed inside. Linda pointed to the backyard indicating where his shop was and Mistress sent 35 on his way with instructions to wait by the back door when through.

When Bobby entered the shop, Charlie put down his tools. He had been crafting a cage. Bobby noted retaining rings of various sizes hanging on nails. Below were cages, all of identical length - the standard 1.5" that Ms. K had established as the norm. 

"Are you getting ready for Christmas?" Bobby said casually, nodding to his work.

Charlie smiled. "The thing is, by Christmas most of these will be locked on some slaves' cock."

"They are being converted at that rate?" Counting, he estimated Charlie had at least 30 cages constructed.

"About one a day. That's what I figure. I keep pretty busy making them. Word has been getting out in the past year. I think it has to do with the women's group. The Mistresses talk and other women are starting to listen. They take note how their slaves act and, well, things happen after that."

"I love being Mistress Sharon's slave."

"Doesn't seem like that to me."

"What makes you say that?"

"The fact that I have to do this again. I've only collared a few guys twice. You're on thin ice if you ask me."

Bobby felt a torrent of guilt engulf him. "I am hoping that because I'm here it's a good sign. I want to be hers. I really do."

"Sounds like you aren't sure if she feels the same."

"I'm not sure. That's what bothers me."

"Then do more. Serve her until it hurts. You can't make her decide but you can persuade her by how you act. If I were you I'd do everything she ever asked and then some. Now come here. Let's get this done."

Bobby let Charlie take measurements, and size the collar. He thought about what he had said. Knowing his collar number was in the 400's was important to Bobby. He had lived this life for years and probably knew what he was talking about. He was trying to do everything Mistress had asked but hearing Charlie's point of view reinforced what his gut was telling him that he needed to be the perfect slave. And that was what he wanted most; to be all hers and feel her ownership. 

Before the collar was shaped Bobby told him the date, slave number and phrase to engrave on the steel rod.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He said not looking up from his work. 

"It was Mistress' idea. She told me I could have you add whatever I wanted.

"I like it." He smiled. "Remember these words man. Don't disappoint her."

"I won't. And thanks for being so honest. I appreciate it."

...

Mistress Sharon drove alone. She knew this was going to be an interesting next few hours but she felt like they both needed this. A little before 2 PM she pulled into the parking lot of an old country store. The store was closed, probably because it was Thanksgiving. Most of the shops and stores around her were empty today. This was a day like Christmas in which family's spent time together. She smiled sadly thinking of the family gathering she was missing in Oklahoma. Deb had flown north and she knew everyone else would be there too. She would have too except not being there. There was no way she was going to leave 35 alone. She told Deb who she knew would relay the news to the rest of her kin. "Maybe later she'd call home and say hi to Mom and Dad," she said to herself.

She banged on the hood. "Get dressed. You have two minutes."

Sharon felt the car suddenly move as he squirmed into his clothes. This really was country. She could hear the birds chirping and insects in the nearby trees and overgrowth. Pulling out her purse she checked her makeup. After a touch-up and a quick brushing of her brunette hair she opened the hatch. Thirty-five squinted as sunlight hit his dilated pupils.

"Where are we?"

She didn't answer. He looked around. When he saw the store she smiled.

"Randolf? We're in Randolf!"

"Yep, your place is right down the road."

"Yea it is."

"Comb your hair." She handed him a brush. "I texted your mom yesterday."

"What? You did? How did you get her cell?"

"I used your phone." She watched for his reaction. To his credit he didn't react. "Anyway, she thinks you texted her and that's going to be your story. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. I told her you wanted to come for dinner and that you were bringing someone very special. She asked who but you said you wanted it to be a surprise."

He smiled. "Well it's going to be."

"Don't disappoint me 35. If you do, you know the consequences."

Adrenaline pumped through his body as a thousand different scenarios, both known and unknown ran through his mind. He had no clue she would ever bring him here. It was one thing for Jasmine to bring him home and quite another for Mistress to take him to his parents. "How am I going to handle this? What else hasn't she told me?" He was nearing an anxiety attack when she interrupted his thoughts.

She could see he was stressed. "Would you rather go home 35?"

That's when it hit him. Clarity came and almost immediately his mind was awash with calm. She was beautiful. Standing there wearing dark pants and a pretty top under a white cardigan he saw her once more for who she was. "No Mistress," he said confidently. "I'm glad you did this. It will be good for my parents to meet you."

She smiled brightly, her expression making her appear even more beautiful. She observed his apparent anxious demeanor for only a few seconds before it suddenly vanished. "That's nice to know."

He brushed his slacks clean of a few lint balls.

"What were you just thinking?" She asked.

"How beautiful you look."

"What was going through your head just before I told you we could go home?"

"Lots of things. Mostly how things were going to go with my folks."

"We can still head back north."

"I know but I told them we'd be there and I want you to meet them."

Mistress smirked, "As you wish slave."

Ten minutes later they stood on the back steps of the old three-story home. It was an older home and similar to all the others in this old country hamlet. Bobby had told her the basic layout: four bedrooms upstairs and an attic above that. The first floor had a similar floor-plan as her home with a living and dining room and kitchen and back utility room. 

Bobby knocked on the back door, the door commonly used by those that came and went. Yelling he let himself and Mistress in and once inside their olfactory senses was assaulted with the heavenly smells of home cooked food. "Smells great mom," he yelled. 

"Bobby hugged his mother and introduced his guest. "Mom, Mistress Sharon."

His mother looked at him questioningly not sure she heard him correctly.

Sharon extended her hand. "Sharon Ashby ma'am. I've heard lots of good things about you."

"Call me Gail," she said pleased. She looked at Sharon and then Bobby, placing them side by side in her mind and grinned. She thought how nice it was to see her son with a nice girl his age finally.

A few seconds later his father came down the stairs. He was in his sixties and somewhat rotund with thinning gray hair. His eyes were blue and alert. "Who'd you bring with you Bobby? She's a pretty one."

"Walter!" Gail scolded gently.

"Dad, I want you to meet Mistress Sharon."

"Sorry Bobby, what was the name?"

Sharon extended her hand, "Sharon Ashby, Mr. Lewis."

"It's a pleasure meeting you Sharon. How long have you two known one another?

"Since early September. Your son and I are working together at the high school."

"Well you sure fund yourself a pretty one Son."

Bobby smiled. "I sure did."

"The food smells wonderful Gail," Sharon said. "Would you like some help?"

"I'd love some. The turkey needs basting."

"Thirty-five, help your mother. Mr. Lewis, can you tell me where your bathroom is?"

Walter and Gail both watched as Bobby opened the oven and examined the bird.

"Mr. Lewis?"

"Oh, pardon my manners; up the steps and straight ahead. You can't miss it."

"Thank you."

As soon as Walter heard the door shut upstairs he grabbed his son by the arm. "What did you call her?" 

"And what's with the steel ring around your neck?" His mother asked hurriedly.

Bobby smiled, drizzled more juice over the turkey and stood. "I call her Mistress Sharon. Why?"

"Mistress?" his mom asked aghast.

"Yes, I call her Mistress. Do you have a problem with that? It's not a four letter word as far as I know."

"What kind of girl did you bring home?" Gail hissed in a whispered voice.

"A really nice girl. She's pretty and smart and she likes me. She just expects me to call her Mistress. And so I do." 

His parents looked at each other obviously not pleased.

"Mom, she is a wonderful woman and I am so lucky that she has taken to me."

"Is she some kind of feminist or something?" Her dad asked.

"So what's with this?" Gail said pointing to the collar.

"Hi 35, am I interrupting a private conversation?" The room suddenly grew awkwardly quiet as Sharon returned.

"Not at all Mistress. My parents were asking how we met and why I refer to you as I do."

"Nothing wrong with asking about that. Gail and Walter, you've raised quite a charming son."

"And Mom wanted to know about my collar."

"Your collar?" Gail gasped.

Sharon spoke. "Mr. Lewis, when you hear the word Mistress what comes to mind?"

"Uh," he said. "I think of some lady that runs some old English mansion back in the old days."

"Well with your son I am the one in charge. That's why he calls me Mistress. He does what I tell him and that collar is a gift I gave him to remind him that I am."

Gail asked quietly, "Bobby said you were brought up in the church."

"I was; all my life."

"Is all this biblical? I mean, it sounds like it's all backward to me."

For the past two weeks, Sharon had been planning this get together and she knew conversations like this were bound to occur. In particular she knew this inquiry, in one form or another was going to be asked and so she was prepared. Taking her time she digressed a bit, talking about various biblical characters and stories and eventually brought her remarks around to the very passage she knew they'd use against her. She did so in such a way as to give them no recourse but remain silent.

"That's why the collar is engraved with a number. See, look here," she pointed to the number while Bobby bent down." It's a number marking him as a slave. Kind of like how Jesus told us we should be slaves to our Father in Heaven."

"Sharon!" Gail gasped.

"Stand up son!" His father commanded.

Sharon gently pressed her hand on 35's shoulder while she addressed Gail. Thirty-five dare not move.

"I'm sorry we can't see eye to eye but I hope you can see that 35 is very happy. He wanted you to meet me and I very much enjoy his service. I just reminded him not to long ago that if he ever wanted to leave I wouldn't ever get in his way. "He's still here," she said patting is head. "Stand." she said quietly.

"Dad, you didn't mention the verse after the one you told Mistress."

"What verse?" he said indignantly.

"The one that says husbands are to love their wives to the point of death - like how Jesus loved people."

"But you aren't her husband."

"I know that but neither is she my wife."

His father glared at him; his nostrils flaring in anger.

"Dad I am not doing anything wrong by submitting to her."

"Submitting! What the hell can't you see? Men don't submit. Women do!"

Gail gasped. "Walter. How dare you say that? You know better than say I submit to you."

"What are you talking about?" He said.

"You know that we work as a team. I never vowed to obey you when we married. We deliberately kept that word out of our marriage vows."

The air hung thick with tension. Having been backed into a corner Walter changed the subject. "So where are you living Bobby? Did you have any trouble finding a place to live? That area where you work has quite a high crime rate."

"I'm not living in the city. Mistress and I live about a half-hour away. She has a nice home in Maple Grove."

"Oh god!" he exclaimed.

"So you two are living together." Gail said disapprovingly.

Sharon replied, "Gail, if you are worried that we are sleeping together let me assure you we aren't. We don't even sleep on the same floor."

"And we've never even kissed!" Bobby said grinning oddly.

"No, I guess we haven't. Hmmm, I never even gave that much thought," Sharon observed.

"So she's not your girlfriend?" Walter asked.

"Walter!" Gail chirped once more. "My husband asks the most intrusive questions sometimes. I apologize for that."

"Gail. It's really not a big deal. I don't mind you asking and I know your son doesn't."

"OK then," Walter said, "is she your girl?"

"No dad, she's my Mistress." He let the words hang a moment. "And I'm her slave - Thirty-five. Remember?"

Sharon watched Walter do his best to not explode. She wondered how many times he'd have his values challenged before he truly lost it.

Gail wasn't convinced Sharon was telling the truth. "Bobby, is she being honest with me?"

"Yes Mom. Of course she is."

"I mean about the no sex part."

Sharon grabbed Bobby's crotch and squeezed. He didn't flinch. "Gail, we can't have sex. I have him locked up inside a steel cage. He's pure. That's biblical isn't it? Purity, I mean."

Gail and Walter both gasped. It was just too much to process and the conversation for the past twenty minutes made Thanksgiving seem light years away. Sharon had chosen her words well. After all, the bible did teach purity and here was the very assurance that Bobby would remain so. Gail's jaw hung open. She had no words to respond.

Walter asked, "Is the food about ready Gail"

"Oh my gosh! I forgot about the food. Yes it is. Everything is ready to eat and you know how I am about not letting good food wait."

"Amen to that. Get the show on the road Gail!" Walter ordered.

"Gail?" Sharon asked taking her by the arm. "How about you and I have a seat at the table and we let these two capable men put the food in bowls and platters. I'm sure you've been the one slaving away all morning."

Everyone looked at everyone else. Gail finally spoke. "That sounds like a Thanksgiving tradition I could begin enjoying."

"Then let it begin now," Sharon said as the ladies watched the buys walk slowly into the kitchen.

Walter scowled at his son. "What kind of woman did you drag in here?"

"She's the best thing that has ever happened to me dad. Don't go judging her. I've never met anyone like her."

"Neither have I," he hissed. "That's what concerns me. Look at us. We're in the kitchen and they are in there relaxing."

"And Mom and Mistress love it. Isn't it nice we can do this for them?"

Walter didn't have an answer. He kept spooning out the stuffing from the bird while Bobby cut the meat, separating the white from the dark into two piles.

Sharon and Bobby left several hours later. The conversation moved away from the younger couples' relationship and on to other subjects. Sharon told of her upbringing and found Walter to be quite interested in her tales about life on the ranch. The two of them talked and talked and Sharon found his fascination with ranch life humorous. They must have spent an hour on that subject alone. Sharon realized 35's dad really did have a enthrallment with the wild, wild, west although Sharon did her best to let him know it wasn't anywhere like it was portrayed on old TV westerns. 

Gail dug out the old photo albums and soon the four of them were huddled together. Sharon listened while the Lewis family reminisced of trips, vacations and significant events they shared during the past thirty or so years. Walter even had Gail pull out their album, the one containing photos of them when they were in high school. Sharon learned they had known one another as kids and married as soon as they were both eighteen. 

It was the hours conversing after the intense pre-dinner conversation when Gail and Walter really got to see the side of Sharon; the side that Bobby loved. Later that evening after they had left Gail and Walter spoke of her intellect, her attention to detail, the way she kept Bobby close and how charming and interesting she was. Walter made mention at least ten times how pretty she was and even laughed that she kept Bobby locked. They struggled with the whole Mistress-slave thing but could see they did share a genuine friendship they couldn't help but admire.

Waving goodbye from the front porch Mr. and Mrs. Lewis watched their son and girlfriend leave. They watched once more in horror as Sharon opened the trunk and their son climbed in. Upon locking the door Sharon blew them a kiss and settled herself into the driver seat, waving goodbye as she backed out. She didn't smile but inwardly she was about to explode with laughter as she caught their reaction. For Sharon it was the perfect way to end their stay and she felt abundantly proud of her slave. "One down; one to go," she said quietly.

...

"Don't undress," Sharon had told 35 as he climbed into the trunk. 

Thirty-five wondered where they were going next. Obviously it must be somewhere public. "Why else the unusual order?" he thought.

When she next opened the lid the parking lot was immediately recognizable. He got out quickly and she snapped a leash onto his collar.

"Let's go have a drink or two." I want to meet some of your friends." Sharon said. She thought once more about her modus operandi, "Push him. Take him out of his comfort zone. Make him realize he is owned not just privately but publically." She wondered which would be harder, time with family or time with friends. He had gone above and beyond her expectations with his folks. This would be another test.

Thirty-five looked at her curiously. "Permission to speak," she said.

"Do I have permission to speak at will again - like you gave me at home?"

"Home? Home is with me."

Thirty-five grinned. "I mean at my parents."

"Permission granted. But remember. I'm not your friend," her eyes suddenly penetrating. "I'm your Mistress."

"Always."

"Let's go." She tugged on his leash and led him inside.

For a Thanksgiving evening, the place was surprisingly busy. Bobby spotted several familiar faces within seconds. Sharon marched him to the bar and ordered two beers. Bobby greeted the bartender casually but received an odd look in return. It was the leash and he knew it.

"Let's find a table slave," she said loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. Several heads turned and soon most all watched as she marched with him in tow to the far side of the room and sat. 

Bobby waved to several but remained seated at their table. Focusing his attention on her they talked about their visit with his parents. She commended him for being such an obedient slave. 

"Do you mind being leashed, slave?"

"No. I understand what you are doing."

She smiled devilishly. "And what is that?"

He sipped his beer. "I think you are marking me as yours to all my friends."

"Maybe I am. I hadn't thought of it quite that way but I guess it's doing that too." She looked around the bar. "So, you don't mind having this on?" she yanked on the leather strap playfully.

"No Mistress. Earlier today I realized just how much I am yours. That's what made my time at my parents so easy. I belong to you and there is no shame in that."

Sharon smiled. "Was that a hard decision to make?"

"For about ten seconds it was agony and then I suddenly saw things for what it was and all the internal tension left. Like I told my folks, there is no shame in being yours. I want to be yours and I wanted my parents to get to know you - and me as your slave" he added, "for who we are. It really was pretty easy after that; real easy in fact."




A Tennessee Education Pt. 04



"Easier for you than for your parents." she laughed.

"I'm sure they will talk about today for the next month."

"And tell their friends?"

"Not a chance. It's going to take them time to deal with everything we hit them with."

"Maybe when we see them again it will be easier."

"Hey Bobby, who is the pretty woman?" called Willie.

"Hey bro, how's it going? This is Mistress."

"Say what?"

"Mistress, Mistress Sharon."

Willie looked at him curiously. Sharon extended her hand thinking, "Here we go again."

"Pleased to meet you Willie. Your friend Bobby calls me Mistress because I own him now. See the collar?" She pulled the leash tight so he could see what it was attached to. "He's a marked man; he's my man."

Willie listened but was slow to comprehend. He couldn't help but see the leash and steel ring around his boyhood friends' neck. His thoughts remained only his. A moment later a woman walked up beside and introduced herself as Lucy, Willies wife. 

"I like the collar Bobby. Need to get me one like it for my man." She kissed him on the cheek and introduced herself. Bobby introduced Sharon to her and soon the two women were talking. Lucy had a pretty face and Sharon could tell at one time she was probably quite attractive. Most likely her body had succumbed to too much fried food and having to nurse babies. She could see the added weight didn't do anything to flatter her and the drooping boobs were a bit premature for a girl of her age.

Sharon laughed at her remark. "Just let me know when you want Willie to become his twin and I'll send a guy down here. He'll be happy to corral another out of control man. And I'll buy a leash just for you! It will be my pleasure to do so."

Lucy giggled and took a long pull from a Bud Lite. "Seriously, what's going on here? You're just joking around with the collar and leash thing right?"

Sharon knew the answer she was expecting. She'd probably never seen a collared and leashed man in her life. "Thirty-five, answer Lucy's question."

"She's not joking. Like I told Willie just before you came; Sharon is my Mistress, and I'm her slave."

"What the fuck!" Willie yelled. "What happened to the blonde chick? What the fuck!" He said again walking away before returning once more.

"Willie," Sharon asked. "Does Lucy ever tell you what to do?"

"All the fucking time. What's that got to do with anything?"

Unfazed by his tirade she pressed on, "And do you do what she says?" 

"He better. He knows what's good for him if he don't." Lucy added.

"Willie, is that how it is at home?" Sharon pressed.

"Yea; why?"

