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The Blue Life Ch. 01

By: GrantLeeStone



My father had just gotten home from work. There was a regular routine to his life, that generally made everyone's lives in our house regular and routine. That had changed recently, pretty drastically for Mom and me. And it was time to let my father know about those changes and what they would mean to him. "Dad, I need you to sit down."

"Robert, what is it? I don't smell dinner. And we should be eating in just 12 minutes." That's how routine our lives had become. Dad had things planned out to the minute.

"Dad, can I get you a drink? I might have a beer. You might want something stronger. A whiskey, neat?" 

"I don't drink before dinner. And since when do you drink in this house, Bobby?"

"Since I turned 21, last April. And since I buy my own beer."

"Well, I don't think that's proper. And I won't have my son getting drunk in my house."

"Yeah, Dad. But there are a lot of things going on that you might not think are proper. And I'm not going to get drunk."

Dad started to stand. "I don't think-", he started. I put a hand to his shoulder and didn't let him get up. My father is pretty skinny and not nearly as tall as me. He isn't exactly frail. He runs. But he's got a lithe body, no bulk. I am at least five inches taller and had bulked up for sports in high school. I am 6'1" tall and weigh 220 pounds. And I must outweigh my father by at least 60 or 70 pounds.

"Sit down, Andrew. I'm serious. This is a serious talk. I'm out to save your marriage!"

My father sputtered. "My marriage? There's nothing wrong with your mother and I! Our marriage is as strong as it was 22 years ago, when we got married!"

"Shut up, Andrew. And stop lying to yourself. You and Mom haven't been happy for years."

"That's not your place to judge, Bobby!"

"Yes, it is my place, Dad. And I will tell you why."

My father looked incredulous. He reached for his tie. But instead of loosening it, he actually tightened the knot and straightened it. He looked at me with eyes of confusion and anger. "Go on," he said.

"Dad, when is the last time Mom sucked your cock?"

"Is your mother in the house? You can't talk about her like that!"

"She is, but she won't bother us. She won't come in the room until I tell her."

"You can't talk about your mother like that!"

"I can. I have. And I will, Andrew. When was the last time Mom sucked your cock?"

"I really can't say. I can't remember. A lady should not have to do those nasty things."

"OK, Dad. I will tell you. The last time Marjorie, my Mother tasted your cock was when you were dating. She didn't really know what she was doing. But she was eager to please you. She kissed your dick and you jumped back like you had been shocked."

"I don't remember."

"I bet you do. You said that stuff like that was just for...just for...she told me the phrase. Femmy guys, something like that."

"Femme Boys and Whores. That's what I said. And I meant it. I love your mother too much to degrade her like that!"

"Ah, geez, Dad. That's your problem. That's Mom's problem too! You're a dead fish in the sack."

"That's between your mother and me!"

"Not anymore." 

"Wha-wha-wha-I- I can't believe she would tell you something like that." 

I walked over to the mini-bar and poured a double scotch. "Do you want me to add water, Dad?"

"No. Just like that is fine." And I handed my father his drink. 

"Dad, you've never eaten Mom's pussy!"

"I wouldn't want her to think I wanted to treat her that way. I love her too much to ask her to do those naughty things."

"So you've thought about it?"

Dad took a sip of his scotch and looked down. Sheepishly he whispered, "Maybe."

"Dad, would it surprise you to know that Mom has secretly wanted to do all those nasty things and more for years? She's tried to bring it up with you. But you keep shutting her out. Closing her off. And so she went looking for fulfillment other places. Mom wants to be a slut, a real whore in the bedroom. She needs to be a Fuck-Toy!"

"Bobby! I insist. You just can't talk to about your mother like that!"

"Dad, while you have been gone on fishing trips with Uncle Nick, and traveling for business, and focusing too much attention on your Accounting Agency, Mom has been searching for a real Man to sexually dominate her, satisfy her, and make her do all the nasty things she's always dreamed about but was too shy and repressed to get you to do. Mom is a natural Submissive."

"I know." My Dad's eyes were closed. "We're so much alike, I guess."

"So Marjorie went online and found herself a Master, a Dom. Someone who could reveal what she really is and open her up to a new world of pleasure and fulfillment."

"Your mother has been cheating on me? And I'm replaced? Is that it? She wants a divorce?"

"Shut up, Andrew!" I snapped at my father. His eyes flew open, and he looked at me, hurt and angry. "Mom loves you. She never meant to hurt you. But she couldn't go on living with a hole in her life. So she found herself a Master, a Dominant, her Dom." 

"And now she wants me out."

"Nobody said that, Dad. Mom loves you. And I love you.You're just very hard to deal with sometimes." 

"I need to hear this from your mother." 

"You can see her, but she's not going to speak until we've hashed this out, Dad." I sighed, "And hopefully, I've saved your marriage."

My father took a big sip of his drink, and I called for my mother. "Blue! I know you've been listening. You can come in here!"

My mother entered. She looked younger than her 43 years. She could easily pass for a woman in her early thirties, especially since she lost about 15 pounds recently and toned up with Pilates. She had been working out more over the past three months. She had a ball gag on a rod in her mouth. It was strapped behind her head, and her ruby red lipstick was the same shade as the ball. I thought that was a very nice touch, She was wearing a black bra and panties set. The bra was a sheer lace, and cupped her pert 36 C cup sized breasts. The panties were a boy-cut but cupped her high, taut ass cheeks. She tottered in on four inch, red, strappy stiletto heels, with an inch platform at the toe. The shoes screamed, "FUCK ME!" But you could tell my mother needed more practice walking in them. My father's eyes went wide and his pupils dilated. I could tell he was both shocked and excited. "Oh my God," he whispered to himself. 

I smiled. But my eyes narrowed. "Blue? I told you, just the shoes and the gag! You were told to be naked."

My mother chin touched her chest. She looked up at me. And hummed an "I'm sorry" into her ball gag. You couldn't understand the words. But that's what her inflection carried.

"No sorrys, Slut! Fetch the flogger and clips! And come back in here on your hands and knees, Blue! Oh, and you had better not forget the lube."

My father's face went pale. He downed the last of his scotch with one gulp and his voice cracked. "You really can't talk to your mother like that."

"I'll talk to my fuck-toy however I want." My father exhaled and choked, as if he'd been hit in the chest. "That's right. I said that Mom went shopping for a Master. She started cruising Bondage and Discipline Chat Rooms online. It's her secret fantasy. Well, I guess it's not a secret anymore. Anyway, I made sure she found me. I arranged it that way."

My dad muttered, "I can't believe it." He was shaking his head, like he didn't quite get the concept, when my mother crawled back into the room. I'm She had a flat, black leather paddle in one hand, and a pair of brass nipple clips connected with a chain and a tube of Joy Lube in the other. Mom stopped at my feet, not even looking at my father.

"Blue...," I began.

"Why do you keep calling her, Blue. You should call her, Mom or Mother or Marjorie."

"Don't interrupt, Andrew. Blue is her slut-name, her submissive name. Mom knows that when I address her as Blue, I mean business, and that I'm taking on the role of her Master. It's less confusing that way. And that way I can command her in Public without calling her slut or fuck-pony in front of strangers or her friends." I casually stroked her auburn hair, and her head moved into my palm like a kitten. 

"Marjorie, is this true?" My father shifted on the couch and loosened his tie.

I grabbed a handful of Mom's hair and forced her gaze to meet mine. "Blue, you only speak when spoken to, and until I tell you, you only answer me. Understood?" Her eyes got wider. And she nodded. I unbuckled the ball gag from the back of her head. Mom licked her lips. "Blue," I began, "what were your instructions for today?"

"Sir. You instructed me to go to Pilates. Then come home and work on my kegel exercises with the bar."

"Did you cum?"

"No, sir. I'm not allowed to cum unless you tell me or give me permission. I did work my pussy and my...my...my backdoor, Sir."

"Your what?"

Mom coughed and bit her lip. "My booty, my asshole, Sir. I stretched it like you asked. And I wore the plug, Sir. The black rubber, Number Three. I think I'm ready to go larger, Sir." 

"Good girl. But I also told you to put on the gag and be ready to enter the room and kneel at my feet in the nude. Why didn't you do that?"

"Please forgive this fuck-slut, Sir. It's just that...well, I...I didn't know your father, Andrew would be home. I didn't know this would be the night. And I did that other thing you told me. And...well, I didn't know how I looked, I was feeling shy and ashamed."

"You're ashamed of your Master?"

"Never, Sir. It's just that...I shaved my pussy for you, like you instructed, and I wasn't sure how it looked."

"Let's find out. Blue, stand up!" My mother stood, using the end of the couch for balance. She had not gotten the hang of her "Fuck Me Pumps" yet. I took the things in my mother's hands and set them on the end table, except the flogger, the paddle. I held onto that. I continued, "Blue, get up on the on the coffee table in front of your husband. And clasp your hands behind your back." She obeyed me without hesitation. I held out my hand to steady her, so she wouldn't fall off her shoes and the table. "Stand up straighter! Stick out your tits like you're proud of them, Slut! Arch your back, Blue."

My father swallowed hard, even though he had set his glass down on the end table. "Well, Andrew? What do you think of my fuck-toy?"

"Marjorie..." He stood up in front of her.

"Call her, Blue, Andrew. You don't want to confuse her. It pulls her head out of sub-space. Do you think she's beautiful?"

"Blue...you're magnificent." A smile crept to the corners of my mother's mouth.

"What do you think of her tits?" I undid the clasp at the front of the bra and Blue's tits sprang free.

My father stammered. "I...I...I don't know what to say."

"They're a fucking work of ART, Dad! Those of some of the greatest tits in the whole fucking world! Look at those long, tight nipples. Blue is obviously excited to be on display for you. Those are killer toys, a sculptor couldn't do better, Dad! When was the last time you saw Mom's naked tits with the lights on?"

"I...I...honestly can't remember."

"That's the problem. Mom can't remember either." I slapped mom's tit with the fingers of my right hand. The slap made a sharp sound and left a red mark that quickly started to fade. The spank made her tits bounce together and apart. It was beautiful. My father grasped at my mothers breast and started to rub where I had slapped. My mother moaned. "You can't do that?" My father said, but the words came out like a question, not a statement.

"Andrew, I can do whatever the fuck I want with Blue. She's my fuck-toy, and she lives for my pleasure. Blue? Who owns your titties?"

My mother giggled. We had played this game before. "You do, Sir."

"Who owns your pussy?" 

"You do, Master."

"Who owns those beautiful, cock-sucking lips, slut?"

"So far, only you, Sir."

"And who owns your pretty little asshole, Blue?"

My mother swallowed. "You do, Sir. But you haven't taken me there yet." 

"I have tongued you there, many times."

My mother purred. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

My father was caressing my mother's breasts like he was afraid they were going to break. He had a glazed, almost hypnotized look on his face. 

"You love her titties, don't you, Andrew?"

"Marj-I mean, Blue, they're so perfect. My mouth is dry."

"Suck on her tits, Andrew. You know you want to."

My father shook his head and licked his lips. "I can't. Not in front of you." He looked at me. "Not with the lights on. It's dirty."

I slapped my father upside the back of his head. "Are you an idiot? Don't answer that. You have the most gorgeous wife in the quad states. She is the most wanton slut you can imagine. And you won't even suck her tits with the lights on! Watch and learn." I leaned down and took my mother's left nipple in my mouth. I sucked until the whole aureole was circled with my lips. Then I flicked across the hard nipple with my tongue, as her breast was still suctioned into my mouth. She groaned. I turned to my father. "Don't just stand there looking like a fool. She has two tits. Work on the other one!"

My father looked at my mother and said, "Mommy, is it all right?"

My mother looked from me to my father and then back to me. She asked, "Can I answer him, Master?"

I nodded. "Go ahead, Blue." 

She looked at my father and in a different sort of voice said, "I need you to, Baby Boy. I need you to suckle Mommy's breasts. Just like in the dark." 

My father started kissing and sucking on my mother's tits like a man possessed. And suddenly, a light went on inside my head. I realized something about my father that I hadn't considered. Baby Boy was even more submissive than Blue.

I encouraged him. "That's right, Baby Boy. Suck your Mommy's tits. She loves it. Now, bite her nipples! Pull them with your teeth. That's right, Baby Boy." Just a bit of encouragement was all he seemed to need. "Now...Stop!" I pulled my father's head off my mother's breast by his hair. He looked at me, not with anger or fear, but with an expression of expectation and anticipation, like, "What's next?"

"Thank your Mommy, Baby Boy!"

"Thank you for letting me suck on your beautiful breastes, Mommy." He actually said, "Breastes," like a little boy who doesn't know how to make the word a plural.

"Blue, you can touch his face and respond." The bra dropped to the floor behind her as my mother reached around and caressed my father's face in her hands.

"You're welcome, Baby Boy. I love you. That was wonderful. Mommy nearly came, having her two men sucking and licking her." Then she looked up at me. "But I held off, Sir. I know not to cum without your permission." I reached for the brass nipple clips on a chain. I handed the chain to my father. "Put these on Blue's nipples, Baby Boy."

My father looked to my mother. And I nodded to her. She said, "Listen to the Master of the House, Baby Boy. I need you to do this for Mommy." And he clumsily attached the clips to the tips, the very ends of her nipples. It was all wrong. "Not like that," I said, as I as I adjusted the left one, so that it clipped about a quarter inch down from the face of the nipple. "And then adjust the tension with this screw until you hear the slut gasp or moan a little." My father obeyed right away. "Now, ease down her panties. Don't make me wait. I'm not asking." My father gingerly took the waistband at my the hips of my mother's black panties in his fingertips. It was as if he was afraid she might break, or that his fingers might burn. But he kept his eyes fixated on her crotch. Slowly her bald pussy was revealed. Her clit was already distended, betraying her arousal. And her labia had the sheen of her excitement. And her pussy was completely hairless, clean shaven. The familiar scent of her excitement was in the air.  

My dad began, "Oh, Marjor-", but I cut him off. "You look delicious, Blue. My Honey Orchid. Spread your legs wider. Yes. See that? The petals of your cunt-flower blossom. I can smell the aroma of your sex. Kiss her pussy, Dad."

My dad stepped back and shook his head. "I can't!" Then he sat back on the couch with, "I don't know how."

"What the Hell? I would love to say, 'Watch and learn,' again. But first Blue must be punished." I offered my mother a hand. "Step down, Blue, and kneel between your Baby Boy's legs."

My mother grinned and replied, "Yes, Master," and sank to her knees in front of my father.

My father said, "Yes, Sir," as if in a fog.

"Put your head in his lap, Blue." And she did.

"My Baby Boy is very hard, Sir."

"Baby Boy, are you excited?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir."

"Blue, raise your ass in the air. Why are you being disciplined?"

My mother grabbed my father's thighs, bracing herself. "I disobeyed you, Sir. You instructed me to be naked. But, I was ashamed."

"Five swats for disobeying. And two more for your shame."

"Thank you, Master."

"You're not going to spank your mother with that, that thing!"

"I am. And you can count, Baby Boy." I swung the paddle. SLAP! It made a bright sound, and left a pink stripe on my mother's left ass cheek. My mother yelped, but followed quickly with, "Thank you, Master." SLAP! This time her right cheek. "Thank you, Sir."

I paused. "How many was that, Andrew?"

"Two...uh...Sir?"

"You don't sound sure of yourself. You need to count aloud to be sure, Andrew. Let's start again."

He began to protest and stand up. "That's not fair-" But my mother held him down. "It doesn't have to be fair. It's a gift. But I need you to count for Mommy, Baby Boy. Please?"

SLAP! I brought the paddle down harder. It made a louder sound. But I brought it down evenly across both cheeks in the fleshier part of mom's ass. It sounded impressive, but it would sting less than the first couple of swats. "Andrew?", I prompted. "That's one, Sir!" He replied. "Thank you, Baby Boy. Thank you, Master." SLAP! "Two, Sir!" "Thank you, Baby. Thank you, Sir!"

As I administered the discipline, I noticed my mother using the spanking as an excuse to nuzzle my father's erection.

SLAP! "Seven, Sir! That's seven. We're done."

"Thank you for counting, Baby Boy, but Master decides when we're done. Thank you, Master. Your gift has taught me."

I smoothed my hand over her ass. Just the soft caresses short circuited the pain messages. I was also making sure that I had caught her with the flat of the paddle each time, that I hadn't bruised or cut her. I slid my hand down the valley of her ass, and between her legs. Two fingers dipped into her cunt. She was soaked. Incredibly turned on. Very wet. Very ready. Part of me wanted to just pull out my cock and fuck her doggy style. Show my dad who was Top Dog, the Alpha Male. But this wasn't about me. This was about my Dad and Mom. 

"You're very excited, Blue."

"I am, Master. It's thrilling to be naked with the two men I love most. It's a joy not to have to hide anymore."

"And is your Baby Boy still excited?"

My mother purred deep in her chest. It is an incredibly sexy sound. "Mmm, yes. See? There's a big wet stain growing on the front of his tan trousers."

"Is this true, Baby Boy?" I asked my dad. 

"Um...yes, Sir."

"Then, you had better take your cock out so we can see it."

"I - I - I - can't do that, Sir."

"Sure you can, Andrew." I undid the button of my jeans and unzipped my fly. I wasn't wearing underwear, so my six and a half inches sprang free. The circumcised head was an engorged, dusky, purple-rose mushroom. My mother groaned and tried to surreptitiously stroke her pussy. My father's eyes widened, and he licked his lips. "Take out your cock, Baby Boy."

My father shook his head. "Undo his belt, Blue." She did and pulled it free of his pants. "Open up his trousers and pull them down to his knees, Slut." She did. My father was wearing tighty whiteys. They were tenting and had a large pre-cum stain on them. My mother ran her hand over the bulge and purred. My father shifted, pressed himself back into the back of the couch. "Take out your cock, Baby Boy." Dad's hands grabbed the back of the couch, and his knuckles whitened. "I'm not asking, I'm telling here. Show us...your...cock, Worm!"


The Blue Life Ch. 02: Blowing Blue's Mind



My mother had been begging me to fuck her ass for weeks, maybe months now. But I had put it off. First, I was an anal virgin. I had no experience with anal sex (pitching or catching. Oh, I had seen some scenes in porn movies, and read a few passages in erotic novels, and some Sex Manuals I enjoyed boning up on while masturbating as a teen. So, I was uneasy to show my lack of experience, my own naivete, in front of my submissive. I felt like that might make me seem less masterful and dominant.

You see, a few weeks before my twenty-first birthday, I had I taken my mother as my sexual submissive. I didn't have any real experience with bondage and discipline or Dominance and submission. But I had discovered that was a major fantasy for my mother, and through anonymously corresponding with her online, that became a deep fantasy for me too. And because I feared my mother might seek out someone else to dominate her online, and because I came to want that Dom to be me, over a period of many weeks, I slowly seduced, challenged, and began training my mother to be my sexual submissive, first online, then by phone, and finally face-to-face. When she finally "met" me, she was both shocked that her Dom was her son, but also relieved that she had not become the sexual submissive of some random stranger. 

Actually, some time during our correspondence, I think Mom actually started to suspect that she was flirting and corresponding with her son, and in many real ways, she probably began training me to be her Dominant! My mother is very bright, insightful, and has a devious side. 

Mom is 43 and gorgeous. She used to dress too conservatively, too matronly. But since becoming my sub, she's toned up her body, and has been acquiring a new wardrobe. She got a very sexy, retro, Bettie Page style hairstyle for her auburn hair. She's a stunner. She's tall and lean, with long legs capped by a perfect, bubble-butt, recently shaped and lifted by months of Pilates and aerobics workouts.

So, I had told my sub, my mother, that I was saving fucking her ass for something special, some very special occasion. But I didn't know what that was. I didn't realize that the special occasion would be the night we revealed our Dom/sub relationship and torrid sexual affair to my father. I didn't realize that I would also end up being my father's Sexual Dominant. 

But, it was on this night, Dad had also revealed that he had been having a very one-sided, abusive, sexual affair with my Uncle Nick for decades. And from what I understand, Nick has my Dad convinced that sex is dirty, and not in a good way. Nick has been stealing his pleasure from my father for decades, giving nothing in return. And he has managed to leave my Dad a broken, hollow, and sexually insecure man. If I think about it too much, it makes me want to cry or possibly want to kill my Uncle. I can't say that I have come down to actively plotting his murder. That is an admission that might later be used against me. But differing scenarios that end with my Uncle crushed, humiliated and/or painfully dead sometimes flit through my head. Dark imaginings. 

Anyway, so I had told my sub (my mother) that I was saving her ass for something very special. And we began anal training with a series of consecutively larger butt plugs. And I would sometimes use toys like anal-beads or dildos on my sub's ass. I would also eat her ass. I was training her to feel pleasure from having her back door filled and pleased. She had learned to cum, and cum hard having her ass played with and filled. And she claimed that an anal orgasm had a very different, and very intense quality to it. She began to love ass-play. And she started asking me more and more about when she might be ready (really, when I might be ready) to fuck her ass.

So, Blue (and that's how I refer to my mother, Marjorie, when she is acting as my submissive) was very eager for me to fuck her ass. She was more ready than I was. Neither of us realized, that at least for her first time ass-fucking, the something special we had both been waiting for would be my father!

That night, we revealed our affair and our relationship, my mother had given my father oral sex for the first time in his life! He had cum in her mouth. It was a pleasure that he never felt worthy to receive, so he never felt worthy to ask for it. My father was sexually repressed beyond the point of being depressed. And he is beyond submissive and sometimes just too passive. 

But, my mother and I have taken the responsibility of being Dad's sexual dominants, and teaching him, and coaching him, that as our submissive, there is no pleasure he should not be eager to receive or give with gratitude and humility for his Master or Mommy/Mistress. Because he is worthy and very much loved. 

But that first night, I also wanted to make it clear to my father who is the Master of the House now. And I needed to reward Blue for bravely revealing our relationship, and for bravely shaving her perfect, pink, pussy bare for the first time, as a symbol of her submission and service.

So, I thought I should fuck my mother in front of my father. I sat on the edge of a stool. I kissed my mother, and had her turn around and mount me, taking me from behind, sitting back on the length of my cock, easing my stiffness into the tight, velvety grip of her perfect cunt. We had discovered that the stools from our small bar are a perfect height for this position. This also gave my father an unobstructed view of his son's cock plunging, invading, and claiming his wife's slick pussy as my own. I had to see how my father would react to the very concrete fact that I had been fucking his wife for months, because I had no plans to ever give up that privilege. I needed Dad to see that Mom loved fucking me, came hard fucking me, and begged for more.

I had to be sure Dad knew that I was Master of the House. I had fully claimed mother as my submissive, and would take my sexual pleasure from her wherever and whenever I chose.

My father surprised me. I had assumed that he was uptight, conservative, and would probably be angry or upset. My father is in many ways dysfunctionally repressed. But, he wasn't angry or upset at all! Instead, he knelt in front of us, shocked. I guess he was in stunned disbelief. Because he found the sight of his naked, gorgeous, sexy wife pleasing his son to be quite thrilling. He was awestruck and fascinated. 

"Mommy? Is he too big? Does it hurt?" He asked.

"No, Baby Boy. Your son's cock feels perfect in my cunt. He's stretching me. It feels wonderful."

"Master? Is she too tight? What does it feel like sitting and fucking? Your cock is so big. Could I-" My father was filled with questions and I was too busy joyfully fucking my mother, his wife to want to answer them. 

"Red," I instructed my father, Andrew, using his sub name, "suck my balls, and lick up the length of my shaft, and along the length of my fuck-toy's slit. Finish, by licking and sucking your Mommy's clit." 

My father looked at me blankly and blinked.

"Your response is some form of, 'Yes, Sir,' or, 'Yes, Master.' And then you do it. No questions. You crawl and begin to please your Master and Mistress."

My father's eyes went wide, imagining the possibilities. But he smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes, Sir." He began crawling toward us.

I'm not out to break my father. I'm not out to cuckold or just humiliate him. But I want to challenge Dad's limits, and open him up for new pleasures. 

My father actually didn't have to be told twice. He took my balls in his mouth and began licking and sucking. His enthusiasm was infectious. He worked his way up, licking up my shaft to his wife's clit, and my mother quickly began responding. Moaning. Writhing. Her husband had never eaten her pussy in their 22 years of marriage. But here, he crawled on his hands knees to his new Master and Mistress. And here, for the first time ever, was giving his wife cunnilingus, while his son's cock was simultaneously filling and stretching her hungry cunt! My Dad had been thrown into the deep end of the sexual swimming pool. Sink or swim, Dad! And I have to admit, my Dad's mouth and tongue on my cock and balls while I fucked Mom felt incredibly nasty, loving, and amazing!

I gave Blue permission to cum. And Blue started cumming and cumming. Her body shook. And her pussy clamped down on my shaft. I considered letting my passion rise so I would cum with her, but I decided to enjoy my sub's orgasm fully. This was her moment. 

Blue cried out, "Thank you, Master. Oh god! My clit! Andrew, Baby Boy, you're eating Mommy so good! Gah! Cumming! Fuuuh! Don't stop! Master, so deep! Cumming! No! No! Too much! Baby Boy! So sensitive! Don't! Stop!"

My father looked up at me with and expression of, "Am I doing this right, should I stop?"

Over my mom's shoulder, I smiled, nodded, and mouthed the word, "More."

My father went back to mercilessly flicking his tonguing his wife's clit. He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips to fully expose the button.

"Eiiyyeee!" My mother screamed out incoherently! "C-c-cumming! Oh fuck! Too much! Master! Baby Boy! Oh Jesus! I'm going to pass out!"

My right arm wrapped around my mother's waist to steady her, and hug her tight. My left hand reached down and gently pushed Red's head away from Blue's pussy. I stroked his face and he kissed my fingers.

I saw how stiff, erect, and fully recharged my father's cock had become by pleasing his Master and Mistress. "I've got an idea," I stated. "Dad, help Mom ease off my cock. Don't let her fall or pass out."

My father stood at his wife's side. He put his arms around her waist and she put her arm across his shoulders. And she slowly eased off of my throbbing six and a half inches. 

Dad kissed Mom's cheek and whispered, "Did I do bad or good, Mommy?" He honestly didn't know.

"You did perfect, Baby Boy. That was a beautiful, special kiss you gave me, Sweetie. Thank you." My father beamed.

I grabbed a small zebra-striped throw pillow from the couch. I lay down on my back on the shag carpet and put the pillow behind my head. "Blue, I want you to mount me, face to face. I know your pussy is sensitive. We'll go slow. Red, you help her down and then line up my cock and guide your Mommy onto my cock."

I heard a, "Yes, Master."

My mother closed her eyes and bit her lip as she slid down the length of my shaft. She was angelically smiling. We shared a deep soulful kiss, as she once again deliciously impaled herself fully on my thick, hard cock. 

She groaned, "Oh god! Your cock fills me up, so deep!"

My father stood naked, stroking his cock, blissfully watching. 

I kissed my mother and said, "You have not begun to feel full yet, Blue." I looked at my father and said, "Are you ready to fuck, Red?" I used his submissive name. He needed to get used to it. 

"Yes. Yes, Sir."

"Are you ready to fuck your wife with the lights on, Red?"

"I think so, Sir. Do I get a turn now?"

I looked up at him. "No. You don't get a turn, Red. I haven't cum in this slut yet and her cunt is squeezing my cock so tight. Mmm, just right."

My mother paused in her humping. She bit her lip and uncertainly whispered, "Please, don't tease your father, Master."

I kissed my mother, playfully. "I said that I would blow your mind, Blue."

My mother smiled and resumed fucking me, "You already have, too many times to count."

"Worm? Is your cock hard?"

"Sir, yes, Sir!" Dad barked out the response like he was doing military training.

"Because I want to see how hard you can fuck this slut of ours. Are you ready?"

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Then get the tube of lube, Red. Lube up your cock. And then fuck this slut's ass for me!"

My father eyes went wide. He was both scared and eager. "Sir! Yes! Sir!"

My mother gasped. "Master," she whispered, "I thought you would be the first to...to...to take my ass, Sir."

I kissed my sub. "I will have that pleasure soon, Blue. But I want to reward Red for making you cum so well and for giving me the honor of being his Dom." I looked at my father, "Red? You are the one here experienced with anal sex."

"I've only been fucked, Sir. I've never...never...well..."

I cut him off. "You know better than anyone how to ready your Mistress to make this as pleasurable as possible for her. That's your responsibility, Red. I want you to show your Mommy how much you love her and want to please her by fucking her ass. Now!"

My father knelt between our legs. He spread the cheeks of my mother's ass. Then he leaned forward and started licking her there. Tossing her salad. Giving her a full on rim job.

"Oh God! Master! He's eating my ass! My husband's probing my butt-hole with his tongue. Twenty years, I couldn't get him to even think about going down on me. And now, he's eating my ass? So good! Baby Boy! Don't stop! You're eating Mommy's ass so good!"

"Does it feel good, Mommy?" They were using their D/s pet names for each other.

"Yes! Don't stop, Baby Boy! Keep going. Eiyee! He-he popped his thumb in my ass! Master? Can you feel that? Your father has his thumb in your mother's asshole, Bobby!"

I slowly drew my cock out, so just the tip of the head remained inside, and then I pressed it back into my mother's quivering cunt. I wasn't sure, but I imagined I could feel the ridge of my father's thumb in her ass running along the length of my cock.

My father brought up his other hand. "Relax as much as you can, Marjorie. Good. That's good, Mommy."

"Master, he's opening me. Jesus! He just spit into my gaping asshole. Fuck! Baby Boy, when did you get so fucking nasty!" My mother laughed.

My father generously worked lube around, onto and into his wife's ass. "I just want you to be good and slick, Blue, nice and ready for my...for...well..." My father's face began to turn beet red.

"Say it, Baby Boy! Tell me what you're going to do to your Mommy's ass," Blue demanded. 

"I'm going to FUCK your ass, Mommy!" My father knelt behind my mother and placed his cock-head at her sphincter. "Relax. Push out with your muscles, almost like you're going to poop, Marjorie. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't care if it hurts. I want to be split open by my two men! I want you in my ass! Fuck it! Fuck me! Baby Boy! FUUUUUHHHHCK!" And with that my father popped the head of his cock into my mother's tight, lubed ass. A look of pained ecstasy washed over my mother's face as my father pressed himself deeper inside.

"I'm inside you, Mommy!"

"Oh, God! That didn't hurt at all, Baby Boy. You feel so good! You're making me so full!" My mother cried out. 

"Go balls deep, Worm!" I demanded. "I want you all the way inside."

"Gah! Gah!" My mother gasped. "I've never been so filled! Both of my men are so deep. SO fucking deep! I love you both so much!"

"Now hold perfectly still, Red" I slid my cock back until just the head was inside my mother's vaginal walls. Then I slowly eased myself all the way back inside. "Feel that, Red?" I asked my father.

"Yes, Sir! I can feel your cock sliding along the length of mine, deep inside Mommy! That is so perfect!"

"Yes. Now we take turns. Now it's your turn, Red. Pull back, and press in." I pushed my cock into the hilt, and held my mother's hips, so I stayed balls-deep. My father slid his cock almost all the way back out, until just the head of his cock was ringed by Blue's sphincter. Then he slammed it back, deep in her ass, and held it there. We started to build a rhythm, first trading thrusts, then thrusting together.

Blue began to babble almost incoherently, speaking in tongues, cumming. "My ass, my pussy. My cunt! Last night, I couldn't get my husband to fuck me with lights on. Tonight he is taking my ass! Double-fucking me with our son! Oh my ass is on fire! My asshole is cumming. Unnngh! My cunt is cumming too! Oh fuck! I never-I never-oh, fuck!"

I came. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I flooded my Mom's cunt with my seed. "Thank you, Blue," I gasped, "Thank you, Red! Cum now. I want you to cum too, Red, While my cock is still hard. Cum in your Mommy's ass. You felt me cumming. Now it's your turn. Cum!"

My father came, emptying his balls into my mother's backside. I could feel his cock, quiver, pump, and pulse along the length of mine as he shot jet after jet of his jism, deep into his wife's ass. Blue collapsed onto my chest, spent. She was kissing my neck. Red also collapsed on top of her. And the two of them together suddenly became uncomfortably heavy.

I laughed, coughed, and sputtered. "Alright, you two. Time to roll off, before you crush your Master."

My mother laughed, "I'm sorry, Darling." 

My father looked worried, "Sorry, Sir."

I stood in front of them. Blue and Red were on their knees looking up with tired expressions of devotion and anticipation. "Red," I said to my father, "there is a ritual subs are expected to perform after sex, and that is clean-up." My mother crawled forward and began reverently licking my cock and balls clean of our combined juices. 

My father's eyes half closed, almost dreamily. "Am I supposed to help?"

My mother was just finishing up her task. "Not this time, Red," I said, "But probably next time. The point is, this is a task good subs look forward to performing."

"Yes, Sir."

"Blue?" I looked at my mother.

She looked up at me, confused. "Yes, Master?"

"Don't you have something to tell your sub?" I looked at my father.

A light dawned in my mother's eyes. "Baby Boy, get on you back and clean your Mommy. I want you to suck every bit of spunk out of my pussy and ass! And you had better do a good job!"

My father passionately and enthusiastically kissed my mother. "Yes, Mommy!" Then he added the corny line, "Your wish is my command." It would have sounded hackneyed, but he said it with such simple sincerity, it made my mother blush and smile. Dad got on his back and Mom straddled his face. And he began cleaning his Mistress.

I kissed Blue deeply. "OK, you two, I'm going to go study, and then hit the sack."

Red paused and from underneath my mother he said, "Do you want to sleep with us, Sir? In our bed?"

I was touched by the offer. "No, Baby Boy. Maybe some other night. Tonight, your marriage bed will be exclusively yours. But..." I made some quick decisions, "you both will sleep naked tonight. No pajamas, no lingerie, no dressing gowns, no panties, no underwear. And you will keep a light on in your bedroom all night. I don't care if that's candles or a night light, but I want you to be able to see each other all night long."

My father protested, "But, Sir, Mommy is too beautiful. She's too sexy!"

I laughed, "And you see something wrong with that, Red?"

"With the light on, I won't get any sleep. I'm afraid I will be too excited and will want to touch and maybe fuck her all night long."

He whispered the word, "fuck," like it was some terrible secret. 

I shook my head, "Blue, do you have a problem with that?

My mother was grinning from ear to ear. "No, Sir. Not one bit."

"Blue, tonight you have my permission to have as many orgasms as you desire from your sub. He is yours to command for your pleasure."

Tears were in my mother's eyes. I had given her a gift she had not expected. "Thank you, Master."

"Red, you live for your Mistress' pleasure. You will fuck her as often as you can get it up and as often as she desires. If you refuse her, you will be sternly reprimanded by me."

"Thank you, Master. I understand, " Red said. "But I'm just afraid that I will be a wreck for work tomorrow."

I smiled. "That is entirely up to your Mommy, Baby Boy. You'll either be a wreck for work, or she may have you call in sick to please her all day tomorrow as well. You are the submissive, and you live for our pleasure."

"I understand, Sir. And it's my pleasure too. So, thank you."




The Blue Life Ch. 02: Blowing Blue's Mind



I was touched. "I know this is weird. But I love you, Dad. We both love you. This will work out."

"Thank you, Master. I love you too. But I have a job to do." And with that, he went back to eagerly sucking the cum out of his wife's pussy and ass.

I kissed Blue again. "I love you, Mom."

My mother whispered, "I'm so in love with you, Bobby. Thank you, Master."

It was the first time my mother had said she was IN love with me. And she used my name. It made my heart skip. "You're welcome, Marjorie. You can debrief me in the morning. Not everything will change. I still expect to have you wake me with my cock in your mouth, slut."

My mother smiled and nodded. "Yes, Sir. I will. Thank you. I've never been happier."

I kissed her forehead and turned to go up to bed. "Blue?" I called over my shoulder, "Was your mind blown?"

She laughed out loud. "Yes, Master!"



The Blue Life Ch. 03: Foxxy Redd



It's all pretty twisted. It's certainly incestuous. It can also get wildly kinky and very erotic. And I'm loving it! But I think it all came from some very innocent motives. But, of course, I think my motives are innocent. Because, well, they're mine. So I'm hardly objective.

I had realized Mom had been unhappy with her marriage for a long time. She felt neglected and unfulfilled. She started hanging out in Online Chat Rooms, talking about her sexual fantasies. But Mom doesn't know much about computers. It wasn't hard for me to figure out which Chats she was hanging out in online. Mom didn't even know about browser histories. So, I created some pseudonym personas, some sock puppets, fake names, and I followed my Mom into some of those chats. 

You see, I had been afraid that Mom was looking for someone to cheat on Dad with. And maybe she was. But more, she was just lonely, frustrated and horny, and curious about exploring her sexual fantasies. I started anonymously corresponding with her. We chatted, first in the Public Rooms, then via Instant Messages and email, and then later VOIP, Internet Voice Chats. I thought that by keeping her occupied and out of the Public Chats, I could guide her back toward sharing more of her fantasies with Dad, and put a spark back into their marriage. 

But a strange thing happened. Many of Mom's fantasies involved giving in to her submissive nature. She wanted to be sexually wild, but she needed the guidance of a stronger dominant in her life to unlock her inner slut. I started fantasizing about being that Dominant Man. The fantasies we shared together online became my fantasies too. I realized that I wasn't just keeping my mother away from other strange men online. I was keeping her for myself. We were fantasizing together, sometimes simultaneously masturbating. It was so erotic. I became obsessed with the idea of taking my mother for myself. Taking her. Fucking her. Having her service and worship my cock. Having her be my submissive!

It had gone on like that for weeks. I came to know my mother's sexual fantasies better than she did. I don't know if she confessed to being attracted to her Son or if I guided her to say that. But those fantasies came out during our correspondence and talks online. Sometimes it feels like we have this epic, psychic sexual connection. I really don't believe in ESP. But some of the coincidences in our developing sexual relationship seem like more than just coincidence. 

I love my mother very much. She has also blossomed into this smoking hot mama! She is the most freakin' sexy woman I can imagine. And, yes, it gives me an incestuous thrill to know that I'm having sex with my Mom. And, I know that I have been put in a position of power, where I can and continue to mold my mother into my perfect fantasy lover. The weird thing is, more often than not, I feel like I'm the one being molded. I guess that's not so strange, for a Mother to influence and mold her son. But is a sexual submissive really supposed to mold their Dominant?

Anyway, by the time I had gotten up the courage to finally "meet" my mother face to face, and exchange our online and phone sex games for real sex, I think she had mostly figured out (or maybe she was hoping) that her "Secret Santa Dom" was me. My mother might have been naive about computers and sex, but she's a very smart woman. And there had been some subtle and maybe a few obvious clues that her online, virtual lover and Master was me. I guess I wasn't as clever about hiding my identity as I thought.

But, what followed was a wild sexual awakening for both of us. We explored our fantasies together, and invented new ones! And it wasn't difficult keeping it all hidden from my Dad. Over the years, he had become more and more oblivious to his family. He was letting his work consume him, and he was also having his own secret sexual relationship with my Uncle Nick. 

Now, that's another story. From my perspective my Dad's sexual relationship with his older brother is twisted and abusive. Maybe I'm not in a position to judge, or maybe I'm the perfect judge. Nick had been sexually dominating my Dad for more than a quarter century. It was a relationship that had turned sexual before my Dad even met my Mom, when my father was eighteen. 

So, as my mother's Master, her Dom, I want to open my Mother up to be the most free and sexually fulfilled person she can possibly be. But what my Uncle Nick had been doing was the opposite of that. Nick had repressed my Dad and filled his head with homophobic garbage. Nick made my Dad feel weak, ashamed and unsure of himself. Nick took his pleasure from my Dad, and didn't return anything! He convinced my Dad that sex was ugly, that my Dad is ugly and unlovable. In short, Uncle Nick really did a number on my Dad's head. He messed him up, bad. 

I've never been close Uncle Nick. And I've been scared to confront him about this. I'm afraid of physically hurting the man. My mother never liked him much, and she hates him now. 

Now, I had never given up the notion that fucking my mom and using her as my personal slut and fuck-toy was somehow my attempt to make my Mom and Dad's marriage stronger. I know. I was probably lying to myself. But I thought, it was better me than Mom finding sex from some stranger, someone who might try to convince Mom to leave Dad.

So I concocted this plan. I would reveal to Dad just how sexy and slutty I had trained Mom to become. Months earlier, even when we were just corresponding, I had instructed Mom to tone up her body with a regimen of exercise, nutrition, and regular masturbation. She took to it all with a fervor bordering on zealotry. And as her body firmed, and became more fit and took on an even sexier shape, she also awoke more and more sexually! She lost about 25 pounds. Pilates and Dance Aerobics revealed my mom has a strength, suppleness and cat-like grace she claims she never had before. My mother has a sexy shape that my once demure mother enjoys flaunting now. Mom says she feels the fittest and healthiest she ever has. And I have to admit, she looks hot. No, she's is on beyond hot. Oh, she's always been a pretty woman. But she had been wearing frumpy clothes. And she didn't know how to take charge of her own sex appeal. Her hairstyle had usually been just pulled back in a ponytail, or sometimes up in a bun. Before, Mom's transformation, she was probably a 6 or 7.5 on a good day, when she dressed up. She was pretty, but not phenomenal. Now, her hairstyle is in a retro, Bettie Page cut. And with her new more flattering figure and figure flattering clothes, just a tiny bit of makeup to make her large green eyes pop, she's a 10 plus now. Seriously, I've seen men bump into shit when she walks by at the Mall now. I've taken her out clubbing. She easily passes for a woman ten years younger than her 43 years. I can see the looks of envy and lust on the faces of both men and some women, when my Mom shakes it or grinds me on the dance floor. 

So my plan was to show my father what a gorgeous and willing submissive he had for a wife. I was going to explain that all he needed to do was step up to the plate and be the dominant male presence that Mom desires, and I would have been willing to mostly step aside. I couldn't imagine giving my Sub up completely. The sex was too mind-blowingly fantastic. But I was willing to share. I thought I might even be willing to let Dad call the shots. I would have been subordinate male. Maybe. After all, he is my Dad. I would've stepped aside and let Dad be the Top Dog, the Alpha Male, the Master of the House. I think I could have stepped aside. Maybe. I don't know.

There was just one problem with my plan. Something I didn't know. Dad was even more naturally submissive than my Mom! He couldn't Dominate Mom. He didn't know how. And he felt an even deeper, darker desire to submit. 

And I discovered that I enjoyed Dominating my father almost as much as Mom. My father has a lithe, supple, dancer's body (seriously, he had studied ballet as a kid, and was part of College Dance Company). Now, he kept in shape by running and studying Aikido at a local dojo on Saturday afternoons. He has a thin, androgynous face. His features are cool and European. In pictures, he sometimes looks like David Bowie, or Nico from the Velvet Underground. It's a serious face with dark, sad eyes. He's about the same height my mother, about 5'9" tall, maybe slightly taller.

The one sexual area that Dad really excels at is fantasy role play. He really enjoys becoming a character, and taking on other personas. I think it frees him. Because he's spent a lifetime thinking that he was sexually inadequate and worthless, it's almost like he would rather be anyone except himself, when it comes to sex. First, there's the "Baby Boy," who is the most like my father, very naive sexually, and very submissive. But Baby Boy is also more juvenile, more eager to please and more playful than my Dad. Dad can slip in and out of being Baby Boy without much thought. Mom thought that "Mommy" and "Baby Boy" were just pet names they had for each other, things they cooed to each other in the dark. I think it was a sign that Dad needed to have a feeling of being nurtured, and loved, as well as dominated and controlled.

One of my father's strangest characters is "Foxxy Redd." Foxxy Redd is a werefox! That's like a werewolf, only he's a fox-man. He's a character from a Fantasy Card Game that Dad and I collected about eight to ten years ago, when I was in Middle School called, "Dragons and Dreamons." Dad and I both had a deck, and we would sometimes play each other. Or we would combine our decks to play in tournaments. We won a few of those. We are that kind of nerd.

Anyway, we had dressed as Foxxy Redd and his partner card, the Mad Scientist, "Dr. Foxenstein" for Halloween one year. Nobody knew what we were. Some people thought Dad was a dog, and that I was supposed to be that scientist guy from Back to the Future. I looked nothing like that! Dr. Foxenstein has a steel hand and round mirrored sunglasses! Only the white lab coat is the same. 

Anyway, Dad got this idea to role play as Dr. Foxenstein and Foxxy. And we'd have Mom pretend to be Mademoiselle Mercury. She's this Super Spy Femme Fatale character, also a Dragons and Dreamons card. Her get up is knee-high, black, high-heel boots, a trench coat and a wide brimmed fedora that comes down over one eye.

Dad's idea was to play out a scene from something like a WWII era spy movie or horror movie. Mademoiselle Mercury would be on assignment. She's been instructed to try to use her feminine wiles to infiltrate Castle Foxenstein and brings its secrets back to the Allies. 

At some point Foxxy and the Doctor drug the beautiful spy, and tie her up. After that, the scene becomes a "Good-Girl in Peril," bondage melodrama. 

My mother wasn't into the idea at first. But my father had made some serious alterations to his Foxxy Redd costume. He had pointed ears glued to his ears, like elf ears, only hairy. He messed up and spiked his hair with some sort of red foam or gel. He had me glue fake hair on his chest and back. Dad's body is almost complete hairless. He doesn't even have armpit hair, so we glued hair there as well. He even shaved his pubes, so he could glue a long, wild-haired merkin (like a pubic toupee) at his crotch. He made up his nose to be more foxlike. He wore fake hair that hung from just below his elbows and knees. He had a red leather vest without buttons or ties and a dark brown leather loincloth with a fox-tail coming out a slit in the back. He also got an expensive set of fangs. They are incredibly realistic. He even smelled like an animal. My dad later told me it was animal musk he had bought at a hunting supply store. Dad wasn't going halfway with this outfit or character. 

His fox-tail was the most amazing and life-like part of the costume. When he had worn the outfit as a Halloween costume, the tail had hung limp and lifeless, attached to the loincloth. Now, Dad is a pretty clever costume designer, and amateur engineer, but this tail is amazing. The tail is attached to a butt-plug. So even after he strips off his leather loincloth, his tail remains attached, like an extension of his body. And Dad can "wag" his tail up and down, by squeezing an air-bulb on the butt-plug, wedged in his ass. The tail is pneumatic! And it's strangely, frighteningly realistic. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I think the tail is a little creepy. But, my mother thinks it's very erotic and sexy for some reason.

Like I said, Mom is generally not as into the character role play stuff as I am, and nowhere near as much as Dad. She had never played Dragons and Dreamons, or done any of the CosPlay Nerd Conventions that Dad and I had gone to when I was a teen, so she wasn't thrilled about pretending to be the Super Spy, Mademoiselle Mercury. What I didn't know was, Mom did have some secret fantasies about being ravaged by a savage beast, a Monster-Man. 

Dad had given Mom her costume in a box. And I had instructed her to put it on at the gym after workout and shower. I didn't know what she would look like, and she hadn't seen our costumes either. Dad had also given her a short dossier with background information on her character, as well as her mission. Dad was really into this. My mother was not. So, when my mother first knocked on our front door and entered the scene, I could tell she was skeptical. Dad had done some shifting of furniture and some "set decoration" so the first floor of our house would look more like a Bavarian Castle. The furniture was covered with sheets. And most of the lighting came from candles. I could see Mom looking around like, "Am I going to have clean all this up?"

But then Dad came into the scene, bounding and shuffling, almost on all fours. He was a canine Beast-Man! And he was talking with a sort of horse Peter Lorre accent, calling me, "Master." I thought it was a funny joke. I thought it was all for laughs. But I could also tell that the creature intrigued Mademoiselle Mercury. Dad was more brutish, and more sexually aggressive than normal. He was playing up being a horny puppy, a hound dog, humping at mom's legs, groping her any chance he got. And Mom really enjoyed the attention, especially from her normally sexually passive and submissive husband.

Later in the scene, Mademoiselle Mercury had a glass of wine. At the bottom of the glass was note that read, "You've been drugged! And you pass out!" Mom played along and pretended to pass out. At which point, Dad picked up Mom in a fireman's carry, and brought her into the Doctor's Lab (their bedroom). It was a show of strength and manliness that Dad wouldn't normally make. But it was natural thing for Foxxy to do. And I could tell it excited Mom. 

He stripped off her trench coat, leaving her in just her tight, black boots, black silk stockings attached by garters to a black merry-widow corset that really cinched in her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure. The corset did nothing to cover her generous, full, round breasts, which were encased in a simple, smooth, black, front-closing bra. She wore no panties. Her beautiful, perfectly smooth, shaved pussy was fully on display. And the scent of her excitement filled the room. I could smell it. And Foxxy was sniffing her like an animal. 

Foxxy bound the Secret Agent to my "examination table" (their bed and an angled sex pillow mom and I had found online). Mom's legs were spread and cuffed to straps connected to the bottom corners of the bed. Her wrists were cuffed and clipped to D-rings at the top corners of the sex pillow. 

Foxxy undid the front closure on Mademoiselle Mercury's bra. Her perfect 34C cup breasts sprang free. Her nipples were already pointed and erect. Mom was excited. Foxxy pawed at her breasts and flicked at her extended nipples with his tongue, again like an animal.

"It's time to wake our prisoner, Foxxy," I commanded.

"Yes, Master," said Foxxy. And he "revived" Mademoiselle Mercury with small vial of smelling salts. He and I then proceeded to interrogate, ravage and defile our captive. 

"Mademoiselle Mercury, the drug that knocked you out is also an intense aphrodisiac and mind control drug. It will make you particularly susceptible to the natural pheromones of Foxxy Redd, my creation, my servant and my monster!" I cackled a villainous laugh.

"You're the monster here, Dr. Foxenstein," my mother snarled.

It's amazing how just a small suggestion of an aphrodisiac can actually act as an intense aphrodisiac with some people! There was no drug in my mother's wine. But just the suggestion that there might be allowed my mother the excuse, the opportunity, and the freedom to be more brazen, sexual and aggressive. My mother became wild with passion. My mother shook her head, as if fighting the effects. "Your drug must be affecting my mind," she said. "Because I need to see that monstrous cock tenting your pants, Doctor!" I obliged her. Undoing the tie of my black, hospital scrub pants, letting them pool around my feet. My cock was fully erect at it's six and a half inches. And I wasn't wearing underwear. My mother gasped, as if she was seeing something massively, and monstrously huge. "You're not going to force me to lick that beast, are you?"

"That is exactly what you will do, Miss Mercury. You will lick my 'beast,' while my beast licks you. Foxxy?"

In a long nasal growl, my father replied, "Yes...Master?" 

"Lick our guest. Get your tongue deep inside her pretty, bare, spy pussy. I need her good and wet for all that is to cum."

"Yes, Master." And my father started eating my mother's cunt like a ravenous dog. My mother gasped, clearly stunned and excited by the ferocity of his sensual, animalistic attack.

I took Miss Mercury's hat and threw it on the floor. I grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and turned her face to my cock. I used my hand in the gauntlet, a glove with shiny metal armor riveted to the back of the fingers, thumb and the back of my hand. The Super Spy made a show of resistance. But the pleasure from my beast-man's attentions made her gasp, and when that happened, I slipped my cock between her lips. She closed her eyes and concentrated on giving me as much pleasure as she was getting. I felt my cock swell and leak pre-cum onto her swirling tongue.

I then got an idea. I took my cock out of her mouth, and I climbed up on the bed, behind the angled cushion, up and behind my mother's head. It gave me a beautiful angle to see my monster savaging the beautiful Super Spy's pussy with his lips, teeth and tongue. 

"Put a finger in her pussy, Foxxy! Is or prisoner wet?"

"Yes, Doctor! Very wet."

"Good. Add another finger. Jam two fingers in this slippery Spy Slut's cunt! Is she tight?"

"Yes, Master. She's hot and tight. I can feel her muscles, squeezing and pulling at my fingers. I think she is aching to fuck. Please, may I fuck her, Master?"

"Perhaps." I reach down, grabbed and pinched my mother's nipples, twisting and pulling them up. My mother arched her body, bracing with her feet on the bed and her head on the pillow, trying to relieve the stress on her strained, tortured nipples. At that moment, I pushed the angled cushion with my knee. It slid down the bed, sliding the sexy spy up until her head popped over the edge of the pillow and her body flopped back down. Her nipples snapped from my grip, and my mother gasped as waves of pain and pleasure shot up and down her body. 

"Jam three fingers into our captive, Foxxy! Stretch her pussy! And pinch and lick her clitoris! I will test our patient's level of compliance to our drug." I looked down at my mother face. It hung down off of the angled cushion, upside-down. She tried to lift her head, but the intensity of the beast-man's attentions were driving her rapidly towards orgasm.




The Blue Life Ch. 03: Foxxy Redd



"Mademoiselle Mercury, do you need to orgasm?"

"Y-ye-oh, yes, Doctor!"

"Do you need to get fucked, and fucked hard, Mademoiselle?"

"Yes, Doctor! Fuck this Spy Slut's cunt! Fuck this Mata Hari Madame's asshole! I need your cocks!" 

"And your mouth? Do you offer your mouth?"

Mademoiselle Mercury just closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Pay attention, Miss Mercury. This is important. The drug you've been dosed with has raised your libido, your sexual hunger to almost superhuman levels."

My mother gasped as my father jack-hammered his fingers inside her and continued his assault with his teeth and tongue on her clit. "Yes! I can feel that. I'm on fire and I need to cum!" Her body tensed as if she was about to explode.

"STOP!" I yelled. My man-beast halted. The Super Spy gasped and whimpered, denied her release. "Unfortunately, the drug also inhibits your ability to orgasm. You, my poor dear, might never orgasm ever again."

My mother's eyes narrowed. "You evil fiend! There must be an antidote!"

"Oh, there is. But unfortunately for you, I've taken the only dose in existence. If you want that antidote..." My voice trailed off.

"You'll need to cum down my throat," Mademoiselle Mercury finished.

"Exactly. Very smart, Fräulein Mercury! In effect, my ejaculate becomes your permission to orgasm."

My mother pursed her lips, smiled and nodded. She said, "I understand, Doctor." And she leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide. We had often played games with orgasm delay and pleasure denial. Master Cums First. Cum On Command. This was just a new variation.

I placed the head of my cock in my mother's mouth, and she wrapped her lips around it. Foxxy turned his head to the side in that way that dogs have when confused. "Master? May I fuck her now?" 

"You can, as soon as she and I both cum, Foxxy. So you had better get back to work and bring her to the edge again."

"Yes, Master." My father slipped his three sodden fingers out of my my mother's cunt. He sniffed them intently, memorizing her sent. The he took his wet index finger and began to circle and tease my mother's tight anal pucker. My mother moaned on my cock. My father smile and looked for approval. I nodded, and he pressed his finger deep into her ass. 

"You're going to deep throat my cock now," I coldly, cruelly, and crudely stated. My father slid two fingers from his other hand into my mother's vagina. He began thrusting into her pussy and ass, sometimes alternating, sometimes moving together. My mother moaned and whimpered on my cock. It felt fabulous. But as I pressed deeper into her mouth, I could feel her tensing. My mother had been able to take my cock into her throat before, but never without choking or gagging, never without a struggle. 

"Fräulein Mercury, the powerful drug you are under is a work of art. It not only increases your libido, and you can obviously feel that working." She moaned. "And it prevents you from achieving orgasm." She whimpered. "But it also increases your salivary production, while relaxing your throat and inhibiting your gag reflexes. Mademoiselle Mercury, you will find that you have been bio-engineered to become the perfect cock-sucking whore!"

I don't know if it was the power of suggestion, or the fact that my mother's head was inverted, lining up her mouth and throat perfectly. But my mother took a breath, visibly relaxed and swallowed several times. I eased myself to the back of her mouth, and was welcomed into her throat without any resistance or discomfort for my mother. No coughing, no gagging, no tears. It was a first for her! And it felt glorious for me. I could feel her swallowing muscles working the head of my cock and shaft, grabbing at me.

I pulled out to give my mother a chance to catch her breath. My mother was grinning, a look of pride and accomplishment on her face.

"How does my mouth feel, Doctor?" She asked.

"Exquisite." I drew the word out as long as I could.

"Then I want you to really fuck my face. Slide that cock back into my throat and fuck me hard. Force that hot load of jism into my bel-"

I cut her off by sliding my cock back into her mouth. My mother's dirty talk and total submission as a cock-sucking slut had the cum churning in my balls. I could feel my scrotum tighten. This bizarre and fantastic scene had really gotten to me too. I could feel the tension of an earthshaking cum building.

"Lick her, Foxxy!" I commanded. "Take her clit between your teeth and flick your tongue across it! Fuck her with your fingers!" I could sense that my mother was about to cum, whether she had permission to or not. But I didn't want her to cum before she felt me shoot my load into her mouth and down her throat. So I grabbed her face firmly and began to earnestly face-fuck this sultry Super Spy with deep, long, fast strokes. She would breath as I would withdraw. I could feel my balls slap her in the nose and eyes as I plunged in deep, and my mother accepted it's girth and length all the way to the base. 

"Yes. Yes. Yes! YES! YEAAAHS! Cum now!" I was pounding my mother's face in time with the words. My voice had risen by about an octave and a half, as the tension coiled inside me. Waves of orgasm seemed to come from my clenched toes up my legs and simultaneously traveled down my spine from my head. It all exploded out my cock, deep in my mother's throat. My cock spurt four times, then five. And I began to withdraw. My father, sensing my orgasm, jammed his fingers deep into my mother's pussy and ass and held them there, knowing that drinking my cum really would trigger her orgasm. He sucked hard on her clit. And just as my cock left my mother's lips, her orgasm exploded. 

"You fuckers! You animals! You monsters! You beasts! Oh god, what have you done to me? I'm cumming so hard!" Her body quivered and shook. I thought my orgasm was subsiding. But seeing my mother cum so hard and vocally set my cock off again. I came in her face, like a porn star. Then I raised up and came past her chin onto her tits. This seemed to set off further waves of orgasm in my mother!

My father moved his head up and greedily licked my cum off my mothers tits and chin, as he eased his fingers out of her spasming cunt and ass.

"What did you do to me?"

"You are our sex slave now, Mademoiselle Mercury! Only a woman with a will of iron could resist us now."

"Yes," my mother screamed. "But I need to get fucked too. Now!"

Foxxy looked up at me. "May I fuck her, Master? Please?"

"Yes, Foxxy. You may."

Foxxy ripped off his loincloth, and began to position himself above the bound and helpless spy.

Mademoiselle Mercury shook her head back and forth, as if coming to realize what was about to happen. "You aren't going to let that animal actually fuck me, Doctor?" She struggled, pulling at the cuffs at her wrists.

"You just begged to be fucked, like a bitch in heat, Miss, Mercury." I laughed villainously. "Beggars can't be choosers."

The Super Spy bit lip. "All right! I'm on fire. I'm your hot bitch now. But if I'm going to get fucked by your dog-man, I want to get fucked and rutted like an animal."

"Why, whatever do you mean, Miss Mercury?" 

"I'm a bitch. So I need to be fucked and bred like a dog! From behind. Doggy-style!" She shouted.

I laughed and undid the Velcro straps at her wrists. Foxxy undid her feet. I slid the sex cushion into the middle of the bed and spun it around. 

"Alright, Bitch! Get on all fours." I patted the pillow. "Pelvis at the high end. Head down here."

The sex-crazed spy assumed the position. She wiggled her ass at Foxxy. "Are you ready to get a little tail, Puppy?"

Foxxy panted enthusiastically and nodded. He stripped off his vest. And he crawled up and got on his knees. His "tail" swung back and forth.

"Do it! Fuck me, Fox-man! Make me your bitch!" My father positioned his cock at the entrance of her vagina! He began to slowly penetrate her. "No!" My mother yelled. "Take me. Make me yours! Like an animal! Fuck me! Hard! Now!"

My father grabbed her hips and slammed his cock inside her. He howled.

"Yes! Fuck me, you dog! You beast! You monster! Your cock is so powerful! I can feel it tear into me!" My father's cock is actually about an inch shorter and much thinner than mine. But my mother was behaving like she was getting impaled by some hugely hung animal. 

I could see a look of surprise, pride and delight on my father's face. And with each scream and cry, Foxxy fucked faster and harder.

"Oh god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your monster dog-cock! Fuuuuuhck!"

My mother shuddered through a powerful orgasm. That was something she obviously could not be pretending. Her arms and legs gave out and she collapsed onto the pillow, her head on the bed, her ass still raised by the wedge.

But Foxxy was relentless. He raised one leg and put his foot flat on the bed. His cock was still buried deep. He raised his hand and spanked my mother's ass cheek. "I'm not done yet, Bitch!" He snarled. And he began violently pistoning her cunt again.

"Oh god!" My mother whimpered. But she had a look of ecstasy on her face. "Doctor, please?"

I just smiled, shook my head, and shrugged, like my beast was out of my control. I was glad that the round, mirrored sunglasses hid the look of the surprise in my eyes at seeing my father's bestial, sexually aggressive display.

Foxxy howled, "Scream and beg all you want. I'm going to fuck you like no HU-man ever could! Your MY vixen now! My sultry, slutty, vixen spy!"

"I can't stop coming on your monster fox-cock! Oh, I'm your bitch! Make me your bitch!"

She wasn't lying. I could see her shudder through orgasm after orgasm, like I had never seen before. 

The display of raw, rough, rapid, animal fucking and the seemingly continuous stream of orgasms my mother was experiencing revived my cock. 

"Mercy! I've never been fucked this hard! I can't take it. You're going to ruin my pussy for normal men."

Foxxy spanked her other ass cheek. "Shut up, Bitch! Every time you cum, your cunt grabs and pulls at my cock! I'm going to take my pleasure from you and empty my monster fox-jism deep inside your womb."

My mother groaned. 

Foxxy stood up braced himself on Miss Mercury's hips, and he began jack-hammering her cunt. He was ferocious. Growling. Snarling. As his ass muscles clenched his tail wagged up and down. It was eerily lifelike. I was fascinated. I stood next to him and watched the tail move.

"Fuck her, Foxxy. Fuck her faster," I encouraged. I stroked his back, as if he was my pet. (I guess he is in a way.) I pet him from his head to his tail.

"Yes, Master! Gently tug on my tail! That feels so good."

I didn't get it at first. Then I remembered the tail was connected to a butt-plug in my father's ass! Playing with his tail was probably directly stimulating his prostate. 

"Cum, Foxxy! Look at that vixen. You've practically fucked her into a coma."

"Doctor, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"She is. It would be a lucky man or fox who could claim this bitch for life."

"Thank you, Master! I think I am lucky." And Foxxy howled and came, shooting deep. He grunted, howled, yipped and barked through his cum, as his pelvis spasms shot his semen and wagged his tail.

Feeling the fox-cock gush inside her set my mother off again. She raised up on her arms, arched her back and almost silently came again. She made small gasping sounds like, "Gah! Gah! Gah!"

My father's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto her back, licking, kissing, and nuzzling between her shoulder blades.

I had worked up a second erection, and was about to take my father's place, fucking my mother from behind. But Mademoiselle Mercury had other plans. She surreptitiously reached into her boot. She pulled out two stickers. She slapped one on my father's shoulder and the other on my chest. They read, "You've been drugged!" 

I honestly had not expected that. But my father had equipped Mademoiselle Mercury with her own set of Spy Tricks. My father and I played along, struggling to fight off the effects of the drugs, but quickly succumbing. 

Mademoiselle Mercury grabbed her hat and put it on. She draped her trench coat over her arm She leaned down and while I lay "unconscious" said, "It been a wonderful evening, Doctor Foxenstein. Thank you for that intense face-fucking. Your cock-cream is delicious. And I'm grateful for the antidote to your drug. You've left this spy-whore craving so much more." She stroked my still hard cock. She said, "I'm sorry I cannot stay and play with this longer." She bent and kissed the tip of my swollen cock, and licked a dribble of pre-cum there. I had trouble maintaining the illusion of my unconsciousness. Then she sighed, "But I've been instructed to steal Dr. Foxenstein's Secret Formulas and deliver them to the Allied Secret Command. And, yes, Doctor," she smiled and taunted, "I do have a will of iron." 

She kissed Foxxy passionately. "Thank you, Foxxy. You are an animal! And I loved that. Your passion surprised me. I treasure the animal lust that you awoke inside me. I wish that I could stay and try to tame you, or perhaps have you draw more of the animal out from inside me. I have never been fucked so hard or come so much in my life. I would love to stay and be your vixen." She slipped on her trench coat. "But duty calls! Adieu, mes amours. Au revoir." Then, she took some pages labeled, "DOCTOR FOXENSTEIN'S SECRET FORMULAS," stuffed them in her pocket, and exited the scene, walking out of the room. 

My father and I pretended to wake up. Both of us confessed a crush on Mademoiselle Mercury, that she was the sexiest woman we'd ever seen. And that maybe it would be worth defecting and joining the Allies, just to have the chance to taste her charms again.

At that point, my mother popped her head back in the room. She was grinning ear to ear. "I heard that," she said. "And I think I might enjoy another Spy Caper with you two." 

My mother took off her fedora, and dropped out of character. I took off my lab coat, steel gauntlet and mirrored glasses. I rolled my mother onto her back, and entered her gently in the classic missionary position. We smiled and kissed tenderly.

My father refused to break character. He rarely will, when he's in costume, and his tail was all the costume he needed. He sniffed and whimpered like a puppy. My mother and I both laughed as we languidly made love. My cock was enjoying the extra lubrication of my father's semen in my mother's pussy. My mother and I both affectionately patted and kissed my dad, and said things like, "Good boy! Such a good puppy!"

My mother closed her eyes and focused herself. I whispered to her, "Go ahead, Blue. I want you to cum again." And she did. That's all it took. And that brought on my own second orgasm. It was a softer, quieter, gentler, more loving cum.

I kissed my Mom and slowly withdrew my cock. I asked my Dad if he needed help taking off his makeup. My mom volunteered to help him in a bit. So I excused myself to go to my bed. I told Dad that I would help him rearrange the furniture in the morning. I kissed them both again. My father put his head between my mother's legs and began to gently clean her, licking up the semen dripping from her cunt.

"Lightly, Foxxy. You gave my pussy a real pounding. I'm very tender there and will be sore tomorrow. But it was wonderful, Puppy. Wonderful." She lay back with her hands behind her head. Her hat on her head. She seemed to replaying the night in her head.  

My father made a humming sound deep in his chest, and continued to care for Mom's tender, sore pussy with small kisses and long, slow licks. I think he was still being "Foxxy." Sometimes, I think Dad has lost the hang of just being himself. And thinking about that makes me sad. 

I love my Mom and Dad. I love being their Master. Every time we fuck is not always that wild, creative or fantastic. But it's generally very good. I was tired. I closed their bedroom door. I walked through our "Bavarian Castle," blowing out candles. I went upstairs. And fell asleep.



The Blue Life Ch. 04: Jillian



This story is fictional. All the characters are 18+. The story does include themes of Incest, BDSM, D/s, and bisexuality. I've tried to write this so that it's a stand-alone story. But to get the full rundown on the characters, please check out the previous chapters in "The Blue Life" series. I'm working without an editor, so all the clumsy plotting, phrasing and grammar mistakes are mine alone. I would LOVE help cleaning up future chapters. So if you're a Lit Editor looking for someone to work with, I would appreciate your input, feel free to contact me. Any reader's feedback is welcome too. I would also appreciate you taking the time to rate the story. But if a D/s erotic fantasy about Mother/Son/Father love and sex turns you off, just skip this and move on. For those of you who have been following and favoriting the story so far, thank you. I hope you find the twists in this chapter are an intriguing development to Bobby, Red, and Blue's story. 

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Life had taken some interesting turns recently. I had just started my Senior Year of undergrad studies. I was due to graduate with a Bachelor of Science in Mathematics next year. Over the Spring I had begun an affair with a married woman. And I had taken her as my sexual submissive. Complicating matters is that she is incredibly beautiful, amazingly sexy, so eager and able to fulfill so many of my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies. Oh yeah, and she is my mother. 

Yes. Incest. I've been fucking my mother. I've been guiding her and training her, as best I can, in all sorts of areas of sex and life that she had never explored. She had masturbated, but she had never seen or used a sex toy before she became my submissive! Now she has a growing collection. She had never given or received oral sex. She was amazed when she found out she loved anal sex and all kinds of ass play. Butt plugs. Rim jobs. She loves games of Dominance and submission. She loves spankings, bondage, and has a fetish for leather. For a woman who spent the first 43 years of her life living a straight, narrow, ultra-vanilla, conservative lifestyle, she's discovered she craves more flavors, and more experiences. Mom's really very kinky. She felt like she had spent decades as too sexually naive and repressed. She felt bottled up. So when we discovered each other, when I claimed my mother as my submissive (and that I am her Master), she had this powerful sexual awakening and transformation. She calls it her Sexual Epiphany. Hell, I've had many sexual revelations as well. But Mom has lost weight, and her body has gotten toned and strong. We've slowly bought her a new wardrobe of more flattering and more overtly sexy clothes. 

Anyway, I had this wild plan, that if I could train my mother to be this wild, sexy, eager submissive, then all it would take for my mother and father to spice up their relationship would be to show my Dad what a gorgeous, eager to please, randy, hot wife he has! He would just have to step up to the plate and take charge. He could learn to be dominant.

I was wrong. I was way off. My father couldn't be Dominant. My Dad was less naive sexually than my mother, but he's far more sexually submissive. He has trouble seeking sexual pleasure for himself at all, because he had gotten it into his head that sex was too degrading and dirty to do with someone you love. My Dad had been in a pretty abusive, secret sexual relationship with his older brother, my Uncle Nick for more than twenty years. I didn't really know all that had gone on between them. But Nick had really messed with my Dad's head. 

So, on the day when I revealed my sexual relationship with my mother, Dad didn't react in any of the ways I thought he would. First, he wasn't angry. He was grateful that Mom had found happiness. And he enjoys watching her please me. He thinks it's beautiful. Maybe he's a voyeur. Dad also couldn't take over and be Mom's Dominant. Because Dad doesn't know how. It's just not in his nature. Dad is possibly the most submissive and sometimes annoyingly sexually passive man I can imagine. It can be very irritating at times. 

But, I discovered that I enjoyed Dominating my father almost as much as Mom. I can't say that I am as sexually attracted to Dad as Mom. But, I guess I must be a little bisexual. Because I'm not scared about kissing or touching my father sexually. And it does give me a bizarre thrill to sexually dominate him. It's different than the way I feel about having sex with Mom. But it's still uniquely thrilling. And I have to admit, my Dad really knows how to suck cock!

The one area that Dad especially excels at is fantasy role play. He really enjoys becoming a character, and taking on other personas. I think his brother instilled such a deep, sexual self-hatred and repression in my Dad, he just prefers to be almost anybody except himself when it comes to sex. By adopting a character, Dad is able to set aside the staid, uptight, repressed accountant, Andrew McMillan. It opens him up too. It frees him to be sexual without fear or shame. I had seen Dad become "Baby Boy," a submissive, eager to please, naive innocent, child-like persona. Then there was the fantasy character, Foxxy Redd, a half-man half-fox beast. Dad had created Foxxy Redd for a Role Play session that involved my Mom and me. But I've come home from school to find the Beast-Man ravaging my bound mother. I've also seen my mother do Obedience Training with Foxxy, with my Dad in a collar and leash. My mother sometimes treats Foxxy like her pet dog, a pet dog she encourages to fuck her. Seriously, it's not a kink I understand or want to analyze too deeply. If Mom and Dad are happy, and they're getting good sex out of the game, I'm all for it!

But all of Dad's fantasies and play acting had not really prepared me for meeting Jillian. 

I discovered Jillian by accident, when I was having my mother practice walking in her "Fuck Me Heels." They are these outrageous strappy, sandal/shoes with four inch spiked heels and a one inch rise at the toe. They are totally slutty. They make mother over six feet tall. Almost as tall as me. I have this fantasy of taking my mother standing, fucking her from behind without crouching, maybe even in a public place, like a concert or at the Library. But before I can do that, my mother has to get comfortable wearing the shoes. And she was tottering around like a baby deer, all wobbly legs. 

My Dad told my Mom to put more weight on her toes, like walking tip-toe. My Mother tried that and started to fall forward. My Dad steadied her, and said she had to lift her knees higher. "Like a prancing pony," he said. 

My mother laughed and said, "I will never be able to prance in these stilts." That was something I loved about my mother. Even when she felt awkward or uncomfortable, she always had a good natured attitude. And I found that an incredible turn on! Not her awkwardness, but the fact that even though she felt awkward and silly and out of control, she was doing her best to please her Master, me. That's a genuine gift.

My father said, "Let me show you." My Dad knelt and took off my Mom's shoes and put them on. He has the same size feet as my mother. Size 9 in Women's, a 7.5 in Men's shoes. They're about the same height too. My Dad is maybe a quarter-inch taller. Anyway, he proceeded to walk, saunter really, around the house. He was graceful. 