"Cause that means you got yourself a Mistress too. You just didn't know you did."

"Hell I do. I'll beat the bitch if she ever put something like that around my neck."

"It be the last dam day you ever slept in my bed," Lucy said now getting irritated at his remark. "You ever lay a hand on me and you're gone."

Sharon could see Lucy was no pushover. This woman could stand toe to toe with him any day. Willie didn't speak. Sharon did. "My point is this Willie. Someone always makes a final decision in any relationship. Your friend Bobby here simply told me that he wanted me to make all of them. In my mind that makes him my slave and in his mind it makes me his Boss. He just calls me Mistress instead but it's all the same."

"So why the leash?" his voice now more composed.

"Cause I thought it be good for all his friends to see that I am his boss. Made my point with you now didn't I?" She smirked and looked so beautiful doing so.

"Missy girl," Lucy said. "Where you from?"

"Oklahoma. Raised on a ranch. I grew up a cowgirl. Country girl just like you."

"I like you. I'm going to have to talk to my girlfriends and tell'em bout you."

Sharon wrote her cell number on the beer coaster. "Call me any time you want to talk. I really can get that guy I told you about to come down and stick a collar him.

"C'mon Lucy, let's go play some pool." Willie pulled her by the arm. He didn't want his wife getting any creepy ideas from the chick that had already sunk her claws into one of his best friends.

"Nice meet'in ya'll." Lucy said waving the coaster as she headed off.

It took two hours and several more similar conversations before she finally showed. Sharon hadn't seen her enter but when she saw Bobby's eyes widen she knew she was here. 

"I'm going to visit the ladies room slave." She never turned to see why he reacted. She didn't need to. Locking the leash through one of her chair spindles she hopped off the bar seat and left. After a lengthy absence she returned. Bobby sat alone. She wondered what had transpired. 

"Did you see my slave," she said to the curvy blonde.

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

Sharon extended her hand. "You must be Jasmine. I'm Sharon Ashby. I'm Bobby Lewis' Mistress." 

She motioned with her head in his direction and they both turned to look his way. "I own him. Thought you'd want to know that."

Jasmine grabbed Sharon by the arm to pull her out of the crowd. Sharon slapped her arm. "Get your hands off me," her voice sounding stern and confident.

"Sorry, I wanted to talk to you privately."

"I've got nothing to hide. What's up?"

"You can't do this to a guy. I mean, you can't do that to Bobby."

"Why not Jasmine?"

"Are you the one that locked that thing over his cock too?"

"No. Another woman did but she didn't want him and so she gave him to me." She pulled out the key resting between her breasts and fondled the chain. "See, I have the key now."

"Lady, you can't keep him locked."

"Like I said before, what's it to you? I do all kinds of things to him."

"Because I want him." she said finally.

"Come on," Sharon grabbed Jasmine's arm and nudged her in the direction of Bobby. She noted how perfectly she was built. Mostly it was her breasts. Her C's didn't compare to Jasmine's massive orbs. But she was taller than the blonde and Sharon figured her legs were probably better looking. Jasmine didn't have everything over her. And besides, rumor had it that her IQ probably didn't reach a three-digit figure so she had nothing to worry about.

When they reached Bobby Sharon said, "Did you two get a chance to talk yet?"

"Yes Mistress, we did."

"Jasmine tells me she doesn't like you all collared and caged but I told her I owned you and that was that." Sharon looked first at 35 and then at Jasmine before continuing. "So what do you want Jasmine? Here he is. Do you want to ask my slave anything? I'll make him tell you the truth. If he lies and I find out I'll beat the shit out of him."

Jasmine's eyes widened. She reached out to touch his cheek but Sharon pulled her hand away. "I didn't say you could touch my slave."

"May I?" her voice sheepish.

"Sure."

She did. "Does she really beat you?"

Bobby nodded.

"And you let her?"

"She ties me to a big cross in her basement first. I have no choice."

"Why do you stay with her?"

"Because," he looked at Mistress while answering Jasmine, "Because I love her."

"Oh Bobby, I wanted you so bad. Why her?"

"Because she owns me and like I said. I love Mistress."

Jasmine burst into tears. "You, you bitch. I hate you. Someday I'll repay you for all of this."

"Be careful woman. Be very careful."

"I hate you!" she yelled and ran off in the direction of the ladies room.

Sharon swallowed hard trying to remain composed. Thirty five had delivered the knockout punch to her rival. He professed his choice and done so with both of them standing there. She knew that what he said wouldn't sit well with Jasmine and she reacted as Sharon had expected. And although Jasmine really wasn't her arrival she remained a threat; a threat in that she might try to rock the boat at some later point. 

Pushing her hateful words aside she remembered what 35 had said, "He loves me!" That surprised her. "Where did the love-word come from?" She hadn't realized he had that degree of affection toward her. She liked the level of commitment he professed but she couldn't say in all honesty that love was any part of what she felt toward him. More like pleased or satisfied or powerful or some other word that conveyed power was how she'd describe her feelings. 

After staring blankly at nothing in particular she fixed her gaze on 35. He was watching her. She smiled; a bright and beautiful smile. 

"Is everything OK Mistress?"

"Let's go 35. You've been a good boy. There's nothing more to be accomplished here." 

They left quietly; Mistress Sharon guiding him out using the leash that was bound to her slave. Eyes everywhere followed them until they exited the bar. They left the lights of the par and were immediately enveloped in the darkness of a moonless night. After getting 35 settled she exhaled deeply got herself situated and started the engine. The day had gone better than she could have guessed. What she couldn't dismiss was her disposition. She was finally feeling like a mistress; and that felt really good. Most of that had to do with his attitude but as she pulled out onto the road and headed north she couldn't escape the knowledge that she was a part of it all. 

She had brought him here to test his resolve and he passed that test easily. He never backtracked when his parents challenged him. He never let anyone talk down to her without defending her. He served her valiantly. He adored her through both intense and lighthearted conversations. He deferred always and the feelings that came from seeing him so dependent and so happy to be dependent pleased her more than she at first realized. But she demonstrated more resolve and tenacity than she thought possible. She giggled when thinking back to some of the things she had said to Gail and Walter. She couldn't believe she had grabbed his cage and challenged Gail's judgmental attitude when she had insinuated they were sleeping together. And then to stand up to Willie, and later JT and even Jasmine, well it was the perfect way to end their stay in Randolf.

...

Shar,

Happy Thanksgiving! Miss you. Hope I'm not bothering you two love birds but I think I found the website that your Asian lady runs. Typed in Riverton TN and then a few keywords and eventually found what I think is hers. I'm sure you are probably wondering why I even did that. Truth is I still have guy issues even though my shrink tells me I'm fine. I am still scared. I can't get close to guys in fear that something bad might happen. The memories are still there. Not often but every now and again. (As if you don't know this already. Why am I telling you? LOL You know about all my hang-ups.)

Anyway, I wondered if dating a guy that couldn't hurt me might work. You know, a guy like you have. They seem pretty safe. At least yours does. Still not sure but it makes me wonder. I just wanted to write really. It gets lonely working the market from home all the time even if the place I have here is in a beautiful spot. I pasted the link to her site below and attached a few pics from the deck just to make you jealous.

Write soon,

Love ya,

Deb

Thirty-five had been standing at the foot of her bed for some time. Sharon had been down stairs catching up on emails and sorting through mail. Mistress had told him to strip and go there as soon as she had parked the car. When he heard the stairs creek he tightened his present position just a bit more. She came in the room behind him, squeezed his ass and then continued on to the bathroom. When she returned she wore only a short negligee and bikini panties. Pulling down the sheets she climbed on the bed and sat cross-legged facing him. Bobby's eyes remained focused on some unknown point on the spread between them.

"You made me very happy today 35. I want you to know that."

He didn't move but she could see his cage stirring as blood flooded to fill its confines.

"Mostly I felt like a proud Mistress. And I had a lot of fun," she paused. "Thank you 35. This has been a very special Thanksgiving and I am thankful to be the one that owns you."

The room remained perfectly silent. Only the distant cast of a street lamp illuminated the bedroom. She could hardly see him, even though she could almost reach out and touch him. Thirty-five didn't move. However, his thoughts put him someplace between earth and heaven. He had done so much for her; endured such pain and hardship and humiliation. He had done it all for her. Although he still ridiculed himself for being the idiot that gave in to Jasmine almost two months ago, he knew that everything he had endured since then had been worth it. Worth it because of what she had just said. "She is proud of me. She is thankful to own me. She had fun with me. Those are the best words a slave could hear from his mistress," he said to himself.

Sharon got off the bed and pointed to it. "Lay down. Face up. Head right here." She pointed to a spot in the middle. He did as he was told. She slipped out of her panties and climbed back on, straddling his chest and then raising her hips until her pussy, now very wet, was less than an inch above his mouth. "Eat slave."

Thirty-five could barely believe her words. He couldn't believe the sudden turn of events. Lying in her bed! Looking up at her pussy and gazing at the soft, perfectly formed folds! They were smooth and accessible and they were his to serve! He felt her strong thighs and calves pressing against either side of his body! He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Looking up he saw her slender figure, the front of her nightie hanging away from her tight abdomen and knowing there were full breasts keeping the soft material hanging where it was. She was perfect and she had commanded him to please her most intimate part. He thought back to that evening when she first collared him to the ceiling and made him watch her all night. He wanted her then. He wanted her even more every time since then and now he had her. Extending his tongue he drew it softly across her sex. She twitched. He heard her coo. He did it again. She responded in kind. Again he licked; and then again, and then again. Slowly he assumed a rhythm; a soft gentle caring rhythm. He had no idea this was her first time. She had no knowledge that it was his first time either. 

Slowly she spread her legs wider, letting him have all of her. Her body twitched and then quivered and then her mind became overwhelmed with how good he felt under her. Her eyes remained closed. She watched his tongue in her mind; watched it lap across the perfectly smooth skin of her shaved sex. She could feel her wetness. At first she was just a little wet but now she felt as if each inner pore of her pussy had opened. She dripped freely and she could hear him sigh with pleasure while gathering each drop into his mouth; savoring it first and eventually swallowing her nectar. 

"This feels wonderful, no better than wonderful," she thought. Mariko was right. This was so much better than sex. It was better now because all she thought about was how she felt down there and in there. There was no preoccupation with how he was feeling, no rush in getting to the end, no worry as to who would get there first, no feelings of inferiority guessing if she was good enough for him. No, there was none of that nor would there ever be. It was all about her. 

"Oh my, slave you make my body feeeeel soooo good." Her words came slow and languid. 

Bobby reveled in her words. She was nothing like that first impression he had of her and so much more than Jasmine could ever be. He knew that now. There was no more doubt in his mind, nor would there ever be. He had now been with both and there was no comparison. Jasmine was needy and insecure and needed to hear him tell her how wonderful she was; how beautiful she was; and how good she made him feel. Mistress was so far beyond that. He could tell intuitively, and rightly so, that what was happening now had nothing to do about him. Her words told it all, "you make me feel so good." It was all about pleasing her; not her worrying about if she was pleasing him. This was about her. He wondered why women loved having a guy go down on them and now he was beginning to understand. It was partly about a woman stepping out of her submissive role and becoming his dominant. It was about reversing society's expected role. It was about her being selfish. It was about him pleasing and in the case of Bobby Lewis, 35 and slave to Mistress Sharon it would always be this way.

When Sharon did open her eyes she realized she was moving her hips. She hadn't even realized. She looked down at her sex and beheld the man there; the handsome man; the competent, strong, intellectual man. Her man! Her slave! Her forever slave! He lay with his mouth open and tongue extended flat against his lower teeth and jaw letting her enjoy the soft wetness of his tongue against her pussy. She could tell he loved it. She loved it more. She quickened her pace; descended more forcefully against his mouth and let the intensity of this first orgasm in over a decade build. She played with his tongue fucking him first this way and then that. Swirling her hips in circles and then gently rose and fell against him while his pointed tongue entered her vagina. That felt incredible, but so did every other movement. She let her feelings build for at least ten minutes until she couldn't enjoy the good any more. She needed to have the great.

"Lick me slave. Make me come." The whispered words belied her feelings. She wanted to scream.

Bobby intensified his movements and soon found those parts of her that brought about the greatest reaction and focused his attention there. A minute later he felt her grab his head with both hands and pull his face into her cunt as she came.

"Oh, oh oh, ooooooohhhhh," she cried out as he reached the crest. And then she exploded. Crying out, she shook. Her body tensed in an all-out spasm. And then her juices erupted, coming in spurts and filling his mouth more than once.

After the climax settled, she too settled, lowering her body flush on his face. She didn't so much think of him as think on what he had just done. Running her fingers through his hair she tried to relax. She was relaxed but she was also so excited.

"Thank you Mariko," she said to no one. "Thank you for giving me this man to train." Sharon arched back resting her palms against his two pelvic bones. She looked down as he returned her gaze. They both smiled. She couldn't see his smile but rather could feel his grin against the skin of her crotch. 

"Lick me slave." She giggled as he began. "Get use to those words. You are going to be doing this all the time."

He twiddled his tongue around inside her opening as if to say, "Bring it on!"

Sometime later, Sharon didn't know how long she came once more. Time was not a consideration. She had all the time in the world. After the second explosion she let him treat her to a third and after the third she got up.

"On the floor and worship."

Thirty-five sprung to his feet and bowed, facing the door as she had indicated. She walked behind him and nudged his knees slightly further apart with her toe. Then she probed at the cage. It barely moved. He was erect in that tiny contraption. Only his balls were their normal size and they looked delightful hanging there. Sharon cupped them gently the fondled them for a minute.

"Good slave." She tapped them twice and left the room.

Sharon sat on the sofa with a glass of white wine. The lights remained off and the room dark. She did nothing other than enjoy a glass of white wine and enjoy the moment that just was. The night was not over. She wasn't even sure if was close to being over. When she was good and ready she smiled, set her glass down and returned to the bedroom.

"Stand slave."

Thirty-five stood.

"Permission to speak," she said, "Did you enjoy my pussy."




A Tennessee Education Pt. 05



Another slave joins Sharon's household.

In Part 5 the story focuses on Bobby's old flame Jasmine. Although they never really had much together she never really left his life, even after bonding as Mistress Sharon's slave. Jasmine reappears and, well you will have to read to learn what happens. As stated in each of the previous parts, this story is a fantasy and one in which female dominance/femdom is advocated. If female dominance/male submission or man subjugated to slavery is not what you are looking for you will not want to read further. If it is, I hope you enjoy the read. Before you read here, please read the previous parts as each section builds on the one previous. 

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A Tennessee Education

Part 5: No Longer Alone 

Bobby sat on the fallen tree shivering. The temperatures on a late December evening, even in Tennessee, could get pretty brutal. He should have worn more but it was too late to do anything about that now. He brought very little with him, just enough to complete Mistress' request. Earlier, while there was still daylight he had scoped out her place. No one was there. He hoped only she would get out of the car when she eventually came home.

Two hours after dark lights appeared. He tensed then grabbed the one essential item he needed most. When the car opened he saw only her. She was alone. He breathed a sigh of relief and instantly considered his next action. Fortunately for him she forgot her purse and leaned back inside to grab it. When she did he pounced, pulling the canvas bag down over her. 

She screamed and fought but it was too late. He had practiced this maneuver several times before leaving home and had worked out the kinks. The 'bag' was a six foot long, two foot diameter plastic bag. Bobby had carefully cinched it so it would unfold evenly and fluidly slide down over his victim. In seconds he duct-taped the bag shut at its open end and then wrapped tape around the middle of the bag several times to restrict movement. She screamed the entire time but there wasn't a soul within a half-mile. Nevertheless it made Bobby want to get her situated even sooner now that he was actively engaged with an out-of-control Jasmine. Running to the rental he had hidden down the road he drove it to her driveway, made sure no one was in sight and pulled to where she lay squirming. He threw her in the trunk and then tossed her car keys in the house. After performing a careful search of the area making certain he had left no trace he headed for home.

Several miles later he drove off the interstate and onto a closed weigh-station that was far enough off the highway to give him some privacy. After stopping he opened the lid and as soon as she felt him touch her she began screaming once more. Carefully Bobby lifted the sack to expose her feet and then duct taped them together. He lifted the sack a little further and did the same to her knees. When there was a break in the passing traffic he hefted her out of the trunk and tossed her onto the nearby grass, making sure his car blocked the view of anyone looking his way. Quickly he pressed both knees against her back, letting all of his weight press down against her. He lifted the sack further, grabbed her hands and roughly pulled them behind her back. She was quite strong but once he had her arms behind her back she was much easier to handle and he quickly taped them together. Finally he reached under the canvas and slipped a small hood over her head. Only then did he fully remove the larger sack. 

"If you make a sound I'm going to blow you away," he said in a whisper.

She could feel the steel against her head and immediately quieted. It was a length of pipe but she thought otherwise and immediately did what he told her.

"That's better. Now sit up," he said still whispering. He decided he couldn't talk in fear of her knowing who he was. She sat. "I'm going to lift the hood off. If you move, you're dead."

She remained stock still while he lifted the hood halfway up. He quickly duct taped her mouth and pulled the hood back down. More duct tape on the outside of the hood over where her mouth was made certain she'd not make another peep. 

An hour later he pulled into the driveway. Mistress was waiting and pointed for him to park the rental in the garage. When he got out Mistress held a finger to her lips. Whispering and pointing she had him carry her to the basement. He did, stringing her up on the Cross once he had the eyebolts fastened as she had told him to do earlier. 

"Now this is odd. This is what she usually does to me," he thought as he cuffed and pulled the cords uncomfortably tight. 

Sharon inspected his work, checking to make sure she was completely immobile. She wished she could see the look of terror in Jasmine's eyes but that would have to wait. She'd see it soon enough.

"Strip her!" It was the first words she had heard from anyone in quite a while.

She handed him a pair of scissors. "Cut everything off."

Jasmine struggled but quickly realized she wasn't going anywhere. 

He cut her clothing methodically from her as she wriggled futilely. 

"You go upstairs. Wait for me in the bedroom at your spot. She and I need to have a little chat."

Sharon pulled her head back and whispered through the hood. "This is for ruining my day bitch!"

She swung the strap hard across her ass. She tensed but no words came. She did it again and then again. Hitting and hearing nothing didn't feel right. She needed verification that the strap hurt. She undid the tape, yanked the hood off, knowing she couldn't see behind anyway and finally pulled the tape free of her mouth.

"I want to hear you scream." She hit her again. This time the response was more to her liking.

Two more followed, the screams increased. Then three more followed that. Sharon was in no hurry. This was more about breaking her than causing permanent damage. After the first 10-15 blows she took her time, hitting her a few times, letting her scream and then waiting for her to recover. After a half hour of this what Sharon began to realize was how much Jasmine started fearing her. Her obnoxious venomous utterances changed as the repetitive punishment continued. Rather than cursing, she started pleading but Sharon would have none of it. 