My mother's jaw was open, she was stunned. She stood with her arms crossed, annoyed with herself. "Well, now I really feel like a klutz. Why can't I walk like that?" 

My father sighed deeply. He walked over to my mother and hugged her. He kissed her forehead, and said, "Don't worry, Marjorie. You'll get the hang of these. I've just had a lot more practice than you is all."

"More practice?" I asked. "What do you mean, Dad?"

My Dad kicked off one of the shoes and stepped down. He took off the other one. He had a sad look on his face. "Maybe I need to show you. It will make the explanations easier later. Bobby, go into the garage and get my tackle-box. It's on the top shelf, next to my tool box."

"Dad, you don't-"

"Just get the tackle-box, Bobby. Marjorie, I would like some help picking out an outfit. Maybe one of the more glamorous ones you use to out out dancing and clubbing with Bobby. Do you have one that doesn't show too much cleavage?"

I shook my head. I didn't know what Dad had planned for Mom, or why he wanted her to get dressed up. But I went out to our three car garage. I walked past my Dad's big, gas guzzling vintage Cadillac, my mother's hybrid electric, and my sub compact to the utility shelf. From the top shelf, I pulled down the over-sized green tackle-box with a yellow lid. It had a small combination lock on it. That annoyed me. Dad had never taken me fishing as a kid. He had also never showed me his collection of lures or fishing gear. The box just sat on the shelf in the garage, until he went on his twice a year fishing trips with Uncle Nick.

I took the box back inside and sat on the couch, waiting. I turned on the TV. About five minutes later my Mom and Dad came out of the Master Bedroom. "Oh good. Hand me the tackle-box, Bobby. Marjorie, please go make dinner. Robert, you can help your mother. I will need about a half-hour." Dad scrunched up his face, considering. "Better make that 45 minutes." He looked at me seriously, like this was really important. "Sir? Is that alright with you?"

I shrugged. "Sure, Dad. Whatever."

My Dad kissed my Mom, just a quick peck, like he was leaving on a business trip. "Marjorie, please don't be upset. I love you more than anything. I really do."

My Mom's green eyes went wide with surprise. She began, "Upset? Why would I be--"

And my father cut her off. "Forty-five minutes. I need to hurry." And he went in their bedroom, closed the door and locked it. 

"What's he doing?" I asked. 

My mother shook her head and started heading for the kitchen. "Don't ask me. He had me lay out some of my clothes on the bed. My silver sparkly dress with the fringe, a white lace bra, garter belt and stockings. Maybe he wants to go with us this time, and go out clubbing after dinner."

"We can't do that. I've got paper I'm working on and should go over my notes," I said. 

"He's never gone clubbing with us before. But we usually go out on Date Night, when your father stays later at work." Every Wednesday, and every other Friday, my father stays late at the office. When Mom and I were having our affair behind Dad's back, I had often used those nights as "Date Nights," an opportunity to take Mom out on the town, show her off a bit, and well, romance her. She is a beautiful, loving woman, and she deserves every pleasure. 

My mom kissed me, lightly at first, then she lingered, opening her mouth. "I love our Date Nights Master. It always makes me feel so young, and beautiful...and horny."

"You are young and beautiful, Blue." I called her by her pet name, her submissive name. She hugged me close, cupping my ass cheeks through my jeans. I smacked her ass in her tight yoga pants. "And you're constantly horny."

My mother laughed. "I know! I'm incorrigible! You and I have some kind of sex nearly every day, sometimes more than that. Your father has joined us several times. So, I'm getting doubled teamed by the two men I love most every so often. And Sir, I've been having sex with your father at least three or four times a week as well, now. I'm not sure we had made love four times in all of last year. Now, I'm getting all this glorious sex! And I'm still randy and masturbating regularly too. Is there something wrong with me?" 

"If there is, Blue, we are certainly NOT getting that fixed." My mother laughed again and her eyes sparkled.I hugged my mother from behind. She pressed her ass back against me. She could feel my excitement. She wiggled.

"Is that all for me?" She asked innocently. She eased her yoga pants down, exposing her bare ass. "Your father said forty-five minutes?" 

I thought for a second, and let myself be tempted, but then I slapped her bare ass. "Dinner, Blue! I think whatever is going on is important to Dad."

My mother gave me an exaggerated pout and a disappointed sigh. "Yes, Master."

We made a simple meal: fried chicken breasts, rice and broccoli. I helped some. I put the rice in the cooker. I put some salad mix in bowls. And I set the table. 

My mother timed it so everything came to the table hot at the same time. "You had better get your father. Dinner's ready."

I went and knocked on the bedroom door. "Are you done yet?"

I heard a muffled, "Just a sec," through the door. 

"Mom says dinner's ready."

The door opened. And there stood a lovely woman with bright red lipstick, and green eye-shadow. She had on my mother's silver sparkly dress. Like my Mom, the hem of the dress came down to mid-thigh. Below that were sheer white silk-stockings, and my mother's white, patent leather go-go boots. The boots have a solid, chunky, two-inch heel, a squared off toe, and come up to mid-calf. My mother calls them her "Nancy Sinatra Boots." She had long auburn hair that came down past her shoulders. A shy, hesitant look was on her face. But she stretched out her long right hand. She had bright, long, red fingernails that matched her lipstick. She took my hand, and I shook hers. Her fingers were cool and delicate. 

She forced a smile onto her face. "You must be Robert McMillan. I'm Jillian St. Claire. I'm so glad we've finally gotten a chance to meet."

I did a double take. I noticed the auburn hair was a pretty cheap wig. "Dad?" I whispered.

Jillian put a finger to my lips. "Call me, Jillian, please? Oh, my hair must be a fright. I just didn't have enough time."

"No, uh...Jillian. You look lovely." I wasn't lying either. Jillian has great legs, capped by a high, tight ass. And her eyes are large and grey-green, with long, black eyelashes.

My father...I mean, Jillian took me by the arm. She has a slight Southern accent. Her voice isn't pitched much higher than my father's. But it's softer, gentler, and more feminine. She said, "Will you escort me to the table and introduce me to your mother?" 

I smiled and patted her hand on my arm. "Of course," I said. And we walked toward the dining room.

My mother's back was to us. She was slicing a French loaf. "I hope you boys are hungry!"

"Mom," I coughed, "This is Jillian St. John."

"St. Claire," she corrected. 

My mother turned and saw my father in full drag for the first time. "Oh my God!" My mother's eyes went wide with surprise. Jillian bit her lip and looked apprehensive. Her grip tensed on my arm. My mother came over and took both of Jillian's hands in hers. "Jillian, you say? Girlfriend, you are gorgeous!" 

Jillian sighed and a bright smile came to her face. "Thank you, Mrs. McClain."

"Oh pish-posh! Call me, Marjorie. Or Margie. My good friends call me, Margie. And I think we'll be very good friends, Jillian." My mother leaned in and gave Jillian an affectionate kiss on the cheek. 

"All right then, Margie it is." Jillian lightly touched her cheek where she had been kissed, and she visibly relaxed.

"You must forgive me, I was expecting Bobby and my husband for dinner," my mother said, "but I don't think Andrew will be joining us. Can you stay for dinner, Jillian?"

"I...I would like that very much, Margie," Jillian said. I pulled out a chair for her and she sat down. My mother sat next to Jillian, and I took the spot at the head of the table. 

We ate dinner together, making small talk about the food. It was pleasant but strange. Jillian asked me about my college and my classes, as if she had no idea where I went to school. At one point, my mother's bare foot came up under my pants leg and brushed the back of my thigh. It's usually a sign that she's horny. But at the same moment she had turned toward Jillian, and was complimenting her on her subtle make-up, the contouring and blush. 

My mother was right. Jillian's make-up was subtle, nearly flawless. It made my father's face look thinner, her lips fuller, her eyes bigger. Jillian is lovely, feminine and quite...well, sexy. Did I say I'm not as sexually attracted to Dad? Well, that was not true for Jillian. I thought she was lovely, mysterious, funny and fascinating. I was intrigued, and more than a bit attracted.

After dinner my mother asked Jillian if she had time to relax in the living room, 

"That would be nice, Margie. Do you have any white wine?" My Dad drinks scotch. I'd never seen him with a glass of wine.

"My mother looked at me. "Bobby, can you pour Jillian and me each a glass of Riesling? It's in the fridge. And grab whatever you like. We can all get comfy on the couch."

I went in the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine and grabbed a bottle of pale ale for myself. When I came into the living room, I saw Mom and Jillian sitting on our dark brown, leather couch. Jillian was at one end. My mother sat in the middle. Their knees were touching, and their arms rested on the back of the couch, with their fingers interlaced. My mother seemed so relaxed and casual with my Dad in drag. Frankly, my Dad seemed so comfortable wearing a dress and wig, it didn't seem like he was in "drag" at all. There wasn't anything silly about Jillian. She wasn't an exaggeration of femininity, like some drag queens you see. She just seemed so classy, confident, feminine and yeah, sexy! It really didn't feel like my mother was chatting with my father, but like she was with one of her girlfriends. My mother was asking, "Jillian, you're so lovely! It's a shame we haven't met before this. Where has my husband, Andrew, been keeping you?"

Jillian lips turned up at the corners, and her lips thinned in a mirthless, pained smile. "Mostly in a tackle-box in the garage, I think." It was a joke, but said without humor or irony, completely deadpan.

"Well, I'm enjoying your company now, Jillian. I hope you feel comfortable visiting as often as you like."

I thought my Mom was telling Dad that she wasn't freaked out by him wearing a dress. That if he is a cross-dresser, that would be OK. Mom is pretty amazing like that.

I handed Jillian her glass. "Here you are, Ms. St. Clair."

"It's Miss. And please, do call me, Jillian."

"Sorry. Jillian." I handed my mother her wine. "Here you go, Blue." I leaned down and casually and affectionately kissed her lips. My mother's other hand came and held my head there. She quickly, but passionately returned my kiss, opening her mouth and drawing her tongue across my lips. I thought maybe being near my beautiful father in drag was exciting my mother. Mom wasn't wearing a bra, and her hard nipples were clearly visible through her light green, knit tank top. My mother broke our kiss and patted the couch behind her, indicating where she hoped I would sit. "Thank you, Sir," she said. I sat down and put my back into the corner of the couch. I took a sip of my beer.

Jillian looked caught off guard. "He called you, Blue?" 

My mother scooted back into the crook of my arm. She leaned back and kissed my cheek. "Blue is my sexual submissive name." She tucked her feet back under herself on the couch and wrapped my arm around her, my palm ended up flat on her belly. "Bobby is my Master, my Dom. He gave me that name the night that he claimed me. The first time he took full pleasure in me."

My hand casually caressed up my mother's belly. I nonchalantly slid my hand up and cupped her right breast. I toyed and tweaked her nipple through her shirt. "You mean the night we first fucked," I said.

"Hush, Bobby. We have a guest." My mother blushed. "And it was so much more than that, Sir," my mother purred and squeezed her legs together, becoming even more aroused. It was something my father had seen many times before. But Jillian seemed surprised. She blinked twice. "But he's your son!"




The Blue Life Ch. 04: Jillian



"And he's my Dominant,. my Master too." My mother explained.

"So he forces you to have sex with him?"

"Only when I beg him to take me."

"And...and you beg him? You like that?"

My mother purred and stretched her bare foot. It touched Jillian's knee and slid up her thigh to the hem of her skirt. "I love it! It's one of my fantasies. And Master has been very good about helping me live out my fantasies."

"But..."but...with your son...that's incest." Jillian whispered the last word like it was a dirty secret.

I didn't know where Dad was going with this. I interjected, "Yes, it's incest. And Mom loves being dominated. Are you pretending that shocks you now?"

Jillian eyed me playing with my mother's tit and nervously laughed. "It surprises me, I guess. But I'm not in any position to judge anyone else." She licked her lips and took a sip of wine.

"It's no more incest than what Uncle Nick does with my Dad," I countered. 

Jillian's eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched. "You know about Andrew and that twisted, fat fuck?"

I choked on my beer. I had never heard my Dad talk about his brother that way. I said, "Yes. They've been lovers for decades. And have sex together when you go on those fishing trips. That's incest too. Right?"

Jillian's eyes teared up. "They're not lovers! There's no making love. Nick is a rapist!" Jillian spat the words out. "They don't even have sex. Nick is psychotic. It's torture, plain and simple. There's nothing loving, or caring, like you have. It's something really sick. That's why I'm around. So Andrew doesn't have to go through that shit by himself."

My mother gasped. "Oh my. No!" She saw something I didn't. "Oh, Jillian, Sweetie." Jillian was crying. Big sobs. Flowing tears, streaked her mascara. My mother leaned forward, got up on her knees and hugged Jillian. Mom pulled Jillian to her chest. "And Nick makes Andrew dress like a woman." Jillian snuffled snot and nodded. "How long has that been going on?" My mother asked.

"I don't know." Jillian set down her wine glass and shrugged. "As long as I can remember."

"So when Nick forces Dad..." I didn't really know my Uncle Nick. It dawned on me that maybe my Dad had spent a lifetime protecting me from him.

"I'm there to take care of him. I make sure Andrew doesn't...doesn't feel that."

My mother held Jillian at arms length. "Thank you, Jillian. I love my Andrew very much."

"I know. He loves you too. More than he can say. He's really a good man," Jillian insisted. 

"Yes, he is. But maybe that's because you've taken care of my Baby Boy." My mother kissed Jillian's forehead. 

"You've taken care of him too," Jillian offered, still crying.

"We all do our best." My mother kissed Jillian's lips lightly and affectionately. Mom said, "Jillian, would it surprise you to know that Andrew is my Master's submissive too?" 

Jillian looked at me skeptically. "He has sex with you, his son?"

I grinned, not understanding what was going on. I get straight "A"s in school. But sometimes I can be a complete idiot about stuff that others find obvious. "He mostly has sex with both of us," I explained.

"That's been a fantasy of mine," my mother said, "Two men at once. Years ago my fantasy was identical twins. But being between a father and son is better." My mother turned, took my hand, kissed the palm and held it to her face.

"And do you force him to suck your cock?" Jillian looked at me. She was angry.

I scrunched up my face. "I've asked him to. Yeah, I've told him to, I guess. And, yeah, Dad's a really good cock sucker," I chuckled, "But I didn't force him. I love my Dad. He's my sub. And I care for my subs. Besides, we have safe words."

"Safe words?" Tears were still running down Jillian's cheeks.

"Yellow Card and Red Card. They're soccer terms," I tried to explain.

"A Yellow Card is just a warning, that maybe a scene or game or training or discipline is going too far or too fast," my mother said.

"If I get a Yellow Card," I said, "I know that I need to shift direction, ease up or change my tone. I may be the Master, but the Sub holds the ultimate control."

"And the Red Card?" Jillian asked.

"The Red Card means everything stops right away. Shackles and bonds are immediately removed. All discipline, sex, or whatever is going on that day ends, without any guilt or recrimination," Mom explained.

Jillian looked skeptically at me. "And you would do that? Just stop?"

"Slow means Slow, and No means No." I shrugged.

"I've pulled the Yellowcard a few times," Blue continued, "Especially when my training first began and I had less of an idea about what and where my limits are. But I've never come close to pulling the Redcard."

Jillian wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I think I understand. It's about honesty and trust. Faith in your Master. Nick wouldn't care about any of that."

"Jillian?" My Mom said, "Your makeup has run from crying. It's all streaked. You look a bit like Alice Cooper now."

Jillian laughed bitterly. "Yeah. My mascara runs when I cry. I get the kind that does that. Nick likes that. He gets off on that."

My hands balled into fists. "That creepy fat fuck," I muttered under my breath.

"He's so fucking gross," Jillian agreed.

My mother kissed the tip of Jillian's nose. "You won't ever have to be with that bastard ever again, Jillian. We promise."

"You can't promise that," Jillian gasped. 

"I'm the Master of this House. And I give you my word." I tried to sound like it was a proclamation. It probably came out lame.

Jillian looked rapidly back and forth between my mother and I. It was like she was calculating something in her head. "I believe you. I want to believe you. I trust you both," she finally said, and she hugged my Mom. I stroked Jillian's hair. God, it was a shitty wig! Really cheap. Jillian needed a better wig!

My mother spoke up. "Go fix your makeup, Jillian. We'll wait for you here." Blue looked up at me. "Sir, can you stay a bit longer? I know you've got studies." 

"No. I'll stay."

Jillian looked at my mother. "Do you want me to go? Should Andrew come back now? I can get changed."

"No, Sweetie. I really like you, Jillian. And I'm learning so much from you. There's so much to know. For instance, you could give me pointers on how to apply makeup, except for the mascara." My mother smiled.

Jillian got up and started to walk toward the bedroom. "You don't need any makeup, Margie. You're naturally gorgeous." My mother blushed. "OK, I'll be right back," Jillian said.

As soon as Jillian left, my mother kissed me and whispered conspiratorially, "Sir, you are the Master of the House. But I need you to promise me something. You will not try to dominate Jillian."

"Are you jealous?"

"I'm envious of her ass! God damn, that dress does not look that good on me from behind. And her legs go on for days!" My mother chuckled and shook her head. "Sorry, sir. Jillian's hot. But...Please, promise me?"

"Dad is already my sub."

"But Jillian is not."

I was confused. "Look, if you don't want me to have sex with Jillian, I can understand that, Blue."

"Sir, I do want us both to make love with Jillian. We just can't command her to do that. Understand?"

"Not one bit," I said, "I'm confused by this whole evening. But I won't go all Dom on Jillian. I promise. But how do you expect us to make love with her?"

My mother kissed me sweetly. "Silly, we can do it the old fashioned way. I plan on seducing her. Will you help me?"

Before I could answer, Jillian was back in the room. "I'm back!" She sang, "Did j'all miss me?" She still looked like she had been crying. But her makeup was fixed. She wasn't wearing the boots any more, but still had on the white silk stockings. I looked at her feet as she picked up her wine glass and curled her feet underneath herself. Her toes were painted red to match her nails. "I put your boots back in the closet, Margie. Thanks for letting me borrow your clothes."

"It's not the first time. Is it?" My mother asked. 

"No. We've been borrowing them for years. We should have bought our own. But, wearing your clothes, well, it has always made me feel more..." Jillian struggled for the word.

"More feminine?" I was trying to help.

"More safe and sane," Jillian sighed and finished her wine. "I know that's weird, but thank you, Margie."

"That's not weird at all. And I'm glad I could help." Mom said. "I'm sorry I didn't know. But I promise you, you will never have to see Nick again."

Jillian sighed. "That's great. I don't fully believe that. But, even though that idea is wonderful, it kind of scares me too." 

"Scares you? Why?" I had finished my beer and set the bottle down. My mother was curled next to me, her thigh over my legs. She was tracing a pattern on my polo shirt, touching my abs and chest. It was starting to get me excited. "What scares you, Da--I mean, Jillian."

"If Andrew is safe. Maybe, I won't be needed anymore."

"What if Blue and I need you?" I suggested.

My mother perked up and kissed me. "My Master is right we do need you, Jillian! For one, I haven't had a girlfriend I can share clothes and secrets with in ages!"

"That sounds like...like fun."

"It will be fun. Jillian," I said, "In fact, I need your help with something right now." 

Jillian smiled. "What can I do to help?"

I started caressing Blue, down her arms, along the curve of her ass, along her thigh to the inside of her knee. "Do you think Blue is lovely?" 

"Master!" Blue playfully slugged me.

"Robert, she's stunning. Easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"I know! Right? I saw you eyeing her breasts." 

"I'm envious. I wish my tits were half that nice. Honestly? My tits are a couple pairs of rolled up gym socks tucked in a bra." Jillian gave a bitter laugh. 

I looked at Jillian seriously. "Well, we will have to do something about that," I said, matter-of-factly. 

"Like what?"

"They make silicone prosthetics. They even have nipples. We'll get you a set. Maybe several sets to wear with different outfits. They would look and feel more like real tits." I cupped my mother's breasts. "Would you like to see Blue's beautiful breasts, Jillian?" 

Jillian swallowed hard. "Margie, I don't want to embarrass you."

"I like being embarrassed a little. And I want you to see my tits, Jillian," Blue admitted. 

"Blue, sit up and cross your legs." Immediately she did as instructed. "Look, Jillian! See how hard my submissive's nipples are. She's very excited."

"I am, Sir. I'm excited that Jillian is here, looking at me. I've never been submissive in front of a woman before." 

"Arms above your head, Blue." I started inching her tank top higher. "No, I've never exposed you in front of one of your girlfriends before. And since you two are going to be sharing clothes, we had better get Jillian prosthetics that match your breasts."

"Oh, Sir! That's a lovely idea! We'll have the same size boobs!" My mom laughed and cupped her breasts. "We'll be Tittie Twins!"

"You would do that for me?" Jillian shook her head incredulously. 

I lifted my my mother's tank top above her breasts. I caressed the underside of them and pinched her nipples. "Of course we will, Jillian. You're part of the family now. At least under a blouse, your tits will look just like these!"

"Can I...can I touch them? Can I touch you, Blue?" Jillian asked. 

I nodded and smiled. "I want you to Sweetie," my mother said. Jillian tentatively caressed Blue's right breast. My mother moaned. 

"Jillian, you're helping my sub live out one of her greatest fantasies."

"I am?" Jillian acted surprised. "What's that?" 

"She's always wanted to be kissed by a girl, and to sexually play with a woman."

"Please, Jillian?" Blue reached out.

Jillian leaned down and kissed my mother, lightly. Their mouths were closed. 

"I wish my tits looked like yours," Jillian whispered. 

"They will," I said. 

"I wish my hair was as silky, long and pretty as yours."

"We'll get you a really nice wig, Jillian, in a matching hairstyle. Would that be all right, Blue?"

"Perfect, Master. We will look like sisters! Can we get matching lingerie too?"

Jillian gasped at the thought. She bent down and licked and sucked Blue's nipples. She quickly looked up to see if she was doing it right. She whispered, "This is exciting. I've never been with a woman."

My mother smiled, "Me neither. I want you to be my first, Jillian." And Blue kissed Jillian passionately. I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly, because my pants had suddenly become painfully tight. 

"I wish I could be a real woman for you. You both deserve better than me." Jillian cast her eyes down.

I reached out and touched Jillian's cheek. She looked down and saw my erection and became nervous. I immediately regretted taking it out. I sighed. "Jillian, you are a very real woman" I touched her ear. "You're a very beautiful woman. A very sexy woman. Do you find me attractive?"

"You're so young, Robert."

"I'm twenty-one."

"And I'm middle aged."

"You're my fantasy, Jillian."

"I've got socks for tits and I tuck! I'm just a lie."

"Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked her again.

"Yes," Jillian whispered. "Of course. You're a hunk, Robert."

"Can I kiss you, Jillian? Please?" I asked. 

"You're going to make me cry again. No man has ever asked me that."

I kissed Jillian, softly. She smelled and tasted nothing like my dad. She kissed me back. "I'm not real," she whispered on the edge of tears.

"You feel real to me." And we kissed more passionately. My mother interlaced her fingers with Jillian's. Then, together they caressed my throbbing cock with their intertwined hands.

"Jillian, I think this is my deep, secret fantasy." I confessed. "To be with two women at the same time." And I caressed my fingers down their spines, simultaneously. Goose bumps rose on their arms.

"But..." Jillian tried to argue.

"I haven't finished, because my fantasy has changed, just now. My fantasy is to be with two very similar, beautiful women. Except one of them is very special. Unique."

"She's gorgeous, like your Mom?" Jillian asked.

I kissed my mother. I kissed Jillian. "You're both gorgeous. No. My fantasy is this..." I looked Jillian in the eyes. "One of the women, has a beautiful, graceful, feminine cock and balls, just like yours," I whispered.

"Really? That is your fantasy?"

"It is now." I nodded.

"Are you excited, Jillian?" My mother asked.

Jillian bit her lower lip and nodded. "Very." My mother felt down the smooth front of the fancy, sparkly dress. "But you're still tucked. Isn't that painful?"

Jillian smiled a shy, crooked smile and nodded again. "Yes. Very." She laughed a little, and there was genuine mirth there.

My mother went on, "It would make me very happy if you would hike up that sexy skirt, and show us your pretty girl-cock and balls, Jillian. Please?"

Jillian raised her skirt. The stockings were being held up by a white garter belt. She began to ease down a pair of plain white panties that she had put on over the garter. I helped draw the panties down, caressing her ass a bit as I lowered them. I marveled at how taunt, toned, smooth, feminine, hairless and sexy Jillian's ass felt. But, she was still tucked, looking like a sexless Barbie doll. Perfectly smooth. And that wasn't sexy at all. "Please?" I begged. "I need to see it," I whispered in her ear. 

She relaxed her leg muscles and her stiff cock sprang forward and curved up.

"Oh! Such a beautiful, graceful, girlie cock!" My mother exclaimed. 

Jillian beamed with pride. "Nobody's ever said anything like that to me. I've always been made to feel like such a freak."

"By a big, fat, psychotic fuck-head," my mother sneered, "Don't ever listen to that asshole, Jillian."

"Blue is right. That jerk should be just a fading memory. Pay attention to the people who love you. You are not broken in any way that we want to see fixed."

Jillian laughed. It was bright and infectious now. "Except my titties and this God awful wig!" 

I laughed too. "You are much, much prettier than that wig, Jillian," I agreed.

My mother took my hand and brought it to Jillian's cock. As Jillian and Blue stroked my shaft, Blue and I stroked Jillian. Jillian jumped, and got a deer-in-headlights look on her face. Then she closed her eyes, and gave in to the bliss.

My mother leaned in and kissed Jillian. She whispered to her. "You're so beautiful, Jillian. You excite me so much. Can I kiss your pretty cock?"

Jillian bit her lip and nodded. Blue leaned down and kissed the head of Jillian's cock and licked a dollop of pre-cum from the tip. Then Blue turned and kissed the shaft of my cock. She licked up to the head, and sucked the purple crown into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the underside of the head and sucked. When she lifted her head, my penis made a popping sound coming out of her mouth. 

She came back up and kissed us both quickly. "You both taste so good. Can I finish you off together?"

I smiled. "No, Blue. It's time to live out our fantasies together. First, peel off those yoga pants."

"Yes, Sir." And she did. She wasn't wearing any panties. Unless she's having her period, she's forbidden to wear panties. Jillian and I together admired the curve of her ass and the beautiful lips of her excited, bare shaven cunt. "Master? Remember your promise."

"Sit on the armrest of the couch, Blue." I turned to Jillian. "Jillian, my mother has fantasized about having a beautiful woman lick her pussy."

Jillian looked apprehensive. "But...but...I've never. I mean. I really don't know how."

My mother said, "Do you want to, Sweetie?"

With a broad smile Jillian replied, "Right now, more than anything in the world, Margie"

"Then I'm sure you will make up for whatever you lack in technique with lots of enthusiasm," I told Jillian. Then I whispered in her ear. "Please? Can I do the same thing?"

Jillian happily kissed me. "We can share your mother, your sub, if that's what you mean, Robert."

I shook my head. "No. I want to please you, Jillian. I want to take your pretty girl-cock in my mouth. I've never done that. I've never had anyone's cock in my mouth. But I hope to make up for my lack of skill with great enthusiasm."

Jillian looked at me, confused, shocked, surprised and excited. "Never? But, you really don't need to do that."

I laughed a little. "No, I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need to do this. But please, I need you to tell me to do it. I would like you to tell me to suck your girl-cock." 

My mother was listening to our exchange. It excited her so much she started stroking her slit, toying with the button of her distended clit. "Tell him, Jillian," she said.

"But, nobody's ever done that. And he's the dominant. And...and...and..."

My mother reached out and pulled Jillian toward her. She kissed the gorgeous, cross-dressing she-male, and then began to guide Jillian's head lower. "Tell him, girlfriend! This is a day of firsts."

Jillian began to lick along the length of Blue's pussy. I sighed, enjoying the sight, but I was a little disappointed. Then, between licks and slurps, Jillian spoke. "Robert..." Lick. "I need..." Suck. "...you to take me in your mouth..." Swirl. "Please, suck on my girl-cock. Make me your lover. Mmm. Make me cum. Just like..," lick, "I'm gonna make your mama cum." 

I climbed up on the couch behind Jillian. Her skirt was flipped up, exposing her fantastic ass. It was framed by the white garter belt, and the straps in the back, holding up her stockings. What an ass! I couldn't help myself. I spread her cheeks and licked from just behind her balls, up along the crack of her ass until my tongue was swirling and stabbing at the pink and brown rosebud of Jillian's asshole. Jillian moaned. But my mother coughed, "Her cock! Suck her cock!"




The Blue Life Ch. 04: Jillian



I got on my back and slid up between Jillian's spread legs. He pubes were also shaven bare. Her cock was long and thin, graceful and feminine. It's smelled of excitement, sex and a light citrus flower perfume. I reached up. Grabbed Jillian's ass cheeks and lifted my body up, so I could take her cock in my mouth. I tried to imitate the ways other lovers, including both my mother and father had given my cock oral pleasure. I flicked at the head with my tongue. I jacked the shaft with one hand. I suckled. I bobbed. 

My mother began describing the action. "Oh God! My son, my Master is sucking my beautiful girlfriend's cock. That is so fucking sexy! Yes! Oh, eat my pussy, Jillian! Slide a finger inside me, you sexy woman! Yes! Eat me! Eat my clit! Oh, FUCK! Suck on my clit, Sweetie. Yes, Jillian, YES! Pump your pretty girl-cock in my son's mouth. That's right. Take your pleasure from his pursed lips and tongue. Oh, sweet fuckin' fuck! That is so hot!"

I could feel Jillian tensing. I knew her release would be soon. I quickly licked my index finger, then went back to enthusiastically pleasuring her cock with my mouth. I brought my fingertip up to Jillian's asshole and teased it. Then, as I felt her nearing her orgasm, I began sucking on the head of her cock, jerking her shaft, and I slid the tip of my finger past her sphincter (just to the first knuckle) and wiggled it. 

Jillian whimpered and came. I thought I was ready. And I swallowed the first two or three ropes of jism that entered my mouth. But I choked on the fourth. And as moved my head, a couple more spurts hit me in the face and neck.

Seeing me suck cock and drink cum for the first time, my mother came loudly as well. Her pussy gushed. Jillian valiantly tried to drink in all her juices, but some overflowed down her chin and onto the couch.

I edged myself out from under Jillian. My mother was still panting, riding her afterglow. Jillian sat back, a sheen of pussy juice on her face. She looked at me, with an expression of love, pride and satisfaction on her face. Then she frowned. "Come here, Rob. You were amazing." She kissed me. "You were amazing. But you've got my spooge on your face and neck." She began to kiss and lick me clean.

My mother got on her knees on the couch. "Save some for me," she said. And both girls proceeded to lick my face clean, their tongues at times, playfully battling each other.

I kissed the tops of their heads. "Alright, Ladies. I need to go study."

"But, Sir. You haven't cum yet, " my mother complained.

"I'll be fine. You two, enjoy your afterglow. Cuddle and kiss and do whatever girlfriends and lovers do. I need to study and get to bed. One of you can come up later or tomorrow morning and take care of me if you want. I can't handle both of you again tonight." I grinned. "You'd put me in the hospital. I would overdose on Sexy!" 

I kissed my mother. She squeezed my cock, silently imploring me to stay. "I love you, Master. Thank you."

I kissed Jillian. She passionately returned my affection. "I love you too, Robert." She said, a little shyly. "And I'm not just saying that because you just gave me such a delicious orgasm. You've given me a new life and a new family." She smiled and blushed. "And you're a hunk." 

"You are a wonder, Jillian. I look forward to playing with you again soon. Maybe...once we get you your breast forms and new wig," I hesitated, "maybe we could go on a date? Out to dinner or a movie?"

Jillian sighed. "Everything is new to me. But that sounds wonderful, Robert."

I kissed Jillian and Blue again, and went upstairs. My cock was rock hard. My balls were aching. But it was a good ache. I get lots of sex. I don't always need to get my rocks off. My mother and her new lover, Jillian (my father in drag--what a strange night) began to cuddle and neck on the couch.

I went upstairs and got out my notes for school. I kept thinking about what Blue and Jillian were up to, cuddling, necking, probably making love. Part of me wanted to sneak and spy on them, but that wouldn't have been very dominant of me, and I sometimes feel like I have an image to maintain. Part of me wanted to go back downstairs and command both Blue and Jillian to suck my cock together. I wanted Jillian. But I was going to respect the promise that I made to my mother. I was not going to try to dominate Jillian, as much as that might be my natural inclination. 

So, I tried to focus on my studies. I was naked, casually stroking myself. I wasn't masturbating exactly. Well, I wasn't actively trying to make myself cum. But I found that I could better focus on my Physics and Advanced Calculus if I didn't try to ignore my arousal and desire, but quietly affirmed it. The arousal of my cock wasn't a distraction. It just was part of me. I wasn't fighting it. I did have to channel my will a bit to NOT think about my Submissive Slut (my mother) and the cross-dressing (transexual?) beauty (my father). I felt like I had a schoolboy crush on my father in drag! And were they probably having sex at that moment? But that active focus, past my sexual desires and curiosity, made me discover something! Studying while aroused actually gave my head some clarity, or it brought into play different areas of my brain that don't always lend a hand to my studies. Suddenly sections of my Physics Studies that I had trouble with before didn't seem as confusing anymore! I could read through the Definitions of key terms, and grasp their meaning, how the concepts pieced together! I felt like a damned genius. I had an epiphany. What if I studied better with a hard cock and blue balls? I laughed. That would be something. I laughed at myself. I was naked, on my back, on my bed, with books and notes and papers spread around me on the bed. My hard cock resting on my belly. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back. I thought about Blue and Jillian. I thought about measuring the areas under curves defined by more than three dimensions. I thought about the vastness of space and black holes and the relativity of time. I stroked my cock. And I fell asleep.



The Blue Life Ch. 05: After Jillian



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. There are strong themes of Incest, Dominance and Submission, BDSM, and bisexuality. If these subjects are a turn off, just go on to another story. Comments are welcome. And that you for taking the time to rate this story as well. 

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I awoke with a kiss. It was gentle and tentative. "Master. Master?" Another light kiss. "Sir? I'm sorry, Sir. I need you."

My eyes snapped open. It was my mother, my sub, and she needed me. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her 5'9" frame was completely nude. My God! What a beauty! Her eyes looked tired, like she needed sleep. She's 43 years old, but generally looks like she could be in her early thirties. Her full, round 34C breasts were capped by large, extended nipples. That is one of the things I loved most about my beautiful sub's tits, her nipples always gave away her excitement. Feeling them firm up under my fingers or tongue was the best. But finding her already primed and excited was also thrilling. Even in my groggy, half-sleep my hand came up and cupped her breast, my finger and thumb lightly pulling at her nipple.

"Blue? What is it?"

My mother bit her lower lip. "Sir. I need to talk to you."

I shook my head. "Wha-what time is it?" I looked over at the clock. It was 4:34 in the morning. I sometimes get up early to go running, or put in a light workout before classes. I'm 21, and just started my Senior year of college. But this was almost an hour before I usually ever woke up.

"It's four-thirty, Sir. I'm sorry. I brought the butt plug, lube, flogger and ball gag. I thought you would probably need to punish me, Master."

"Clear all the books and papers off my bed to the desk. Turn on the light, but toss my t-shirt over it. I want to see you, but I need the light muted. Then, come and kneel on the bed. Head down, hands behind your back."

"Thank you, Master." And she quickly set about the task. When my bed was clear, she knelt at the foot of the bed, her toes just hanging off the edge, her head down on the mattress.. 

"Slut? Do you need training?" My tone was not light, but my voice wasn't loud.

"Yes, Sir. Always, Master." 

"If you woke me up just to get your jollies getting your ass paddled, Blue, you might be in for a different kind of correction than you were expecting."

"Never, Sir. You're the Master, and I'm the Slut. My body is yours. I just needed to talk to you about Red, about your father, and about Jillian."

I was tired, but very curious. I wanted to know what had happened between my Mom and Jillian. "Alright, Slut. We'll cuddle and debrief." I got up from the bed. "But you will need a reminder of who and what you are as we chat."

"The sting of the paddle, Sir?" I could hear a hint of hope and desire in my mother's voice.

"Where is Jillian?"

"She's gone for now, Sir. We cleaned off her makeup and she put her wig back in the tackle-box. After that, Andrew was back, happy, confused and tired. He put on PJs. I kissed him and he fell asleep."

"So he's sleeping downstairs."

"Yes, Sir."

I thought about this. "We've never done a heavy training session with Dad in the house."

"No, Master."

"And I've just woken up. I'm in no mood to flog you properly, if that's what you need. And I don't want to wake up Dad."

"I understand, Sir. But, I think I will need that soon, Master. My nerves are on edge. And this has been a very emotional night for me. I would like to feel calmed and centered. And that is one of the gifts of your deep trainings, sir, clarity. Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, Blue. We need to talk, so we won't use the gag. I guess we will have to plug that pretty little ass of yours."

"Thank you, Master."

"Are you prepped?"

"Yes, Sir. After your father fell asleep, and I knew I would need discipline, I washed my backside with a cloth, and gave myself a light enema."

"Did you lube?"

"Yes, Master. Just as you instructed me. First with my finger, then with the thin silver vibe you have me keep in my purse. I didn't cum and I didn't take long. I was rushing to get up here."

"Good girl. And you brought me the Number Three Butt Plug?" I had been training Blue's ass for weeks with a set of graduated butt plugs. It's a set of five. The first one is small and comparatively thin, just something to get used to the feel of having something invade your ass. The fifth one still seemed ridiculously huge, and a bit scary. We had worked our way up to the Number Three, a 4.5" long one that had a little more girth than my thick, erect cock. 

"I brought the Number Four, Sir. I've been using the Three for weeks. Since before we revealed my submission to Red. And so, forgive this slut, but I thought I deserved the challenge and discipline of the Number 4."

I sighed. I had done a bit of anal training with myself. I had tried out the Number 1 and 2. I feel like I should have some idea of what ass-play feels like for my subs. And, I have to admit, I enjoy the pressure it puts on my prostate when I masturbate. But the Number 4 is 5.25 inches long, 4.5 inches get inserted! It's two inches in diameter at it's thickest part. That's a little over six inches around. I find the Number 4 a little intimidating. 

I sucked on the pointed tip to warm it, then pressed the tip to Blue's ass. "Relax, Blue. I will ease this in."

"Master, you're too good to me."

"That's it, Baby Blue. Now push out with your sphincter, like you're taking a shit. Good girl! There. I'm easing it inside, just twisting."

"Oh, Master. It's stretching me."

"You're probably stretched about as wide as the Number 3 right now."

"Master, maybe you should pull it out. I can run and get the Number 3. Maybe this one is too much!"

"Easy, Baby Girl. I'm not going to hurt you. Reach up and play with your clit."

"No, Master. This is a punishment."

I spanked her right butt cheek hard. It made a loud cracking sound, and Blue gasped. "I didn't ask you to play with your clit, slut. I TOLD you!"

"I'm sorry, Sir." And she reached up and began toying with her clit. 

"You are going to need a deep session soon, slut. Don't try to run your trainings or discipline, Blue. Don't dom the Dom."

"No, Master. I'm sorry, Sir."

"Think about Red. Think about Andrew. Think about your Baby Boy."

"I love them all so much."

"Think about how good it feels when Red fucks your ass."

"Mmm. Yes! It feels so good. Especially when you're in my pussy, Master."

"You took the Number 3 before you told Red to take your ass, Blue. You welcomed his cock in your butt, didn't you? You were ready for him."

"Yes, I've even made my Baby Boy fuck his Mommy's ass, many times. Sometimes without you, Sir."

"I know. What you don't tell me, Red tells me."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Don't be sorry, Blue. He's your sub too. And there are free nights when you get to set the tone for what you and Dad do. I don't want to micromanage your sex life with Dad. I don't want that much responsibility."

"Yes, Sir. But...sometimes when he's fucking my ass. I close my eyes and..."

I rubbed her ass cheek, soothing the spot where I had smacked her. I continued to gently work the large butt plug, twisting, turning, gently pressing and releasing, fucking it, millimeter by millimeter, deeper into her ass. "And what, Blue?"

"I imagine it's you filling my ass, Master." She moaned.

"I see. Have you told Red this?"

"No."

"Don't. The fantasy is fine, Baby Girl. But Dad doesn't need to know everything. Now, my cock is much bigger than Dad's. I'm at least an inch longer, and probably twice as thick."

"Oh, I know. I love your father's cock. I love fucking and sucking it and taking it in my ass. He's got a delicious, thin, graceful cock. But Master, yours..." She moaned and began rubbing her clit harder.

"Go on, Blue." Her talking about my cock was getting me excited.

"Your cock fills me and stretches me. And you know how to fuck better than your Dad. Baby Boy is learning. He's so much better than he was just a few weeks ago."

"That's because you're not afraid to tell him what you want now, and guide him to please you."

"Fuck, yes. But he'll never have your cock, Master. Your thick, long, beautiful cock!"

"Thank you, Blue. And you have a beautiful butt."

"I'm glad you like it, Sir." She wiggled her ass. 

"Imagine my father fucking your ass, Blue."

"Mmm, yes. I do love it."

"Now, imagine how much more you will need relax and stretch to welcome my thick cock in your ass."

"But I want that, Master!"

"I know, Baby Girl! Imagine my cock pressed against your ass. Imagine how much you want me to take your ass!"

"It's your ass, Daddy!" She was on the edge of cumming. "It belongs to you! You can take my ass whenever you want it!"

"Not without training, Baby Girl. Open up. Take this plug to show me your ready to take your Daddy's big, thick cock! Open up, to prove to me you're ready to get ass-fucked. Show me you're ready for my big cock!"

"Oh, fuuggh! Cumming!" As her body spasmed, I pressed the butt plug hard, and it popped inside. That sent her off on another volley of orgasmic shivers. "Oh, shit. That's big!"

I leaned down and kissed the small of Blue's back. "Good girl. I'm very proud of you. How does it feel?"

"Honestly? The orgasm was amazing. But it feels like I've got a baseball bat shoved up my ass!" She laughed, and I laughed. "This will take some getting used to."

"That is what it's there for," I said, "getting used to." I crawled up on the bed and put my head back on the pillow. "Come here," Blue crawled up the bed and kissed me. "Let's cuddle and snuggle." I scooted Blue so she was in the crook of my arm, laying on her side. Her hand hand played with my chest hair. My father is almost entirely hairless, especially since I've had him shave his pubic hair as a symbol of his submission. But Dad has no chest hair, back hair, leg hair or even armpit hair. 

"Do you need to fuck?" My Mom caressed down my chest and abs and casually stroked my firm cock and played with my balls. I was erect, but in no rush.

"Maybe in a bit. Tell me about you and Jillian, Blue."

"We had another glass of wine. Several glasses And we talked and necked on the couch for a long time. She's very sweet and can be pretty funny."

"She's a very well developed character. Dad's voice sounds just like a woman's."

"Bobby, this is serious." My mother sat up a looked me in the eyes. She continued, "But I thought maybe you could tell too, because you were just perfect with Jillian, just perfect!"

I sat up a little in bed. "What is it, Mom?"

"Jillian is not your father."

"Of course she is! She's Dad in drag."

"I don't think so. Jillian is a distinct personality. She doesn't have your father's memories."

"So you're saying Dad is psycho? A schizophrenic?"

My mother kissed my cheek. "You've never taken a psychology course, have you, Bobby. He's not schizophrenic. I think he's got Dissociative Identity Disorder. It used to be called Multiple Personalities." 

"Holy Frak! So Jillian's not a character. She's not a game. She's a totally different person?"

"Yes!"

"Dad's not just a cross dresser, or even a pre-op tranny-boy."

"I don't think those terms are polite, Bobby." My mother was scolding me. 

"Sorry, Mom." 

"I think Jillian is where your father stores the hate, anger, humiliation and pain that he's suffered at the hands of Nick, and maybe others."

"Shit! There are others? There's more?"

"I don't know. Jillian's memories aren't complete. And there are some topics she has trouble talking about. She despises your Uncle Nick. She hates your Uncle Nick with a passion. She would like to kill him. She hasn't planned to kill him. But, she's thought about it."

"I can tell she hates him. So why didn't we know about Jillian before now?"

"I'm just guessing. I wish I could take your father to a psychiatrist. But then they would ask how we found out. And we'd have to admit to being this crazy, BDSM Incest Family!" My mom was babbling. 

I caressed her breasts. "I like being this crazy, BDSM Incest Family. It's the happiest, most mentally healthy and most stable I may have ever been." I laughed, "You too!"

Blue sat up and kissed my lips. "Me too, Bobby. Master. Sir. I love you, and I won't give this up. I'm happier and feel more completely whole than I ever have been. And I think that's even truer for your father. I think we got to meet Jillian, because your father finally feels safe enough to share her with us. We found out his secret with your Uncle Nick, and we didn't judge him or reject him."

"We would never do that!"

"Yes, but that was what Nick had convinced your father. Everything had to stay secret and locked up inside Andrew, because he was convinced his world would collapse if it didn't. Jillian is one of his deepest secrets."

I sighed, trying to take it all in. "So what did you and Jillian talk about?"

"Mostly you, Bobby!" My mother touched my nose. "I think Jillian has a huge crush on you. She asked if I thought you were serious about taking her out on a date. We talked about your beautiful cock. And what a sweet, gentleman you are."

"Really? A gentleman? I sucked her pretty girlie-cock!"

"She loved that. You've never done that with your father. Why did you do that for Jillian?"

I shrugged. "This may sound weird. But, Jillian is a very beautiful woman. I'm more attracted to her than Dad. When she raised her dress and I saw the curve of her ass. The way she smiled at me and called me, Robert. The way we kissed. The way she was crying. I just wanted to comfort her. Make her feel safe and loved."

My mother passionately kissed me. She held my face between her hands and looked right into my eyes. "Ye gods, Robert! You make me so proud, and you make me so wet! I just want to fuck you so bad when you talk like that! Gods, I'm wet." She moved on top of me, her slick pussy sliding along the stiffness of my cock. "So...why didn't you fuck her?"

"I promised Dad I wouldn't fuck his ass. And I promised you I wouldn't dominate Jillian. Besides, I needed to study. And it didn't seem right to go that fast after just meeting her. I didn't want to rush things. I also thought she was a little intimidated by my cock. " 

"You're right. She's never seen one as big as yours, Bobby. But we both agree, you've got a beautiful cock." My mother reached down between us and rubbed the pre-cum burbling from my cock around on the head with her thumb. "We both got so excited talking about you, I mounted her and we made love. We were both talking about how wonderful fucking you would be when she came in my pussy."

"Oh god, Mom. I would have loved to see that."

"You'll get to, Master."

"Did she clean your pussy?" I asked.

"No, Sir." 

"Did you make Dad after he came back?"

"He was very tired and confused, that wouldn't have been right."

"Then I hope you saved it for me."

"Of course, Master. I know how much eating the spunk from my used, hungry cunt excites you."

My cock twitched and a jet of pre-cum squirted between our bellies. "It almost excites me as much as your nasty talk, Blue." 

"Mmm," Blue purred, "let me clean that." And she moved down my body, taking a moment to tease my nipples with her tongue, before slipping lower. She licked the silver-white spot on my hairy belly. She snaked her tongue in and around my belly button. My mother's huge, beautiful, grey/green eyes were looking up at me, directly into mine, with an expression of love and playfulness. Then she took my cock in her hand and teased and "cleaned" the purple mushroom head. But every time she would flick her tongue over my pee-slit, my cock would burble more pre-cum. My mother did this four or five times. My cock felt like a churning volcano, little bursts of lava gurgling up, but a much larger explosion seething, and growing beneath the surface. 

"I think my son's cock loves his mother's tongue!" Sometimes Mom enjoys playing up the Dominance and Submission aspect of our relationship. Sometimes she enjoys enjoys emphasizing it's incestuous nature.

"I think your son is desperately and deeply in love with his mother. C'mere, you. Let me clean you."

My mother moved up. "Yes, Master. I will be moving a little slower. It seems someone thought it would be a good idea to shove a baseball bat up my ass!"

I laughed. And paused to suckle and tease my mother's breasts and nipples. "And whose terrible idea was that, Blue?"

My mother laughed, "That was mine, Sir."

I bit her nipple, and my mother gasped. My mother can cum just from having her breasts played with, especially if both my father and I are loving her breasts simultaneously, or during deep and painful breast and nipple training and discipline sessions. It's delightful dominating a multi-orgasmic sub. It's doubly delightful when that sub is your gorgeous mother. And it's triply wonderful when you're deeply in love with your beautiful, submissive mother. 

I licked and cleaned down Blue's belly, scooting my mother higher and higher, until she was straddling my face. She leaned her head and forearms on the back of my high headboard, looking out the window into our back yard. She was tired. I had gotten at least five hours of sleep. 

I licked up the slick wetness on her inner thighs, and teased her labia with my lips and tongue, very lightly. "Are you tired, Blue?"

She sighed. "Not really. Jillian and I had some more wine. We talked, and necked and chatted like schoolgirls about you. She asked me if I would be jealous if she dated you." I brought my fingers up and slowly spread Blue's pussy lips. The aroma of her arousal and the semen inside her was strong. My mother continued, "I lied and said I wouldn't be jealous." I tenderly kissed her cunt and blew a soft stream of air into her vagina. A droplet of cum, semen and my mother's juices gathered and grew at the opening of her sex. 

"Jealous?" I asked. But I closed my eyes and extended my tongue, waiting for the first droplets of sex to hit my mouth. 

My mother looked down, saw what I was waiting for. "Oh Bobby, you're so fucking sexy, and you're not even trying." She reached down with her right hand, spreading her pussy lips more. and teased her clitoris. "I shouldn't say this, but I am so in love with you." A droplet hit my tongue. I took that as my cue to open my eyes and press my tongue deep inside. "Thank you, Master. I've been saving that beautiful woman's hot cum for you! Lick me. Clean me out. Get me ready to be fucked by the man I love! I don't deserve you, Master! Fuuggh!" 

I pulled my head away. "No cumming, Blue."

"Fuck, no! Master? Bobby? Please! I need this one. Yellowcard! I know I have been a bad sub. I know I shouldn't be jealous. You're the Master and you can fuck who you want whenever you want."

I pulled my mother back down on top of me. I kissed her tenderly to quiet her. "Shh. Blue. It's OK. I'm going to let you cum. But I want you to cum with me. You don't need to be jealous of Jillian."

"This is silly."

I kissed her again, "No, it's not silly."

"I'm so conflicted. Jillian and I drank and talked. I was still naked and she was still in that dress. We kissed and cuddled. She loved up my breasts. Oh it was like she was worshiping them. It felt so good. Then we both masturbated me together. She kept talking about how beautiful and perfect my pussy and tits are. How I'm her ideal woman. A goddess!"

I kissed Blue's lips. "She wasn't exaggerating. You are a goddess," I sighed, teasing my mother's nipples.

"So I came hard. And then we both sort of passed out, cuddled together on the couch. We slept together for three and a half hours or so. I was so happy waking up in Jillian's arms. I was glad she hadn't disappeared. I took her into the Master bedroom. And again, she thought it might be because I wanted her to leave. I told her that I had been naked for hours, and that I wanted to see her naked too. She said that having a dress on made her feel more like a real woman. I told that she was a very special, very real woman with a perfect a girlie-cock. She knows she's a woman with a man's body. I asked her if I could see her naked if we just pretended she has a pussy too. She relaxed and agreed. I took off her dress and the garter and stockings. She didn't want to take off the bra. We lay down on the bed together on our stomachs, talking. And I started touching her ass. I asked if I could kiss her 'pussy.' And I went down and kissed and tongued her asshole, saying how much I loved pleasing my girlfriend's 'pussy.' I wasn't lying either. She was cooing and ahhing, and was writhing and wriggling her pretty ass all over. I asked her if she was rubbing her excited clit on the bed. She admitted she was. I asked her to roll over, so we could rub our clits together. She did, I mounted her. At first I just rubbed my clit on the head of her cock. We were talking about you, how much I love getting fucked by you, and making love with you. Jillian wondered if she would ever have the feeling of be lovingly fucked She wants the feeling of someone making love with her, not just using her, and raping her. I promised that would happen, even if I had to use a strap-on. She laughed and kissed me. And that's when it happened. Her cock slipped inside my pussy. Oh god, it felt so good! I groaned and then said I was sorry. Jillian said she was sorry too. She was sorry she couldn't be a real girl for me. I asked her if it felt good, to be inside me. She said it felt very good to her penis, but the better it felt for her cock, the more disconnected she felt from herself, from her own body and gender. Fucking me made her sad. But I couldn't help it. Her cock felt so good, I kept fucking her until I came. And when I came, that set her off with her own cum. She ejaculated deep inside me. I could see she felt happy for my pleasure, but completely lost and confused by her own. Bobby, I was cumming and she was cumming, but she was sad. And I felt horrible, but I was cumming. I apologized and she apologized. She was crying, so that set me off too. And then, I was crying. And she said she probably should leave. So we went into the bathroom. She washed off her makeup, while I washed her penis with a washcloth. I know, Sir, I should always use my mouth. But I felt like that wasn't right this time. So I just kissed her and told her I love her. I do, Sir. I love her so much. And she kissed me and said she loved me too. Then she asked me to help take off her bra while she took off her wig. And by the time they were off, I could feel your father coming back into himself. He was confused. Andrew asked what time it was and what day it was. He didn't know what day it was! He asked if I was mad, and when I said no, he asked if I liked Jillian. I said she was a beautiful woman, and charming too. I said that I loved Jillian and hoped we could be girlfriends. That seemed to please your dad. But he was very tired, groggy and confused. So I got him some jammy bottoms and a t-shirt and tucked him in bed. And when he fell asleep, I prepped myself and came up here for punishment and training. I need my Master to help sort this all out."




The Blue Life Ch. 05: After Jillian



It all spilled out like a confession. She was crying. I kissed her and rolled her into her back. Blue groaned a little when the butt plug hit the mattress. "Marjorie McMillan, you are forgiven."

"I don't want to be forgiven. I need to be punished, or worse. I practically raped my husband's female personality. I came twice without your permission, Sir. I find out my husband is seriously mentally disturbed, and I don't want to cure him at all. I just want to have an orgy with all his fucking personalities. I'm sick!"

"Mom, you are not sick." I kissed her lips and chuckled. My mother shook her head, refusing to be comforted. 

"I'm in love with my son! I had an affair behind my husband's back. I fuck my son all the time! I'm his sexual submissive! I encouraged him to cuckold and then dominate his own father! I have a baseball bat shoved up my ass! I'm sick!"

I grabbed Blue's face and forced her to look in my eyes. "Blue! STOP! You are my submissive and you will speak when spoken to. Understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Stand up to the side of the bed, feet spread, hands behind your back," I commanded. "Don't fix your hair. There's nothing wrong with your hair. Stick out your chest. No slouching. Show off your tits. Be proud of them. They are the sexiest tits I've ever seen. Act like that."

She silently obeyed. 

"We don't have time for a deep training. You don't surprise your Master out of his sleep begging for punishment and a deep training. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Baby Girl, I'm in no mood to bind you and train you. We are going to go old fashioned with this one. We are going old school. So for this session, you will call me, 'Daddy.' Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"You've been a bad little girl, haven't you, Princess?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"And what happens to bad girls, Baby Girl."

"Their daddies spank them, Daddy?"

"That's right, naughty Baby Girls get spanked by their Daddy." I sat on the edge of my bed. I grabbed my mother's wrist and pulled her over my lap. "Here's how this will work, Princess. I am going to spank your naughty ass! We will not count and you will not thank me for your spankings. You will not scream or beg or try to get away. If I think you are making too much noise or fuss, I will get up, go shower by myself and then head for the gym. And you can just sit and stew all day, until I decide to come home."

"Yes, Daddy."

"You will list all the naughty things that you have done, Baby Girl! And I will spank you once for each one. We will stop when you stop listing. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I came two times without your permission."

"That's two spanks. Baby Girl." I spanked each firm, round cheek once.

"I woke you up this morning, and I forgot to have your cock in my mouth."

Smack!

"I seduced my Daddy's new girlfriend, because I wanted to fuck her first."

Spank!

"I'm jealous! I'm afraid my Daddy is going to fuck his new girlfriend's ass before he fucks his Princess's butt-hole!"

Spank! I could tell the over-sized butt-plug wedged in my Baby Girl's ass was making the spanking even more intense. But I was not easing up on the spankings at all. If anything, it made me bring my hand down harder.

The list went on for at least fifteen to twenty spanks. They ended with her weeping, saying "I'm such a Baby Girl-slut!" Spank. "Daddy, this spanking has me on the edge of cumming. But I won't cum without your permission. I swear!"

I didn't spank her. Instead, I twisted the plug in my Baby Girl's ass. "You've taken your punishment well, Baby Girl. You are forgiven. Understand?" I continued to twist the butt plug, but reached between her legs with my free hand and began to frig her clit hard.

She began to gasp. "Gah. Gah. Gah!" A sure sign that she was on the precipice of orgasm, but was trying desperately not to cum. "If my Princess needs to cum getting spanked then Daddy wants you to..." I let go of the plug and spanked her ass again. "Cum, NOW," I commanded, "Baby Girl, CUM!" I shouted it. And she did. She came, screaming and bucking on my lap. Just as I thought she had hit her peak and was coming down, I jammed two fingers in her cunt and spanked her again! "Keep cumming, Princess!" She gasped and her orgasm shot up another level, squeezing my fingers in her cunt. I pressed at her G spot with my fingers, and rubbed her clit with my thumb, pinching her cunt in it's most sensitive spots between my thumb and fingers.. "Cum!" And I spanked her again. Her body shook like it had been shocked. Her back was covered with sweat. She shuddered and gasped.

I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to stroke her hair, or her back or her beet red ass cheeks. But it seemed like my Baby Girl had become one giant exposed nerve. Every touch was just too much for her. She gulped and gasped, wept and shook. "Thank you, Daddy. Holy fuck! Thank you, Daddy! Oh geez, I've never cum like that! Holy fuuuuhhck!"

I smiled and let her soul float back down and settle into her body. Her breathing came under control. I touched the small of her back, and she didn't flinch. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you. That was just very intense."

"Are you feeling better?"

I helped her stand. "Much. I feel calmer," she said, "Less guilty. More sane. More clear headed. Like the world is in focus. Plus, I just had a orgasm that should probably be measured on the Richter Scale." 

I laughed. "Good, because now it's my turn." I reached over and got the bottle of SlickLube. I put a large cold dollop in my hand and began greasing my stiff, thick, six and a half inches. "Blue?"

My mother smiled. "Yes, Sir."

"Kneel in front of me, but no touching."

"Yes, Master. Your cock looks bigger, slicked up like that."

"I'm very glad you like it."

"I love it, Daddy. Are you going to jack off on your Baby Girl's titties?" She pressed her tits together, bit her lip, and made the sexiest pout.

"Mmm. Very tempting, Baby Girl. But this will be even better, Blue."

"Do you want to give me a facial? You could cum on my tongue, and in my eyes and in my hair."

"Ew. No. I don't think I'm into that, Mom!"

Mom laughed. "Good. Me neither. You can give your father a facial."

"I would not do that to Dad "

"You could watch me clean him up after!"

"Then, I might do that to Dad. He would love that." We laughed. "But not to Jillian. She's too sweet."

Mom smiled. "She is sweet. OK, Sir. What are you going to do with your massive cock?"

"Marjorie, look deep into my eyes."

My mom stopped and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot, from crying and lack of sleep. I still have never seen prettier eyes ever. She batted her long eyelashes, "Yes, Robert?"

"Marjorie, I would like to kiss you."

"I would like that very much, Robert." And she leaned in so just our lips met in a brief, dry kiss. 

"I am so in love with you, Miss Marjorie Sturdevant." I used her maiden name. 

Our foreheads were touching. "And I am very much in love with you, Master Robert Andrew McMillan."

I quickly kissed her again, still stroking my slicked cock. "Good, because I am going to gently make love to you, Marjorie." 

"Mmm. That sounds wonderful, Robert." My mother smiled, and then pouted. "But, Houston, we have a problem." She chuckled. "While I wasn't looking, someone seems to have jammed a Louisville Slugger up my ass!"

I snorted a laugh and smiled broadly. "Oh my, Marjorie! We had better take care of that. Because, I plan to lovingly make love to your ever loving, beautiful butt."

My mother looked at me sideways. "Huh?" She whispered. "Did you just say you're going to finally fuck my ass, Master?"

I nodded, and my mother passionately kissed me. Her breasts pressed into my chest. I opened my mouth and our tongues met as my mother excitedly push hers in my mouth.

"Up on the bed, Blue. It's time. I'm ready."

My mother stroked my shaft. She could feel my excitement, how hard I was. "You are ready. And I'm ready too"

She kissed me quickly, then climbed up on the bed with her head down, her beautiful round butt in the air, and legs spread.

I got up behind her and caressed the cheeks of her butt. They were still red and warm from her spanking. My hand still throbbed a little, so her butt would still be sensitive. My mother purred, a moan deep in her chest.

I grabbed the base of the butt plug. "OK, Honey. Relax. But bear down and help press this out. One, two, three." And with less resistance than going in, I probably uncomfortably, but painlessly pulled the plug out. I was curious. I smelled the plug. It smelled of silicone, and the warmth of my mother, and the lube, but it was a clean smell. Mom's enema had left her clean and ready. I took two lubed fingers and circled her pucker. I pressed them inside.

My mother groaned. "Yes. I'm ready. Fuck me."

I lightly kissed her butt cheek. "Not this way, Blue. On your back. Roll over."

"Master? You're still going to fuck my ass?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Will it work this way?"

"I'm pretty sure. Prop a pillow under your butt. Now spread your legs." I ran my hands along the curve of her thighs. "Grab your legs behind your knees. I want you this way, because I need to look into your eyes when I enter you."

I looked down at my Mom. Even in this awkward position, she still was graceful, stunningly beautiful, and incredibly sexy.

"Oh Mom, you're perfect!"

"Son," my mother looked into my eyes and said, "Bobby, Robert, My Love, and My Master. All that I am, I offer fully to you. You have my heart." I pressed the head of my cock to her rosebud. I leaned forward. My mother looked into my eyes with love, lust, and devilish humor, and I said, "You have my heart, Robert, so...take...my...ass!" She grinned and laughed. I grinned and pressed harder. The head of my cock popped inside her pucker. My mother gasped. 

I leaned forward and placed my hands on the bed on either side of my mother's chest. I got up on my toes on the bed, like a push-up position. The only part of my body touching my mother was the tip of my cock buried in her ass. I eased inside. 

"You're so strong, Robert. Your penis feels so big. But I love having you inside me. Oh, yes! You're filling me up so much. This feels so wonderful"

My knees came down to the bed. My mother let go of her knees and her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in deeper and deeper. I kissed her lips. My cock was being grabbed and pulled. It was so tight and hot and loving and sexy and nasty. I pressed myself all the way in, and began to work with just little thrusts. I was afraid anything more would have had me cumming. 

"Mom, I love you so much." 

"Oh, I love you more."

"When I first took you, I was not a virgin."

"I knew that, Bobby. " 

"And I had played some games with tying up and spankings. But you are the first woman who I needed to have fully and formally submit to me."

"No, Master. I needed that. Your Dominance is a gift to me. I am your slave, your slut, your fuck-toy, your cum-bucket, your Baby Girl, your Blue for life. I was a virgin when I married your father. He was my first. But you were the first to ever cum in my mouth or to give me oral sex. And I love your father. But I wanted you to be the first to have my ass, Bobby."

"I know, Mom. I just thought Dad should be the first."

"He felt amazing. It was a gift. And I'm glad you were there deep in my cunt to feel each inch of your father slide inside me. I'm glad I got to share that with you."

"Blue, I love you. And I will never share you casually with others." 

"Wait. There will be others? More than you, and your father, and now Jillian? I don't know, Sir."

I began to stroke faster, harder. "You're the submissive, Blue. It's not yours to decide."

"I can always Redcard the whole idea! I can always just refuse to do something. I can't believe you would wait until you were ass-fucking your mother to tell her you will be pimping her out as your personal...orgy-slut!"

I laughed. My mother was angry. It had put the squeeze on my cock. I could feel her ass tense up on my dick. And it actually felt kind of good. I kissed her to quiet her, and gave her a long hard thrust of my cock to bring her back into the moment. "I will never, what did you say? Pimp you? Or make you my orgy-slut. On a side-note, God I love fucking your ass!"

"Mmm. It feels amazing, but don't change the subject." 

"Why haven't I been fucking your ass for months?" I asked.

My mother looked at me quizzically. "I don't know. I've been begging you."

"I remember. Because I was scared. And I wanted my first time having anal sex to be perfect with you."

My mother grabbed my face and looked me in the eyes. "I'm your first? You're a butt-fucking virgin, Bobby?" I smiled and my mother beamed back, a look of pride, joy, and love in her eyes. "But you're so good, Master. Why did you wait? Haven't you wanted to fuck your mom's ass?"

"Yes. Desperately. And for a long time." I admitted. 

"Oh dear! And how long have you dreamed of being your mother's Dominant, her Master, and turning me into you personal sex slave, fuck-toy and orgy-slut?" She emphasized the last words by reaching down, grabbing my butt, and pulling me deeper inside.

"My fantasies of Dominating you started about eight months ago. And you gave them to me, Blue." 

"It's nice to know a mother can still have some influence on her son. Oh, fuck. Fuck me harder! Fuck! So who are you planning to share me with, Master?"

"I-I'm so close," my voice started to pitch higher the way it does when I'm getting ready to cum.

My mom pulled me deep inside, but stopped rocking her hips. "Robert Andrew McMillan, you are not going to cum in your mother's ass until you tell me what others you plan to have me fuck, young man!"

I chuckled. "Think about it, Mom. I'm never going to give up having sex with you, and Dad, and now, Jillian. But you don't want to be married to me. You've told me I should go out and find another steady girlfriend. Eventually you want to see me married and giving you grandchildren. But, I am not about to ever give you up, Blue. I'm never going to want to stop fucking you. So I may have to share you with someone else, my girlfriend or my wife."

"But, what if she's not into this kinky stuff? What if she doesn't understand?"

"Then I hope you will help me seduce her, whoever she might be. Because I'm not going to fuck around behind my girlfriend's back."

My mother thought about the possibilities. A smile crossed her face. Her hips began to roll again, welcoming me to actively fuck into her again. "How will we introduce her to Jillian?"

"Very carefully. So...you approve?"

"You've seriously thought about this, Bobby? It will be dangerous letting someone else in on your family's secrets and games."

"Yes, Mom. I have thought about this. And I will be very careful, very selective, and very discreet. OK?"

"I will need to think about this."

"Reach down between us, Blue. Rub your clit. I want you to cum with me this time."

"Yes, Master." She reached down and started rubbing her clit hard. "But I'm very close. Gods, you feel so good filling my ass!" 

"Good. Because I'm even closer to cumming now." I paused. And I looked deeply into my mother's eyes. "Marjorie Sturdevant, I love you so much. May I cum deep inside you?"

"You never have to ask, Master."

"Then, I need you to cum now, Blue. I want you ride this feeling out with me. Now!"

"Oh f-f-Fuuuuuhck, yes! Oh, Robert! Give me your love. Empty your love inside me! Fuck! Cum in your Mommy's ass! Yes! I'm cumming so hard!"

I felt my mother quiver and spasm underneath me, and so I stopped holding back my own orgasm, and let the mental dam I had placed on my pleasure break completely. And when I finally came I pushed in deep, my head swam with love and lust and that deep need to cum. That all built up through my entire body and I erupted. The dam broke and the volcano exploded. All the metaphors got mixed and slammed together hard! My cock pumped four, five, six times. It felt like I had cum a huge amount, bucketfuls. My mother's insides became hotter and more slick with my seed. I started to withdraw, but the tight friction made me realize I had more orgasm left to give my love. I thrust back in and shot, seven, eight, nine times. My balls ached as they rapidly emptied. But I did the same thing again, until my cock was pumping, but there was nothing left to come out. 

I looked at my Mom. Her eyes were closed. She was concentrating. It was like she was trying to memorize this moment of pleasure, so she could savor it later, forever. I began weeping and laughing at the same time. My emotions were on a roller coaster ride.

"I love you, Mom. That was better than I ever fantasized."

"Mmm," she purred, and opened her large green eyes and looked into mine. "And I love you, Master. That was perfect! So loving, and so nasty too. Will you take my ass face to face the next time, Sir?"

"Nope."

My mother put on her little girl pout. "No?"

I smiled. "Nope. Because the next time I take your ass, Blue, your husband or Jillian is going to be buried, balls deep in your cunt."

My mother's eyes rolled back, as she imagined the scene. "Oh geez! Yes, Master!"



The Blue Life Ch. 06: Red's Life



This is a work of fiction. All the characters are 18+. There are themes of Incest, BDSM and bisexuality in the story. If any of this stuff turns you off, stroke on to another story. This chapter contains some major character development, but not much climactic sex. I thought about combining this with the next chapter, but then it seemed too long. Ratings and comments are welcome.

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I woke up with Mom in my bed. Normally, when I wake up with Mom in my bed, she has my cock in her mouth. It’s our routine. She is normally my alarm clock. Not that there’s anything “normal” about regularly waking up to oral pleasure from your mother. But Mom is my sexual submissive. She enjoys her tasks. It's a great start to our day. We don’t end up having sex every morning. Most mornings, I won’t finish in her mouth. Some mornings, we make love. Other mornings I might discipline her and we might have rough sex. We play it by ear, depending on our moods and our schedules. Often, I have classes in the morning I have to get to, or work for classes that needs to get done, and there isn't time for sex. But that just leaves us both with a hunger that lasts all day long. What we have time for and what we could do with each other used to depend on whether Dad was in the house or traveling for business, or off to work on an early commute, because we had been hiding our affair. But thankfully, those days of hiding and sneaking around Dad's back are over.

Early this morning, Mom had come to me in the middle of the night. She was feeling guilty, confused and unsettled. I’m her Master, her sexual dominant, so I calmed her down with some discipline and then lovemaking. My mother orgasmed from both, and then we fell back asleep in each other's arms, together in my bed.

My mother and I had had a sexual affair behind my father’s back that only lasted about three months. Well, technically, it was six months. But for the first three months of that, Mom and I only corresponded through the internet, chat rooms, instant messages, and emails. Then later, it was voice chats and phone sex. So for the first three months or so, our sexual relationship was almost completely virtual, not directly physical. But, it had rapidly progressed from sharing mutual fantasies, to mutual, simultaneous masturbation, and then to games of Dominance and submission. Small things at first, Truth or Dare games. Challenges. Then later, tasks. Finally, it was a promise of devotion and complete submission and servitude. My mother promised to be my slut, servant and slave online, before she even knew who her Master really was! It was either a major leap of faith on my mother's part, or she strongly suspected her online Dom was me, her son.

At first I convinced myself that I was acting something like a sex therapist for Mom. She was relieving her sexual tension and frustration. And then later, when her tasks involved joining a gym and getting healthier, I thought of myself as a Life Coach. I saw that Mom’s physical transformation was giving her a boost of confidence and pride. And she was clearly happier.

I started to encourage her to get a new wardrobe too. We would Fantasy Window Shop online together for dresses or swimwear. Later it became lingerie and sex toys. I was surprised one day, when my Mom sent me a picture of herself in a brightly colored, floral print dress. The neckline wasn't daring, but it was lower than all of Mom’s frump-wear. She had been stuck in a rut of wearing drab, unflattering, matronly clothing for years. It hid her body. And the colors were frankly depressing. I had asked her why she wore those kinds of clothes. And she said it was because she didn't feel pretty, and didn't want to call attention to herself.

Well, my mom was wrong. She’s beyond pretty. She’s gorgeous. She just didn't know it. She still doesn't know just how jaw-droppingly stunning she is now. She’s tall, at 5’9”, and has shapely, longs legs. Her flowing auburn hair and flashing green eyes frame and highlight a face that could belong to a model or actress. So, as her secret online confidante, I encouraged Mom's transformation. I encouraged her to get new clothes, to lose a little weight, to get out and socialize more, and to masturbate more frequently. I know, that last one might seem strange. But I thought that getting in touch with her sexuality, and becoming attuned to her body was an integral part of her self-confidence. Plus, Mom would give me accounts of her progress online, including describing her masturbation sessions. And that was fucking hot! We started using her orgasms as motivational tools. We set a goal of losing twenty-five pounds. After she lost a couple pounds, she seemed to plateau. I suggested that for every pound she lost, I would give her some creative and exciting way to orgasm. After she lost 10 pounds was the first time we had phone sex. 

I discovered that Mom is very suggestible. And that she can delay orgasm, pretty much just by telling her not to cum. And that, given the proper outside stimulation, she can also then cum on command. Both she and I find that incredibly exciting.