Only when the begging was replaced with cries did she even consider stopping. Jasmine was now where Bobby had been when she beat him those consecutive days some months ago. Each blow to his body caused her nearly as much pain as it did him. However, this time there was no sympathy in her heart. There was no emotional bond between the two women that was being tested now. However the response by both Bobby and Jasmine was identical. Both slave and slut went through the same emotional progression as the blows wore on. Resistance replaced their initial anger but eventually Sharon wore down any residual resistance. Eventually they both ended up begging for leniency and then when none came, progressed to their final stage - resignation. Resignation that nothing she did, said, wanted or hoped had any bearing on what she'd experienced. This was where Jasmine was now. As Sharon caused three more welts to appear across her thighs she noticed Jasmine now hung without any resistance. She only sobbed and waited for the next set of blows to come.

Looking over her welted and red body Sharon took a moment to view her, woman to woman. She was indeed beautiful. Her figure was perfect in every way and she realized the temptation she presented to Bobby. "Too bad she is so screwed up in the head," Sharon thought.

After giving her a final set of blows she departed, leaving her to a night of misery while she headed up for some much needed personal attention. What pleased Sharon most was the thought that Jasmine had no conclusive evidence as to who it was that had just beaten her. She hoped she'd put the pieces together during the night, and Sharon wanted to give her ample time to do just that. She wouldn't be down again for a good long while. When she got upstairs she decided she wanted an orgasm. She enjoyed him for almost an hour until she tired of him as well, eventually succumbing to sleep. She rested but not peacefully. There had been too much stress in her day; maybe more than she'd experienced in several months.

The following morning slave cleaned the bed and bath rooms while Mistress dressed and readied herself for the day. This had become a usual routine, not done every morning but rather whenever she released him long enough to get these chores done. Besides meal prep and general cleaning of the entire home Mistress had slowly added other tasks to his growing list of requirements. 

Bobby enjoyed the work. Not being caged, anchored to the floor or ceiling or strung up in the basement was a welcome relief and spending time working on behalf of Mistress was a refreshing alternative. While he folded clothes he felt her hands running down his chest, eventually finding his cage. The caress felt wonderful. A moment later he saw the key dangling between her thumb and finger.

"Turn around," she said playfully. "I want you to shave what you can't get at. When the lock was removed and the cage pulled free, he immediately sprung to full attention. "The little boy sure loves to present for me," she said happily. She stroked him making sure his engorgement was full.

"Come here." She pulled him by the cock into the bedroom and pushed him back. He fell, landing on the edge of the bed. She pushed his chest again, making him lie fully on the bed, his feet still reaching the floor. Taking the lubricant she moistened her hands and then him, stroking until he started to groan. Continuing with the tease, she brought him right to the edge before stopping. 

"Now you know the rules slave. Oh," she said, "I've decided to call you slave instead of Thirty-five. Have you noticed?"

"I wondered what you were thinking."

"Slave more accurately describes you and all the ladies at the meeting call their males by the same name. I didn't want to be different."

"I didn't know about a meeting."

Sharon smiled. "That's because I didn't tell you." She smiled, knelt between his legs and sucked a testicle into her mouth. Finally, she said, "I sat in a room with 300 other mistresses the other night. Can you believe that?"

"Not really," he said honestly.

"I wouldn't have either but its true and there are about ten times as many who live within a half hour or so from center city."

She licked his balls while stroking his cock. "Anyway," she paused to swallow another ball and feel the size of it sandwiched between tongue and palate, "you have nice balls. Oh, I was saying, Mistress Mariko talked to us about something I've never heard of. She called it cuckolding. Is that word familiar to you?"

"No Mistress."

"Basically when a married woman has an affair and her husband knows about it but does nothing it's called a cuckold relationship and the husband is referred to as the cuck."

Slave groaned as the stroking and intermittent ball play continued.

"Are you listening to me slave?"

"Yes Mistress; every word."

She smiled. "Well the term is also be used when a mistress has more than one slave. She enjoys one for sex and makes the other one watch or makes him jealous of what she and the other slave are doing. Sometimes she even makes the cuck suck the other slave or even clean her pussy after she's been filled with come."

"I never heard of that."

"Well, now you have. I think that would make for quite an interesting relationship don't you?"

"Are you telling me you need more than just me?"

Sharon smirked when she once more heard him reveal a profound emotion. "Why do you ask?" she fondled his balls waiting for an answer.

"I," he paused not sure how to express himself. "I hoped that I would be enough, enough to satisfy and please you."

She wondered just how much he worried that he didn't. She was about to reassure him but decided against it. She mused, "The insecurity might be best. Dependence is a good thing. Keeping him wondering if he is enough for me is even better."

She smiled, wondering what he was thinking. She wasn't going to answer. Instead she kept stroking his beautiful long, thick shaft. "I see you're getting close. Would you like to come?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you want to really come or do you want to come like last time? "Tell you what," she said, "I'll give you the choice and I'll let you decide. Really I will. But I want you to know I like the way you came last time best." She giggled, "So what's your choice?"

Bobby smiled, unbeknownst to her. He knew he had no choice and the choice she offered was not one at all. Not after she stated her preference. And, he did love the way his body felt when she did what she did last time. It felt so good but left him wanting even more. That was the best part; the wanting more but not getting more. He answered, "Like the last time Mistress."

She stroked him again. "Would you like every time to be that way?"

"I want to please you Mistress."

"Is that a yes?"

"It is."

"OK, if you insist," she said flippantly. "Let's get this show on the road; shall we?" Soon she had edged him just past the point of no-return. She rested her head against his inner thigh, looking up at the towering shaft pulsating before her. It twitched and moved but nothing happened. She stroked it gently using only the flat of her hand along the sensitive underside. That's all it took. The twitching started again but this time she could see his balls tighten further. Soon one twitch caused him to blurp out a thick wad of come that fell heavily onto his stomach. After that the twitches amounted to nothing more than a freely flowing stream of the stuff that ran down his cock. As it flowed she extended her tongue and pushed it upward, gathering all of it in her mouth. Cupping her mouth over the tip of his cock she let the rest flow into hers. She tasted the saltiness of his seed.

When he was through, she moved to his head and gently tugged at his chin. When he opened she let his come pass from her mouth into his. 

"Swallow," she said, moving her tongue around her upper lip. "That tastes pretty good actually."

Sharon spotted the pool of come on his abdomen and sucked it up. Returning to his face and trying to refrain from laughing she moved to his mouth and then kissed him for the first time. The kiss lingered, her tongue penetrating him, exploring his cavity and passing the milky fluid to him in the process. 

When she finally pulled away she looked at him a moment longer. He could see a deep affection in those eyes. It lasted only for a moment but Bobby saw it clearly. She pointed in the direction of the bathroom. 

"No I don't," she said answering his earlier question. She wondered if he even remembered which question she hadn't answered. "Now shower, shave and come to me as soon as you're done."

She left the room. 

Bobby could hardly believe what had just happened. "Wow!" He said quietly.

...

"Help me ...Help me, please." 

"Slave, fix me a mug of coffee and sit down. I want to tell you something," she said over the cries.

He hurried to the kitchen while the begging from the floor below continued. It made Bobby wonder what Mistress had said to her after she sent him upstairs. As he prepared her drink he realized just how little interest he had in knowing. She'd tell him only if she darn well pleased. Otherwise it was none of his business. He had come to finally learn, he thought, his only concern was obeying Mistress. Asking what she had done or why she had done something was not. Yes, he strived to know her thoughts, but his actions were confined to anticipating her wishes, needs, and wants, and not waiting to hear the latest gossip. 

He looked at her with utmost respect; not only when she was kind, like this morning, but also when she was upset as she was yesterday. He gladly bore the pain she inflicted, both physical and emotional because of the mental bond he had formed with her. That bond went well below the surface and penetrated deep, so deep that it infiltrated parts of his soul he didn't even know existed. He smiled as he brought her the steaming mug. She pointed to the floor where he knelt and presented. The whining from below persisted. 

Sharon sipped her coffee. "Perfect," she said.

After another sip she asked, "Are you certain no one saw you take her?"

"Positive. It was late and there's no one that lives anywhere near her. I've been at her place during the day so I knew the lay of the land. Her place is all by itself."

"How long did it take before you drove off?"

"No more than a minute or two."

"And you're certain no one heard or saw you?"

"No car came by; no one was on the road, and no one was inside the trailer. I'm sure. I checked."

"Wonderful. And she doesn't have family?"

"She told me the only family she has is the guy she's married to. He wants to divorce. Jasmine thinks he wants it because he's playing around with someone on the side."

"And now she's here." She said thoughtfully hearing her say something unintelligible.

"Stroke slave; keep it hard for me." Her toe tapped his cock.

She sat for some time watching him masturbate while she drank her cup of Joe. Her legs were pulled up and both hands gripped the mug. 

"OK stop. I have an idea. It might change but this is what I'm thinking. I'm going to let her stay there until tomorrow. But I want you to put the headphones on her; you know the ones I'm talking about?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Put them on and turn on the light. I want her good and tired. Tomorrow I'll see if Charlie can make her a collar."

Bobby's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yea, that's right. I'm going to collar her. I want a way to mark her. As soon as he's done with her I want you to bring your cage in from the back yard. Do you know where the sump pump hole is?

"Yes."

"Put the cage over it. I'm going to break this bitch once and for all."

...

"Untie the bitch," she said walking around in front of the cross for the first time. She looked at her prisoner with distain. 

"We meet again, Jasmine. You don't look so good."

Jasmine said nothing. The blank stare told her all she needed to know.

Sharon pulled on the leash connected to slave. "Look, now I have two of you collared. Lucky me!" her tone was purposefully sarcastic.

After freeing her legs he unclasped her arms. She almost collapsed when he did but Bobby steadied her. 

"Put her into her cage," she said pointing to the corner. 

"Please don't," she said. Her voice was like that of a small child.

"Put her in." And, she pulled her head back to look her in the eye. "If you resist, you know what's coming."

When slave got her situated he was sent upstairs. Jasmine lay curled, her eyes welling with tears once more. Sharon opened the door and slipped in several bottles of water. On top of the cage she hefted a large bag of dog food.

"I thought you'd like to rest awhile. I honestly am not sure what to do with you yet so I'm going to spend some time thinking. In the meantime, welcome to my home. This is your bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom," she said yanking on the cage grates. "Make yourself at home. You have plenty of water here and I'll have slave bring you more at some point. I don't know when so you might want to drink it sparingly." She laughed.

I also brought you food. It's up there," she pointed and Jasmine looked. "Open it carefully because you won't want to waste it. Slave tells me it's not too bad. I wouldn't know. I don't eat shit. And, speaking of shit, if you have to go, the hole is below. You can even pee in there too but it's just a hole so it's going to reek down here after you go a few times."

She looked at the now tearful eyed blonde. She was even beautiful when she cried. Her breasts hung heavy but she didn't look like the sex bomb she had when she first arrived. "Amazing what a little extra time standing without sleeping will do to a thing as pretty as her," she said.




A Tennessee Education Pt. 05



Jasmine said, "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Don't even go there asshole. You're going to make me pull you out of the cage and string you up again. Is that what you want me to do? Is it?"

"No," she said weakly.

"I didn't think so. Now get some sleep."

Just then her phone chimed. She checked the text. It was from Jessica. Sharon smiled.

Sharon read the text: "Free for dinner tonight? 6? My place?"

Sharon replied and headed upstairs. 

...

"Slave?" he called.

He came, hurrying down the stairs. "Yes Mistress."

"Present! Time to lock you up." She did.

"Now, go get three of the thickest blankets from the upstairs closet and bring them to me. Hurry!"

When he returned he couldn't find her. He ran through every room, looked out the front and back and then called for her. She was in the basement. She had him spread the blankets out near the cage. He noticed Jasmine watching him sleepily. 

"Lie down." She pointed to the floor. "On your back, head there," she barked.

Bobby lay with his head no more than a foot from her cage.

She slowly slipped out of her outfit, letting the caged woman take her all in. "This is going to be nice Jasmine. He obeys me completely. He does whatever I tell him and I wanted to show you what it's like to own a slave." She smiled while taking her time undressing. She slipped out of her panties, tossing them aside. "Slave, it's time to show Jasmine just how good you are," she said standing astride his shoulders and facing the cage. 

Slowly she squatted, bringing her shaved pussy down toward his mouth. When she was within a few inches he opened his mouth. "See how good he is. I haven't told him to do anything so he won't; but do you know what? He wants me bad. He wants me really bad." 

She knelt, still keeping her pussy away from his mouth. "Watch this Jasmine."

She watched emotionlessly. 

"Time to eat slave." Immediately he came to her, lifting his head off the blanket and coming to her cunt. Sharon cooed. Jasmine watched as she slowly lowered her hips as her slave licked the woman he so dearly loved. 

For as much as Sharon wanted to shove the controlling dominance into the face of Jasmine, even she lost herself in his nurturing touches. He was simply that good. Soon she grabbed hold of the cage while rhythmically moving over him. She could see Jasmine watching, her eyes scanning the nexus of their bodies as well as assessing her beautifully formed figure. 

Sharon's chest heaved as her orgasm approached. Slave didn't let her linger but took her to a climax quickly. Sharon pulled hard on the cage, so hard she lifted the far side an inch off the ground while basking in the throes of sexual satisfaction. 

When she settled some she said, "God that felt good Jasmine." She looked down patting his cheek affectionately. "Good slave." She toyed with his hair. "Too bad you're so tired or I might let you try him. You think you might want to sometime sweetie?" She smiled devilishly, "Maybe another time."

Sharon blew the blonde a kiss. "Want to watch another? OK," she said after a brief pause, "Come closer." She pulled the cage until if tipped. Jasmine slid toward her. "There you go. I didn't want you to miss anything. Can you see my pussy from there?"

Jasmine stared at her blankly continuing to say nothing while being taunted. There was no real interest in what she was seeing in her eyes although Sharon sensed the hatred for her she harbored. It was exactly the response she hoped to produce. She wanted her to hate her. She wanted Jasmine to despise her for taking the man she wanted. And with that on her side she descended once more, commanded him to eat her pussy and soon came to a second climax. Before she was through she had four more and after each one she looked her captive pest in the eye and gloated, telling her just how much she loved putting him on his back and sitting on his face and using him like he was nothing. "That's why I call him a slave," she said after her third. When she sat with the full weight of her body on his face she told him to prolong the arousal and he did so expertly, culminating her detonation only after she gave him permission. When she was through she lay facing the woman she despised and watched tears fall from her eyes.  

"Don't worry about me using him all the slut, before I'm through with you I'm going to have you licking my pussy and you're going to do it willingly." She cackled demonically.

"Over my dead body!" she said, finally speaking.

"I have no problem making that happen, slut. After all, no one knows you are even here. That means I co with you whatever I want and I intend to break that cocky arrogant spirit of yours before I'm through. Never forget this Jasmine: you are mine for as long as I want to abuse, torture or hurt you and no one is going to ever know anything about what goes on down here."

"I hate you!"

"I hope you do. But you won't forever. In fact you will come to love me in time."

"Never!"

"You're pathetic. Look at you. Sitting cramped in a dog cage over a shit hole watching me make you beloved boyfriend lick my pussy and do it exactly the way I want. But I'll make you want me. In fact I'm laying odds you will beg me to do what he just did."

"You're joking," she said now crying uncontrollably. 

"I guess we will both find out in time now won't we?" The satisfaction of seeing her in this state was almost as rewarding as the orgasms she had just experienced. She slid down, lying fully on her slave. She kissed him. Looked at Jasmine and then kissed him again. 

The kiss was a passionate one and Bobby enveloped her with his strong arms. He wondered if the kiss was one she truly wanted or only done to prove a point. Regardless, she felt so good. He didn't want the moment to end. 

...

Sharon kept slave busy the rest of the day working on various projects. There had not been even a peep from the basement and she suspected she was sound asleep. When he had finished most of what was on her list she had him shower while she dressed. She chose a sexy outfit she had recently purchased, touched up her face and had him comb out her hair. 

"OK, let's go. You're in the trunk." She snapped her finger, pointed to the car and watched him hustle out to the garage. Sharon smiled at the quickness of his response. "I love this life," she said quietly.

When the car stopped she let him out on the curb secured a leash and told him to follow. It was dark and very cold. The wind cut through his nakedness and he was so glad no one was out tonight. In all his months being transported he had only spotted one other naked slave out in public. He wondered why law enforcement hadn't cracked down on this behavior. 

Bobby watched as a younger darker haired woman greeted Mistress with a hug. She was an inch or so shorter and quite shapely. He could tell immediately she was outgoing; her bubbly personality making Mistress feel right at home immediately. She invited the two in and he could feel the woman assessing him. He hoped she'd approve.

"This is slave," said Sharon.

The woman gave him a perfunctory look and clapped her hands. In came another man similarly locked. He was shorter and thinner than Bobby. To Sharon both appeared to be no more than twenty. They seemed so young. She wondered why she hadn't noticed her youth the other week when they first met at the Mistress Meeting.

The ladies enjoyed glasses of wine while their slaves were sent to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The men worked silently neither having been given permission to speak. Jessica had them prepare manicotti covered in red sauce, a garden salad, Italian bread and of course her favorite cabernet. When the meal was ready, Jess's slave stood at the entrance to the living room, his back toward the ladies. 

"Our meal is ready," she said motioning to her slave.

"I like that. He lets you know without standing and staring."

The ladies rose and were seated by their respective slaves in the small dining area of the quaint two-bedroom apartment. 

"May I?" Jess asked pointing to the slaves.

"Sure," she answered curiously. She snapped her fingers. Her slave dropped into worship position. Jess snapped once more, this time to Bobby did the same.

"That's better," Sharon said smiling. "Mine can eat when he gets home."

"I was hoping to feed him before he left," she giggled, "If that's OK with you."

Sharon smiled noncommittally. She ate some salad. "This dressing is wonderful."

Grinning and biting her tongue she answered the redirected comment. "It's my mom's recipe."

The two girls chatted freely for the next hour while their slaves remained in worship position next to their chair. Neither moved the entire time. Sharon talked most of the time as Jess peppered her with questions about her work, family, and background. When they finished they retired to the front room, had Jess's slave fill their glasses with wine and made the guys return to worship positions beneath their legs.

Sharon swallowed, "So you know all about me, now tell me about yourself. Did you grow up here?"

"No, I'm not sure where I grew up. Mom and I moved around so much over the years."

"Did your dad pass away young?"

"I wish. No, Mom got pregnant when she was in eleventh grade and my dad left that summer for college. I've seen a few pictures of him but never knew him."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how hard that was for the two of you."