Mom rapidly went through a complete metamorphosis. She blossomed. She wasn't as shy. She was more self assured. She began to wear brighter, sexier clothing. Her whole demeanor changed. I noticed, of course I noticed, I was guiding her transformation. But my Dad didn't seem to notice at all! This frustrated my Mom. As her son, I noticed. I would compliment her new dresses, or her new hairstyle. I would encourage her with her workouts, and congratulate her on her progress. But, the more I did to validate Mom's successes, the more Dad seemed like an emotional cypher in comparison. Sometimes I gave my Mom back or leg massages, when her muscles would knot up. I tried to keep from letting on that just touching her excited me beyond rational thought. Mom appreciated the attention. And because she thought Her son was flirting with her, she began flirting back.

Anyway, I was in a position of power. I was interacting with Mom as both her son, and as her anonymous, online confidante, masturbation partner, Life Coach, and eventually her Dom, and sexual Master. She confessed her attraction to her son, and her fantasies of Incest. As her confidante, I assured her that those sorts of fantasies were normal. That there was little harm in fantasizing. And frankly, I encouraged those fantasies. I challenged her to slowly take things farther and farther with her son. I would set her with little “flirtation tasks” to see if she could elicit a compliment from her son. Or later, as things heated up and became more brazen, to allow her son to “catch” her, wearing only a robe and with wet hair, as if she had just stepped from the shower.

Sometimes the challenges were to tease her husband with a quick flash of her breasts or to wear a sexy nighty to bed. Unfortunately, those tasks met with little success from my father’s reactions. He was either just too depressed or repressed to respond appropriately. This was the most frustrating element of Mom’s transformation. Because as she truly blossomed and came to love her newer, sexier self, the man she had chosen to share her life with just didn’t seem to notice or care!

And that started a cycle of Mom increasingly turning to her flirting with her Son, and serving her online Master to validate the woman she was becoming. By the time we agreed to finally “meet” face-to-face, I believe Mom had come to suspect, hope, fantasize, and pray that the Man she had allowed to open her sexually, and awaken this new woman inside, the Man who had captured her spirit and seemed to rule her desire was actually her Son! I’ve come to suspect that Mom had been consciously or subconsciously transforming me as well over those months, to be the epitome of her fantasies, the sexual Dominant of her desires.

After I revealed myself as my mother’s Master, we had a brief “Honeymoon Period” of exploration sex, and celebration sex, and sex and sex and sex and sex. It was glorious! I gave Mom her submissive name, "Blue." I named her and claimed her.

But, sneaking around behind Dad’s back rapidly began to eat away at both me and especially my Mom. I also felt stifled as a Dominant. What’s the point of establishing Dominance and Control if you have to hide it?

So, I made the decision to reveal our affair to Dad. But I wasn't just confessing our sexual relationship. I refused to feel guilty for making Blue happy and fulfilled. I was declaring my new position as Mom’s Master to Dad. Maybe it's Oedipal, but I was declaring that I was the sexual Master of the House. I was ready to let the chips fall, and we could deal with the consequences. I didn’t know if that would mean Mom and Dad getting divorced. I wasn’t hoping for that. I actually had this strange notion that by taking my Mom as my submissive, I was saving their marriage. 

I love my Dad. He just wasn’t satisfying Mom. He wasn’t giving enough to his family. I didn’t know if revealing our new D/s (Dominance and submission) relationship would mean me having to leave their house. I didn’t know if my Dad would have a seizure or breakdown. The last thing I expected to happen is what actually happened. Dad completely accepted my new role as Master of the House! He didn't find the stark reality, of seeing me fuck his wife, as cruel. He thought it was amazing and beautiful. And the one thing I had never considered as a possibility happened, and my father became my sexual submissive as well! 

It was mind blowing. A transformation, relationship and commitment that took months to develop with Mom, I had somehow gotten that same commitment from my Dad in just one very intense night. I didn’t even know my Dad was bisexual! I had no clue that I was even a little bisexual!  And I’m not sure how bisexaul I am really. Maybe I’m just rationalizing things. But I don’t feel a strong sexual attraction to my father, or other men in general. But, I do have this strong sexual response to being Dominant. So, in a group scene with my mother and father, commanding him to please her is awesome. Instructing him to guide his son’s cock into his wife’s pussy is this power-thrill for me. And yes, having him submissively clean my cock after sex or “fluff me” (give me oral sex as a precursor to fucking my Mom) is a massive turn on. But, Dad had never brought me to orgasm. And neither of us had, well, fucked each other. 

Dad had said that he had submissively committed his ass to his brother. That he could be my submissive, but he would not allow me to fuck him. That was fine, because I didn't really want to fuck my Dad, especially if he wasn't interested! Because, I wasn't about to force my submissives to do something that they're not into. That's not submission, that's coercion. I also have this strange notion that if I wanted my father to respect the relationship of Dominance  and submission that I have with Blue (his wife), I had to try to respect Dad's sexually submissive relationship with his my Uncle Nick. The only problem with that is, the more I learn about Dad's relationship with Nick, the more abusive, twisted, and sick it seems. Nick doesn't respect my Dad. So why should I respect Nick, or that twisted relationship? 

I came downstairs that morning wearing sweat pants and a "Ramones" t-shirt. I was headed to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I noticed dad sitting sullenly at the dinner table. He was already dressed, but not to go into work. He had on tan khakis, a red polo and brown deck shoes. He had a coffee and toast in front of him, but neither one was touched. 

It was Saturday morning. I didn't have school. And Dad didn't have to go into the office, although he often did. Dad is a workaholic. He’s built a very successful Accounting and Actuarial Firm, McMillan Business Solutions. It’s a small company with a growing list of larger clients. I was just surprised Dad was up and still in the house, but things had been rapidly changing around our house.

“Good Morning, Dad! I’m getting some coffee. Can I join you for breakfast?”

No response. Just a blank stare at his own food. I was worried. I forgot my own breakfast for the moment and sat down at the table with him. I touched his hand. “Dad? You OK?”

Nothing.

“Are you mad? Dad?” Nothing seemed to be getting through. I tried something else. “Red,” I said. I used his submissive name, the name I generally only use to establish sexual dominance, when I’m wanting him to follow instructions. “Red, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir.” My Dad said it blankly, still staring at his coffee.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was still worried.

“Red, Dad, I’d like to talk with you. Are you up for that?”

My father looked at me. “Your mother is in your bed. Does your mother hate me now? Do you hate me now?” It looked like my Dad was on the edge of tears, but had forgotten how to cry a long time ago. It was a very strange and heart-breaking expression. 

I reached out and held his left hand. “No, Dad. We both love you very much. Very much. Mom was just confused about last night. She came upstairs in the middle of the night. We talked. I disciplined her. She settled down. So Blue and I made love and we fell back asleep. Are you upset about that? Are you mad about last night?”

My father closed his eyes. “You met Jillian. Right?”

“Yes, both Mom and I met Jillian. She's nice. Do you remember any of that?”  

"Not really. I remember showing your mother how to walk in her heels. I remember her being disappointed in me, because I knew how to walk in them better than she can." 

"That's not how it happened, Dad. We were both impressed with how well you walk in Mom's heels. Mom was upset that she's still so clumsy in her "Fuck Me"-heels. And you said you had more practice wearing heels. And we asked you how. So you, well, you introduced us to Jillian." 

It's hard to describe Jillian. I thought Jillian was a character that Dad was role playing. He's very good at that, at play acting and taking on the mannerisms and voices of others. So, when I first met Jillian, I thought she was just my Dad in drag. But she’s more than that. I thought Jillian was just my father, wearing one of my mother's dresses, a wig and some light make-up. But, she didn't look like a drag queen, at least not how I think of drag queens. In fact she didn't even look much like my Dad. She looked like a refined, thoroughly feminine, charming and very attractive woman. She's lovely. Jillian is actually more pleasant and charismatic than my Dad. She seems a little shy, or maybe I should say demure, but she’s also more caring, friendly and warm than my Dad too. She's soft and feminine. She's fully a woman, but she has my Dad's body. I find the whole thing pretty confusing, because I also find Jillian very attractive. I'm attracted to her sexually. And that's not how I regularly feel about my Dad. I didn't really want to fuck Dad, or at least I didn't up until last night. But, last night changed everything again. 


Later, my mother convinced me that Dad probably has Multiple Personalities. She calls it Dissociative Identity Disorder.  My mother had majored in psychology before she married my Dad and dropped out of school. Blue is convinced Jillian is a woman, and not exactly my Dad at all, or that she’s a hidden portion of my Dad that he had never felt comfortable enough to share with us before now. So, Jillian is actually a woman, maybe a transsexual woman trapped in my father's male body! I know! It's very confusing. I didn't know if Jillian would want to have a sex change. I just know, she’s not exactly comfortable with having a penis, and not having breasts.

I’m not gay. At least, I don’t think I’m gay. But, I’m very attracted to Jillian. Maybe I'm bisexual. Seeing her as fully a woman, it partly explained my attraction to Jillian, and my eagerness to take her slender, feminine girlie-cock in my mouth to please her. Yeah, I did that. I think I'm drawn to her femininity. And I think she has a mutual attraction for me that we’d both like to explore. I mean, I'm pretty sure there's a spark there. I can imagine making love with Jillian. And I think she might enjoy that too. But I just don't know how that would work, since I had promised Dad I would not try to fuck his ass. It's a very strange and incredibly kinky dilemma. I never said my family was normal.

Look, I understand intellectually that Jillian is my Dad. But seeing her, touching her, and kissing her doesn't feel like my Dad at all. I have to admit. I'm feeling more than a little infatuated with my father's secondary personality! I had only met Jillian the night before. But I think I have a crush on her. Blue says that Jillian thinks I'm really cute and sexy too. This was definitely going to be a serious problem.

My father was expressionless. “So now you know," is all he said.

"Know what, Dad?"

"You and your mother know that I'm a freak." He said it like it was just a cold fact. 

"It’s strange. Sure. You’ve just found a unique way to deal with life, Dad. That’s all.” I was trying to reassure him, and cheer him up. “Jillian is a part of you. And Mom and I love ALL of you. Get it? You're not a freak, Dad. At least, you're no more freaky than me or Mom."

"Don't talk that way about your mother, Bobby," Dad said, not quite sternly, but with the most life than I had seen Him display that morning. "You're mother is perfect!" 

"You'll get no arguments from me on that, Dad."

We sat in silence for a long while. 

Finally, I said, "I like Jillian."

"You do?"

"She's family. I love her. But maybe not as much as Mom loves her. But Jillian’s very kind and sweet. And, I just want to get to know her and kind of take care of her." I got tired of staring at my Dad's coffee and toast. I got up to get something for myself.

My Dad got up and followed me. "What do you mean, Marjorie is in love with Jillian now?"

I got out a bagel and put it in the toaster. "What's not to love! Jillian is sweet and funny. Jillian loves you, Dad. Plus, she's very pretty. I think she's pretty sexy. Mom thinks she's hot."

Dad scowled at me. "Did you make her do things?"

"Mom told me not to try and dominate Jillian. And later Mom said I had acted like a perfect gentleman. So, no." My bagel popped up from the toaster. And I put a pod in the coffeemaker 

"Uh, good."

"But Jillian and I have plans to go out sometime."

"Like, on a date?" My Dad seemed totally baffled by the concept.

"Yeah, Dad. I know you're busy with work and stuff. But, maybe we can look at your calendar. It doesn't need to be anything major. Maybe dinner and a movie. Or she might like to go out for a bike ride and a picnic. We could see each other in the afternoon."

My Dad looked confused and hurt. "You really like her? Like, like-her like her? Like a girlfriend?"

I buttered my bagel, put cream in my coffee and carried my stuff back into the dining room. "Dad, I take Mom out on Dates, usually once or twice a week. I think Jillian should get to have fun too."

"You're crazy, Bobby. That couldn't work!"

I took a bite of my bagel and shrugged. "We'll see. We need to get Jillian a better set of tits and a much better wig. She hates her wig and tits. Do you know that? Mom and Jillian were giggling about getting matching lingerie. Can you imagine seeing them together like that? That would be so great. So hot." I looked at my Dad, realizing what I had said. “I guess you can’t see that. Well, I could take a picture and show you later."

"You're serious! You can't be serious!" Dad was very angry now.

My mother came downstairs, naked. Her hair was messy, literally fucked-up. There were bags under her eyes, and she was walking with a bit of a tired, flat footed, zombie-shuffle. "Are you two arguing?" She asked. She stretched her hands over her head, arched her back and then casually flattened her hair down with her fingers. He hands trailed down her body. She briefly rubbed her breasts, as she ran her hands down. It didn’t look like she was overtly trying to call attention to her perfect breasts, the curve of her waist, or the swell of her hips. It was just a morning stretch. But, it was even sexier for being so casual.




The Blue Life Ch. 07: Mistress Blue



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+ years old. This story contains themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance and submission, and bisexuality. If those subjects are a turn off, just move on to another story. If you have read all six previous chapters, thank you. Favorites, Comments and Ratings are appreciated.

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"I have a list of demands, and these are all negotiable. But, then again, you are not any position to negotiate. And I'm warning you now, your ass is going to get fucked, Worm!" My mother was right. My father was at a disadvantage. He was naked, on his hands and knees on the dining room table. His wrists and ankles were bound by Velcro cuffs with D-rings. And those were tied with cotton rope to the four legs of the table. I had improvised the set up quickly, on orders from my Mistress, my Mom. Mom continued, "All of these things are going to happen. The order in which they happen is negotiable. Some of these things will happen this afternoon. Some of these things will happen over the next few months and even years, but they will be agreed to today. Do you understand, Worm?"

My father looked at her with an expression of confusion and anger, bordering on defiance. "No, Mommy. I don't understand."

My mother nodded at me. I was dressed in a Fantasy Warrior get-up, like off the cover of a Romance Novel. I had on modified tartan kilt. It was armored in front and back with a rough leather loincloth and a chain-mail "V" at the crotch in front. I looked like an extra from a cross between Braveheart and Conan the Barbarian. The warrior's kilt was belted high on my waist with a wide leather belt. Mistress explained that she wanted me to be able to be fully erect without having to raise my belt, and without tenting the kilt. That's also why I had on a black, spandex thong underneath the kilt.. I was also wearing leather bracers a my wrists, and a black Executioner's Hood. I could see through the hood, but it completely hid my face. It's simple, classic, and very ominous looking. Mistress instructed me to never speak when wearing the hood, and to never don or remove the hood where anyone could see me. I am supposed to remain anonymous, even though it's obvious "The Executioner" is me. My mother's idea of what Bondage and Discipline should be about is a lot more costumed, ritualized, darker and scarier than mine. I looked damned scary. 

I also felt like I needed to work on my abs. I'm in good shape. I'm 6'2" tall and 21 years old. I have broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, and a flat, toned stomach. But this outfit deserves bigger guns and six pack abs. I'm going to have to put in some serious gym time before I really fill out this outfit the way it demands, and the way my Mistress deserves. If I'm going to be my Mistress's Henchman and Executioner, then she deserves me to be the best that I can be.

I drew a flogging paddle from a scabbard on my belt, like a sword. I looked at my Mistress, and she held up two fingers, so that both my father and I could see them, indicating two swats. I swung the paddle and connected at the line between my father's upper thighs and his ass. Crack!

"Hrnf!" My father grunted. "Thank you, Mistress, may I have one more?" My mother nodded, and I paddled Red's ass again. "Red" is my father's submissive nickname. I had to be very careful to not hit a butt plug with a "Pig's Tail," sticking out of his ass crack. I think Mistress intended this as a form of humiliation. But I also think my mother has a fetish for Beast-Men. The one time I saw my mother cum the hardest, multiple times, was when she was being ravaged by "Foxxy Redd," a fantasy role-play character of my father's, who has pointed ears, long canine-like teeth, and an amazingly lifelike fox-tail! Also, I was also wearing a butt-plug with a long horse-tail! I was wearing mine, under my kilt, like a badge of honor. It went with my submissive name, "Pony-Boy." And, Mistress has called me, "Stud," several times since giving me my tail. I'm eager to prove to her just how much of a stud I can be!

"Thank you, Mistress. Is that all for now?" The Red Pig asked.

"It will be, if you can tell me why you received this correction," my mother said.

"I was sassing my Mistress?" Red was guessing, he didn't know. I readied myself to smack him again.

"And...?" Mistress prompted.

A light dawned for my father, "I called you, 'Mommy,' Mistress."

"And like I told you, your Mommy is not here. Marjorie is gone. Margie won't help you. Only your Mistress is here. Your Dark Mistress, your Mistress Blue, or your Dark Blue Mistress. Call me anything else, and you risk being disciplined." 

And she was right. My mother had been my sexual submissive for less than a year. Today, I had switched, and at least for now, offered Blue (that's her sexual submissive name) my own service and submission. We switched roles in an instant! I thought Mom was going to be making a power play with my father. And I wanted to support whatever direction she took that fully. I didn't think that was possible, if she was constantly second-guessing herself, asking me, "If that's alright with you, Master?" Mom needed to know that I trust her judgement implicitly. So I made her my Mistress too! It was a spur of the moment choice for me, but my mother was holding me to that promise.

What I didn't know was just how prepared Blue was to take on the role of Dominatrix! She had been secretly shopping online BDSM stores, and had a large, purple Suitcase of Wonders hidden in her closet. In it are toys and tools I had never seen before, and that included the Warrior/Executioner get up I was given to wear. 

But my costume wasn't half as intimidating as the Dark Blue Mistress! She was wearing thigh-high, black, Pirate Boots that cuff at the top in a bold, cherry-red accent color. They have a five inch, spiked heel, with a two inch platform at the sole! The sole, heel, and platform of the boots are also cherry red. She was wearing a black, leather corset, that cinches her 24 inch waist down to 22 or maybe even 20 inches! That accentuates her 34C breasts and her full, round 34 inch hips and ass. The corset cups her breasts, but doesn't cover them, and has a halter that comes up and buckles behind her neck. Her breasts and pussy were covered with a cherry-red polyvinyl, leatherette bikini, a triangle top, and a tiny thong bottom that barely covers her bare shaven pussy. The final piece of her ensemble was a red leather domino mask. It made her look fierce, and über-sexy, like a superhero or supervillain.

"Worm! I have a list of disciplines, corrections, and lifestyle changes that we are going to settle today."

"Yes, Mistress."

"First, there's Jillian. How long has she been protecting you from Nick?" My mother and I had just met Jillian the night before. I thought she was a role-play character of my father's, just my father in drag. Although, he was stunningly graceful, feminine and sexy. My mother convinced me that Jillian is actually a separate personality, that my father has multiple personalities, or Dissociative Identity Disorder. 

"I--I don't know what you mean, Mistress." My father may have been genuinely confused, but my mother wasn't having any of that. 

My mother signaled me with one finger. Crack! The paddle snapped across Red's ass.

"Ah! Thank you, Mistress. But I--"

The Dark Mistress cut him off, "How long have you been losing days to Jillian? How long since you started waking up groggy and confused, feeling hurt and not knowing how you got the bruises, Piggie-Boy?"

"I don't know. About 20 years, maybe more. I didn't know it was Jillian until 15 or 16 years ago. I didn't know where the time was going. I thought I was just blanking out the pain."

The Dark Mistress strode over to my father. It was amazing how confidently she walked in those towering heels, when she had been tottering in heels shorter than those the day before. I chalked it up to attitude, and a sense of purpose. She held up the palm of her hand to me and made a small circular motion. This indicated I should caress the Piggie-Boy with the paddle, soothe him, but also remind him what was to come. 

My father gasped. 

The Dark Mistress picked up a pair of white panties that she had made sure had been permeated with her juices and her scent. She held them in front of my father's face. "You may smell them." My father's nose was instantly buried in the fabric.

"You love my dirty panties." 

"Yes, Mistress. I love the smell of you."

"You used to steal Marjorie's panties, and take them to work with you. Why? Would you wear them?"

"No. I would smell them. It reminded me of my wife, and how much I love her."

The Dark Mistress began to caress her subbie with the panties, across his face, shoulders, and back. "And what else would you do with the panties, Worm?"

"Just that. I liked to smell them." 

Mistress held up one finger, followed by a pinching sign. I gave our subbie a small swat.

"Don't lie to me, Worm, or you'll get paddled. I know what you did. Tell me!"

My father looked over his shoulder at my mother in a mask and then me in my dark hood. He swallowed. "I would jack-off, masturbate in Marjorie's panties. I would sniff them, and rub the silky material on my boner until I would cum."

My mother took the panties and stroked my father's cock with them. He was very excited, and wearing a silicone cock-ring. "Good! Doesn't telling your Mistress the truth feel good, subbie?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what would you think about when you would masturbate?"

"All the perverted things I wanted to do with Marjorie."

"Like..."

"Fuck her from behind. Or have her on top. Or fuck your titties, Mommy." I prepared to swat my father, but Mistress shook her head, "No." She was stroking my father faster. 

"Did you dream of eating Marjorie's cunt?"

"Yes."

"Did you dream of her sucking your cock?"

"Yes!"

"Then why didn't you do any of those things?"

"Because they're perverted and I didn't want Marjorie to know that I'm sick. I wanted Marjorie to love me."

Mistress stopped jacking my father. "Marjorie loves you. And she loves all those perverted things too. And you get to do all those perverted things now and more."

"Yes. Master has given me a great gift. I can can never repay you both."

"We will find ways of making you pay, subbie. Does it feel good having your Mommy's panties rubbing against your cock again, Worm?" She began to stroke my father again.

"Yes, Mistress. If you keep stroking me, I might cum."

"You only get to cum with permission, Piggie. And even though you are getting all the perverted sex at home. You miss stealing Mommy's panties and taking them to work."

"How did you know?"

"You can't hide things from your Dark Blue Mistress. We are going to make a trade, Worm. I will make sure you have a pair of soiled panties for each day you go to work. You can smell Marjorie all day there, and show your love for her by jacking-off in her panties. Does that sound good, Piggie?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I might call even you on the phone and instruct you how and where to wank at work. Or you could call Marjorie and tell her how much you love her as you cum in her panties. That would be very romantic."

"Do you think she would like that?" My father asked. The question was confusing to me, since my mother, Marjorie, is The Dark Blue Mistress. But sometimes, when you are talking through masks, and using different personas, things can get muddled.

"I think she would love that, subbie. Do you want me to pack them in a special box in your briefcase? Like a boxed lunch every day?"

My father thought for a second. "No, Mistress. I would rather steal them from the laundry hamper like before. That part is exciting too. But--but--"

"But Master has not been allowing Marjorie to wear panties, so there has often been nothing to steal."

"Yes."

"That will change," my mother said. I nodded, "Yes."

My father sighed, as if he was relieved of some great burdon. 

"There are two things I want in return, subbie. This is a trade, remember?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You will not wash out the panties in the sink at your office like you used to do. You will bring the soiled panties home, filled with your spunk, your essence, and you will present them as a tribute to your Mistress, or a romantic gift to your wife."

"You would like that?"

"That would please me greatly. The other part of this trade is Jillian."

"Jillian?"

"Jillian is going to come live with us. Or maybe I should say, she will come visit us regularly."

"I don't know," my father said.

Mistress made the motion, and I began to caress the Piggie-Boy's ass with the paddle, reminding him it was there.

"You don't have to know, Worm. Your Mistress knows. You lose track of time when you're Jillian. Yes?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You're afraid that someday you might become Jillian and never be Andrew again."

"Yes, Mistress. How did you kno-"

She cut him off again, "What is the longest stretch of time you've gone missing to Jillian?"

"I think I was gone for twelve days once."

"That must have been very scary, Andrew," my mother used my father's real name.

"It was. I didn't want to be Jillian again after that. But Nick makes me. He says Jillian is his girlfriend."

"Nick is a liar!" My mother spat out the phrase in disgust. "But Nick can make you become Jillian. There are triggers now."

"Yes. Yes, when I put on the wig and the bra, then I start to leave. By the time the panties and dress are on, I'm gone."

"OK, Andrew. I understand. And I'm going to make you a promise now."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Nick will never force you to become Jillian ever again."

"You can't promise that!"

"Who is the most powerful Mistress in the Universe?"

"My Dark Blue Mistress," my father said it with pride and awe in his voice.

"I can make that promise. And I promise you, I will never force you to become Jillian either. And you will never be gone for more than three days without giving your permission. But, Jillian has spent a lifetime protecting you from Nick. It's time to let Jillian have some fun too. So, from Friday Night when you get home from work until Sunday Night or Monday Morning, before you go back to work, Jillian will come to visit. She can keep her clothes in the guest room. And when Bobby moves out, she can have his room."

"Can this be negotiated, Mistress?"

"What are you offering, Piggie?"

"My Aikido class is on Saturdays. I could take an evening class some other day of the week. But the best students train and spar on Saturdays. Belt testing and tournaments are also on Saturdays."

"And that is important to you. I see. So what are you offering?" 

"One other regular night a week. Not Wednesdays. I work late on Wednesdays. And Jillian can have other occasional nights when Marjorie or Bobby, have something special planned with Jillian, like a date, outing, or concert."

"That pleases your Mistress, Piggie," my mother said. And she went back to stroking her husband's cock with her panties.

"Please don't make me cum, Mistress. I'm not finished. Jillian can also have my two weeks of vacation, since I won't be 'fishing' with Nick anymore."

"You won't be seeing Nick at all," my mother was emphatic, "No corresponding with Nick or even talking on the phone with Nick without a chaperone, your Mistress or your Master. Is that understood, Andrew? If you do, you will be severely disciplined. "

My father sighed. I couldn't tell if it was sadness or relief, or both. "Yes, Mistress. It will be safer that way. Nick knows how to control me. I think he's even drugged me sometimes."

"Jesus," I said, under my mask, forgetting to remain silent.

"But, Mistress, you need to promise me some things."

"Don't try to dominate your Mistress, Pig-Boy."

"It's not like that. I just want you to take Jillian someplace nice, like Florida or Hawaii, on Vacations. She should get to see the world."

My mother kissed my father's cheek. "That's very sweet, Andrew. I'll make sure that happens."

"And you need to promise not to play these Mistress and Master games with Jillian. I think they might really scare her."

My mother took off her mask, leaned down and tenderly kissed my father's lips. "Andrew, this is Marjorie. I can make you that promise. I've already had Bobby make that promise. I'm glad that you are looking out for Jillian now. I wish you had been looking out for her and kept her safe long before this."

My father was weeping, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I should have. But I can't stand up to Nick!"

My mother turned her back on my father. She put on the mask and turned back. There were tears in her eyes, but she held up three fingers. I cracked the paddle across the lower part of Dad's ass. 

"Thank you, Mistress! Please may I have more!"

"That is for not keeping Jillian safe," Mistress Blue shouted!

I reached down and grabbed the base of my father's Piggie-tail butt-plug. I was tired of swinging to miss it each time. I pulled on it, but my father clamped his muscles tighter, grabbing it with his ass. 

My Mistress didn't know what I was doing, and I couldn't tell her. Rules of the Executioner's Hood, the Executioner doesn't talk! So I started working the butt plug, pushing in and pulling out, trying to get my father to let go. I held the plug with my right hand and swatted hard with the paddle. 

"Thank you, Mistress! Please, may I have another!" My father gasped, "Oh, Mistress! Tell him to stop. He's fucking my ass with my Piggie-tail!"

"You love having your ass filled, Worm! Admit it!"

"I love having my ass filled, Mistress!"

"Are you ready to have my Henchman take your ass?"

"Yes, Mistress! Whatever will please you," my father bellowed, "Would you like to see that?"

I furiously shook my head, "No." My father relaxed his sphincter, and the butt plug popped out. I cracked his ass hard with the paddle, aiming for right above his asshole.

"Oh, thank you, Mistress! I will welcome whatever you want for me."

"Yes, you will, Piggie! And you're about to get your ass fucked, Red! Ponder that, while we prepare. Henchman, follow me!"

I followed my mother into the Master Bedroom. She closed the door and in a harsh whisper said, "What are you doing, shaking your head, 'No,' to me?"

I shook my head, and gestured to the hood. 

Mistress Blue turned her back to me and took off her mask. "Turn away from me and take off your hood." I turned around, pulled off the hood, and turned back. I was staring straight into my mother's narrowed eyes. With her five inch heels on she was my height. I had to admit that the effect was intimidating. She was angry. "What the hell were you doing, telling me, no, subbie? You and your father are MY submissives! If I want to see you fuck his ass, you had better do your DAMNED best to fuck his ass!" 

I swallowed hard. This was an entirely new dynamic in our sexual relationship. I dropped my head, and dropped the hood on the floor. "I'm sorry, Mistress. But I'm not ready, and I don't think Dad is ready either. I trained your ass for months. And you were begging me to fuck you. I'm afraid I'm too big, that I might hurt Dad, and besides..."

"Besides what?" My Mistress and mother asked. 

"I sort of wanted my first time with Dad...to be...to be with Jillian."

"You really like her, don't you? As much as I do. Will you let me watch? Can I join in?" My mother's anger was gone, replaced with kinky curiosity and voyeurism.

"Mistress, this might seem strange. But I plan to date and court Jillian for a while before we make love. It will be up to Jillian."

"You never courted me," my mother was jealous. 

"I did too! I courted and corresponded with you for months before we ever had sex. I tamed you. We even went out on many dates as mother and son. And by the time I revealed myself as your Master, I knew that if you could accept that, there would be nothing withheld between us."




The Blue Life Ch. 08: Facing Nick



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+ years old. This chapter doesn't involve a lot of climactic sex, but there is major and plot development in this one. So, if you're looking for quick wank-material, this isn't your chapter. This story also contains themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance and submission, and bisexuality. If those subjects are a turn off, just move on to another story. If you have read all seven previous chapters, thank you very much. Favorites, Comments and Ratings are appreciated.

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It had been a day of firsts and big changes. Let's recap, because I like to do that. 

My mother and I have been in an incestuous relationship for, let me think, nine months. About six months? When do you start counting? Should I start counting from when I first started fantasizing about my mother? That was nine or ten years ago, just after puberty hit. I went through a phase when I hit puberty, and maybe I never outgrew it. I wasn't fixated on only my Mom. I just noticed that she was lovely. And I would sometimes imagine Mom when I would think about women. It wasn't always Mom. Sometimes it was Fiona Apple, or Gabrielle Reece, or Tamika Smith (7th Grade Science, Math and especially Gym Class. She had dark skin, big eyes and big teeth, and a great smile. And I had a huge crush. And her family moved to Denver when we were in 9th Grade. I kissed her at the HoliDaze Dance in 9th Grade. It was clumsy, awkward and perfect. Her breath smelled like spearmint gum. And then she moved away. And I haven't seen her in 6 or 7 years.)

Sorry. My point is, I have sex with my mother. I'm in love with my mother. Now, I'm obsessed with my mother. And even though I've had this fantasy for a long time, the last nine years of my life have not been solely dedicated to having sex with my mother. That's just the last nine months or so. It started just a few weeks after my Twenty-First Birthday. Long story short, my mother and I began corresponding online about nine months ago. It was never perfectly innocent, because we started chatting in a BDSM open chat room. I didn't know that was one of my mother's fantasies. But it quickly became one of mine. We ended up flirting and sexting and so much more. I ended up becoming Mom's online confidante, her best friend, Life Coach, and sexual Dominant, her Master. There was a progression there. It was a rapid progression, sure. But it's not like I just woke up one morning with my mother promising to be my personal fuck-toy, slut and submissive for life. I just feel blessed that happened. But, things continue to change, and change rapidly it seems.

This has been a big day. You see, a little more than three months ago, my mother and I revealed our relationship to my father. My parent's marriage had been falling apart for years. My mother's sexual frustration and a general lack of intimacy from my father had slowly broken her spirit. That's why she was online, flirting in chat rooms. That's another reason she became my submissive. But, three months ago, I decided we couldn't continue our affair behind Dad's back. So, we came clean. And instead of me getting kicked out of the house, or Mom and Dad getting divorced (two results that I had considered might happen), I ended up with my father as my sexual submissive as well!

Now, my father is part of my incestuous relationship! That's great. But it's also taken some getting used to. I had not spent years sexually fantasizing about my Dad. I had not spent much time at all fantasizing about gay sex or even being bisexual. So, being sexually involved with my Dad has been more about establishing dominance, at least in my mind. I have enjoyed directing scenes involving him and and mother. My mother loved the feeling of being overwhelmed sexually. She could cum just from having both Dad and me suckling and loving her both her breasts simultaneously. And she seemed to really get excited when we would double-team her, having her fuck one of of us while she had to concentrate on pleasing the other with her mouth. We've even sandwiched Mom a couple of times, with me in her pussy and Dad's thinner cock invading her backdoor! That actually happened the first night Red became our submissive. That's how I often think of my Mom and Dad, as "Blue" and "Red," their sexual submissive nicknames. 

So, things had progressed slowly, relatively slowly, sexually between my father and I. Partly, I think I'm a little hung up about "Gay Sex." I had to get past the notion that enjoying having my Dad pleasure my cock might make me seem less "manly," and thus less "dominant." Yeah, it's a kind of homophobia, I guess. But, also, my Dad has been in an abusive sexual relationship with his older brother, my Uncle Nick, for more than 25 years. Dad made it clear that he wouldn't fuck me, because he promised all that to Nick. Well, that was fine with me. Because I didn't feel any deep need to fuck my Dad, well, not like I do with Mom. But, as the weeks went on, I realized that my father's relationship with my Uncle was not healthy. That my Uncle Nick had been seriously emotionally and physically abusing my Dad for decades.

The capper came with meeting Jillian. Jillian is a lovely, refined, beautiful woman. She's also my father! My mother thinks Dad has Dissociative Identity Disorder, what used to be called Multiple Personalities. I had no experience with it, until I met Jillian. I thought Jillian was just my Dad role playing. He's actually very good at that. Maybe too good. But Jillian isn't a game. She isn't just my Dad's way of cross-dressing. Turns out, Jillian is a woman (a completely separate personality) who has been protecting my Dad from his brother Nick's sexual abuse and torture for about two decades. 

My mother and I met Jillian last night. That was a shock and a revelation. Now, it was a revelation to me, because suddenly I saw my father as very attractive, and very sexually desirable. I didn't really consciously know that Jillian was another person. But, just the fact that she was dressed like a woman allowed me to get past some of my homophobia and suck her cock. That's a strange thing to say. But it was very sexy. It just felt right. I didn't really understand what was going on or how I felt about it. So that's all I did with Jillian before kissing her and Mom goodnight and heading up to my bedroom. 

Mom stayed up with Jillian. They made love a couple times. My mother liked it. Jillian liked it. But they both found the experience very confusing. My mother ended up waking me up in the middle of the night. And I ended up disciplining her with a spanking, and then lovingly butt-fucking her. That was another first for me, anal sex! Oh, Mom and I had explored ass-play, rimming, fingers, toys and butt-plugs. I thought it was part of her sexual training and submission, learning how to derive sexual pleasure from every part of her body, and getting past thinking that any pleasure was too kinky or perverse to at least be tried. Turns out, my mother loves having her ass played with, and especially anal sex. And so she started bugging me very early on to take her ass, to butt-fuck her. But, I had put it off. I was worried that my cock was too big. I was also worried that because I had no experience actually having my cock in anyone's ass, my inexperience and naivete would make me seem less manly, and less dominant. I'm not always the most confident Dom. As it turned out, I didn't have to worry that much. It was all very romantic. Very sexy. Very pleasurable. And my mother loved being able to take my "anal virginity," at least one form of it.

So this morning, I woke up to Dad thinking that Mom and I hate him. He had this confused notion that we are disgusted with Jillian, and can't stand to be around him. It's not like that. Mom loves Jillian. And, I think I have crush on her. I would actually like to take Jillian out on a few dates. I'm not going to pretend that just because Dad is my sexual submissive, Jillian is too! I've promised my mother, I'm not going to try to dominate Jillian. I just want to get to know her better. I know. It's a very strange situation.

So in a day of firsts, we had met my Dad's alternate personality, "Jillian." Then I sucked Jillian's delightful, delicious, graceful and sexy girlie-cock, and she came in my mouth. I had kissed my Dad's cock before. I had made him lick my balls and take me in his mouth. But, neither of us had cum in the other's mouth. I sort of thought that I didn't want to come across like another "Uncle Nick." And it wasn't something that had really turned me on. At least not until the last eighteen hours. 

Then my mother had taken my cock in her ass for the first time! God, my Mom has such a great ass, full and round and tight! And being buried balls deep in her back door is simply amazing! She had been having anal sex with my Dad for weeks, a few times sandwiched between me and my father. A few other times when she dominated him, and demanded that he fuck her ass. Because, she was also my father's sexual Dominant, his Mistress and his "Mommy."

So, my Dad and I got into a fight over Jillian, his other personality. I had told him that I wanted to date her. And he said that was impossible, because she was Nick's girlfriend. I had exploded. Because both Mom and I had promised Jillian that she would never have to see Nick again! And I realized that for that to happen, my Dad would probably never get to see his brother again!

So, what ended up happening was Mom got so mad at Dad that she decided to go Medieval on Dad's ass with some serious Bondage and Discipline! And then, when I realized that she would be confronting Dad about Jillian and Nick, I offered her my submission, just to make sure Dad knew who was the ultimate Dominant in the House. I didn't want Dad to look to me for pity or any sort of reprieve. I needed Dad to know, Mom is the BOSS! That might have been a mistake. It was certainly a hasty decision on my part. But my mother took my submission very seriously. 

Mom had told Dad that he was going to get his ass fucked! I didn't realize that she was talking literally. But, I think Mom was thinking that was something that Dad reserved to Nick alone. And that there would be no more of that. Mom was going to get Dad to agree to let Jillian have some freedom, including freedom from Nick. And she was going to demand that Dad give up Nick altogether. 

That all went pretty well. As well as a very dark BDSM scene can go that includes costumes, bondage, and severe punishments. My father ended up claiming he would give Jillian several nights a week, as well as the vacation time he used to spend with Uncle Nick. He claimed that he would give up seeing Uncle Nick, but that Nick held some emotional control over my Dad. Dad has trouble standing up to him. He finds it nearly impossible. 

My Dad ended up getting his ass fucked with his own cock! Actually it is a perfect replica of Dad's erect penis, made out of silicone. Mistress Blue (my Mom) used it in a harness to ream Dad's ass, while she instructed Dad to take his own son's cock in his mouth, and have me cum down his throat. That was another first for me. I didn't realize that my father had always been willing to suck me off. But he is very passive, and was waiting for me to tell him to do that. My mother actually gets very turned on by seeing my father and I sexually pleasing each other. So, now that I'm my mother's sexual submissive, I guess that will be happening more. I don't know. 

So we sat on the couch, me and Dad, buck naked, flanking my mother, who had on a black leather corset. We sat holding hands, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms. Then it occurred to me. I asked, "Mom, did you cum?"

My mother smiled and said, "I have come many times, just not this time. I was too busy fucking Red and making sure you were taken care of, Pony-Boy."

"We can take care of you right now, Mommy," my father offered. 

"A woman cannot live on sex alone. Occasionally, there must be eggs, toast and coffee."

"Scrambled or over medium?" I asked.

"Andrew, would you like some eggs? Bobby, I don't have to ask you. You're always hungry after sex. I'll make us some brunch. We've got a lot more to do, and it won't be good to do it on an empty stomach. Pony-boy, put your sweat pants back on, but not your shirt. I like looking at your chest, but your cock will be too distracting. And you can break down the dining room dungeon. Baby Boy, I want you to gather up the sex things and put them on our bed. Don't arrange them. I will do that later. I have a system. Put my robe and Pony-Boy's thong there, and Mommy's panties over there in the laundry hamper. There's another red thong just like Pony-Boy's in the Suitcase on the bed. You can put that on. That's for you, Sweetie. Oh, and then bring me my Pink, short robe. Oh, and go in my top drawer and pick out a pair of panties that you might like to bring with you to work on Monday, I'll put those on too."

"You can relax on the couch, Mom," I said, "I can make the eggs."

"You are my sexual submissive, Bobby. Not my personal servant. Besides, I make better eggs than you."

I laughed. "You'll have to teach me your secrets, Mom."

My mother got up from the couch. "OK. Scoot you two!" 

I went and untied a set of restraints we had used to bind my Dad to the dining room table. They were four Velcro cuffs with D-rings. And I had used cotton rope to tie the cuffs to legs of the table. Dad hadn't struggled in the cuffs, so the knots weren't pulled too tight. So they weren't that hard to undo. I untied the ropes from the cuffs, but decided they were a good length for future use. So I lined them up and trimmed the longer ones do they would be a matching length. I'm a bit fussy about stuff like that. I threw the excess away, and wrapped the four ropes together. I put the cuffs back in the nightstand drawer where my Mom keeps them, along with a few toys and lube. I set the rope on the nightstand, because I wasn't sure where Mom would want it. 

My Dad had three pairs of panties on Mom's dresser. One was a see-through, red, lace thong. It came high on Mom's hips, extending her legs. The material barely covers her pussy in the front, and there's no coverage in the back, just a string. Mom calls this style of panties, "butt-floss." Another was a navy blue pair of cotton, full coverage briefs. These were the style that Mom used to wear all the time before her submission. I find them too conservative, but Dad was reverently touching them. The third pair were ones I had not seen before. The were very high-waisted, retro-styled, black with pink polka dots and pink bows down the front. There were also black lace panels in the front, making a "V," just above the crotch. The panties had four attached garters. 

"Are you trying to decide, Dad?"

"Yes. I didn't know Marjorie had so many styles and colors now. I got out three very different ones," my Dad said.

"Well, the red ones are barely there. You can see mom's pussy lips through the material. And you can easily pull the material aside if you need to eat her out or fuck her fast."

"You've done that?"

"Yes, Dad." I put an arm around his shoulder. "You will too, if you want that."

"I don't know."

"Sure you do. You just have to show interest. Mom is eager. Well, the red ones are sexy. And they're about the same shade of red as the thong you're wearing now. Mom might see that as romantic, especially if you mention it. By the way, nice thong, Dad."

"Thanks, but I think Mistress is making me wear it to remind me I'm submissive."

"Well, then we're in the same boat, Red."

My dad looked at me. "You get to wear pants."

"Because your ass is finer than mine, Red." I grinned. "And I wore a barbarian warrior costume all morning."

"You really looked good in that. Very...uhm...sexy. With the hood, you were scary. But I can see why Marjorie likes that on you. And I couldn't believe those boots on your mother!"

"Outta this world. They're so hot! We need to hurry up. Why the cotton panties, Dad? They're kinda boring."

"Marjorie looks so good in these. Plus, the cotton holds her scent better, and it feels the best when I-you know."

I knew. But I needed Dad to say it. I looked at his blankly. "What, Dad?"

"When I do what your mother was saying-that thing?"

I looked at my father. "Spit it out, Red."

"I steal your mother's panties. I sniff them. And I masturbate with them. The cotton ones smell the best and feel really good on my wiener." He whispered all this like it was a dirty secret someone might hear through the walls. And he actually used the word, "wiener." Argh!

I held up the third pair, the high-waisted, Fifties-styled, retro-burlesque pair. "I haven't seen these before. Mom was probably saving them for a special occasion."

"Then we had better put them back."

I grabbed them from my Dad. "Feel how silky smooth the backside of these are." I rubbed them on his chest. "And today is a special occasion! I gave our Mistress my submission. We've met Jillian last night. And we're going to call Nick!"

"Oh no! What are we going to tell Nicky?"

"We're going to tell him that your vacations together are over."

"He'll be angry." Dad was visibly worried, shaking a little.

"And he can't ever hurt you again, Dad. I promise."

My father took a deep breath. He was starting to sweat. It felt like he was going to panic.

"Go take those to Mom. Imagine how good they will look on her now, and how good they will smell on Monday." 

Dad took the retro panties and the short pink robe and walked out of the bedroom. I put the other panties back in the drawer and followed him. 

Mom was in the kitchen. She must have scrambled up eight or nine eggs. There was also microwave sausage patties. 

She said, "Oh good, you brought me my robe."

"I also brought you these beautiful, special, panties, Mommy. I thought that because this is a special day, you might wear them for me." Dad was nervous as he handed her the panties. 

My mother took them. "Thank you, Andrew. That's sweet. Bobby, help me off with this leather corset. They are cinched and tied in the back and a buckle at the back of my neck. Let me suck in. There! Yes! I can breathe again!" 

I laughed and undid the buckle for the halter of the corset. Mom set it on the floor she was completely naked and gorgeous. The corset had left white and red impressions on my mother's torso. The corset was off, but the ghost of the corset was still on her body. I thought that was incredibly sexy. I think nearly anything Mom does or wears is sexy! She took the panties and robe and said, "Excuse me, gentlemen." She walked around the corner of the fridge. We could hear her, but not see her. "There are some things that should remain a mystery," she said, "A woman jumping, squirming and adjusting herself in her control top panties is one of them."

I laughed. "Mom, you work out too much to need control top panties!"

"I know. But it's a look. You'll get to see, eventually. Glamour doesn't always come easy," she said. Mom came from around the side of the fridge. She already had on the short pink robe, wrapped and belted. We could not see what the panties looked liked. My mother looked at Dad. "Foxxy, you'll be eating on the floor. Do you want the tail, collar, or both?"

I didn't know what was going on. 

"Just the collar, Mistress."

My mother got a dog collar with brass studs down from a kitchen cabinet. She put it around my father's neck and buckled it. She kept her arms around his neck, stepped in close and gave him an extended, passionate kiss. It lasted at least thirty seconds, which seems like an awkward eternity, when you're looking in from the outside like I was. She finished by saying, "I just love my Foxxy Puppy." Then she beeped his nose and Dad dropped to the floor. 




The Blue Life Ch. 09: Big Plans



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks.

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Here's the recap. My name is Robert McMillan. I'm a Senior at West State College, majoring in Math. I'm tall, muscular, squared jawed and quiet. My mother, Marjorie, is trim, toned and has a firm, round ass, and full, medium sized breasts, that have not yet begun to sag, despite her forty-three years. My father is forty-four. He's the same height as my mother, about 5'9" tall. He's very thin, with a lithe, graceful, dancer's build. He has beautifully handsome, Nordic, androgynous features. He's very blonde, with almost white hair. Our family has an incestuous relationship involving Dominance and submission. I had been Master of the House for months, with both my mother and father as sexual submissives. But big changes have happened over the last two days. Mom and I discovered Dad has multiple personalities, or at least one, distinct alternate personality: the captivating, and winsome Jillian! My mother and I have switched power roles as well. I've offered her my submission, and she accepted. This will take some getting used to, because my mother's idea of BDSM and mine can be quite different.

"OK," my mother said, "we need to get a few more things done today."

"Mistress Blue, both Red and I are fully erect?" It was a question. But I was also stating the obvious. My sweat pants were down around my thighs, and my six and a half inch, thick cock was at full military salute. My father's slender, curved 5 inch cock was also hard and leaking a bit of pre-cum. I licked my lips, because his cock had just been in my mouth. 

"Yes, boys," my mother waved at us both, "you had better put those away for now. You might get a chance to use them later." My father pulled up his thong and adjusted it over his cock. The red lycra stretched. It was an erotic sight.

I complained, "But just a few seconds ago, you offered Red the chance to cum in my mouth or even take my ass! Are you just going to leave us like this? Are you punishing, Red?"

My mother slipped her bra back on. She gave me a peck on the lips and one for my father. "No. I'm not mad. But Red needs to learn to be decisive. If I give Red a choice, he needs to choose for himself, not wonder what I want him to choose or what you want him to choose."

I pulled my sweatpants back up. "Yes, Mistress."

"Thank you for this lesson, Mommy," my Dad said, "so, what more needs to be done? We already have a tentative schedule for Jillian's visits. We've called my brother, and I won't be seeing him again."

"How do you feel about that, Red?" I put an arm around my father's shoulders, trying to be supportive. 

My Dad hugged me in return, and rested his head on my shoulder and chest. "Mostly relieved. But, I'm also ashamed that I couldn't stand up to him without your mother's help. And I'm ashamed that I couldn't or didn't do anything about Nick for so long."

I kissed the top of my father's head. "It's OK, Dad. You did great. And we can move on from here."

"Speaking of moving on," my mother clapped her palms together, and then rubbed them, like we were about to get down to business.. Red, toss me my Pink Robe and then go put on a pair of jogging shorts. Pony-Boy, get the measuring tape and laptop."

My Dad tossed my mother her short, pink robe and then jogged out of the room. He was either very eager to please his Mistress, or very eager to put on some pants! I went and got the tape measure.

"Good," my mother was directing, "Use the tape measure and measure around my chest, right at the base of my bra." 

I measured. "Thirty three and three quarter inches. Do you want me to write that down, Mom?"

"Um. Yes. Open a note page on the computer. Or, Red, do you want to jot this down on a notepad?"

My father said, "I'll get a pad and pen. This will go faster if one person is measuring and the other is taking notes."

"OK. Now measure around my breasts, right at the nipple," my mother instructed.

"That's uh, about thirty-seven inches," I said.

"That means I've got on the right bra size. I used to wear a 36 B. Maybe I was trying to flatten my chest. Maybe I just didn't know what size I was. But, Bobby, you had me go get fitted at that Luxury Boutique. And I found out I had been wearing the wrong size for ages."

"Your tits look amazing, Mistress Blue. Even better than they used to look. It's like you got a boob-job or something."

"Do you think I need a boob-job? I could make them bigger." My mother scowled.

"No, Mommy," my father blurted, "Your breasts are perfect. Perfect!"

"I'm especially glad you like them, Baby-Boy." She smiled. "It's a wonder what the right fitting bra can do for a girl. OK. Now, hand me the measuring tape. So I can measure your father. Arms up, Andrew." Mom wrapped the tape around Dad's chest. "Thirty-five and a quarter." Mom gave Dad a quick peck on the lips. "What size tits do you think Jillian will want?"

My father looked confused. "Uhm. Shouldn't you ask Jillian? I mean, I don't know."

"I think Jillian's new body should be a gift from all of us. If Jillian is unhappy, we can get something else. But, what do you think would please her, Andrew?"

"I'm not used to thinking about what Jillian would want," my Dad said. Jillian is actually my father too. She is a sub-personality. She doesn't share my father's memories, or at least not all of them. 

My mother was emphatic, "Get used to it, Red!" 

"You're a C-cup. So maybe a C? But my chest is a little bigger than yours. Maybe if we got Jillian a B-Cup, you and Jillian could share dresses and clothes more easily."

"Now you're thinking, Baby Boy!" Mom gave Dad a passionate kiss and squeezed his cock through his shorts. My father groaned. She turned to me. "Pony-Boy, you said that it would be easy finding Jillian some breasts on the Internet. Prove it!"

I swallowed. I really hadn't done any research. I just know that if you want to find something to buy, somebody is selling it somewhere on the Internet. I searched, "Fake Breasts for Cross-dressers." I came up with a bunch of sites, and we began exploring. Mom asked me what I would like to see or feel on Jillian, but she mostly asked Dad. 

We selected several different styles of prosthetic breast. There was an expensive silicone set (more than $150), but not a premium set costing near a grand. We also got a foam pair for sleeping, and some "chicken cutlets" for sliding into bras. Those seemed lighter, and didn't have nipples. But they might make wearing certain outfits easier. We also got some "Pocket Bras," for the breast forms to slide into. Once we hit on this idea, we found some Pocketed Swimwear and Pocketed Lingerie.

Then, we went wig shopping.. After searching several sites, we decided on a long, natural hair wig in a similar color to Mom's hair. Mom said that she would take Jillian to a Beauty Parlor and get the wig styled, if Jillian wanted a shorter cut, or a hairstyle that would match Mom's. 

During our shopping, Dad began to excitedly pace. He was nervous, but also eager. He kept looking at my mother and me for approval or some sign of rejection. We were having fun. Mom and I kept saying how good Jillian was going to look. And wouldn't she be excited to have all this new stuff. Mom thought about wrapping each item up in gift bags and wrapping paper and having a Celebration Party with Jillian. 

My father said, "We've spent more than three thousand dollars on things for Jillian!"

"It's exciting, isn't it, Baby Boy!" 

"Yes, but I can't believe that you both want to do this for her...for me. I mean. I'm very happy that you don't think I'm a freak."

I paused. I was sitting on the couch. The laptop was one the coffee table in front of me. Mom was sitting next to me on the couch. And Dad was pacing behind us. I turned to look at Dad. I noticed that his pupils were dilated. He was flushed. And he had an erection tenting his nylon running shorts. I said, "Dad, slow down a second. Come over here. No, closer. This shopping for Jillian has you very excited."

My Dad was flustered. "Why-yes, I mean-I want her to be happy," he stammered.

My mother who had been looking at the computer while we were shopping, noticed what I had noticed. She got up from the couch and walked around next to Dad. "It's more than that, Baby Boy. Your cock is rock hard."

My Dad's face turned bright red. He was embarrassed. "Well, we've been looking at pictures of ladies in lingerie and bikinis. It's all very exciting."

My mother whispered in his ear, "That's not the real reason, Baby Boy."

"Yes, it is, Mommy," my father insisted.

"Red," I said, using my father's submissive name, "drop your shorts, and your thong too. Show your Master your excited cock."

My father looked at my mother for approval. She was technically the Mistress of the House now. I was her subbie too. Mom nodded and Dad dropped his shorts and his thong to his knees. Dad's cock sprang free. He's got a beautiful cock. It's slender. And shorter than mine. It's got more of a curve, an arc away from his body and then back up. My mother grabbed his cock at the root. "Baby Boy, you've got such a handsome cock! You're even harder now than when you were wearing that cock-ring."

"I am?" My father was dazed with lust, having his wife grab his cock and wave it in his son's face.

"You are, Baby Boy. Do you want me to tell you why?" My mother asked.

My father groaned, "Please, Mommy."

"We've been shopping for things that will turn you into a very pretty, very sexy woman, Baby Boy."

"Do you both think Jillian is sexy?"

I added my hand to Dad's cock. "I think you are both very sexy, Red." I kissed the tip of my Dad's cock, and flicked my tongue across his pee slit. A dab a of silvery pre-cum oozed out. 

My mother groaned and rubbed her pussy through her panties. "Ye gods, I love to see my handsome son servicing his father's beautiful cock! Do you love it, Baby Boy?"

I took more of my father's cock in my mouth.

"It feels wonderful, Mommy! But-but-Bobby is my Master. And-and-"

"And what?"

"I should be pleasing his cock. I'm the subbie."

"Pony-boy is my subbie now too." Mom used my submissive nickname. "Take your father deep, Pony-boy." She grabbed my hair and pulled me down on my father's cock. I wasn't ready and gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. "You need practice Pony-boy. Until further notice, you're going to wake up your father each morning with his cock in your mouth. Understood?"

I pulled off my father's cock and licked my lips. I smiled. My mother waking me up with my cock in her mouth had been a submissive task of hers for months. Mistress Blue was giving me a bit of turnabout. "Yes, Mistress. May I try to make Red come now with my mouth?"

My mother laughed. "You're such a cock-hungry little slut now, Pony-Boy!"

"I a slut who loves to please you, Mistress. Whatever you desire, I will do."

"Good. Because you and your father are going to get a lot of practice making each other come. But...not right now. Pull up your shorts, Baby Boy. Put away that gorgeous cock. You don't get to cum yet." 

"Yes, Mistress," my father sighed and bent over to pull up his shorts. This brought his head down near mine. I grabbed Dad behind his neck and pulled him in for a quick kiss on the lips. I whispered conspiratorially, "Don't worry, Red. I'll make sure you get a really good orgasm later." 

My Dad kissed me back and whispered, "I've already had a good one today. I'm fine, Master. Let's just make sure we rock your mother's world. OK?" My father was often a very good submissive.

My mother was walking into the dining room. "Boys, I hope you're talking about me," she called over her shoulder, "Bobby and Andrew, we have some very serious things to discuss."

My father looked at me and raised his eyebrows. Under his breath he said, "We just spent around three grand on Jillian?"

I thought for a second. "Yeah, I guess so. But we got quality stuff. The wig was the most expensive thing"

"Yeah. Well, this is going to cost me more," my Dad said, laughing.

"What is?" I was genuinely confused.

"Whatever your mother has planned. I can tell by the tone in her voice."

"You sound like you're psychic, Dad." I picked up the pen and notepad and followed my Dad into the dining room. We sat on either side of my Mom. Mom was in her pink robe. Dad and I were both shirtless. There was a massive contrast between us. I have a very hairy chest and belly. I'm big and muscular, barrel cheated, but not ripped enough to be shirtless most of the time. If this is how Mom expects her subbies to dress, I'll need to bulk and tone up more in the gym. 

Dad, on the other hand, is thin and his body is nearly devoid of fat. His abs are flat and solid, not sculpted, but he's probably in better shape than I am. He's got an amazing ass! He doesn't have much bulk. But there's not a speck of flab on him. He's got beautiful grey eyes, that sometimes look green and sometimes look blue, depending on his mood, and what he's wearing that day. If he carried himself with a sense of confidence and strength, he would be devilishly handsome. As it is, his energy is pressed inward. It's hard to describe. He carries with him an aura of being unsure of himself, at least sexually. He's repressed. He can't be that way in business. He's got a very successful career. And I've seen him set his shyness aside when adopting other characters or personas. Foxxy Redd, a bizarre Dog/Man Character, is much more sexually confident. But, I don't find Foxxy that attractive at all. I can't get past the fact that he's canine. My mother thinks Foxxy is hot. Jillian, my father's alternate personality, is female, or maybe I should say transsexual, because she knows she's a woman with a man's body. And sex for Jillian is confusing, because gaining pleasure from her penis feels like a denial of her gender. That said, Jillian is far more confident and socially outgoing than my Dad. Jillian is much sexier and prettier than Andrew is handsome. Maybe I just find Jillian more attractive because I see her as a woman. I don't know. It's a mystery. 

Mom began, "Andrew, Bobby and I were talking about his future this morning."

"Marjorie," my father had a serious tone, "I don't think we have anything to worry about. Bobby's been doing very well in school. He's set to graduate in the Spring in four years. And I believe he's still on track to receive Academic Honors. He'll have his pick of Grad Schools, if that's what he wants, or his pick of companies, looking for a man with his brains and talent."

I was grinning ear to ear. Dad doesn't heap praise or, until recently, much affection really. So hearing him talk about my prospects like that felt good. "Thanks, Dad."

"I'm serious, Son. You're very smart. Much smarter than me. Maybe even smarter than your mother. And she's one of the brightest people I've ever met."

"Thank you, Sweetie!" My mother said as she kissed my father on the cheek. "You're full of compliments today! Maybe I should paddle and fuck your gorgeous ass more often, Baby Boy," she said with a light and joking tone. 

"You're the whole package, Marjorie. Bright, talented, kind, and easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I don't deserve you. I don't even know how I ever tricked you into marrying me."

"Andrew, don't turn compliments directed at me into a way of putting yourself down. That will put a damper on things. You are, My Dear, a very handsome man, a wonderful ballroom dancer, a marvelous businessman, and quite a catch. You romanced me. But, we are talking about Bobby." Mom turned toward me. "Bobby, I love fucking you so much."

"The feeling is mutual, Mom. You are the best fuck I've ever had. Not that I've had many girls. But enough to compare."

"And Andrew, I love making love with you. Our sex life has improved so much since Bobby took control of that aspect of our lives. I don't ever want to give that up."

"You don't have to, Marjorie," my Dad said.

"I might. And there are two reasons. Bobby is graduating next year, and he could go off to a Grad School or a Job somewhere across the country. And I would miss him terribly, not just getting fucked by him, but just seeing him daily."

I offered, "I could go to Grad School at the local University. They have a good program. Or I could look for a job locally."

My Dad piped in, "Bobby, if you are considering looking for work with a local business, I would hope you might consider my office as an employer. We've been expanding recently, and we could really use someone with your brains, good sense and programming skills."

"Seriously, Dad? Wouldn't that be weird for you?"

"No. I could see bringing you on at a Junior Executive position right away."

"That would be nepotism. Your partners and investors wouldn't stand for it."

"Don't sell yourself short, Bobby. Not with your grades and skills. You would be a prime candidate for recruitment."

I was flabbergasted. I hadn't given working in my Dad's company much thought at all. Dad had never mentioned wanting me to work for him. And, here he was, offering me a Junior Executive position! I wondered, just how much does a Junior Executive make? "I will think about it, Dad. Thanks for the offer. But have you thought about this?"

My Dad looked confused. "I had just assumed that you knew I wanted you to eventually come work with me."

My mother patted his hand. "Don't make assumptions, Andrew. Say what you want and you're more likely to get it. With that in mind, I'm going to say what I want. I want to keep fucking you, both of my men, for the rest of my life."

"I'm good with that, Mom."

"That's seems like a good plan, Marjorie," my Dad said.

"There is more," my Mom continued, "I don't want Bobby to move away next year. I would rather he lived with us or very near us."

"I think that can be arranged, Mom. Right now, I live right upstairs. I can't get any closer than that, unless I moved into your bed."

My mother sighed. "That brings be to two other points. Bobby, you are going to start sharing my bed at night, at least a few nights a week."

"Mom, your bed isn't big enough for all three of us. Not with the way I sleep." 

"That's fine. Until we get a larger bed, Puppy will sleep on a doggy bed at the foot of the bed. He can watch our lovemaking and learn something, and participate when his Master or Mistress invite him into the bed."

My father smiled at this news, "That sounds exciting, Mommy."

I was skeptical. "Dad, are you sure about this?"

"Yes, Master. I like sleeping in Puppy mode. I have sometimes slept naked with my collar on at the foot of the bed. I find it relaxing. But, Mommy would rather have someone to cuddle with."

"Well I, for one, am not sure about this," I said.

Mom looked at me. "Bobby, you don't have to be sure. I'm the Mistress of the House for now. If this is something that you have trouble with, if you have trouble getting a good nights rest or something, we can revisit the issue later. Beyond that, I would like for us to either do a major remodel of our house or start looking for places to move."

"Marjorie! This is the only house we've ever lived in! We've paid off the mortgage. You love the neighborhood and have friends here."

"I do love it here. That's why I'm leaning toward a remodel. But the house we have now won't fit with the lifestyle changes we need to make."

I scratched my head, and tried not to look as confused and stupid as I felt. "What sort of lifestyle changes do you think we need to make? Mom, we all have sex with each other. We're in a pretty committed BDSM, Dominance and submission style of lifestyle now too. What more lifestyle changes are you talking about?"




The Blue Life Ch. 10: Good Clean Fuck



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks.

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We decided that we wouldn't have Jillian come to visit, until her lingerie, breast forms, and wig were delivered. Dad seemed both disappointed and relieved. He's very conflicted and confused about Jillian. I guess we all are. It's strange, realizing your father has multiple personalities, a Dissociative Identity, as my mother, the former Psych Major says. It's even weirder when, you feel a strong sexual attraction for your Dad's female personality, like I do. 

Mom instructed Dad and I to go shower upstairs. The shower near my bedroom is a full shower. There's no tub in that bathroom. But there's more room for two people in the shower. Mom and I have experimented with both. The traditional Tub and Shower combination in their Master Bathroom downstairs is cramped, and the tub is a little slippery too. Mom said that Dad and I could play with each other, but weren't allowed to cum without her permission. 

We were nervous, showering together. It was something we had never done before. But, Dad asked if he could kiss me. I leaned down, and said it was OK if Dad wanted to kiss me.. And when he did, he closed his eyes. So I closed mine too. And we necked for a while in the shower. It was interesting and exciting, evidenced by my hard cock pressing against Dad's belly. Dad broke the kiss and held my cock. 

"This is nice," he said.

"Do you mean, my cock, Red?", I asked. I called my Dad by his submissive nickname.

"That's nice too, Master. I just meant this feeling of closeness. I guess this is Gay, me getting excited by holding you and kissing you and touching your cock, Sir. But, you don't make me feel sick and dirty like Nick always did. If this is Gay, I don't really mind."

"We don't have to talk about your brother, Dad. He's an asshole."

"You're not, Sir." Red leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, and then bit the tiny button. I gasped. "Is this all right, Sir?" I guided his head to my other nipple. Then got some shampoo and started lathering our hair, first mine, then his. My Dad laughed. But then he spat. "Oh, crap. I got shampoo in my mouth," he yelled. He was laughing. He turned around and opened his mouth to the flow of water from the shower. He rinsed his mouth and spat it into the drain. "I'm sorry, Sir. That's not very sexy at all!"

I laughed, "That was my fault, Red." I spread my legs and pressed my cock against the cleft of Dad's smooth, hairless butt cheeks. "I think this is very sexy, Dad. You've got a great fucking ass!" Dad is shorter than me. I'm about 6'2" tall, and Dad is just 5'9". He's about the same height as my mother. Dad is also much thinner. Not scrawny, but lithe. He probably weighs under 150 pounds. I'm on the brawny, muscular side of the spectrum. I would probably weigh 215, if I was really in shape, but I'm not bad looking for being around 220 to 225 pounds. I could weigh 225, but more of my bulk should be muscle. 

Mom and I had discovered a problem with sex in the shower. I either have to lift her up to the height of my cock. Or I have to crouch. One way is a strain on my arms, and the other is eventually a strain on my legs. I spread my legs and hunched and pulled my Dad back against my groin. 

"Oh, God, Master. Your cock feels so hot, pressed between my butt-cheeks!"

I leaned forward and whispered in my "Do you want to feel your son's cock spreading those ass-cheeks and fucking you deeply, Pops?" I reached around and grabbed Dad's cock. He had already cum twice today, but he was back to full erection. For a guy in his mid-forties, he had a lot of sexual stamina. Maybe he was using boner pills.

"Yes, Bobby! I do. But your mother would kill us if she wasn't here to watch!"

The semi-transparent door to the shower folded open. My mother was standing there, naked, holding some towels. "Then it's a good thing I'm here," she said.

My father and I both jumped, startled. I shouted, "Jesus, Mom! You scared me half to death. Haven't you ever seen 'Psycho'?"

My mother was giggling, laughing hysterically is more like it. She dropped the towels on the floor to catch the spray from the shower on the floor. Her nearly flawless, firm body was revealed, from her perfect, full, medium sized tits, to her beautiful, fully shaved, waxed and bare cunt. Her auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders. "Sorry, Boys, didn't mean to scare you."

"Is he really going to fuck me, Mommy? Is Bobby going to fuck me now?" Dad was asking my mother, as if I didn't have a say in the matter. I guess, technically, my father and I are both my mother's Sexual submissives, so maybe we don't get much say.

My mother shook her head. "Soon, Baby Boy. But, right now, you are going to watch your son fuck his Mommy silly in the shower. Step out, Andrew. Mommy needs to get drilled with her son's big cock." My dad stepped out of the shower. And my mother reached around the side shower stall and grabbed three Aerobics Platforms. "I borrowed these from my Gym. The owner, who is also my personal trainer, said that I could give them a try at home. I want to conduct a little experiment." Mom put down the platforms in the middle of the shower to create a single five inch step. She stood with her back to me on the platform, and braced her hands on the opposite wall of the shower. 

I turned. The shower was now splashing on my back. Mom's ass was level with my cock. "Mistress Blue, you're a genius!"

"Thank you, Pony-Boy. I got the idea that day your were fucking me on the stairs. I'm wet. You're hard and ready. Put that fuck-stick where it belongs, Stud. Cram, your Mommy full of cock! Oh, FUCK! YES! I've been needing this for hours!"

I pushed the full length of my cock deep inside my mother in one smooth stroke. There was no foreplay. There was no tease. "Oh, Mistress. Your cunt in so tight and wet! You feel so fucking perfect on my cock!"

"You're both so beautiful," my father chimed in. I turned to see him stroking his cock, watching his son fuck his wife. He didn't look bitter or literally "put-out." He had a look of love, longing and lust in his eyes. 

"Grab a washcloth, Baby Boy," Mistress Blue told him, "and the shower gel. Your job is to get your Master and Mistress clean, while we get dirty." My father got the shower gel. It was mine, the manly scented stuff, not my mother's flowery scented soap. Mom didn't mind. Dad lathered us up. He caressed my ass as I plunged my cock into his wife. He caressed Mom's tits. "Mmm, that's nice, Baby," Mom said, "Pull on Mommy's nipples. Pinch them. FUCK! YES! FUCK! GOOD! Good, Baby. Now take down the shower head and rinse us off. Yes. Just like that. Now set the shower head to pulse." I have an adjustable shower head that I can set to massage and I can take down and use as a hand shower. I've taught my mother how to use the pulsing spray to masturbate. "Yes, Baby. Now bring that shower head around and point it at my clit," Mom commanded Dad. "Hold it about a foot away. Yes! Right there. Fuck! Bring it a little closer! Fuck me, Stud! Jam that cock in my cunt, Bobby! Fill me, fuck me faster, really take me! Bring that shower head closer, Baby Boy! Buzz my clit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh, yes! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming! No! Don't stop! Keep fucking me, keep that shower head on my clit until I, FUCK! Gah! Gah! Until I, GAH! Fuck! I fucking can't take anymore Ung! Gah!"

I felt my mother spasm along the length of my six and a half inch cock. It also felt like ripples and pluses from the shower-head were transmitted through my mother's body and onto my fucking cock-head! My father was holding the shower-head against my mother with one hand, and he was pounding his meat with the other. "Mommy, I need to cum, please may I cum?" My father begged.

My mother waved to my Dad and just said, "Gimmee." He stepped closer and my mother put her left hand on his cock and started jacking him with him. "Come, Baby Boy! Cum on your Mommy!" And he did.

I forgot to ask permission to cum. Feeling my mother come all over my cock, and watching my father shoot his load from outside the shower to spray the side of my mother's face, neck and shoulder, I shuddered and came, pumping my seed deep inside my mother. "Fuck," I bellowed.

"Turn off the shower, Red," my mother commanded, "we're running out of hot water. Pull out, Pony-Boy. You forgot to ask permission to cum."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Blue. You felt so good on my cock. And then when Red came on you. I just forgot."

My mother sat down on the Aerobics step and put her back to the side of the shower. She stuck her feet out and spread her legs. "Don't blame your father for your mistakes, Pony-Boy! Clean my cunt, Baby Boy. Suck your son's spunk out, but avoid my clit. It's very sensitive right now. Drink it up. And you, Pony-Boy, sorry is just not good enough. You're going to be disciplined later."

"Yes, Mistress."

"For now, lick your father's cum off my face and neck, then get down on your back underneath him and clean his cock."

"Thank you, Mistress Blue," I said.

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To be continued.



The Blue Life Ch. 11: Mrs. Whitehall



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks. I also want to thank John for his help in editing and proofreading this chapter. 

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My father cleaned my mother, gently sucking my spunk out of her cunt. Careful to avoid her clit, because she had just come multiple times, riding my thick cock in the shower. I got down on my back, and slid under my kneeling father like an auto mechanic working the underside of a car. I licked my father's dick clean. I didn't think of myself as Gay, or even bisexual. But, I was getting used to the taste and shape of my Dad's dick in my mouth. I was liking it more and more. He had just shot his load against my mother's cheek, neck and shoulder. I finished my work before Dad did. So, I stood to the side, sheepishly, waiting to see if Mom or Dad was going to clean my cock with their mouths. 

My Mom saw me waiting. She said, "Wash up your dick in the sink, subbie. Then get your clothes on."

"But, aren't you or Red going to clean my cock?" "Red" is my Dad's sexual submissive nickname.

"No. Forget what I said. Don't wash your cock in the sink. Let it get crusty. No clothes for you either, subbie."

"Mom!"

"Is your Mistress getting her pussy cleaned?"

"Yes, Mistress Blue." Until just a few hours ago, I had been my mother's Dominant, and she was calling me, "Master." Now, our roles have been reversed. 

"Did you cum without permission?" Mom pressed her point, making me feel ashamed of cumming.

I hung my head. "Yes, Mistress Blue. That was an accident."

"I own your cock. I own your orgasm. You are sassing your Mistress. Go get the dog collar and then the Piggie-Tail from the dishwasher. Don't sass. Go!"

I ran. I got Dad's dog collar, from where we left it in the living room, and the butt plug with a decorative pig-tail. It had been in my Dad's ass earlier in the day. But Dad had washed it with antibacterial soap and run it through the dishwasher. It was sterile. I ran back upstairs and knelt just outside the bathroom door. My father was just helping my mother stand.

"Red, do you want to watch your Master get humiliated?"

My father had a sad look on his face, like my humiliation was physically hurting him more than it was embarrassing me. "No, Mistress. I'd rather not."

"Then go get dressed. Your tan chinos. Deck shoes without socks. A polo shirt. And no underwear."

"Yes, Mistress." And Dad was off, running faster than I did.

Mom dug in two bathroom drawers before finding the lube. She was naked, and gorgeous as always. But she meant business. There wasn't anything sexy about this. We keep lube all over the house now. She tossed the small bottle to me. "Ready the tail! And ready your asshole, Worm!" She normally called my father, Worm. But normally, I'm the Dominant and both my father and mother are my sexual submissives. Mom had turned the tables on me. Or, rather, I had done it to myself, offering her my submission. Mom had taken it very seriously. We switched power roles. And it didn't look like she was interested in giving up power.

I lubed the butt-plug. And then I lubed my ass. Mom put the dog collar around my neck. It just barely fit. It was buckled in the last hole and was a little tight. My mother took it off again. "That won't do," she said, "You've got a much thicker neck than Puppy."

"Yes, Mistress." 

"Hand me the tail!" I did. "Now, lick my toes, Pig!"

"WHAT!" I was a little shocked.

"Don't make me repeat commands. You will get the paddle for that later, Worm! Lick my toes, Piggie-Boy. Not like that. Don't tickle my feet. Worship them!" I was down on my knees, my forearms flat against the floor. I began licking Mom's toes. I pretended the cleft between her big toe and her next toe was the cleft of her pussy. I tried to tease it just like I would her sex. "Mmm, that's nice. You and Red are going to spend some time loving my feet." She leaned forward and placed the tip of the butt-plug against my anus. 

I flinched.

"Relax, Piggie. This isn't going to hurt you. Tell me why you have to wear the Pig Tail."

"I was selfish and came without permission. My Mistress owns my orgasm. And I talked back and sassed you, Mistress Blue."

Mom eased the Pig-Tail into my ass. I blushed crimson with the shame of it. "And will you sass your Mommy again?"

"I hope not, Mommy. I will try not to," I sincerely said. I'm twenty-one, nearly twenty-two years old. I'm six foot two and out-weigh my Mom by at least eighty pounds. And here I was, groveling at her feet, licking her toes, being humiliated by her. There was something exciting about all of this. But there was something grating and irritating too. Maybe Mom was just getting back at me for her months of sexual submission to me. 

"This isn't over, Pig Boy."

"No, Mistress." 

"Grab the collar, get the leash, and grab a light blanket," Mom commanded. "I need to get dressed."

"Yes, Mistress." I had no idea what my mother had planned, it was both frightening and exhilarating. I got a blanket from the linen closet and picked up the dog collar. I went downstairs to get the leash. I saw my Dad was already dressed. He looked good, in an Eighties Preppy sort of way.

"No clothes?" Dad said it like a question.

I tried to make a joke of it. "Well, Mistress Blue let me have the Pig Tail!" I turned and showed my Dad, then I was immediately embarrassed that I did. I was still Red's Dominant. And I really couldn't act that way while naked and wearing a butt plug with a Pig Tail!

"You look cute, Master." My Dad was trying to cheer me up. "I like your legs. They're rugged and hairy. Very masculine."

I looked at Dad. "Red, I've been meaning to ask you. You have less body hair than Mom. You don't shave your legs or pits. But you've got no hair there."

Dad blushed. "That was Nick's doing." Nick is my Dad's older brother. They had been in a sexually abusive relationship for decades. And it's left scars on my Dad. "I never had much body hair. Not like you. But Nick didn't like any of it. He said it made him..." Dad shook his head. "Nick doesn't matter anymore. Nick took me and Jillian to a dermatologist, a laser hair removal place. He took off most of my hair. And it cost a small fortune at the time."

"What did Mom say?"

"I told her I had a skin condition, an allergic reaction to something. That I had alopecia or something. I lied to your Mother a lot, for years." Dad hung his head.

"It's OK, Dad." I wanted to hug him, comfort him. But I felt like I couldn't, because I was naked and had a Pig Tail. Sometimes Dominance and submission games get in the way of life. 

"Your Mom should have divorced me a long time ago."

"Red. Look at me." Dad was looking down. He was either hanging his head or checking out my cock. I lowered the folded blanket in my arms. "Look me in the eyes, Red. Listen close. You are forgiven. Mom loves you and she doesn't hold grudges. I love you too."

"I will give her a lifetime of submission to make up for all I've done," my Dad whispered to himself.

I picked up the leash and said, "You do that, Dad. Where is Mom anyway?"

"Nick left a message on my cell phone. Your mother recorded it. Then she called the Phone Company and blocked Nick's phone numbers from my cell phone. She was getting dressed and talking to someone on the phone when I came out here."

I looked for the TV remote. Maybe there was a game on. Then Mom came into the room. She was wearing a mod-print, multi-colored mini skirt and sheer white blouse. There were two breast pockets, covering her nipples, but you could see her belly button through the blouse. And you could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She had on her white, Nancy Sinatra, patent leather boots that hug her calves. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She looked like a sexy model from a catalog from 1972. She was carrying a white patent leather purse that matched her shoes.

"Wonderful," she said, "We're going out shopping."

"Fine," I said, "I guess I'll stay here and wait for you. Can I put on clothes or a robe, Mistress?"

"Oh, no. Piggie-Boy, you're coming with us."

I shrugged. "I'll just throw on jeans and a t-shirt then. I'll be two minutes." I dropped the stuff in my arms and started for the stairs. ""

"Piggie, stop!" My mother shouted. "You're not getting dressed. Run and get your swim trunks. Not the board shorts, the smaller ones. Top right drawer of your dresser, near your socks."

I ran upstairs and came down fast. "I'll need you to take out the tail if I'm going to put these on," I said.

Mom held out her hand. "Give me the trunks." I handed them to her. She rolled them up and stuffed them into her purse. "I'll just keep these in case we get in an accident or something Andrew, get your keys. We're taking the Cadillac. Piggie, you will ride in the back."

I clenched my jaw and tried not to make a sound. I knew it would be worse later for me if I complained now. We went out to the garage and got into Dad's giant boat of a Cadillac. I climbed into the back seat and knelt on all fours. Dad got behind the wheel and Mom sat up front on the passenger side. My Dad said, "Buckle up, Bobby."

"Uhm, I can't, Dad. I've got a pig-tail butt-plug in my ass. I can't sit down."

My mother touched my father's arm. "Just drive, Andrew."

My Dad looked at me, and then my Mother. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to Redcard this one, Mistress Blue. Nobody rides in the Cadillac without a seatbelt. That's Rule Number One."

"Oh, poopy," my mother sighed, "scoot forward, Bobby."

"I can run inside and get another butt-plug, Mistress," I offered. 

"No. Stay!" Mom unbuckled herself and leaned over the seat. She grabbed the butt plug with one hand and my balls with the other. She said, "You have some beautiful balls, Pony-Boy." And she gave them a firm squeeze.

I smiled. I was back to being "Pony-Boy." I sat down in the middle seat and buckled myself with the lap belt. "Mistress, may I cover myself with the blanket?"

"You may, Bobby. Thank you for asking." Mom stashed the pig-tail butt-plug in the glove compartment. 

The garage door went up. And Dad backed the Cadillac out of the driveway. He asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the Liberty Strip Mall," Mom said, "There's that big Discount Pet Store there. I'm hoping they'll have what we need," Mom said. 

We drove to the Mall mostly in silence. At one point, Mom offered to give Dad a blowjob. Dad said he didn't want to be a distracted driver. Dad takes his driving seriously. Mom said that the offer was open for when they got to the store. I felt awkward, riding in the backseat. Every car that passed or that we passed, I wondered if they could tell I was naked. It was humiliating and exciting. 

When we got to the Mall, Dad asked if he should park near the back, so people wouldn't notice me. Mom said she wanted people to notice her hunkie subbie and that he should park as close to the front as possible. Dad has a thing about parking his vintage Cadillac near other cars in a parking lot. It's a superstition or phobia or something. He's scared of the paint getting scratched. Anyway, he didn't park at the back of the lot away from all the cars. He parked close to the other cars, but leaving space all around the Cadi. He even pulled on over the line to take up two car spaces with the Cadi. He does that a lot. But since he generally parks near the back of the lot, he doesn't get ugly stares often. 

Mom and Dad got out of the car. Mom looked at me. "Honey, we're going to be in the store for a half hour, maybe forty-five minutes. It depends on whether we find a spot for me to suck off your father." My Dad blushed crimson, but smiled proudly. "Hand me the smaller collar. I'm going to try to find a bigger one that will fit you without being too tight on you, Pony-Boy." 

"Thank you, Mistress. What should I do while you're away?"

"Well, if the car get's stuffy, crack a window." Dad's Cadillac is vintage, 1968. It doesn't have power locks or power windows. But the old hand cranks. "It's not hot today," she said, "you're not going to bake. Is your cock hard, Bobby?"

"No, Mom. I've been pretty embarrassed riding naked in Dad's car."

"Well, get over that. You can jerk off. And if you're nice and hard when we get back, I will suck you off. If you get carried away, you have my permission to come on your belly, but don't wipe it up. I will lick that up when we get back."

My Dad looked me in the eye. "Do not get spunk on the upholstery! I should have made you sit on a towel. Wait!" Dad went into the trunk. He found a striped beach towel back there. It was clean and folded neatly. He opened the back door. "Spread this across the back seat before you start to masturbate."

"I'm not going to masturbate in a parking lot, Dad," I told him.

My mother thought for a second. "Pony-Boy, you are due to have your ass paddled later for cumming without permission and sassing your Mistress. If your cock is nice and hard when we get back, or if your belly is covered with spooge, I will commute your sentence to just two swats with the paddle, instead of ten with the crop. Think about it, subbie."

Ten with the crop! Shit that would sting. What the hell! But, I couldn't complain about it. Mistress would just tack on more swats if I did. Besides, Mom and Dad were already walking toward the store. I locked all the doors, and cracked two back windows about a half inch, to get some cross-ventilation. I sat there, feeling bored and humiliated for about five minutes. The car radio wouldn't work, because Dad had the keys. I doubt I would have played the radio, because that would have drawn attention to the car. But, not many people were coming and going near the car anyway. I thought about lying down on the seat and covering myself totally with the blanket, but that didn't seem necessary. I had the blanket across my lap. Nobody could see anything except my chest. I spread the towel across the backseat, and then got back under the blanket. I reached under the blanket to see if I could get myself hard. It had been a long day. I had already cum once in my Mom's ass very early this morning. And once in my Dad's mouth later in the morning. Both of those had been wonderful and absolute firsts for me: my first time having anal sex (at least fucking someone in the ass), and my first time cumming in my Dad's (or any guy's) mouth. Then, later, I had fucked my Mom in the shower. All three orgasms were amazing, highly erotic. I could picture them all clearly in my head. But my cock was not reacting. 

I tried closing my eyes and imagining all the sexy attributes about my Mom: the way her hard nipples roll on my tongue, the curve of her ass, the flavor of her pussy. I imagined my Dad and his alternate personality, Jillian. I had my eyes closed. I was working my cock furiously, but it was not cooperating. And I felt crazy and stupid, trying to jack-off in my Dad's car in the middle of the Liberty Mall Parking Lot.

There was a knock on the window. "Hello," a familiar voice called. I jumped in my seat. I didn't have a watch. But I thought it couldn't be more than eight or ten minutes since Mom and Dad were gone. I looked left, nobody. I looked right and saw the waist of a woman. A navy blue skirt and a white blouse. "Hi, Bobby," the voice said. Oh, Jesus! They knew me! What the Hell! I looked down. My cock was covered by the blanket. A face bent down to the window. It was Mrs. Whitehall, my mother's best friend of about twelve years. She was divorced and lived with her daughter Terri, a few miles from our house. I can't remember where Mom and Mrs. Whitehall met, maybe at the old church we used to attend. But they were close. I liked Terri. But she was four years younger than me, just a Senior in High School. So we never were in the same school or hung out together or anything. What kind of stupid luck was this? How was I going to explain being naked to Mrs. Whitehall. I started thinking of excuses.

"Hi, Bobby. Did I startle you? You look chilly." Mrs. Whitehall said.

"Uhm. No. I'm just waiting for Mom and Dad. They had to stop off at a store for a quick errand."

"I see. Would you like me to keep you company, while you wait for them?"

"Uh, no, that's OK. You probably have shopping to do or something. Tell Terri I said, Hi. OK?"

Mrs. Whitehall tried the backdoor. It was locked. Thank goodness! "The door is locked, Bobby. I'd rather sit inside and talk to you."

"Mrs. Whitehall, that's not a good idea. I don't have any clothes on. It's sort of a prank my Dad pulled."

"I think it was more your mother's idea, Pony-Boy. And I think you should unlock the door, right now."

Something clicked. It made sense. She called me "Pony-Boy," my submissive nickname, one that Mom had only given me this morning! Mrs. Whitehall knew! She may know everything about me and Mom and Dad, maybe she even knew about Jillian. What was going on? Why would Mom tell anyone about me fucking her? 

"Mrs. Whitehall, if I unlock this door, what do you think you will find?"

Mrs. Whitehall blushed. "I don't want to say out here, Bobby."

"You know everything. Don't you."

"I know a lot, Bobby. Your mother has confided in me for a long time."

"What do you want to happen, when you get in the car, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"Well, I could help you out with that problem you have, under that blanket, Pony-Boy." Mrs. Whitehall smiled. It was a pleasant and open smile, set in a soft, pretty, round face. She was a few years younger than my Mom, maybe in her late thirties. Mom looked younger though. But Mom is particularly beautiful. Mrs. Whitehall is shorter than Mom, maybe only 5'3", and she is thicker around the waist and hips. She has dirty-blonde hair, in a cut that is too short for her, sort of a Dorothy Hamill bob. She's pleasantly plump, some might say chubby. And she has a much larger chest with much bigger breasts than my mother. Mrs. Whitehall is pretty, but not classically beautiful, a little heavy set, but the weight is packed into curves more than rolls. She's still quite attractive, just in a completely different way than my mother. 

"Do you want to have sex with me, Mrs. Whitehall?" I was direct. 

"Could we talk about this in the car? I could just sit in front seat if you want."

"Mrs. Whitehall, this is serious. Do you fantasize about fucking me?"

Mrs Whitehall looked around. She leaned close and whispered through the crack in the window, "Yes."

"Then I need you to think. Do you just want to fuck a willing submissive? Or be taken by a Masterful Dominant?"

"Are you offering me a choice, Bobby?"

"I am."

Mrs. Whitehall paused, considering, but only for a second. She said, "Then I would rather be taken by a Master."

"Good. Then we will begin this way. You will now call me, Sir. Not 'Master,' just, Sir. As a sign of respect."

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you a Dirty Girl, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"Yes, Sir. You can call me 'Sally,' if you want."

"Do you want to be a Nasty Slut, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"Yes, Sir. I want to be that and more. It's been a long time since a man was interested in me."

"Answer this next question carefully, because you won't get a second chance to answer it. Do you want to be MY Nasty Slut, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"More than anything, Sir. I want to have a little taste of what Marjorie has. Just a taste."

"I'm willing to offer you that taste, Mrs. Whitehall. But you need to understand, that will involve your complete submission, not just for today, but an indefinite commitment. You will be my Slut, my pretty Fuck Toy. And this will require training and dedication on your part. But, you will never achieve the same status as my mother. She is my First. And, until I get married, she will be my Primary."




The Blue Life Ch. 11: Mrs. Whitehall



"I understand, Sir. I don't want to replace your mother. May I get in the car now?"

"How long has it been since you've been fucked, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"Years, Sir."

"But you're excited now. You're ready for me now. I'm not guessing. I know."

"Yes, Sir. Am I that obvious? And is that really going to happen?"

"Good. Take off your panties, Mrs. Whitehall."

"What? Here? Now? Can't I get in the car first?"

"No, Slut! Don't argue. I want to smell your excitement."

She looked around, hiked up her skirt and quickly lowered her panties. They were very large, plain and white. She stepped out of them. I unrolled the window enough for her to put them through the crack. "Here, Sir."

"Very good, Slut." I took in her aroma. She was fragrant, but not pungent. The scent stirred my cock. "I love your smell. But these panties won't do at all. They're not sexy enough for one of my Sluts. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I need to lose some weight too. I wish I was thinner for you."

"Mrs. Whitehall, I love your big, beautiful ass. I'm going to love spanking it, and licking it and feeling it press up against my groin."

"Oh, my!"

"Can you afford to do some lingerie shopping with me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Because we are going to get you some sexier underwear. And I'm just a college student, and can't afford to shower you with gifts."

"Bobby, I don't expect you to. But..."

"Call me, Sir."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

"You're going to get spanked for that transgression, Mrs. Whitehall."

"Now?"

I ignored her question. "Show me your titties, Slut. Unbutton your blouse." She didn't hesitate this time. She unbuttoned her blouse and opened it. She was wearing a plain, nude colored bra. It was underwire. And very utilitarian. Not sexy at all. Mrs. Whitehall's breasts were massive, especially compared with my mother. "I prefer a front closing bra, Mrs. Whitehall."

"That could be a problem, Sir. They don't make many front closing bras in my size."

"What size bra do you wear, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"I'm a 40F, Sir." 

"Marvelous."

"SIr, may I get in the car, please?"

I unlocked the car. "Mrs. Whitehall, if you get in this car, you are offering me your submission. You will be my Slut. And I will fuck you whenever and wherever I want. You will dress the way I choose. You will work to please me in all things."

She reached for the car door. "I understand, Sir."

"If you get in this car, I will no longer be just, Sir. I will be your Master. And it may please me to see you fuck my father or mother, or all three of us together. Can you do that?"

"I think so, Sir."

"Good Girl. Get in the car."

"Yes, Master." She climbed in the backseat of the car and sat next to me. She set her black purse on the floor.

"Mrs. Whitehall, I own you now. Your mouth is made for my pleasure, and I will have you suck me whenever I want."

"Can I take you in my mouth now, Master?"

"You may. But I will tell you this. I just fucked my mother. My cock is still dirty with our combined juices. But that is one of a submissive's duties, to clean her Master's cock."

Her eyes smiled at me and she leaned down and moved the blanket. The excitement of having Mrs. Whitehall's submission, smelling her panties, and seeing her expose herself, it had all worked its magic on my recently uncooperative cock. I was again fully erect. "Oh, Master. You've got such a perfect cock! Your mother was right."

"Then take it as deep as you can in your mouth, Mrs. Whitehall." She adjusted her angle, turning her head, practically getting up on her feet on the car seat. Her head plunged down to the root of my cock, in one smooth motion. I could already feel the head of my cock in her throat! She swallowed and caressed my cock with her throat muscles. "Holy FUCK," I gasped. 

Mrs. Whitehall sat up and looked at me with a big smile on her face. "I am a very good little cock sucker, Master. I love it, and I've missed it so. I sometimes deepthroat a dildo while I'm masturbating."

"Have you ever had two men at the same time, Mrs. Whitehall? One in your pussy and one in your mouth?"

Her smile got broader. "Yes, Master. In college, I got pretty wild."

"Have you ever had two men, one in your pussy and one deep in your ass, Slut?"

"No, Sir. That's dirty. I won't do that anal stuff."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Little Girl. I was so looking forward to sharing you with my father, spanking your ass, and fucking you silly. But you can go back to your car now, Mrs. Whitehall. Maybe we're done."

"Master?"

"You will withhold no pleasure from me, Mrs. Whitehall. Your mouth, your pussy and your back door are mine to take whenever I want."

"But that's dirty. And I've never done anything like that."

"Has my mother told you about getting sandwiched between my father and me?"

"She did. She told me about that first night with your father. She also told me that you had her ass for the first time this morning."

"What did she say about that?"

"That she's as in love with you as your father. And that it felt nasty and beautiful at the same time. But, Sir, I'm scared. It will hurt. And I'm not ready, Master." She was crying.

I kissed her. I realized that she had become my submissive and had my cock in her mouth, even before I had kissed her once. I felt a little guilty about that. She tasted really good. Her lips were fuller and softer than any I had ever kissed before. "We will take our time, my Big Beautiful Girl. I will teach you slowly. And you will learn to love having your ass played with and kissed and licked. And eventually, if you are like Blue, you will be begging me to fuck your full, beautiful ass, Mrs. Whitehall."

She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. "Thank you, Master. I will serve you with my mouth and hands, and my pussy." She swallowed hard and looked seriously at me, before continuing, "And even my asshole. You can have me there. You can have everything. But please, be gentle with me. Because this is all very exciting, but it scares me a lot too."

"Get on the floor, Mrs. Whitehall take off your blouse and bra. I want to see your magnificent tits."

"I'm scared, Master. I haven't been naked in front of a man in more than five years. And I'm chubby, and my tits sag."

"Shut up, Slut!" Maybe the words came out too harsh and angry sounding. Mrs. Whitehall looked shocked. "Unzip your skirt instead, and lay across my lap. We are going to have a quick training, now!"

Mrs. Whitehall lowered her eyes, but she obeyed. "Yes, Master." She undid a button at her hip and lowered a zipper about fourteen inches. She lay across my lap. 

"Pull down your skirt, Little Girl. Show me your pretty, round ass. Daddy has to give you a spanking."

Mrs. Whitehall gasped, but lowered her skirt. "Yes, Daddy. Why are you spanking me?"

"Because you are a beautiful woman, Little Girl. You have a gorgeous full ass, and your Master is going to love teaching you how to give and receive pleasure from it." I spanked her beautiful, full moon ass. "Now, thank me for the spanking and ask me if there is more."

"Thank you, Daddy. Is there more spanking?"

I spanked her ass again, "You are a beautiful woman, with amazing, delicious looking tits. You will not degrade your tits or your looks or anything about yourself in front of me. You will not compare yourself to other women who you think are more beautiful, because I don't want you comparing me to men who are more handsome. Is that fair, Little Girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. Are you done?"

"Normally, I would have you count your spankings as well." I spanked her again.

"Thank you, Daddy. That was three." I spanked her again.

"Four, Daddy. Thank you. Are you done?"

I reached underneath her, and touched her pussy. She was unshaven, with a full, hairy bush around her pussy. She was also soaking wet. I spread her pussy lips and pressed two fingers deep inside her. "Yes, Little Girl. You're so fucking wet. I'm going to enjoy fucking your cunt again and again. Do you have to be home tonight? Can you stay the night at our house?"

"Yes, Master. I can stay. Terri is spending the night at a friend's house tonight. She's not expecting me." 

"Good Girl. We can come back here for your car later tonight or tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Whitehall got down on the floor of the Cadillac. This car is a beast. There was lots of room. She took off her blouse and began to undo her bra in the back. "Are you really going to fuck me, Master?"

"I'm going to plow your cunt until you walk funny, Mrs. Whitehall. Then, I will see if my father wants some of you. And then, maybe Mom will want a chance to eat your pussy, or fuck you with her strap on." Mrs. Whitehall undid her bra and let it fall forward. Yes, her tits sagged. But there was no way they couldn't. They are huge. Her nipples are like Quarters around, about an inch in diameter and were sticking out from her breasts at least a half inch. I had never seen anything like them. Her areolae were like salad plates, covering a large portion of her breasts and nearly meeting in the middle. "God, you have fantastic titties, Mrs. Whitehall!"

"Thank you, Master. Could you please call me, Sally or Little GIrl. It makes me feel so old and dirty, when you call me, Mrs. Whitehall." 

"You will have to forgive me, Sally. It excites me beyond reason to know that I'm very soon going to be fucking my mother's Best Friend. I would call you, Blue, for your large, beautiful, blue eyes, but that's my mother's nickname, even though her eyes are green. Strange. Maybe I could call you, Jade? Do you like that?"

"No, Master."

"You're right. I don't either. We'll think of something, Pretty Sally."

"Do you like titty-fucking, Master?" Sally didn't wait for an answer, she just moved between my legs and wrapped her huge, soft jugs around my stiff, six and a half inch cock. "I love it," she said, "especially when my man will finish on my tits or right in my slutty face!"

"Wow. OK, Slut, we will do that sometimes. This is serious, you are my submissive, but you are entering a household full of Dominance and submission. My father is very submissive. So if you want to have sex with him, you will probably have to call the shots. Otherwise, you will need to wait until I'm there, or Mistress Blue, to tell him what to do."

Mrs. Whitehall's eyes went wide. "I hadn't even considered that. You mean, like, he'll be my sex slave, my submissive too?"

"The choice is up to Dad. But, he will love the idea of titty fucking you. He will go crazy for your boobs, Sally. I know my Dad. And my Dad loves looking at your tits. That has kind of been a running joke in our house, how much my Dad loves looking at your breasts."

"Why didn't Marjorie ever tell me?"

"Maybe Mom's jealous. But that brings me to another point. My mother has been both submissive to me, and Dominant toward my Dad for months. This morning, I offered her my submission, and she's taken that in directions that I did not expect. Her setting me up with you is one of them. Do you want to Dominate my mother, submit to my mother, or just play it by ear as equals?"

"Will your mother want to have sex with me?"

"Definitely," I told her, "No question about it. She has shared that fantasy with me. She set you up with me, because seeing you with me has been one of her fantasies for a long time too."

"Why didn't she ever tell me?"

"Until recently, Mom has been pretty sexually repressed. And it's hard to risk a great friendship by telling your Best Friend you would really like to eat her cunt."

"I know! I've wanted to do that for years with your mother," Sally said.

"That will happen today, Sally."

"You're sure?"

"Your Master will make sure that happens today."

"Do you think she'll sit right on my face?"

"It sounds like you want to be my mother's little submissive slut too."

"I do, Master. Marjorie is so beautiful. I just want to please her so much."

I laughed. "I know the feeling, Sally. Wait. Somebody's coming. Stay hidden under the blanket, Mrs. Whitehall."

"Can I suck your cock, Master?"

"No. Not until I say so. They'll see. This is a surprise."

"Oh poo!" She pouted. It was cute.

"Put your head right here, and suck and lick my balls."

"Goody!"

"But, stay quiet and don't move until I give the word, Slut." 

Mom and Dad were wheeling a shopping cart out to the car. It had a large box and a white plastic bag in it. They were talking.

"I think it will be comfy," my Dad was saying, "It's so soft. It has a memory foam pad; and it's heated."

I reached and rolled down the back window. "Do you need a hand lifting that box into the trunk, Dad?"

"That would be nice, Bobb-", Dad began. Then he caught himself, remembering that I was still buck naked. "No. Your mother and I can handle this. It's not very heavy at all."

Mom was looking around, like something was missing. I knew, she was looking for her best friend, Sally. Mom had set me up. She told Sally to be here. Dad didn't have that same look. He didn't know anything about this. He wasn't in on the plan.

"Red, did Mistress Blue give you good head in the store?"

"Yes, Sir. She was amazing! She dragged me back into the Lady's Bathroom and swallowed my cock in a stall! It was so scary. I came really fast. I wasn't holding back at all." 

"He was magnificent and delicious," my mother added.

"Red, run the cart back into the store. There aren't any corrals out here, and you hate it when people abandon carts in the lot."

"Right, they can roll and scratch somebody's paint," Dad agreed, and started walking off with the cart.

Mom was still looking around for Sally. "Are you missing something, Mom? You're looking around." 

"No. I just wanted to make sure we couldn't be seen. Is your cock hard, Pony-Boy?"

"Yes, Mistress Blue." I lowered the blanket so just the shaft would show.

"Mmm. It looks slick."

"It's lubed with spit." I didn't lie. I just didn't say whose spit. "Blue, I need to talk about something serious before Dad gets back."

"What's that, Bobby?"

"I want your submission returned to me...now!" I was emphatic. "I am your Master, and that's the way it's going to be going forward. We have settled the business with Nick. We have settled our immediate future with Jillian. Where I will be living, with the plans for the guest house."

"But I'm enjoying being your Mistress. And I have such big plans."

"I know, Mistress Blue. But did your plans work out the way you wanted today?"

"Not all of them."

"I know what pleases you now, Blue. I will continue to pleasure Dad. You will continue to see him suck me off. And eventually, you will get to watch Dad and I fuck each other." I felt Sally gasp between my legs, and then hum on my balls. It felt like she thought the idea of watching my Dad and I have sex was exciting to her as well. "But, you will return to being my submissive now, Blue. That's final."

My mother laughed. "Pony-Boy, you are in no position to negotiate. You're stark naked in the back of your father's car, in the middle of the Liberty Mall Parking Lot."

Dad got back in the car. And started it up. He put his seatbelt on. "Don't put the car in Drive yet, Red," I told him, "Mom and I are having a little discussion."

"You can drive home now, Red," my mother said, "Pony-Boy is getting the crop when we get home." 

I didn't like the threat. I unbuckled my seat belt. "Blue, this is your last chance. You will return your submission now, or I will walk out of this car, and you will not see or speak to me for a week. And then, when you do beg me to come back home and take you again as my submissive, your punishment will be severe."

My mother was still arguing, "Bobby, don't be silly. You can't get out of the car naked. You've got no ride and no place to go."

"Blue, don't test me on this." I lifted up the blanket. "I've already made arrangements. I have a ride and I have a place to stay." Sally Whitehall met my gaze. She wasn't happy. But she solemnly nodded, yes. She was ready to give me a ride back to her house and let me stay there indefinitely.

My Dad piped in, "What's this about?"

I explained, "Red, Blue is about to offer me her submission. Then, we are going to go home and celebrate with a party."

"That sounds like fun, Marjorie. Give our Master your submission so we can have a party."

"Mom, I found this game exciting at first. I enjoyed being the henchman for the Dark Blue Mistress. And we can do that again sometime. But you took the game too far. So now it's time to have a course correction."

"Pony-Boy," she began, but I cut her off.

"It's Sir, or Master, now Blue. Call me anything else, and you won't see me for a week."

Dad looked at her. "Marjorie, our Master is very serious. Don't test him."

Mom was flustered. "Master, I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand, Blue. Just tell me what you are."

"I am your Blue, your fuck-toy, your slut and your whore. You are my Master and my World. I'm sorry I took things too far, Sir."

"Good Girl, Blue. Now strip. Lose your blouse and your skirt. You can leave on your boots and panties, " I commanded.

"Yes, Master," she said. She hung her head as she wriggled out of her miniskirt and unbuttoned her blouse. 

"Very good, Blue. Now get out of the car, and come into the back seat. But get in on Dad's side of the car. Walk slowly, and don't make a scene."

"Bobby," my father admonished, "your mother could get arrested."

"Red, I will paddle your ass when we get home if you do that to me again. I'm am the Master here. Don't undermine me."

"Yes, Sir. I just-" Dad was going to defend Mom some more. His heart was in the right place. He just needed to trust me.

"It's alright, Baby Boy. Master has had me do things like this before. I know what to expect." Mom got out of the car and walked around the front. Somebody on the main drag may have seen her, because we heard a car cheerily beep its horn several times. And then I heard a whooped, "Woo-hoo!"

While Mom walked around the car, I moved from the middle seat and shifted over behind the passenger's side, leaving the middle seat open. I buckled back up. Mom, got in. She was annoyed. She gave me a cold smile and buckled up. Dad started to put the car in Drive. "Hold up, Dad! You said, the car doesn't move until everyone is buckled." I flipped the blanket back, revealing the crouched and hidden, Sally Whitehall. 

She threw her arms in the air. "Surprise!" She shouted. 

My mother was startled. "Sweet Baby Jesus," she almost screamed, "Sally Whitehall! You nearly scared the liver out of me!"

I was laughing hard. The look on Mom's face was priceless. I patted the middle seat, and Sally turned around and squeezed in, between my mother and me. My Dad's eyes went wide when he saw that Mrs. Whitehall was topless. He licked his lips at the sight of her mountainous tits and huge nipples. 

Sally said, "I'm sorry, Margie. I didn't mean to scare you. It was Master's idea."

My Mom looked at me, smiling. "Master?", was all she said.

"Pretty Sally, take off your skirt and buckle up," I instructed. "Dad won't drive anywhere unless we're all buckled."

Sally sheepishly eased her skirt down her thick thighs and kicked it off. She grinned in a shy way at my Dad. "Hello, Andrew. Fancy meeting you here," she joked.

My father looked up from Sally's breasts. "This is absolutely delightful, Sally," he said, "You look delicious!"

"Oh my," was her response.

My Mom chimed in, "He's right, Sally. You look stunning."

"I'm nothing compared to you, Margie," Sally said. I cleared my throat loudly. Sally caught herself. "I'm sorry, Master. But your mother is gorgeous!"

"Mistress Blue, Pretty Sally would like you to take her on as a Personal Trainer, in fitness, Pilates, and submission."




The Blue Life Ch. 11: Mrs. Whitehall



My mother looked at Sally and me with an expression of shock and surprise. "What! Sally? Are you serious? Do you want me to be your Mistress too?"

Sally folded her hands in her lap and looked down. She was nervously shaking. "If you'll have me, Mistress Blue. But I, I've never, never been with another woman that way, Mistress. It's exciting. But, you'll have to teach me. And I hope you will be my first."

Blue hugged Sally. "Oh, Sweetie! I would be honored to be your Mistress! And I've never been with any woman other than Jillian. We can teach each other."

Sally asked, "Who is Jillian?"

I sighed. Mrs. Whitehall didn't know everything. There would be a lot for her to learn. 

My Dad was looking at us in the rear view mirror. "Master, the ladies will have to cover their perfect titties with the blanket, if I'm going to drive anywhere. I can't keep my eyes on the road if I can see Heaven in the backseat."

"You heard Red, Ladies. Cover up." The women giggled and pulled the blanket up over their chests. This left no blanket for me. I was fully exposed. Sally reached over with her right hand and began casually jacking my shaft.

"Is this OK, Master?", she whispered to me, shyly. 

I leaned and nibbled at her ear. "It's better than OK, Pretty Sally. You have a wonderful touch." Sally giggled.

My Dad pulled out of the parking lot. "I'm just driving home, right?" 

"You can, Red. But as soon as you get home, you'll be turning around and coming back this way. We need supplies. Ladies, can you stand another wait in the car?"

"I can, if I'm under the blanket," Sally said.

"I can if she can," my Mom agreed. 

"Red, pull into the drugstore on the corner. We need to get condoms."

Dad turned in. "Good thinking, Master. I was so excited, I forgot."

"Andrew, you don't need to stop. I've been on The Pill since forever," Sally said, "I'm safe."

My Mom kissed Mrs. Whitehall on the cheek. "Of course you are, Sweetie," Mom said, "We just made a rule that nobody will fuck anyone outside our family without a condom, until we are sure they are drug and disease free. So, we are all making Doctor's Appointments on Monday."

"This is a general rule. It will apply to anyone we make love with," I said. 

Dad pulled past the front door to the less used part of the parking lot around the side of the building. He parked in the far corner away from anyone else. He turned and looked at me. "Master, what kind of condoms should I get? How many?" 

"Get a variety pack, Red. At least a dozen."

"Yes, Sir." Dad looked at the Ladies. "Please, don't go anywhere until I get back," he joked and winked.

Sally squeezed my cock. "A dozen? Oh my!"

"It won't be just me fucking you, Pretty Sally. It will be my Dad too?"

Mrs. Whitehall turned toward my mother. "Is that alright with you, Mistress Marjorie?"

My mother took her best friend's face in her hands. "Call me, Mistress Blue. But, yes, Sally, it will be fine. He wants you. We all want you." Then Mom kissed her friend's lips with a focused passion and intensity. Mrs. Whitehall melted into the kiss, humming and purring softly. She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around Blue. Their mouths opened, and their tongues danced together. 

For the moment, I was forgotten. I had to admit, it made me a little jealous. So I unbuckled my seatbelt, then I unbuckled Mrs. Whitehall's. I sat on the transmission hump, between her legs, and ducked my head under the blanket. I pulled on her thighs, encouraging her to scoot forward, until her pussy was on the edge of the seat. Then, I began slowly kissing and licking my way up her inner thighs towards Pretty Sally's pussy.

I heard her gasp, "Oh my, Mistress! Your son! Your son wants to kiss my pussy."

"Then you had better let him. He is your Master after all." Sally's thighs relaxed and I moved closer, nuzzling my nose into Mrs. Whitehall's hairy bush. The smell of her excitement was intoxicating. I extended my tongue and slowly licked up the length of her slit to her clit. Her clit was huge, maybe as big as one of her nipples. I found this very exciting. I teased around her clit and licked back down. 

"Oh Gods, Mistress. He's eating my pussy! I married the last man who ate my pussy, and that did not work out well."

My mother laughed. "David is an asshole. You're better off without him. And, by the end of today, you will feel like marrying three people, because Red and I are going to go down on you too!"

"Oh, Mistress," Sally whispered, "He is licking lower. He sucked my pussy lips in his mouth, and now he's licking even lower."

"What is he doing?"

"Oh my goodness! It's too dirty to say!"

"You're a dirty slut, Sally," my mother insisted, "Say it, Slut!" 

"I'm your dirty, fucking slut, Mistress. Oh my!"

"Does he have his fingers jammed up your cunt, Slut?", I heard my mother ask. I took this as instruction.

"No, Mistress. Oh FUCK, yes, Mistress! Your son is finger fucking me!" I had thrust two fingers inside her. She was wet, but very tight.

"Is he rimming you? Is he tossing your salad?"

Sally was gasping. "I don't even know what that means, and it's too dirty to say. It's the nastiest, dirtiest, naughtiest, sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me."

"Is he eating your ass?"

"Don't make me say it, Mistress!"

Two fingers from my right hand were fingering Pretty Sally's cunt. I slicked the index finger of my left hand with my mouth. 

"You need to say it, Slut, or your Master will stop."

"No! No! He can't stop," Sally groaned. 

Just then, I heard the car door open. I couldn't see, so I prayed it was my Dad. "I'm back!" My Dad said it with a singsong voice. "What's going on?"

There was a long pause. My fingers stopped fucking up inside Mrs. Whitehall's cunt. I paused with my tongue still poised on her asshole. I held my breath. 

"Tell him, Slut! Tell my husband what's going on. Say the words!"

Sally took a deep breath. "Your son has been eating my pussy, Andrew. Oh Fuck! He's got two fingers jammed in my cunt! And now, he's eating my ass!" I heard Dad get in and close the door. He started up the car before buckling himself. He put the car in reverse. "Oh no! No, no, no," Sally was shouting.

"He's teasing your backdoor with his finger, Sally," I heard my mother say, "Just look forward and drive, Red. Sally is going to come very loudly, and I want to be moving when she does."

"How do you know what Master is doing?", Sally asked.

"It's his technique. And I'm making suggestions," Mistress Blue replied, "Sally, this is your first lesson in submission. Your orgasm is owned by your Master and Mistress."

"What do you mean?"

"You have to ask for permission to come. If you orgasm without permission, you will be punished. And when you are told to come, you need to stop holding anything back and just let the orgasms wash over you. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Oh, no, no, no! Make him stop! Make him stop, Margie!"

"Is he hurting you, Sally?"

"Oh gods! Oh gods! He put a finger in my fucking asshole! Oh fuck!"

"Does it hurt?"

"No. It's just sick. Only dirty whores get fucked in the ass," Sally moaned. This only made me press my finger, which had been wiggling with just the tip inside her, in even deeper to the second knuckle.

"My Master wedged his thick cock into my ass and came there just this morning," my mother said, "Does that make me a dirty whore?"

"Yes, fuck yes, you're a dirty whore, Mistress, and I love you!"

"Mommy fucked my ass with a strapon cock today. I've never come so hard in my life," my father added from the front seat. "I guess, I'm a dirty whore too!"

"Fucking whore!" Sally screamed.

"Are you talking about me, Red, or you, Pretty Sally?"

"Me, Mistress! I'm your dirty whore! I'm such a fucking slut. I even love having my asshole finger-fucked. He's licking my clit now! He's licking it! I need to come. Oh fuck! Mistress, please! Let me come!"

I heard my mother slurping on something. I assumed she was sucking on Mrs. Whitehall's massive tits. "You can come when we get in the garage. We're a half mile away now."

"Master is biting my clit! Oh, fuck! Hurry, Andrew! Speed! I can't! I can't hold back much longer! Mistress! Don't pinch my nipples! They're too sensitive. Oh fuck, you'll make me come! Ow! Ow! Oh! FUCK! So close!"

I heard my father shout, "We're in the garage! Come now, Whore! Come for your Mistress and Masters! Come, Pretty Sally Whitehall, you fucking slut!" I was surprised. I had never heard my father be so aggressive and Dominant. And she came! Hips bucking. Screaming. Panting. Gasping. Her cunt spasmed around my two fingers. Her asshole quivered around my one finger. 

"Thank you. Thank you. Oh my, thank you," Sally was almost laughing, "I just need to catch my breath."

My Dad got out of the car. He shouted,"There's no time for catching your breath, Slut! Marjorie, get out of the way." My dad opened the back door. He was had his fly down and his thin, hard, five inch cock was out. "Suck on this, Sally! Now, you dirty slut! Get your mouth on my cock!" Bleary-eyed from her orgasm, Sally lunged for Dad's dick, taking him to the root. "That's right you big, beautiful bitch, you fuckin' cock-hungry whore. Give Your Master your mouth! No hands! No hands! Pinch your titties instead. I'm going to grab your hair and just fuck your pretty, soft mouth, Sally!"

I sat on the floor in the back of the Cadillac. I wondered where my meek father had gone. I was more than a little stunned. He was totally Dominant, taking and fucking Mrs. Whitehall's face.

"Marjorie, get me a condom, one of the studded ones!"

Mom squeezed past Dad in the garage and grabbed the plastic bag from the drugstore from the front seat, "Holy crap, Andrew. There are forty-two condoms here!"

"Don't send a hungry man to buy groceries. And don't send a horny man to buy condoms. There are three variety packs, and a pack of natural skin ones. Plus a tube of warming lube, and a cute, little, purple battery powered vibrator. I liked the design on the box. Get out a studded condom, I'm going to fuck this big, beautiful, submissive slut's cunt!"

"Here, the 'Randy Rider, studded for her pleasure'," Mom read from the packaging. "This one is lubed with a warming gel."

"Take it out of the foil, Marjorie. Sally Slut, get on you back and spread your legs. That's right, you horny bitch. Show me your pussy. You're going to get royally fucked! Slip that condom on your husband's cock, Marjorie. Mmm. Fuck. I can feel that warming lube. Now, tell me you really want me to fuck your big-tittied best friend, Blue."

Mom kissed Dad full on the mouth. "Fuck her, Puppy. Fuck her silly. Fuck her into next week, Andrew. I love you. And I love our new submissive. I want you to give her every pleasure."

Mrs. Whitehall was lying down on the back seat of the Cadillac. Her legs hung out the door. Dad leaned forward and began running his condom covered cock along Sally's slit. "Tell me what you want, Sally."

"I want your cock in me, Andrew,"

"Call me, Red. No, call me, Master Red, or just, Master. Tell me what you want, Sally."

"I want your cock, Master. Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. Fuck me, Red. Fuck me, Master Red! Fuck your slut! Please, don't tease me. It's been so long. My pussy needs filled, Master Red."

"Spread those pussy lips. Show me that greedy fuck-hole! Yes! Perfect! Now, take it," Dad shouted. And he jammed his cock, balls deep, into Mrs. Whitehall. He held it deep. "Tell me how that feels, you big, beautiful, submissive slut."

"It's perfect, Master. My cunt was built for your cock. Oh, Gods! You fill me up so good. You're such a masterful lover. Such a great fuck, Sir. Yes! Just like that. Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!"

My father looked at me. "Pony-boy," he said. Dad used my submissive name. I was caught off guard. "Are these the biggest tits you've ever seen?", he asked.

"In real life, Dad? Yes, Sir. Sally, you have phenomenal tits." I caressed them as I spoke. "So big. So soft. Such gorgeous nipples."

"They're very sensitive right now. They're always super-sensitive right after I orgasm."

"Pony-Boy, I need you to be sucking those juggies."

"Yes, Sir." 

"Master," Mrs. Whitehall said, and I realized she wasn't talking to me, "Master Red, may I come again on your cock?"

"Are you close?"

"Any second now. With your fucking and, oh my, Master Bobby loving my tits. I'm on the edge right now. I would just have to play with my clit a little."

"Blue, my only love.," my Dad said, "Come here."

"Yes, Master." I had never heard my mom refer to Dad as "Master" before, I was hit by conflicting waves of jealousy and pride in my Dad. Pride won out. 

"Kiss me, Love, I need that right now." My mother tenderly, then passionately kissed Dad, while his cock picked up steam in and out of her best friend's pussy. "Is your pussy feeling left out, Blue? You can tell me."

"A little, Sir. But this is Sally's time. I'll get fucked later."

"No. This is your time too, Blue. Go around. Get in on the other side of the car, and sit on Pretty Sally's face."

Blue giggled like she had just got a present. "Really? Should I do that?"

"Go make this slut give you a great cum, Mistress Blue. Did you hear that, Sally?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You're going to eat my wife's cunt. And the more excited she gets the faster I'm going to fuck you. But I've come three times today already. I could orgasm now or in a half hour. I'm in no rush. And I'm in total control. I will cum with my wife. So you had better get her off. You may play with your beautiful big clit and cum as many times as you want. But I won't be done fucking until Mistress Blue cums on your face, Sally."

Mrs. Whitehall nodded, then began furiously stroking her huge clit. It must be four times the size of Mom's. She whispered to me, "Daddy, may I come again, please?"

"Daddy wants you to come, Little Girl. Now!" I bit her nipple, and flicked my tongue across the face of it. Mrs. Whitehall groaned, arched her back and came again. 

Mom climbed in the backseat. She had pulled off her white boots and panties. She kissed Sally in an upside-down kiss. "Are you having fun, slut?"

"Oh, Margie. Do I need permission for each orgasm? They're coming on top of each other now."

Mom laughed, "No, you can just come. But don't make yourself too sensitive. Red won't stop pounding your cunt, slut, until I have come. Are you ready to eat my pussy, Sally?"

"Margie, I've loved you for years. I want this so bad. Please, Mistress. Let me show you how much I love you. Please?"

Mom spun around and lowered her bald, shaven pussy to her best friend's face. Mrs. Whitehall had her eyes closed in anticipation, or was focusing on her pleasure. Either way, Sally arched her back and came again as soon as Mistress Blue's pussy made contact with her submissive's tongue. 

I sat up. My back was starting to hurt, crouched on the floor. My father was pistoning his cock in Mrs. Whitehall's cunt. He was muttering things like, "Take it. Take it, bitch! Fuck my cock! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I reached over the front seat and grabbed the warming lube and the box with the vibrator. I took it out. It was only about five inches long, with a slight curve at the tip. I slicked it with the warming gel, and touched it to Mrs. Whitehall's huge, distended clit. She moaned, as she felt the sensations of the gel. She had her hands up by Mom's thighs and pussy. I clicked the vibrator on, to its lowest setting, and ran it in circles around our submissive's clit. When I saw her arch her back and moan again in orgasm, I click the vibe up a speed and pressed it directly on her sensitive clit. 

She screamed in surprise, as her orgasms compounded on top of each other. I took the vibe off Sally's pussy, clicked it around to its lowest setting again, and turned my attention toward teasing the brown, puckered rosebud of my mother's asshole.

"Oh, Master, what are you doing?", she asked. Then she focused on her friend, eating her cunt. "Yes, Slut! Suck that clit. Lick it! Faster! Bite it. Eat me! Oh fuck!"

I knew Mom was getting close. So I pressed the vibe against her sphincter. "Relax, Blue!" I eased the tip inside.

"Oh fuck! What are you doing to me, Master? I'm so fucking sensitive back there still, from the butt-fucking you gave me this morning! Oh, fucking fuck!" 

I clicked the vibe up two speeds and twirled it in her ass. My mother screamed, "YES! Master! Fuck! Andrew! Baby, come with me! Oh fuck! Eat my pussy, Sally! Never stop eating my cunt! Oh, gods! Fu-fuck! Guh! Gah! Gah! FUCK! St.-stop! Too much!"

I clicked the vibe to off and held it still. My Dad had just shot his load, fucking Sally Whitehall. She was only the second woman Dad had ever fucked.

I eased the vibrator out of Mom's ass. She leaned forward off her best friend's face. "Thank you, Sally. Oh, that was good. Better than I had imagined. I'm tingling all over," Mom said.

Mrs. Whitehall's face was slick with my mother's juices. She licked her lips and smiled. "You taste wonderful, Mistress. Oh, Master Red, that was so good. That is exactly the kind of pussy pounding I've been needing for years."

Dad eased his cock out. "Thank you, Ladies! Marjorie, I love you more than ever. Thank you for sharing your friend with me. Sally, you are amazing. That will be the first of many times fucking you." Dad slipped the condom off of his slimy cock. He held it up. "And look how much I came. Slut! Get down here and clean your Master's cock with your mouth!"

Sally laughed and looked at me. She whispered, "I thought you said Master Red was submissive." She struggled a little to sit up and get out of the car. But then she knelt on the bare, concrete, garage floor, and reverently kissed and licked my father's cock clean. 

My mother gathered up her clothes from the front seat, and her boots and panties from behind the car. Sally had finished cleaning Dad's cock, and he was helping her stand. Mom lightly kissed Dad, then kissed her friend, "We are going to have such fun! I'm going to make a pot of tea."

"Yes, Margie. Thank you. I'm very thirsty," Mrs. Whitehall said.

Mom and Dad went inside, holding hands.

Mrs. Whitehall looked at me. She rushed around the car and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you, Sir. That was amazing." We kissed. My cock pressed against her belly. "Oh my! Master, I must have come seven or eight times. Honestly, I've never felt anything like that."

"I'm very happy, Pretty Sally."

"I love the way you call me, Pretty Sally. It makes me feel so young and sexy."

"Well, you are sexy."

"Thank you, Master." She touched my cock and began stroking it. "But I'm so sorry, Sir."

"Sorry for what?"

"Master Red fucked me and he came. I ate Mistress Blue until she came. I couldn't stop coming myself. I honestly lost count. And here you are with a stiff, hard cock. That's not right."

"What do you suggest we do about that?"

"Sir, I just want to tell you how I feel. I love serving your father and especially your mother. But I want you to be special, my owner, my first, my...my...Daddy."

"I'm honored, Little Girl."

"You are the one who took me. So your needs come first, Daddy. Before any other Mistresses or Masters. Don't let me ever forget that."

"I won't," I said. And we kissed again, with more passion.

"Daddy, I think I'm going to need you to spank or paddle your Little Girl really hard. And then," she leaned in really close, and whispered in my ear, "you're going to have to make me your dirty whore. You're going to have to fuck your special Dirty Whore's ass!"

"Are you sure, Pretty Sally?"

"Yes, Daddy. Your father whispered that he loved fucking me, but that the next time would be in my ass. I don't think I should refuse him."

"You always can do that, Sally. If things are going too fast, or you just want to let me know that you are getting close to your limits, just say, 'Yellow Card.' And if you need a game or scene or punishment to end immediately, say, 'Red Card.' That means, everything stops."




The Blue Life Ch. 12: Lace Boudoir



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. This chapter of the story grew to be very long. It became three times as long as other chapters. So, I broke it down into three chapters, that I will post close together. There's a lot of sexual tension in the next three chapters of the story, but not much actual climatic fucking until the third part (Chapter 14). There is also less, direct Incestuous Action in Chapters 12 & 13. But it remains a prominent theme.

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I had taken hours and slowly worked Sally Whitehall into a zone of deep submission and total sexual surrender, all as foreplay toward fucking her ass for the first time.. 

Sally is my mother's Best Friend. She's in her late thirties, about 5'3" tall, pleasantly plump and very generously endowed with huge breasts and a large, round backside. She has light blue eyes and dishwater blonde hair, cut in a Dorothy Hamill style that doesn't really suit her. Earlier in the day, Mom had tried to pull a fast one on me, by getting me a position where I was totally helpless and naked, and sandbagging me with her horny friend by surprise. I don't know what Mom and Mrs. Whitehall were expecting. Mom had been confiding in her friend for months about our relationship. First, it had been when Mom and I were corresponding anonymously via the Internet. I was slowly seducing my Mom and growing accustomed to the thrill of Dominating her. Mom was trying to get a handle on her feelings and figuring out who her online Master might be. She came to confess her virtual extramarital affair to her friend, Sally. And Sally was the one who had encouraged Mom to explore and expand her sexual horizons. It was Sally who eventually suggested first that Mom's online lover and her son might be the same person. So, when Mom and I became lovers, Sally was kept in the loop. I didn't know this. But, Sally was living vicariously through my Mom. She loved hearing about how and where we would fuck. Or the different ways I would discipline Blue (that's my Mother's submissive nickname) or challenge her submission. Sally especially liked hearing Mom talk about my body, Mom's descriptions of my cock, abs or ass. Sally got a vicarious thrill out of the dirty, incestuous nature of our relationship too. And that only compounded when my father was added to the mix.

Mom knew that Sally was living through her. I think Mom knows that Sally would masturbate, imagining the things that her friend, Marjorie, was telling her. A repeated theme in their conversations became, "Oh Marjorie, if only I could see Bobby's cock just once," or, "Marjorie, I would love to have just a taste of what you've got." It's not like I'm some major stud. But, I'm a handsome guy. Tall: about 6'2". I'm muscular, but not ripped. And my cock is a nice, thick six and a half inches. I'm not Porn Star big. But, I've gotten no complaints.

So, this morning, I offered Mom my submission. It's a complicated story. But somehow, the servant became the Mistress, and I became my mother's sub. It was exciting at first. Something new and very different for me. And there were reasons for handing Mom all the sexual power in our house at the time. Well, Mom switched roles, and she ran with that. Eventually, she got me in a position where she was forcing me to stay naked as punishment and humiliation. And Mom had set me up to "run into her friend," as I sat naked and alone in the backseat of my Dad's Cadillac, while my Mom and Dad shopped inside at a local strip mall. I don't think Mom and her friend really had a plan as to what might happen next . Mrs. Whitehall says that she was hoping just to see my cock, or maybe to help me jack off or give me a quick blowjob. She claims she wasn't thinking straight, that her horniness got the best of her. I think my mother was trying to safely humiliate me, have me get "caught" naked and jacking-off in a parking lot. But have the person who caught me be her Best Friend, someone she could trust to be discreet about the whole thing.

What happened was more than what Mom or Mrs. Whitehall had imagined. I realized that Mom had set me up. And I was angry about that. But, also, I recognized Sally's almost desperate horniness. She has been divorced for five or six years now. She's heavyset, and has been raising a teenage daughter by herself. She hasn't dated or had a lover in years. It's just been her sex toys and some erotic novels for sexual release. I could sense Mrs. Whitehall's eagerness, not just for sex, but for submission too. I don't know what overcame us both, because I demanded her complete submission before we had even kissed, before she had even seen or swallowed my cock. I just knew Mrs. Whitehall was ready. Maybe it was all the stories my mother had told her about being dominated by me that had gotten her primed. Maybe Sally was secretly hoping I would Dominate her too.

Anyway, I took Sally Whitehall as a submissive. Actually, my whole family took her, even my father. My Dad is generally so sexually submissive, I would call him meek. I don't know why Dad was so aggressive with Mrs. Whitehall, maybe it's because just a few hours before, Dad had thrown off the burden of being sexually abused by his brother, my Uncle Nick. That abuse had been happening for decades, and it's seriously messed my Dad up in the head. But, at one point both Mom and Mrs. Whitehall were topless in the backseat of Dad's car. Dad was driving. And I was on the floor eating Pretty Sally's pussy and fingering her cunt and ass to her first orgasm of the day. Mom was licking Sally's massive 40F cup breasts, and Mom had commanded that Sally could not orgasm until we got home and in the garage. Well, by the time we got home, Sally was desperate to cum. And my father was worked up to such a degree that he demanded to fuck Sally, right there in the garage. And Dad began to Dominate and direct the scene, something I had never seen him do!

Dad commanded me to suck Sally's gigantic jugs. Seriously, they are the biggest breasts I've ever seen naked in real life. They sag some. But they have huge nipples, and salad plate sized areola. Sally's breasts also become extremely sensitive just after she orgasms. So sucking her tits or biting her nipples can send her through the roof on a multi-orgasmic run. Dad had also instructed Sally to eat my mother's pussy, to make Mom come. That had been a mutual fantasy of both my mother and her best friend for years, but one that they had never shared with each other. They were both too scared to make that first move. Frankly, before Mom began her affair with me, Mom would have been too conservative and sexually repressed to even think about having a lesbian affair with her friend, Sally Whitehall. 

So, my family ended up having an orgy with my mother's best friend in the back of my father's Cadillac. It was surreal. Later, Sally realized that I was the only one who had not cum. She either felt extremely guilty about that, or she was eager to live out another fantasy. Because she asked me to discipline her by spanking her and then fucking her ass! Now, Mrs. Whitehall has never had anal sex before. But she was eager to seal her submission with her "Daddy" (me) by having our first fuck be taking my thick six and a half inch cock up her backdoor! 

I took this as a challenge. I'm not very experienced with anal sex. But if my first time fucking my new submissive slut was going to be in her ass, I was going to make sure it was spectacular. I had an idea. This was something that I had been thinking about trying out with Blue, but I figured it would be good to give it a test run with Mrs. Whitehall. So I grabbed an Athletics bag, took my basketball out of it, and loaded it up with sex supplies: lube, restraints, the paddle, a selection of vibes, butt plugs and even anal beads. I also took packed a blindfold, a ball-gag, headphones and my music player. I loaded that into the trunk of my compact car. Then, I grabbed a wedge-shaped sex pillow from my Mom's closet. It's a hard foam pillow with a washable cover. It has "D"-rings at the corners for restraints. It can be used a number of ways. I like it, because I've bound my mother to it for extended periods, and it's soft enough that she hasn't gotten sore.

I got dressed in casual slacks, thong underwear, a dark purple dress shirt, socks and black shoes. I made sure I had my wallet phone and keys. Then I went downstairs. Mrs. Whitehall was supposed to be in the kitchen having tea with Mom and Dad. Dad was having tea. Mom was on her knees kissing Pretty Sally's pussy. Sally looked up at me and blushed. She said, "Is this all right, Sir? Your mother wanted to taste me."

Mother looked up from her kneeling position. "Your pussy looks amazing, Sally. I love the way your inner lips puff up and extend. And, mmm, I think I could spend days exploring your the big clit! But, I don't like the way that warming lube from the condom feels on my tongue. We need to give you a rinse before we continue, Sweetie."

"We need to get going too, Sally," I said, "Freshen up in the bathroom and get dressed."

Mom pouted. Sally stood up and gathered her clothes. She picked up her panties and handed them to my father. She said, "Master Red, thank you for giving me such an amazing fuck. I don't think my pussy has ever gotten a better workout. Marjorie is very lucky. And I hope to, well, you know, do more exploring with you soon. I would like you to have my panties, Sir, as a keepsake, a memento of our first time together."

My Dad took the panties. He smiled. He also couldn't help but bring them to his face to take in Mrs. Whitehall's scent. He said, "Thank you, Sally. You're a beautiful slut. I really had fun too."

Sally took her clothes and went to change in the bathroom. "Red," I used my father's submissive nickname, "I'd like you to get the package from the pet store out of your trunk. And bring it in your room."

Dad shrugged. "Yes, Sir. I can do that." He got up from the table and went out to the garage. 

I helped Mom stand up from the floor. She looked me up and down. "You look nice," she said.

"Thanks, Blue. I'm going to go out on a little date with Mrs. Whitehall."

"Really? So, you like her?"

"Not romantically, Mom. But certainly sexually, and as a friend. But, she wants me to fuck her ass. She wants to feel like a Dirty Whore. Wait, she wants to feel like MY Dirty Whore. And I think her Master should give her that."

"Oh, goodie. Can I help?"

"Next time, Blue. We are going to go over to Sally's house, just so I can make sure she feels safe and comfortable. I'm probably going to stay the night there. I thought you and Dad might like some alone time too."

"Did you remember your toothbrush?" Mom is always very practical.

"Dang. I forgot. But we'll get one while we are shopping. We are going to get Sally some new bras and panties. What she was wearing are not sexy enough."

"You could take her to The Lace Boudoir, that's the high-end place where I had my fitting. I get a lot of Lingerie there. But, you'll have to make an appointment for a fitting. They might not have an opening today."

"OK. I'll check. Blue, Sally likes to call me, Daddy."

Mom made a face. "I heard."

"I just want you to know, that you are my special Baby Girl. No one will ever come between us. Not Sally, not Dad, not even whoever I might come to marry. Understand?"

"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for thinking of my feelings. That means a lot to me." And Mom kissed me. She was still completely naked, and I couldn't help but feel the stirrings of arousal. 

I cupped my hands under Mom's butt and lifted her up on her toes. Our kiss deepened. "I love you, Blue. Have fun with Dad. And I'll be back tomorrow."

"Be good to Sally, Bobby. Oh, and don't forget the condoms."

"Gotcha." I grabbed a Variety Pack Box of twelve condoms.

I turned around, and Sally was standing in the doorway, wearing her navy skirt, white blouse, and black pumps. I gave her a light peck on the cheek and said, "Ready to go?"

"Yes, Master." She took my arm and called to my mother, "Thank you for letting me borrow your son, Margie. I promise I will get him back soon."

"Enjoy getting your butt fucked, you nasty girl!"

"Do you think I'll like it?", Sally asked.

"If Bobby is as good with you as he was with me. You will be asking him to move in with you tomorrow."

"That good?" Sally laughed.

"Better."

"OK," I said, "That's enough, Blue. My ego can only take so much stroking, and then it starts to chafe."

"That's what lube is for, Bobby. Use plenty of lube."

"Gotcha, Mom!" And we left the house.

Mrs. Whitehall and I got into my compact car. "Where are we going?", she asked. 

"The Lace Boudoir, it's a lingerie store in Old Town. That is, if we can get you an appointment for a fitting. Do you have a smartphone? Can you pull up the number?"

We got an appointment for 4:30. Sally wanted to buy underwear for her appointment. I told her that sluts like her only got to wear panties if that pleases their Master. I mentioned how Mom had gone for several months without panties, except during the days of her period. I also told Sally about Dad's fetish for dirty panties.

"Do you think he'll masturbate with the panties I just gave him?", Sally asked.

"I don't know. My guess is my Dad will save them in some special spot. Like a trophy."

"Well I can't give Red my panties every time we have sex!" She laughed. "Can we stop off at a store to get me some new panties before my appointment, Sir?"

I thought for a second. "No. It would be pointless to buy painties before an appointment at a store to get new panties!"

"But, that will mean the salesperson will see my pussy, Sir!"

"I'm sure yours won't be the first."

"But what will I say?"

"Tell them that your boyfriend really didn't think your lingerie was sexy enough, and that's why we have come shopping."

"Are you my boyfriend now, Bobby McMillan?"

"If you call me your Master in Public, Mrs. Whitehall, be prepared to be treated like my slut in Public. That is one reason why Blue and Red have nicknames, so that I can command them in Public while being discreet."

"But, Sir, what if I get excited during my fitting?"

"I expect you will get excited during your fitting, Little Girl. This is all foreplay for you getting your pretty ass fucked by your Daddy. Understand?"

"Oh my! When you put it that way, I'm going to be a wet mess for this fitting."

"I will give you a chance to freshen up in a bathroom or something before your fitting, Little Girl. But, no masturbating. Your orgasms belong to me now. You can't cum without my permission."

"That's going to be a problem, Sir."

"What is, Sally?"

"Not masturbating. I'm sort of addicted. It's how I fall asleep nearly every night. It's often how I deal with stress at work too."

I reached into my pocket and took out my phone. I unlocked it and handed it to Sally. "Give your cell phone a call with this. That way you'll have my number and I'll have yours. Then, when you feel the need to masturbate, you can text me for permission."

"Really? What would I say?"

"You can be as descriptive or discreet as you want. If I see a text come in from your number, I will know not to open it where I'm not alone. But if you just text, 'MAY I, PLEASE?" I will know what you are talking about.

"And you'll text back, Yes, right?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes my answer will be, No. Or it might be, wait for me. Or I might give you detailed instructions on how I want you to get off."

"What if you can't text me back, like your in class or something, Master? What if I don't hear from you?"

"If you don't hear from me, you can ask me again after two hours. If you text me six times with no response, you can go ahead and get yourself off. But if you get a negative response, if I say, No, don't try to argue with me, especially not by text. That would be irritating. Do you like getting spanked, Little Girl?"

"It scares me, Daddy. But it also makes me so wet."

I smiled. "That's good to know," I said.

"What should I call you in public, Sir? I can't say, 'Master,' in a restaurant?"

"If you call me, Bobby, I'll know we are just talking casually. If you address me more formally, as Robert or Mr. McMillan, I will know you are looking for instruction or guidance. So, asking me, What do you think of this outfit, Bobby? That is just asking me for my opinion. But, What do you think of this bra, Robert? That has another level of meaning."

"Are you going to make me do embarrassing things?"

"I will be looking to challenge you, Little GIrl, not shame you. I'm not going to set you up for failure."

"You made Marjorie parade around the car in just her boots and a thong, Sir."

"Was that exciting?"

"It was for me. And it was for you mother. I could tell. But, I can't imagine that being me. Your mother is the most beautiful woman I've ever met in person, Sir."

"I think she's become even more beautiful over the last nine months. You've noticed the change too. Right?"

"Oh my! Yes, Sir. She's more confident. She's happier. She dresses better. Just the little bit of makeup she's wearing now make her features pop. She's fitter. I know, you are responsible for most of that."

"No. That was all Blue's doing. I may be the inspiration or the catalyst. But she's put in the hours at the gym. She's the one who has done most of the shopping. She's the one who has learned how to do her hair and makeup so that it is perfect and it doesn't take her more than 15 minutes."

"She's amazing, Bobby."

"You're also amazing, Sally."

"I'm nothing compared to Margie. Nobody would look at me twice." 

"Don't make me pull this car over and spank your ass on the highway, Little Girl."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. What did I do?"

"Don't compliment my mother as a way of putting yourself down, Mrs. Whitehall. That's insulting to both of you. Here is the only thing I did for Mom, and if you like, I will do this for you too, Sally. I act like a mirror, not just of what Mom is at the moment, but of what she can be. I try to reflect Mom's potential. It's shifted her attitude. Quick, Little Girl, say three nice things about yourself."

Mrs. Whitehall looked a bit perplexed, like she didn't know where to start or maybe how to start. "Uhm, I don't know, Sir. I've got nice tits, nice eyes and pretty lips."

"OK, that's one," I said, "You are very pretty and sexy. You've got two more to go."

"But I named three things," Sally smiled. 

"I say you named just one, your looks. Guess who is the referee in this game."

"Alright, alright, alright. Uhm. I'm very kind. And a very good friend."

"Good, being kind is part of being a good friend. You've got one more to go."

"And then do I get a prize?", Sally asked.

"You'll get a prize."

"OK. I was brave enough to take a chance today, and tell you what I really want. Even though it made me feel dirty, it has been exciting. And now this Dirty Whore is going to get butt-fucked by her very handsome, studly Master, half her age! Is that my prize?"

I laughed. "Studly?"

"Yes, Sir. Very studly. You are the best lover I have ever been with."

"But, we haven't even fucked?"

"But I have fucked your father, and he was amazing. And I have it on very good authority that you are even better than him! Plus, oh my, Sir, your tongue! I need to stop talking. I'm going to leave a wet spot on your seat."

We pulled into the Old Town shopping area of town. And I parked in the Ye Olde Towne Parking Garage.Why do they do that? The town is less than 150 years old. It was never a "Towne," and if it was a Ye Olde Towne, there certainly wouldn't be a Parking Garage! I drove up to the second level, and parked away from other cars. 




The Blue Life Ch. 13: A Phone Call



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. This chapter of the story grew to be very long. It became three times as long as other chapters. So, I broke it down into three chapters (12, 13 & 14), that I will post close together. There's a lot of sexual tension in Chapters 12 and 13 of the story, but not much actual climatic fucking until the third part (Chapter 14). But for those of your interested, there is a lot of character and plot development here! There is also less, direct Incestuous Action in Chapters 12 & 13. But it remains a prominent theme. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated.

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On the way back to car, we came near "Bibliophile Browne's Bookshop." I looked at Sally. "Sally," I said, "I have a task for you."

"Yes, Robert?"

"Go into the bookstore, and ask whoever is behind the counter to show you the Romance Novels. Tell them you're looking for a particularly steamy one. Ask if they can recommend a title or author."

"I'm going in without you, Bobby?"

"Yes. I'll take the packages back to the car. But you text me when you've done that."

"I don't understand, Sir."

"Do you have a lipstick with you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Put some on now. Yes. Lovely. You have beautiful, soft, delicious lips, Mrs. Whitehall." I stepped in and kissed her lips. "The lipstick emphasizes that. What other makeup do you carry?"

"Just an old mascara. But I don't wear it often."

"That changes today," I told my newest submissive, and my mother's best friend, "I would like you to regularly wear simple makeup. Lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and blush. And maybe a foundation. I don't know enough about makeup. We'll go for a consultation somewhere."

"Do you want me to get tarted up for our dates, Sir?"

"Yes. I would like you to take special care if you know we are seeing each other. But even when you're meeting friends, going to work or going out shopping, I want you in simple makeup. Go ahead, put on the mascara, Little Girl."

"For you, Daddy." She applied the mascara. It was simple. But it made her blue eyes pop.

I'm not Sally Whitehall's daddy. I'm about sixteen or seventeen years younger than her. I'm twenty-one, nearly twenty two, and she's in her late thirties. But, Mrs. Whitehall has become my sexual submissive. And she enjoys calling me, "Daddy," while I call her, "Little Girl." There's actually not much petite about Sally Whitehall. She's only 5'3", but she has very large breasts and a gloriously round, fat ass. She's not gorgeous, but cute and pretty, with a round face, and a soft, plump figure. 

I flipped up the collar on Sally's blouse. "Front Desk. Ask about steamy Romance Novels. Then text me."

"You're leaving me?"

"I'm going to pick up the car." I swooped a bit of Sally's darkish blonde hair behind her ear. "This is an experiment. Go!"

"Yes, Sir."

I walked on back toward the car. Just before I got there, my phone buzzed with a text.

"IN THE ROMANCE SECTION NOW. HE RECOMMENDED A BOOK: THE HART'S TEMPEST. SHOULD I BUY IT?"

I texted back: "is sales-guy cute?"

"NOT LIKE YOU. LATE 40s EARLY 50s. SKINNY. WAXED HANDLEBAR MUSTACHE. GLASSES. VEST OVER T-SHIRT. HIPPIE. A CHARACTER. BUT KINDA CUTE."

"did he notice you?"

"HE GLIMPSED MY BRA. AND TRIED NOT TO STARE AT MY TITS. YEAH, HE NOTICED, BUT WASNT GROSS ABOUT IT."

"I'm at the car now. ask about Erotica Section and what he recommends."

"HE MIGHT THINK I AM FLIRTING!!!!"

I texted says: "So? daddy sez do it!"

I put the packages in the car and got in. I started the car, but didn't go anywhere.

"DELTA OF VENUS BY ANAIS NIN. HE SMILED AT ME. AND YES, HE IS A TIT MAN!!"

I texted: "good. unbutton one more button on your blouse. take the two books up to the counter. say you want to compare romance, erotica and porn. Ask if they have a porn section. If they do, pick one book with a funny title. then buy all three books. say your ride is here and leave. I will be out front."

"IF I UNBUTTON AGAIN MY CLEAVAGE WILL BE PAST MY TITS!!!! ALMOST TO MY BELLY BUTTON!!!!!"

I texted. "unbutton one more blouse button now! dont argu or youll be coming out to the car in just your bra &your shirt over arm!!!! --daddy!"

"YES DADDY!"

"I am your out. just say--Oh my ride is here--- and then leave."

I left the garage and drove past the bookstore slowly. I tried to see in the window. I couldn't. So I circled the block, and then double parked outside the bookstore. 

Sally came skipping out of the store with a bag in her hand. She was smiling, ear to ear. She climbed in the car.

I was smiling. "What's his name?", I asked.

"He said his name is Dennis." Sally leaned over and kissed my lips, just a quick peck. Then she sat down and buckled up. "Damn! Sitting on a butt plug is not so fun, Daddy." I had placed a butt plug in Sally's ass about a half hour earlier. She was being prepared for her first adventure with anal sex!

"Where did Dennis touch you?"

"Are you jealous, Bobby?" The thought that I might be jealous made my pretty MILF submissive smile wider.

"I'm just trying to get a sense of Bookstore Dennis," I said.

"Well, he shook my hand as I left. He said he really enjoyed helping me. Oh, and he touched my shoulders when he showed me where they keep the porn. It's in a locked cabinet, in a hallway that leads to an office door."

"Does he have nice hands?"

"Long fingers. Thin. His handshake was firm, but not too tight."

"What did he smell like?"

"I didn't smell him, Bobby!"

"Yes, you did. You just didn't realize it. Guess what he smelled like, Sally."

"Sandlewood and Italian Food."

"Do you like Italian Food, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"I love it, Bobby. What are you getting at?"

"OK. Here's the big question: What did Dennis give you?"

"How did you know, Sir? Was that a set-up? Is Dennis a friend of yours?"

"No. I don't know Dennis. And?...What did he give you?"

"He only charged me for the romance novel and Delta of Venus. He gave me the porn book for free!"

"Show it to me," I said.