"I think it was hard on Mom. Growing up without a dad I guess you don't know what you are missing. We lived with my grandparents for a few years. My grandpa was my dad. Then we moved north and after that I didn't see them nearly as much as before. We'd drive to see them lots but it wasn't the same as living with them."

"Did you grow up in the deep south?"

"Oh no, I've lived in Tennessee all my life," she said smiling proudly. "Grandma and grandpa lived in a little town called Randolf. It's tiny."

Sharon almost choked on her drink at the word. "Excuse me. I think some went down the wrong tube."

"You said Randolf?"

"Yea, it's a little place about an hour or so south of here."

"And you lived there till you were about ten?"

"Something like that. Mom got a job closer to the city so we moved. I think she wanted space from Grandma and Grandpa but I remember that being a hard time. I loved them."

"I bet that was tough."

"Well, we moved a few times while I was in school and after I graduated I moved to the city and found work. There was a lady at the bank where I was employed who told me about a women's group. That's when I met Mariko. That lady turned my life around."

"How was that?"

"Slave and I," she motioned to the man at the floor, "had been dating for several months. I liked him a lot but I was afraid about making a commitment after what happened to Mom. I had this anxiety thing about men and Mom never did anything to make that easier. I don't think she ever said anything good thing about my dad or about any other man for that matter. Anyway, I kept coming to the Mistress meetings and after a month or so I confronted slave and told him that if he wanted to stay with me things would have to change. We talked about our relationship and my apprehensions. He didn't want to lose me and so we started living like Mariko advised. Things went from good to great - for me anyway." She grinned and patted her slave on the head. "I think he'd say the same thing too." She took another taste and held her glass up as if toasting. "We got married in that church where Mariko sets up shop and, well," she paused, "here we are."

Sharon finished her wine just as her story came to an end. She tapped her slave on the back. When he looked up to see her holding an empty wine glass she could see he'd been crying.

She didn't have to ask why.

"Thank you," she said taking her refilled glass and pointing once more to the floor. "So do you like living this way Jess? You know, having a slave?"

"It's wonderful. I think that's why the Mistress group is growing."

"Growing much lately?"

"Oh my, yes. I think it's doubled in size in since I took him as my slave-husband. Word is getting out and women are seeing the wisdom of owning a husband rather than just being married to one."

Sharon nodded in understanding. "I know I'll be coming again to hear more."

"You going to marry this one?"

Bobby's ears perked at the question.

"Honestly, I haven't thought that far ahead. I grew up in a Christian church so I'm sure my folks would not be happy with me living with him but he's never been inside me."

"He must eat well then," she said giggling.

Sharon laughed, "He's pretty good. But as to your question, we had a bit of a rough spell a few months ago. He ran off with a girl he dated after Mariko gave him to me. I made it pretty tough on him after that and well, time will tell how strong his commitment really is."

"Ran off? And you took him back?"

"I did. Maybe that says something about where my head is."

"Where did he go?"

Bobby swallowed hard. Sharon sipped her wine. The silence was gut wrenchingly long. "She actually drove to our work and stole him; took him back to her trailer in the country."

"God, that lady had guts!"

"And he was pretty stupid to go," Sharon added. "Can we put them to work?" She pointed to the dinner meal on the dining room table.

"Sure. Slaves, you heard the lady. Go! Feel free to eat whatever you want but do it in the kitchen."

The boys rose immediately and headed off. There wasn't much left but what little food they hadn't eaten Bobby declined, letting the younger guy dig in. Sharon noticed him not doing much and called, "Come slave!"

He stood presenting. Jessica stood and circled him. She felt the weight of his balls and dug a long fingernail in between the cage grates and pressed her nail against his cock until he flinched, "I always like doing that. I always win." She giggled.

Sharon smiled.

"So this is who Mariko gave you. She ran her hand over his chest and squeezed his shoulders. "He's got some muscle," she said. "But he's a little old for me." She addressed her guest, "May I?"

Sharon nodded.

"Look at me slave." She grabbed both balls firmly and squeezed, "Your mistress just put me in control of you." She squeezed hard and he grimaced in pain.

"Have you taken lessons from the instructor; you know the one that blindfolds you?"

"Yes."

"Yes mistress," she corrected squeezing him hard once more.

"Yes mistress."

"Are you good?"

"Yes mistress."

"If I tell you to show me you will won't you."

"Yes mistress," he answered once again.

"Do you want to eat my pussy slave?"

"No mistress."

"What?!" she squeezed his balls with all her strength, making him double over in pain. She kept squeezing until he cried out begging for her to stop.

Sharon watched the drama unfold. She wasn't sure the affirmative nod was a good idea and now she had no idea how this was going to play out.

"Present slave!" She lifted his chin until he met her gaze. "Have you not taken an oath of obedience?"

"Only to Mistress," he said honestly.

"Is that true?" she asked Sharon.

"Yes."

She asked incredulously, "And you haven't extended that oath to others?"

"Only to Mariko but only if she asks me first."

"And will you extend it to me now?"

"Of course Jessica."

"Did you hear that slave?" It wasn't a question that needed answering. "Do you want to eat my pussy now slave?"

"If it pleases you."

"That's more like it." Her squeeze finally relented leaving Bobby on the verge of vomiting. Jessica unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the ground. "Kneel and eat slave."

He bent down slowly. She was still wearing panties. In his heart he didn't want to do this. How could he? How could he not? Mistress had released him to her. He faced the pink and white bikini panties. It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful because she was indeed. This had nothing to do with her pussy and everything to do with her. 

Jessica looked down at him triumphantly. She loved making a man kneel and this one was no different. It mattered not if he was twenty or sixty. It wasn't really about him eating her, not totally. Is obedience had more to do with making him humble, humble to the point of kneeling and eating a cunt while others watched. She slid the material to one side revealing the dark mound that covered her wet slit.

She pulled him to her and he felt her wetness against his nose and lips. His tongue apprehensively licked. "Come on, lick me."

He did but cautiously so. "Is he always like this?" 

Sharon shrugged. "He's always been amazing when he's eaten me."

In frustration she pulled her panties off, laid on the edge of the loveseat and pointed to her crotch. "Get over here and eat. If you don't satisfy me to my satisfaction you will be punished."

Bobby Lewis, Father of Jessica came and buried his face into her sex. He wrapped both arms under and around her thighs and licked her with emotions he had never before felt. Guilt, shame, hurt, abandonment, joy of seeing her now, admiration, appreciation. There were too many feelings flooding his mind at the moment but their concoction created a powerful mix and in seconds he found himself in the zone and she climaxed screaming with delight three minutes later.

"Don't stop. I want another one," she gasped while pulling his face back into her cunt. He obeyed and brought her to a height of eroticism she had never ever felt or believed possible. The vaginal contractions continued as she orgasmed almost immediately. This time the orgasm didn't stop but kept coming like a series of waves hitting her one after the other. She had never felt anything close to this. Juices flowed into his mouth as his tongue continued to milk every possible emotion out of her. Finally she grabbed his hair and pushed him just far enough away so she could recover.

"I want you again but I need to rest." Her breathing was hard and the look in her eye told him just how full her lust for him was. 

Jessica pushed him against her groin and fondled his hair. "Do you want to try mine?" She asked Sharon.

Sharon could see the burning lust in her eye and realized the offer was more of an obligated one than genuine. "I'm good," he just satisfied me before we came over," she lied.

"You sure? It would be fun to have us both explode at the same time."

"Thanks but I'll watch you two go at it."

Jess looked at her father. "I want three more in a row, back to back to back." She pulled him to her and he gave her just that. When she came that third time she squirted. Never had she done such a thing and the shock of the pulsation caught Bobby square in the face. 

What it did to Jess he could only imagine but based on her response to the orgasm she was a mixture of pleasure so intense that it almost appeared painful. He knew better though, there was not an ounce of negative emotion when she erupted. The emotional discharge emitted was so carnal and like nothing he had ever experienced; then again, he had never ever been in a zone like that. "Could it be because...?" He didn't even want to go there.

Sharon watched the familial copulation unfold. It was a beautiful thing to see and there was an undercurrent of feelings she had not noticed when she watched him take care of the sorority girls. God, there was something going on here that didn't even happen when she used him. There was something different going on here and she wasn't exactly certain if it was healthy or not but she could not deny that what she watched was one of the most beautiful interactions of Mistress and slave - or female and male - she had ever seen. 

"That was so goooooddddd," Jessica finally said. She looked at the slave and with feeling cupped his cheeks between her hands. "Thank you slave. Thank you. You may go to your Mistress. As much as I don't want you to ever leave me I just can't take any more of what you have to give."




A Tennessee Education Pt. 05



Bobby looked at her with mixed emotions before crawling back to Mistress. When Sharon opened her legs and he knelt between her legs, resting the side of his head against one of her thighs. Mistress glanced down at him and commenced caressing his face.

"Wow! Now that was intense," agreed Sharon. "I take it you enjoyed it."

"I don't know that enjoy would be the word I'd use." 

Sharon could see she was at a loss for words. 

"It was... it was incredible. I mean it was really incredible." She started giggling. "I - I have never felt anything like that before. I think," She giggled again, "I think I squirted."

"Oh trust me, you did!" she patted slave, "All over his cute little face you did." She smiled.

"I've never done that. I didn't know I could." She shook her head in amazement at the thought of coming so forcefully. "But I don't know that I could handle something like that every day. It was such a powerful feeling. But," she sat up, "now those first orgasms, now they were ones I could get addicted to. I mean really addicted to."

Sharon leaned forward and lowered her voice, "so your slave makes you feel different?" 

"Very different. He's good but he makes me feel... I don't know, different." She looked at Sharon with penetrating eyes. "It was like I somehow became one with your slave that last time. Almost like we had made love and climaxed at the same time, if you know what I mean. It's the only way I can describe it."

"I think I understand."

Jessica added, "It was like we were temporarily a single entity, linked spiritually during that final go." She shrugged her shoulders, as if to dismiss a metaphysical topic too big for her mind to comprehend.

Sharon looked down at slave who rested peacefully. Her dress was wet from the tears that trickled down his face.

On the way home Sharon thought about the overwhelmingly miniscule chance of this family reunion of sorts. Although Mariko had mentioned he had fathered a child as a teen she hadn't given it another thought. It was a mistake; a teenage couple succumbing to a moment of passionate love at the wrong time of her cycle. But to think that twenty some years later father and daughter would meet under these circumstances - one a mistress and the other a slave - was mindboggling slim. What bothered her was the connection she witnessed. They had indeed bonded as Jessica so inadequately tried to convey. Sharon realized she didn't like seeing them together and wondered why. Was it because she was bonded to him more than she cared to admit? Yea she enjoyed his company, loved the work he did around the house, loved the way he satisfied her libido but did she have a deeper connection to Bobby Lewis than she wanted to acknowledge - that she refused to acknowledge?

"Holy shit!" she said aloud. "I've got too much going on in my life." She drove in silence the rest of the way. As she neared her home the old passage came to mind once more. "Raise his spirit and then crush it."

"Well who knows what tonight did for him," she thought, "but tonight he's getting strung up in the basement for a reality check."

Ten minutes later she had cuffed and strung him up but this time it was different. This time he was suspended from the other side of the cross and faced away, rather than toward the massive beams. Mistress had tied him so that he faced the cage where Jasmine slept. He was no more than a few feet from her. Before Mistress left him for the night she unlocked his chastity appliance. The retaining ring remained but his cock sprang to full-staff immediately.

"Good night kiddies," she said jokingly. She was glad to be alone, and glad to be away from the smell of urine. She needed a good night's rest.

Bobby watched her pass out of sight and heard her walk quietly upstairs. He had no idea why she had changed things up and was even more puzzled why she let him out of his chastity cage. Soon he settled in and got as comfortable as he could. No sooner had he started to doze when he heard her.

"Bobby?" 

Her voice was barely audible. She had waited almost an hour before speaking. His Mistress or whatever her name was, terrified her. She had never before felt such pain. Thinking back to her abduction, she suspected now that it was he who wrestled her to the ground and kidnapped her. She couldn't have done that. She hadn't the strength. That night seemed so long ago. How long had she been here; just a day? She couldn't remember. "Maybe it was two," she thought.

"Bobby," she said again, pulling herself up somewhat in the cramped quarters of the enclosure, "What is she going to do to me?"

He didn't respond. His shoulders were starting to ache. Mistress had really pulled the cords tight this time. Why, he didn't know. He wished she hadn't put him so close to her. He wanted to be alone. Her questions bothered him. He had no answers and he wanted to sleep. He wanted to think. He wanted to dwell on what he had just done with Jessica. He wanted to forget he had ever met her. His mind was a mass of confused thoughts and jumbled feelings and questions that needed sorting and he could do none of that now. "And why had Mistress turned on the nightlight down here. She hardly ever did that. Did she really want the two of them to talk?" Too many thoughts raced around inside him.

"Bobby," she said a little louder. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

"I don't know," he said finally.

"Is she going to kill me?"

"She's not going to kill you Jasmine. She's not like that."

Jasmine began crying, "I'm so scared Bobby. Help me get out of here."

"I can't help you."

"Please. You have to. Please help me."

"I can't Jasmine."

"You can't or you won't?"

The question gave him pause. Would he help if he could? Should he help? The thought remained only for a second and then vanished. "Was that thought a temptation?" He wondered. "Had he not yet given up is all to Mistress?"

"Can't or won't?" She asked again.

"Won't," he said quietly.

"Why? Can't you see what she's doing? Are you so blind that you can't see how perverted this whole situation is? 

"Just shut up."

"Bobby, look at us. I'm locked in a cage with dog food to eat and you are stretched on a cross. God knows how long she will keep us here. Don't you want out? Don't you want to get away and go home?"

"I can't ever go home."

"Yes you can. We can go home together. We can marry and I will please you in ways she never can."

He could hear her confidence growing. It was the sound of hope. Hope that she might get free; might get out of here; might leave with him and get her wish to be with him.

"I belong here," he said after a long silence.

"No you don't," she whispered. "This is the last place you belong. She is sick!"

"She's not. Really she isn't. I told you in the trailer that it's complicated."

"What's complicated is your mental state, Bobby. She's brainwashed you."

Bobby had enough. This wasn't going anywhere. He closed his eyes and thought about Jessica.

"Bobby, listen to me. You can't live this way. It's wrong."

He did his best to tune out her words. She was quiet for some time but started in again.

"Hey, I know you are awake. I'm going to get you free. Then you can free me."

He didn't answer. He wished she would shut up. Instead he watched as she lunged toward him. Her cage moved a fraction of an inch. She did it again, and then again. Slowly she came. 

"Jasmine, this is not smart. Don't do this."

"I'm getting you out of here."

She kept at it until the cage rested against his legs. Quickly she worked at one of the cuffs, reaching her fingers through the cage bars and unbuckling the three buckles. His leg came free. Jasmine saw the other cuff but it was a good foot out of reach. She lurched in that direction.

Bobby felt instant anxiety when the cuff opened. Mistress had put him here and expected to find him just as she left him when she returned. "Oh god," he said. He could feel his heart banging away inside. The pounding was a warning. He knew that. Mistress would go ballistic. For the first time in a long time he felt fear. Fear for what she might do. "Jasmine, please stop. Please don't do this."

"It's too late. I'm getting out of here and you're going to help me."

"I'm begging you, please don't!" His skin was soaked; the moisture an indication of how stressed he was. 

She freed his other leg. "Now the cords," she thought. "Where are the cords tied off? If I can just get to the cords."

She scanned the cross and then spotted them but they were tied off above where she could reach. 

"Bobby, where is the key to this lock?"

"Not down here."

"Bobby, help me. Please help me. We're so close. "Pull your feet up and work the buckles free with your feet."

"No Jasmine. I can't do this."

"Of course you can. Now try!"

Bobby started feeling pressure from both sides. He knew he needed to obey Mistress but Jasmine was tempting him in ways he hadn't felt in some time. He was a mass of confused thoughts. He owed Mistress is allegiance. She had trained him to obey. Yet she had instructed him to not only obey but to treat all females with respect and honor. "How many times had she told him to obey any woman that gave him an order: a hundred times? A thousand?" And here he stood with a woman giving him direct commands. He knew she was in the wrong but a part of him felt a need to comply simply because of who she was.

Finally he spoke, "I can't do this. It's wrong Jasmine. It's wrong. I shouldn't have let it go this far. Oh god, what have I done?" He said aloud.

"Bobby!" she pleaded. "Bobby!"

He didn't answer. Instead he sobbed for the third time tonight.

Sharon opened the basement door a few minutes later and quietly came down. She had listened to the entire conversation from the comfort of the living room sofa. Earlier that day, while slave had been working on the upstairs bathroom she had placed a monitor in the basement. Jasmine hadn't heard her. She was sound asleep. What Sharon hadn't expected to do so soon was to put Bobby and Jasmine together. She had every intention of doing so but didn't think she needed to quite this early in her plan to break Jasmine. But after the unexpected encounter between father and daughter Sharon felt it necessary as a way of moving slaves mind away from Jessica. Never in her life did she expect Jasmine would try to escape.

She was pleased to hear slave do what he could to dissuade her from trying. What frustrated her was his refusal to call and seek her help when things went too far. "Why did he seem so powerless to do that?" She didn't understand and that bothered her. 

She sat silently listening to their conversation. Jasmine, she realized was far from broken. Yes, she had temporarily surrendered to the strap but her determination was still strong. Sharon realized that only made sense. She had only been here for a couple days. "People just don't give up on their situation so soon," she thought "Even if what she endured the other night was unbearably painful." But to hear her suggest they run off together made her livid. They would both need to be punished. 'How' was the question? How could she punish him in such a way as to make understand he had no right to even consider doing what she had tempted him to do?

Sharon reached the bottom step and turned on the light. She didn't acknowledge them. Rather she walked over to a bench, found the cordless drill and step ladder and drilled two holes into the rafters. Then she spent the next five minutes securing two more eyebolts. Only then did she turn her attention to the two slaves. She said nothing to either but the look Bobby saw was one in which he dreaded. It was not a look of anger but one of considerable lament. She untied the cords and pulled them through the eyebolts of the cross leaving the cuffs still wrapped around his wrists.

"Come here."

She unlocked the cage and grabbed Jasmine's right arm and pulled it out the door. 

"Grab hold of her hand slave." 

As he did, Sharon wrapped duct tape around them both. She repeated this with the other arm and only then had slave pull her free of the cage. They faced one another, their palms touching.

"Get over here." She pointed to where the step ladder was. Grabbing one of the cords attached to his cuff she threaded it though the eye and pulled the remainder of the cord through. After doing the same with the other cord she pulled both as tight as she could and tied it off to one of the studs that helped support the steps.

"There," she said, "you two want to be together; now you got your wish. Enjoy."

She stomped up the steps and didn't return for another hour. 

Hoping that having them strung up as tight as she pulled the cords would take some of their will to rebel away she returned and put a spreader bar between slaves' legs. Then she duct taped Jasmine's ankles to his calves. Because Jasmine was so much shorter she could no longer touch the ground. Sharon smiled, knowing he would have to bear the weight of her body as he hung.

"You wondered if I am going to kill you. That would be too easy of an out. I think this way will be better. And besides if I keep you alive and beat the crap out of you, you just might learn something."

She struck her ten times. Jasmine cried out on the first, yelled on the second and screamed during each of the following eight. She repeated ten more to slave. While she rested she had another 'a-ha' moment. She didn't know why she hadn't thought this through completely but it was obvious now that she hadn't. 

"Dam!" she said aloud.

Some minutes later, only Jasmine hung suspended. Her legs remained unbound. Sharon pulled slave by the cock upstairs for a talk. He stood before the chair she usually sat and waited for her to appear. When she did she stood looking at him.

"Why did I send you to get her instead of me?"

"Because I was at fault," he admitted.

"Exactly! So why is it that I'm the one delivering the punishment down there?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"You know," she paused and caressed his cheek with one hand, "you really didn't do anything wrong but you didn't' call me when things started going awry. Slave, not standing up for yourself is what got you in all that trouble last time. Can't you see that?"

"I felt powerless to call you."

"What are you talking about?"

"She started giving me orders and something in her tone," he shrugged his shoulders, "something inside me felt like I needed to listen to her". 

"What!..."

Bobby continued, "You've drilled it in to me that I am to always respect women as an authority figure. So even though it's Jasmine those same instincts you hammered at came back. I wanted to call but she was telling me not to. I'm sorry."

Sharon looked at him with sympathetic eyes. She kind of understood what it was he was feeling but not completely. She still wished he had alerted her but at least he had a reason.

"We'll talk more about that another time but for now, here's what's going to happen. You and I are going to go upstairs and get some rest. She's not going anywhere. Tomorrow you are going to be the bad guy, not me. I want her to come to fear you, not me. I want her to think of me as the good one. I expect you to make her life a miserable hell and I want her to see that it's who is making her so wretched."

"Yes Mistress." He answered confidently and directly but his gut knotted up. He hated hurting people and even though Jasmine had done some stupid stuff to Sharon's property he didn't want to think about hurting her the way Sharon had already.

She could see the reservation in his face at having to obey. "You know I'm giving you a direct order. You have no choice in the matter."

Bobby nodded in understanding and then stood in present mode for quite some time. Sharon ignored him and went back to reading a magazine, leaving him standing there like any good mistress would. 

"Mistress?" he said some minutes later. "May I go open the basement door to the outside then?"

"Why?"

"Because it's cold outside. Being cold is miserable. If I'm going to do this I might as well get it over with sooner rather than later."

Sharon smiled, "yes you may but be sure you go down the inside steps. I want her to see it's you who is doing this."

"Yes ma'am."

"And hit her a few times while you're there. Might as well get things started off right."

He headed down, while she paused to listen through the monitor. Then she heard a cry of pain as slave slapped her. 

"What are you doing?"

Bobby yelled, "You want out? I'm opening the door so you can get out."

She could feel the cold air streaming into the room. "It's freezing out there."

"I know. That's why I opened the door."

"Why Bobby? Don't do this?"

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused me? I mean, do you even have a clue? You are ruining my relationship with Mistress! I made the mistake of going with you when you came to school but you had no right in making that kind of demand of me. Friends just don't do that."

"She is nothing more than a slut!" Jasmine said angrily.

"Don't you dare call her that!"

Bobby slapped her hard across the face making her cry in pain. "And then you came back here and messed up her car and home! Sounds like you are the one who stooped to 'slut' status." He hit her again.

Sharon could hear her wailing. She listened to their conversation another twenty or so minutes. Mostly all she heard were groans and cries. An hour later she heard the expected pleas and soon after he left she heard her defiance ring true, "I hate you Bobby Lewis!"

Sharon smiled when those words came through the speaker. "See, that wasn't so hard to do, now was it?" She looked at her slave who stood head down in the hallway.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Nope. I just want you to obey. Now let's get you locked so I can go to bed."

"Yes Mistress."

"And you'll be sleeping with the short cable on tonight. Go stand on your spot by the eyebolt in the ceiling. I'll be up in a while."

She watched him leave while she found her laptop and closed her eyes. What a night this had been. The visit with Jessica now seemed like a week ago after what had just went on downstairs. She quickly scanned her work emails and then the personal ones. She grinned upon seeing something from her twin sis. She opened it and read: 

Shar,

Signed up for a year's membership to Mariko's website and have been listening to her story and talks. Fascinating woman and even more fascinating what she has to say. There must be a hundred streaming videos that I've watched. Some more than once. I think they are ones from those weekly meetings that you mentioned. Have you gone yet? If not, you should. I've spent a lot of time recently wondering about what you are doing - wondering in a good way.

Getting colder here. Stay warm and take good care of Bobby.

Love ya,

Deb

She exited the email. "She has no idea how hard it is to keep a relationship alive and well," she said aloud. "I feel like a freaking mother of two bratty kids sometimes." She snickered at the thought and headed up to lock slave. "I really am a mother," she said quietly.

It took at least two months for her to really break. During that time Bobby made her life a living hell. She slept cold most nights. Often times he bound her with tape or cord for no other reason than to limit her movement inside the cage to almost nothing for hours at a time. One night he made her drink a gallon of water, then gave her a blanket to sleep on as a reward but in no time she had peed all over it and slept with the urine soaked cloth wrapped around her naked body. She hadn't eaten human food in weeks and he even went so far as to change her diet from the dry stuff to the nasty wet crap. During the breaking period she had lost some twenty pounds. When he let her out of the cage it was only so she could work. She never got a break. Bobby supervised her while she scrubbed the basement with a Dollar Tree hair brush. By the time she was through her knees were bloody. Another time she was forced to dig a hole in the backyard using a pick axe and shovel. She worked from sun up to sun down. When he was satisfied it was deep enough he made her get in and then filled it. Only her head remained exposed. He didn't return for almost thirty six hours. She was amazed she hadn't frozen to death. Carrying objects up and down stairs hundreds of times, scrubbing surfaces, counting piles of stones, digging holes, sanding cinderblocks with bricks and other meaningless chores was all she did while out of the dog cage.




A Tennessee Education Pt. 06



Sharon moves things along with her two slaves

Now with two household slaves in tow Mistress Sharon takes time to merge them from two separate entities into a single functioning unit. To make this happen she organizes several events to bond the two into a harmonious unit. She also learns unexpected things during her trial and error approach. As stated in each of the previous parts, this story is a fantasy and one in which female dominance/femdom is advocated. If female dominance/male submission or man subjugated to slavery is not what you are looking for you will not want to read further. If it is, I hope you enjoy the read. Before you read here, please read the previous parts as each section builds on the one previous. 

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A Tennessee Education

Part 6: More Changes on the Horizon

As the school year progressed into the final marking period, Sharon put in a request to the School Board that they extend the time needed for full academic remediation thorough the end of the calendar year. After she and Bobby met with the board, explained what they had accomplished, demonstrated what successes they had so far seen and why they needed more time, the Board agreed to discuss the issue at their next meeting and bring it to a vote. 

When Mistress and slave left the downtown site after that Board meeting, they were surprised to see Mariko waiting at the foot of the marble steps. 

"I didn't expect to see you here," Sharon said wondering why she was several miles from home on a perfect April evening.

"I thought maybe you and I could spend some time together," she said to Sharon. "Mind if we talk while I drive? He can take your car home can't he?"

"Sure." She handed slave the keys and told him to make sure the newly washed clothes were folded and put away.

When they were on the road, Mariko quickly brought their conversation around to the subject of Jasmine. "You've hardly said a word to me about this girl ever since you kidnapped her. My curiosity is getting the best of me."

"So that's why you stood out there - because of Jasmine?" she beamed. "How long were you waiting?"

"You know how I am Sharon. Once I make up my mind I can't let it go."

She grinned.

"And you know I have to see something through to the end, so yes, that's why I spent my after work evening eating a vendor's hotdog and drinking a Coke while peaking inside to see how the meeting was progressing. Normally I'd come in but I hate those dam Board meetings. They last forever and accomplish what? Nothing," she said answering her own question. "I'm driving to your place by the way. Figured you'd let me see the girl at least."

"OK," she said apprehensively. "You have a plan at work and I have no idea what this plan of yours is."

"I do. I thought the three of us could spend some time together at my place. Just the three of us."

"That sounds fine Mariko."

"Great, so how is this cute little project of yours? Is she coming along?"

Sharon was about to explain it all when Mariko added, "Kamelah tells me she's exceptional."

"Mistress Mariko, you do seem to have tentacles that are far reaching. Anything else you've learned while you've been prying into my personal life?"

Mariko kept a straight face although she was smiling internally. "Oh, a little of this and a little of that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Jessica." She said tersely.

Sharon gasped. "How did you ever hear about that and what do you know?"

"She told me about your dinner social sometime in January. Really the only reason she brought it up was because you had mentioned about me giving you Bobby." Mariko smiled charmingly. "A little later into our conversation she explained all the juicy parts." She laughed while Sharon sat shaking her head in amazement.

"It wasn't until she revealed every detail of how nice it felt to have your slave eat her pussy and the incredible climaxes she had that I began wondering about things."

"Why would that little tidbit of information make you wonder about anything more than a slave licking a mistress to an orgasm?"

She tapped one finger against the side of her head a few times, "I remember things Sharon. I remember everything that is important," she said smiling. "One of those little nuggets was shared to me by your slave shortly after he started working here. He said something about a daughter. It was nothing more than a passing comment but I knew a Jessica that was about the same age as his child and I wondered if coincidences were indeed possible."

Sharon blurted, "They are. What they did when they were together was scary hot. I mean he did things to her he has never done to me. It's weird how intense he makes her come."

"Are you going to tell her?" Mariko inquired.

"Hell no! She'll think I'm a creep if I do!"

"But he knows?"

"Oh yea. I took him to her place while she and I had dinner. He was at my feet when she told her life's story. He figured it out before I did. I wondered if they might be after she mentioned she'd grown up in Randolf of all places. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw Thirty-five had been crying while he knelt listening."

"It is a small world sometimes," Mariko said softly.

"Indeed it is. Please don't let Jessica know more at this point," Sharon pleaded.

"I wouldn't ever do that. Your secret will remain just that unless you decide otherwise."

Sharon squeezed her shoulder gently. "Thank you."

When they arrived, Sharon hurried inside informing Jasmine they were going out. She didn't wait for the slave girl to answer. Instead she grabbed her hand and pulled her along, naked and beautiful, out to the waiting car. It was the first time slave girl had left the house since her arrival in December. When the trunk lid popped open and Sharon pointed, telling her to climb in she froze. Only then did Sharon realize why.

"This is going to be a short trip," she reassured her. "I always transport slave this way. He rides in the trunk every day to and from work."

Jasmine still looked at her tentatively.

"I am not going to harm you slave girl. Now get inside. Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?"

"Slave girl, you know better than to question me. Get inside. I'll not repeat myself," her voice suddenly becoming more stern.

"Yes Mistress. It's hard to trust you right now but I will."

"That's a good slave," Sharon said patronizing as she checked to be certain she was fully in. She shut the lid locking her in darkness.

When Sharon got back in, Mariko explained how she had forgotten all about a commitment she had later this evening.

"We don't need to go. This can wait," Sharon insisted.

"Sharon. Don't even think about it. I want to see her up close and in person. Besides it will be good for you to meet Malik."

"He sounds black."

Mariko laughed. "Black, handsome, intelligent, and maybe slave material." She grinned deviously.

"So why do you want me to meet him?" Her curiosity piqued.

"I'm not sure. Just something in my gut is telling me it wouldn't hurt. And besides, he works in the school system - at one of the middle schools. He might be someone you have to work with before you are all through with your project."

"When's he coming over?"

"In about an hour. Tell you what," Mariko said suddenly having a thought, "What if you left the girl with me for the night. That will give me more time to assess her."

Sharon balked, "Let's wait and see how the evening goes. I'll decide if she stays later."

Mariko frowned.

"I'm afraid you might lose the slave girl just like you lost my other one." Sharon did her best to suppress her amusement but couldn't and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Not a chance! If you let her stay, she will be leashed at all times. That slave won't be going anywhere!" she said amused at the witty comment.

When the car finally stopped and the trunk door released Jasmine stared up into the eyes of the woman. 

"It's you!"

"Hi Jasmine, my don't you look beautiful."

"Why am I here?" her antennae now raised to a Code Red status.

"Slave, you don't ask questions. Mind your manners. Come, let me help you out." Mariko extended her hand. Jasmine took it. 

"You may call me Mistress Mariko and I will call you slave. Now let's practice," she said promptly.

"Mistress Mariko?"

"Yes slave."

"Why did I have to ride in the trunk?"

"Because that's where all slaves ride." She looked at the young blonde curiously with those big almond eyes. Mariko corrected herself, "I meant to say, that's where all the new slaves ride. At some point, when a Mistress fully trusts a slave she may let them ride in the car with her."

"Thank you Mistress. I didn't know that."

Mariko patted the woman on the ass and motioned for her to come up the porch steps.

By the time they had gotten inside, Sharon had already gotten the wine out of the refrigerator and was pouring two glasses. Mariko led Jasmine to the formal living room and sat down.

"Turn around," she said motioning to the slave girl. "Beautiful body this one has," Mariko called out to Sharon.

Jasmine stood bowing her head deferentially as she presented. Her nipples remained hard like two jellybeans attached to the tips of perfectly shaped breasts and her pussy visible between spread legs. 

"I see your Mistress has trained you well. Worship!" she snapped.

She dropped to her knees bowing as Mistress had taught her so long ago.

"Good girl. Lick my feet. Be sure to get between my toes." 

Jasmine obeyed and remained doing so while the two mistresses conversed. Their banter for the next while passed all too fast and came to a momentary pause when the doorbell rang.

"Would you get that for me Sharon? I'm enjoying her too much to move."

Sharon smiled after seeing slave girls perfect ass looking back at her. She had indeed turned out to be a perfect slave. 

Mariko listened as Malik and Sharon introduced themselves to one another. Sharon prepped him by saying a slave girl was busy with Mariko. Malik smiled; his teeth white against his dark handsome skin. Sharon was immediately taken. The man was truly gorgeous.

"I see you two have met."

"Indeed we have," said Malik.

" And don't you both look good standing together," Mariko added. She watched him star intently at Jasmine's naked body.

"Malik," Mariko said clapping her hands and getting his attention. "Yes she's naked and she's licking my feet but don't you give her another thought. She's just a slave girl," she said casually as if there was nothing abnormal about what he was seeing.

Malik's eyes widened while he shook his head. Then he grinned. Mariko never ever seemed to have a dull and ordinary moment in her life. This was yet another example. 

"Here," Mariko said, "Come and sit." When he did she added "I honestly forgot all about our date and double booked my evening when I invited Sharon and her slave over. She's been training this one for about," she paused.

"About four months now," Sharon added.

"She's your slave?" he asked.

"Yes. She belongs to me."

"She looks hot," Malik said.

Sharon asked, "What looks hot?"

Malik grinned. "That!" He said pointing to what she was doing. "That looks hot!"

Sharon slowly smiled, her face brightening even more. "No one's busy with my feet," she said coolly.

Malik looked at each of the three women in turn but didn't move.

Mariko spoke up. "Malik, a beautiful woman offers you the opportunity to worship her feet and you are going to deny her that pleasure?"

"My god Mariko I just walked in."

"Well now that you're here don't you think you should be productive?"

He opened his mouth but could think of nothing to say in his defense. He stared at Mariko.

She spoke, "And besides, we were just talking about something important when you rang the bell. This will be the perfect excuse to let us continue with our gossip. Now don't keep the lady waiting."

Malik looked once more at Sharon he moved her gaze from him to her feet and back again several times. He smiled.

"As you wish," he said finally. "May I move the coffee table?"

"No," Mariko said, "but you may crawl underneath it. Her feet are on the floor. There is no need to move the table."

Sharon giggled at Mariko's wit. She waited patiently as the handsome black man situated himself and slipped off her shoes.

"He's got some big hands," Mariko said, "and some big feet too. You know what they say about men like that."

"Mariko, what were we talking about? I don't think it was the size of his appendages." Her grin betrayed her words.

Mariko leaned forward, "You mean his appendage," she said using the singular variation of that word. "Now that would be an interesting topic to segue our conversation to, given this recent knowledge we have about Malik."

Sharon noticed Jasmine was now kissing Mariko's calf and during the next ten minutes slowly kissed her way up to her pussy. She realized Mariko had anticipated this possibility. She wasn't wearing any panties and her skirt was loose, permitting easy access to anyone she wanted to put between her thighs.

Sharon meanwhile enjoyed Malik's style. His strong hands massaged the layers of muscles in her arch and his tongue delicately stroked her feet. There was something different in the way this man worshipped. She didn't know what it was but it felt so very good. He had a style about him that aroused her. She didn't understand why but it was there and she liked feeling this way. She hadn't felt titillated in this way in a long time - maybe since before she and Jonathan parted ways. Although his technique was raw and unskilled he did something for her that felt so very nice!

A half hour later, with neither woman having spoken a word during most of that time, Mariko stood, grabbed Jasmine by the hand and together they headed upstairs.

"Where are they going?" Malik whispered.

"Upstairs."

"I knew that much," he said speaking louder. Why did they leave?"

"Probably because Mariko wanted to see how good she is at eating pussy," she said matter of fact.

Malik moaned and then added, "That sounds even better than foot worship."

Sharon smiled. "I have high standards Mr. Malik."

"My performance standards are all first rate," he countered

"No man has ever licked me without being naked."

"May I stand for you Madam?"

"Mistress sounds better, wouldn't you agree?"

"Why Mistress?"

"Because I am. I'll never not be. I live to be pleased and not to please others; I am one who is to be obeyed. I don't take orders from anyone," she watched his eyes while he still knelt, cupping one foot inside his big hand. "And I never will."

"You are speaking my language, Mistress."

"I really don't know that I am. Talk is cheap Malik. Obedience is not something that comes easy to most men and I doubt you're an exception."

"Care to find out?"

"No, not now," she said bluntly. "Let's stick to the basics, shall we? Off with the clothes." She flicked her hand as if to tell him to lose them now.

He stood and she watched as he unbuttoned his dress shirt revealing a ripped chest and abdomen. Strong well defined muscles rippled with every movement. Sharon twirled her finger while he slowly turned letting her examine his posterior while her excitement at seeing such a nice body rocketed upward. 