She pulled a paperback from the bag. The cover had a drawing of a Nun. Her robes was hiked up, and she was wearing a garter and fishnet stockings. The title of the book was, "The Nun's Naughty Habits." There was a business card stuck in the pages of the book.

"It's a used bookstore," Sally explained, "so paperbacks are usually just half the cover price. Hardcovers and collectible books are marked in pencil on the first page. The porn book is from the 70s! It's marked $15.00. But he gave that one to me free! Why?"

"Uhm. Maybe it's because you're smoking hot, Sally."

"I'm cute. And I have big tits."

"And a hot ass, and nice legs," I added.

"And a hot ass that my Master is going totally fuck, just to make me his Dirty Whore." Sally said it full voice, not as a whisper, not as a joke.

"Hmm," I pictured it in my head, "I am going to enjoy taking your anal virginity, Sweet Sally."

"Have you ever been with a virgin, Bobby?"

"I'm only 21 and I haven't been with that many women. But, no. I don't think so."

"Wouldn't you love to teach a young woman all she needs to know about pleasure?"

"Maybe. It would depend on the woman," I said.

"What about Terri?"

I sputtered, not expecting her to say that, "Your daughter, Mrs. Whitehall? Are you trying to get me thrown in jail? She's what? Sixteen?

"She's a Senior in High School. And she turned eighteen last month."

"She's just a skinny little kid," I argued.

"When was the last time you saw Terri?"

I thought, "I guess, three and a half years ago, at my High School Graduation." Mrs. Whitehall laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You're in for a surprise. Terri has grown up. She's filled out. But she's also become this angry, defiant punk. She says she hates boys. I don't want her to hate boys, Bobby!" 

I told her, "There's nothing wrong with being Lesbian, Mrs. Whitehall."

Sally leaned over and stroked my cock through my pants. "There's nothing wrong with liking cock either."

"Do you want me to crash this car? Give me some warning, please."

Sally began unzipping my zipper. "Here's your warning. I'm going to take out your cock, Sir."

"Thank you. But don't distract me. And don't make me cum!"

Sally unbuckled my pants, pulled out my shaft and flicked her tongue across the tip. "Why can't I make you cum, Master? I want to. I'm very good with my mouth."

"Because my next load gets deposited in your ass, Mrs. Whitehall."

"I love sucking cock!" She bobbed her head down on my shaft and bumped her head on the steering wheel. I moved my seat back.

"You also love eating pussy, Sally."

Sally popped up in her seat. She unbuckled herself and got up on her knees. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I guess I love eating both!"

I chuckled. "Me too!"

"I loved the way you made me eat your mother's pussy," Sally purred in my ear as she stroked my cock.. 

"I think Red made you do that," I corrected her.

"But you were in control of everything, Daddy. I really did all of that to please you, Sir. I fucked your father and I ate your mother's pussy for my Daddy."

"That was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, Mrs. Whitehall, you eating your best friend's pussy."

"I loved it. I loved it when you made Sondra eat my pussy too. I wanted to eat hers. I wish you had made me." Sondra was the saleswoman at The Lace Boudoir. She is lovely. And assisted with far more than just lingerie.

"I have her number. We can call and ask her if she wants you to eat her pussy."

"You should just tell her. That's what she wants, Sir! You should have just told me to eat her pussy at the store, and I would have."

I laughed. "Admit it, you want that, Sally."

"I want that. I want you to make me eat Pretty Sondra's cunt," Sally said it proudly.

"I will see if that can be arranged, Little Girl. You just have to say what you want."

"I want you to force me to eat Marjorie's pussy again, Sir."

"See how easy that is!"

"Thank you, Sir. Do I really just have to ask?"

"If there's a pleasure in my power to grant you, I will do my best to get you that, whatever that is. This Dominance and submission thing is a two way street. I may be in control, but I'm focused on your experience, your growth and your pleasure, Sally. But I can't tailor your pleasure, unless I know what you want."

We were stopped at a light. Sally leaned in front of me and kissed me deeply. "I want you to make me eat your mother's pussy again. And I would enjoy being on my knees and calling Sondra, Mistress."

"Sondra takes this BDSM stuff more seriously than me, Sally. Don't ask for more than you are sure you want."

"But you would protect me. Right, Daddy? And I can always say Red Card. Nothing happens that I don't want too."

"You're right, Sally."

We were driving again. Sally paused and took a deep breath. "This is what I really want, Sir."

"I'm listening." I didn't know where this was going.

"I want you to force me to seduce my daughter. I want you to make me eat her pretty, punk, lesbian pussy, Daddy."

I pulled the car over. "Whoa. I'm going to pull the Yellow Card. Slow down, Sally Whitehall. Have you really thought about this?"

Sally sat back down and buckled up. "I've given the subject a considerable amount of consideration and masturbation. I want the sort of closeness you and your mother share. And..."

"And what? You need to be very careful about this. You can't unfuck your kid," I said.

"We fight. She says she's a lesbian. And I say she doesn't know, because she's just a virgin."

"She's never been with a boy or girl?"

"High School has been hard for her. She's having trouble fitting in. I just want her to be happy. I want to make her happy. If she wants to experiment and be with a woman, that could be me. I want her!"

"You want her."

"Oh my, yes! She's so sexy. She drives me nuts. But I can't tell if that's because she's just a rebellious teen, or because...I don't know."

"Or because you want to jump her bones."

"YES!"

"But you want me to fuck her too. You would like me to take her virginity." I was skeptical.

"I just want her to have every experience. I don't want her to give up on cock unless she knows what she's missing. I also want my family to have the intimacy and closeness that Marjorie has! Is that so wrong?"

I said, "You're jealous!"

"I'm envious."

I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up. "You've given me a lot to think about." I turned left at the light.

"We're still going to my house. Right? You're still going to make me your Dirty Whore, Bobby?" Mrs. Whitehall looked scared, like she thought she might have jeopardized that. I wasn't driving directly to her house.

"Yes, Sally. But we're going past the Liberty Mall. Your car is still parked there."

"I don't need my car tonight, Sir."

"How does that butt plug feel, Little Girl?"

"Weird, Daddy. But not unpleasant."

"That's part of a graduated set of five plugs. We skipped Number One and went straight to Two. I slowly worked my mother up to Number Four before I took her ass. And that took months of training."

"I know. She told me. It took her months of her begging and training her asshole before you took her. You let your father have her ass first."

"My Dad's cock isn't as big as mine. It was easier for my Mom to handle. Sally, we are going to graduate you to the Number Four in just one night. And that will be before I take your ass, Mrs. Whitehall."

Sally swallowed. "How big is it?" I made gesture with my fingers, indicating the size. "Oh my," she said.

"What do you want to eat? Do you want Pizza or Chinese?" We pulled into the Liberty Shopping Mall.

"I like Chinese. Chicken with Broccoli, Fried Rice, and Spring Rolls," Sally said.

"Which one is your car?", I asked. 

She pointed. "The blue, mini-pickup, there."

"Cute. Alright, I will get us Chinese. I will meet you at your house. Text me the address, it's been awhile since I've been there, and I've never driven." Sally pulled out her phone and started texting. "You will have some tasks to complete before I get there." I made sure my pants were fixed and got out of the car. Sally didn't wait for me to get her door. She got out too.

"What tasks?"

"Stop at the drugstore and get lube."

"I have lots of lube, Sir. Lube and toys. It comes from being addicted to masturbating. Remember?"

"You will have to show me sometime."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Stop at the drugstore anyway, and get some saline enemas."

Sally made a face. "Seriously, Bobby? You want me to give myself an enema? That's gross."

"That's why you will do it while I'm getting Chinese food. Because I don't want to. Take out the Number Two Butt Plug. Use the toilet. Give yourself a light enema. Half the bottle will be fine. Use the toilet again. Then, quickly shower. Make sure your butt and anus are clean. But do NOT cum touching yourself, Slut." I opened up the trunk. "Don't wash your hair. That will take too long. After your shower. Light some scented candles. Put on some soft music. Then lube this," I pulled out the Number Three Butt Plug from my bag, "and work this into your ass. Make sure you use plenty of lube."

Sally's eyes went wide seeing the butt plug. "Oh my! I might have to sit on this."

"That's a good strategy. Don't rush. You will really need to relax, Little Girl."

"I will try, Daddy." She hugged me and kissed me.

"Good. I've got a reward for you." I got a box out from the stuff from The Lace Boutique. I handed it to Sally. "I was going to save this for a special occasion. But there's nothing more special than a sweet, innocent, virginal Little Girl choosing to be her Daddy's Dirty Butt-fucking Whore."

Sally beamed. "Robert McMillan, you really know how to push this old lady's buttons. I am so fucking wet for you right now." She opened up the box. Inside was the sheer white bra and coordinating split-crotch panties from The Honeymoon Collection at The Lace Boutique. "Oh my, Bobby! What did you do? These are too pretty? This is too expensive."

"I bought this just for you, Sally. You didn't pay for this or the garter and stockings you're wearing now. And Sondra gave us a good discount."

"Oh my! The bra is see-through!"

"This set is special. You will look amazing in it. But you will wear this for your Master alone. Understand?"

"I don't want any other lovers, Daddy."

"There will be other lovers. My father, my mother. Maybe your daughter?"

"Mistress Sondra?"

"Don't call her Mistress unless she formalizes a relationship with you. And know what you are getting into before you do. What about Bibliophile Dennis?"

Sally made a face. "He's just a skinny, old nerd who likes my titties, Sir. You're all the man I need."

I kissed Sally. "Mrs. Whitehall, you are marvelous. But I don't have the time or energy to be your boyfriend. I'm a college Senior. My mother is my Primary Sub. I can't meet all your social and sexual needs, not even with my Dad's help. You said Dennis was cute."

"What, should I just call the bookstore and ask for Dennis?"

"You could do that. Or you could call his cell phone. He gave you his number," I told Sally. 

Sally raised an eyebrow. "He did?"

"He slipped it in 'The Nun's Naughty Habits,' on the back of a business card. That's why he gave you the book, he wants you to call him," I said. 

"Really? No. Why would he want that?"

"Because you are an exotic, mysterious beauty, who let him know that you are looking for love, erotic romance, and sex."

"You set me up! Do you know Dennis? Oh I feel like an idiot." Sally was a little mad at me.

I held up my hands. "I don't know Dennis. I didn't know what was going to happen. I just sent you into the store to buy some books."

"So you think I should call him? Random men don't just flirt with me. I'm not a beauty like your mother or Sondra."

"You are beautiful. And I think maybe you don't notice when men try to flirt."

"What would I say to him?" She got out the book and found the card in the middle. On the back was written: "Cellphone: 555-2437." He signed it, "Dennis Browne."

"Ask him if he was flirting with you? Ask him if he's married or is in a relationship? Then, if you like his answers, ask him what he wants to do about that."

"But what if he wants to go on a date?"

"Sally, your daughter, Terri doesn't need a Babysitter anymore. You don't need my permission. You are only busy tonight. I've got dibs on your sweet ass. Beyond that, see what Bibliophile Browne has in mind."

"Do I tell him about you, Bobby?"

"Not unless you think he's a creep and you want to scare him off," I kidded.

"You don't know how much this scares me, Master. I would rather be giving myself an enema than calling some strange man."

"You're in luck, Little Girl," I kissed the tip of her nose, "tonight you get do both! Call him on your way to the drugstore. If he's a creep, hang up on him. If he's sweet, give him a chance."

"Thank you, Daddy. But if I'm calling Dennis, you need to call Sondra."

I laughed. "I don't know. She's pretty scary. I think she threatened to chop off my nuts. I kind of like my nuts." Sondra is beautiful. And I think we have a connection. But I also find her very intimidating.

"I like your nuts too, Daddy. Which is why you should probably call her. If I'm calling Dennis; you're calling Sondra. Deal?"

I shook my head, no, but I rolled my eyes and said, "Deal."

Mrs. Whitehall wrapped her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoes and kissed me. "If Mistress Sondra wants to see me get fucked in the ass for the first time, you had better order extra Chinese."




The Blue Life Ch. 14: Sally and Terri



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. This chapter of the story grew to be very long. It became three times as long as other chapters. So, I broke it down into three chapters (12, 13 & 14). There's a lot of sexual tension in Chapters 12 and 13 of the story. Fortunately, this Chapter features lots of nasty, kinky, surprising sex! Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated.

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I took the bag of Chinese Food with me and went to the door. There was a note on the door that read, "Door's unlocked. Just come in. -s." I decided to leave the note on the door and the door unlocked on the slim chance that Sondra might actually drive over. I entered quietly, and set the food on a small table in the entryway.

I tiptoed into the house. I don't know why I was being sneaky. Sally was right, the house was a mess. It didn't smell. There was just stuff everywhere. The dining room table was being used for a desk. There was folded laundry on the couch, with a laundry basket next it, full of clothes waiting to be folded.

I heard Sally cry out, "Oh FUCK," from the bathroom. It sounded like she was hurt.

I called out, "Sally, are you OK?" And I went to the bathroom door.

"Oh shit," I heard her say, "Bobby, Master, Daddy, don't come in! I'm not ready! Oh FUCK!"

I opened the door. Sally was in the Honeymoon set lingerie. The bra was totally sheer exposing Sally's huge nipples. She had on the lacy, white, split-crotch panties too. She also had on the black garter belt and stockings. Those didn't go perfectly with the set, but it was still sexy as hell, and it felt nice that Sally wanted to wear all the special things I had picked out for her. She had a look of embarrassment, confusion, and pain on her face. She had the toilet seat down, and was trying to work the larger, Number Three butt plug into her ass by sitting on it. She looked up at me and said, "Daddy, I can't do it. I've been trying for a few minutes now."

"Shh. I'm sorry, Little Girl. Your Daddy should have been here to help. Did you lube both the plug and your butt-hole, Baby?"

"Yes, Daddy. But I'm too tense. It won't go in."

"Let's focus on something else. Now that your Daddy is here that plug's just going to ease inside."

"Easier said than done, Bobby."

"I'm not Bobby. I'm your Daddy now, call me, Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy."

"You got dressed pretty for your Daddy. You look so sexy, Little Girl. Take out your Daddy's cock."

"Yes, Daddy." She undid my belt. I helped her with the button and fly, and my pants dropped to my knees.

"No. Don't take my cock into your mouth. Just wipe it on your face. Kiss it. Lick it. You love my cock."

"I love your cock, Daddy."

"You're such a fucking beautiful fuck-slut! You feel how hard I am! That's all because of you."

"I love your cock, Daddy!"

"Rub your clit, slut. Pinch it. Really rub it."

"That will make me cum, Daddy!"

"Close your eyes. Smell my cock. Lick it. Taste it. And imagine how good that hard fuck-meat will feel sliding into your tight, little pussy. I'm going to fuck your pussy hard. And you're going to cum all over my cock."

"Daddy, I'm going to cum now."

"I want you to cum now. But imagine that black butt plug is your Daddy's cock, invading your butt. You're opening yourself to my pulsing fuck-stick, taking it in your ass, you fucking dirty Daddy Whore! You're going to cum, Little Girl!"

The butt plug popped inside Sally's ass, and she simultaneously came. I steadied her, because it looked like she got woozy for a second. "Oh fuck! Daddy! My asshole is cumming too. Oh Daddy! I can't stop cumming."

"Stand up, Slut!" I kicked off my shoes and pants.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Take me to your bedroom. I can't wait anymore. I need to fuck you now, Sally."

"Yes, Daddy. Are you going to have my asshole?"

"No. I need to fuck your cunt, right now. Oh fuck! I left the condoms in the car! Damn!"

Sally could see my desperation. "It's OK, she said, "I bought some at the drugstore, Master."

"Hurry. Get one out. Roll it onto my cock. That's right. Now lie back on the bed. Damn, your pussy is beautiful! Tell me you want this."

"Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours!"

I pressed my cock inside her. "Oh, so freaking tight! You feel so good on my cock, Slut!"

"You're so big, Bobby! Much bigger than your father. And with this butt plug in my ass, I'm so filled up. Fill me!"

"You're such a good fuck, Mrs. Whitehall! Rub that big fat clit again and cum on my cock. God, your tits look sexy in that bra."

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Make me your whore. Oh fuck, you're so big! God, I love being fucked by you! Fuck me!"

I grunted and came. All the pent up lust from the last four hours came shooting out of my cock, filling the condom. "Oh, wow," I sighed, "That was short, but sweet. I'm sorry I couldn't last longer. I was just overcome with lust."

"That was wonderful, Bobby. I came in the bathroom and then again with you pounding my pussy."

I eased my cock out of Mrs. Whitehall. I had left a large load of semen in the tip of the condom.

"Oh, Bobby. Look at how much spunk you had inside you! No wonder you had to cum so fast. You must have had blue balls, from Sondra and I teasing you back at the store." She eased the condom off of my withering penis. "Mmm. It's still warm. How many ounces do you think this is?"

"I couldn't say. It felt like a big load for me."

"It's a shame to waste it. May I, Daddy?"

I was confused. "May you what, Little Girl?"

Mrs. Whitehall didn't answer but, just put the end of the condom to her mouth and tipped it up. She squeezed my semen from the tip out the end, like she was working a tube of yogurt. She smiled up at me, and then opened her mouth to show me she was rolling my cum around on her tongue. It was a very nasty and erotic sight. She closed her lips. Swallowed and licked her lips. "It tasted a little bit like condom. But it didn't totally spoil the flavor. It was still warm, and sweet and salty. I prefer getting it right from the source." She kissed my cock. And then took it in her mouth.

"That's right. Clean my cock. Then I brought us some dinner."

"Chicken with Broccoli and Spring Rolls?" Mrs. Whitehall clapped her hands together, like she was about to get a present.

"Yep. Plus, Spicy Beef with Baby Corn and Egg Rolls," I said.

"Ew. I might have a taste of the Beef. But I don't like those Baby Corn."

I laughed. I walked back into the bathroom and got my pants. "Don't tell Sondra about the Baby Corn. She loves Baby Corn."

"So...you called her?"

"Yep. She helped me order the Chinese Food." I lifted up the bag. "I made sure there was extra, just in case."

"What? She's coming over? Oh, Bobby, I've got to clean up."

"No, you don't. Go to your closet and put on your highest heeled shoes."

"But I'm in my underwear, Bobby. I don't need heels," Mrs. Whitehall complained.

"You're in a garter and stockings. And that demands shoes, unless you're in bed or on your back getting fucked, Slut. That's three with the paddle for arguing with your Master. And three more for the messy house. It doesn't bother me. But obviously, you seem to think you need punished for it."

"Am I getting paddled now, Daddy?"

"After dinner. I want the anticipation of your punishment to add a bit of spice to your food."

Sally said, "Oh my," and then ran to get some heels. She came back in open toed pumps with a two inch, thick heel.

I shook my head. "Those shoes won't do. Do those shoes say, 'Fuck Me'? No. They don't. You can wear those shoes to work or church or out with friends. But when you are with me, or out on a date with other men, you need shoes that are going to extend the line of your leg, and emphasize the curve of your ass."

"I'm sorry, Master. These are the sexiest shoes I have."

"What does that say about your wardrobe in general, Sally?"

"I need to look my best and sexiest for you. I need new shoes."

"And some new clothes. That's two more spanks with the paddle for the shoes."

"Yes, Master." Sally looked dejected, then she brightened up. "Wait," she yelled and ran from the room. She came back in the room in sky blue, patent leather shoes, with a four inch, spiked heel and an inch rise at the toe. They were exactly the kind of shoes I was talking about. They made Sally's legs look longer, curvier. The pastel color was a little tame. I prefer bold colors. But the style of the shoe was perfect.

"HOT DAMN, Woman!" I whistled. "I thought you said you didn't have any sexy shoes!"

"I don't. Terri got these to wear to a semi-formal dance in two weeks. But then the boy she was going with dumped her, and then she decided she is a Lesbian; or maybe she decided she was Lesbian and then the boy dumped her. But that boy doesn't know what he is missing. I've seen her in that gown and these shoes. I'm just lucky we have the same size feet."

"You are lucky. I take back the two extra spanks for not having sexy shoes."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Get some plates, and some spoons for serving. They threw in some chopsticks, but I would rather eat with a fork." Sally ran off to the kitchen. "Should I push aside stuff on the dining table, or can we just eat on the floor in the family room?", I called.

"Would you mind the living room? You can put the food on the coffee table. And we can picnic on the floor."

"That sounds fun," I said. I put the food on the table and got it out of the bag. There was a LOT of food. I looked around and found the TV remote. I turned on the TV. Mrs. Whitehall has the same Cable Service as we do. So I went up to the music stations and found some smooth jazz.

Sally came in with the plates and silverware. She also had a lit taper candle in a glass base. "This is nice, Bobby." She set down the plates and candles. "But, turned down the volume on the TV all the way." She walked over toward the TV.

"I can change the station," I said. Mrs. Whitehall spread her legs and leaned over to reach a shelf on the entertainment center below the TV. Her panties split in the back, revealing the butt plug. Her ass and her legs looked fantastic in the high heel shoes. "Mercy, woman. Are you bending over like that just for my benefit?"

I heard Sally giggle. "No. I'm turning on the surround sound." The jazz came back on and Sally turned it down to a nice warm volume. Sally twerked a little, making her big butt roll, quiver and shake. "You like this jelly, Bobby?" She shook her ass. "Are you really going to paddle this butt, Master?" She turned around and swayed her hips side to side. " Are you really going to fuck your Little Girl's tight asshole, too Daddy?" She turned around again, and splayed the white panties with her fingers, so I could clearly see the large, black butt plug wedged between her cheeks.

I said, "Wow," and sat down on the floor. "Get on your hands and knees, Slut. Yes. Lean down so I can see the way your tits hang in that bra. Shake them. Shake your titties like you shook your ass for me. Wow."

"Do you like your fuck-cow's giant milkers?"

"Heavens, yes. Crawl over here and give Daddy some sugar," I commanded.

Sally smiled and crawled on her hands and knees over to me. We kissed, lightly at first. Then with more passion. Finally, Mrs. Whitehall broke the kiss, saying, "I could do that all night, but I'm starving, Bobby."

I gestured. "There's plenty." We dished up our dinner and ate. I tried the Springs Rolls and Sally tried the Egg Rolls. Both were good. But we both preferred what we had ordered for ourselves. 

Sally asked, "Is Sondra really coming over?"

"Probably not," I said, "but she had me text her the address. And she told me to leave the front door unlocked so she could sneak in and check up on us. She said that just having that possibility open would be exciting for us. She also said that it would make sure I'm a good Master for you, since my performance might be graded."

"She didn't say that. But she knew you were coming to see me, to fuck me and everything?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yep."

"And are you going to see her again, Sir?"

"Yes. If she doesn't show up here first, we have a date for tomorrow. Did you call Bibliophile Browne?"

"I was very nervous. I don't ever call men. That's just not me, Bobby. But we had made a deal, so I called Dennis. He was still at his store, he owns it, you know. It was his father's but he's worked there his whole life and when his father died, he took over running the store."

"You two talked for a while," I said.

"Yes. He was nervous too. He said he tends to ramble when he's talking to a pretty woman. I asked him if he was married. And he said he had been divorced for a long time. His two kids are older, both college grads."

"Do you like him?"

"He was funny on the phone. He kept saying stuff with a double meaning, like innocent but dirty at the same time. It was silly, but he wasn't gross. I thanked him for giving me the book, especially such an expensive one. He said it was a collectible. But, he really only priced it that high because it was one of his favorites, and it's by some famous mainstream author who wrote it under a pen name. Anyway, I said, 'Maybe if you play your cards right, I'll give you a chance to read it to me as a bedtime story.' It was a joke, and he laughed. But it seemed like a very naughty, slutty thing to say. Do you think he'll think I'm a slut?"

"You are a slut, Sally," I stated.

"No, Daddy. I'm YOUR slut, and there's a difference. I can let down my guard with you, because I know you and trust you, and I'm your submissive. But, I'm not going to be an easy lay."

"Then don't make it easy for Dennis."

"He asked me out, Sir. He wants to take me to a Museum Gallery Opening on Thursday. It's an exhibition of Erotic Art Through History. Do you think that's a little forward for a first date?"

"That sounds like fun. Are you going?"

"I told him that I hadn't dated since my divorce six years ago. I said that I wanted to talk it over with my daughter and asked if I could call him tomorrow. And he told me that was great, because then he was sure to get another chance to talk to me. And that 'maybe' was better than 'no'."

"But you didn't want to ask Terri, you wanted to ask me, right?"

"Because you're my Master, and I'm your pretty fuck-cow. And I will fuck you every way you want, even my ass, Sir. And I will fuck anyone you tell me to, as long as you're with me. Because I know you are there to keep my safe, Daddy. I'm ready to give you all of that. But, I don't want you to have sex with MY boyfriends. And I don't want MY boyfriends to have sex with your mother. I don't want to compete with her. I will need to keep that part of my life separate. And I don't think that I could have sex behind my boyfriend's back, not once we had become intimate. So, if I do decide that Dennis and I should become lovers, that would probably put an end to us."

"Thank you for giving this so much consideration, Little Girl."

"You make me feel so sexy and beautiful, Bobby McMillan." And she kissed me.

"You ARE sexy and beautiful, Sally Whitehall." I kissed her back.

"And if I do take another lover, I don't know if I would give up having sex with your mother. At least not one-on-one. Would that be OK?"

"We will have to consider that. I am Blue's Master."

"And I will still want you to fuck my daughter, Terri. You could even train her, like you're teaching me."

"She doesn't want that. And you don't want that either." I laughed like Sally had been making a joke.

"No. I would love to see Mistress Sondra have Terri over that ball, and watch her spank my daughter's pussy like she spanked mine!"

"Did that hurt?"

"Like a son of a bitch. But it also set my pussy on fire. God, I was begging you to fuck me right there! Next time, you're bringing a condom, Bobby."

"Next time, I won't need a condom. We just need to get tested, and then I will be fucking you bareback, Mrs. Whitehall!"

"Mmm. That will be so nice." Mrs. Whitehall took a deep breath, "Would you like to get me pregnant, Daddy?"

I choked on my spicy beef. "What! You're on the Pill, right? Because, no! No, I do NOT want to get you pregnant, Mrs. Whitehall."

"My tits get even bigger when I'm nursing. They provided so much milk. It became painful, because Terri couldn't drink enough when she was a baby to relieve the pressure. So my ex-husband would nurse from me. I know, it sounds strange. But it was actually a very loving and bonding time for us. That was early in our marriage. Anyway, even after Terri was weaned, David still drank from my titties, twice a day. He loved it, and I loved it. Then, he seemed to lose interest. I found out later, he was cheating on me. And my milk dried up. And eventually so did our marriage." Mrs. Whitehall was at the edge of tears.

I didn't know what to say. "My father would love to suckle your breasts, Sally. And I love kissing and licking your tits too. I just would not be around to feed from you twice a day. Besides, that's also just not a good enough reason to want to get pregnant."

"I miss that closeness. And...well, Terri is going off to college next year. And, I just don't want to be alone. I would have a baby to take care of."

I took Mrs. Whitehall's face in my hands. "Sally," I said, "you will not be alone. You are mine now. And I won't give you up unless you have another man that you want to commit to. You also have my mother, and my father. You are even more a part of our family now than when you and Mom were just best friends."

"Thank you, Bobby. I didn't think that when I took you on as my Master, I would get someone as wise and kind as you too. You know, having you as my Daddy makes dating a lot easier and less scary too."

"How is that, Sally?"

"Well, I would always think, what if I'm just settling on some fellow just because I'm so horny. Now, I know that if I go on a date with a man, it's because I like them, not because I'm desperate for sex. That's why I would love for you to take Terri's virginity too. I know you're a good lover. You would teach her well. And then, she wouldn't make some poor choice, just because she was desperate and horny for sex."

"So you chose to be my submissive because you were desperate for sex, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"Bobby, I flashed you my titties in a parking lot, and promised that I would be your slut just to get into the car and maybe get a peek at your cock. I had been hearing about you and your gorgeous cock for months. So...yes, I was desperate."

"Did you make a poor choice, Pretty Sally? Do you regret giving yourself to me?"

"Not for a second, Daddy. This has been the most amazing day of my life."

"Well, if you like Bibliophile Dennis, I think you ought to give him a chance."

"He said I should call him tomorrow, or I could stop by his store. He's only open from eleven to four on Sundays. He said if I stopped by near four, we could get sandwiches at the Deli down the street after he closes up."

"It sounds like Dennis is wanting to sneak in a casual pre-date before Thursday."

"He was very casual about the invitation. There was no pressure. He said he'd just enjoy talking with me. Wanna know something funny? Dennis said that what first caught his eye wasn't my boobs, but my legs. He could see I was wearing stockings and, he imagined, probably a garter belt too. He said that the next thing he noticed were my eyes. He's got a silver tongue. He is a charmer."

"So...sandwiches with Dennis tomorrow?"

"Maybe I'll be too tired after tonight." Sally gave me a wink. "Where are you meeting Sondra?"

I said, "I wanted to meet her for brunch. But she sings in her church choir. So I said we could go out after church, and then I sort of weaseled an invite to her church."




The Blue Life Ch. 14: Sally and Terri



"She wants to bring you to church with her, on the first date? She must really like you, Bobby."

"Why do you say that?"

"Inviting someone to your church is like bringing someone on a date to a Family Wedding. You know that all the people around will be asking later, 'Whatever happened to that nice boy you brought with you that one time?' I'm just saying. Do you like her like that?"

I smiled. "I'm pretty psyched. She's a little older than me. And she's got an established business. She's also beautiful and smart. Well, she's sort of out of my league."

"Bobby, don't put yourself down. You're handsome, smart, kind, and an amazing lover. I am proud that you've spent this day making love to me. Sondra is definitely not out of your league."

I pulled Sally against me. Her breasts mashed against my chest. I kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing with each other. "Thank you, Little Girl. Without you, I would not have a date tomorrow with Ms. Sondra Gutierrez."

"And without you, Master, I would not have a date tomorrow with Tittie-ophile Dennis Browne."

I caressed Sally large breasts. "Then we are even," I said.

Sally moaned, "We're not even, Daddy. I'm your Dirty Whore, and you are about to take my anal virginity."

"Do you have the scented candles lit in the bedroom?"

"No, Daddy. I'll go light them," Sally stood up.

"And I'll go get the paddle and other gear."

"Is this going to hurt, Daddy?"

"I won't lie to you, Princess. This will hurt quite a bit. But I won't injure you. You will suffer. But that will be so that your pleasure will seem all the greater in comparison. And by the end of the night, you will be fully mine, Sweetie."

"Thank you, Daddy. I want to be you Dirty Whore, your fuck-cow, your pussy slut, and the best butt-fuck you've ever had."

"I've only had one other."

"Then this will be easy, Daddy!"

"Princess," I said, trying to sound menacing and Dominant, "nothing about this night will be Easy."

Sally kissed me and playfully bit my lower lip. "That's where you're wrong, Master. For you, I'm very Easy." And she walked off into her bedroom. I don't know if it was the high heels or a new sexual confidence, but Sally walked with a swagger that seemed to say, "I know you're checking out my ass!"

I went out to the car and got the wedge shaped sex pillow and my Athletic Bag with my gear. I hoped I didn't forget anything. The fact that I had forgotten my toothbrush was not a good sign.

I entered the bedroom. The room was in a general disarray, but the bed was made up neatly. Sally was finishing lighting a fourth candle. Already the room was smelling faintly of lavender and vanilla.

A queen sized bed was in the center of the room. "Help me strip the bed down to the fitted sheet," I said, "we don't want to stain your bedspread with your pussy juices or my cum."

"Aren't you going to wear a condom, Sir?" We stripped the bed together.

"Not if I tittie-fuck you and cum right in your slutty face." Sally gasped at my change of tone, and bit her lower lip. "Princess, there are lots of ways that I could take your ass and make you Daddy's Dirty Butt-fucking Whore." Sally's eyes went wide with excitement. "I could be tender and romantic, or I can be stern, rough, and degrading. You are the submissive, Sweetie. And you hold all the power."

"Daddy, you're my Master. I give you all the power."

"You give me the control. But the power to say "Slow Down" or "Stop," that's all yours. You know the safe words."

"I do. And I want you to be rough. You can even call me names. I kinda liked when Sondra called me a Cow. You could call me a Bitch or dog, or even a fat-pig. But, please don't say that I'm ugly."

"You are NOT ugly, Little Girl. You are so sexy and beautiful. Look at the way you've gotten dressed for Daddy."

"Thank you, Sir. It's all for you. It's just that...David, my ex, liked to call me ugly. And I got to believing him. It wasn't until years after the divorce that I realized that he might have been lying. And I still have my doubts."

"He was lying," I said. I sat down on the bed. "Little Girl, I want you to get out your toys and lay them out on the bed."

"Do you mean, my sex toys, Daddy? The ones I use to make my kitty purr before bed each night?"

"Exactly, Sweetie."

"I sort of have a lot, Daddy. It's embarrassing."

"That's because you're a fucking, horny slut who hasn't gotten enough fucking. We are going to fix that. I want you to get them out, one by one, and I want you to tell me why you like each one."

"Yes, Sir." Sally went to her bedside dresser and got a key out of a drawer. She then went to her bedside table and unlocked a drawer on it. "I keep them locked up. Because, well, I don't want Terri to find them."

"That made sense when Terri was little, Sally. But it doesn't make sense now. You're going to show your daughter your treasures and toys. You're even going to suggest she borrow them. And if she doesn't know how any of them work, first you will suggest demonstrating them on yourself, and then you will offer to give your daughter a helping hand."

"I couldn't do that, Bobby!"

"Call me Daddy, Sir, or Master, Slut. I'm going to spank your pussy for forgetting. And spank it more for thinking you can't do what I say."

"Yes, Master. I just don't know how I could seduce my daughter like that?"

"Do you want to? Do you want to teach her to eat your pussy? Do you want to serve your Daughter like a Mistress, or have her serve you?"

"This sort of play with my daughter? Spanking her? Tying her up? I don't know if I could."

"What if I made Terri spank your sweet pussy, Sally?"

"I would cum so hard, Daddy. And I want to see Terri, punished and spanked and all of it too, but I don't think I can do it."

"I understand. You were showing me your toys, Pretty Sally."

"This one is my bullet. It's very short, and it only has one speed. But it feels good on my nipples. And once I get excited, I can bring it near my clit and pussy hole. I can tease there and cum. I like this one, because it fits in my purse, and looks like a lipstick, so I often bring this one to work. This one is my glass twisty. It's my prettiest dildo. It spirals, and feels different if I'm spinning it clockwise or counter clockwise. It also has a very wide base, so I can set it on the bed and mount it. Then, I will just rock back and forth on it, while I'm reading a romance novel. When, I'm ready to cum, I'll play with my clit, pinch my nipples and bounce on it. This one is Mr. Jelly. It's my jelly dong. It's too long to fit inside my pussy all the way. But I will stuff myself with this, and then slap the end. That's sends vibrations through my whole pussy. Also, I will suck and lick this one, or even put it in my throat when I'm masturbating. Because it feels the most like a real cock in my mouth. And this one is my Dolphin. This one thrusts and spins and vibrates. And the little dolphin there will stimulate my clit when I put the larger part in my pussy."

"Is that all your toys?", I asked. 

"There's a hair brush with a ribbed, rubber handle. I will sometimes fuck myself with that, especially at work. I don't want to bring my other dongs or dildoes to work. Somebody might find them. And then, if I really need to cum fast and hard, if I just want to get off, there is the Monster Under the Bed, Sir. But that's not really a sex toy, so I don't keep it hidden."

"Show me the Monster, Little Girl."

"This one is sometimes too intense, depending on my time of the month. And if I use it too much, it can leave my clit feeling funny and numb for a couple of days." Sally got out a large, corded Wand Massager from under the bed. It was connected by an extension cord that ran under the bed. "I had another one, and wore it out. This is like that one, only it has a heat setting. I don't like the heat on my clit, or the vibrations on my tits. But I will sometimes just put on the heat, and rub this on my nipples, and think about somebody sucking on them, drinking my milk from me."

"That nursing fetish is pretty strong with you, Little Girl."

"Yes, Daddy. It's why I like drinking cum too. I like to feel like the essence of my lover is being taken in by my body. That it is feeding my soul. I feel like that, only in reverse, when I'm feeding my lover from my tits."

"That's a very sexy way of describing your desires, Slut."

"Does it make you want to get me pregnant, Daddy?"

I laughed. "No. Little GIrl, your Master is NOT getting you pregnant!"

"Do you think your father would want to get me pregnant?"

I shook my head. "You would have to ask my Dad. But I think he got a vasectomy after I was born. Mom had a hard time in delivery with me, so they decided I would be their first and last child."

"I'm sorry, Sir. Marjorie never told me that story."

"Well, if you do become pregnant, Slut. I would be honored to drink from your tits. And I will have you visit my Dad at his office, so he can suckle your tits for his lunch hour."

"You mean, that's all he would do? We wouldn't fuck? I wouldn't have to suck his cock. He would just pretend to have lunch off my tits, like a baby?"

"Does that sound like fun, Sally?"

"Yes, Master. That actually sounds heavenly."

"Good. I will arrange for that to happen this week. Now, stand in front of me. And take off your bra."

"Do you like my big titties, Daddy?" Sally took off her bra, and then, standing in front of me, held her tits, lifted them up and rubbed her huge nipples across my lips.

I grabbed Sally's hands and forced them behind her back. "Grab your hands, Sally. Hold them back there." I massaged Mrs. Whitehall's breasts, kneading and caressing them. I pinched and rolled her nipples until they became stiff. Then I pinched them and twisted them until Sally gasped. "I love your giant tits, Pretty Sally. But I'm here for your ass," I said. I got out a blindfold and put it on Sally. It's special, and completely blocks out the light, but it doesn't press on the eyes, so you can blink and look around, but still see nothing. I pulled Sally by her nipples, like Sondra did at the shop. Forcing her up on the bed, and then pulling her down over the red, wedge shaped sex-pillow. This left her in a modified doggie position, on her knees, but with her head down near the mattress. I got out the velcro cuffs, and put them on her wrists and ankles.

Sally gasped, "Daddy, are you going to tie me up?"

"Yes, Princess," I said, as I clipped the wrist cuffs to D-rings at the corners of the sex pillow. "You are blindfolded. And you are bound. You don't have to worry about pleasing your Daddy. You don't have to worry about how you look. You don't have to worry about how you are supposed to act or react. Each sensation will be a surprise and a gift." I tied her legs to the corners of the bed so that she was spread wide. I have an adjustable spreader bar I can put either at a subs knees or ankles, but I had forgotten that. I was hoping that the restraints would be enough. 

I began massaging Sally's legs from her ankles, up her calves, to her thighs. Around from her outer thighs to her inner thighs. Sally began to moan and almost purr, "Mmm, Daddy. I'm yours. Touch me everywhere."

I got the Wand and I set it to heat. I slowly pressed it to Sally's cunt. When she started to hump it, I took it away. I took the jelly dong and lubed it. It was about eight inches long, and not quite as thick around as my cock. I began to work it into Sally's pussy.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Fill me up. Are you going to fuck my tight pussy again, Daddy. Is your cock hard for me?"

I grabbed the butt-plug and pulled on it, not enough to pop it out, just enough to stimulate Sally's backdoor. I started a rocking motion. As I would pull back on the butt-plug, I would ease the jelly dong farther into Sally's cunt. As, I would press the butt-plug, I would pull back on the dildo. I wanted to give Sally the feeling of being double-penetrated and double-fucked. I worked these gently, until Sally began to moan and purr like when I was stroking her legs. 

Then, when I felt like she was getting into a zone of comfort and pleasure, I stood and pulled out the butt-plug and the jelly dong at the same time. Sally whispered, "No, Daddy. Please. I need them. It felt so good."

Before she could say anything else, I grabbed the paddle and gave her large ass a hard spank. Sally screamed, "Oh fuck, no, Daddy! What did I do?"

"You're getting six smacks with the paddle, Princess. You need to count.."

"That was one, Daddy? Please, spank your slut's ass!"

I slapped her ass again with the eighteen inch paddle. "Thank you, Daddy. That's two."

The panties were providing a level of protection from the paddle. "That's three, Daddy. Oh fuck. Please can I have another."

I spanked her again. "That's four, Daddy. I need to catch my brea-oh, GOD! That's five, Daddy! Thank you! But-Six! Daddy, that's six! That's six! That's six! Is the paddling over?"

I pulled the split crotch panties wide. I could see Sally asshole still gaping a little. I reached my hand underneath her. Her clit was fully distended and her pussy was soaked. Just as Sally breathing started to slow, I spanked her pussy, just like I had seen Sondra do, with my open hand. Sally screamed even louder. "Master, my pussy! Oh fuck! That was one. Thank you, Sir. Two. Gods, Daddy, please, no. Three. Thank you, sir? How many more?

I lubed two fingers and gently worked them into Sally's ass. I stroked her pussy as lovingly and soothingly as I could with the other hand. I wanted Sally to make the association that having her ass invaded meant pleasure and relief. Mom called this, simple operant conditioning. 

Sally moaned, "Oh, Daddy. Your fingers feel so good. You're making my pussy feel so good. You're even making my asshole feel good, Daddy." I lubed the jelly dong again. And I crouched behind Mrs. Whitehall. Her pussy was red and swollen from both excitement and the spankings I had just given it. I tried to soothe it and tease it at the same time with my lips and tongue. I gently pulled Sally's ass open with both hands. Then, as my lips and tongue touched Sally's clit, I pressed the jelly dildo into her ass! Sally didn't resist. She pressed back as much as she could and welcomed her familiar toy into a new and unfamiliar place. "Oh, Daddy! That feels so good. Fill my ass! Lick my clit. You're going to make me cum again. Can your dirty whore cum, Daddy? Please? Please can I cum? Oh fuck, Daddy. If you don't want me to cum, you have to stop licking my clit right now. Oh, Daddy? I'm going to cum. Please? Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, Daddy! Please, don't spank my pussy. I just couldn't hold back. Oh, fuck. that cock is going so deep! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I turned on the wand massager and pressed it to Sally's clit! Her hips bucked uncontrollably, as I forced another orgasm on her. I worked the jelly dong in and out of her ass, fucking her to a depth of at least seven inches and withdrawing until only an inch or two were still inside her, then plunging it deep again. I rapidly pressed several orgasms onto Sally. Her back was sweating. Her whole body collapsed onto the angled pillow and the bed. Her knees could no longer hold her up. 

I took out the headphones and music player from my bag. I pulled up a mix of trance music I had recorded, mellow sounds, chants and bells, water rushing, nature sounds mixed with strategically chosen and placed love songs. I kissed Sally's cheek as I put the headphones on Sally's ears. She was mumbling, "Thank you, Daddy. So good. I love you, Daddy. I'm your Dirty Slut. Make me your Dirty Whore." 

I rubbed the sweat into her back, feeling for any remaining tension in her body. I left the red jelly dildo pressed deep into Sally's ass, about as deep as I thought my cock would go. She had on the blindfold, and was listening to smooth, mellow sounds and love songs. I wanted her to feel transported into another realm. 

Mrs. Whitehall fell asleep. I chuckled to myself and quietly got off the bed. I reached into my pocket and felt my cell phone. I thought about taking a picture of Sally and texting it to Sondra, but that didn't feel right. I thought about calling her again, seeing if she would come over. I shook my head. I decided to give Sally a little break. Forcing those last orgasms on her had taken a lot out of her. Maybe I would bring her a glass of water. Then I got the idea, I could fill the sports bottle in my gym bag, and Sally could 

drink without me untying her! I grabbed the bottle and went to the kitchen. I quickly washed and rinsed it. Then I filled it with ice and water from the fridge door.

I took a sip, and decided to finish my egg rolls. I was sitting on the couch, next to the laundry basket full of clean, unfolded clothes, when I realized that I had miscalculated. By giving Sally a break, I had given myself one too. My hardon had deflated. I was imagining how I would have Sally reinvigorate my cock when I heard the front door open. Ah, the answer to my prayers. Just the thought of Sondra coming over and participating in this kinky scene was stirring my cock. I shouted, "I'm so glad you decided to make it. I was just thinking about you. Come here and give me a kiss!"

"Bobby McMillan? What the hell are you doing here?", a voice said.

Oh shit! It wasn't Sondra! It was Sally's daughter, Terri. I had not seen Terri in nearly four years. The last time had been my High School Graduation Party. Terri had just finished Eighth Grade. She was a tiny, scrawny twerp, who obviously didn't want dragged along to my Grad Party by her Mom. Boy, had she changed!

Terri had filled out, much like her Mom, she was now curvy and generously endowed. She was wearing sweat pants, slung low and rolled down on her hips, and a cropped, sleeveless sweatshirt, with a skull with a rose in it's teeth printed on the front. It was cut in the front to expose her toned abs and some sort of blue gem in a navel piercing. Terri is shorter than her Mom, only about five feet tall. Her breasts are large, maybe even bigger than her mother's! But that could be an illusion, brought on by the fact that Terri has a much smaller waist that contrasts and emphasizes her big tits and her high, firm, round butt. Terri's hair was long, down past her shoulder blades. She had also dyed it bright blue, like Blue Raspberry Kool-Aid. It was also shaved on one side, like a half-Mohawk. That exposed her ear, which had at least five earrings in it, running up the length of her ear. She also wore a thin silver nose-ring in one nostril. She looked punk, edgy, angry, rock and roll and, yes, a little bit Lesbian. 

I was taken aback. I hemmed a, "Hi, Terri. I didn't expect you."

She looked at me like I was a turd that had dropped from Outer Space. "Did you say something about kissing me?"

"Uh. That was a sort of a joke. Sorry. I didn't know it was you."

"Where the Hell is my Mom? Hey, is that Chinese food? I'm starving." She grabbed her Mom's dirty plate and loaded Spicy Beef, Chicken Broccoli and House Fried Rice onto it and started shoveling it in her face.

"Your mother is tied up with something at the moment." I snickered at my own inside joke.

"Is my Mom out with your Mom? This stuff is cold. Why are you here? Oh, Jesus! I know what this is! I'm so sorry, Bobby."

I was confused. "I don't understand," I said, "What do you think this is?"

"Our Moms are trying to set us up! Mom has been going on and on about you for months. Do you think Bobby McMillan's cute? She says. She talks about you a lot. I think she wants us to date. Ha!"

I smiled. "Actually, you're Mom is worried that you're a Lesbian. She thinks you hate boys."

Terri grabbed half a spring roll. "You don't have to be a Lesbian to realize that boys are basically walking dicks! Besides, being a Lesbian didn't work out."




The Blue Life Ch. 14: Sally and Terri



"Your Mom thinks that you should give dick a try before you give up on it," I playfully nudged her shoulder.

"Ha! That's funny, coming from her. She gave up on dick and has been settling for her toys for years! It's a small house, y'know. I hear things."

"Your Mom thinks you're a virgin."

"Jesus! Is she telling the whole world my business. I am not a virgin! Well, not all the way. I sucked a cock once."

"Really?" I feigned shock, "I'm not sure that I believe you."

"It was no big deal. Except I broke up with my boyfriend over it."

"You're a Lesbian with a boyfriend?"

"Former boyfriend. And I'm not a Lesbian! This kid, Tim and I had gotten fast food, and then parked and ate our burgers and fries. Then we started kissing, like really making out and he started touching my tits. It was nice. Tim wasn't a great kisser, but I was sort of getting into it anyway. And then he unzips his pants and pulls out his boner. OK? So, I'm not a slut or anything, but we had been dating for a while, and he even asked me to the School Semi-Formal. So I had been expecting something like this." She looked at me as if for approval.

I just said, "Go on."

"So anyway, it didn't surprise me that much. I knew he got hard when we kissed before. I had even touched it through his pants a couple times. But this was the first time he took it out. So, I reach out and touch it, and it feels sort of cool. I mean it's hot in my hand, and both hard and soft. And it's oozing his spuzz. So he puts his hand at the back of my neck and just starts pushing me down on his thing. So, I figure, we're dating and getting serious. Why not! So, I lick it. And it's not too gross. He tells me to put it in my mouth because he's really excited. So I do. And he just shoots his junk in my mouth, like I hardly had my lips on it. And his spuzz is gross, like salty mucus. So I spit it into the bag from the burger joint and wipe my mouth with a napkin. And Tim says, 'I had fries in there!' Not, "Thanks, Terri, that was amazing," or, "Wow! Terri, you're so hot, I came right away.' He's worried about his damn fries!"

"Boys can be big jerks sometimes," I agree.

"So I tell him like, 'I will buy you more fries, Dude!' Y'know? Then I started taking off my panties from under my skirt. And he says like, 'What's going on, here?' And I told him that I just did him, and had his dick in my mouth, so it was his turn to do me, and lick my pussy. And he's like, 'I'm not gay! I'm not a pussy eater!' And I say, 'You're not a chick, Tim. There's nothing gay about going down on your girlfriend.'"

"This guy sounds more and more like a real tool. A complete jerk. And frankly, he doesn't know what he's missing."

"Yeah, well it gets worse. He says, 'I'm not putting my head where lots of other guys have had their cocks!' So, I just lost it. I grabbed his head, and biffed it into his steering wheel. Then I got out of the car and walked home. It was like more than a half mile. The next time we're at school, I hear this rumor where he's saying that we fucked, but that he didn't want a slut like me anymore, so like he says he dumped me."

"What did your friends say?"

"I don't have any friends. High School totally sucks. It sucks being the girl in school with the biggest tits. Boys make jokes about me. Girls are jealous. Boys tell each other that they've fucked me, that I'm easy. I haven't been with any of them. I'm a virgin, y'know!"

"You were just saying that you weren't a virgin."

"Well, fuck what I'm saying, listen to what I'm telling you. I haven't been with any guys. Just Quick-on-the-Trigger-Tim in my mouth."

"What about girls?"

"What about 'em?"

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"No. But, you wanna hear something funny? I was going to. I was going to try it tonight. I went over to my friend Rachel's house."

"I thought you didn't have any friends," I teased.

"Shut up," she said, "You sound like my Mom. So Rachel and me had pizza. And we were watching a movie. And I was going to see if she might want to experiment and make-out, maybe take things further. She's cute and stuff. I don't know. But I was going to stay the night, and her parents are gone. So we start watching the movie and Rachel says that Tim had asked her to the School Dance. And I was like, Tim is a jerk. And Rachel says, 'Well, everyone knows why Tim broke up with you. And I'm not like that.' I just didn't say anything. I thought Rachel was cool. I thought she was my friend. I just took my stuff and came home." She started to snuffle and rub her eyes, like she was on the edge of tears.

"Look, Terri. Have you really fantasized about being with another woman?"

"Yeah. Don't tell my Mom, but I watch a lot of Porn on my laptop. And I really like Lesbian Porn."

I made a connection. "You look a little that porn actress, Daiquiri Starr! Your haircut is like hers in that movie...uh, Lesbian Bitch School!"

"You've seen that movie too? God, I love her! She's like a superhero. I thought about getting a star tattoo on my neck like hers, but Mom would freak. So I settled for dying my hair and buzzing my hair on the one side like her, plus one other thing, well two." Terri leaned in close with a big grin on her face. She whispered in my ear, "Don't tell my Mom but, I got my nipples pierced."

I was actually very surprised. "You didn't!"

Terri batted her eyes at me. "Nobody has seen. I was going to show Rachel tonight. And...," Terri's eyes went wide, "do you wanna see, Bobby? Do you wanna see my pierced titties?" She said it like it was a dare. Terri grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt, waiting to see if I would take her up on that dare.

I grabbed Terri by the shoulders. "Terri, I would like to see, but I need to explain something first. Because I don't want you to think I'm a jerk later."

"It's OK, Bobby. I'm just super horny. And-"

I cut her off, "You would like to get your pussy licked."

"Oh fuck, Bobby! Would you do that for me?"

"Terri, I would LOVE to eat your pussy, and make you cum. But, I need to explain something first. Remember that scene in Lesbian Bitch School where Daiquiri Starr is with both the Principal and the Gym Coach?"

"Lotta Diamonds and Mistee Mountains. Yeah, that's the best scene in the movie. Daiquiri makes the older women eat her pussy. Then she fucks Lotta Diamonds with a strap-on dick, and then they all daisy-chain."

"OK, so have you ever fantasized about being in a scene like that?"

"Do you like the kinky stuff, Bobby? Do you want me to like dominate you, like Daiquiri Starr in that scene?"

I laughed. "No. But that's part of it, Terri. Have you ever fantasized about you and an older woman?"

"Or more than one older woman, like Daiquiri Starr has? Yeah."

"What about a woman as old as my Mom?" I tried to ask the question as casually as possible.

"Sure, Bobby. Your Mom is hot. She's not as sexy as my Mom, but she's still super fine. Do you fantasize about fucking your Mommy, Bobby? Or do you just want to see her eat a young girl's pussy? I don't think I could seduce your mother, Bobby. She's too conservative." She socked my arm like she was joking. 

I looked at Terri in the eye. "Do you think I would have a shot at seducing your Mom?", I asked.

"You're dreaming, Bobby! She's too shy. And, if she wasn't, she's just way out of your league."

"Hmm. OK, then. Terri, do you fantasize about your Mom?"

"Fuck yes, Bobby! You've seen how sexy she is! Not just her tits, but her smile and her butt. If she didn't dress like a Lunch Lady or a Librarian all the time, she'd have men and women crawling all over her. Did you know that she masturbates nearly every night? She tries to hide it. But I hear the buzz of her vibrators, and then I hear her moaning and cumming."

"It sounds like you've been listening at her door, Terri."

"I know! It's sick, Bobby. But, you don't have to make fun of me. I've listened outside her door. I've heard her vibrator and heard her moan. I even turned the door knob once. I thought I could catch her naked and diddling herself. I thought, maybe I could get a peek at her. But the door was locked." 

"What did you do?"

"What could I do? I couldn't knock and say, 'Can I come in and help play with your pussy, Mom?' So, I just stayed in the hall, listening, and touching myself, y'know?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"So when she came, I came too. I sometimes masturbate thinking about her and stuff."

"I know how you feel."

"Have you jacked off thinking about your Mom or my Mom, Bobby?" Terri asked me.

I got an idea. "Yeah," I said, "Lots. Look-"

Terri cut me off, "This talk is getting me really horny, Bobby. If I show you my titties, will you show me your cock?"

I laughed. "You wanna play Doctor, Terri?"

Terri got mad. "Don't make fun of me, Bobby. I'm in no mood. "

"I'm not making fun of you, Terri. I just need to tell you something, and I don't know how to say it."

"I'm not going to fuck you, Bobby, so don't even go there."

"OK, but your Mom thinks that if you want to lose your virginity, you could do a lot better than those jerk boys in High School."

"I knew it!" Terri exploded. "Mom is trying to set us up. What the fuck! I can run my own life, Bobby! Jesus, she is such a Bitch sometimes!"

I was worried that Terri's yelling might wake up Sally in the next room. "Terri, I want to let you in on a secret. But, it has to stay between us."

"OK, Bobby, tell me."

"It's about your Mom."

"What about my Mom? Where is she?"

I stood up and stepped in closer to Terri. "Like I told you, she's tied up with something right now." I leaned down toward her Terri's ear and whispered, "Can I tell you my secret?"

Terri moved in closer and whispered back, "OK, Bobby, tell me your secret?"

My lips brushed Terri's ear. "I've seen your Mom naked."

Terri gasped a little, imagining her Mom naked I suppose. "Really, Bobby? Did you peek at her somewhere?"

My left hand pulled Terri against me. My tongue touched Terri's earlobe as I continued whispering, "I've seen her naked tits. They are magnificent, even without a bra." My right hand stroked up under Terri's sweatshirt and passed over her bra in front, around to the bare skin of her upper back."

"You did not," Terri protested. "You just want to get me excited so I'll show you my tits."

I kissed the line of Terri's jawbone and whispered, "I do want to get you excited, Terri. But I've also seen your Mom's butt. She's got a beautiful, soft, round ass. Would you like to see your Mom naked, Terri?" Both my hands came down and cupped Terri's ass cheeks. 

Terri was responding. Her left hand came up to the back of my neck. Her right hand reached between us and touched my cock through my pants. "Jesus, Bobby! You've got a big boner. Is that from touching me or talking about my Mom?"

I brought my hands up and took Terri's face in them. She responded by pulling my head toward her, and stroking my cock through my pants more vigorously. We kissed. Terri's lips aren't as pillowy soft as her mother's. And she's a more aggressive, less subtle kisser. But she made it clear that she was excited too. And her naive excitement was very contagious. "Both," I said, in answer to Terri's question.

"Both what?" Terri had forgotten there was a question involved. "Bobby," Terri said, as she began fumbling with my belt, "I want to see your cock."

I kissed her again. "Do you want to see all of me naked too?"

"Yes," she groaned.

"Do you want me to see you naked?" I lifted up her sweatshirt. Terri had to let go of my pants to raise her arms. I pulled the sweatshirt off her, revealing a very pretty, full coverage, blue and white striped bra. 

She reached behind herself and undid her bra strap in the back. She got a shy smile on her face, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Does that answer your question?"

"Do you want to have your pussy licked?"

"Fuck, Bobby! Don't tease me. If you lick me and make me cum. I will let you put your cock in my mouth, and I will even try to swallow your spuzz."

"Would you like your Mom to eat your pussy, Terri?" I took Terri's hand and began to lead her toward the hallway with the bathroom and both Sally and Terri's bedrooms.

"Jesus, Bobby! It's not going to work for you to pretend to be my Mom. You look nothing like her," Terri snickered.

I ignored her joke. "Would you want to make your Mom eat your pussy, just like Daiquiri Starr made Mistee Mountains eat her? Do you want to see your mother naked?"

"Yes, Bobby. I get it. We both have the hots for my Mom, but don't get creepy about it!" Terri sounded annoyed. 

I brought Terri to her mother's bedroom door. "If you promise not to freak out, I promise I will eat your pussy until you cum, Terri."

Terri smiled a wide smile. She has a wide mouth and very straight, white teeth. "You wanna do it in my Mom's room? Bobby, you are so bad!" She looked in the room. She saw her mother, Sally, in a garter and stockings, with her ass in the air, strapped to the bed. The red, jelly dong was sticking out of her ass. Her face was turned away. "Holy Shit! Bobby! What the Hell did you do to my mother? Did you drug her? Did you fucking rape my mother? Jesus, Bobby! Let me go!" Terri pulled away from me. Her bra fell forward, revealing her perfect breasts. I got a glimpse of her pierced nipples. Her tits looked about as big as her mother Sally's 42G breasts. Maybe they were smaller, but Terri has a much thinner waist, making her tits and the curve of her ass seem even bigger. 

"I didn't rape her, Terri. And I didn't drug her," I was waving my hands in the air, trying to show that I was innocent and harmless. 

"Is she tied up? Why doesn't she hear us? God, I can smell the sex in the room even with those candles going."

"Yes, your Mom's tied up. She's wearing headphones, playing relaxing music, that's why she can't hear us. She sort of collapsed and fell asleep after her fourth or fifth orgasm in a row."

"I don't get it. Did she let you fuck her? Mom hasn't had a boyfriend since my Dad left. You can't be Mom's boyfriend, Bobby."

I laughed. "I'm not your Mom's boyfriend, Terri. But we have a relationship. She's my submissive."

Terri bit her lip and looked at me. I didn't know if she was going to run and call the cops, knee me in the balls or what? She had a look of considering the situation. She said, "Like kinky, BDSM stuff. My Mom is into that?"

I shrugged. "I guess she is now. I'm into that. And your Mom likes me, or at least she really likes my cock. And she hadn't been fucked in a very long time. So we came to an agreement."

Terri was skeptical. "Is there a written contract, like in that Fifty Shades of Puke book?"

"No. Nothing like that. But your Mom has decided that she wants to be my submissive, my student, my pet. My pet student of sex."

"So why were you making out with me, Bobby," Terri asked, "and saying that you want to eat my pussy and stuff? You've got my Mom here. Why did you try to seduce me? I don't want to get jerked around. And I don't want to steal my mother's boyfriend." Terri's bra had dropped to the floor, but she was covering her breasts with her hands. There was far more there than her hands could cover, but she covered her nipples.

I walked into the room and took off my shirt. "I'm your mother's Master, not her boyfriend. She will do what I say, but she can always tell me to slow down or stop."

Terri looked at me, eyeing my chest and abs. Once again, I wished I was in just a little better shape. But, she licked her lips. "OK. So you guys have safe words," she said with some authority.

"For a virgin, you know more than you let on about Bondage and Discipline."

"I've watched porn, and done some online role-playing," Terri said. "Are you going to, y'know, like fuck her now? Do you just want me to watch that?"

"Terri, up until a few minutes ago when you walked into the house, I would have said, I did not want to get sexually involved with you. But, I was remembering you from when you were fourteen. And now. Terri, you are all woman. Fabulously sexy." I sat down on the bed and gestured for her to step closer. "When your Mom was telling me how much she wanted me to make her eat your pussy, I didn't understand it."

Terri's eyes went wide and she took three steps toward me, she ended up standing in between my parted legs. "Did she really say that? Mom wants to eat me out?"

"She said that. And I can see why. You're so fucking hot, Terri."

"Do I make your cock hard, Bobby?"

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. "Oh, yes, Terri. You make my cock very hard. And you make your mother cream her panties too."

Terri looked over at her mother. "Those are some sexy panties she's wearing right now. Did you buy those for her?" She bent down and kissed me.

"Yes. I did. The underwear she was wearing earlier today didn't please me at all. As my submissive, Sally needs to work to please me in all things. We went and got her some new things."

"Oh good. I'm going to go through her drawers and throw away all her old Grandma Underpants." I laughed. Terri dropped her hands from her breasts, and I groaned. Her tits were large and firm. They sagged some, but even less than her mother's breasts. Her nipples weren't as large as her mother's either, about the size of nickels, with saucer sized brown areolae. Each nipple was pierced with a silver barbell with two round balls on either end. "Do these please you, Bobby?" The question was purely rhetorical. Terri, could easily see the effect her naked breasts had on me.

My mouth fell open, and I took one of her nipples between my lips. My teeth clicked on the metal stud and held her nipple in place, while my tongue flicked across it's face.

"Oh fuck, Bobby! Oh fuck, that feels good. I wanna do everything with you. Will you teach me?"

"I would love to take many nights and teach you everything, Terri. But tonight, I'm here to tease and please your Mother." I kissed Terri deeply. "Will you please help me please your mother. Will you help me make love to Sally?"

Terri looked to her sleeping mother next to us, and then back at me. She asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to eat my beautiful sub's pussy until she cums or is almost cumming. Then I want her to eat your pussy while you watch me fuck your mother in the ass."

"Seriously, Bobby? In her butt? I've seen that in movies. It looks painful."

I grinned. "My cock is not Porn Star Big."

Terri kissed me again, and said, "Let me see your cock, Bobby. I want to see you all the way naked." I undid the fly of my slacks and wriggled out of them, down to my ankles. Terri stepped back, out of arms reach and eyed me up and down. Then she started laughing. It was very disconcerting, having a beautiful naked woman laughing at your naked body. But she said, "You've got a gorgeous cock, Bobby. I've seen a lot of cocks, and yours is the nicest one I've ever seen."

"Then why are you laughing?", I asked. I was feeling more than a little defensive.

"Because my first reaction to seeing your cock was, 'God, I wanna get porked by that monster.' I don't know how to say this, but seeing your cock makes my pussy feel empty and hungry. We can tell my Mom, I'm definitely NOT a full-time Lesbian!"

I was relieved but skeptical. "I thought you said you were a virgin. How come you've seen so many cocks?"

Terri shrugged. "You ever go on ChatGoRound? That site can be like a dick-pic sausage party. It's nuts. I like to make guys jerk off for me, or sometimes they do Tributes onto screen caps, or I'll send them a pic and they'll Tribute that." Terri looked to her right at her naked mother. "Don't tell Mom, or you're a jerk."

I was confused. "What's a Tribute?"

Terri eased her sweatpants over her butt and down her thighs. Her panties matched the bra that was lying on the floor, blue and white diagonal stripes. She looked amazing. She's got great legs, different than my Mom's, because she's shorter than my Mom. But she is incredibly fit. She said in a serious voice, like she was quoting a movie, "You have so much to learn, my Padawan. And so much to teach me as well. We will have to teach each other."




The Blue Life Ch. 15: Terri and Sally



This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated.

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I rolled onto my back on the bed. I had just fucked Mrs. Whitehall up the butt. It was her first time having anal sex, but judging from her reaction, it won't be her last. Then again, I had some help getting her off. Because Sally Whitehall's gorgeous, punk, teen daughter joined us, eating her mother to orgasm. And then licking her clit again, while I had my dick in her mom's backdoor. 

I'm Robert McMillan. I'm nearly twenty-two, and a College Senior, majoring in Math at West State. I still live at home with my parents, which is pretty dorky, I know. But my mother is a gorgeous forty-one year old MILF. Well, that's hardly true. She's not a Mother I'd Like to Fuck. She is the Mom I regularly enjoy fucking. Mom has been my lover and sexual submissive for most of this year. A few months ago, when we finally decided to come out and be open about our new relationship to my Dad, something unexpected and amazing happened, my father became our sexual submissive as well, both mine and Mom's! This added a whole other dimension to our sex play and BDSM play. I'm still coming to terms with my bisexual side. But, I have to admit, I'm growing more and more sexually attracted to my father. 

I hadn't considered dating in months. Frankly, I've been too obsessed with fucking my Mom, and molding her into my dream sexual submissive. The thought of dating scared me, because I didn't know how I could find a woman who could accept the incestuous relationship I have with my parents. 

That was yesterday.

Now, there are three more women in my life! Three! I'm a pretty good looking guy. I'm six foot-two. And I stay in pretty good shape. But, I'm not that hot. I'm just very lucky, and on an incredible winning streak.

First, there's Sally Whitehall. Sally has been my mother's best friend for about twelve years now. She's been divorced for the last six. She's shorter than my Mom, only about five foot three. And she doesn't have my mother's classically beautiful features. But she's got a pretty, round face. And a very curvy body, with massive, soft breasts with huge nipples, a big round butt, and not a gross fat belly, but a nice thick waist with a bit of a round belly. She's not in great shape. But she's still very sexy. 

Next, there's my girlfriend, Sondra. I really shouldn't call her my girlfriend, because we haven't been on one date yet. But, we have plans. And there's a spark between us. She's a Latina beauty, with long, straight, dark hair. She has flashing brown eyes, and a dark past. She has a lot experience with BDSM. I think she might have been majorly involved with an underground kink social scene. I need to find out more about that. I don't know enough about her. She's gorgeous, but in a different way than my mother or Sally. She's not curvy like Sally. And she doesn't have that statuesque swimsuit model's physique that my mother has. Sondra is thinner, with a smaller bust and smaller butt. She just has smaller breasts. She's a little taller than my mother, maybe five foot-ten, I'm guessing. Pretty tall for a woman. Anyway, Sondra is very bright. She owns her own shop. She's a little older than me. She also figured out that my mother and I are lovers. And that didn't scare her off! She's not ecstatic about the idea. But, Sondra knows my mother too. Mom has been a customer in her shop. And Sondra is attracted to my mother as well. The thought of sharing my girlfriend with my mother excites me. But, right now, I don't want to share her with my Dad. Call me selfish. And I have no clue how I will explain Jillian to Sondra. I'm not even sure I understand what's going on with Jillian. 

Finally, there is Terri. Terri is Sally's eighteen year old High School Senior daughter. She has a figure like her mother's, very generously endowed, with giant tits and a gorgeous, full ass. But, whereas her mother is sort of plump, Terri is very toned, with flat, hard abs, a super-tiny waist, and muscular thighs and arms. Her thin waist makes Terri's breasts and ass look even bigger in contrast. She also has a rebellious teen spirit. Recently she dyed her hair bright blue, even her pubic hair! And she also got her nipples and clit pierced! She's still a virgin, but seems to have a lot of experience with online porn and adult video chats.

Sally told me that she wanted me to take Terri's virginity, and teach her innocent daughter about sex. Even though Terri is a virgin. I'm not sure how innocent or naive she is. Terri seems interested in having sex with me. And, I think she's hot. And the idea of being with a virgin is appealing on some level. But, Terri doesn't know about my Dad. And I don't know how I will explain Terri to Sondra. My life is blissfully complicated. 

I was exhausted. I had just had an amazing orgasm, fucking into Sally Whitehall's gorgeous, fat ass. She had begun the day being both frightened of anal sex, but also excited and eager to break that taboo with her Dominant, or as she likes to call me, her Daddy. Sally was completely inexperienced with Dominance and submission. But seems to love the idea of being freed of her inhibitions, by being free of the responsibility that goes along with having a choice. She has offered that responsibility to me. I'm not a very experienced Dominant. But I'm enthusiastically learning and experimenting. 

It was an emotionally and physically draining day. I ended up choosing to include Terri in with Sally's first BDSM training and love making, because that was fantasy of both Sally and (as I came to learn) Terri too. And the idea of being with a mother and daughter was too hot to pass up. Frankly, a lot of the blood that I generally use for thinking was busy occupying other parts of my body, when I invited Terri to join us. It was fun, but it was exhausting.

I lay on my back. I had just rolled off of Sally, who was still on her hands and knees in the middle of the King-sized bed. Terri, was sitting on the bed, cross-legged near the head. 

Sally crawled forward and kissed her daughter, a little awkwardly, but passionately. Sally said, "Oh my, that was so wicked. So beautiful. Terri, thank you. I've never cum so hard in my life. My butt and my clit are still tingling."

Terri ran her fingers through her mother's hair. "You are welcome. Thank you for making me cum too, Mom. That's such a weird thing to say. But it was great. Now what?"

Sally smiled. "Now it's time for Daddy's little sluts to clean his cock," she said. Sally turned to me and gently pulled the condom off my shriveling dick. "Daddy, I drank your last load from the condom. Can I smear this load on our titties?"

I chuckled. "Yes, Pretty Sally, you have your fun."

Sally lifted the condom to see how much of myself I had emptied into the tip. Terri interrupted with a whining, "Guh-ross, Mom! You are not going to rub Bobby's spuzz on my tits! Ick!"

Sally paused. She thought for a second. I could see the wheels turning in her head. Then she smiled at her daughter. "OK. Give Mommy a big kiss, Terri. You gave me some wonderful orgasms. Thank you. But, you can go sleep in your room now."

Terri scowled at me, like I was to blame for something. She complained, "Bu-but, Mom! I thought me and you and Bobby would, like, play more and stuff. I thought like I should probably get to sleep with you guys. Like, this bed is big enough. Y'know?"

Sally sighed. "Sweetie, I have a cum fetish. I love cum. I love drinking cum. I love having cum sprayed on my tits or ass or face. I love milking it out of my man's dick. I love it. You don't have to like cum as much as I do. But you are not going to watch me love up my Master's cum and make faces or say that it's gross."

"I'm sorry, Mom. OK?", Terri said, not exactly sarcastically, but in that way where you know a kid isn't really sorry at all. "I just don't like spuzz, OK?"

"No, it is not OK, young lady. What don't you like about it?"

"It's gooey, and it tastes like salty snot," Terri said.

"Sweetie, it's an acquired taste, and you are going to acquire it." Sally was firm on that point.

Terri shifted on the bed nervously. She asked, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Did you like beer the first time you tasted it?"

"I'm only eighteen, Mom,"

"That doesn't mean you sometimes don't sneak my beers. I can count, Terri. I notice when you take my beer."

"OK, beer was gross at first, and now it tastes pretty good," Terri admitted.

"It's the same thing with cum, you will get to loving it. Part of being a good lover is learning how to suck cock. And a key to good cock sucking isn't just swallowing cum, it's worshiping that cock and all the joy and pleasure it can give you, especially your man's cum."

"All right, Mom! I get it. You can smear Bobby's spuzz on our boobies." Terri was tired of being lectured.

Sally looked at me. "Sir? Do you like that word, spuzz?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It makes me laugh. I guess it's kind of cute."

Sally sneered. "It sounds disrespectful to me, Daddy." Then she turned to her daughter, and Sally said, "Terri, you are so sexy. But, I'm not sure about these new piercings you have. How long have you had those?" Sally touched one of the studs in Terri's nipples. Terri also has a matching stud through her clitoris.

"Just a few weeks, Mom."

"Bobby, what do you think of these?" Sally, tugged on the stud, which made Terri wince. 

"I think they look good on Terri. Actually, I think they are sexy as fuck. I don't think they would look as good on you, Sally. Your nipples are too big. And they're just not your style."

Sally pulled Terri closer by the nipple piercing. But she let go when Terri got close. And they hugged and kissed for a little while. Sally said, "Terri, did you enjoy making your mommy eat your pussy?"

"Duh, Mom," Terri said, "like, I came all over your face."

"Don't 'Duh' your mother. And did you enjoy spanking your mother's ass? Did that excite you?"

"Yeah, that was exciting. I liked it when you were calling me Mistress too. But-who did you think I really was?"

Sally blushed and said, "I don't think I can say right now. But, my question is, did you enjoy Dominating your mother? Would you like to spank my ass or pussy again? Would you like to make me eat your pussy? Does that excite you?"

"Yeah, Mom. That was cool," Terri said, "So, do you want me to be like my slave, Mom? I've sort of fantasized about that for a long time. It's just, in my fantasies, a boy wasn't here. Maybe when Bobby goes home, we could do some more?"

I looked at Sally and Terri through half closed eyes. Sally kissed her daughter, looked down at me, and then back at Terri. Sally said, "Well, my pussy, tits and especially my ass belong to my Master now. All my Sex will be directed by him."

Terri said in a frustrated tone, "Jesus, Mom! You can't be serious. You mean, I have to go back to being frustrated when I'm around you? I can only touch you, kiss you, or have sex with you when, ugh, Bobby is around?"

Sally reached down and stroked my chest hair. "That will be up to Daddy to decide for us both," she said.

"Maaahhhhm," she dragged out the word, "He might be YOUR Daddy, but he's not mine!" 

Sally turned back to Terri, "Before we decide what to do with the cum in this condom, you are going to clean your Master's cock."

"Mom," Terri insisted, "he's not my Master!."

Sally looked at me as if she had been insulted. "Bobby, don't you want my daughter?" Sally was confused. "Daddy? Master? I just assumed, since you made Terri do all those nasty things, that she was your...uh, Slut too? Aren't you her Master?"

I touched Sally's thigh. "Terri doesn't want a Master. Terri is beautiful, and sexy beyond imagining. And if she wants to have sex with us, or make love with me, I'm open to that. But if she doesn't want to be my submissive, I am not going to force her. She did all that nasty stuff with you, Sally, because she really wants you. And she enjoys having sex. And because she chose to do all that."

Sally seemed disappointed. She said, "But aren't you going to teach her? Don't you want to have sex with Terri? She's just a virgin. She's not a Lesbian."

"Sally, Terri is a gorgeous young woman. But she is at a place where she doesn't want to be controlled by anyone."

Sally laughed and rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it."

"Mom, I'm right here," Terri whined.

I continued, "Terri doesn't want to be spanked or tied up. She just doesn't want to be my submissive. And that's cool." Then I looked at Terri and said, "But Terri, you will have to respect that I am your mother's Master. If you want to have sex with her, you will have to ask me. And especially if you want to Dominate your mother, spank her, and have her service you, you will have to ask me first. I am Sally's Primary. She serves me." I leaned and kissed her thigh. "She's my Little Girl, and I own this Slut."

Sally beamed with pride.

Terri crossed her arms and pouted. "That's not fair."

"Terri," I explained, "it doesn't have to be fair. But that's just the way it is. But, I'm going to need your help too. I have other submissives to deal with. Your mother is not my primary. I probably won't be over here more than once or twice a month."

Sally looked at me with sad eyes, "I was hoping I would see you more often than that, Daddy."

"Sally, I'm a student. And I have Blue and Red to tend to. I'm also going to be dating. And you will also spend time over at my house, Sally. You will sleep with me, and I will talk to Blue and Red about you sleeping with them."

Terri and Sally both made the same sour face. 

Terri got up and stood next to the bed. "Here's the deal. This is very exciting. I get to be with a boy and kiss and lick my Mom's pussy and stuff. But I'm not going to be just a sex toy for you two. And, Bobby, I am not going to ask you for permission for every little thing, especially not if my Mom and me want to get each other off."

I shook my head. "Terri, you don't have to ask my permission to have sex with anyone. But your mother does. I know, this will be confusing for us all. But, there will be plenty of times when you and your mother will get to make love with each other by yourselves. I find that thought very exciting. There will be times when Sally and I will be making love or involved with some form of Slut Training, and you won't be invited to join us, Terri. You're going to have to respect our privacy, and give us space. I hope there will be times when just you and I can get to know each other better, Terri. And that won't mean just sex."

"Are you saying that you want to date me, Bobby?" Terri asked.

I sighed. "I'm not going to have time to date you, Terri. I have three, maybe four other subs to care for."

Sally interrupted, "Three or four, Sir?"

"I don't know if Mistress Sondra is going to want to be my submissive or not, for now, she's just a girlfriend."

Terri snorted. "Your girlfriend? Really? Does she know about you and Mom?"

I took Terri's hand and held it. "Yeah, she does. She told me to make sure your mother had a good time getting her butt fucked for the first time."

Sally leaned down and kissed my lips. "And you were perfect, Daddy. Better than perfect! You made me your Dirty Whore for Life, and you gave me my daughter to explore and love in a whole new way, all at the same time. It was wonderful. It was magic"

I looked up at Terri standing next to us. "And did you have a good time?"

Terri smiled ear to ear. "Fuck! It was the best. I don't ever want it to stop. OK, Bobby, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, there are two things. First, do you have anybody taking you to the School Semi-Formal Dance?" I knew that Terri had bought an expensive dress and shoes for the dance. But she had broken up with her boyfriend. And now, that ex-boyfriend was planning on taking her best friend!

Terri shook her head. "I can't go now. Tim isn't taking me. All the boys in school think I'm some kind of skank. And I'm not going to show up by myself, like some loser."

"What if you took me?"

"Bobby, it's a High School Dance. You don't want to go to that," Terri insisted.

"Wouldn't it be great revenge on Tim and Rebecca, if you showed up to the dance with a tall, handsome College Boy?"

"I think you're too old, Bobby. School rules say I can't bring a boy that's more than two years older than me. We'd get kicked out."

"Nobody is going to go checking IDs. And the school administrators still love me. I helped bring home the State Mathlete Championship my Senior Year. I was Captain of the Team!" Ha, Glory Days. I actually lettered in Math Team. 

Sally chimed in, "I was going to volunteer to be one of the Dance Chaperones, before you and Tim broke up. I can be there as a chaperone and make sure you two don't have any troubles from the other chaperons."

"There you go! So, we won't have any problems from the Dance Chaperons. And if you want to hang out with your friends, or dance with another boy, I can just chat with Sally."

Terri blinked at me, like she was about to tear up. "You would do that for me, Bobby?"

"No," I said, "I would do it for me. I would do it because I would get a chance to escort and dance with a gorgeous young woman. And I know what it's like to have a hard time fitting in during High School. So, whatever I can do to rub it in some bully's face, that's gonna make my day."

Terri bent down and kissed me passionately. She is not as good a kisser as her mother. But she has time to learn. She whispered in my ear, "Would you do it, if you got the chance to fuck a short, big tittied, virgin slut for the first time that same night?"

I laughed. And Sally lay down next to me and whispered in my other ear, "What did she say?"

I kissed Terri's mother and said, "I'm not telling."

"Oh, poo!" Sally pouted. 

"Don't give me any lip, Little Girl," I said to Sally, a full grown woman in her late thirties, "or I will spank your pussy later."

Sally giggled, "Promises, promises, Daddy."

In a commanding but lighthearted tone, I said, "Pretty Sally, I want you to smear the spuzz in that condom on your fucking amazing tits, so Terri and I can lick it off in a bit. And Terri, would you please lick the spuzz off my cock? Because that would please your mother. And mother knows best. I promise I can make this fun for you."

Sally smiled and sat up, and began dribbling the cum from the condom she had pulled off my dick onto her large, 42G sized breasts. Her nipples got visibly harder as she massaged my load into her tits.

Terri looked at me skeptically. She shook her head. "I don't think you can make this fun, Bobby."

I was laying on my back on the one side of the bed. Sally was kneeling in the middle. Terri was standing next to the bed, near me. I was still holding her hand. I pulled her toward me and simply said, "Kiss me."

Terri looked back and forth between her mother and me. Maybe she was wondering if kissing me in front of her mother was a good idea, like maybe Sally might get jealous. Then she leaned down again and kissed me. Our kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, our mouths opening. Terri's hand came up and touched my face, and trailed down to my chest. Then I whispered, "Now kiss me with your other lips."

Terri looked at me quizzically. "What?"

"Kiss me with your pussy lips. Climb up on the bed and sit on my face."

Terri looked shy for a moment. "In front of my Mom and everything, Bobby?"

I scooted into the middle of the bed, so that my legs hung down off the bottom at the knees. This put my head closer to the center of the bed.




The Blue Life Ch. 15: Terri and Sally



I looked up at Sally, kneeling near my head to my right, and then over at her blue-haired punk daughter Terri, standing on the left side of the bed. They were both so beautiful and sexy. And the thought of bringing a mother and daughter together was fabulously erotic.

Sally asked Terri, "What did Daddy say to you, Sweetie?"

"Uhm, I think Bobby wants to like, um, go to town on my kitty," Terri said, shyly.

Sally laughed. "I don't know what that means."

Terri was hesitant. "Bobby wants to eat my pussy in front of you, Mom. Is that alright?" 

Sally reached across me for Terri and pulled her up on the bed. "Terri, Bobby is my Master now. And whatever he wants, that is fine with me. If he wants to give you oral sex, I'm grateful to be here, to watch and help. When you give Daddy your virginity, I would love to be there too."

"Maaaahhm! Bobby is NOT going to fuck me with a condom now!"

I chuckled, and touched Sally's thigh, "Terri's right, Sally," I said, "We're not going to rush anything. But, right now, Terri, I need to taste your beautiful pussy again." I looked Terri directly in the eye and emphatically said, "Right now." I wasn't asking, I used a commanding tone. 

Terri straddled my face, and my world became about pleasing the pussy in front of me. I held Terri's firm, muscular ass in my hands, guiding her and propping her up. Terri was facing the head of the bed. And I felt Sally move around up above me. Mother and daughter fondled and kissed each other. Sally licked and teased Terri's breasts. Then Terri did the same for her mother, commenting on how she didn't mind the taste of my spuzz smeared on her mom's tits, that she could stand the flavor.

Then I heard Sally say, "Oh my, Terri! Turn around."

"What, Mom?"

Sally guided Terri to turn around on my face, and I blissfully went back to eating the freshest, sweetest, most flavorful peach of a pussy. This angle gave me better access to Terri's clit too! My tongue toyed with the steel stud pierced through it.

Sally was gushing, "Oh my! Look at Daddy's cock! Look at how happy and excited you've made our Master's dick! Isn't that the most perfect cock you've ever seen? Go ahead, touch it, Terri! Eating your pussy got Bobby so hard again!"

Terri leaned forward and grabbed my cock. I had already cum five times that day. If I came again, I didn't know if there was anything left inside me. But eating Terri's pussy, and having mother and daughter make out above me was very exciting, and I was hard again. 

"Gawd, Mom! Bobby is playing with my clitty. It's going to make me come, fer sure."

"Don't you love it, Baby Girl! Daddy is the best at cunnilingus. Oh fuck. Daddy, this is so exciting. Can I play with my clit watching you two?"

I mumbled a "Yes" into her daughter's pussy. I looked up to see Sally fingering her over-sized clit. She leaned over her daughter's back, giving me a close up view. Sally said, "Doesn't just seeing that big, beautiful, fucking cock just make you feel empty and hungry inside, Terri, like you want that meat inside you?"

Terri stroked me faster. "Mom's right. You've got a fantastic cock, Bobby. But, no, Mom! Bobby and me aren't fucking. OK?"

"I didn't mean that, Terri. Grab that cock by the base and love up on it with your mouth. Show Bobby how wonderful you think his cock is with your lips and tongue. Don't use your teeth at all. And hold the base. That will keep Daddy from pushing his cock too deep into your mouth. I will teach you how to Deep-Throat, and we can surprise Daddy with that another day. That's right, Sweetie. Keeping stroking the base with your hand and love the head with your mouth."

Sally's coaching of Terri was amazing. Earlier, Terri had tried giving me head, but was too inexperienced and too direct. Now, she felt wonderful. Terri wasn't as good of cocksucker as her mother. But I doubt many women could be better at sucking cock than Sally. It's not just her technique that's so good, but you can tell she loves giving head, and has an almost religious reverence for cock.

But there's a problem with doing "Sixty-Nine" with a woman more than a foot shorter than you. If I tipped my head up, and pulled Terri back so just the tip of my cock was in her mouth, I could just barely lick her pussy, and not really focus on her clit at all. But, what started out as a pain, turned into an even greater pleasure. I grabbed Terri by the hips and pulled her back onto my face, plunging my tongue as deep as I could into her vagina. Then, as Terri's passion grew and her hunger for my cock mounted, she would pull herself forward, taking my cock back into her mouth. It only took a little while before Terri and I developed a rhythm of rocking band and forth, trading pleasures.

Then, when I had Terri rocked back solidly on my face and was busily flicking my tongue across her clit, I heard Terri cry out, "Holy FUCK, Mom! What are you doing? No! Don't stop! Eat my ass, you Dirty Slut! Oh fuck, you Whore! Eat my ass! Get your tongue in there. Fuck! Eat my pussy, Bobby! Fuckin' eat me, Daddy! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! I'm gonna...gonna...gonna...oh GAWD, I'm fucking coming! Oh shit, that's good!" I felt Terri's thighs clamp onto my head, and her juices gushed across my face in a flood. I stopped tonguing her clit, and just held her clit between my lips in an extended kiss, until she began to calm down. "Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Daddy. That was so fuckin' good. So good." 

I wasn't even sure Terri had meant to call me Daddy. I didn't know if that meant she wanted to pursue a relationship of Dominance and submission with me. I decided to just take things slowly with Terri. As slowly as you can take things with someone who has just cum all over your face, and is busily taking your cock back into her mouth.

Terri leaned forward. And Sally bent down and began kissing and licking my face, cleaning her daughter's juices off of it. Her head was "upside down" in relation to mine, which made our kisses feel very different and erotic. Between kisses and licks, she was saying things like, "Thank you, Daddy, for loving Terri too. Thank you for being our Master. I want you to teach us both how to be perfect Fuck-Sluts for you. I love you so much, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

It was more than I thought Terri was ready to offer. It was more than I was ready to hear. But there was no arguing with Sally's sincerity and passion. I could feel the love and devotion in her kisses. I could feel something similar with the way Terri was treating my cock. I groaned. 

Sally stopped kissing me. She began coaching her daughter again. "Terri, Sweetie, Bobby is getting ready to cum again. It probably won't be much, because he has cum a lot today. But I want you to be ready. Just take it in your mouth and swallow. A man's cum is liquid love. That's his desire and passion that will be shooting into your mouth. It's a rejection to spit it out. Just swallow it, or save it in your mouth, and we'll share it in a kiss, Sweetie. That's right, Baby. Suck that cock. Make your Daddy feel good! His balls are tightening. That's a sure sign, he's getting ready to unload." And I felt Sally's hand lift and fondle my balls. 

Sally was right, I felt like I was on the edge of a decent, but not Earth shattering orgasm. Then, Terri began sucking my cock with a fervor, passion and ferocity I hadn't felt before from her. It seemed like the most important thing in her life at that moment was tasting my cum. And Sally began sucking and tonguing my balls, and I felt my guts tighten along with my balls. I groaned. I could feel the orgasm coming, and it had gone beyond decent and into the realm of Noteworthy.

Then, I felt a lubed finger wiggle between my ass cheeks, and press against my asshole! The digit probed deeply, curling to massage my prostate. This was a technique my mother and I had been experimenting with for just the last few weeks. 

Here I was with a big titted, punk, teen Sex Princess sucking my cock. And her curvy, mother licking my balls and fingering my fucking asshole. And still, my thoughts drifted back to my uber-sexy mother! And I came! 

"Yes! Fuck! Take it! Take it all!" My orgasm rocked my body. I don't know how much jizz I shot, but Terri was ready and eager to swallow it all. The room felt like it tilted and flipped for a second. Then, I felt myself become centered in the afterglow, as if my soul was drifting back down into my body. 

I spoke, "Pretty Sally?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Thank you. Go wash your hands and throw away that condom. Then come back and cover us with a light blanket. I need to sleep, and we won't need a heavy blanket, we'll have an extra body to help keep us warm."

Terri crawled off me and looked down at me with affection and lust. She was smiling and licking her lips. "You taste pretty good, Bobby. That was fun. I'm going to like cleaning your cock and sucking you off, Daddy."

I wormed my way up onto the bed. I looked up at Terri. She was so young and sexy. I said, "You don't have to call me, Daddy, if you don't want to. Come cuddle with me."

Terri lay down on my right side and curled under my arm. She brought her leg up onto my thighs. "I think I kind of want to call you Daddy too. Even if that might mean spankings and getting tied up and junk."

I kissed the top of Terri's head. "The spankings would be the smallest of life changes. We can talk about this later. But, I don't think you want to be my submissive right now."

Terri playfully slapped my chest. "But what if I want to, Bobby?"

I sighed. "Then we would have to tell your mom about you being a Little Cam Whore. And you will probably have to give that up."

Terri whispered, "You're not going to tell her, are you? And how do you know about that?"

I laughed. "I'm good at guessing things. Now, I won't tell your mom. But you had better call me, Bobby, or I will start treating you like I'm your Daddy."

Terri sat up and kissed me, "Thanks, Bobby. You're the best! Are you really taking me to the Semi-Formal?"

I nodded. "Of course."

Terri smiled and kissed me again. We were lazily cuddling and kissing when Sally came back into the room. She had washed her hands, brushed her hair, and even brushed her teeth. She was still wearing the black garter and stockings and the white, split-crotch panties. "Daddy, can I take off my garter and stockings? I wouldn't want to put a run in them by sleeping in them."

I nodded. "Yes, Little Girl. That's fine. Leave on the panties. I like the way they cup your butt."

Sally blushed a little. Maybe it would take some getting used to, being complemented in front of her daughter. Maybe she just wasn't used to being complimented at all. Sally took off the garter and rolled down the stockings on each leg. Then put them on top of her dresser. She got one of the blankets we had stripped off the bed and spread it over Terri and me. She turned out the light, but left one candle burning. It gave the room an eerie, romantic glow. Then, she cuddled in under the blanket on my right side, very much the way Terri was snuggled in on my left. Sally said, "What were you two talking about?"

"Secrets," I said.

Terri slapped my chest. "Bobby, you promised!" 

I kissed Terri's forehead. "I didn't say what the secrets were," I told her.

Sally giggled, "But now I want to know. We shouldn't have secrets."

Something occurred to me. It was something Sondra had said on the phone to me about my mother. And that feeling I got as Terri and Sally were bringing me to orgasm, especially when Sally snaked her finger into my butt, it was that thought about my mother. I asked Sally, "Sally, how long have been my mother's submissive?"

I could feel Sally tense against me. "Only today, Sir?" It came out like a question, and her body stayed coiled.

I grabbed a fistful of Sally's hair, and pulled her head back. I tried to look in her eyes, but in the dim candlelight they were just black pits. "Sally, you are going to be punished for lying to your Master. It will be painful, humiliating and degrading, but after it is done, I will still be your Daddy. Understand?"

Sally choked out, "Yes, Sir."

I continued, "Because if you lie to me again, I won't punish you at all. I will just pack up my things, and I will go home. And you will go back to being just that nice lady who is my mother's best friend."

"You won't be my Master anymore?" The words came out in a desperate tone, on the edge of tears.

"Don't ever lie to me, Slut! How long have you been my mother's Little Bitch?"

Sally really tensed up next to me, and she chewed her bottom lip. "About five or six weeks now, just since the week after Terri's birthday. It hasn't happened many times. And she's been meaning to tell you." And Sally relaxed a little. She didn't look away. She was staring right at me. She was nervous, but telling the truth. 

"Who is your Primary, Little Sally?"

"Daddy, you fucked my ass! I will always be your Dirty Whore, for life. You gave me my daughter as a lover. You own me now. You own my cunt. You are my Master. You are my first, and if you want, you will be my last and only. I don't want anyone else. Please don't be mad at me or Mistress Marjorie."

"You are going to be punished, Sally. Don't ever lie to your Daddy again."

"No, Sir. What are you going to do to me, Sir?"

I sighed, "It will be painful, humiliating and I will tell you in the morning, Sally."

"But I don't know if I'll be able to sleep a wink, imagining my punishment."

"I know, Little Girl," I said, "that's part of your punishment. So don't lie to your Daddy."

Sally settled back down, and kissed my chest. "I'm sorry, Sir."

Terri, who had been quiet during all this time, spoke up. "So, Bobby. You've been fucking your mom too? And your mom and my mom have been fucking for a month and a half now? Wow!"

I kissed both Terri and Sally affectionately on the top of the head. "My life is even more complicated that that, Terri," I said.

"And Mom, when you were calling me, Mistress, you didn't think I was Bobby's Mom. There's even another woman. Bobby's girlfriend? You are such a giant Slut, Mom!" Terri was laughing.

"Terri!" Sally was about to reprimand her daughter. 

I corrected her, "Sally, you are a dirty, lying slut, and you are going to get punished in the morning. I'm tired. But don't let me sleep past 9 AM. I expect to wake up with my cock in your mouth, Whore. Am I clear?"

"Yes. Daddy. Thank you, Sir. How early is too early?"

"Before six thirty is too early. Anytime between seven and nine is fair game."

Terri ran her fingers through my chest hair. "Can I help?"

I hugged both women. "I'm commanding your mother, but I would be honored if you'd help, Terri. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Bobby. I really like sucking your cock. But I think I need more practice drinking your spuzz," Terri said.

"Goodnight, Daddy," Sally whispered, "Thank you for taking me as your Slut. I love you."



The Blue Life Ch. 16: Sondra



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. This chapter of the story doesn't involve much direct incestuous action, but it remains a prominent theme. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated. 

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I met Sondra at the First Unitarian Church. She told me there was a Social Time at 10:30, before the 11 o'clock service. 

I hadn't bothered to go home for dress clothes, so I was only wearing dark jeans and a khaki-tan button up shirt. I had spent the night at Sally Whitehall house, my mother's best friend. Sally had become my sexual submissive the day before. And I had ended up binding her, training her and making love with both her and her very sexy eighteen year old daughter, Terri! That had been a surprise, in a weekend filled with surprises. 

Sally and Terri had woken me up around 7:30, with both of them licking and sucking on my cock. It felt wonderful, but I didn't let them make me cum. I wanted to save my sexual tension for Sondra. 

I had Sally get on her knees with her legs spread on the bed, and her head down on the mattress. Then I showed Terri how to spank her mother's pussy, by spanking Sally's pussy hard, five times. Then I asked Terri if she wanted to spank her mother's slutty, wet pussy too, and she did, for five more times. At that point, there were tears in Sally's eyes, and she was begging to be fucked. I called her a lying slut. She and my mother had lied to me. Sally has been my mother's lover and submissive for a month and a half. And both of them tried to keep it a secret from me. So, I gave Sally a punishment. I told Sally that she would not get fucked or get to cum until she had showed her daughter all of her sex toys, and had brought Terri to orgasm with each one. We counted, and that was five toys. I told Sally that until further notice, she would wake up her daughter each morning by eating her pussy. Then Terri could spank Sally's pussy five times each morning. I told Sally she had to be naked and crawl from room to room whenever she was home. And that Terri could demand that her mother service her with her mouth or any of her toys at any time. I told Sally that her punishment would last for at least one week, or until she had made her daughter cum with each of her five sex toys, whichever came first. I told Terri that she could not punish her mother any more than her morning spankings, not without checking with me first. Terri seemed eager for the lessons in sex toys to begin. So Sally showed her daughter the joys of her vibrating "Magic Massage Wand," while Terri and I kissed and I loved up Terri's giant, firm tits. Terri had an amazing orgasm, but was a little disappointed when I said that she wouldn't get another chance to orgasm with the Magic Wand, not with her mother holding it at least, not until her mother had used the other four toys to bring her off.

I was even angrier with my mother. And I didn't know how I would punish her. 

I quickly showered and shaved. And I left Sally and Terri's house at about a quarter to ten. I told Sally not to warn my mother that I knew about her lying to me, that I wanted to deal with that first. She begged me not to punish my mother too severely. She claimed that it was all her fault. I doubted that was true, but I didn't think Sally was lying to me. I understood that Sally believed what she was saying.

I stopped at a supermarket and bought some flowers. I didn't know if that was appropriate for a casual first date. So I left them in my car. I walked into the First Unitarian Church at 10:20. There were some older women setting up coffee and soft drinks in the Social Hall. But not many other people. I was nervous. My hands were sweating. An older gentleman greeted me and asked if I was new to the church. 

I said, "I've never been here before, but I'm meeting a friend."

"Who is that?", the older man asked.

"Sondra Gutierrez. She sings in the choir."

"Oh, she's a pip. A wonderful girl. Such a lovely voice too."

I smiled and shrugged, somehow proud that this stranger thought my almost-girlfriend has a nice voice. Then I wandered off and got myself a cup of coffee. It was awful, so I added two sugars. That made it sweet and awful. Oh well.

At about 10:25 more people started milling into the Social Hall. I didn't recognize Sondra at first. She had her hair up in a bun. She was wearing glasses. And she had on a sexy, but conservative dress suit. Well, it was a grey pencil line skirt with a matching vest. She had on a white, long sleeved blouse, buttoned all the way up, and a large, navy bow at her neck. She looked more like a librarian than a lingerie saleswoman. She was still very attractive, amazing really. It was just a more demure, conservative sort of lovely than I had expected. Then again, we were at church. She did have, three-inch heels, with a shiny metal spike in the back. The heels were navy blue, and coordinated with her bow tie. And just that dash of flirty sexiness made the whole outfit seem hot.

Sondra's face lit up when she saw me, and she made her way across the hall toward me. "Robbie, you made it! I was...," she started saying, then caught herself, "I'm just so glad you're here." Then she took my hand and leaned in and kissed my cheek. 

I felt myself blushing. I didn't know why. "I was here a little early. So I got a cup of coffee."

Sondra made a face. "I'm so sorry. I should have warned you. The coffee is terrible." And we both laughed. Sondra explained that there was a study hour before the social gathering. And that's where she was. She didn't think it was right to inflict that on me on a first date. We wandered the Social Hall, hand in hand (that was nice), and Sondra introduced me to people. Sometimes I was her new friend, "Robert," and sometimes I was her new boyfriend, "Bobby." I tried to figure out what the difference was, whether it was something I was doing. I decided it just depended on how close Sondra felt to the people she was introducing me to. I tried to remember names, but I couldn't. It was just a mass of people who all seemed to know Sondra. And she seemed to know all of them too. It was impressive how casually charismatic she came across. 

When we went in the sanctuary, we sat near the back. There weren't pews, but rows of interlocking, padded, metal chairs. There were no hymnals. The lyrics to the songs were projected on a screen near the front. At one point I took the program and jotted, "You look stunning," on it, and passed it to her, like a note in school. 

She read it and wrote, "Thank you," and a smilee face in reply. Then she took my hand and drew a heart in my palm with her fingernail that sent tingles up my arm and down my spine. Just after the sermon, Sondra went up front and joined the choir. The church didn't have an organ, just a piano. The choir sang, "Imagine," by John Lennon. That seemed strange, especially when they sang about imagining "no religion too." But the song fit with the message of Peace that the minister had been talking about. And the arrangement was lovely. In the last verse, Sondra stepped forward and sang a solo part. Her voice soared. It was truly angelic. The whole choir joined in, with Sondra still soloing over the top. It was something special. I was so proud. And then something really embarrassing happened. I was thinking about how lovely Sondra's voice was, and how that fit with her wonderful personality, and how beautiful she looked, even with her hair up in a bun and wearing horn-rimmed glasses. I started imagining our first kiss, what it might be like. Then I started imagining fucking her, or having this gorgeous woman service me as a submissive. And I got a raging hard-on, a giant boner, to the point where I had to adjust myself, because it was painfully pointed down my leg. I was glad that I was sitting in the back, and everyone else seemed focused on Sondra and the Choir. 

When the Choir finished, the congregation burst into applause. The Choir Director gestured to Sondra, and she shyly bowed and waved. Then she made her way back to sit next to me. I mouthed the word, "Wow," and squeezed her hand.

She said, "Did you like it?"

I whispered, "I'm afraid I liked it a little too much."

She looked at me curiously. "What do you mean?"

The preacher was talking about the offering. I was going to have to reach into my pocket for my wallet, then my boner would probably become obvious anyway. I leaned in and whispered, "I'm kind of embarrassed. But, seeing you sing up there gave me a massive erection that is not going away."

Sondra eyes got wide. And she got a big grin on her face. Then, she leaned down to get her purse, and used the movement to disguise the fact that she was reaching into my lap and feeling my hard cock through my pants. I couldn't believe she was doing that during the service! She gave my cock a gentle squeeze, which did nothing but make my predicament worse. She came up with her purse and a wicked look in her eye. I was beet red in the face. 

I fished out my wallet. I had twenty seven dollars in cash, a twenty, a five and two ones. Sondra shook her head and whispered, "You're my guest." But I fished out the twenty anyway. Sondra wrote a check. 

Then Sondra grabbed the program and wrote me a note: "You weren't kidding. BTW, NICE COCK!!!" Then she drew a smilee with a big grin and huge, bulging eyes. That made me laugh. I took her hand and drew a heart shape in her palm with my finger. Sondra bit her lower lip.

After the service, we went through a receiving line and shook the minister's hand. Pastor Black seemed like a very nice woman, and she made a point of repeating my name back to me, and welcoming me to the church. Of course she was gushing about Sondra's solo, saying how it was the highlight of the whole service. Several people thanked Sondra for her solo and said how lovely it was. I had untucked my shirt, to mask my fading erection. I was both proud that my girlfriend's first impression of my cock was generally positive. But still ashamed that I popped a big boner out of nowhere like a teenager. 

Sondra and I walked out of the church hand in hand. It felt really good. She is older than me, but there doesn't seem to be a huge, obvious age difference between us. Maybe that's because she looks younger than twenty-eight, and maybe I look more mature than twenty-one. 

We got to the parking lot. I didn't know what our plans were, whether we would be taking my car or not. So, I turned Sondra to face me and I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, nothing too passionate, because there were still people from the church walking near us. But it was sweet and nice. Sondra lips felt very warm. 

"So what now? Do we go out to lunch?"

Sondra said, "I thought that was the plan. I know a place nearby where we can get sandwiches. Will you let me pick up the check? I'm the one with a job."

I feigned being hurt. "I have a job! I'm a student. I actually get a small stipend from one of my scholarships. And I'm living at home, so I don't have many expenses. But, yeah, you can pick up the check if you want. I'm just saying, next time, the Chinese Food is on me."

Sondra kissed me. "Deal," she said, "There's a deli down the street. We can walk there."

We walked. "So where do you want this date to end up?", I asked.

Sondra pondered. "I don't know. This is the first real 'Date'-date I've been on in a long time. I don't think I was ever really good at dating. And...well, my situation is strange."

"It can't be stranger than my situation," I laughed.

Sondra shook her head. "Look. I come with a lot of baggage. I'm not an easy girl to have around. Plus, if we are going to go down the BDSM road, that complicates things even more. That's a whole other can of worms."

"I'm not scared," I said.

"How did things go with Sally? Did she have fun? She had better have had fun, Mister." Sondra was smiling.

"Things didn't go as planned. Uhm," I started to wonder how much I should tell Sondra. "We went to Sally's home, because I wanted some alone time with my newest submissive. Sally's daughter was spending the night at a friend's house."

"Sally has a daughter? How old?"

"She's eighteen, a High School Senior. I hadn't seen her in nearly four years."

"But you saw her last night?"

"Yeah. She came home unexpectedly, and Sally was tied up in the bedroom. Terri, that's Sally's daughter, wanted to know where her mother was. And well, Sally had told me earlier in the day that she has the hots for her daughter, and that she wanted a sexual relationship with Terri, more like the relationship I have with my mother. I thought Sally was crazy at first. But, Terri came home and...so, I..."

"You took another submissive?" Sondra looked shocked.

"No, she not my submissive. But, I sort of seduced her, and let her join me and Sally. It was sort of my first threesome with two girls."

"Sort of? You're not sure if you've had another threesome with two girls? Or were there more than two, in an orgy with a Girls Track Team or something?" Sondra let go of my hand and crossed her arms.

"Look," I didn't know how to say it, "it was just something that happened. I'm not in a romantic relationship with either Sally or her daughter Terri. But it was all pretty exciting. Still, if that is going to impact what you and I have going on here," I took a deep breath, "I'm willing to forgo having sex with Sally and Terri again. I can't give up on my Mom and Dad. They're family. But, I just feel like you and I could have something very special."

"You would do that? For me? Like give up other submissives, all other lovers? Just like that?"

"I'm just telling you how I feel. That I think you are special, and that I wouldn't feel like I was giving anything up for you, if I ended up with you."

Sondra's arms uncrossed. Then she stood in front of me and wrapped her arms around me. I reciprocated, With her three inch heels on, she was nearly as tall as me. I'm 6'2 and Sondra is probably 5'10" a little taller than my parents. "I like Sally. She's sweet. And, well, I enjoyed Dominating her and spanking her pussy. I have not done that in a long time. That felt...anyway, that was fun. If I'm your girlfriend, will I have unlimited access to your other submissives?"

"I can't promise what my mother and father will say. But Sally wants to serve you. I can't say what Terri will say. She wants to Dominate her mother, but she's just a teen, and doesn't seem committed to being submissive. Besides, she's a virgin. And so, I'm not sure if she should make that sort of commitment without having more experience. But I won't stand in the way of that."

Sondra kissed me. She let her kiss linger and deepen, even though we were just standing on the sidewalk. My mouth opened and I tasted her tongue for the first time. I could feel myself getting excited again, and then remembered we were in public, so I backed off. "Robbie," Sondra said, "I really like you. Like really, really. And you are a great kisser."

"Thank you, Sunny. Kissing you gives me a feeling of vertigo, like I'm falling or about to fall." I grimaced. "That's probably not something people say on the first date."

Sondra playfully grabbed my ass and pulled me against her. "I think you're sweet. And that was poetic. Do you want me as a submissive?"

I grinned broadly. "I want you any which way I can have you. But you said that you just wanted a nice, sweet, vanilla boyfriend for a change. So...I'm trying to be that for you right now. As much as I can."

"Damn! Where have you been hiding, Robbie? Don't pay attention to what I say. Pay attention to what I need. Maybe I need a Master and Dominant in my life again. I don't know." Sondra reached up and took a clip out of her hair and let her bun loose and her hair fell in tousled waves around her shoulders. Then she took off her glasses and put them in her purse. Her brown eyes are so large and clear. And her makeup was subtle and impeccable, like it had been applied by a professional makeup artist. The effect was startling. She didn't seem any less or more attractive. But it was a simple transformation. It was like I was standing on the sidewalk with a completely different woman in my arms. 

"Wow!"

"What?"

"All this, and a beautiful voice too!" I kissed Sondra quickly, then leaned in near her ear and whispered. "I desperately want you."

She pushed me back with her hands on my chest. "Well, that makes two of us then. But, we are having lunch before anything else." She then reached up and undid the large bow at her neck and pulled it off. She undid two buttons on her blouse too. Then she took the long blue tie and put it around my neck and under my collar. She buttoned up my top two buttons and tied the fabric like a men's tie. 

"I would have worn a tie, if I had known we were going some place formal," I said.

"We're just going down to Signorelli's Deli on the corner. They have a great Muffaletta Sandwich you should try. I just wanted to see what you might look like as more of a businessman type."

"You have a thing for business men?" I tucked my shirt back in.

"I LOVE a man in a suit. Especially a three piece suit with a vest. A tux with a cumberbund looks silly to me. A tux with a vest is super hot. I don't know why."

"What about a naked man, wearing only a vest?" I asked.

"God! That is like a fantasy of mine, getting fucked by a guy in a vest. I know, it's weird."

I laughed. "That doesn't seem weird. That seems very doable, and adorable, Sunny."

"You would do that for me, Robbie?"

"Wear a vest? Of course. You're my girlfriend. I want to make you happy in any way I can. That way seems simple."

"I asked my former Master to do that once, to put his vest back on after he had gotten naked. He said it would make him feel silly, and that a Master should never feel silly or stupid."

"Well, if you are looking for a Master who will never look silly or stupid, I'm not your guy. But, Jesus, something as easy as wearing a vest? That's a no brainer, Sunny. I just need to get some suits with vests is all. Besides, I'm going to need more suits. I'm going to be a Junior Executive next year."

"Really? Where, Mr. Junior Executive?"

"It's not that big a deal. Dad wants to hire me for his firm. He says I'm a good prospect. We haven't worked out the salary details. I don't think it's nepotism. I'm a good student with really good grades, and I've got some math and computer skills my Dad's business could use."

"Your father is a businessman too?"

"Yeah, he owns McMillan and Associates. It's an Accounting and Actuarial Service Organization. They have a couple of expansion offices, but the main office is in town."

"I think I've heard of it," Sondra said.

"I'll tell Dad to wear a three piece suit when he meets you."

"Is he a big guy, like you, Robbie?"

"He's more average height, and thin. I like to think he's got a lithe, dancer's body."

"OK."

We stood outside Signorelli's. I opened the door for Sondra. A bell rang. And a big man with a huge, black beard shouted, "Ms. Gutierrez, so good to see you! I getting worried!"

Sondra winked at me and whispered, "I let them know we were coming."

This man-mountain led us back to a booth in the back, near the kitchen. He must have been 6'8" tall, and at least four bills, four hundred pounds. He was wearing a spotless, white apron. Sondra sat facing the Kitchen. I debated sliding in next to her then I chose to sit across from her. I figured I could control myself better that way. "It's so good to see you again, Ma'am. I have your Horchata out in a moment. And you are still getting two Muffaletta Specials? Yes?" He looked at me, and I just smiled and shrugged. "And what would you like to drink, Sir?" 




The Blue Life Ch. 17: Sondra's Place



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. This chapter of the story doesn't involve much direct incestuous action, but it remains a prominent theme. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated. 

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I followed Sondra into her apartment, and kicked off my shoes as I entered the door. To say that it was an apartment is an overstatement. It was converted storage space above her Lingerie Shop. It's a fifteen by thirty foot room with a twelve foot ceiling. There was a king-sized bed on one side of the room, with a trunk at its base. There was a Wardrobe and dresser against the wall. The "bedroom" also had a large, maroon area rug, defining the space. An open shelving unit was in the middle of the room, dividing the "bedroom space" from the "dining/kitchen space." The shelf has sixteen square cubbies, some displaying pottery or glass art pieces, most of them shelving lots and lots of books that emphasized a varied and eclectic taste. The "kitchen" had a three-quarter sized fridge freezer with a microwave oven on top. A hot plate stayed on one end of a blue-green laminate and chrome kitchen table that looked like it came from a second hand shop. The table would have been in fashion around 1955. There were just three, matching, blue-green, padded, vinyl and chrome kitchen chairs. Splits in the vinyl on some of them had been fixed with black electrical tape. The ceiling was uncovered and a mass of black girders, pipes, wiring and milky-tan spray-foam insulation was visible. 

Sondra was wearing just her demi-bra, which exposed her perky nipples and much of her taught, A cup sized breasts. She also had on a garter and stockings and navy blue, open-toe pumps, with a shiny silver, three-inch heel. She set her purse and her blouse and skirt (which we had just taken of on the stairway leading up to her place) on her kitchen table. I put her panties that I had in my hand on the table too.

Sondra reached and took my hand and led me into her "bedroom." I was surprised at how soft the rug was. It obviously had a very thick carpet pad underneath. She put a finger to her lips and said, "We'll have to talk quietly, Robbie. The vents lead straight down into my shop. That's why I don't have a TV or Stereo up here."

I pulled Sondra against me. "We don't need words, Kitten. I've said enough for three dates already today." I kissed her. She opened her mouth and welcomed my passion. I grabbed her hair and held her head in place and I slathered her face with sloppy kisses and licks. There was nothing subtle about my desire. "God, you're so fucking beautiful. I can't believe you're my girlfriend."

"All yours, Daddy. All yours," Sondra passionately whispered. I'm not her "Daddy," but my submissives have taken to affectionately using that word for me. She began to pull at the blue tie she had put around my neck.When the knot didn't come undone quickly enough, she gave up, and with shaking hands began fumbling with my belt buckle instead. "Can I do this, Daddy? Can I have you naked? I want you so much."

"Yes, Sunny. You can do whatever you want with me. You don't have to ask permission today. Just go with your passions. You don't even have to ask to cum."

"Is that the rule, Daddy? I didn't know. I came on the stairs without asking you. I had Sophie join us without asking too!"

"Yes, that's a rule, Kitten. But, I will wait until after the Shop closes and until after Sophie leaves to paddle your ass, so you can scream as loud as you need to." I undid the tie at my neck and began unbuttoning my shirt.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, please, Daddy. It's been too long. Do you want me naked too?" She began to reach between her breasts for the clasp of her bra.

"No, Kitten. You look perfect. You are my beautiful Lingerie Girl. You look stunning, and nothing you are wearing is getting in the way for now. Leave on your bra, garter and stockings. And especially, leave on your shoes." I pulled off my shirt, as Sondra pulled my belt all the way out of my pants.

"I love your hairy chest, Robbie. And your pecs. And your nipples. And your abs." Sondra's hands were taking a tour of my body as she spoke about it. She knelt on the floor in front of me, and looked up at me with an expression of awe and wonder. "Tell me what to do, Daddy."

"Tell me why you want to take off my pants, Kitten."

"I need to see your cock, Daddy."

"That's not a good enough reason, Kitten."

"I'm your Slut now, Daddy. Aren't I?" She was giving me permission to call her that.

"Yes, you're such a horny Fuck-Slut for your Daddy, Sunny. But just letting you see your Daddy's cock isn't a good enough reason for me to get naked."

"I need to suck your cock, Robbie. My mouth is aching for your cock."

I undid the button of my jeans. "That's better. But that's not the reason I want to hear."

"I need to jack your mother-fucking cock with my hands. I need to feel the weight of your balls in my palms."

I lowered my zipper and let Sunny ease my pants over the curve of my ass. She caressed my buns as she did, and gave out an appreciative groan. She brought my pants down my hairy legs and I stepped out of them. I was still wearing green boxer-briefs. They were tented by my erection, with a dark pre-cum stain was on the front. "Those are good reasons, Kitten. But it's not the reason I want to hear," I repeated.

"Tell me, Daddy. I need to have this cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with this beautiful cock. You can even take my ass today. I don't care if it hurts or I get a flare up." She kissed at the pre-cum spot on my underwear, and her tongue licked at it.

"Well, I care, Kitten. We aren't going to have any anal sex until you have had time to prepare. You might not care, so I will for both of us." I took a step back, and heard a choked, "No," from my submissive, like I was taking away her candy.

I put my thumbs in my waistband and slowly brought my circumcised, six and a half inch long, thick cock into view. "I hope this doesn't disappoint you at all, Sunny. I'm guessing you have seen a lot of cocks." I couldn't help it. I was confident. But I still held my breath, waiting for her reaction.

She groaned loudly, "Oh fuuuhck!" Then she grinned with a naughty look on her face and whispered. "Oops. That was a little too loud. I feel like Goldilocks! That cock is not too big and not too small. Not too thick and not too thin." She reached out and grabbed my cock and drew me forward. "This cock is just right! Perfectly hard. Perfectly shaped. It even fucking smells wonderful. I'm going to spend hours and hours...no, Daddy, I swear...I am going to spend a lifetime just worshiping your cock in every way I can imagine!"

I kicked off my underwear and let Sunny take my cock deeply and reverently into her mouth. "Kitten, thank you. THAT was exactly what I wanted to hear."

Sondra worked on my cock for a long time, until I felt like I either had to cum in her mouth or fuck her. I wanted to make love with her. So I stood her up and silently sat her on the bed. Then I got my pants and dug into my pocket and got out a condom.

"Daddy, you can't use that condom," Sondra said.

"Sweetie, my Mom and Dad and I promised each other that we wouldn't fuck anyone without a condom, until everyone involved gets tested for STDs, and we are sure of the results."

"God, I love you, Robbie. That is very smart. I can show you my results. I got tested just three weeks ago."

"You did? Why?"

"I get tested every three months, regardless. I used to get tested more often. Before big Kink Club social events, where we required everyone be tested. There's a Plastic Surgeon in town, Dr. Ernest Shapiro. He has something he calls, The Twilight Special. It's a battery of tests he will run for fifty bucks cash."

"He can't be reputable. Doctors visits cost more than that," I said.

"He used to do lab testing for the Porn Industry in California, before he moved here. The Twilight Special keeps Dr. Shapiro an integral part of the local Kink Social Scene. And he gets to connect with a lot of prospective Plastic Surgery Clients this way. He's also a horn-dog who likes to flirt with patients. Well, he likes to flirt with me. But I like to flirt back."

"OK, I believe you. You're STD free. I trust you. But you can't trust me. I haven't been tested. But we will make appointments for me, Sally, Terri, and my Mom and Dad tomorrow."

"I can probably get you all seen tomorrow. Dr. Shapiro's receptionist likes me. And Dr. Shapiro will have the results back by Wednesday."

I nodded. "Great. But we still have to use a condom today."

"That's fine, Robbie. But we can't use that condom."

"Why not?"

"When I had my cancer scare, I was in the hospital for a while. And I developed an allergy to latex and most lubes. So, I have to use special condoms and silicone or special hypoallergenic lubes."

"Well, shit," I said, severely disappointed. 

Sondra opened the trunk at the base of her bed. "I didn't say we couldn't use a condom, Robbie. I just said we couldn't use THAT condom." She got out a package of silicone lubed, hypoallergenic condoms. She did a little more digging, and pulled out a rubber ball-gag with a leather strap as well.

I chuckled, "What's the ball gag for, Kitten?"

"Daddy, when you start fucking me with that perfect cock, I'm going to start cumming. And when I cum, I can be very verbal and very loud. I'm going to need something to help me be quiet, and to remind me to stay quiet."

"And I'm going to want you to cum and cum and not hold anything back."

Sondra whispered, "You can have my everything, Daddy."

"I love you, Sunny," I said.

Sondra kissed me passionately. "I love you too, Robbie," she said. The she opened her mouth wide, and accepted the ball-gag into her mouth. As I buckled it behind her head, Sondra took out a condom and rolled it onto my erection. I picked up the blue tie that been around my neck and made a slipknot out of one end. Then I put the loop around her left wrist, and pulled her onto the bed. Sondra's headboard is custom built. It's a large, rectangular, black stained slab of wood. Then, in a random pattern, there are twenty to twenty five, nickel plated O-Rings screwed into the board, creating a constellation of hardware. The design is Modern, Industrial, lovely, and functional. Sondra was on her hands and knees. I tied the other end of the fabric to one of the rings near the center, down by the mattress. The restraint was entirely symbolic. Sondra could easily loosen the slip-knot on her left wrist with her right hand, if she wanted. The fact is, she didn't want. She wanted to be my captive, my submissive. 

I pulled her hair, like I had in the parking lot of her church. "You are such a fucking gorgeous Slut! Are you just aching for your Daddy's fuck-meat?" 

Sondra's eyes widened. And she hummed a "Ungh-hang," into the ball-gag. Without letting go of Sunny's hair in my left hand, I plunged two fingers into her soaking pussy with my right. Then, I withdrew them and I spanked her bare ass cheek. And she groaned into the ball-gag. 

"That's right, Slut. I'm going to spank your ass! Get your head down on the bed, now. Down on the bed! And put your ass in the air! Spread your legs. Wider! Arch your back, Kitten, like the fucking cat in heat you are!"

Sondra's pussy lips opened and shut winking her hole at me. I couldn't tell if that was a voluntary or involuntary movement on her part. Either way, it was damn nasty and sexy. I stood on the bed behind her and spanked her pussy! I tried to get around and underneath, so I might be spanking her clit too. Sunny screamed into her ball-gag. It was muffled. I plunged my fingers back into her pussy. She was even wetter now. I spanked her pussy three more times in quick succession. Then, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take her and claim her. I knelt behind her and plunged my cock into her depths, doggy-style. I didn't know a cunt could feel so hot, tight and wet. The "slap, slap, slap" of my pelvis connecting with Sunny"s ass mimicked the spanking I had just given her. "Reach up, Fuck-Kitten, touch your clit! Frig it! Force a climax on yourself. Don't wait. No holding back. No holding back. Do it! Do it! Do it! Cum for me, Kitten! Cum on your Daddy's fucking cock! Give that to me...NOW!"

I said the last word too loudly. I didn't care much. I grabbed Sondra's hair and pulled it. I seemed fixated on focusing my connection and Dominance through pulling her hair. She screamed a muffled string of obscenities into the ball-gag. I held my shaft deeply inside her and felt waves of pressure grip my cock, from the base up to the head and back as Sondra came. It was either an amazing display of muscular control, or just an amazing reaction. It felt incredible on my cock and put me right on the edge of cumming. But I didn't. I didn't have to will it back down, I just didn't let it go.

I felt Sunny work through her climax. Then I unbuckled her ball-gag, and let it drop on the bed. "You bastard! You mother-fucker!" Sunny swore at me. "Look what you made me do? Oh fuck, I love you, Daddy! You don't know how much that scares me. You didn't even cum!" She reached between us and grabbed my heavy balls.

I eased my cock out, and Sunny whimpered. "Roll over. On your back, Sunny." I moved up and began to undo the restraint at Sunny's left wrist. She protested briefly, thinking that meant we were finished. I kissed her forehead, "No. I'm not done. I just need you like this," I said, although I didn't exactly know what I meant by that. 

I reached between Sunny's breasts and undid the front clasp of her bra. I cupped her tiny breasts in my hands. Sondra has a small mole or beauty mark on the right side of her right breast. Somehow that small imperfection makes her tits even more perfect. Her skin is darker than mine, a Latina and maybe Native American beauty. 

"Please, be gentle with my nipples, Robbie. They become ultra-sensitive right after I cum." I bent down and kissed each nipple, as gently, soothingly and lovingly as possible. No teeth. No hard flicks of my tongue. "You didn't cum, Daddy?" I could tell Sunny was trying not to sound disappointed.

I worked my way back down, and spread Sunny's legs. I knelt between them, and said, "That last fuck was for Daddy and his Kitten. I needed to spank you, and pull your hair. I needed to claim you and Dominate you. And force an orgasm on you. That last fuck was for your Master and his sub."

"You were perfect, Daddy. You own me now."

I placed the tip of my cock at her gateway. "This time, your vanilla boyfriend, Robbie, just needs to look in his girlfriend's eyes as they gently make love." I entered Sunny slowly. We fit perfectly together. She's the perfect height for kissing while making love. "This is the best date I've ever been on. I love you, Sunny. Oh shit."

"What's wrong?"

"I was going to build you up slowly to another orgasm. But that's not going to happen. Looking in your eyes and telling you I love you. I'm gonna cum right now. I can't hold it back. I'm sorry. I wanted to last longer. I'm such a putz."

Sondra smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around me. "It's a gift, baby. Don't hold it back. We won't always cum together. Give it to me, Robbie. Let it go. Cum for me. I love you too." Her legs wrapped around my thighs and hugged me in. She pulled my head down into the crook of her neck.

I shuddered and I came. I started crying. I wasn't sobbing. Just, suddenly my face was wet with tears and my nose was running. I didn't feel Masterful at all. I felt weak and helpless, and goofy and awkward. And it didn't matter. None of that mattered. Because I was being held and loved by my wonderful girlfriend! I laughed at that. I was laughing and crying at the same time. I felt warm, content and suddenly powerfully sleepy. I imagined snoring into Sondra's shoulder and how lame and awful and perfect that would be too. That made me laugh even more. 

Sondra pushed me off and onto my back. "What's so funny, Mister? Hey! Are you crying?"

I wiped my nose with the back of my hand. I felt so disgusting and unsexy at that moment. I laughed at myself. "Yeah. My emotions are playing demolition derby inside me right now. It's all good. Just overwhelming, y'know?"

Sondra snuggled in on my left and kissed my face, tasting my tears. "Yeah. I know. That is so sweet. Can I get you anything?"

I snuffled. "I need a couple tissues," I said. 

Sondra got up and started turning circles in her apartment. "Oh crap," she said, "I've got paper towels and baby wipes."

I laughed. "I'll just use toilet paper." I pulled the condom off my dick and tied the end, while I watched my girlfriend try to find tissues.

"The bathroom is downstairs," she explained, "I've got no running water up here."

"OK. I'll take one of each then, a paper towel and baby wipe." I blew my nose with the paper towel, and cleaned my face with the baby wipe. At least it was unscented. Then I wiped my cock with the wipe too. Normally, it's a submissive's task to clean her Master's cock after sex, but the moment was gone. Sondra pointed to a waste basket. I wadded the two papers and condom together and made the eight foot shot. "He shoots! He scores! And the crowd goes wild!" I started goofing, making cheering noises from behind cupped hands.

"Were you on the basketball team in High School?"

"I Lettered..." I bragged, "in MATH! I led my High School Math Team to the State Mathletes Championship my Senior Year! I am one hundred percent, pure nerd!"

"You are not as big a nerd as me," Sondra claimed. "I read comics. And still have a collection of Dragons and Dreamons Cards!"

"No freakin' way!"

"Way!" Sondra said it like a California Valley Girl.

"I have a whole collection too! Mom and Dad and I did a CosPlay once as characters from that game."

"Really? Was that for a Convention?", Sondra asked.

"That was just for sex!"

"Like sexy Role Play?"

"Yep."

"OK. Let me guess. Your mom was Mademoiselle Mercury."

"How did you know?"

"She has the same hair color and smoking hot body."

"I'll give you a hint, my Dad and I were a pair of cards, a team."

Sondra thought. "Were you, Block and Tackle?" Those are a pair of brutish character cards from the game. They have a stronger Attack/Defense score of you have both cards and can play them together.

"My Dad's not that big. Hell, I'm not that big! Gio would make a great Tackle! He would just have to shave his head and wax his beard."

"You're right! So who did you play?"

"I was Doctor Foxenstein, the mad scientist."

"And your Dad was Foxxy Redd? O-M-Gee, I am going to have to see that!"

"Dad will love that. He and my Mom are really into Puppy Play with Foxxy."

"Cool. But, he still uses the toilet, right?"

"What! Of course!"

"I knew a guy once, so into Puppy Play, he had to pee and poop outside."

"TMI!" I laughed.

"Sorry," Sondra said. 

Our phones chimed at almost the exact same time. "That will be The Whitehalls checking in. Should we look at our messages?"

Sondra shrugged. "Probably."

I fished my phone out of my pants pocket. There were three messages from Sally. 

"DADDY, MARJORIE CALLED LOOKING FOR YOU. I SAID YOU WERE ON A DATE. SHE GUESSED TERRI. I JUST LET HER THINK THAT. SHE WAS BEING A MISTRESS. I TRIED TO TELL HER I BELONG TO YOU NOW, AND THAT WE HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT US. SHE DIDN'T LISTEN. SAID SOMETHING ABOUT PROBLEMS WITH YOUR UNCLE AND GRANDMA. I MADE TERRI CUM WITH ALL MY TOYS. TELL MISTRESS SUNNY THANK YOU! ALSO, I AM DRESSED AND MADE UP TO MEET DENNIS. HOW DO I LOOK?"

The next two messages were photos. One was a close-up of Sally's face. Terri must have done Sally's makeup. She was wearing eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick. She was really glammed up, too much for just a casual date. But Terri must have been having fun. Sally still looked gorgeous. The other photo was a full body shot, showing off her outfit. She was wearing a bright red shirt with the collar up, and a black wraparound skirt. She looked really cute. She also had on the garter and stockings we had bought the day before. And black, square toed dress shoes. The shoes weren't horrible. They just weren't sexy. No, they were actually horrible. They looked like the kind of shoes a nurse would wear to a funeral. Oh well. 




The Blue Life Ch. 18: Little Mistress



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. 

This story picks up where Chapter 17 left off. Bobby has been adding to his stable of submissives. There is now his mother and father, Mrs. Sally Whitehall (his mother's best friend), Terri Whitehall (Sally's eighteen year old daughter), and Sondra Gutierrez (an owner of a Lingerie Shop in her late twenties).

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I entered Dressing Room #2 in the Lace Boudoir to find my youngest submissive, the eighteen year old Terri Whitehall, on her hands and knees. She was topless, wearing only a pleated, plaid miniskirt, knee highs, brown penny loafers, oh, and a thin, white dog collar around her neck. She was looking at herself in the mirror, with one hand between her legs, inside her panties, stroking her pussy. Her massive tits hung down, and swung underneath her as she stroked.

"Terri," I asked, "what the hell are you doing?"

"I was getting bored, Bobby. So I thought I might rub one out. You got me excited earlier and then left me hanging. So, I thought I would take matters into my own hands."

"Is that why you've been acting like a bitch to Sophie?" Sophie had been trying to help fit Terri with a new bra.

"She was a bitch to me first. She's supposed to be finding me like a bra and panties to wear to work here at the lingerie shop. She measured me, and then she brought me that crap! I can't wear that!" Terri's voice went up an octave into a piercing whine. 

I looked at the bras that were on the table. They were fine. There was a black lace bra, and a white plain one. They were very similar to ones Sally, Terri's mother, had bought the day before at The Lace Boudoir. Conservative, but sexy. I said, "What is wrong with these bras? They are very sexy and nice. Your Mom got bras like these here just yesterday. Don't you think she looks hot?"

"Mom is super-sexy. And the bras she got here are fine. But I don't want to look like my mother! Geez, Bobby!"

I grabbed a chair and sat down. "Pussycat, come here," I commanded, "across my lap, now!"

Terri stood, and sassed, "Oh, you want me to sit your lap again, so you can press that cock of yours against my butt-cheeks, Bobby?" She turned and flipped up her skirt, giving me a peek at her full, muscular, perfectly round ass.

"No, Kitten. We are going to play a game. You are going to lie down across my lap. And you are going to get to whine about whatever you want. But for each thing you whine about, I will spank your ass a number of times."

"You can't do that, Bobby," Terri sniped. 

"I can and I will, and I will consider that your first whine. You want to be your Mother's Mistress, well, then you need to learn what it means to be a good little submissive. Get your belly over my lap now, you dirty little slut, before I walk out of this room and decide that your training isn't going to be worth the effort. I didn't want to take you on as one of my Kittens. Mistress Sunny talked me into this, saying you were so cute, and you really wanted to learn, that really needed training. That's why you are wearing that collar. Because you are a submissive slut, and you need training."

She walked slowly toward me, covering her breasts with one arm. She said, "Yes, Bobby."

"No," I said firmly, "you are about to be disciplined, Pussycat. You say, "Yes, Sir; yes, Master; or yes, Daddy!"

She looked scared. She looked in my eyes. She looked at her own bra and shirt on the table. She looked at the door. Finally, she said, "Yes, Daddy." And she laid herself over my lap.

"Pull off your panties, Slut!"

Terri didn't hesitate. She immediately said, "Yes, Daddy," and reached under her skirt to pull her panties off.

"You obeyed right away, Kitten. Is that because you got your pussy worked up, and you think I'm going to give it some attention now?"

"I was hoping, Sir."

"Lift up your skirt, show me your ass!" She did. "You have the finest ass I've ever fucking seen, Kitten. It is big and round and firm. I could bounce quarters off your ass! I'm going to enjoy spanking you now. And one day soon, I'm going to enjoy spreading your ass cheeks and drilling my cock into your backdoor. I know you're a virgin now, Terri. But you know what I'm talking about."

"Thank you, Bobby. I'm very proud that you like my ass so much."

I spanked her ass, hard. "That was for calling me, Bobby." I waited a second. "When getting a spanking, you should say, 'Thank you, Sir, or Daddy or Master.' Then if I've told you, you are getting spanked five or ten or twenty-five times, you will also be expected to keep count."

She said, "Thank you, Daddy. That was one. How many spankings am I getting?"

I spanked her again, harder on her other butt cheek. "That was for being slow to obey."

"Thank you, Daddy. That was two."

My hand came down on her upper thighs, right at the crease between leg and butt. "That was for being a little bitch to Sophie when she's trying to help you."

"She was a bitch to me first," Terri whined.

I spanked her two more times hard. "Ow! I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you, Daddy. I think we are up to five now. And I was the one being the bitch."

I started to gently rub my hand over where I had spanked her. I could feel the warmth coming off her ass. If you gently rub, it short circuits the pain messages getting sent from the area, and is quite pleasing, comforting, and can be very arousing. "Spread your legs, Kitten. Wider." My hand traveled down her thigh and back up her inner thigh to brush lightly over her pussy. Terri moaned and whimpered a bit. Just the tips of my fingers grazed her pussy lips. "All right, now we are going to start our game. You whine, and then get what is coming to you. Start now."

"Yes, Daddy. I don't like the bras Sophie brought in. They look too much like my Mom's. And I love my Mom and think she is hot as Hell. But I don't want to look like her." Terri steeled herself for another swat. Instead, two fingers plunged into her wet cunt. "Fuck, Daddy! Yes! But, I thought I was going to get spanked."

I twisted my fingers inside her, curving them down to put pressure on her G-spot. "Are you disappointed, Kitten?"

"No, Daddy. Oh, fuuuck, what are you doing? I'm not, fuuuhhck, disappointed. I just don't fucking understand."

"I agree with you. Those bras aren't right for you, Pussycat. You want something more young and hip, more punk, something with more style and edge."

"Exactly, that's what I thought!"

"Did you tell Sophia that?"

Terri looked puzzled. "No."

I quickly withdrew my fingers and slapped her butt-cheeks again twice.

"Holy fu-I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you, Daddy. I've lost count, Sir."

"Sophie can't help you find what you want if you just bitch at her about what you don't like. You've got to tell her what you do want. By the way, she thinks you have a smoking hot, tight body."

"She didn't tell you that."

"She said you have a body...let me think...out of a Lesbian Pornographer's Wet Dreams."

"Do you think she's Lesbian?"

"Yeah. Mostly," I said. "So what else has you feeling bitchy?"

"I don't want to be left alone."

I caressed Terri's ass. "I can't be with you all the time, Kitten."

"Mmm. No, Sir. I mean, you've got Sondra. I get that she's special. And your Dad has your Mom. And my Mom is going out with that foot-guy, Dennis."

"Let's just call him Dennis, or Bookstore Dennis, so we don't accidentally slip up when we meet him."

"Are there guys that really get off on touching feet?"

"Yep. It not that weird. Really. It's just another sexy part of you. If a guy thinks your feet are sexy, just say, thank you. By the way, I think your feet are very sexy. Don't tell her I said this, but your feet are even sexier than your Mom's."

Terri looked up at me. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes in her argyle socks. "Do you want to jack off onto my feet, like Mistress Sunny was talking about?"

"I would love to cum on lots of parts of your body, Pussycat. Your feet aren't at the top of my list, but they aren't at the bottom either. We will get there eventually."

Terri kicked off her shoes, raised her feet in her black, knee-high, socks, and wiggled her toes. "Anyway, everybody has somebody tonight, and I'm like the one left out."

I gently patted Terri's butt. "Stand up, Kitten." I looked at her up and down, five feet of teen, punk, sex goddess. Blue hair, shaved on one side. Pierced nipples. And an incredible hourglass figure with giant breasts, tiny waist, and a full hips. Terri's body was built like a thrill ride. "Goddamn, woman! You are stacked and packed in ways that just make my mouth water. Come sit on my lap for real."

Terri lifted up the front of her skirt, and straddled the chair facing me. She lowered herself, until her bare pussy was grinding on my cock through my pants. She gave me an innocent pout, and said, "Like this, Daddy? I bet I could rub one out like this, maybe for the both of us. Oh, is that hard cock in your pants for me? Did I do that, Sir?"

It was so wanton, and innocent at the same time. I grabbed her hips and guided her dry humping of me. Well, for me it was dry. Terri was putting a wet spot on the front of my slacks. "Oh Terri-Kitten," I groaned, "you are so fucking sexy."

Terri kissed me, "Not fucking sexy yet, Daddy. I'm still a tight, little virgin! Do you want to fuck me right now? I'm on the Pill. And you don't have to wear a condom. You don't have any diseases. I trust you. You can just unzip your pants, right now, and slip your cock up inside me! I'm ready, Daddy."

I kissed Terri, and my tongue entered her mouth. But then, I lifted her off my lap, and stood up. "Pussycat, you make my teeth ache with the desire to fuck you. But, everyone gets tested for STDs tomorrow. And I'm going to have you the night of your school semi-formal dance. How many days away is that?"

"Twelve days. But I'm so horny now, Bobby," she caught herself, "I mean, Daddy! You don't have to spank me." Terri covered her ass cheeks with her hands.

"We have a job to do: find you some bras and panties today, so you can start work here tomorrow. Look, do you want to stay and have dinner with me, Sondra and Sophie? There has been talk of naked Reindeer Games happening after dinner."

"Is Sophie your Slut now too now, Daddy?"

"No. But she was feeling left out and horny, just like you. And I think you two might get along."

"Can I tie her up, and force her to eat my cunt?"

"Why don't you suggest a back-rub first, followed by a make-out session, and then maybe some mutual pussy appreciation?"

"You said, she likes me? Like, she really thinks I'm sexy? Like in a Lesbian way?"

"Yes. And she's cute too! And she's an older woman. You like older women. Your mom is an older woman," I reminded Terri.

"So is yours," Terri said. 

"Yes. But I have a thing for younger women too." I kissed Terri. "I'm going to tell Sophie what you want, and then check up on my Dad and Sondra. When Sophie gets back in here, be nice to her, please. I think she has a crush on you. And she is the one buying dinner."

Terri giggled. "OK, Daddy. I will behave."

I left the dressing room, and found Sophie out in the shop. She was folding merchandise and arranging it on a table. I was feeling bold. So I hugged Sophie from behind. "I've got good news," I said.

Sophie commented, "Wow! Somebody's happy to see me!" I realized that she could feel my erection pressed against her butt-cheek. I blushed. She was smiling. She looked down and then reached and touched the wet spot on my pants, feeling my cock in the process. "Looks like somebody was getting a lap-dance from a horny, little High School Girl!"

"Uh, yeah. Sorta. Sorry." I was really blushing now.

"You are really cute when you're embarrassed," Sophie gave my bulge one more squeeze, and then went back to folding camisoles like nothing happened. "You said, there was good news?"

"Oh, yeah. Can Terri join us for dinner? There will be Reindeer Games! I promise. And you can pick whether you want to start with Terri or Sondra," I offered.

Sophie said, "That is good news. But, I might want to start with you, Bobby!" She flirting with me! It was the first time she had called me, "Bobby." She asked, "What about the bra diva? What was her problem?"

"The bras you brought her were nice. But they were too much like the bras her mother bought here, yesterday. She doesn't want to look like her Mom. Bring her something edgy, punk, bold, funny or sassy. The brasher the better."

"That's not very subtle."

"We are talking about a girl with pierced nipples, blue hair, with a Mohawk on one side."

Sophie chuckled. "Yeah, OK, I was bringing her the wrong kinds of bras. I think I know what she wants now."

"Did I mention that Terri is a virgin? And her pubic hair is blue too? Oh, and her clit is pierced, just like her nipples."

"And you still think Terri is a virgin?" Sophie grinned and shook her head.

"I didn't say she was innocent, just virginal."

"Give me fifteen minutes. And then your High School Virgin will be ready for a fashion show," Sophie said.

I went back to Sondra's office. When I had left, my father had seemed very confused and despondent about his future, especially concerning his alternate, female personality, Jillian. I opened the door quietly. I didn't want to disturb Sondra and Dad if she was trying to comfort him, or if they were sharing a tender moment.

They were sharing all right. But the moment wasn't tender. Dad had his shoes, pants underwear and jacket off. He was standing in his socks, shirt and vest, with his feet spread. Kneeling between his legs was my girlfriend, Sondra! Her sweatshirt was missing, so she was topless, but still wearing her yoga pants and cross-trainer athletic shoes. She was sucking my Dad's cock like a woman possessed. One hand gripped the base of his shaft. The other was pulling on his balls.

My Dad had fistfuls of Sondra's hair in his hands, and he was brutally fucking her mouth. Dad was shouting, "That's right, you Vixen Bitch! Suck that monster cock. Take it! Take all of it. Back into your fucking throat! I'm going to empty my balls right into your fucking belly, you Vixen Slut."

"Wow." The word just slipped out of my mouth. The scene in front of me both excited and shocked me.

My Dad turned to me and said, "Don't just stand there like an idiot with your mouth open, Bobby. Close the fucking door and get in here. I've been holding off from cumming until you got back, and I can't hold back much longer. Kneel on the floor behind me, Bobby. You've got an amazing vixen whore here, Son! I'm so damned proud of you. She's such a good cock-sucking slut! I hope we get to double team her later. You can have her pussy. I'm in love with this mouth on my cock! Fuck! So good. That's right, Bobby. On your knees, Son." Like a man in a dream, I knelt behind my father. I had never seen him so Dominant and commanding. "Good boy. Now lick Foxxy's dark hole, Son. Yes. Fucking spread my cheeks and tongue me where y are going to fuck me later. Fuck. Yes! Get ready whore. Feel my balls tighten. I'm about to cum! Tongue my ass, Bobby. Tongue fuck me. Eat me like you mean it!"

I felt Sondra's hand come down and caress my package through my pants. I'm sure she felt the wet stain that Terri had left there too. I didn't care. I was spreading my Dad's ass cheeks, try to stab my tongue past his sphincter.

My father bellowed, "That's it! That's right! Oh fuck. I'm fucking coming. Drink it like a good slut. Yessss! Wait! Pull off, Slut, let me turn around!" Sondra backed off my father's cock. Dad was holding his cock, pinching it at the base. Dad turned and put his cock right in my face. "Open up, Son. Suck my cock! I want to finish in your fucking mouth!"

I didn't know what to do. I was supposed to be the Master, the Dominant! Dad was supposed to suck and clean MY cock! My girlfriend was looking right at me with eyes of love, lust, and anticipation. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. Dad shoved his cock in my mouth, and I choked for a second. Then Dad pulled back so the head of his thin, uncircumcised cock was on the flat of my tongue, and he released his cock at the base. Dad's cock spasmed again. Two or three small spurts of jism squirted into my mouth.

My dad lost his balance and had to brace himself on the desk. "So good. So fucking good. Welcome to the family, Sondra. That was wonderful. Bobby, thank you for tonguing your old man's asshole and letting me finish in my son's mouth. That was so beautiful and nasty."

Sondra was smiling and panting. Her nipples stood up at least a half inch from her A cup breasts. I leaned forward and kissed her. I had saved some of Red's jism in my mouth to "snowball," to pass to Sondra in the kiss. It was a fetish of mine. Our lips met, and our mouths opened to each other's passion. And I found Sondra's kiss to be at least as sloppy as mine. She had done the same thing! Sondra swallowed, giggled and smiled. "You kinky bastard!! I guess great minds think alike."

I leaned in toward her and whispered, "What the heck just happened?"

Sondra gave me a sly grin, and shrugged. She whispered, "I don't know. But I want more." Then in a full voice, "That was amazing, Foxxy-Sir. I'm going to love being one of your vixens." Sondra stood and kissed my Dad's lips. My Dad seemed cheerful and powerful. His whole demeanor had changed.

I was still on my knees in front of him. "Red, what got into you?"

"I'm sorry, Bobby. I decided to Red-card your plan to punish your mother. It's a bad plan, so I changed it. Suddenly, I felt like celebrating. Thank you, Sondra. You are a delight in every way."

"Red. You can't just change my plans." I stood up, confused by the situation. "Mom disobeyed her Master, she needs to be punished, broken, and trained."

"Bobby," Dad began, "Sondra is more important than any of that. She's your future. She's amazing."

Sondra quickly kissed my Dad's lips. I realized I was jealous. "Thank you, Foxxy. You are too," she said. She grabbed the cut-off sweatshirt she had been wearing and put it on. "I need to quick get changed, and pack. I can't wait!" She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me forward, quickly kissing me before running out the door.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?"

"I'm sorry, Bobby. Sondra and I got carried away. She is so sexy and eager. She showed me that I didn't have to let you make such a huge mistake."

"Dad, I have to punish and train Mom. I'm her Master."

"Yes, you are, Bobby. And you're still my Master too. But you love Sondra."

"Yeah. I've only known her a day, but I feel like my whole life is starting with her. She's going to live with me, once the house is built."

"Does she know that yet?"

"No. But I'm her Master now."

"Bobby, that Master stuff is just a game. The love is real. She'll say, yes. But she will resent you assuming her answer, or commanding her to take such a big step." Dad finished putting on his underwear and pants.

"OK, I can see that. But you just can't change your Master's plans."

Dad laughed and shook his head. "Just watch me, Master," he simply said. "You were going to introduce your mother to your girlfriend by shunning Marjorie and cutting her off from sex. Why? Because she seduced her best friend and made her our beautiful submissive slut! Bobby, your mother would resent you for years, and she might hate Sondra if you pulled a stunt like that."

"So what do you suggest?"

"We're going to celebrate! We'll get a bottle of champagne. We are going to introduce Sondra and Marjorie. Then, we can go out to dinner and later fuck. Or maybe we will skip dinner and just all fuck."