"Lose the socks next. I don't want to see you your cock with socks on." She grinned fiendishly.

"No socks tonight Mistress. I came prepared." He slipped out of his slacks and underwear in one efficient movement. His cock stared back. It was the biggest, thickest, most beautiful cock she had ever seen. As nice as Bobby's cock was, this one was even more perfect. She could feel herself salivating.

"It really is true about the hands and feet then, isn't it?"

Malik grinned.

"Come here slave." She looked at him intentionally before adding, "That's what I call any man I take control of," she said grabbing his manhood in one hand. She stroked it watching it steadily grow. "Nice cock Malik."

"Told you I have first-rate standards."

"Indeed you do. How big?"

"Never really measured. Big enough, don't you think?"

"Perfect."

"Do you want to take it for a test drive?"

"Slave, rule number two is to never ask Mistress a question if she hasn't first given you permission."

"What's rule number one?"

"There you go again; you just broke rule number two," she smirked. "Rule number one is 'obey Mistress always'."

"Let's practice rule number one tonight."

"OK."

"It's not 'OK'. It's Yes Mistress. No Mistress. Got it, slave?"

He took a step backward, looking at her seriously. "You know, I'm really not your slave. You can call me what you want but it doesn't change the fact of who I am."

"So you want to play hardball?"

"Not really. I just want to lick your pussy."

"Only slaves lick my pussy. Looks like you're out of luck."

"We're talking semantics Sharon. You want me to be your slave for a bit? I can do that but just as long as we both know the truth."

Sharon observed him coolly wondering what to do.

Malik stepped closer doing his best to suppress a smile. "I would love to lick your pussy Mistress."

The guy was a project and he reminded her of Bobby: good looking and cocky. But she was horny and didn't want to focus on the power-play he had chosen to pull. She stood. "Take off my panties."

He did.

"Lay on your back."

He did.

"Now eat."

He did.

If neighbors had their windows open or had decided to take a walk on a perfect April evening they could have hardly avoided the gasps, shrieks and moans coming from both the upstairs and downstairs. Both women were pleasured until they were completely exhausted. Mariko came down just as Malik brought Sharon to a final climax. Jasmine smiled at the sight of the black man eating her. Sharon noticed the reaction and wondered if she was thinking about Bobby having competition. If she did, it was evidence of the ill-will she still held for him. And she could hardly blame her after all he did.

"God I love to face fuck a man lying on his back." She stood, leaving him supine and his face soaking wet.

Mariko gently stepped on Malik's chest while grabbing hold of Jasmine's tit. "What turns you on more slave girl, doing what you just did to me or maybe playing with that?" she pointed to the monster cock sticking straight up.

Jasmine gave a passing look to his thick member and then wrapped both arms around Mariko. "That use to be fun but I like being with you," she kissed her on the neck, "and doing what you made me do for you lot's more."

"So you really enjoyed pleasing me that much? More than playing with something as nice as that?" she pointed to his shaft once more.

"Yes Mistress, very much."

Mariko smiled and cupped her cunt with one hand while wrapping the other around her thin waist. "May I keep her for the night?" she said possessively.

Sharon paused. She could see the lust in Mariko's eyes. "I'm going to take her home. There is something I need her to do for me and it can't wait until tomorrow."

Jasmine's hopes rose and sank at the invite and dismissal. What she had done with Mistress Mariko felt so special. She didn't quite understand why but she had come to love pussy and her pussy appealed to her immeasurably. She had a scent that was different than Mistress Sharon's. She couldn't describe it precisely but she also couldn't get the thought of it out of her mind. She knew Mistress Mariko had enjoyed her a great deal. She guessed her enjoyment was more than she thought possible. Jasmine could sense her feelings although she never outright told her. Jasmine made love to her pussy differently than a man. She was gentler; at least tonight she was. She took Mariko to those places she wanted to feel slowly and let her stay there for a prolonged period of time before allowing her full recuperation. Then she did it all over again but did so differently than before. And Mistress Mariko made her feel wonderful, not so much in letting her lick her pussy. That was fun and exciting and not something to be taken lightly. It was the way she ran her hands over her body when she inspected every inch of her nakedness. She made her feel like property, but special property indeed. Property intended to be viewed and then enjoyed by someone who was so much more than she. And her hands; oh, they made her feel exhilarated in ways Bobby or her husband or the twenty or so guys before them never did. Her thoughts were interrupted when Mariko spoke.




A Tennessee Education Pt. 06



Mariko frowned but seceded to her will. "As you wish. Malik and I have lots to discuss here after you're gone anyway."

"Well then I won't hold you up any longer. We need to get going," she said pulling her panties up. "I'll call slave to come get us."

"It's already been done. He's been out there waiting for some time."

"Thank you Mariko. You're a doll."

Sharon climbed into the back seat and pulled the slave girl in next to her. "On the floor. Worship my legs until we arrive," she commanded. She then ordered slave to take her home.

No sooner had they gotten inside when she dropped her purse on the floor, ordered slave girl to put it away and then commanded slave. 

"Go get me the plastic wrap I bought the other day. It's on the kitchen counter."

When he returned Mistress stood in the living room facing her two properties. "Slave girl, it's time for you to understand that slave here is not your enemy. He is my property and does what I tell him. He does not, nor has he ever before acted on his own accord. When he punished you he did so because I told him to."

Jasmine looked at Mistress with a squirreled expression. She obviously didn't understand what she was hearing or why she was being told this.

"I made him punish you because he was the one that took off with you in the truck. I didn't. He was the one that went to your trailer and almost let you cut off his cage. I didn't. So it only seemed right that he should be the one who should punish you for doing those things that tempted you to damage my screen, front window, kitchen and car."

"I'm sorry Mistress. I was a different person back then."

Sharon smiled. "Indeed you were. But know you are a beautiful slave and one that I have come to enjoy. You are a far better woman now than you ever were before all this happened. But that's not what I want to discuss now. I want you to understand that he did things to you because I have him the freedom to do so. But that is behind us. He helped you to understand how I want you to be. I want you to be here with me and I want you to be my slave girl.

"So do I Mistress."

Sharon smiled again and brushed the back of her hand across her cheek. "I know. But it's time for you to make amends with slave. He is not your enemy and you have no reason to fear him. Now do as I tell you. This is for your own good."

She turned them so they were facing one another and then pushed slave up against slave girl. 

"Don't move." 

Sharon began wrapping plastic wrap around their lower backs several times. After ripping the plastic she repeated this to both upper and lower legs. She stood back from her handiwork, "Not bad. Embrace," she commanded. 

They did. Sharon moved slave girls hands so they rested on the outside of his arms and not around him. When she was content on their position a few layers of plastic molded them in place. She pushed them onto the sofa. They fell heavily although the cushions eased their impact. She laughed as they fell clumsily onto the soft cushions.

"Now, get on to the floor." She pointed and carefully they rolled off. "You will sleep here tonight. I'm going to bed."

When the lights were turned off, Jasmine started breathing more heavily. She felt that sense of panic she could not avoid. Thankfully she was eight inches shorter than he was and didn't have to look at him. She rested her head against his chest and to her surprise the slow beat of his heart, thudding in her ear calmed her. She lay on him feeling his warmth and closeness.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I want you to know I had no choice," he whispered.

Jasmine said nothing but listened.

"I hated myself every night when I left you to freeze but she told me I had to break you. Mistress told me I needed to break your spirit and do so without harming your relationship with her. I had to do what I did Jasmine."

He felt the wetness of her tears on his chest.

"I love Mistress," he said.

"So do I," she said almost inaudibly.

"And she loves you. She made me do those things so that you would come to love her. And now you do. I hope you can see just how much she cared for you even through all of your hard times with me."

Jasmine didn't respond but she began to comprehend. After a long time she asked, "What do you love most?"

Bobby thought for awhile. "I think I love knowing she wants me here. I want to please her and when I do, it makes me feel needed and secure."

"I feel the same way."

"I think all slaves feel that way. It's what makes us unique. Not everyone is made the way we are. You and I were designed by God to serve others."

"I think you're right," she whispered.

"I think Mistress wants us to be friends," Bobby said. "That's why she's doing this. It's her way of forcing us to make up."

"I think she loves having slaves. That's what she told Mistress Mariko tonight."

"I think she does too. She's so different than when we first met but then so am I."

Jasmine looked up at him finally, "Me too."

"Do you ever think about going back home to Randolf?"

"I use to but I like it here. There is nothing for me there and I have a real purpose here."

"And she takes care of you too."

"Yes she does. I wish I could lick her. I love licking her."

The two slaves talked for another hour. The idea of binding them so intimately proved to be the impetus they needed to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long. Sharon listened from the monitor she had moved upstairs and their conversation both saddened and gladdened her. Slavery was a life of opposites she supposed and her slaves expressed those emotions. Bobby had been converted. She had no doubts about his allegiance. Jasmine was a different story. As much as she wanted to believe she had been broken she was hesitant to really trust her fully. Yet her words tonight seemed to confirm that she at least had no intentions to leave. Whether or not that was because she had embraced her slavery at the deepest level or simply because Randolf held no interest she could not discern. Eventually Sharon drifted off to sleep soon after the conversation downstairs quieted.

...

The month of May signified the final push to get specific objectives completed at work. For the teachers and students alike, it meant counting down the days until that final day on June second when school would end for the summer. For those high school grads that continued their education May meant final exams for the hundreds of thousands of undergraduate and graduate students in colleges and universities across the country. That thought had not slipped Mistress' mind for she had been in contact with the sorority girls off and on for the past week. They eagerly awaited the 'treat' Sharon said she had for them. 

When she pulled the car to the curb in front of the massive stone house she left the slaves in the trunk and headed inside. Finding Tiffany the two ladies spoke. Sharon made sure she had scheduled enough partakers to keep her slaves busy and inspected the room where they would be performing their deed. She never made mention of what she really had in mind but left it to Tiffany to interpret her as she wanted. Tif had moved the furniture out of the middle of the main room, similar to how she had done so in December. 

"You can put him right here?"

"Sure," She said beaming.

Tiffany noticed the sudden change in attitude. "What?"

"Where can I put the other one?"

"Two!!" she exclaimed.

"I told you I had a treat for you."

"Mmmm," she thought. "It would be more fun to have them together then in separate rooms," she mused. "Don't you think?"

"I think that sounds like lots of fun."

"Yea, then they can hear how the other is doing."

"I like you Tif. Someday you really should think about becoming a Mistress. It really is a perfect life for the right kind of lady."

"I've already made up my mind on that. In fact I think most of the girls living here have. We don't get asked out anymore on weekends." She paused waiting for the question.

"You don't?"

"Nope," she said beaming, "we do the asking and then we make the guy treat us the way we want."

"That is so cool. I need to get you in touch with a woman-friend of mine. I think she has a lot to offer you girls."

"Maybe we can do that when school starts in the fall."

"I'll make it happen."

Tiffany hugged the older shapely woman. "Go get your slaves."

When Sharon returned with Bobby and Jasmine - both naked, except for Bobby's cage, the girls standing around in anticipation gasped.

"I told you I had a special treat. What do you think?"

Tiffany and several of the other girls eyed the older voluptuous blonde. "She's beautiful," they said together.

Sharon eyed them, now naked from the waist down. "It looks like you're getting ready," she said looking at their pussies. 

They laughed without feeling any hint of shyness or embarrassment. 

Sharon said, "Here, you take them and get them settled where you want. They're here for you to enjoy, not me."

"Thanks Mistress," one of the girls said taking Jasmine by the arm.

Tiffany remained standing next to Sharon just inside the Great Room. "I told them to make sure they were good and comfortable. We'd like to keep them for awhile if that's fine with you. 

"Are you expecting a nice crowd?"

Tif beamed. "Even with two slaves we could be here until dark easily."

"Then that's when I'll be back. Is midnight too late?"

"That long?" She exclaimed. "Oh Mistress, that's so nice of you."

"Do you think you can have someone keep track of how many orgasms they each give? I want to give a surprise to the one that performs best."

"I'll make sure we take care of that."

"Good. I'll see you then." 

Sharon walked over to Jasmine and knelt and whispered in her ear, "If you make more girls come than slave I'll let you spend the night with Mistress Mariko."

Jasmine's countenance brightened instantly. "Really?"

"You heard me." She stood and moved to slave.

"Don't disappoint me. I expect nothing less than perfection from you."

"Yes Mistress."

Before standing she said, "You know why you and slave girl are here; it's not about the orgasms but rather to expose every girl you serve to the life I live. They all know you are owned slaves. My hope is they will eventually own a slave of their own in the not too distant future."

He looked longingly into her beautiful eyes wishing it was her that was about to mount him. Surrounding him now were at least ten women; some completely naked, others partially, but all eagerly waiting to make use of his services.

"I understand."

She squeezed his balls fondly and left.

"Ladies," Tiffany called as she slipped her tank-top up and over her head. At 22 she was in the peak of her female form. Tall and lean and athletic with high-riding tits she stood shameless and forthright before the thirty or so similarly dressed sorority girls. "Its noon," she called out. "And you know what happens at noon don't you?"

"We feed!" They said in unison followed by a roar of laughter.

Tif moved to the center of the room, placing one foot on Jasmine's pussy. "Mistress has brought us another slave for our enjoyment. Her name is Jasmine. She's 26 and beautiful but unlike us, she's a slave!"

"And we are mistresses in the making!" someone cried out.

"Indeed we are," Tiffany answered. "But even though she has tits and a pussy she is not one of us. She is no different than him!" She is here to serve us just as much as he is." She pointed to each as she recognized them. "So put aside any apprehensions you might have doing it with a girl and enjoy face fucking her as hard and as wild as you want!" She yelled now, full of excitement. "Remember," she added and then bent and spit on Jasmine's face, "she is a slave and you are?" She cupped her hand behind her ear as if listening.

"Mistresses!" they all roared. 

Tif watched their desires to feed the two slaves grow visibly. Several started stroking their pussies in expectation for what would soon come.

"Mistress has generously agreed to give us these slaves to use as we wish until midnight. We have twelve hours to party! Drinks are in the kitchen. Drink up and fuck up!" She yelled. "I'm starting with the cute one. Who wants to party with me and ride the slave boy?"

A thick black woman almost ran to Bobby and sat poised inches from his mouth. Together the girls counted silently, "one, two, three!" and then lowered their cunts onto mouths waiting eagerly to please.

Jasmine brought Tif to a climax in a matter of minutes and she screamed triumphantly. "Oh god she's good! Of fuck, I love how she made me feel."

Bobby brought the black girl to her orgasm but it took almost as long as it did Jasmine to bring her second over the edge. The college girls seemed not to care whose face they fucked. As the alcohol flowed and the ladies became more inebriated the party conversely grew wilder. At one point there were three slaves eating pussy. A freshmen desiring acceptance into this particular group took up Tiffany's dare. One sexy senior girl after another fucked her face for an entire hour. When she finally stood she was awash in fluids but her eyes beamed with satisfaction. She had never been with a woman let alone with eight. Tif embraced the skinny girl and told her she had helped her cause by being such a good sport.

Meanwhile, Jasmine's lead had shrunk from seven to three although she had no idea what the tally was. Tiffany had put one of the other's in charge of keeping track. In the far corner and out of the line of sight of the two slaves stood a white board with tally marks aligned in two columns. 

By the time midnight approached both slaves looked as if they had just finished boxing in a ten round fight. Their hair was a mess, their lips, face and tongues swollen and their shoulders, chest, stomachs and necks were a mass of scratches from out-of-control college girls raking their fingernails over their bodies. Bobby even had one eye partially swollen shut. One chic punched him because she thought he hadn't performed up to her expectations and socked him hard demanding he do her right.

Sharon arrived and was greeted by a throng of cheers. Stacy, who had enjoyed Jasmine three times and Bobby once brought her a beer. "This has been so much fun," she said. "We really need to make this an annual event."

Sharon laughed and took a pull from her bottle. "Thanks, I love doing this. It's so good for the slaves and even better for ya'll."

Tif grinned, "Indeed it is."

"Don't misunderstand me, I love that they can get off on their mouths while having a good time during finals but what I really want them to understand is that they could have slaves for themselves after they are through with college just like I enjoy these two at home every day."

This was at least the second time Sharon had brought this subject up today and Tif recognized how near and dear femdom, or female dominance was to her heart. "Trust me. In our sorority we discuss the topic all the time. What I think will get the ladies thinking is her," she pointed to Jasmine. "It's a first for most of them to have a girl on girl relationship and know she will never be dominant." She looked at Sharon. "Personally, I've never given the thought to having a slave girl. My only option was what boy I'd turn into one."

"I hope you do take a boy. I only took her because of a series of circumstances that threatened to take my boy slave from me. I had no intention of turning her into something like him. She happened to be a natural after I was able to open her mind enough to see that."

"Will you keep her?"

"Keep her? I'm not sure. Make her remain a slave? Probably. I think Jasmine has found a place of contentment in slavery that is akin to what Bobby feels. They both have deep seated needs to serve, obey and please women."

She shook her head as if in disbelief, "I can't fathom living like they do."

"I hope that changes real soon. Too many women live lives just like Jasmine. They end up getting married and serving a man that doesn't love and appreciate them the way they deserve."

Tif listened intently as she understood her point from a vantage point she hadn't yet heard.

"Oh, they don't call it slavery," continued Sharon, "But I can attest that far too many men abuse their wives or partners in ways they'd only do with a slave. It's so sad because our society encourages women to submit to men. The old vow in which a woman promised to obey is not that far removed. It's my wish that we reverse that trend and do so not so much by forcing men to obey but by opening their minds to see they willing can say those words and live a satisfying life doing so."

"Now there's a nice thought."

"Indeed it is. There are a good proportion of men out there that have no idea they would be happier submitting to a woman than living a traditional vanilla life." Sharon watched two ladies come in glorious orgasms almost simultaneously while she spoke. Two more stood nearby waiting for another go at them but Sharon stepped forward and grabbed each by the arm. "It's time I take my slaves home. You'll have to wait until next time."

"So they belong to you?" One asked.

"Yes. I thought you knew that."

"We got here late and we don't live here. I guess we missed that somehow."

"Then you need to talk to Tiffany." She pointed her out. "She'll tell you all about the meetings they old here. They talk about how to get a guy and train him to be a slave and talk about lots of other similar topics. I'm sure you will find what she has to say interesting."

The girls' eyes widened with curiosity and wonderment. "We will! This is so cool. Thanks for bringing them."

"You're very welcome. Tell you what, why don't you two be the last to enjoy them."

"Really?"

"Go ahead." She waved them on.

"Thanks!"

...

On the way out to the car slave girl whispered in her Mistress' ear. "Did I win?" 

"You know rule #2 slave girl." Sharon smiled broadly.