The Blue Life Ch. 19: The Blur Life



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 18 left off. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading.

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We rode in my Dad's burgundy Cadillac, all three of us in the front seat. Dad was driving. My girlfriend, Sondra, was sitting in the middle, and I was riding shotgun. Dad has a giant boat of a car. It's vintage, something that Dad used to work on with a Hobby Garage group, until he found he didn't have the time anymore.

Sondra was riding in the center, with her feet straddling the transmission hump. She held my hand and snuggled up against me. I had my arm around her. We had decided to leave my car behind at Sunny's place. We just stopped to pick up my bag of sex toys and tools I had brought to Sally Whitehall's house the night before, when I had taken that pretty, plump woman's ass.

"Daddy?", my father said, but he was talking to me. I'm his sexual Dominant, and Dad has told me he would rather call me, "Daddy," like my other submissives do, instead of "Sir," or "Master." I think Red (and that's Dad's submissive name) finds calling me, Daddy, more intimate and romantic. But it still feels strange to me. My mother has regularly called me, "Daddy" for months. Mrs. Whitehall, her daughter Terri, and especially my new girlfriend Sondra (or I like to caller her, Sunny) also like to call me, "Dadd." But it feels stranger having my own Dad calling me "Daddy." Maybe I will get used to it. "Daddy," Red said," this has been a big weekend for us."

"Yeah, Red," I said, "it has. We found out about Jillian. And convinced you to be done with Nick."

"I don't know why I was so scared of that." Dad shook his head.

"You were conditioned, Dad. You were brainwashed. It wasn't right. I just had no idea how wrong it was. I'm sorry."

"Well, I feel freer now that Nick is History. Although it looks like I'm now going to have to deal with him through my mother. Anyway, our family has seen a bigger shift this weekend than when you took Blue as your submissive or even when you took me, Sir."

I hugged Sunny against my side. "This has been a life changing weekend, alright. And this is still such a crazy First Date with you, Sunny."

"It's a lot to take in, but it's been wonderful, Robbie. It feels good to be owned again. And I'm loving being part of your stable, and getting a chance to train and be trained again. I hope your mother will accept me."

"Bobby," Dad said, "You had talked about changing your mother's status, so she would no longer be your Primary Sub, that Mistress Sunny will have that role, and that your mother will be submissive to her."

"Yeah, Red. That will be a big shift for Mom. Plus, I was going to punish her for going behind my back, having sex with Mrs. Whitehall, and taking her as a submissive. She's only been having that affair for about six weeks. But her sexual pleasure belongs to me. It was an act of disrespect going behind my back."

"Daddy, I know. I'm her husband, remember? I don't mean this to sound disrespectful. But, we are going to be realigning power within our family. So, I'm going to detail a major change right now." I could tell my father was very serious.

"Go ahead, Red."

"You are going to be taking Mistress Sunny as your Primary Sub. And I think that's natural, she is your Love. So, I'm going to take Marjorie back as my Primary. She is my Wife, and she's your mother. I understand that there is a sexual bond, and a commitment of Dominance and submission between us all that I won't try to disrupt too much. But Blue is my Wife, and so I'm going to be her Primary, Sir."

Sondra asked, "What are you saying, Red?"

"Marjorie and I can't count on Bobby to be our Primary forever. So we need to be that for each other. Sometimes Marjorie will be my Dominant, and my Mistress. But I'm going to Dominate her when we get home, as much as Daddy and Blue Dominated me yesterday."

"How do you plan to do that, Red? She's always been your Mistress."

"Not always, Daddy," my father said cryptically. "And I'm sure that eventually Blue will get to a point where I can trust her again, and she can be my Mistress again too."

"Dad, you don't trust Mom?"

"No, Son. I don't. I've been married to your mother for more than twenty years. But, she cheated on me with you. Now, that brought me you as my Master. And that has awakened me and saved me in many ways. It probably saved our marriage. Neither Marjorie nor I were happy. Still, I must admit, there is part of me that is still angry about that too, Sir. Then, Marjorie went behind my back again and had sex with Sally Whitehall. Now, that has expanded our family and brought three (maybe four) new Vixens into our den." My father's hand dropped next to him and casually caressed along Sondra's thigh. Sondra flinched for a moment, but then spread her legs, encouraging my Dad to explore higher. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealously. What the hell was going on? This whole situation is strange.

"Dad, I don't get your point."

"My point is, I'm going to Dominate Marjorie and take her as my Primary submissive. I'm going to be her Master. She will answer to me first and to you second, Bobby, even though we will both submit to you. I plan to bind her to my will, even if that means I have to beat her, humiliate her, or even sexually torture her. Then, she will either accept me as her husband, Dominant, and Primary Master, or I will be packing and moving out."

"Red, you can't do that. I won't let you."

Dad turned to me, smiling, but there was nothing gentle or happy in that smile. "I'm your father. And, even though you're my Master, you can't stop me, Bobby."

Sondra sighed. "If there is nothing we can do to stop you, Foxxy Sir. How can we best support and assist you? I can tell that you are angry and hurt. And you should know, that you should never go into a submissive training or sadomasochism session while you are angry. You will never be able to work through your anger by inflicting pain on your partner. And you must exhibit control, Sir. Because things can get out of hand quickly if you are angry, or trying to get revenge. You really don't want to injure Blue." Sunny took Dad's hand in hers and brought it up to her mouth, and kissed his fingers. 

"You are as wise as you are beautiful, Miss Gutierrez," Dad said. "Mistress Sunny, do you think we will have an opportunity to, uhm, you know, if it's alright with you, Bobby, I mean..."

"Spit it out, Red," I said.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I was just hoping to get a chance to make love with Mistress Sunny."

Sunny laughed. "Red, I just sucked your cock about an hour ago. Wasn't that making love?"

"And that was amazing Mistress. Thank you. I was just wondering if we might, uhm...," Dad blushed and whispered, "have intercourse sometimes, maybe even tonight." He was genuinely embarrassed and shy.

Sondra reached and stroked Dad's cheek with her thumb, saying, "That is so sweet, Andrew. With the way you Dominated me this afternoon, you could have easily just assumed that I'm your fuck-toy now, and you will get to fuck me and use me whenever and wherever you want."

"But that wasn't me, Ma'am. That was Foxxy Redd. Foxxy is a character. The real me is much more submissive and would never presume."

"Dad," I said, "the real you is whoever you choose to be."

"Except for Jillian," Red corrected me. Jillian is an alternate personality of my father's. It's not an official diagnosis but, Mom and I are convinced Dad has Dissociative Identity Disorder, or multiple personalities.

"Jillian has her own choices to make too, Red."

Sondra explained. "Andrew, you are a Switch, sometimes Dominant, and sometimes submissive, depending on the situation you are in, and the people you are with. I think most people can switch, but we also have a tendency to naturally prefer Dominance or submission. And with each situation and relationship you can choose how to act and react. Now, I enjoyed being commanded to suck Foxxy's cock and being your submissive vixen slut. That was a lot of fun. But is that who you want me to be regularly?"

My Dad bit his upper lip and thought for a second. Then he said, "No, Mistress. There is too much joy and freedom in submission. When I'm worshiping Marjorie's feet or breasts or pussy, or even when I'm sucking Bobby's cock, there's a wonderful peace in letting everything else go, and making them my whole world. Even when I'm getting paddled or humiliated, or maybe especially then, I feel like nothing else matters, not my job or my brother, Nicky or anything. And I don't think I could Dominate Marjorie without knowing I also had the safety, security and joy of my submission to Bobby, you and Mistress Terri to fall back on and support me."

"So why are you planning to Dominate your wife at all?"

"Because Marjorie needs to understand that she is married to me, and not our son. And that we are done hiding things from each other. I hid my relationship with Nick for more than twenty years. That nearly destroyed me and nearly destroyed our marriage. Bobby and Marjorie hid their incest from me for months. I had hidden Jillian. And now, Marjorie has hidden the fact that she and Sally had become lovers. That's not going to happen anymore. Also, Marjorie has been Queen Bitch, and Bobby's Primary for months now. She will have less trouble accepting you as her Mistress and Bobby's new Primary if I shift her focus onto me."

"Dad, you don't have to do all that just for me and Sondra," I said.

Dad glanced at me. "This isn't for you or Mistress Sunny, Daddy. This is for me and my wife." Dad reached into his jacket pocket and got out his cellphone. "I'm going to call Marjorie, and I'm going to put her on speakerphone, so you can hear. But I don't want either of you to speak. Understand?"

Sondra nodded and said, "Yes, Sir."

My Dad dialed our house and Mom picked up.

"Puppy, where are you? I haven't heard from Bobby yet, and I'm getting anxious," she said.

"I'm almost home, Marjorie. And I've seen Bobby. He is fine. He will be home soon too."

Mom asked, "Did he have a good time with our submissive slut Sally? Is she coming over again with him?"

"Sally is on a date with a nice gentleman she recently met," Dad informed her.

"That's impossible. Sally is scared to death of dating."

"People can change, Marjorie, especially with the encouragement of a Dominant. Listen, Vixen, I'm almost home. But I need you to be ready for me when I get there."

My mother's tone of voice changed. She said, "Yes, Foxxy? What do you need?"

"I need you naked, now, Bitch. Take off whatever you are wearing and throw it in the corner."

"But I'm in the kitchen, Foxxy, Sir."

"Now, slut! Don't make me repeat myself."

We could hear mom set down the phone. And then rustle with her clothing. She got back on the phone. "I'm down to bra and panties," she said.

"Is that naked, whore?" Dad's voice sounded irritated and stern. 

"No, Sir." She set down the phone again, and in a few seconds came back on and said, "Naked, Sir."

"Good. Get the crop, the cat-o-nine-tails, the comfort-cuffs, and then get the chin-up bar from the basement."

"Andrew, what is this about? Do you and Bobby have some sort of game planned out?"

"This isn't a game, subbie. When I get home, I'm going chain you to the bar and crosshatch your ass with the crop and whip." My father's voice was unwavering.

Mom began to object. "Red, I am your Mistress--," but Dad cut her off.

"Not anymore, you little whore. When I get home, you will be on your knees, calling me, Master, or you will not like the consequences, Vixen."

"Andrew, what is this about?"

"Call me Foxxy, Sir, or Master."

"I'm the Mistress, Red," my mother argued.

"I've given that idea the Red Card, Vixen," Dad said, "I am the Master now. And I'm about three minutes from the house. You need the crop, whip, cuffs and bar ready. Or just get out my suitcase, and I will find someplace else to stay tonight."

"Is this about Jillian, Andrew?"

"No. I've turned onto Main Street. I'm two minutes away, Slut. Be ready!"

"Is this about Sally? What did she tell you, Andrew?"

"We will talk about Sally and all your other secrets after I've softened up your ass, you fucking Vixen slut."

"Andrew, I can explain."

"One minute, whore! Whip, crop, cuffs, and bar. And you had better be on your knees eager to suck my cock when I walk in the door. Say, 'Yes, Master'."

There was a long pause. Then Mom said, "Yes, Master." And Dad hung up the phone. 

Dad blinked. There were tears in his eyes.

"I'm very proud of you, Red," I said, "that was very forceful and commanding."

My father wiped at his eyes. "It all scares me, Daddy."

Sondra touched his shoulder and asked, "What scares you, Foxxy?"

"I got hard, just imagining punishing my wife. Beating her. I don't want to be like Nick. I don't want to get off on causing other people pain."

"Dad, you commanded Mom to be naked. Just imagining Mom naked can get me hard. And you are Dominating one of the sexiest women on the planet. That could excite any man."

Dad pulled into the driveway and opened up the garage with the remote. "That's another thing that worries me. I'm not very practiced at Dominating Marjorie. I've done it. But this time, I plan to discipline her severely. If she objects, if she even takes a commanding tone with me, I'm afraid I will buckle, and just be back to worshiping at her feet."

"That's simple, Red," Sondra said, "Just don't give her a chance to take a commanding tone with you. Go in there, forceful and commanding, and the first thing you do is insist on Blue taking a ball-gag or bit in her mouth."

Dad pulled into the garage and I unbuckled my belt. "I've got our ball gag in my bag, Dad." I leaned over the seat, and reached into my sports bag, which I had stuffed with bondage gear and sex toys. "Here, take this blindfold too. That way, she can't even direct you with her eyes. And once she is blindfolded and gagged, her head will start taking her right into subspace."

Dad looked confused. "Subspace, Bobby?"

"It's that frame of mind of submission, where you have let everything go to your Master. Where your will is no longer your own. It's almost like a hypnotic, trance-like state. You can guide a sub into subspace with a long session of bondage and gentle teasing and caresses, or you can press someone into subspace with pain, discipline and humiliation."

Dad nodded. "OK. I know what you mean. I've been there. And that's the frame of mind I'm going to put Marjorie into." Dad looked at Sondra and me. "Mistress? Master? I would like you two to stay out here in the car for a bit. Probably for fifteen minutes. Maybe a half hour. An hour at the most. This is something that I feel I have to do on my own."

"We can keep ourselves busy," I said.

Sondra said, "Red, you plan to handcuff her to a bar, with her arms over her head. Have something she can kneel on, or brace her knees against as you whip her. I've seen subs have their legs go out from under them as they were being disciplined like that and dislocate their shoulders."

Dad looked scared. "Oh, no. Thank you, Mistress Sunny. I will do that."

"Dad, you will have Mom gagged and blindfolded. If she holds up one finger on both hands, that is the Yellow Card, and you will need to rethink what you are doing and tone it down. If she holds up two fingers on both hands, that's the Red Card. And everything stops. Understand, Red?"

"I understand. But if Marjorie Red Cards this punishment, or denies me her submission, I will be packing a bag and spending the night somewhere else."

Sondra grabbed my Dad's arm and pulled him close. She kissed him on the lips, quickly but passionately. "Red, you are my subbie. I own you now."

"Yes, Mistress Sunny."

"Marjorie loves you. I know this. She has talked about you. She is very proud of you, Red."

"I--I love her too. But, I won't have her catting about, fucking anyone she pleases. She's my wife!"

"I understand, Foxxy. But, Blue is going to be my submissive too. And I want what is best for my submissives. So I will be working at keeping you two together and making your marriage stronger. That said, if you feel you need to leave the house and separate from Marjorie and Bobby temporarily, you are always welcome at my place. Sophie and Terri will probably be staying at my place tonight. But Terri will love to get another chance at having you service her. She's an eager Mistress. And who knows, maybe even Sophie would fuck you. That's up to her."

"Thank you, Sondra. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that," Dad said. And he opened the car door. He looked at us both. "I'm going to unlock the trunk. If you two decide to fuck out here in the car, Bobby, get out a towel. I don't want you messing up the upholstery."

I chuckled. "Dad is very protective of his Cadillac. It's his baby," I whispered to Sondra. 

"I heard that," Dad said, as he got out of the car with the gag and blindfold in hand. He unlocked the trunk. "I will call you or text you, when you can come in. Hopefully it won't be too long."

"Dad, leave on the blindfold when we come in. And don't tell Mom who my girlfriend is. I want Sondra to be a surprise. Good luck." 

Dad nodded. He walked to the door from the garage to the house. I could see him steel himself and take a deep breath. Then he opened the door and shouted, "Vixen! I'm home. You had better be naked and on your knees, Slut!" Then he went inside and the door shut.

Sondra turned and kissed me. Our eyes closed, and the kiss lasted a while, but we didn't start taking off each other's clothes. Sondra broke the kiss and said, "This is a big garage. It's larger than my apartment." 

I said, "Dad used to have a workshop space over in the third stall of the garage, but all that got moved to a shed in the backyard when I got my car."

"How long have you lived here?"

"Since before kindergarten. Since I was five. Except, I tried on-campus housing my Freshman year, a few years ago. But I had this crazy, klepto roommate. It was awful. And since I just go to West State here in town, I moved back home. I didn't have to pay rent. And I could focus on my studies better."

"Did living at home make dating harder?"

"A little. But I had a pretty steady girlfriend my sophomore year. She was a film and theater major, and got an internship in Hollywood one summer and decided to stay out there. We weren't serious enough for me to follow her out there, or for us to try to maintain a long distance relationship. Last I heard, she was living with a writer and taking acting lessons." I leaned back against the car door, put my leg up on the seat behind Sunny, and pulled her, so her back was resting against my chest. I couldn't see her face, but my hands could run up and down her body, casually stroking her ribs and breasts. "Then, during my Junior year. I got involved with Blue."

"Did she seduce you, or did you seduce her?"

"We sort of seduced each other. Mom had started exploring her fantasies of bondage, Dominance and submission in Internet Chat rooms. I found out about that while working on her computer one day. Mom's not very computer savvy, and she didn't know anything about clearing her browser history. I was curious as to what Mom was doing. I thought she might be cheating on Dad. So, I created an anonymous screen name, and followed her into one of her chat rooms. We started chatting and flirting and exploring our fantasies together."

"Did she know it was you?"

"Not at first. It took several weeks before we established a bond, and she had committed herself to online submission and training. I think she started to suspect or hope that her online Master was me before I revealed that to her."




The Blue Life Ch. 20: Sunny Gets Blue



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. There is some darker S&M (including piss play) than in previous chapters too. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 19 left off. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are much appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading.

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"No!" My mother shouted and turned her head, as cascades of piss hit her face and ran down her neck and off her tits.

My girlfriend, Sondra was standing over her in the tub and shower. Warm water from the shower was running down my mother's back as she kneeled in the tub. Sondra had been standing in front of my mother, forcing Blue to eat her pussy. Sunny seemed to be enjoying that, and looked like she was even on the edge of orgasm. But then Sondra climbed up, and balanced herself above my mother with her feet on both edges of the tub. Sondra had a leash in one hand, attached to a collar around my mother's neck, and in the other hand she held a chain that was attached to the nipple clips Mom was wearing. And then Sondra just pissed in my Mom's face! 

The shower curtain was pulled back, and my father and I were watching the action. We had laid out towels on the floor, to catch the spray of water. Dad had a hand on my hard cock, and I had a hand on his. But neither of us were really stroking the other. I think we were both afraid that any more stimulation might set us off, and we certainly weren't in any danger of losing our erections.

"You peed on me? What the fuck! You can't do that! Bobby, who the hell is this? Tell her, she can't do that to your mother," my mother demanded.

Sondra yanked on the chain attached to the nipples clips. My mother's nipples painfully extended, and my mother arched her back, trying to relieve the pressure. 

"Shut the fuck up, Bitch!" my girlfriend yelled at my mother, "You are the submissive cow, and I am your fucking Mistress!"

My mother was blindfolded, but moved her head to face Sondra. "But, I've never even met you! I've never even seen you. You can't be my Mistress," my mother complained.

"That's the most exciting part, Blue! Your son is my lover, and he owns me now," my girlfriend replied, and my chest swelled with pride. Sondra is gorgeous, five foot ten of olive skinned, raven haired temptress. Her breasts are smaller than my mother's, a tiny A Cup, versus Mom's fuller C Cup. But, Sondra's tits fit perfectly on her tall, slender, lithe frame. And her areolas form beautiful cones on her tiny mounds, and her nipples extend, mouth-wateringly, almost a half-inch into perfect erotic points. "Your son owns me. I am his girlfriend, his slave, and his concubine. And soon, I hope to be much more. And I have taken your husband and am already his Mistress! In fact, I loved feeling his hot seed gushing into my mouth and down my throat, less than two hours ago."

My mother was blindfolded, and shook her head in disbelief. She turned her head, as if looking for her husband. "Andrew, is this all true?" she asked.

SMACK! Sondra slapped my mother's face. "You will only speak when you are spoken to, Fuck-Toy! And I'm not done with you yet. I have claimed all my Master's submissives as my own. And he has put me in charge of their sexual submissive training." Sondra jerked on the nipple clamp chain and my mother gasped. "So here's Lesson Number One, and I'm only going to explain this once. I am your Mistress now, Blue. You will serve me with the same fervor, ardor and devotion that you serve your son, and your new Master, your husband. And if your Mistress or Masters wants to give you something, you take it like a blessing. You take it as a gift! I don't care if it is a caress or a spanking, an orgasm or a punishment. If I offer you my cunt to eat, you will eat it. And if I cum and squirt, you will try to drink up every last fucking drop of that nectar. And if I choose to spit on you for being such an ignorant Fuck-Cow...", and for good measure, Sondra worked up a glob of spit and spat it on mom's forehead. She continued, "Or if I choose to piss all over your pretty, fucking slut face, you will take that as a blessing and a gift too. Those are the fluids of my body I'm sharing with you. You don't have to drink my piss. But you will not reject my gift either. You will not turn your head, or make a face of disgust. You will open your mouth and taste me. And later, when you have learned how to be a good, little submissive fuck-slut, you will eventually beg your Mistress to piss on you. Am I clear, my little Fuck Cow? Do we continue, Kitten? Or do I leave you now? Because I can just get dressed and walk out of here. But I will warn you, I will take your son and your husband with me, because I'm not done fucking them yet. And you might not see either of them again for several days, maybe more. This is a test of your submission and your faith, Little Blue. You've not seen me. But do you accept me as your Mistress? I will protect you. I will train you. I will love you. And you will be rewarded. But, you must serve me first. Will you submit to your Mistress Sunny, and to all that means?"

I held my breath and my father's cock. I gave it a nervous squeeze. Dad looked at me, his eyes wide with anticipation and excitement. There was no question that Sondra was in control. Dad and I would follow her lead. Technically, I was Sondra's Master, and she was my submissive, but she had taken control of the scene, and I trusted her implicitly, without question, and beyond reason. I hardly knew Sondra. I had just met her yesterday. And here, I just watched her piss in my mother's face! My mother! My lover. My submissive slut. And I not only let my girlfriend piss on her, but it excited me. Maybe I'm sick, but it made me love my girlfriend even more. We all waited on my mother's response.

Mom shook her head, not as a negative, but like she was trying to clear away cobwebs from her brain. I could see tears, streaming down her face, from under the leather blindfold again. My mother finally sneered, "Do you have any more, Mistress? Finish!" Her tone was snide. Blue opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. 

Sondra grabbed Mom's tongue and pinched it. Mom flinched, but she didn't bite and she didn't pull away. Sondra said, "I think you are forgetting who is the Mistress and who is the fucking, little submissive slut in this story, Blue. Your tone needs to change!"

Blue cocked her head and defiantly said, "Yezz, Mizznezz," while Sunny continued to literally hold her tongue.

I thought back to how we had gotten to this point. I had taken my mother's sexual submission months ago. She is my sub, my Kitten, my Baby Girl. And I am her Dominant, her "Daddy." After just a few months, I decided we could not hide our sexual relationship from my father any longer. But when we revealed our new, Dominant and submissive, incestuous family dynamic to Dad, something happened that I didn't expect. Dad became our sexual submissive as well. He also revealed that he had been having an abusive, incestuous relationship with his older brother for longer than I've been alive, since before Mom and Dad met in college. 

Then, this past weekend has just been nuts, mostly in a good way. It's been a whirlwind of sexual discovery. On Friday Night, Dad demonstrated that he has multiple personalities, and that one of his personalities, Jillian, is a woman who has been protecting Dad from the bulk of the sexual abuse from his brother for decades. Jillian is a lovely woman. She is sexy, innocent and naive. She is also my Dad, so my Mom and I both love her. But I'm also deeply sexually attracted to Jillian in ways that I still can't quite fathom. Mom and I decided that to protect Jillian from my Uncle Nick, Dad would have to completely sever ties with Nick. On Saturday, Dad did that. It took some coaxing, and frankly a little torture for Dad to work up the nerve to face Nick. But, Dad seems happier and freer than ever now. Then, later on Saturday, I discovered that Mom had seduced her best friend, Sally Whitehall, and taken her as a sexual submissive. And that set off a bizarre sequence of events. I took Sally as my sub and fucked her with the help of her own teenage daughter, Terri. I also promised Terri that I would take her to her school's Semi-formal Dance, and then take her virginity! And in the middle of all that--as if that weren't amazing enough--I met my girlfriend, Sondra Gutierrez, who I call, Sunny.

Now, Sunny is the most amazing. She's smart, funny, beautiful, mysterious, and sexy. She has a wealth of sexual experience. She used to be Queen of some sort of Underground Sex Scene in our town. Some guys might be intimidated by a woman like Sunny. But I just feel lucky to have found a gorgeous woman who can teach me more about my Sexual Power, and isn't freaked out by my family situation. Sunny has taken on my family and all my submissives as her own. Sunny even convinced me to reconsider and take on the Teen Virgin Temptress, Terri Whitehall as my sub too! I've gone from having two submissive sluts, to owning five, in just two days! That's nuts.

So, after I introduced Sally, Terri, and Dad to Sondra (and that involved more than a bit of wild sex), Dad got the confidence to come home and demand that Mom recognize him as her Master too. It's not that Dad is sexist. It's not like he thinks, "Men must be in control." I think he's actually more content as a submissive, and as Mom's submissive at that. But, even though I'm his sexual Dominant, and our new sexual freedom has probably saved his marriage, Dad still is bitter about the affair Mom and I had behind his back. And, even though I watched Dad fuck Sally Whitehall with gusto, he thinks that Mom should not have kept her affair with Sally a secret. And I agree with him. Mom needs discipline and correction. But, Dad insisted that since he is Marjorie's husband, he should be her Primary, and so she should be disciplined by him first.

Dad drove home and asked that Sondra and I stay in the car in the garage, until he got things sorted out with Mom. Sunny and I got to talking and necking and tearing off each other's clothes in the car. So that by the time Dad texted us to come inside, both of us were practically naked and very excited.

We came into the house through the door that leads to the garage, into a small hallway that has stairs leading down to the basement, and then an opening to the kitchen. Our view was obscured by the refrigerator. But as we turned the corner, we saw Blue. She was naked, and kneeling on a set of Aerobics Steps. There was a towel under her knees to cushion them from the hard plastic. Above her, in the door-frame was a chin-up bar. Dad has a pair of inversion boots that he sometimes uses to do upside-down crunches. Dad has ripped abs, much better than mine. Mom's arms were handcuffed over the bar. Mom was also wearing nipple clamps on a chain. There was a third clamp and chain connected to the set. That one is intended for a submissive's clit, but this chain was strung up over the bar and clipped to itself. This set-up had the clamps passively pulling at my Mom's beautiful nipples. It forced her to arch her back and maintain a very upright posture. The only other things Mom was wearing was a ball gag and red leather blindfold. There were tears streaming down from under the blindfold, running tracks down her face.

I feel guilty now, because my first reaction wasn't concern for my mother. My first reaction was how incredibly sexy I found my Mom's nakedness, complete vulnerability, and even her distress and tears. I didn't want to dry her tears. I just wanted to kneel behind her and ram my cock into her cunt. Mom's long, auburn hair was plastered to her head with her blindfold and sweat. Dad had really given her a workout.

My Dad was still dressed. He had taken off his suit coat and tie. And he had unbuttoned his vest, and the top few buttons of his dress shirt. He was holding a flogger, and appeared visibly upset. He said, "Blue won't say it. She won't admit I'm her Master."

I shook my head. "How can Blue say anything, Red? She's got a ball gag in her mouth."

Dad said, "Blue can put up one finger for Yellow Card. One finger on each hand to indicate a Red Card. And five fingers on one hand, when she's ready to call me Master. But, she's so stubborn. I've disciplined her. I wedged a butt-plug into her ass. She sometimes moans, but she won't hardly acknowledge me. She hasn't given me her submission."

"Dad, you've chained her and beaten her. That seems pretty submissive to me."

Sunny and I walked around to the other side of Blue. My mother's back was lined with angry red welts and bruises. Dad had beaten her far harder than I ever had in our months of S&M play. Dad wasn't playing. 

"Holy shit, Dad," I exclaimed, "What did you do?"

Sunny looked at my Dad. "Have you ever used a crop before, Red?"

"No. I--I--I--," Dad stammered.

"And you thought your first time should be with a gagged subbie? Red, I'm pretty upset with you, right now. Run out to the car and get my bag. Bring it in here, quickly,"

Dad said, "Yes, Mistress," and ran.

Sunny removed the ball gag from Blue's mouth, and asked, "Would you like to see a Doctor, Blue?"

My mother gasped, "Who are you?"

Sunny knelt in front of Blue. Sunny's hands caressed down along Blue's ribs, and then stroked and pressed around her abdomen. "I'm your Mistress, Blue. I can't feel any cracked ribs or damaged organs. But you have some nasty welts and bruises on your ass and back. Take a deep breath. Does that make anything hurt inside?"

"No. But...who are you?" Mom asked.

Sunny tenderly kissed Blue's lips. Mom was still blindfolded and confused. But she obviously appreciated the moment of tenderness. And she tentatively returned Sunny's kisses. 

Dad returned with Sunny's overnight bag. He dropped it next to her. "Here you are, Mistress."

"You're damned lucky, Red." Sunny scowled at Red. "Blue's back looks worse than she actually is. I don't think we need to call for an ambulance this time. Undo her handcuffs and have Blue kneel on hands and knees, with her belly resting on this step." 

Sunny dug in her bag and pulled out a tube of "DermaCream," and a small jar with a black lid. Dad took off the handcuffs, and Blue groaned as she shifted position and got down on all fours. 

Sunny touched Blue's hair. "Blue-Kitten, are you allergic to any herbs or medicines?"

Mom was still blindfolded, but she tried to turn her head to answer the question. "No. No allergies."

"Have you had any pain medications today? Any ibuprofen?"

Mom, sounding confused, said, "Uh. No."

Sunny handed the jar to my Dad. "Mix two heaping tablespoons of this in with Orange Juice, or some other kind of juice, if you have it; cold water if you don't."

"We have cranberry juice."

"Perfect. I want a tall glass. No ice. And stir it up just before Blue drinks it. It won't all dissolve, so you have to make sure it's all suspended in the drink."

Blue asked, "Can I take off my blindfold?"

Sunny shook her head. And I said, "No, Baby Girl. Your Daddy says, just relax and let us take care of you."

Sunny handed me the DermaCream. She asked, "Have you ever used this before?" I shook my head, no. "Work it in from outside of the welt toward the center. Be gentle. You don't need to massage it into the skin, just dab and lightly rub it on. Start on her thighs, and work your way up to her upper back. Cover every welt and bruise. This will take away some of the sting and reduce a bit of the swelling. There's a pigment in the ointment that can help conceal the bruises and welts too." 

Dad stirred a large glass of cranberry juice. It had some sort of brown stuff mixed in. He got down on his knees and offered it to Blue's lips.

Mom complained, "Can I take off this blindfold now, please?"

Dad touched her cheek. "No, my little vixen. The blindfold stays on. Now, drink."

Blue took a sip and made a face. "It's bitter."

"Mix it up again," Sunny said, "And Blue-Kitten, you just need to drink it quickly."

I asked, "What is that stuff?"

"It's my own Aftercare Concoction. It's an analgesic. There's also a muscle relaxant in there. Something for the swelling. And then there's some antioxidants, vitamins and herbs to speed healing too. It tastes better in a smoothie with wheatgrass and yogurt. Kitten, I know it tastes nasty. But it will help you start feeling better in just ten or fifteen minutes." Sunny looked at Red and her eyes narrowed. She pointed. "You! Pick up the flogger, paddle, and crop and lead me to your bedroom. We need to have a quick lesson in the administration of punishment." Sunny kissed me, and her tongue found its way into my mouth. She casually caressed my hard cock and whispered, "I love you, Daddy. And I love our Kittens. You take care of Blue. And I'll take care of Red."

I knelt down behind Blue and started working in the DermaCream. At first, she was flinching and groaning with pain as I touched her. But as I worked higher, her groans took on the lower growling tones of desire. She started grinding her ass back onto my cock. The butt-plug in her ass would sometimes painfully rub up against my cock. I thought about pulling her butt-plug out and just replacing it with my cock. After about ten minutes, the DermaCream and whatever Sunny made Blue drink seemed to quiet the pain of Blue's welts. The redness and swelling visibly reduced. And I felt like I was less nursing her wounds and more pleasurably caressing the skin of Blue's back, and thighs, and ass.

Mom said, "Master, I need your cock."

I said, "Call me, Daddy, Baby Girl. Red is your Master now."

Mom made a noise of disapproval in her chest, but just said, "Daddy, I need your cock."

I took my cock in my hand and began to tease my mother's pussy lips with it. She was very wet. I was quite tempted to just thrust my cock deep inside her and slap my pelvis up against her tortured ass. 

"Your cock, Daddy. Your cock! I don't care if it hurts. I need your cock inside me," Mom insisted.

Just then, Sondra came back into the room, leading my Dad by his stiff cock. Dad was stark naked now, except for a black silicone cock-ring, around his cock and balls, and a larger black butt-plug in his ass!

Sunny was naked too. She carried with her a white collar and leash. Sunny said, "It looks like our Blue Kitten is feeling much better. Having her beg for Daddy's cock is a very good sign." Sunny buckled the collar around Blue's neck. "I think a nice, warm shower would feel good right now, Blue-Kitten. It will help us relax. Why don't you lead your Mistress to the shower."

"Can I take off my blindfold?"

Sunny simple said, "No, Kitten."

"Well, then, can I stand?"

"No. Fuck-cows who have been beaten by their Master and are begging for their Daddy's cock need to crawl on all fours."

"How am I supposed to do that? I'm blindfolded!" Mom's tone was snarky.

Sunny reached down and picked up the dangling chain attached to Blue's nipple clamps. She jerked the chain, and Mom squealed. Mistress Sunny said, "I suggest you do that quickly and carefully. And you will just have to trust that your Mistress will guide you and keep you from running into anything and injuring yourself." Mom is only an inch shorter than Sunny, about 5'9" tall. And she probably outweighs Sunny by at least 20, maybe 30 pounds. Mom's not fat. She just has a very curvy, swimsuit model type figure. Where Sunny has a long, lean, fashion model figure. But with Mom collared and leashed, blindfolded, and on her hands and knees; Sunny seemed to tower over her, completely dominating her.

They turned and made their way out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom.




The Blue Life Ch. 21: Fucking Red



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. There is more male/male bisexual activity in this chapter than in previous chapters too. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character is 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 20 left off. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are much appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading.

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My father led my mother into their bedroom with a leash attached to the collar around her neck. He said, "Climb up on the bed, Blue Vixen. I'm going to be needing your ass in a second." 

Mom climbed up on the bed, and got on her hands and knees. Her auburn hair was still wet from the shower. I guess she didn't want to get on her back, since her ass, thighs and back were still sore from the whipping Dad had given her with the crop and paddle. Dad hadn't known what he was doing. Mom's going to have some bruises tomorrow. Mom looked over her shoulder. I could see the excitement and lust in her eyes. But there was also a level of fear or nervousness. Mom had just met my girlfriend, Sondra, for the first time a few minutes ago. And Sondra had informed Mom that she was going to act as Mom's Mistress too. Mom's sexual and submissive training would intensify under Sondra's expert guidance.

My Dad looked to Sondra. "Mistress Sunny, would you please get on your knees in front of me and suck my cock. Show my wife how hard and slick you can make this cock, because I going to press it up my beautiful wife's ass in about two minutes."

Sondra looked at me, and I nodded. She briefly kissed my lips and whispered, "I love you, Daddy. And I love our family." Then she went and knelt in front of my Dad. She said, "I would love to suck and ready your gorgeous cock, Sir" Then, she began to suck Dad's cock, while stroking the base of his shaft with one hand. Her other hand cupped and fondled his balls. 

Dad groaned, "Arrah! So good! Don't make me shoot, Mistress. Please. I will need that in a bit." Dad looked at me. "Bobby, I need you to ready your mother. Pull that butt plug out of her ass, but make sure she stays stretched, open and ready for my cock. Because I'm going to butt fuck our lovely Vixen Bitch." Then to my mother, "Marjorie, did you hear that? My cock is going to slide deep into your darkest hole, Slut!"

My mother bit her lip and nodded. She wasn't used to Dad being this dominant and aggressive. She wasn't used to being so exposed and submissive either, not in front of anyone besides me, and certainly not in front of a stranger like my girlfriend. Mom closed her eyes. Maybe she was imagining the scene that was about to take place. She took a deep breath and said, "All my holes are here for your pleasure, at any time, at your command, Master Red." It was the most submissive thing I had ever heard my mother say to my father. I saw a shudder of excitement or fear move through her body. It made the chain attached to the nipple-clamps and clit clip sway underneath her.

I knelt at Mom's side. I casually pulled down on the chain-of-submission binding Mom's tits to her sex. "Oh fuck!" she screamed, "Ow! Daddy! That hurts!"

"It also sent a jolt of excitement through your body, Blue. I've been reading your body, studying it for months. You're excited to put on a show, getting butt-fucked by your Master and husband, in front of your Son and his new girlfriend."

My mother shook her head. "This...this...this can't be happening. It's like a dream. Bobby. I've fantasized about Ms. Gutierrez for months."

"You can tell me about that later, Blue. For now, I need to work this plug out of your ass. How does your backside feel?" I asked.

"Your father did a number on me. And I know I should be hurting. But, I think that endorphins and adrenaline are kicking in, along with whatever that nasty stuff my Mistress had me drink. I'm feeling pretty good. A little jittery and warm all over. And there are colors at my peripheral vision. But the stinging has gone away. It's just a dull throb and ache now."

"Good," I said as I caressed Mom's perfect, juicy, round ass. Sondra has a flatter butt. Sally Whitehall has a big, fat ass, full and plump. Sally's daughter Terri also has a pretty, big butt too, but hers is filled with muscle, whereas her mother's is soft jelly. My mother's ass is like a bikini model; it has the curves of a sleek sports car, and is built for speed. "Relax, Blue." I reached under her and inserted two fingers into my mother's pussy, so she would have something to focus on other than the butt-plug. She groaned. "Relax, the plug gets pulled out...nnnnnow!" The plug came out with a tiny, wet, slurping pop. Mom's sphincter stayed open a bit, gaping, slowly drawing shut. I didn't want that to happen. I reached beside me. On the nightstand was a bottle of lube with a pump top, like a soft soap bottle. I took the bottle and put the tip of the nozzle in my mother's gaping butt. Then, I pushed the bottle up, instead of the nozzle down, and squirted a generous amount of lube directly into Mom's rectum. 

"Jesus, Bobby! That's cold! What the hell!" Mom complained.

"Sorry, Blue. We'll have to get a bottle warmer for the lube." I squirted a bit more lube around her anal ring. And then I worked a finger inside her butt. Mom wiggled back on the invading finger, welcoming it. I wormed a second finger into my mother's ass. I could feel my two fingers in her pussy too. I pressed the tips of my fingers against each other, through the thin membrane of skin separating her pussy and ass. Then I began to finger fuck Mom. Working both hands, sometimes alternating, sometimes working together. Mom began to pant and gasp, like she was working her way up to an orgasm, so I backed off my pace. I said, "Dad, I think Mom is ready for your cock." I looked over at him. 

Sondra was on her knees, bobbing on my father's cock. The hand that had been cupping his balls was pulling at the huge butt plug in his ass. Dad looked like he was on the edge of cumming. He grabbed Sondra by the hair and pulled her eager mouth off his cock. "That's enough, Slut! I would love to finish down your throat again, but I have my whore-wife to pleasure and command now." Dad climbed up on the bed and lay down on his back. He put his hands behind his head, like he was relaxing on a hammock or something. "Blue, we are going to be doing something a little different. Because I was too rough on your backside, I'm going to let you impale yourself down on my stiff dick, Vixen!"

Mom crawled forward. My fingers in her pussy slipped out, but I kept the two fingers in her ass. I wanted to make sure Blue was stretched and ready to take Dad in her ass. Mom climbed over Dad. She bent down and kissed his lips. She said, "I love you, Master. And I'm ready to take all of your cock inside me."

Red said, "Won't you have to turn around to sit down on my cock?"

"No, Master. Daddy showed me that butt-fucking is even better and more intimate, face to face. I want to look into my lover's eyes when he violates my darkest, nastiest hole. I want you to see the love in my eyes again, Sir, as I commit myself again to being your butt-fucking whore on your throbbing, fucking cock."

My Dad whispered, "Oh, God! Marjorie, that kind of talk could have me cumming before I even get my cock in your ass!"

Mom smiled. "If you cum, Master. I will just have to lick up every drop, get you hard again, and try a second time." Mom looked to Sondra, and said, "Mistress Sunny, will you help steady Master Red's cock and point it at my tiny, tight asshole?"

Sondra picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some into her palm. She jacked my Dad's cock a few times to make sure it was slick. The she pointed it almost straight up and down. She lightly kissed Blue's cheek, saying, "Your Master is ready for you, Blue-Kitten."

"Thank you, Mistress." Blue looked at me. "Son, help your mother ease her tight little pucker down on your father's big, hard dick. Thank you for keeping my tightest hole open and ready for my Master to butt-fuck me, Sir. I love you for that. I love you for sharing me. You're very generous and giving."

I felt my chest swell with pride. I also felt my dick harden and twitch with sexual anticipation. Blue really knows how to talk dirty. I was also caught by how my mother had subtly taken control of the scene from a submissive standpoint. She was telling us all what to do, while making all three of us feel Dominant. That was very sexy, and very clever. 

I guided my mother's ass down toward the tip of Dad's five-and-a-half inch, thin, and uncircumcised cock. Dad kept his pubes shaved as a sign of his submission to me. But that also made his cock look just a little longer too. It was beautiful and impressive. Simply erotic. Dad is lithe and subtlety muscular. He has flat abs and a taut physique, with hardly an ounce of fat. But he's not ripped. As I guided Mom's anal pucker towards the tip of Dad's cock, I slowly drew my fingers back, so that just as my fingers popped out, Mom was easing herself down on Dad's dick.

"Are you ready, my love?" Mom asked, but she didn't wait for an answer. She just eased herself back and onto Red's shaft. Dad groaned, as in one smooth, slow, continuous motion, Mom took Dad all the way to the base of his cock. I could see Dad's hips shift slightly, so he could fuck up into Mom. "Thank you, Master," Blue said, "Thank you for seeing this slut as worthy of your beautiful, foxy, fuck-stick. Thank you for allowing me to welcome you in my ass, Sir."

"I love you so much, Marjorie," Dad said.

Mom passionately kissed Dad, and ground her ass down on his cock. "I love you too, Andrew. And I love being your submissive, butt-fucking Whore!"

"I'm sorry I hurt you earlier, Blue. I didn't mean to beat you that hard."

"I'm going to be sore, Sir. But we are past that now, Master. You disciplined me. And I'm forever here to serve your pleasure. I'm sorry I lied about Sally Whitehall. I should have told you right away. I deserved my punishment," Mom said.

"That's OK, sweetheart," Dad replied, "but it's wonderful to expand our Family. I'm going to love fucking you, Sally, Terri and Mistress Sunny, taking pleasure from all four of my vixen sluts."

Mom stopped her grinding. She looked at me, then at Sunny and then at Dad. "Andrew? Did you just say, 'Terri'? Little Terri Whitehall? Our goddaughter?" There was a look on her face somewhere between shock, disbelief and anger.

Dad grinned, looking like the cat who just ate the canary. He loved springing this surprise on Mom. "Yes, Marjorie. Mistress Terri made me titty-fuck her gorgeous melons. And I came all over her chest, neck and face. She's part of my Vixen Harem now. But, don't worry, I will let you play with her too, Blue."

Mom looked at me. "Bobby! Your father can't be serious! Terri is just a child. Sally would kill your father if she knew."

I laughed. "Mom, Terri is my submissive now too. And Terri and her mother, Sally have become lovers. Sally knows that I will take my pleasure from all my submissives whenever I like, and share my pleasure will all of them as well. Nothing is off limits."

"But, Bobby. She's not even eighteen!"

"She turned eighteen last month, Mom. She's an adult woman now. And she knows exactly what she wants."

"Damn! I forgot her birthday. Andrew, we need to get little Terri a birthday present." Mom shook her head. "She's eighteen? Really? But, I thought Sally said Terri was still a virgin." 

I kissed Mom's cheek. "Terri has had quite a bit of sexual experience already," I said, "But she's never actually fucked a cock with her pussy or ass. Now that I'm her Master, I'm going to be her first."

Mom looked to Sondra. "Your girlfriend is right here, Bobby! How can you say things like that in front of her?"

Sunny laughed, "Robbie is my Master too now. He owns me. And I know my place. I'm his Primary. And I will be in charge of training his submissives for his maximum pleasure. That includes Terri. And that includes you too, Blue. Don't question Daddy anymore about this, or I will make sure to severely correct you later." Sondra looked stern. "Do I make myself clear, Blue-Kitten?"

Blue cast her eyes down. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Then get back to ass-fucking your Master's cock," Sunny ordered.

"Yes, Mistress." Mom resumed her grinding on Dad. She looked into his eyes and said, "Andrew, you're sure about all this?"

Dad shook his head and said, "No." Then he grabbed Mom by the hips and plunged her down onto his shaft. She squealed and groaned. He continued, "But, Marjorie, if I didn't have my cock in your ass, I would be spanking it again. I don't have everything worked out. But I'm looking to Bobby, Sunny and Terri for guidance. And yes, I'm quite sure that you, Terri, Sally and Sunny are all my sweet Vixens now. I will be Dominating you and Sally, and submissive to Mistress Terri and Mistress Sunny, and to Bobby, our Daddy of course. Don't question me about this again, or you will be sleeping on the doggy-bed tonight, down at the foot of the bed. And I would rather sleep cuddled with my wife."

Mom just rolled her head back, saying, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Oh, God, Andrew! Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Please, fuck it hard!"

I looked at Sunny. She crawled up on the bed on the other side of Mom and Dad. She motioned for me to look closely at my mother's chest. Then, she cupped Blue's left tit in her hand. I mirrored her actions with Mom's right breast. Sunny took the nipple clip off Blue's nipple and attached it to Dad! I did the same. Now Red was wearing the nipple clips, but they were still attached to a chain, connected to the clip on Blue's clit! It's was an erotic Rube Goldberg contraption. Sunny began kissing and licking Mom's nipple, drawing it into her mouth, bringing the blood flow back to the tip, and stimulating Blue's tortured nipple to new heights of arousal. Again, I followed my girlfriend's lead, so that the two of us were suckling and kissing Blue's tits from either side. Every once in awhile, we would break from licking my mother's breasts to passionately kiss each other, and then return.

My mother started whipping her head back and forth. She was narrating the action, and in some ways, submissively directing it. She was saying, "Oh, I can't believe it! My Master is filling my ass so good! Andrew! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes, suck my titties! Jesus! That feels so good. Both of you! Both of you! All of you! Oh, fuck! Bite my nipples! Bite them! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Oh, Mistress! My clit! My clit! My clit! My clit! What are you doing to my clit?"

It wasn't hard to tell. Sunny had been rhythmically pulling at the chain attached to the clip on Blue's clit, in time with the pounding Red was giving Blue's ass. Then Sunny took off the clip and was busy masturbating the hell out of my mother's most sensitive spot. At times, Sunny would spit on her fingers, or try to dip her fingers down between Blue's pussy lips, to make sure they were lubed enough.

Blue screamed. "Andrew? Sweetie? Master? Sir? Oh fuck! I'm so close! I'm so close! I don't think I can hold back! Please, Sir? Master? Master, can I cum? Oh, please, can your Baby Slut cum all over your cock! Master? Please? Oh, fuck! I don't think I can hold back. Baby Slut needs this, Master! Please!...Please?"

Dad slowed his fucking. Sunny and I slowed our stimulation. Dad said, "Slut, you have permission to cum in five, four, three, two..." He dragged it out. "One. Cum! Cum now, Vixen! Cum on your Master's cock, Baby Slut! Fuck me hard with your fucking ass, Slut! Give it to me! Give me your pleasure, Marjorie. Give me your love. Make me feel it all through your ass on my cock!" Cum, now, Bitch!"

Sunny and I both bit Mom's nipples and pulled them with our teeth.

Mother screamed. "Aiyyee! Never! Yes! Fuck! Oh! Too much! More! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I love you! Master! Mistress! Oh, Daddy! I love you all!!" Mom turned her head toward me, and she kissed me briefly, but passionately. Then she did the same with Sunny and finally Dad. With Dad, she pressed her body fully down on his. They both sighed. Then Mom said, "Master? Andrew? Is something wrong? You didn't cum?"

Dad smiled. "Marjorie, you and Foxxy made love earlier. Then Mistress Sunny and Daddy swallowed a load of my cum. Later, Mistress Terri had me cum on her beautiful tits. This will be my fourth orgasm today. I think I will have some staying power. Besides, Daddy needs to give me permission to cum too."

"Red, you're going to be begging Mistress Sunny for your orgasm today. I'm going to be focused on other things. Mom, I'm going to be slowly scootching Dad down to the edge of the bed. I want you to move with him, so I don't pull him out of your butt."

"Blue?" Sunny asked, "Do you have a small jelly dong handy?"

"There's a red one, cast from a mold I made of my husband's cock in the bedside table drawer, there." Mom pointed.

"Perfect!" Sandra got the dong out of the drawer. "Now, raise yourself up and back, Blue. That's right. Keep the tip of Red's cock in your ass. Here." Sandra bent the jelly dong and place the tip at the entrance to my mother's pussy. She rested the base against my father's pelvis. "Ease yourself back down on both cocks. Yes! Beautiful, Blue."

"Oh, FUCK! I have to go slow. I've only been sandwich a few times. The first time Bobby and Red and I were together, I had Bobby in my pussy. And that was the first time Andrew took my ass too. Oh, I loved it!"

"That was beautiful, Mom," I said.

My dad teared up, and said, "A whole new world of love and joy opened up for me that night. My whole world turned upside down."

"I'm glad, Red. I love you," I told him.

"I love you too, Daddy." Dad told me, without any irony or sarcasm in his voice.

I pulled my father by his ankles until his ass was at the edge of the bed. "That's sweet, Red. Because we are going to try something new. A little double-penetration."

Blue looked over her shoulder. "But, Sir, my pussy and ass are already filled."

I leaned over my mom and whispered in her ear, "I know Mom, and you look so fucking sexy too." Then in a louder voice I said, "OK, Blue, get situated on Dad's cock, because Sunny and I are going to roll you both so you're on your back and Dad is on top of you."

Red interrupted, "Bobby, I don't think that's a very good idea. Marjorie's back is still sore and..."

"If Mom's back can't take it, you can pull out, and she can watch me fuck your gay ass, Pops. But, I want to fuck you both at the same time, so that as I plunge my cock up your shitter, Mom's gets fucked by your meat-stick wedged in her backdoor."

Mom gasped. "You're really going to fuck your father, Bobby? I thought he made you promise that you wouldn't do that!"

"Mom, that was when Dad thought he had to save his ass for Uncle Nick. But, Uncle Nick is out of the picture permanently, so Dad needs to get his ass filled somewhere else."

Mom winced. "Aren't I enough for you, Andrew? I fuck your ass, Baby Boy."

Dad slipped into talking to Mom like a submissive. "I know you do, Mommy. And I love it. But we both belong to Master Bobby now. And I need to give him everything. Especially if he might be fucking Jillian someday. If my son is going to fuck my ass, I need to be part of that." 

My mother gasped. "Oh Baby Boy, I didn't think. You're right. And it's beautiful that Bobby wants to take your ass while I'm making love with you too. Thank you for making me part of this Master," Mom was looking at me, but caught herself, she looked directly into Red's eyes and kissed him, "And thank you, Daddy Bobby. Thank you for allowing me to witness and be part of Red's submission to you." This business of being submissive to my father wasn't going to last long. Mom called him Baby Boy and Master at the same time. The whole sexual dynamic was getting very muddled.




The Blue Life Ch. 21: Fucking Red



Sunny took over. "Blue-Kitten. sit back as far as you can on Red's cock. That's right, wedge it deep into your fucking butt! Now, pull your knees up next to his chest and hug Red tightly. Good. As we roll you both onto your sides, yes, lock your legs behind his back. Good. Good. That's fine, Master Red. You work that cock in deep. Stroke it a few times. That's so beautiful you two. I wish I had my camera. OK, sweetie, we're going to roll you onto your back. If it hurts too much, you can scream and we'll stop."

Mom said, "My back is just throbbing. It's not really hurting that much."

Sunny said, "It will tomorrow. I will give you some tips for after-care, Kitten."

"Thank you, uhm, Mistress. Can I say that I love you?"

Sondra smiled, "You can, Kitten. And I love you too. But you should know, that's probably the Xtasy talking."

I was flabbergasted. "Sunny? You drugged my mother?"

Sunny smiled at me. "Yes, of course. Kitten, are you seeing color streams? Because there are some powdered psychedelic mushrooms in that brew."

I looked at my mother. Her eyes were dilated wide. She said, "Yes. Everything seems beautiful and perfect, Mistress, especially my pussy and ass. I love having them filled. And Red, you are fucking my butt so good right now!"

My father beamed proudly. "Thank you, my Vixen. You know I love fucking your beautiful ass." And for good measure, Dad stroked his cock in and out a few times.

"Sunny! I don't think you should be drugging my parents!" I couldn't believe that Mom and Dad were taking this so well. They had always told me that they would be severely disappointed in me if I ever did recreational drugs. And here Mom was high on Xtasy and magic mushrooms, and thinking nothing of it. Maybe my mom was too high to know any better. But my father had always been a pretty conservative fellow. What the hell was I thinking! Here I was about to fuck my dad's beautiful, muscular, hairless ass, and I'm thinking of him as conservative! I shook my head and laughed at myself.

"Master," Sunny cast her eyes down at my feet. God, she is so gorgeous. And she knelt in front of me. "I'm sorry you disapprove. I was trying to help your mother in the best way that I knew how." 

"It's all right, Sunny. It just surprised me. I thought you were giving her some sort of herbal remedy. Some sort of painkiller."

"Oh there's lots of stuff in my Bitches Brew, Robbie. It's taken me years to perfect, but that doesn't mean it's perfect. I don't abuse drugs. But I won't not use what is effective simply because it's expensive or technically illegal. But, I'm sorry, Master. You can punish me now or later. But, if you're willing, I would like to prepare your staff of power, so you can take your Bitch-Boi for your Whore."

I was confused. "Prepare my what for what?," I stammered.

Sunny laughed, "Can I suck your cock, Sir. And get it ready to fuck your father's fine ass. Red, you've got a great ass, you must workout."

Dad paused in his slow and steady ass-fucking of mom. He said, "I bike a lot, and practice Aikido. The Aikido is more for my core. The biking is more for aerobics. But it keeps my legs and butt nice, I guess." 

My mother purred, "There's no guessing, Tiger." My dad fucked into her deeply. "Oh, FUCK! I love your cock, Andrew! I always have."

Sunny took my stiff cock in her hand and looked up at me with questioning eyes. I smiled. "Please, proceed, Kitten." And Sunny took my cock to the back of her mouth, took a deep breath, leaned forward and took me into her throat! She did this without gagging. And then she rapidly swallowed, sending ripples of pleasure along my cock. She looked up and me and gave me a lewd wink.

I nearly came.

Sunny could feel my balls tighten, she could feel that I was readying to let loose. So she backed off, grabbed the bottle of lube on the bed and quickly slicked up my cock with both hands. She looked up at me and said, "Ask your Gay-Boi Bitch if he's ever had fuck-meat this nice in his Boi-Pussy, Sir."

I turned and asked, "Are you ready to get fucked, Red?"

"Yes, Daddy. I've been ready for a long time, I think. I was so jealous of you fucking Mommy. And think it's because I've wanted to get fucked by you too. I need your beautiful cock, Sir. I need to be your Kitten and your Whore. Please, Bobby. Please. I'm begging."

Sunny stood up. She slapped Red's ass with a loud SMACK! She shouted, "I don't think you sound ready, Worm! Daddy's cock is so long and hard, and my pussy is aching for some pleasure too. Maybe I'll just lie down on the bed next to you, and you can watch Daddy fuck my pussy, Red." 

"No! Please, don't tease me. Bobby, I'm so gay for you! I need your cock. And your mother would love to feel you fucking me as I fuck up inside of her."

Mom spoke up, "He's right, Sir. I would love that. Fuck your father's ass, Bobby. Fuck him."

"Shut up, Bitch," Sondra shouted. She climbed up on the bed with mom and dad. "Here, I'll give you something to shut you up, lick this pussy, Slut!" And Sondra wedged herself between my mom and dad's faces, and proceeded to smother mom with her sodden cunt. Mom's hands moved to adjust Sondra's thighs. "Fuckin' right. Eat me, Bitch! Your Master is about to get fucked by his son, while you have your ass simultaneously violated. God, I love this freaky family!"

I grabbed the base of the butt plug in dad's ass, and I yanked it out.

My dad bellowed, "Jesus, Bobby! Give me some-"

SMACK! I spanked his left butt cheek. "Beg me for my cock. That was exciting, Red."

"Daddy! Fuck! Bobby! I need your cock in me! Please? Yes, Daddy! Right there! Put it right there. My boy-pussy wants only your cock."

I looked down at my father's hairless ass. It was round and perfect. His back is slender. From my angle, he might have been a woman! But I knew he wasn't. This was a man. This was my father, and I was about to fuck him in the ass. I had been toying with the idea for weeks. But it had always seemed exciting more in theory than in practice. But here I was, about to fuck him. My mother wanted me to do it. I could tell my girlfriend wanted this to happen. My father was literally begging me to fuck him, saying that he's secretly wanted my cock for months, maybe years. But did I want this?

The head of my cock popped past my father's sphincter without me thinking about it. I thought I heard dad groan in pleasure, then I realized, it was me. "So tight. So good."

"I'm ready for you, Daddy. I love you. Fuck my gay-boi ass-pussy. Really give it to me, Sir. Oh FUCK! Slower, Daddy. Let me get used to it. I've never had a real cock this deep before. Yes! Fuck. Thank you, Bobby. Oh God, I love you so much. I want to give you every bit of me."

"Shut up, Red," I said. "Eat your Mistresses ass, while your wife eats her pussy. I'm concentrating back here." I had worked about half my cock inside. Then, I drew back until just the head was still penetrating. Then, I plunged in deeply. 

The first person to moan was my mother. Maybe that was because my thrust had made my dad's cock go even deeper into her ass. Maybe my thrust had put more weight onto mom's tortured backside. Maybe it was because mom had realized that her son had his cock buried balls deep in her husband's tight asshole. For whatever reason, mom's groan set off a groan from Sunny, and then Dad, and then me, as I pistoned my cock in and out.

Dad shouted, "Oh, Daddy, there's jizz squirting out of my cock, but I'm not cumming yet. But I'm close. Can I come now, Sir?"

Sunny piped in, "That's because your son's cock is milking your prostate, Foxxy! When you cum, it will be gallons. Daddy, I'm on the edge too. May I cum on your mother's face, Sir?"

"Mmmfffmmph! Mmm! Omm-pllft," my mother said around a mouthful of pussy.

Sunny laughed. "I think your slut-mommy is already cumming again, Sir. Oh fuck. Please, Sir! You're either going to have to give me permission to cum, or punish me later. I'm edging so hard right now."

My father screamed, "Daddy, please. Blue's ass is squeezing my cock so hard, and your fucking me. I need to cum."

I said, "We all get to cum in thee-two-Oh, Christ! So much for my control. I'm cumming! FUCK! Red. Sunny, cum. Cum with me! Everyone, let's cum together. I love you all!" I blasted a huge load of cum deep into my father's rectum. Sweat dripped into my eyes and stung. My lower back ached from thrusting so hard. My thighs and calves burned, because I had to squat a bit to get at Dad's ass. It was not the most comfortable position to be having sex in, but it was a huge, four-way orgasm between my mom and dad, and me and my girlfriend. And I still could not believe, this was still just our FIRST DATE!

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I cuddled with my new girlfriend, Sondra Gutierrez, in my bed. I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. She was in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She had taken out her contact lenses and put on these really nerdy horned rimmed glasses. It was strange. Sondra is this tall, dark, willowy Latina beauty. Seriously, she has this perfect, slender frame, and perky A-cup titties with the most sexy, long, hard nipples. And all of that was covered up by a bulky gray sweatshirt and sweatpants. Her deep brown eyes were behind glasses that should have been too big for her face. They made her look like a software engineer or Insurance Adjuster. Except the whole effect was making me horny as hell. It was like my Superhero Girlfriend had this mild-mannered Secret Identity too, one that I found just as hot as her sexy alter-ego!

I was studying math. I had to go over this chapter in Applied Theoretical Topography before the next day. This was especially important, because I would be missing half the lecture on the topic, so if I didn't grasp the material now, I was going to be really struggling by Wednesday.

Sondra also had brought a book, a sci-fi mystery romance, "Digital Moons." 

Sunny snuggled into the crook of my arm. My fingers absentmindedly, casually toyed with her nipple through her sweatshirt. She shuddered a little and sighed, "That's distracting. I thought you had to study."

"Sorry," I said, and pulled my hard cock out of the fly of my boxers. Sondra had gotten me excited.

"Robbie, your cock is hard as steel again. Isn't that thing going to distract you from your studies?"

"No. I sometimes like studying while masturbating. I have this theory that it engages more of my senses in the act of studying. It makes me really have to focus past my body and connect with the concepts."

"Bullshit," she said.

"You don't have to believe me. It's how I sometimes study."

"Well, would you like some help with that monster, Daddy?"

I smiled. "What is your plan?"

"Well, Master, I could suck you off. Your cock looks very tasty," Sunny suggested.

"That would be too distracting. Besides, you're too good at that." I gave an exaggerated frown. "I would cum too fast. And I want to stay hard until I finish studying this chapter."

Sondra covered my hand with hers and we began masturbatingf my cock together. "And how long will it take you to finish studying this chapter?" She asked.

I flipped through some pages. "I'm guessing a half hour, maybe twenty minutes, if I can focus."

Sunny grinned, leaned down and flicked the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. "And that would be too distracting?"

My cock twitched and I laughed, "Yes, Kitten. Too distracting."

Sondra scrunched up her face. "Well, I don't want to just just jack your cock for thirty minutes. My hand will cramp and my book is just heating up."

"What's happening in, what is that?" I looked at the title, "Digital Moons:a Misty Detroit Thriller?" I asked.

"Interplanetary Detective, Misty Detroit is about to fuck a Cyborg Jovian Atmosphere Miner," she explained.

"Yes, well we have to be physically and cybernetically enhanced to withstand the crushing pressures of Jupiter, as we mine the atmosphere for rare compounds found nowhere else in the solar system," I said.

"You've read this book?" she asked. I hadn't. But I had read the back cover while Sunny was in the bathroom.

I adopted a character voice. What do Jovians sound like? Turns out they have deep voices and a bad Liverpool accent. "I've lived it, Misty Detroit, And if you want what I know, you're going to slip a condom onto this monster, Jovian cyber-cock, slide your pussy down, and ride me. I've been too long in space. And it's been far too lonely a mining expedition."

"You really want me to fuck you now, Robbie?" Sunny took off her glasses and whipped her hair behind her ears. She started to shimmy out of her sweatpants. 

"Wait," I commanded, " Call me by my character's name in the book."

"Yes, Joltan."

"And do you like these sweatpants?" I noticed a small hole at crotch.

"They are my oldest, most comfy, and most favorite, sweetheart" Sandy said.

I set down my book. I reached and put my index fingers from both hands inside a worn hole at the crotch and gently ripped the seam to make it bigger. "We are either going to make a memory that will make you love these sweatpants even more, or I will sew up this rip later, and your sweatpants will be better than before."

"You know how to sew?" She seemed impressed.

"It was a Merit Badge," I explained,." I can stitch by hand or with a machine. I have some trouble with pinning patterns. But minor repairs are a breeze."

"You can sew from a pattern too." 

"I usually have my mom help pinning patterns. And I haven't done anything from a pattern in a couple years."

"God, Joltan! That is so sexy! Now, I really want to fuck your gigantic Jovian cock!"

I laughed, as she put her glasses back on and got out a super-studded condom and rolled it onto my cock. This thing had a flower of quarter inch nubs at the head and then was rippled and spiked down the sides. It made my cock look alien. "Where did you get this condom?"

"I get them wholesale from a specialty dealer in Japan. They're silicone. I used to give them out as prizes and party favors at orgies in my other life. And I could often convince a man who didn't want to wear a condom to wear something extreme, as long as I would emphasize that it was for my pleasure."

"And is it?"

"Oh, it really feels different. Good. Not better. Just unique. And I thought, since I'm going to be fucking an alien cock. Why not! Glasses on or off, Joltan."

"Definitely on, Ms. Detroit, since we will both be reading."

"Really?"

"I want you to read the sexier passages of your book out loud," I said.

"Won't that distract you from your studies?"

"We can only hope."

She got out her book. Set it down on the bed. Climbed on top of me, reverse-cowgirl style, so she was facing my feet. With one hand, she opened up the split in her sweatpants. The other hand guided my cock to her moist cunt. She slowly worked the studded flower inside herself. "Oh FUCK, Joltan! I can feel the electric heat of your fucking cyber-cock!"

"Earth women are so wet and tight compared to Jovian whores. You feel magnificent." I tried to effect a deep, rumbling, Jovian chuckle. 

Sunny picked up her book and read aloud, "Misty slowly eased herself down on the mighty, alien fuck-meat. 'It's been too long for us both, Joltan,' she sighed."

I went back to studying. Forcing myself to focus past the pleasures in my cock and onto the text of my book was difficult at first. But soon, I got into a zone, where the theoretical concepts seemed to flower in my mind. The excitement of that translated into invigorated thrusts. 

Sunny read aloud passages from her book for awhile. Then, set down her book to concentrate on her pleasure. She ad-libbed lines for Misty Detroit to say. Finally, she reached inside her sweatpants and began to stroke her clit. I could feel her getting close as I finished the chapter in my book. It had been a slow, grinding, twenty-five minutes. 

I snapped my book closed. The sound of it jolted Sunny out of a trance-like reverie she had put herself in. I pushed her forward, off of my cock and onto her hands and knees. "Enough, Earthling Slut."

"But Joltan, I was so close to my peak."

I yanked her sweatpants down to her knees and pushed her head down into the mattress. "You're too slow, Woman! It's it time for Joltan to piston my pleasure out of your tight, alien cunt!"

"Yes, Joltan," she sighed.

I spanked her ass. "Call me Master, Miss Detroit. Because I'm going to dominate your Earth-pussy, Kitten."

"Yes, Master. Fuck me, Joltan! Pound me with that cybernetic rod between your legs. Fuck me like no other man in the Galaxy can!" 

I didn't kneel. I just crouched behind her, spreading my legs wide. I thrust into her hard, my pelvis slapping against her ass! Sunny groaned. I hissed, "Yes!"

"Harder, Joltan! Fuck me harder!"

"No Earth Woman needs to tell a Jovian to fuck harder," I bellowed. I began rapidly jerking my hips. My hands grabbed at Sunny's pelvis. I pulled her up off the bed to meet my thrusts.

"Oh, Fuck! FUCK! Master! Joltan! Robbie, I'm so close. Can I cum?"

"You can't stop yourself, Kitten. Cum on my fucking cyber-cock. I'm going to fill your womb with my seed, Misty Detroit. And we will see if Jovians and Humans can crossbreed."

"Oh, fuck! Joltan! Make me pregnant! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming, Master! Robbie, it's so good. So intense. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, here's another one. I love you so much."

That did it for me. My cock jerked inside it's silicone sheath, and I emptied my balls inside my woman. "I love you, Baby Girl. Sunny, I love you too. Gyahh!" I collapsed onto her back and my cock slipped out.

"Holy fuck, Master. Are you always this creative and...and...tiring...and wonderful?"

"I'm just lucky and very inspired, Kitten. You are amazing. It's nearly one in the morning. And we have a big day tomorrow." I pulled the condom off my cock.

"Don't tie the end, Robbie. These silicone ones are expensive, and I can wash this one out, even in the dishwasher, and re-roll it. I'm a kinky girl on a budget." She took the condom from me. "Wow. You came quite a bit, Mr. Big Balls."

"Like I said, I was inspired." 

Sunny leaned down, took my cock in her mouth and submissively cleaned me with her tongue. Then she took the condom down the hall and rinsed it out in the bathroom sink. I followed her and said, "We need to get you back to your work in the morning, where I can pick up my car. Then, I've got a Lit Class in the morning. And later, I will be ducking out of Math to pick you up around one o'clock?"

"One thirty is fine. Our appointment is for two, and Dr. Shapiro's Clinic isn't far my shop."

"I will text everyone to meet us Dr. Shapiro's at one thirty. He may have forms we need to fill out, and we'll need to go over a few things with each other."

Sunny hugged me and kissed me. "Like what, Daddy?"

"How I'm going to manage a polyamorous relationship with several families. We're going to have to set up a training schedule with you and Mom for everyone. You will be doing submission and sex training. Mom will be in charge of our physical work outs. Then, we'll need to have a dating schedule, and maybe a sleep schedule. Plus, I can't let my studies slip."

"That sounds like a lot of work, Robbie."

"I just don't want to lose my focus. You are my priority now, Sunny. It's just that this whole cornucopia of sex and pussy has opened up for me."

"It can be overwhelming to a noob," Sunny agreed.

"And I'm a real noob. I went from just having my Mom and Dad as subs to you, Sally and Terri. Then there's all the others."

"Others, Robbie? You want more?"

"Yes and no. There's Jillian to consider. And Sophie is on a date with Terri. Sally is out with Bookstore Brownie. My Dad wants us to seduce his mother."

"Really, your Grandmother? How old is she?"




The Blue Life Ch. 21: Fucking Red



"I don't know, near seventy, I guess. It's a fantasy of my Dad's. I want to see if we can make that come true. Plus, Gio and Marta offered themselves to us."

"I don't think so, Robbie. Marta is very exclusive and protective with Gio."

"Marta was very serious. And your Minister, Pastor Black, she wants you too," I told her.

"She is happily married. And it's been a long time since I've licked Betty Black's pussy." Sunny got a far away look in her eyes, like she was remembering something particularly pleasant.

"See? I told you!"

"That was three years ago," Sunny recalled, "at Pastor Black's wedding. There was champagne and a mirror-ball involved, and a reunion of Lesbian Seminary Sorority Sisters. Clifton was out of town. We were all celebrating. And I was sowing some wild oats." 

"An orgy of Lesbian Seminarians. Let me wrap my head around that," I chuckled, "I think that needs a moment to percolate in my imagination."

Sunny playfully slugged my arm. "There were only four of us, no five, but one left early. It was more sweet than kinky. OK. It got pretty kinky too. But that was later on."

"So why didn't you ever have a round two?" I asked.

"Betty hates Clifton. She didn't approve of our relationship at all. Turns out, she was right. Clifton never wanted me to have sex without him watching or directly involved, directing the action. I thought that was love. It was just his ego and control. Then, I got sick. Clifton flaked and bailed. My life turned upside down. And I thought things were just getting settled, that I had turned a new leaf. Then, you showed up in my life yesterday. I guess, day before yesterday now."

I climbed up on the bed and lay on my back. I reached and switched off the light. As soon as it was dark, my voice dropped to a whisper. "Sunny, I am proud to be your Master. And I'm delighted to own you. But really, it's no more than you own my heart. I want us to guide and take pleasure from our subs together. I don't need to observe or control your every sexual impulse. I trust you. I just don't want any secrets between the two of us. There will be a lifetime with my parents. I don't know how long things can last with Sally and Terri. But I never want to hold you back, or crush your spirit."

"We all love you, Daddy. You're the one that has made this all happen." She lay down next to me with her head on my chest. With one hand, she reassuringly cupped my limp cock and balls through my boxers. 

"It's like a dream, Sunny," I sighed and fell asleep.



The Blue Life Ch. 22: Nurse Stockton



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character is 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 21 left off. Thanks to John and Jake for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into the plot in future chapters.

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We all met at Dr. Shapiro's Office at 1:30 on Monday afternoon there were some forms to be filled out. But since we were paying for the Twilight Special (a physical exam with an emphasis on STD testing) with cash, we didn't have to mess with Insurance Paperwork. There were other forms relating to drug allergies and medical history. And there was a standard HIPAA Compliance Form. 

Doctor Shapiro's nurse was a lovely woman who looked to be in her mid-30's. She wore a retro-styled nurses uniform. It was a white dress, cut a little short to show a lot of her long, shapely legs. She also wore white stockings. I could just see the tops of them when she walked. But I couldn't tell if they were held up by a garter belt or not. She was busty, but not like Terri and Sally. Probably a full D-cup. And instead of sensible nurse's shoes, she had on patent white, peep-toe pumps with at least a three inch heel. The whole outfit was topped off with a classic, Perma-Starch white hat, with a thin, red stripe, pinned to platinum blonde hair. She looked like the epitome of the "Hello Nurse" from Vaudeville! She actually wore a nameplate that read, "Hello, I'm NURSE STOCKTON." She was stunning, but looked bored and aloof. My dad couldn't keep his eyes off her.