Jasmine responded meekly. "I'm sorry I asked. I was just so curious."

"I know you were. Everyone said you both were so fun to be with," she said raising her voice so both could hear.

The naked slaves strolled to the car that was parked out back. The three walked as if they were fully dressed. Nakedness, especially for Jasmine had become the norm. With the exception of the twenty four hour period when Deb visited she couldn't remember a time she had worn anything. In fact, she only had one outfit. She came here with nothing and Mistress had only purchased what she wore last weekend recently. 

The public story on Jasmine, from what Sharon had learned was she was officially considered missing. Law officials stated the case was ongoing but admitted they had no leads nor any evidence indicating what happened to the 25 year old in December. Because she lived in such a rural area there were no witnesses and an investigation at her home found nothing that led them to believe a crime had been committed. Her husband of two year reported her absence on Christmas Eve. Friends and neighbors noted they had not seen the young woman for several days prior to Christmas so there was no definitive time frame on when she actually went missing.

Further reports on her case diminished in frequency by late January and the last thing Sharon had heard was a short blurb in mid-February in which simply stated there had been no further leads for which the small police force of a single officer to follow up on. Her whereabouts remained a mystery.

Upon arrival at home, Mistress treated both slaves to a night secured loosely to the floor eyebolt. They needed their rest. They had done well. Jasmine surprised Sharon by racking up sixteen more orgasms than her counterpart, an impressive number given the skilled tongue of slave. Within fifteen minutes of walking in the house all three was sound asleep. 




A Tennessee Education Pt. 06



The school year came to an abrupt end at East Riverton. The flurry of activities including athletics, concerts, recitals, and plays and standardized testing had most everyone involved. Teachers were busy meeting end of the year requirements, cleaning out classrooms and getting ready to clear out to enjoy some extended R an R. Unfortunately the state legislature had not approved the budget for the fiscal year. It was an election year and republicans and democrats alike where playing their various political power plays in an attempt to make the other side look incompetent.

"If they only knew how pathetic they all looked," Mariko thought after reading the latest email sent from the Beverly Beecham, the school superintendent. Her note indicated new contracts would not be out before the final day of school and all employees were asked to check emails regularly for any updates. It wasn't that this news directly affected Mariko however it indirectly did. She was the one that collected, tabulated and transferred the signed papers downtown. What she feared was how this might alter her summer plans. She would need to be here for the week following when contracts were sent out. She made a note to check with Beverly on Thursday. She was a regular and longtime attendee of the women's meetings. Having a husband, now converted to a slave, they shared much in common.

Sharon and Bobby also finished up the few projects they had ongoing. All of the background work had been completed some months ago and now they focused on the implementation of various policies, techniques and strategies, all of which required teachers and students alike to be in class. 

As the school year entered its final week, Sharon could think of little else then wanting to get away from the stresses of her job. Yet she was unsure exactly what to do with her summer. More frequently she found herself unsettled; unsettled about life as well as where her life was going. She couldn't put her finger on the source of the issue but there was an uncertainty nevertheless. She also wanted to go home. She hadn't been home for one of her usual holidays in almost a year and missed seeing family. Although she had seen Deb a few times she had not been around her other siblings or parents in months. The issue wasn't time now so much as it was her slaves. She'd bring them in a heartbeat but she didn't want to offend her folks. Offending Bobby's was fun but she didn't feel the same way about her parents. "Why make them look at her differently? Why get into heavy Mistress/slave conversations when her time with them would be so brief anyway? Why give them cause to worry about one of their children? Why deal with the guilt her brothers would most likely heap on her?" She had too many thoughts, all of which pointed to leaving them home before the week of the Fourth of July.

And then there was the other issue that kept filling her mind. She had no clue how to address it and yet that was probably the cause of all the other stresses she felt. On this, she couldn't even talk to Deb. Mariko was the only one who had the perspective and wisdom to help and so over dinner in late June she set aside time to take Mariko to do some shopping and enjoy quality time alone at a quant mountain getaway town filled with small shops, ample restaurants and made tourists feel like they never wanted to leave and return home. 

Their time away was exactly what she needed and Mariko as usual served as the wise sage providing Sharon with wisdom, perspective and advice. Sharon admired her mentor. She was wise beyond her forty two years, an age she only recently discovered. Mariko always created an atmosphere on these occasions in which Sharon felt free to speak and do so without being or feeling judged. Mariko had that way about her. She could be so intimidating at times and yet so loving and thoughtful. On this day she became the mother Sharon needed but she was also more. She was the scheming witch who could see things Sharon had no idea even existed. After Sharon arrived home late that evening she headed to the basement, unlocked the slaves and let them take turns satisfying her before heading off to bed. 

"Oh they felt so good," she thought as first slave and then slave girl licked her pussy and ass to perfection. When they were through she let them sleep unsecured for the first time ever on her floor. The decision came on a whim but she felt as if they had finally earned her trust. 

"Thank you Mistress," they said almost together.

"Thank you. You have been so obedient lately. I thought you needed a little reward to let you know how much I've appreciated you."

Sharon turned her attention to Jasmine, "Remember the challenge I gave you some time ago, the one I whispered in your ear?"

"Yes Mistress," Jasmine said excitedly.

"Tomorrow night you may go."

"Oh thank you Mistress! Thank you! I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

Bobby listened but had no idea what they were talking about and knew better than to ask. When slave girl finally calmed down Sharon turned to him. "That means I will have you all to myself. Think you can make me come until I'm begging you to stop?"

"Mistress, I would love to please you however you want."

"That's my slave." She patted him gently on the head.

"OK, let's sleep. I'm so tired."



A Tennessee Education Pt. 07



Sharon surprises everyone with unexpected news

In this final segment the story comes to its conclusion as Sharon gathers key characters together and once more upsets the applecart. I hope you've enjoyed the tale as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Again... this is a story of femdom, male slavery, male bondage, female dominance and advocates a lifestyle in which females rule and men obey. If this is not what you enjoy then please look elsewhere. If you do, I hope you've enjoyed the read!

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A Tennessee Education Part 7: The Party

On the final Saturday of June, Sharon held a party of sorts. It wasn't a large party. Rather it was quite intimate with only eight attendees. Sharon made simple plans sending slave girl and slave out to fetch drinks, and specific food items. The party was to be given that evening beginning at six. A week earlier, Sharon had sent a letter to her sister Debra. In it was a short note requesting her presence along with a roundtrip ticket to Riverton. Mariko received a similar invitation, not delivered to her school mailbox but rather by United States Postal Service. In the invite Sharon asked her to come if at all possible. She conveyed how much her presence would mean and that this was an important gathering. The other invitations went to Malik Johnson, the middle school IT guy whom she serendipitously met the evening when she and Jasmine had visited Mariko and to Jessica and her slave-husband. The other three attending would of course be slave, slave girl and she. 

Unlike the previous get together when Deb was here, Sharon didn't pay lots of attention to making sure the house was immaculate. Rather she let the slaves go about their ordinary business of completing weekend chores as usual. 

After the slaves returned from shopping and got everything stowed away Sharon told slave to head to the airport. He stood a little straighter at the news and soon left. Sharon knew it would take him at least an hour before he got home. Grabbing slave girl roughly by the collar she pulled her upstairs. Soon she was between her legs and feasting on her cunt. Sharon enjoyed her through four powerful orgasms before pushing her away.

"Massage my legs," she said rolling over, "and get undressed before you do. I should have had you do that sooner but I was too horny."

"That's OK Mistress. I love having you all to myself."

Sharon didn't respond. She laid waiting for her soft hands to start kneading her legs. She needed a nice rubdown. 

Soon after Bobby got to the arrival terminal he spotted Deb as soon as she rounded the corner. He beamed the moment he saw her. She was so beautiful. Waving over the heads of others in front she saw him and waved back. Deb embraced him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's so good to see you Bobby!" she said excitedly.

"You too; may I carry your bag?"

"Seems like my sister is trying to one-up me?"

"How's that?"

"Didn't she tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Oh, I forgot she keeps you in the dark," she smiled, the twinkle in her eyes nearly mesmerizing. "She sent me an invitation to this party of hers along with a roundtrip ticket. Now that's being persuasive."

"No, I wasn't aware but I'm glad you are here."

"Me too," She slipped a hand around his arm as he led her to the short-term parking lot and Mistress Sharon's car.

When they finally got home Jessica and her slave were already there. Ten minutes later Malik came and soon after Mariko arrived. Formal and informal introductions were made and acquaintances and friendships renewed. Sharon set slave off to grill the meat while slave girl and Jess's slave made preparations inside. The ladies sat enjoying delicious strawberry margaritas while Malik sat quietly eying the three beauties with a beer in hand. All too soon slave brought in slabs of perfectly cooked beef tenderloin bringing the girls conversation to an end. They all ate outside to the sound of robins and mockingbirds chirping and watching the impending storm build far off in the distance.

After a third round of drinks were served Sharon called everyone in. The rains would soon be here but she was thankful the weather held long enough for them to enjoy a warm summer dinner outside. She also wanted to gather everyone together inside where they could focus on her and not on the quickly darkening sky.

"This may have seemed like a spur of the moment gathering but I've been thinking about getting us all together for some time. Today seemed like as good a time as any; so here we are."

Mariko listened with curiosity. She had some idea as to what she might be up to but wasn't certain. Sharon hadn't given any specifics on their day trip but Mariko parted ways with her feeling like she had heavy thoughts she was dealing with. She looked over those here. The three slaves sat on the floor, naked and at the feet of their Mistresses. She wondered what Deb was thinking seeing two men and a woman sitting comfortably without out a stitch of clothing on. Malik's eyes kept moving to Jasmine who looked stunningly beautiful. She grinned wondering just how much of what Sharon was saying he even heard. Deb kept looking at the slaves as well. Indeed she was probably the one who felt least comfortable.

"It seems like only last month when Mariko invited me to her home. After talking for some time she led me to the kitchen. It was then when I saw my first slave. I didn't know who he was and at the time that wasn't important. What I learned that night was there existed a way of living that was very different from the one I was raised in." She glanced at her sister and smiled. "It was also so different from the relationship I had just ended after a lengthy dating period in which I nearly married."

Sharon sipped her drink. "A week later Mariko gave me slave." She ran her fingers through his hair. "He became my project and together we learned so much about what it meant to both serve and be served. I had no idea what I was doing and after he ran away one Friday afternoon while I was with my sister, I learned just how fragile relationships can be. I thought I knew how to make a man submit but I obviously had much more to learn." 

"But you had done very well up to that point," Mariko added.

"Maybe, maybe not," she said. "I did learn that it takes a long time to train someone to serve, obey and trust and it took me a long time to understand what real dominance meant. Slave started to come along fine with is progression into slavery but then slave girl unexpectedly came into the picture. I ended up having her kidnapped and brought here. She was the tough one. I did things I both enjoyed and hated but knew they had to be done if I was to make her mine. And now look at her." She smiled down at Jasmine as she looked up with the same brightness in her countenance.

"She has come so far; so very far. I loved training them. I had so much fun with them and they have brought me so much joy. Joy I couldn't possibly imagine."

"You're going to make me cry, sis," Deb said wiping one eye.

"Awww, that's so sweet," observed Jessica.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so sentimental. It's just they have become a part of me." She stopped and took another sip from her wine glass. Continuing she said, "Do you know what I love? What I really love? I love tying them up. I love anchoring them to places that keep them from moving. I love walking by them and seeing them caged. I love punishing them when they disobey. I love stretching them mentally as a way to test their obedience in all kinds of ways. Like today," she said waving a hand, "I let them both go shopping. They could have driven off. I even gave them my credit card. I let slave here go pick up Deb at the airport. He had two chances to leave me today.

"But he didn't," said Deb.

"No, he didn't and that choice of his is what fills me with pride. While he was gone slave girl licked me and then massaged me. She felt so good. Who would have thought the snotty little country bitch would willingly want to do that?"

"Too bad she's not as good as him," Jess noted.

Mariko put her hand on the girl. "Keep calm Jess. We all know what you want."

"I sure do. I always want it from him. He is that good!"

Deb fidgeted in her seat and then spoke. "Doesn't he feel bad," she pointed to Bobby, "when you talk like that?"

"Maybe," Sharon answered, "but that's not my problem. He has his duties and he knows he's mine. I hope he's secure in that and that alone."

Sharon reached behind her chair and pulled out a large set of bolt cutters. Everyone gasped. "I know," Sharon said. "But it's time."

"Sharon, you can't!" demanded Mariko.

"That's right; you can't," said her sister.

Bobby and Jasmine's eyes filled with tears at the very thought. Sharon stood in the middle of the room and faced her slaves.

"It's time. It's time for me to let you two go." Her words suddenly becoming choked as she started crying. "I will miss you but I need to let you go."

"OK," Mariko demanded. She stood and grabbed the cutters. "At least tell us why you want to do this? What's gotten into you? Have you lost your mind?"

Sharon hugged the slender woman and immediately Deb joined them, wrapping her arms around both as they cried.

Finally Sharon breathed deeply and once more tried to gain some semblance of composure. "Sit down. I'll explain."

"I sure hope so," Mariko said not at all sympathetically.

"As much as I love my slaves for the slaves they are, I don't love them romantically. Because of that I feel empty inside. Even though at least one of them is with me nearly all the time I still feel alone. I'm sorry slaves," she said looking at each one. "I love you because of what you do for me but I can't make myself love you in that deeper way and I miss feeling that emotion. Does that make sense to you?" Her eyes looked at them as if pleading for them to understand.

"It does Mistress," Bobby said quietly as tears streamed down his cheeks. "But I will surely miss you."

"I know you will."

"I understand too," Jasmine said softly.

Sharon turned to the others. "Do you understand why I need to do this?" She looked straight at Mariko. "Please tell me you do."

Mariko nodded. It was a quiet, motherly, loving nod. Sharon felt a sudden weight lift. It was she, more than anyone else who she wanted approval. Mariko was the one person who had helped her in so many ways and served as more than her mentor. She really was a mother figure even though less than ten years separated them.

"Thank you Mariko. Thank you for understanding." Sharon brushed a tear aside with the back of her hand and reached for the cutters. Mariko gave them back reservedly. She didn't want to but felt, in this situation, she had no choice in the matter. They were Sharon's slaves and not hers.

"Jasmine, you are my newest slave. You are also the most beautiful slave I've ever seen." They both smiled. Sharon crouched and then embraced the girl. It was the first time she had ever let herself do so.

"I will always love you," Jasmine whispered."

Sharon nodded, said nothing but continued to weep. When she broke the embrace she kissed the girl on the forehead and brought the cutters to her collar. A squeeze was followed with a clunk as the cutters bit through the thick steel. Turning the collar once more she cut the opposite side. The two halves fell free hitting the carpet with a thud. Jasmine felt truly naked for the first time. Only then did her emotional dam break and she left the room sobbing uncontrollably. 

Sharon was near her breaking point as well and knew she had to get this over with as soon as possible. As the others watched she quickly cut Bobby free of his collar. As soon as she did, he stood and embraced her tightly. The other women all wept softly as the emotional scene unfolded before them in an almost surreal manner.

"I will miss you Mistress," he said so only she could hear.

Sharon nodded, her head buried in his chest.

"I don't know what I'll do now but I know I'll find someone who will take care of me."

Sharon looked up into his blue eyes and caressed his cheek. "You will do fine Baby. It will be hard but you will do fine. Trust me."

"I always have," he said smiling sadly.

"Almost always," she jokingly teased while sniffling.

Bobby broke off and left Sharon standing alone in the middle of the group.

"I need a drink." Deb said breaking the tension. "Can I get something for anyone?"

"I think I'll join you," said Malik. "This is getting too emotional even for me."

The others stood and headed to the kitchen as well. Jess went to the bathroom. Jasmine and Bobby were nowhere to be found. After everyone had refilled their glasses or gotten another beer Sharon called everyone back together.

"More?" Jess said.

"I can't end things this way," Sharon replied. "Can you go get my slaves for me? I think their either upstairs or out back."

"Sure."

When everyone found their way back Bobby and Jasmine awkwardly sat on two chairs they brought in from the dining room. They felt horrible, empty and naked in the clothing they now wore. Things just didn't feel right. "Things weren't right," Bobby thought. "Why did she do this?"

"So," Sharon said. "Here we are. Things are a little different from when you all got here."

"That's an understatement," Malik said quietly.

"Bobby and I had a conversation some months ago. I think you and I were out back. I had cut your collar off a few days earlier and then went to see you." She pointed to Deb. "When I got back he was still here. He begged me to take him back and I agreed to do so. But during the time we talked I told you," she looked at him now, "that I might want to sell you. Do you remember that conversation?"

Jessica fidgeted in her seat.

"I do," he said softly.

"Well you are free but I haven't fully released you."

Bobby looked at her confused.

"I thought about selling you. I thought about taking you to the women's meeting so everyone could see and admire you. I even thought about asking Mariko to auction you off because I thought I got get quite a bit from you. You are a beautiful slave and have so much to offer."

"You did?" Mariko interrupted. "My god girl, that's a great idea!"

"Good idea or not, I couldn't bring myself to do any of that."

Bobby asked, "Why not?" 

"Because you are a human being. Even though I treated you harshly at times I never ever lost sight of who you were. I always had your best interest as my slave at heart. I hope you knew that."

"I did. You know I did."

"So that's why I didn't put you up to be purchased by the richest mistress in the area. I wanted to look after you. I still want to look after you."

Bobby ran his fingers over where his collar had been for so many months. "That seems like it will be hard for you to do that now. I mean you broke up with me!" he said raising his voice ever so slightly.

"I know why you feel that way Bobby but I haven't simply deserted you. I am letting you go because I need something that you simply can't give me."

"So now what?" he asked. "Where does that leave me?"

"Deb," she said turning her attention to her sister. "Will you take him?"

Deb felt her face redden and her heart suddenly pound as the shot of adrenaline rushed through her system. It was the body's normal response to stress; the fight or flight response and now it was acutely active inside her beautiful sister. "Me? Oh Sharon. I never in my life..."

"I know. I know you didn't come here thinking I might ask you to do this but I hope you will take my offer."

"Sharon," she said pleading, "I don't know what to say." She looked at Bobby who suddenly felt alive with hope. "I need time to think Sis."

"OK, then go think."

Deb looked at Sharon and then at Bobby who appeared equally shocked, "Why me?"

"Seriously sis, do you really have to ask that question? I've watched you two. I've seen the connection. You even told me it was there."

Bobby hinted at a smile his hope rekindling. He knew now why his daughter was invited. She was Sharon's backup plan; her safety net. "Oh Deb," he said to himself, "Please do the right thing." He knew he couldn't be a slave to his daughter. He simply couldn't. Yet what if Deb turned her offer down? What if she was still too afraid of him? Maybe she hadn't fully recovered from the damage the rape had caused?

"I need to take a walk. Do you have an umbrella? I need to be alone and don't care if it's raining."

Sharon left to fetch her one. The others said nothing but all eyes fell on Bobby, the object of her decision. 

Jess, who had for an instant seemed so hopeful now sat obviously anxious. If Deb decided to turn down the offer she had every intention of snapping him up if for no other reason than to use him as a sex slave.

Jasmine appeared nervous, wondering what fate Sharon had conjured up for her. She figured Malik was the one most likely to take her but he seemed to be more into submission than dominance.

Sharon sat after getting Deb situated. "This is so much harder than I ever thought it would be," she said more to herself than to the others.

"It's called breaking up," Mariko said bluntly. "What did you expect? You are bonded to that man in more ways than you know, and he is likewise with you." She looked at the two of them. "I understand why you are releasing him. I really do, but you're naïve to think you will yesterday hold him near and dear and tomorrow not remember him."

"I know Mariko. All I'm saying now is that it's hard right now. That's all. Please don't make this harder than it already is."

"OK dear. I'm really looking out for you mostly. You're the one I don't want to see hurt. So," she said pointing to Jasmine, "what's your plan for her?"

Sharon burst into laughter. She was so taken by the frankness of this woman she loved. "Oh Mariko, you are too much. Will you take her? I know you want her."

Jasmine's jaw dropped in surprise and Mariko grinned with joy. "You want me to go lesbian is that what you're asking of me?" her eyes sparkling with life.

Sharon smiled. It was as if Mariko, in the course of her 'what now' diatribe had flipped the mood in the room from one of tension to one of lighthearted joy. Even Bobby and Jess, who just moments before, looked as if someone was about to rip their hearts out broke into laughter.

"Yes, I think you need a girlfriend slave Mariko. You as much as told me that your other boy slave relationships didn't work for the same reason mine didn't with him. We lacked a level of attraction and I think you've wanted this one for some time. So yes, I want you to go lesbian on me."

"OK, I will. I will accept your offer and you are right, I have wanted this one ever since I took her upstairs to enjoy. Jasmine," she said firm and strong, "come. Sit by your new Mistress."

Jasmine looked at Sharon as if to say goodbye and crawled to the other side of the room and nestled up against Mariko's leg. Everyone could see how happy she was. Sharon sighed. She had made the right choice, at least with one of them.

Malik spoke, "So, here we are. What's the next bomb you're going to drop on us before we leave Sharon?"

Just before she spoke, Jess stood. I don't know about you all but I simply cannot wait a moment longer. I don't know if I should ask or just take him or even if I have the right to take him but I want this man to lick my pussy." She looked at Sharon with wide eyes. "Do you have any objection? I mean, he's not really yours anymore now is he?"

"No Jess, I don't have any objection."

"Well then. Slave, let's go out back where we have some privacy." She grabbed his arm as if she had to seize the moment. 

"Hold on there girl," Mariko said, "There's plenty of room right here." She pointed to the center of the room. "If any one doesn't want to watch the show, they can go get something to drink or take a walk in the rain with Debra. I want to see what all the fuss is about."




A Tennessee Education Pt. 07



"The hell with Debra," Jess said indignantly. "You heard the woman, lie down over there." 

Bobby's mind suddenly became torn in too many directions. His mistress had just released him; her sister was now contemplating whether or not she wanted to become his new mistress; his former girlfriend and slave partner was now owned by another mistress and now his very daughter was demanding he lick her pussy. He looked at her. Her arm was still extended and pointing to where she wanted his head.

"Slave," Mariko said, "we're all waiting. Do what the mistress commanded."

Bobby looked at Mistress, then at Mariko and finally to Jess. "No." His voice was more firm than Sharon had ever heard him speak.

"What!" Jess said now exasperated at his defiance. "You do as you are told!"

"I'm not your slave Jess. I'm not hers anymore either and I'm sure as hell not about to do this just to satisfy curious onlookers. I'm not a freak show. Tell him to lie down if you want some satisfaction," she said referring to her husband.

"How dare you speak to me like that?" She closed the distance between them and walloped him across the face. "Lie down."

He didn't move. Instead he gazed into her defiant eyes and wished so badly he could embrace her and tell her who he was and how sorry he was for ever leaving her all those years ago. But he couldn't. Instead he wept. Tears of sorrow and regret and guilt once more overcame him. Only Sharon and Mariko understood. They joined him wiping away tears from wet eyes.

"It's OK Jessica," Mariko said softly. "I should have had sense enough to keep my mouth shut. Go, take your slave and enjoy him if you need some relief. Go on."

"Dam him. Dam you!" she said to Mariko. She stuck her finger in Bobby's chest. "You better hope that chic decides she wants you because if not, you are going to be my slave and you will do everything I tell you. You'll spend your fucking life between my legs you arrogant slut!"

"He's not for sale," Sharon said softly.

"What?"

"If Deb doesn't want him, I'm not selling him. I told you that before I extended my offer to my sister. I care for him too much to pawn him off on someone just to get rid of him."

Jess tried her best to stem the panic welling up inside. "Then what are you going to do? He's a slave for god sake!"

"Release him. I'm going to let him go. He can make his own decisions as to how he wants to live his life."

Jessica looked at him, her anger still visible. "If that happens you better come knocking on my door. You better..." she paused unable to reframe her statement further.

"Dam!" Malik shouted. "This is some dam good reality TV here!" Bobby broke into a hearty laugh. "I mean we got a naked girl who looks mighty fine, a mistress who's really looking hot because she's pissed, two crying mistresses that I have no idea why they're crying and a guy that was just a slave that has no clue what he is now. Oh, and then there is that really hot babe out walking in the rain. All we need now his for her to come in soaking wet so we can all see those perfect tits of hers all perky under her shirt."

"Shut up!" Mariko shouted. "Just shut up Malik. You have no fucking idea what's going on here."

"I know, that's why it would make for some great TV ratings."

Sharon shook her head not knowing what to say.

He asked the obvious question to all. "So, why am I here? Are you going to give him to me if she doesn't want him?"

Sharon piped up, "No Malik. Just listen to Mariko and keep your trap shut."

"Why am I here anyway?" he protested.

Sharon stood. "Malik!" her tone expressed the frustration she felt.

"Sorry Sharon. I was just trying to ease some of the tension in here."

"You're not! Your just adding to it so shut the hell up!" 

Jess had by now gotten her purse and snapped her finger, instructing her husband it was time to go. "I'm sorry I lost it in front of everyone," She said to Sharon apologetically. "I'm really sorry."

"Don't give it another thought. His head is all messed up now. Maybe tomorrow he'll feel differently. It's all my fault anyway."

"Thanks Sharon. And if she doesn't want him, please give me a call. Will you?"

"I will." Sharon gave her a hug and showed her the way out.

The rain fell steadily. Sharon waved to Jess as she backed out of the driveway. Looking down the street she saw Deb slowly walking down the middle of the street. She was soaked to the bone. Seeing her using the umbrella as a cane rather than to protect her from the elements made her smile. It's what she loved about her sister. As beautiful as she was she had that country 'I don't care how I look' side to her that made everyone with her feel at ease and admire her all the more. She stood on the bottom step, letting the rain fall full on her and waited. By the time they hugged, they were both completely drenched. Neither one cared. 

"I want him," Deb said in her sisters' ear. "I really want him."

"You do!" Joy suddenly filling her heart.

"I do. I wanted to say yes as soon as you made the offer but I needed time to make sure. I feel so comfortable around him."

"He likes you too. I can see it in his eyes. He lit up when I told him to go get you today. Oh Deb," she started crying once more. This time the tears were happy ones; each one purging some of the ache and anxiety of the past hour away. "I hope this works out for you. I really do."

"Me too but I'm as scared as can be at what I'm about to do."

"I was too when I first got him. At least you two seem to like one another. I didn't have that going for me."

"I do like him. I like him a lot."

"Just don't tell him that," Sharon advised. "Make him prove himself to you first."

Deb smiled and gave her sister another saturated hug. "Come on, let's get inside. I'm getting wet." She giggled.

...

An hour later the gathering had come to an end. Sharon really couldn't call it a party even though the invitations stated it would be. Yet Mariko and Jasmine left for home both beaming as did Deb and Bobby. Deb purchased a last minute ticket for him and had her ticket transferred to an earlier flight that left within the hour. "By now, they had probably already boarded for their flight back to Dallas," Sharon thought. "All in all it wasn't a bad night." 

"So," Malik said surveying the living room. "Is this why you wanted me to stay? To help you clean up this?" his hand moved from right to left."

"Yes, but not now. Let's go sit on the porch. "Will you get me a glass of Chardonnay please?"

"Sure, mind if I get myself another beer?"

"Help yourself."

Sharon sat sideways on the love seat, kicking off her flats and stretching her legs. The rain continued to fall gently hitting the roof, pavement and lawn. There was something so peaceful about a nighttime rain. Mostly it brought back memories of sitting on the front porch as a little girl with Deb and Mom. Sometimes they'd sit cringing when a bolt of lightning struck nearby waiting for the inevitable boom to follow. Storms on the Midwestern plains were often sudden and violent but then there were those times like now when the rain fell moderately and the ground continually soaked up its life-giving moisture.

"Sit here," she said curling up her legs. Malik gave her the half-filled glass of white wine and sat. She draped her legs over his thighs and stared off. "This makes me think of home when it rains like this."

"Why's that," he said. His hand gently squeezed her muscular calf.

"Mostly it's the peace and quiet. I was just thinking about sitting on my front porch as a kid during a storm."

"I never had a porch as a kid. You don't get much space growing up in an apartment complex."

"Do you have a porch at home now?"

"Nope. Still live in an apartment," she said smiling crookedly.

"You missed out then. Sometimes it's the little things in life that end up having the most meaning."

"I know what you mean."

Sharon looked at him; his left arm rested across the back of the sofa and his strong hand reaching so near. She admired his profile, his well-built body and handsome face. He was indeed a good looking man.

"What?" 

"Just looking at you. I need this Malik."

"Need what?"

"Need to relax. Need to sit here. Need to stop drinking this wine," she smiled. "I'm going to have a headache all night long if I don't."

"Is that all?"

"No, it's not. I think I need you." She leaned forward and kissed the back of his hand.

"Are you coming on to me Sharon?"

"Sharon or Mistress?" she smiled.

"Oh, we're back to that again?"

"Only if you want to be back to that again."

He smiled and squeezed her leg. "I can't say in all honesty that I haven't thought about that evening many times."

"Why is that?" her voice now softening.

He thought before speaking, "Because it touched me."

"Malik," she said smiling, "do you have a sensitive side that I'm unaware of?"

Grinning he answered, "I have a lot of sides you aren't aware of."

"I'd like to find out about every one of them."

"You are coming on to me."

"No, not really. Just letting you know my thoughts and desires."

"Is that why you invited me over? Am I the booby prize?"

"No Malik, you're not the booby prize. I invited you over because I wanted to talk to you after everyone left."

"OK," he said more like he was asking a question, "Talk."

Sharon put her wine down and lifted her legs. "Scoot a little closer. You're too far away."

When she got comfortable again she began. "I gave Bobby away because as good a guy as he was I didn't have feelings for him. I didn't know what to do with him and like I said earlier, I couldn't just give him to anyone. It just wasn't right. I mean he is a person. He's not an animal."

"Just like Jasmine," he added.

"Yes they both are people who have values and dignity and feelings and all. I gave Jasmine to Mariko because I could see the connection they shared. I did the same with Bobby because I saw it within an hour of Deb first coming here earlier this year. I could see how they looked at one another. They just clicked. They belonged together."

"Did that bother you?"

"Not really. I trusted Bobby and I knew he would never violate his commitment to obey me. He was so good in that way. But I did envy Deb."

"She is quite beautiful. She probably gets that all the time from guys."

"I'm sure she does. The sad thing is she's had some bad stuff happen in her life because she's so beautiful. She doesn't trust men. She doesn't even date them. It wasn't Bobby's reaction that drew my attention. It was her reaction toward him. Malik, I've never seen her respond that way. I mean she just doesn't. That's what I envied. I wish I could have had that animal like reaction toward him too but I never did."

"And so you fixed up your two slaves with better partners. That was really generous of you."

"Are you being serious? I can't tell."

"Of course I am. I think what you did was really commendable. I don't think everyone got that based on what you said but I admire you for letting them go."

"Thank you."

"Are you lonely now?"

"Yes and no. It will be odd to not have them around and they did so much that I loved. I really was treated like a queen and like I said, the best part was training them to think my thoughts and please me."

They both sat quietly for some time.

"But no, I'm not lonely. I need more from a man than just bossing him around. I need to feel a connection. Do you know what I mean?"

He looked at her. She was beautiful. Touching her cheek he answered, "Yes."

"Malik, I want you. I've wanted you ever since we met at Mariko's. When I met you at her front door I felt the same thing Deb did when she saw Bobby. It's a carnal reaction."

He continued to look intently but said nothing. He knew she would say more.

"Do you remember that night Malik?"

"How could I forget it? It was one of the best nights I've ever spent with a woman."

"One of?"

He grinned. "You are a tough one. It ended all too soon or it would have been the best by far."

"I told you how I am. What I expect. How I could never change."

"I remember." His heart pounded more rapidly. He could hardly believe that even as a grown man he still could feel so taken by a woman so much smaller and less powerful than he.

"I haven't changed."

"Neither have I."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I said things too that night. I guess you've forgotten."

"Refresh my memory."

"You told me how you'd always need to be a mistress and that you'd never ever change."

"That's right. I did; and I won't," she paused. "I don't think I could even if I wanted."

"And I said, 'you were speaking my language'."

"Now that you've had time to think about that night, do you still feel the same?"

"Even more so than before. Sharon, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. I had the same kind of carnal reaction you did."

"Mmmm," she cooed. "That is music to my ears. I do want you, but only on my terms."

"May I kiss you, Mistress?"

She extended her arms and he came to her. They remained tangled and intertwined for a long time. Never once did his hands wander. Never once did he undo even one button or snap of her clothing. Instead, he permitted her hands to wander over him, unbutton him and fondle him at her leisure. When their time in passion subsided she pulled away.

"Get undressed. Lay on the floor."

As his clothes fell away so did hers. By the time he lay supine she was slipping out of her panties. His cock had already stiffened. She sat full on his thighs, his long pole rising upward between her legs. She stroked it with both hands while keeping the soft underside pressed against her stomach.

"Tell me what I want to hear," she said. 

As Malik looked into her eyes now he saw a different person, a more beautiful woman, a woman whose touch and passion and control gripped him like none other had. "I want to be your slave, Mistress. I really do. I don't know how to be a slave. I've never been a slave but I know that when I am with you all I ache to do is please. Will you take me? Will you train me? Will you help me to be the best man I can be for you even when it's so hard and I feel like quitting?"

"Do you promise to do your best?"

"Of course."

"Do you promise to obey me always and without question?"

"I'll try."

She smiled. "At least you're being honest. Later, after you've had a taste of this life I'll expect a different answer."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Do you promise to serve only me and never want from another?"

"Yes. That part will be easy."

"I hope so. Will you obey me if I tell you to serve another?"

"Yes."

"Even if it's guy?"

"If that's what it takes to please you, then yes."

"I will push you. I need to push you. I'll need to test you. I'll need to see how far you will go in your obedience."

"OK."

"You will thank me in the end. If I never test you, my slave, then you will never know the extent of your commitment to me." She looked down at his beautiful cock and gave it a hard two-hand squeeze. "This is a relationship. That means it's a give and take interaction. What's different from most is that I will always be the one taking and you will always be the one giving."

"That sounds so nice." He smiled. "I hope I really am enough for you Sharon. I don't want to sit in there a year from now and be given to someone else."

"Me neither. I don't anticipate that day ever coming. I feel something nice - really nice - in here," she pointed to her heart, "when I'm with you."

"Me too."

She looked over his body and then ran her hands over his chest, shoulders and down the sides of his torso. "I'm going to enjoy your cock. I'm going to fuck you but you may not fuck me."

He smiled.

"I mean it. If we are going to live like this we start right now." She looked at his dark muscular body. Want and lust and desire filled her yet she resisted taking him until he understood her parameters. "If you push up into me I will take that as an act of defiance. This cock," she squeezed it with both hands again, "is for me to enjoy and for you to offer me as a means for me to pleasure myself as I wish."

"I understand Mistress. I really do."

"And you may not come. This is about you pleasing me although I know it will feel nice for you too."

The pupils of his eyes dilated even more. "Yes Mistress."

His words landed like soft rose peddles on her. "To be called 'Mistress' was to be adored, worshipped and exalted," she thought. "If you get close tell me. If you come, you will regret it."

He nodded and watched her raise her hips. She barely had enough clearance when she rose up fully on her knees to position his rod over her entrance. He was that big. Slowly she stroked it with her open hand while sinking ever so slightly down on him. Her labia stretched around him and then took him fully inside. She kept her eyes closed. She wanted to focus on what she felt. This indeed was about her. He was so much more to her liking. Not that the other was insignificant but rather this one was more; more of what she needed. She opened her eyes and looked down at the dark brown cock half way inside her white skin. The contrast looked so right; so good. It was a contrast indeed and Sharon thought how the contrasting colors of their skin would someday reflect the differing roles of their relationship. She would take him now as a lover and man who wanted to be a slave. Someday she would take him as her slave and maybe, just maybe she would take him as her slave husband. The thought filled her body with passion and she sank fully on him with a grunt.

Sharon fucked him slow and easy at first. His cock completely filled her vagina and with every drop of her body she could feel his head poking at her cervix. It was mostly an oddly feeling and one she had never before felt. Never had a cock this thick and long entered her. She smiled knowing that even in this way he was unique and uniquely hers. With each probe of his manhood against her cervix she thought of how it had a mind of its own. It was as if it wanted to enter an even more intimate inner sanctuary; one in which she denied him with each tempting thrust of her body falling on him. It was the way she wanted to live: telling him no, making him do what she wanted, forcing him to obey even when it hurt. 

Her pace quickened and soon she came hard, arching her body and impaling her cunt as far on him as possible. "Oh slave!! Oh you feel so good."

She fell fully on him, his cock still inside. Wrapping her arms around his body she kissed him. To take a man in this way felt so good. She didn't know why but 'he' came to mind. It was only for an instant and maybe it had to happen. "Goodbye Bobby. Take good care of her," she thought before pushing the thought of him forever aside and kissing her black sexy slave once more.

"Mmmmm," she heard him moan as her muscular vaginal muscles milked his cock."I'm going to have a lot of fun training and loving this one," she said to herself. She pressed her tongue inside his mouth and began to explore and enjoy him until long into the night.