I said, "Thank you for coming today, especially on such short notice. You've all made a pledge of submission to me. And I'm very grateful to you all and very excited by the possibilities that represents for us all. I love you all, and I want our sexual adventures together to be as fulfilling and as safe as possible. To that end, we are all going to get tested for STDs and have brief physical exams today. After we all test clean, we can begin having sex with each other without condoms, providing we are also using some other form of birth control. The rule is, none of us will have sex outside of our...what do we call ourselves...a clan, our extended family, our group?"

"Your stable of sexy sluts, Sir," Sunny chimed in, smiling.

I grinned with a certain feeling of pride and excitement when she said that, and continued, "Anyway, we will promise not to have sex without a condom with people who have not been tested for Sexually Transmitted Infections. And everyone inside our pact will be checked for diseases. We can't just take people's words on this. I will want to see proof. Paperwork. AIDS is forever. And I love you all too much to risk your health just for the thrill of sex in the moment with a stranger. Also, no sex with minors. All our partners will be at least eighteen. And no BDSM play until everyone is certain of the safe words. I should not have to say this, but consent is mandatory. Now, I want us to go around the circle and tell each other on how you came to this group and maybe update us on what has happened in the last few days, since our group expanded. We'll start with Sunny."

Sunny was dressed in a black wraparound skirt and a forest green button down shirt. She had on a necklace of black stone beads. She gave me a brief kiss. "Hi. I'm Sondra Gutierrez. Robbie and I just started dating just yesterday. But I knew, even before we made love and he took me for the first time that Robbie was my Man and my Master, and that I wanted to be owned by him forever. I'm that serious about this relationship. I'm going to be Robbie's Primary, his mistress, and someday, maybe even his wife. So, I'm going to be your Mistress too. My word is Law, unless Robbie countermands me. I will be in charge of your training in submission and sexual pleasure. There will be times when that training will be painful and difficult. But we all want to be our best for Daddy's pleasure. I love you all as individuals. And I'm very excited to begin this journey with you all. I have quite a bit of experience with Dominance and submission and the kinkier sides of sex. So, I'm going to enjoy having you serve me, and especially having us all serve Robbie. Last night, Robbie and I made love with Blue and Red. Robbie fucked Red's ass and it was such a beautiful scene to be a part of. Blue was severely disciplined by Red as well. But then she was gloriously rewarded by her new Master, Red. And I hope she is eager to continue her training with me. Blue is going to be in charge of our physical training. She will be setting up individual exercise and fitness goals for each of us. Blue?"

My mother had on a tight, pencil-line, jeans skirt and a white blouse. She wore a cut, amber-colored, topaz teardrop necklace, and silver-rings for bracelets. She had on white, lace-flower stockings. I knew there was a white garter belt and white panties underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her nipples were hard with excitement. She said, "I'm Marjorie McMillan. But, you can call me, Blue, that's the name my Sir gave me. I'm Andrew's wife and Bobby's mother. I became Bobby's first submissive slut about nine months ago. We carried on an affair behind my husband's back until about three months ago. Then, we revealed our relationship, and Bobby took Andrew into submissive training as well. Last night, Andrew graduated to another level of relationship when he offered Bobby his ass in submission, and our son took it. I was so pleased and proud for them both. I began an affair with my best friend Sally a little over a month ago. I began training her as my submissive slut, and it was my plan to present her as a gift to my Master." Mom looked over at Sally, whose eyes were wide with surprise. "Yes. I think that was always my plan, Sally. But those plans went awry when Bobby took Sally as a pet for submissive training, and he discovered my secret affair with Sally before I could tell him. I was severely reprimanded by my new Master, Red, my husband Andrew. I look forward to serving my Primary Master, Red; our Daddy, Bobby; and our new Mistress Sunny. And I hope Sally will continue to let me train and guide her as her Mistress." 

Sally blushed, smiled and nodded.

My mother conspicuously didn't mention her eighteen year old goddaughter, Terri, Sally's daughter. Maybe Mom didn't know if she would be submissive to Terri or act as her Domme. 

Nurse Stockton entered the waiting room. She walked over to the front door and locked it. She turned a sign to read, "CLOSED," in the door window. And then pulled a blind over the window on the door. She turned to us and said, "Doctor Shapiro has told me you are his last appointment of the day. To expedite your appointments, Doctor Shapiro would like you all to undress in the waiting room. I will then call you in one at a time to the exam room, where the Doctor and I will conduct your exams. I've turned on a space heater in the room to keep you cozy. And I can get anyone a blanket or dressing gown that might need one." Nurse Stockton looked stone-faced, like this wasn't an unusual request at all.

I motioned to a security camera in the corner, and then looked to Sunny.

Sunny coughed, and said a bit nervously. "I'm sorry. I should have mentioned, Dr. Shapiro is a sweetheart, but he's also a bit of a horn-dog, and a Dirty Old Man. He sometimes likes to play head games. Robbie's pointed out that there is a security camera in the corner, and I have no doubt that Dr. Shapiro is monitoring it right now. We can just leave, but it would take us a while to set up similar appointments with some other doctor. Also, the Twilight Special is a battery of tests and exams that Dr. Shapiro does at below cost. It's a good deal. But Eugene Shapiro is probably hoping we will all get a little horny before going in for our exams. You can think of it as a fetish. And this is a power play by him."

I asked, "Has this ever happened before when you've had an exam here?"

Sunny answered, "No. But this doesn't surprise me. Like I said, we can leave." 

Sally stood up and spoke up, "He's a doctor, and he's going to see us naked anyway. It's kind of naughty and exciting. What's the harm?" She began unbuttoning her blue blouse. 

I looked to Nurse Stockton. "Miss Stockton-"

"It's Mrs. Stockton," she corrected me.

"I'm sorry, Nurse Stockton. Please tell Dr. Shapiro that we will be going into the exam room in pairs, just to expedite the process."

Nurse Stockton smiled. "I will do that."

Sunny chimed in, "And please tell Eugene to undress as well. I would feel...," Sunny paused. "More comfortable that way."

Nurse Stockton's smile turned into a toothy grin. She really has a remarkably lovely face. Perfectly balanced features. Almost too perfect. Dr. Shapiro is a Plastic Surgeon. I began to wonder how much work Nurse Stockton might have had done. She said, "I will tell the Doctor you said that, Ms. Gutierrez. Will you see him if he is dressed?"

Terri stood up and shook her head. "No. We will all leave. Isn't that right?" She looked around at us all.

My Dad supported her, "Yes, Mistress Terri, whatever you say."

Terri walked towards Nurse Stockton. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform, even though she had been kicked off the squad a few weeks ago. She had her hair dyed in almost the same royal-blue shade as her school colors. And it was shaved on one side in a half-mohawk. She looked fierce. She looked at my Dad, she looked at me, then she looked at Nurse Stockton. Terri crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the base of her school sweater (Go, Blue Jackets!), and pulled it up over her head, revealing her large tits, jiggling in her black bra. Terri said, "And I would also feel more comfortable if you would undress too, Mrs. Stockton."

Nurse Stockton laughed like it was the funniest thing she had heard all week. She pointed at Terri and said, "I like you, Chippy."

"My name's, Terri."

Nurse Stockton took a few steps closer to Terri. "Nice to meet you, Terri. I'm Nancy," Nurse Stockton said, "And I think we are going to be good friends." She was looking right at Terri when she said this. Then she slowly unbuttoned her dress, one button at a time, down the front, and shrugged it off her shoulders onto the floor. She bent over and picked it up, and I got a great view of her perfect ass, in a simple, full coverage, brazilian cut panty, high on the thigh and with a small triangle in front, but fully covering her shapely butt in back. She also wore a simple, white bra, cupping her generous breasts, one where the shoulder straps criss-crossed in the back, and a plain white garter belt, holding up her plain white stockings. My dad whistled through his teeth, and my mom slugged his shoulder. Nancy winked at my father. Then she said, "Just the dress. The rest stays on. Eugene does not pay me enough for more than that! I wouldn't do this much, except I like you, and you made me laugh, Terri." She then turned and walked out. Her three inch spiked heels made her hips sway and her ass jiggle with a hypnotic jelly-bounce.

Terri tossed her sweater onto a chair in the corner and walked over to stand in front of my Dad in her black bra, her cheerleader's skirt, knee-high socks and athletic shoes. She said, "Puppy, help me off with my bra."

"Yes, Little Mistress," my Dad said. He undid the hooks on the back of her bra, freeing Terri's magnificent, over-sized breasts. And Terri tossed her bra over by her sweater. She gave my father a little peck on lips. Then, she turned and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of my Dad's chair with her back to him.

Terri said, "Rub my shoulders, Red Puppy. Your Mistress is feeling a little nervous." 

My Dad said, "Yes, Mistress," and began rubbing the topless teens shoulders. Terri relaxed, sighed and leaned back against my father's legs. 

Mom started unbuttoning her top too. She was sitting right next to Dad, so Terri couldn't see the daggers Blue was staring into the back of her goddaughter's head.

I asked Terri, "So, how did your date with Sophie go."

Terri shrugged. "Maybe that's one reason why I'm so tense. It started out better than it ended. Sophie ordered delivery and opened a bottle of wine. But, I don't drink. It's not just because I'm underage. But, well drinking would have gotten me kicked off the Cheer Squad. And even though the Cheer Squad kicked me off the team anyway, I still act like I'm a member of the Squad, so I still don't drink. Anyway, we ate dinner. And, like, Sophie polished off the whole bottle by herself. I think she was nervous. She kept trying to be funny. She didn't have to be, because I sort of like her. Anyway, like, we ended up talking on Sondra's bed. And then we were kissing and feeling each other up.. And then, I tore off Sophie's clothes and ate her pussy, because she's sexy as fuck and I thought that was what she wanted. But then, after she came, she thought she was going to fuck me with a strap-on. But she got all weepy-drunk instead. She was crying about this girl, Darlene.."

Sunny interjected, "That's my cousin, Darla. Sophie used to have a thing for her."

"There's no used to about it. She's still whipped bad. And so she was crying and I was sort of, like, holding her and stuff. Trying to be comforting. But then she got sick in a wastepaper basket. And she was really embarrassed about that. But she was too wasted to clean it up. So, I cleaned it up. Don't worry, Mistress. And Sophie just passed out. And I sort of cleaned her up too and, like, covered her up. And then, I went home because it just started to feel really weird. Y'know?"

I said, "You just left Sophie there, alone?"

"I wrote her a note about how I would see her at work today. And that I had a good time, and that she was a great girl. But that maybe we shouldn't date until she got over Darlene. I thought she had said Darlene. Anyway, it was a learning experience. Not entirely unpleasant. But I wouldn't want to repeat it, if it were to end in the same way."

Mom and Mrs. Whitehall had both gotten topless. And Mrs. Whitehall had come over to listen to her daughter's story. Mom ended up taking off her jeans dress and sitting cross-legged next to Terri, with Sally rubbing her shoulders. Mom was down to just a pair of blue thong panties. You could see the bruises on Mom's lower back and ass from the beating Dad had given her the night before. But nobody said anything about them.

Dad said, "Before the exams start. I need to ask the ladies something. It's sort of embarrassing but it's been bothering me for a few hours."

Sunny said, "Go ahead, Red."

Dad went on, "Well, Marjorie and I saw a lawyer this morning."

Sally turned to Dad and said, "You two are doing all right? All this hasn't put a strain on your marriage?"

Mom said, "It wasn't a Divorce Lawyer, Sally. We were getting a restraining order put on a certain nameless asshole."

"Who is named, my brother, Nick," Dad added. "We don't have to have secrets. Nick and I have had an abusive relationship for decades. But that has stopped. I finally found the strength and support to end it. And that's thanks to all of you: Bobby, Sally, Sunny, My Little Mistress, and especially my Wife, I've never been happier than this moment."

Terri turned and kissed Dad's knee. Sally, her mother, leaned over and kissed Dad's cheek. I patted Dad on the back and Mom squeezed his thigh.

Sunny said, "So what's troubling you, Red?"

Dad sighed and began his story, "Well, the stuff at the Lawyers got me all tense. So when Marjorie dropped me off at work, I thought I might relax a little before getting down to my emails. One way I have of relaxing at work is... you know, I have this...I guess you would call it a fetish...a fetish for smelling womens panties. I used to borrow Marjorie's out of the hamper and bring them to work. Then I would sniff them and, you know...do things with them. I like the feel of them against my penis...when I masturbate."

"That seems like perfectly harmless fun to me, Master Red," Sally said, "I thought you might do that with my panties when I gave them to you."

Terri looked up at her mother and smiled. "I gave Red Puppy a pair of my panties too." 

Dad laughed nervously. "Thank you, ladies. You really don't know how touched I am by your gifts. But...well, Bobby had commanded Marjorie to go without panties for months as a symbol of her submission and readiness to sexually please him. And so, for months, I haven't had any panties to smell at work or, you know, to masturbate with. And I think that's made me tense at work recently."

"I'm sorry, Dad," I said, "I didn't know."

Mom said, "I had suspicions about your hobby, Dear. But, I really hadn't given it much thought. From now on, I will make sure you are well supplied."

"Thank you, Blue. So, today, I was in heaven. I had a pair of Marjorie's panties, a pair from Sally, AND a pair from my Little Mistress. I was going to smell them all. And, frankly, I was going to use them to pleasure myself. And then, I was going to take a photo of my release for Terri, because she said I should do that too."

My mother turned to Terri, "Now see here, young lady. Andrew can't be sending lewd pictures from his phone! That could get him in trouble!"

"Pipe down, Blue," Dad barked at Mom. His attitude toward Mom had made a radical shift in just a day. "I'm your Master and Terri is my Mistress. With some luck, she will agree to be your Mistress too."

Mom sputtered, "Well, I-I-I..."

Dad cut her off. "Quiet, Vixen. That is between me and my Mistress. Not another word, or I will spank you here in the Doctor's office. Not..another...word."

Mom looked really angry, but not at Dad, but at her goddaughter, Terri. Mom simply said, "Yes, Master."

Dad went on, "So, I built a false bottom into one of my desk drawers many years ago. That is where I keep the panties during the day, so that they don't fall out of my briefcase with a client present. It's my secret place. And nobody knows about it. At least, I didn't think anybody knew about it. Ladies?" Dad looked around. "Bobby?" 

"This is the first I've heard about it, Dad."

Dad sighed. "That's too bad. You see. I went to put my stash of panties in there today, and I found this." Dad pulled a pair of red lace panties out of his jacket pocket. He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a folded, yellow Post-It Note. The note read, "For YOU to RELAX!" And it had a smiley face and a heart drawn on the bottom.

I whistled low. "Wow. OK. So, were they worn? Are they, like, dirty?"

Dad closed his eyes and smelled the gusset of the panties. "Yes. But not by Sally, Terri, nor Marjorie. I've compared the scents. Mistress Sunny? These aren't yours?"

Sondra smiled and shook her head. "No, Red. I don't know who they belong to."

"It looks like my Puppy has a secret admirer," Terri sang teasingly.

Dad shook his head and frowned. "This is so strange. It means somebody else knows my secret."

"Could it be your secretary, Stephanie?" Mom asked. 

"I don't see how. I don't think so. Stephanie Bahl has been my personal assistant for more than a decade. But things have always been strictly professional between us. Besides, she's quitting. She put in her notice last week. She's only working until the end of the month."

Mom said, "Oh no. I've always liked Mrs. Bahl. Why is she leaving?"

"She and her husband are divorcing. So she's going to move in with her sister in Florida." 

"What a shame!" Mom said.

"I bet it's her," said Terri. "I bet she's had a crush on you for years, Puppy. And this is her way of expressing it before she leaves. Besides, it's not like you can fire her now, she's already quit! Is she pretty?"




The Blue Life Ch. 22: Nurse Stockton



"Who, Mrs. Bahl? Yes. In a bookish sort of way. She's older than I am, and she wears glasses."

"Glasses can be very sexy, Dad," I said and I nudged Sunny sitting next to me. She actually blushed a little, and started helping me off with my tie and shirt. I don't know why I felt like I had to wear a tie. Mom always made me dress up whenever I went to Doctors for a checkup as a kid. Maybe she thought that if I looked serious and respectful, the Doctor would be less likely to find something wrong with her Son. 

"Come on, Andrew," Mom said, "what about that time she came to the company picnic in that orange sundress and sun hat and those big sunglasses. You told her she looked just like Jackie Onassis!"

"Oh, I remember that picnic. Her husband was being a jerk. He kept telling me that I was grilling the hamburgers the wrong way. Then, when Stephanie said they were the best tasting hamburgers she had ever eaten, he stormed off to the car like she had kicked him in the nuts and sulked behind the wheel for a half hour, while Stephanie said her goodbyes to everyone. We hadn't even started the Volleyball Match."

"I remember that Company Picnic, Dad! That was three years ago. Mom and I were on a team that won the Volleyball Championship that year. I've still got the trophy in my closet. You're right, Mom. Mrs. Bahl looked hot that day, but she has darker skin than Jackie Onassis."

"Bobby!" My Dad was flustered. "I believe Mrs. Bahl is Creole. Her family lived in Louisiana. She told me there's French, Spanish, African, and Native American in her family tree." 

Terri turned around and slid her hands along Dad's slacks, up his thighs. "Have you ever fantasized about Mrs. Bahl, Puppy?"

"She works for me, Terri. She's a very respectable woman." Dad started blushing and seemed very flustered.

"That's not an answer, Red. That's an evasion. Don't lie to your Mistress. Have you ever thought about balling Ms. Bahl?" Terri slid her hands up Dad's thighs toward his crotch. 

"Mistress, please. Not here," Dad said to Terri. He looked to me for help, but I wanted to know where this was going.

"Then answer the questions, Red." Terri was undoing Dad's belt.

"Yes. Of course," Dad blurted, "she's a beautiful woman. And I have a very active imagination. But that doesn't mean I would ever do anything!"

"But that doesn't mean you shouldn't, Puppy," Terri said, "You could have any woman you want now. You should know that Mr. McMillan. You're super-sexy! And you already have four sexy women, and a hunk of a son eager to make all your fantasies come true." Dad swallowed hard and loosened his tie. 

Sally began mimicking what Sondra was doing with me, and she began unbuttoning Dad's shirt. "It's true, Andrew. You are a very sexy man, Master Red. And I'm proud to be one of your vixens, Sir," Sally said.

"Thank you, Sally. I'm just a very, very lucky Man to have found a wife as beautiful, sexy, loving, and understanding as Blue. You four vixens and Bobby are more than enough for me." Mom smiled broadly at that. I think she was jealous of the attention Terri was demanding from Dad. Dad tried to change the subject. He turned to Mrs. Whitehall and asked, "And how did your date with Mr. Browne go last night, Sally?"

"Let me show you, Master." Sally stood up and walked to the center of the room. She turned her back to us and unzipped her black dress from behind. Her dress fell to the floor. 

She was wearing her black stockings and garter belt, and a black thong over that. Her normally chunkier looking legs seemed longer and leaner for some reason. And her large ass seemed perkier. I didn't get it at first. But then Sally started to strut, just a few steps away from her dress on the floor. Terri quickly leaned forward and tossed it aside. Then, Sally pivoted with a quick turn on her toes, like a runway model. She struck a pose. Bam! One hand on her hip, the other high in the air. That's when I caught what part of the difference was, she was wearing black, strappy shoes, with at least a three and a half inch heel! 

My Dad whistled, even louder than he did for Nurse Stockton. Terri applauded. I shouted, "Well, all right! I love the pumps, Pussycat!" 

It was amazing. Sally had been so mousey and self-conscious about her weight and her looks just forty-eight hours ago. And here she was, just oozing sex appeal, and positively shining with bravado. It made me feel very good to be her Master.

Sally came and stood right in front of me. She said, "I have a surprise for you, Master. I hope you like it." She hooked her thumbs in her panties and lowered them to her knees, exposing her pussy. "I hope you like."

I inhaled sharply. There was a strong chemical smell. And I was genuinely surprised. Sally had dyed her pussy hair Cherry-Red. It was lovely, and a far bolder statement than I had expected from her. I reached out and touched her pubic hair. The dye job had left it coarse and wiry. 

"I love it, Pussycat." I leaned forward and kissed Sally's distended clit. She shuddered. "But there's a strong chemical smell, and your pussy hair isn't as soft," I said, and almost immediately regretted it. Sally's face fell.

Sunny said, "Stop by my shop after work, Sally. I have a hot oil treatment that will neutralize the smell, soften the hair, and add a beautiful luster to your beautiful pubic hair, Pussycat."

Sally brightened.

I quickly added, "And the fiery color of your pussy, and those fuck-me heels have me so turned on, Baby Girl. I'm debating putting you on your back and mounting you right here in the waiting room." I was trying to make up for my boorish criticism.

Sally brightened even more. "Daddy, you wouldn't!" She blushed crimson, but smiled broadly.

"You certainly tempt me, Pussycat," I said, "Now, tell me about your date."

"Oh, it was wonderful, Daddy," Sally said, sitting down. "Denny is such a perfect gentleman. We went to dinner. And then, I did just what Mistress Sondra said to do. I casually complained about my feet hurting. So Dennis rubbed my feet. I could tell that got him excited. And he touched and massaged the bottoms of my feet in a way that had me melting. Anyway, he took me shoe shopping and he bought me two pairs of shoes. These are so expensive! But they really fit great. After that, we drove around for a little while, until he drove me home. I said that I didn't think it was right inviting him inside on our first date, but I implied I might do that sometime down the road. So he kissed me goodnight, but that turned into an extended make-out session in the car."

"Was he respectful?" Terri asked her mother.

"Oh, his hands sometimes went to my knee, and he tried to push my dress up. But I slapped his hand and said that was a No-Fly-Zone. And he laughed. He's got a nice laugh. Then, I let him unbutton my blouse some, and he played with my breasts over my bra. My breasts are very sensitive, and he has a very nice touch. I got very excited, and when he pinched my nipple through my bra, I came. It wasn't a huge orgasm. But it was pretty obvious."

"What did he think of that?" my mother asked.

"Oh he was pretty proud of himself. And he asked me if I would return the favor."

"Did you?" I asked.

"I could have. He was hard in his pants. But I didn't. I wanted to leave him wanting more. So I asked him how many times he had already masturbated himself to orgasm fantasizing about me. I was pretty sure he had. Denny thinks I'm voluptuous. And he said four times already. So, I told him that he was already three orgasms ahead of me in our relationship."

"Did you tell him about all of us?" Terri asked.

"I didn't want to scare him off. So I didn't tell him that my daughter was my Mistress. But he saw me kissing Mistress Sondra. And I told him I was her Sex Kitten and I belonged to her Master too. He had some questions about that, but I demurred. I gave him my old shoes as a memento. I told him he could touch them and smell them, and that he could even touch himself, but that his next orgasm belonged to me. And I would either allow him to pleasure himself with me watching, or I might assist, depending on how well our next date goes. He said, 'I've never had a Mistress before,' and I told him that he didn't have one yet. But that I would take that as a promise that his next orgasm belonged to me. And he told me that the idea was very exciting, but he would have trouble not masturbating. I said, 'You can masturbate, but you're not allowed to cum. Not without me, not without permission.' He said, 'How will you know?' And I told him that I would ask him and because he would never lie to me, he would tell me the truth. He agreed with that. Then he walked me to the door and gave me a kiss that made me want to get on my knees and suck his cock right there. But I didn't, I was mostly a good girl, Daddy."

My fingers traced up Sally's thighs. It was different, being sexual with one of my subs with such a large audience. But that made it more exciting. She spread her legs and put her hands behind her back, like a soldier "At Ease." I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs. Sally was very excited, telling us all about last night's adventure, and being exposed in a Doctor's waiting room. I looked her in the eye. "Mostly?" I said.

"Well, when he kissed me like that," Sally sighed, "I really grabbed his cock through his pants. His cock is very thick, Daddy."

"It's almost like a coke can," Sunny said, matter-of-factly, "Thick, but not too long. You'll need to be very excited or stretched to take him inside you. And he doesn't last long, and gets very sleepy after cumming, almost narcoleptic. So, I would get your orgasm first, before you let him fuck you."

Sally turned, she looked a bit jealous. "You-you've fucked Denny, Mistress?"

"No. But I've seen him at parties. And I've heard gossip," said Sunny. 

"Should I worry about him, Mistress?" asked Sally.

"I wouldn't let you date him if I didn't think he was a nice man, Pussycat," Sunny explained, "He's got a thing for feet. So if you enjoy that, that's step one. And he's a bit of a hippy nerd, but you know that already, and I think you like that. You say he's a really good kisser and he's got a nice touch. That's great, Sweetie. I just think that you shouldn't put him up on a pedestal. Make sure he meets your needs, before you start meeting his. Let him know who is boss."

"And that's me! I'm the boss!" Sally exclaimed with the realization that someone was going to be submissive to her. I slipped two fingers into Sally's pussy and put pressure on her G-spot. "Oh, fuck! Daddy! Bobby! What! Oh my! No! Oh, Daddy. That's you, Sir!" Sally laughed, "You are the boss, Master. I won't forget."

Terri laughed out loud, and that sent a chuckle through everyone.

I leaned forward and licked just above Sally's oversized clitoris. Her huge nipples hardened. "Oh, Bobby. Sir. Nurse Stockton could come back at any moment."

Terri got up and stood behind her mother. She reached around and hefted Sally's huge, muskmelon sized breasts in her hands. "And does that scare you or excite you, Mom? I bet your clit would like some attention now."

Sally said, "Shh. Terri. Don't talk like that in public."

Sunny pulled Terri off of Sally and took her face in her hands. "Kitten, Sally is right. You two need to be more cautious in public. Doctor Shapiro and maybe Nurse Stockton are probably watching right now. But, I don't think this surveillance system has sound." Terri looked up and saw the surveillance camera inside a clear plastic bubble on the ceiling in the corner. Sunny leaned down and kissed Terri's lips. Terri responded to Sunny's kiss by pulling at the older woman's clothes, trying to get her naked.  

Mom turned to Dad and said, "Master, can I help get you undressed?" Dad stood and kissed my Mom as passionately as Sunny and Terri were kissing. Then he silently nodded and Mom started unbuckling Dad's belt.

I stood and Sally started helping me off with my clothes. She said, "Daddy, I'm so horny. I've had years worth of pent up frustration. And it's like you've opened the floodgates. I just want all the sex, all the time now."

I held her tightly. Her breasts mashed up against my abs and lower chest. "Are you still worked up from Bookman Browne last night, Pussycat?"

"Oh, no, Daddy. When I got home, Terri wasn't there yet. So, I went to bed and read the porn novel Denny gave me. I fucked myself with a dildo and put my magic wand on my clit and tits. And I came four times before I shut off the light and went to bed."

"Four times, Pussycat?"

"I wanted to catch up with Dennis. And like I said, Daddy, you've opened the floodgates. Everything has changed. I just feel so sexy now!" Sally eased my boxers off and licked her lips when she saw my full, hard erection. She fisted it. "Daddy, you have the most beautiful cock. There is a spot at the back of my throat that is lonely for your cock right now. May I, please?"

I was about to say yes, and ask her if she would rather I stand or sit, when Nurse Stockton came back in. She obviously had not been watching the scene unfold on the video surveillance camera, because she looked more than a little taken aback by how sexual things had gotten in her waiting room. Mom and Dad were sitting next to each other, completely naked, and Mom was masturbating Dad's cock with the black panties she had just taken off. Sunny was naked, her clothes piled around her feet. Terri was topless, but still wearing her Cheer Squad pleated skirt, knee-high socks and athletic shoes. Terri and Sunny were passionately kissing, silently swaying to music only they could hear. And Sally was in her heels, garter and stockings holding onto my hard cock.

Nurse Stockton coughed and made an uncomfortable choking noise in the back of her throat. "Excuse me. Doctor Shapiro will see the first two patients."

I looked around the group.

Sally said, "I need to go first. I'm sorry. But I have to get back to the Office. There's a big project that's being presented at a meeting on Friday."

"You don't have to make excuses, Sally," I said, "We understand. Who would you like to go in with you?"

Sally bit her lip and thought. Then she said, "Mistress Blue? I think I'd feel safest and most comfortable if you were there to guide me and have my back. Please?"

Mom sat up and her chest swelled proudly. I think she was honored to be chosen over Sally's other Masters and Mistresses. Mom turned to Dad and asked, "Is it alright if Sally and I tease Dr. Shapiro a bit, Master Red?"

Dad said, "I think that would be fine, Blue. That would please me, Vixen." And Dad lightly kissed Mom on the lips.

Sunny spoke up. "You can tease him. Put on a little show if you want. But be kind. Eugene is sensitive about his small penis."

Sally said, "Size isn't as important as flavor." And all the girls laughed at that.

Nurse Stockton kept looking at Terri with a confused expression on her face, like she couldn't quite comprehend the scene in front of her. I have to admit, it was pretty wild. Finally she shook her head from it's daze and led Mom and Sally out the door toward an exam room.

Sunny picked up her clothes from the floor and tossed my Dad her panties. "Here, Master Red. You should add these to your collection."

Dad caught them and smelled them before he caught himself and blushed. "Oh, Mistress Sunny. This is just too much."

Sunny sat down next to him and proceeded to continue doing what Mom had been doing, masturbating Red with her panties. "Does this feel good, Master Red?"

"Heavenly, Mistress. It's funny, last week I had been frustrated because it had been so long since I had smelled my wife's panties or masturbated with them. Now, women are just giving me their panties left and right. Do you think this red pair is from my personal assistant, Mrs. Bahl?"

"I could probably tell if I met her, even casually, Red," Sunny bragged, "I'm pretty good at reading people. Your Son is the exception. I can't read him. Or at least I didn't trust what I saw at first."

Dad looked at me. "Bobby is an exceptional Man," he said. I winked at Dad.

"Well, don't be surprised if you have Nurse Stockton's panties to add to your collection before the day is over," Sunny predicted.

As if on cue, Nurse Stockton peeked her head back in the door. She said, "Terri, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked.

Terri shrugged and followed her out the door into the hallway. I wanted to know what was going on, so before the door completely closed all the way, I put my foot against it and kept it open about four inches. There was a mirror on the hallway wall. I could see Terri and Nurse Stockton about eight feet down the hall in the reflection. And I could pick up on most of what they were saying. Nurse Stockton had her back to the door, and Terri didn't notice the door was ajar. 

Terri asked, "What do you need, Nancy?"

Nurse Stockton was nervous. "I-I wanted to show you something. And-and ask you some questions."

Terri crossed her arms. "What do you want to show me?"

"This." Nurse Stockton reached for the front closure of her bra and opened it, showing Terri her breasts. I couldn't see what Terri was seeing. But Terri's reaction was very positive. "See? I have nipple rings too. They're blue metal, just like yours."

Terri smiled. "Oh, your breasts are lovely! I debated getting rings. But my piercer said I should start out with barbells, because you can twist them and train your piercings faster that way. Your breasts are really nice too."

Nancy blushed. "Thank you. I'm working at shrinking the scars. How did you get yours to go away?"

"What?" Terri was obviously confused.

"See, the half-moon here and here, right along the line of the areole?" the nurse asked. "The scars are a lot thinner and less white than they used to be. I've been working on that with some creams and oils. But that's where Dr. Shapiro has inserted my enhancements. Did Dr. Shapiro go in, underneath your breasts for yours? He said he doesn't like that method. That the scars are more concealed, but he thinks they are more prone to infection and complications too."

"No, Nancy. This is my first time seeing Dr. Shapiro."

"So who did your tits? They're a work of art! May I?" Nancy tentatively reached forward. 

Terri said, "Go ahead. You can feel them."

"God! These are perfect. This is what I'm working towards. Holy fuck! Terri! These are your natural tits! Jesus Christ, there's nothing in there except flesh! Holy shit, girl! God has blessed you."

Terri laughed. "It would be nice if boys looked me in the eyes more often."

"Here, feel mine," Nancy said. "My last Boob Job I didn't go up a size, but I replaced my old bags with Natura-Elites. You don't want to know how much those cost."

Terri cupped Nurse Nancy's breasts and explored them. "Your breasts feel nice. I don't think I would notice much difference, unless I had seen the scars or you told me to feel for something different. I love your tattoo." I couldn't see the tattoo from my angle.

"The tattoo helps conceal one of the scars," Nurse Nancy explained.

"And your jewelry," Terri continued, "Are your nipples still sensitive? Do you still like having them caressed? Or pinched?" Nurse Nancy flinched as Terri said this. And I imagined how the young teen was teasing Nurse Nancy's nipples. "Oh, you do! I love the way your nipples fill up your rings when you're excited, Mrs. Stockton."

"Please, call me 'Nancy,'" she said, a little nervously.

"OK, Nancy." Nancy started to put her bra back on. Terri stopped her. "No, don't put your bra back on. Your breasts are beautiful. And it makes me happy to see them. And we're friends now, and friends enjoy seeing each other happy."

"I'd like to be your friend, Terri. And maybe you could do me a big favor."

"What sort of favor?" Terri asked.




The Blue Life Ch. 22: Nurse Stockton



Nancy looked down and shuffled her feet, before saying, "Your group. Is it like a Sex-Cult or something?"

Terri laughed. "I don't think so. We don't have any strange rituals. At least, they haven't taught them to me."

"Oh, I thought you were their leader." 

Again, Terri giggled. "Really? Me? That's so sweet. No. My Master and Mistress are the leaders, I guess."

"But you called that cute older one your 'Puppy." I thought that meant you were his Mistress, and that made you the Leader."

"Oh, he's my Puppy, and I'm his Mistress. That's true. We're more like a Sex Club, or a polyamorous, pansexual, polygamous family, if you want to think of it that way. I've been giving it some thought. Except it's not that formal. We're not, like, all married to each other and stuff. Like I said, there haven't been any ceremonies yet."

"You all seem so beautiful and so confident," Nancy gushed.

"I wish I was as beautiful and confident as you, Nancy," Terri said, "Didn't you see how my Puppy's eyes nearly bugged out of his head every time you walked in the room."

"I bet he gives you that look too," Nancy said. "And you haven't had surgeries to get there."

"How many surgeries have you had?"

"If you count all the procedures, I don't know. Hundreds maybe. Fillers and botox and lipo. I've had to go under for surgery at least a dozen times. Maybe fifteen."

Terri looked concerned. "Were you in some sort of terrible accident?"

"No," Nancy said, "I just have to be perfect."

Terri laughed, "You're kidding, right?' Then she looked again, "Oh, sweetie. You're not kidding." Terri hugged Nancy. "Nobody needs to be perfect. We just need to find people who can appreciate who we are." Nancy's shoulders were moving like she was softly sobbing. 

"I shouldn't be crying like this. You're a client." Nancy pushed Terri back and wiped at her eyes.

Terri got up on tiptoes and kissed Nancy's cheek. "It's OK. We're friends now. Remember?"

Nancy shook her head. "I'm probably older than your mother."

"I doubt that. My mother is thirty-eight."

"I'm fifty-two," Nancy said.

Terri's look incredulous and scanned Nancy up and down again. "No shit? You don't look thirty-six! Wow! You go girl!"

Nancy seemed to perk up. "Thank you. That's sweet of you to say. OK. So, you are like a Swinger. Right? Can I call you a Swinger?"

"I don't think anybody under the age of fifty uses the word Swinger anymore, Nancy."

Nancy laughed at that. "I'm such an old lady! But, this is what I wanted to ask you. My husband is even older than me. And he has trouble...well, performing...if you know what I mean. Especially in the last few years."

"Sounds like a candidate for Viagra," Terri joked.

"He won't do that. He says it's unnatural. But he likes younger women. That's the main reason I get the procedures, to stay young for him."

"You shouldn't have to do that."

"But he wants me to. And things go better between us when I can please him."

"I think I'm getting a picture of what this guy is like," Terri scowled.

"He used to get hard watching porn. But that doesn't work as much now. Then, we would go watch strip shows together. And my husband would get lap-dances and stuff. And that worked for a while. But then he had me hire a stripper to do a private show in our home. And that worked the best for him in a long time."

Terri shrugged and waved her hands. "I'm not a stripper, Nancy. I wouldn't know where I would start."

"You could just wear this outfit and do some cheers. And then strip naked, and maybe masturbate in front of him," Nancy suggested.

"Do you want me to have sex with your husband?" Terri asked.

"No! Never! He might want to have sex with you. But I don't want that. Is that alright?"

"What a weird question! He's your husband. And I don't want to have sex with him, Nancy! Of course it"s alright! Terri sounded exasperated.

Just then there was a muffled scream from one of the exam rooms. Nurse Stockton said, "I had better check on that. She left Terri, went to one of the exam rooms and poked just her head inside. When she came back, I noticed she had closed her bra again. She smiled and said, "It was nothing serious."

"What was that?" Terri asked.

"I really shouldn't say what happens in an exam room. You can ask them later if you like."

"If you don't want me walking into that exam room right now, you will tell me what that scream was right now," Terri insisted.

Nancy was blushing. I could see clearly, because Terri and Nancy had switched places. Terri had her back to the door and Nurse Nancy was now facing me. "I think one of the ladies had an orgasm during her breast exam. I think the other woman was...hrrm...helping her be excited by kissing her...and not on her face. If you know what I mean."

"Oh, it was the Woman with the tits bigger than mine on the table."

"Yes. How did you know?"

"And the other gorgeous one was eating her pussy. I bet Dr. Shapiro was loving that."

"Yes, I think so," Nancy giggled, "But Dr. Shapiro had his back to me. But he was stripped all the way down to his boxers. I've never seen him like that. He's always been very professional."

Terri reached for the bra clasp between the nurse's breasts. She said, "Nancy, I thought we agreed, you won't be wearing your bra anymore today." Terri undid the bra and slipped it off Nancy's shoulders. Nancy's breasts were perfect. Symmetrical. Large. Through each of her medium sized nipples there was a blue ring with a blue metal bead at the bottom. Over her left breast was as tattoo of a heart that completely covered her areole. 

Nancy stammered, "I-I-I couldn't just go into the exam room with my tits hanging out!"

"Yes, you can. I want you to march right back to that exam room. Go inside this time, and ask Dr. Shapiro if it's fine for you to be naked, since everyone else is."

Nancy covered her breasts with one arm. "Fine. Hand me my bra and I'll go ask him."

"Dr. Shapiro has seen your titties dozens of times, Nancy. And you don't have anything those other ladies haven't seen." Terri paused, not handing back Nancy's bra. "Do it," she ordered. I was impressed by how quickly Terri had taken control of the situation.

Nurse Nancy walked back toward the exam room in just her garter, stockings, white brazilian cut panties and her starched white hat. Her nakedness made the classic, stereotypical nurses uniform hat she wore seem all the more sexy. She walked down the hall, stepped into the exam room, and was back out in less than thirty seconds. She practically skipped back to Terri. She sang, "He said it was fine. I can get as naked as I want. And he turned around this time! Dr. Shapiro was sporting a stiffy! His boxers were tented. Can you believe it?"

"I can believe it. If I had a cock I'd be sprouting a stiffy too," Terri said, "By the way, 'Stiffy' is another thing that nobody under 50 says." Terri turned around so she was facing me, saying, "Can you undo the zipper at the back of my skirt?" Nancy reached and unzipped her. Terri looked up and caught my eye in the mirror. BUSTED! But she just grinned and winked at me. Then she let her skirt fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties! She walked around Nurse Nancy, forcing her to turn her back to the mirror. Terri wanted me to see this.

Nancy said, "Oh my God, your pussy hair is blue too! That's so cute. Oh, I don't think I'd have the courage to do something like that."

"I wanted the carpet to match the drapes. You would look a lot younger if you dyed your hair like a teen, Nancy."

"Oh, I would have to ask Dr. Shapiro and then my husband if I could do that."

"You should just do what you want, Nancy. That should be your motto in life. Because it sounds like you've been living to please other people for a long time."

"I wish I could be that free, Terri. Oh my! How long have you had your clitoral hood pierced?" Nancy asked.

"About six months. I had to lie and tell the guy I was eighteen to get it done. And it hurt like a son-of-a bitch too."

"Wait! Terri! You're not even eighteen! Jesus Christ!"

"Don't worry, Nancy. I'm eighteen now. My birthday was last month."

"I have a son ten years older than you! He's twenty-eight."

"Ha! I think that's how old Mistress Sondra is. Is your clit pierced too, Nancy?"

Nancy blushed. "Yes."

"Show me. Take off your panties, girlfriend."

"I couldn't." 

"I'm down to my socks and shoes. Dr. Shapiro said you could get as naked as you want to."

"Terri, I couldn't," Nurse Nancy argued.

Terri crossed her arms. "OK. We'll make a deal. If you let me take down your panties. I will put on a show for your husband."

"Really?" Nancy seemed thrilled by the prospect. "Oh, Terri, that would be great! And you don't have to lapdance him if you don't want to."

"I won't be lap dancing anyone," Terri explained, "Do you have a home computer?"

"Yes. My husband has a laptop for work that he brings home."

"OK. We will set up a private webcam show for your husband. He will be able to see me. He will be able to talk to me. He will be able to suggest what I do. But he won't be able to touch me. And you won't have to worry about him trying to fuck me."

"Oh, Terri! You can do that? Just like that?" Nancy hugged Terri. "I think that would be perfect! Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you only look thirty five and you're really fifty-two, Kitten." Nancy laughed. Terri got down on her knees in front of Nancy. Terri undid the bands from her garter connecting to Nancy's stockings. Then Terri reached up to Nancy's hips and slowly, reverently lowered the nurse's plain, white panties.

Nancy gasped, and tried to contain a little squeal, She didn't know what to do with her hands. They fluttered near her head like wounded birds, fanning her face. But she dutifully stepped out of her panties. Terri said, "Oh, I love your clit-ring. Does that feel good when you're masturbating, or getting fucked?"

Nancy excitedly gasped, "Yes and yes. A-maze-ing." She drew out the last word.

"And your pussy is so perfectly trimmed and what a pretty slit you have, girlfriend. Please tell me this is all natural."

"I've had the hair removed from my legs, arms, upper lip, underarms and most of my pussy. And I had labiaplasty done twelve years ago."

Terri was confused. "Labiaplasty?"

"My inner lips were floppity and gross. I had a Doctor trim that away."

"Floppity and gross," Terri's voice sounded cold, "that's what your husband said. Right?"

"Yes."

"He's a charmer," Terri's voice was icy. 

"He once was, a long time ago," Nancy sadly sighed.

"That must have really hurt."

"Almost as bad as getting my ears pinned."

Terri shook her head. She said, "I'm sorry you've been hurt so many times, Baby Girl. Can I kiss the owie."

"You mean, my pussy or my ears?"

"We'll get to your ears and everything else eventually. But I'm down here already." Terri shrugged and leaned forward.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god! Nobody has ever kissed me there!"

Terri leaned forward. I couldn't see. But I think think she kissed Nancy's pussy. Then, I think Terri flicked at her clit-ring with her tongue. I saw a shudder move through Nurse Nancy's back. And then Terri quickly stood up. Nancy and Terri hugged. "Do you mean no woman has ever kissed you there? Or did that include your husband too?" Terri asked.

"My husband would never! He just would never!"

"Have you ever sucked his cock?"

"Of course. All the time. Anytime he demands. I used to like that a lot too."

"But he won't reciprocate?" Nancy shook her head. "That is unacceptable. Girlfriend, you need to dump that chump."

Nancy said, "No! Terri, he would kill me!" Then she said it again, "Seriously, he would kill me."

"Would he kill you if you had an affair?" Terri asked as she stood up from her knees, picking up her skirt.

"He's never paid enough attention to notice when I have. But he would kill you if he ever found out about us, Terri. Even what we did just now."

"Then it's decided," Terri said, resolved, "Nancy, take out your nipple ring."

"Why?"

"Don't argue with your Mistress, Nancy-Girl. Just take out your nipple ring. No, the other one. The one over your heart." Terri took the barbell out from her left nipple. Then she handed it to Nancy. "Go clean and sterilize these with alcohol. And bring them out to the waiting room along with some sterile wipes."

"Terri, I don't understand."

Terri took Nancy's chin in her hand and forced her to look directly in her eyes. "Do you understand it when I say I'm your Mistress now?" Terri looked at her directly in the eye.

Nancy looked down and swallowed hard. Then she said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl. Have you ever been in a formal Dominant and submissive relationship?" Terri asked

"Yes, Mistress," Nancy said, keeping her head bowed, "I had a Master once.".

"But not with your husband?"

"I am very submissive with my husband. But he was not my Master. It's not a formal thing. I had a formal Master once." Nancy sighed, "But, that was an affair I had in California, before I followed Dr. Shapiro out here."

"You came with Dr. Shapiro from California?"

"I owe him a lot of money for my surgeries. He pays me for working for him to pay off those debts. I sometimes get close to paying him off, but then I get more work done."

"So, you're like an indentured servant?"

"Eugene is nicer than that. And my husband is a lineman for power companies, so he can get work wherever. Bill says I need to pay for my surgeries. Because it's my fault I'm ugly enough to need them."

"OK. Then you know that this is serious," Terri said, reaching under Nancy's chin and tipping her head up, forcing Nancy to look her in the eyes. "And I'm serious. Are you serious?"

Nancy paused and looked in Terri's eyes. "This is crazy," she whispered.

"Crazy serious" Terri corrected her.

"Crazy serious," Nancy agreed, "Yes, Mistress."

"Then do what I told you, Kitten, and hurry." Terri playfully swatted Nancy on the butt.

I backed away from the door and let it close. I went to sit down where I had been sitting. My cock was stiff and leaking pre-cum, even though I had not touched myself at the door. The scene between Terri and Nurse Nancy had been that exciting.

Sunny was on her knees in front of my Dad, giving him head. She was teasing him mercilessly. And Dad seemed to love it, although he was begging Sunny to let him cum.

"I told you, Red," Sunny was being emphatic, "You won't get to cum until Mistress Terri get's back. And then, I will let her decide what you can do with your load. If Terri says it's OK to cum down my throat, that's where your load will go. But if she wants it all over her tits or up your wife's ass, that's where you will put it, Red."

Red groaned, "Oh, yessss, Mistress! I just hope I can hold out that long."

Just then, Terri came back into the room, carrying her skirt and Mrs. Stockton's panties. She was all smiles. Her eyes were wide and excited. She made a beeline for me and sat next to me.

My Dad interrupted from his chair just a few feet away, "Little Mistress? Mistress Sunny says you need to give me permission to cum. Please? May I? I can't hold out much longer."

Terri looked touched. "Oh Mistress Sunny, thank you. Thank you for waiting for me, Puppy. You're going to have to wait just a little longer. I need to tell Daddy something. Mistress, can you keep our Puppy on edge just a little longer?"

Sunny smiled broadly and replied, "It will be my pleasure. But Puppy's balls are starting to ache." And Sunny laughed at that.

Terri turned to me. "How much of that did you catch, Daddy?"

"Most of it. Do you really want another submissive? Are you ready for that?"

"Yes and no. Nancy needs me, Daddy. She needs to be rescued. Plus, she's hot as fuck!"

I nodded in agreement. "Yep. She's hot as fuck."

"But she's not ready for everything. I don't want you to try to Dominate her today. Eventually, I will share her with you and the Family. But things need to progress at her pace. I'm sorry if this messes up your plans, Daddy."

"I just have plans for your virginity, Kitten. That's the night of your school dance, in a week and a half. You've promised me that."

Terri kissed me, quickly, roughly and passionately. Then she whispered in my ear, "I LOVE you, Bobby McMillan. And if Mistress Sunny weren't sharing you, I would steal you from her. Thank you for letting me keep Nancy. And God, I want to FUCK you so badly, Daddy! I'm going to FUCK you so soft, and then so hard. Damn, I want your cock in my tight virgin pussy, Daddy! Just think about that!" She grabbed and stroked my cock as she whispered in my ear. And I had to hold off from cumming all over her hand, right there.

Just then, Mom, Sally Whitehall and Nurse Stockton came back into the Waiting Room. Nurse Stockton looked nervous. She was dressed only in her shoes, garter and stockings, and her nurse's hat, bobby-pinned to her hair.

Terri stood up and waved Nancy over. Dad and Sunny came over too. Sunny was still holding his cockhead. She was sort of leading Dad by that, just pinching below his cockhead with her finger and thumb. Mom and Mrs. Whitehall came and we all formed a small circle around Terri and Nancy.

"Everyone," Terri began, "I want you to meet someone very special. This is Nancy." She asked Nurse Stockton, "Did you bring the rings and the wipes?" Nancy was very nervous, but handed the nipple jewelry and two packets to Terri. Terri handed the packets to Sally and said, "Could you open that for me, Mom." Nancy's eyes went wide as she made the connection, that the woman who just had the orgasm on Dr. Shapiro's exam table was also Terri's mother. "Nancy, we are friends now. But, I want us to be closer than friends. Closer than Best Friends. I want us to be Sisters. So, I'm giving you this jewelry as a token of that...um...connection between us. OK?" Nancy's eyes darted around, trying to see if this was a joke, or what! Then tears started to well up in her eyes. Terri had unscrewed the ball end on her barbell. She took a sterile wipe from her mom and wiped her jewelry, then she wiped Nancy's nipple, the one with the heart-shaped tattoo around it. Terri said, "From my heart to your heart, Nancy Stockton. Sisters, friends and lovers forever." Then she put the barbell through Nancy's nipple and screwed on the ball end. 

Nancy was weeping but smiling. She said, "Oh my god, Terri. That was so beautiful. You said there weren't any rituals!" 

And Terri laughed. "Sorry, I just made this one up, Sister."

Nancy took the nipple ring with the ball and unscrewed the ball. She twisted it slightly. Then reached for a sterile wipe. She wiped off the jewelry, then Terri's nipple. She said, "From my heart to your heart, Mistress Terri. Sisters and friends...", she looked around and added, "...and lovers forever and ever." Then she started putting the ring through Terri's nipple, but it got stuck half-way through. "I'm sorry, Mistress," Nancy apologized, "I think mine is a larger gage."

"Here, let me," Terri said, and she took the ring and started to work it through her nipple.

"Go slowly," Nancy cautioned. "There! Oh no, there's a little bit of blood."

Terri kissed Nancy, just a peck. "That doesn't scare me. There ought to be a little pain," Terri said.

Nancy screwed the ball end back on. And Terri and Nancy hugged. Terri whispered something to Nancy and she nodded. Terri introduced Nancy to all of us, "This is Robert. He's my Master. See that gorgeous cock. That is going to be my first! Don't look at me that way. It's OK to be a virgin, Mrs. Stockton!"

Nancy reached out her hand. "Uhm, it's nice to meet your Master Robert."

"This is my mom, Sally," Terre went on, " Mom, I'm sorry to spring this on you. But I've got a Sister now, and I guess that means you've got another daughter!"




The Blue Life Ch. 23: Dr. Piggie



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character is 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 22 left off. Thanks to John and Jake for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into the plot in future chapters.

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Sondra and I followed Nurse Nancy down the hall. She walked backwards in front of us chattering. "I've never been part of a scene like that. That wasn't like, Group Sex-Group Sex, but Red Puppy just came in my panties because I told him to! That was such a rush. Like, it's an adrenaline thing. That's a feeling of power. Wow! I've never done anything like that before. And you all were so...so..." At this point, Nancy paused in the hall and started to tear up. 

Sunny and I were following arm in arm. Both of us were naked. Except Sunny had on black pumps with three inch heels. It made her 5'10" frame almost as tall as me. I'm 6'2". Anyway, Sunny and I walked up to Nancy and gave her a two-way hug. I held my stiff, leaking cock in my hand, not because I needed to jack-off, but because I was self-conscious of my dick bumping into the curvy, platinum blonde Nurse, Mrs. Stockton. I didn't really know much about her, except that she was lovely, and looked far younger than her real age of fifty-two. But she had bonded with my youngest submissive, Terri Whitehall. And Terri had "adopted" Nancy as her "Sister." I didn't know what that would make me, since Terri also calls me, "Daddy."

I'm not her Daddy. I'm only twenty-two years old, and Terri is eighteen. But all my sexual submissives, including (ironically) my own mother and father often call me, "Daddy." I take this as a sign of respect. But, I also think there's an element of "Age Play" there. Submissives often want to feel like they are younger and looking up to a parental figure, a figure of mythic Dominance and Power. So, they sometimes call me, "Daddy." And I will sometimes refer to them as "Baby Girl," or "Little Girl" for a diminutive. I don't have a thing for actual little girls. But, sometimes when my mother adopts a little girl voice and says, "What do you want your Little Girl to do to please you, Daddy?" Well, that sort of play can make my body temperature rise by a few degrees. 

So, we stood in the Hallway, just hugging Nancy for the moment. "I'm sorry," Nancy said, "I'm working. I should be professional. But, that was amazing. Thank you."

"You're welcome, dear," Sondra said.

"Should I call you Master and Mistress? Is that how this works now?" Nancy asked.

Sunny said, "I would prefer if you didn't yet, Nancy. You've taken Terri as a Mistress. But you and I don't have a formalized relationship like that, yet. Please, I would like to start out as friends first. Call me, Sondra."

"And you can just call me, Robert," I said, "We'll take things slowly. One step at a time. There's no pressure and nothing needs to be rushed."

Nancy breathed a sigh of relief and kissed both our cheeks. "Thank you. I don't know what I've gotten myself into here. I mean, I love it. I love Terri. She's amazing! I've never met anybody like her. But...there are things I don't think I can do."

Sunny asked her, "Do you know about Safe Words?" Nancy nodded. "OK, ours are 'Yellow Card,' which means, 'I'm uncomfortable now, and you need to slow down or change direction,' and 'Red Card,' which means, 'Stop!' The scene stops. All ropes or handcuffs or any sort of bondage comes off. Any discipline stops. Any sexual activity that included you ends right there. Do you understand? You will never be forced to do anything that you don't want to do. Never. And if ANYONE tries to pull any bullshit with you after you say a Safe Word, they will get some sensitivity training, and severely disciplined by me."

Nancy visibly relaxed. "Thank you."

I said, "This is serious. Repeat the Safe Words."

"Yellow Card and Red Card. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop," Nancy confirmed, "I won't forget. Thank you, Robert."

Nancy let go of us and turned. When we came to the first door, she entered it and we followed. Dr. Shapiro was sitting on a rolling stool by a white Desk and Cabinet in the corner. He was making a few notes on a computer.

Nancy said, "Dr. Shapiro, the next two patients are here to see you."

Sondra corrected her, "Nurse Stockton, I'm not a patient. I had this physical just two months ago, and I have not had any risky, unprotected sexual encounters since then."

I needled Sunny, "Two months seems a long streak of celibacy for you." I grinned.

"I wasn't entirely celibate, Robbie. I just hadn't had intercourse with a MAN in a LONG time. And you and I have had protected sex."

Dr. Shapiro spun on his chair and noticed that we were both naked. And that I was sporting a six and a half inch erection I made no effort to cover. I saw Dr. Shapiro's eyes dart up and down Sunny's beautiful body a few times. Then he did the same with me. Dr. Shapiro is a thin, short man. He is in decent shape for his age. And I figure he is in his upper sixties, maybe even his early seventies. He's had major work done on his face. And by comparing how he looks to how Nurse Nancy looks, Dr. Shapiro's doctor isn't anywhere near as talented. Dr. Shapiro has that Barry Manilow/Kenny Rogers/Liberace look about his face. Pinched, pulled, and plastic. Sort of alien. Like a caricature of himself. Dr. Shapiro's eyes lit up when he saw Sunny. But, I honestly could not read the expression on his face. It could have been joy. It could have been annoyance. Too much plastic surgery.

He said, "Welcome. Shall we begin?"

Sondra shook her head. "No, Eugene. Nope. Let's do this right. Stand up." Dr. Shapiro stood. 

Sondra walked over to him and gave him a big hug. Dr. Shapiro is not a tall man, so that put his head right at her chest level. He turned his head and smiled broadly, hugging her back. "There! That's better," Sondra said. 

"I'm sorry, Sondra." Dr. Shapiro broke the hug. "I'm not really myself. I haven't done a Twilight Special in months. And now, you bring in a whole party! I thought you were done with Clifton and the party scene."

"Eugene! Clifton and I are never getting back together." Then Sunny emphasized it, "Never! I should have made that more clear on the phone, when I spoke with Mrs. Stockton, I'm sorry, I should say, Nancy. This is Robbie. He's my Primary and my Master now. We're in love. Robbie, this is Eugene. Eugene has been there for me like no other man in my life. He has actually saved my life, more than once."

Eugene blushed. "I was just being your doctor."

Sondra looked at him. "OK, Eugene. You heard what I told Nancy. We are leaving unless you get naked too."

Dr. Shapiro blushed. "Mistress Sondra, I'm down to my boxers." He called her Mistress. I caught that.

"And you told us all that we had to get naked." Sunny sounded really irritated. "What the hell was that about, Eugene?"

"I'm sorry. I thought you were back with Clifton. And I was angry. I was...well, I don't know what I was thinking."

Sunny put her hands on her hips. She cast an imposing figure. "I'll tell you what were thinking: 'There are six, good looking, hot Sex Party people in my waiting room. I want to see them naked on my security camera!' You couldn't wait until the exams?"

"I don't know what I was thinking, Sondra. I can have Nancy tell them they can get dressed."

"It's a little too late for that, Eugene. Switch over to the Security Camera on the computer. Let's see what they are up to in the waiting room."

"I really wasn't peeping-" Eugene began to protest.

"Don't lie to your Mistress, Pig! Switch it on now, or you can have Nancy watch me spank your old-man ass right here, right now! I will take you over my knee."

Dr. Shapiro looked quickly to Nancy and then me. He clicked an icon on his computer screen and the screen switched to a camera view of the waiting room. Sally was gone. I guess she left to go back to work. but my father was on his knees in the middle of the room. My mother was down on all fours, cleaning his cock with her tongue, but not really giving him head. And Terri had straddled my mother, her legs spread wide. And it looked like my father was busy licking her pussy. Then my mother stopped cleaning my Dad. Maybe she was done. She sat back on her heels. There was tension in her back. Terri said something to her. My father looked around Terri and he also said something to my mother. And then my Mom spread Terri's beautiful butts cheeks and started to lick down the crack of her ass toward her anal pucker! It looked like my Mom and Dad were double-teaming their goddaughter Terri. But it didn't look like Mom was that excited about the prospect. 

Dr. Shapiro and Nurse Nancy's eyes went wide with surprise and excitement! But Sondra said, "OK. Eugene. Shut if off again. We've seen enough. Those three are not about to get dressed any time soon."

He turned off the video. "No, Mistress. I mean, yes, Mistress."

"Now, drop your drawers, Eugene," Sunny commanded. But Dr. Shapiro didn't move. Sunny's voice got even more stern, "Look at my face, Piggie. Does it look like I'm kidding? You could have done this the professional way, Mister. But you had to get snippy, and tell everybody to get naked."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." Eugene stood and pulled down his underwear. Nancy gasped. I wasn't shocked. But I was a little taken aback. Eugene Shapiro is a short, thin man. He's maybe 5'4" tall, and he wears a pretty expensive gray toupee on his head. But his pubes are shaved bare, or he's had all his public hair removed. His penis is short and thin too. Even though he was erect, it was only, maybe three inches long and not very big around. It would not have been that impressive, but there is a large steel bar going straight through his cock, just under his cock head! It's a barbell, like what pierced Terri's nipples and clitoral hood. Only this was much, much larger, much thicker and heavier. The ball ends on the sides were at least four times as large, the size of large marbles. And if the bar going straight through his cock was four times as large...well the thought of that made me a little woozy. Dr. Shapiro notice our reaction. "It's called an ampallang," Dr. Shapiro said.

"I know what it's called, Eugene. It's perfectly lovely. But don't you think you should have asked your Mistress if it was all right to modify your cock before you did it?"

"Mistress. It's been a long time since we've acted formally or sexually in any way. Since before your surgery. I thought you had given up on Clifton and given up on BDSM."

"Yes, but I've seen you many times since then. We see each other at least once every month, for lunch, no more than once every two months. How long have you had that thing?"

"About eighteen months, Mistress. And I've been training up to larger sizes. It's supposed to make...well, it's supposed to enhance the pleasure...I wanted..."

"You wanted your cock to be more impressive. Is that right, Pig."

"Yes, Mistress."

Sunny turned toward Nancy. "Do you think it's impressive, Nancy?"

"It's lovely, Miss Gutierrez, I mean, Sondra. It looks very nice, Doctor," Nancy said smiling.

"Would you like to fuck that cock, Nancy?" Sunny asked.

Nancy put her hands together, and her face got pinched. She obviously didn't know what to say, and I didn't know why Sunny had put her on the spot like that. There was palpable tension in the room. Nancy said, "While Dr. Shapiro has a very unique and sexy cock, I'm going to have to use my Yellow Card right now."

"Ha!" The sound came out of me with a burst! "Fair enough, Nancy!"

Sunny reached out and began to stroke Dr. Shapiro's cock. "Do the ladies like that?"

"I'm waiting for the right lady to try it out. You know me, Mistress. I'm very choosy," Eugene boasted.

"Don't wait too long, Old Man. I can set you up," Sunny offered.

"When that becomes necessary. I will let you know. Now." Dr. Shapiro coughed, and Sunny let go of his cock. "Can we get on with this exam?"

I said, "Doctor, there's one more patient I would like you to wedge in today. One more Twilight Special, Sir."

Dr. Shapiro said, "I don't think I really have the time today."

"Sir. It's Nurse Stockton. She's part of our...Gio calls it a stable. I think of it as my Family. She's part of our Clan now. Because she's my submissive's submissive, if that makes sense, Doctor. I guess that makes you part of our family too, Eugene, if you'll have us?"

Eugene looked at me skeptically. "Who is the Dominant of your stable? Your clan?"

"That is me, Doctor. Sondra is my girlfriend. My Primary. We aren't engaged yet. But we're engaged to be engaged. She is the Mistress to my whole stable. She's in charge of Discipline and Sexual Training. And, I'm guessing we will get married some time next year."

"But-but-Sondra just had my cock in her hands. She was offering to FUCK me! Now, I knew that she was joking. But you couldn't know that," Eugene stammered.

"I wasn't joking either, Eugene," Sondra interjected. Dr. Shapiro shook his head like he just didn't believe her.

"I'm new at BDSM," I explained, "I'm not coming out of any formal training or scene. I was never part of the Party Subculture that this town and especially Sondra is famous for. So I sometimes confuse formal protocols. But Nancy is Family now. And you seem to be Family too, Eugene. I just want you to know, you are always welcome in our home, at our table, or...at our orgies, if we ever get around to having any."

Dr. Shapiro blinked and then sat back down on his stool. He looked at Sunny. "He's serious." Then he looked at me. "You're serious? Just like that? You don't even know me, Master. I'm just a Little Pig, Sir."

"You're a Little Pig who has saved my Lover's life more than once, so I hear. You appear to be an Artist and Physician of the highest caliber. And I'm honored to be in your presence, Pig."

Dr. Shapiro laughed, but there were tears in his eyes. "You have a very strange way of establishing Dominance, Master." He looked to Sondra. "He's really the Anti-Clifton, isn't he? He's nothing like that jack-ass!"

Sunny stood close to me and hugged me to her side. She kissed my cheek, reached and stroked my cock back to full mast. "Nope. He's a catch. Handsome. Kind. Brilliant. And look at this cock. Have you ever seen a nicer cock, Eugene?"

Eugene licked his lips. "This is not a trick question..." He paused. "You have a very handsome cock, Sir."

"Thank you, Piggie. Will you join my Family? Will you be our Family Physician? Will you serve me with everything your are, Eugene Shapiro."

"I'm an old man, Sir. You don't want an old fart like me," Dr. Shapiro argued.

"It looks like you are a vibrant man, Eugene. I don't expect you will die anytime soon."

"Were both those women I examined in your stable, Sir?"

"Yes."

"Your mother is a lovely woman," Eugene guessed. We had not put down last names on our forms. But there was an obvious family resemblance between me and my parents. 

"She is a lovely woman, Piggie," I said, but I wasn't going to let him play that game with me. "Where do you think you have met my mother?" I pointedly asked him.

Dr. Shapiro looked up at me like he was going to explain or argue his point. Then he thought better of it. "Master, if you will have me, I will be your submissive," he said seriously.

"Then roll your chair forward. And as a sign of your loyalty, faithfulness and submission, Piggie, I want you to take my cock in your mouth."

Nurse Nancy gasped, "Oh my!" She hadn't expected me to say anything like that. 

I don't know if Dr. Shapiro expected that or not. But I sort of caught on by the way he looked at my cock that he was bi-sexual. He didn't hesitate to come forward and begin to kiss and lick my cock.

Sunny kissed my cheek. I saw the look in her eyes, she was proud of me. She said, "Master, if you will have me, I will be your submissive too."

I kissed her passionately. When the kiss broke, I said, "As a sign of your faithfulness and submission, Sunny, you may assist our Pig in pleasuring my cock."

Sondra knelt next to Eugene, and they started sharing my cock, back and forth. I realized I felt an extra sensation when Eugene took me into his mouth, and that was because his tongue had a stud through it too, and he was using that to tease the head of my cock. 

Nurse Nancy said, "Oh my god, that's so beautiful."

I gestured toward her, beckoning her to come closer. "You are beautiful, Nancy," I told her. She hugged me from the right side, the way Sondra had hugged me from the left. "None of this was planned. I didn't expect any of this when we made our appointments." Nancy's nipples were hard. Her breathing was shallow, like if she moved too fast or did the wrong thing, the whole scene might shatter or come down like a House of Cards. I could see the age in her eyes. She wasn't in her thirties. And I could feel the fragility inside her, and her raw vulnerability. It made me want to hold her and protect her, from what, I didn't know. "You're beautiful, Mrs. Stockton," I reiterated as I pulled her even closer, "And I really want to kiss you."

She whispered, "I hope you do, Master Robbie." So I kissed her, and our tongues explored each other's teeth and lips as our kiss grew more passionate. Then she said, "Master...if you will have me...I want to serve you and be your submissive too."

I chuckled. "You just want to suck my cock too, eh Nancy?"

"I enjoy sucking cock, Sir. But I don't get much practice. I don't think I would be as good as Eugene and Sondra." Nancy looked down then back up at me. "I don't get enough practice kissing either, Master." And she kissed me deeply again, like someone who has missed being kissed deeply for a long time. I reached and caressed her left breast and the barbell there. She moaned into my mouth, and that did it. That sent me over the edge. I could feel my balls tighten, and I knew there was no turning back from my orgasm.

I said, "Who wants my load, because it's coming. Take it deep, Pig! Back into your throat. Choke on it if you have to, Doctor Slut! Because you're taking it. OH FUCK! That's good! Good boy! Nice piggie! Fuck you've got a talented mouth!" I jetted five or six thick ropes of cum into the back of Eugene's mouth. He swallowed every bit. Then remembering what Dad had done with me and Sunny yesterday, I pinched off the last bit of cum, pulled out of my piggie's mouth, and finished in Sunny's beautiful mouth. She had tears in her eyes, but she wasn't sad. She finished cleaning my cock, and pulled it out of her sucking lips with an audible POP!

Sondra said, "That was wonderful, Master. Eugene and I haven't shared a cock like that in years. Not since Master Rodney died."

Eugene wiped tears from his eyes. "Rodney was my Lover, Sir. He was my live-in-boyfriend and my Master for more than two decades. We sort of adopted Mistress Sondra when she ran away from home. I have not had a Master since he died, Master Robert."

Sondra said, "I didn't run away. I left. I was eighteen. And I had graduated out of the Foster System. Eugene and I would sometimes share Rodney's cock like that. Rodney was my first Master. A brilliant man. A Librarian."

"What happened?" I asked, knowing pretty much exactly what happened.

Eugene said, "Brain cancer. Rodney was older than I am now. First there was dementia. And then there was a very painful, but very quick death. It took just weeks."

"You did everything to make him comfortable, Eugene," Sunny said, "He could not have asked for a better Doctor, Lover, Friend, or submissive slave."

I butted in, "And that was in California. And so the house and State were too painful to live in, so you decided to move out here, Eugene. And then, Mistress Sunny followed you. Was she your Mistress then?"




The Blue Life Ch. 23: Dr. Piggie



"Yes and no. We were both submissive to Rodney. It wasn't the same without him. And Sondra is like a daughter to me. I don't think I could never have sex with her." Dr. Shapiro leaned and hugged Sondra.

"Never say never, Piggie," I told him.

He looked up at me. "Yes, Master." Then he beamed. "You are definitely NOT Clifton!"

"Then you approve, Eugene?" Sunny asked.

Dr. Shapiro made a face. "Are you trying to get me in trouble with my new Master? Or course I approve. And you say he's already met Gio and Marta?"

"Marta is in love with Robbie. I think she wants him." Eugene laughed at that, like it was uproariously funny. I didn't get the joke. "Seriously," Sunny continued, "Gio would get pregnant with my man's babies if he could. They think he's the best. I think they are right."

"Dr. Shapiro," I said, "You are Sunny's regular physician, right?"

"Yes."

"And I know she had a cancer scare a few years ago. But I was wondering, is there any chance of us having a baby?" I asked.

"Robbie, I already explained. I'm infertile. There's no way I can have a baby now."

"Master Robert," Dr. Shapiro began, "Mistress Sondra had a rapidly developing uterine tumor. She had a hysterectomy. Her uterus and cervix were removed."

"Oh," I said, then shrugged, "well, we can still adopt, Sunny."

"And there is still a way Sondra could have children," Dr. Shapiro said.

"Eugene, that's not practical," Sondra told him, "It will never happen."

"Sondra still has her ovaries," Dr. Shapiro continued, "The ovaries produce certain hormones that keep my Mistress from going into premature menopause. If we had removed her ovaries, she would have to had to have hormone replacement therapy. Now, in theory her ovaries are still producing eggs. But the eggs have no place to go, no way to be fertilized, and no uterus to enter and grow in. But, if we used drugs to stimulate Sondra's ovaries, we could surgically go in and harvest some of her eggs. That is, if you had someone who knew EXACTLY what they were doing."

"And those sorts of Specialists are insanely expensive, Robbie. Fertility treatments aren't covered by my Medical Insurance," Sondra argued.

"That is true," Eugene said, "You would need a Doctor who has been studying the procedures for several years, consulting with some of the finest fertility doctors in the World. Someone who would be willing to do the whole procedure pro bono." Dr. Shapiro was grinning. Sondra didn't get it at all. She was so locked up in the idea that her situation was hopeless, she couldn't even see what Dr. Shapiro was saying.

"Piggie, did Rodney like to suck your cock?"

Eugene was shocked by the question. He shook his head back and forth. "I-I-Master-uhm, yes, Sir. He did."

"Good. Remind me to suck your cock later, Little Piggie, because I am SO in love with you right now, Little Man." Eugene beamed with pride.

Nurse Nancy said, "And I will be waiting in line, right after Master Robbie, Eugene. Well done, Doctor! I'm very proud to be your Nurse."

"Robbie, where is all that coming from?" Sondra asked.

"Don't you see? Dr. Shapiro is saying that your Ovaries are still functioning. That he could harvest your eggs and then do an artificial insemination with my sperm. Then, all we would need is to find a surrogate mother to carry our baby to term!"

"Surrogate Mothers aren't that expensive," Dr. Shapiro enthused,."We could probably hire one for twenty-five to thirty five thousand dollars."

"Neither of us have that kind of money, Eugene. Even if you donated your services, we are still looking at the cost of a small house in this market."

"I'll be getting a good job after graduation," I said, "And we'll be getting married then. We can figure it out, Sunny."

Sunny smiled and shrugged. "That will be months away, Daddy. Let's just drop the subject for now. And Robbie, please don't mention this to the others. I just don't want that added pressure right now. Please?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded. "OK, Kitten. I'm just excited by this news."

"It's not news, Sir," Sunny said, shaking her head, "It's more of a pipe dream. Eugene? Robbie? Drop it for now. It hurts too much to think about."

I shuffled my feet, and affected an "Aw shucks" expression. "Yes, Mistress," I said. 

Dr. Shapiro looked at Nurse Stockton, "Nurse, take our patient to the Restroom and get him to fill a specimen cup. Then fill one yourself, I'm testing you as well.'

"Piggie, you had better test yourself later today as well. I want everyone in the Family to have the same sense of Health and Security."

"Sir, I haven't had sex since the last time I was tested. I assure you I'm clean, Master."

"That's all well and good, Eugene. But I think we should establish a baseline for the entire family."

"Yes, Master."

The rest of the exam went about the same for both Nancy and me. There was a urine sample and a blood sample. There was a cheek swab. We had our blood pressure checked. Dr. Shapiro did a quick prostate check for me. The whole, "Turn your head and cough," deal. It was a little different, having a doctor with his finger up my ass who had recently sucked me off. But Eugene and I managed to stay professional. Nancy had a brief pelvic exam, and Dr. Shapiro skipped her breast cancer screening. He said he wouldn't be able to feel any lumps under her Natura-Elite implants anyway.

Before we finished, Sondra pulled Eugene and Nancy aside. "Listen," she told them, "this new dynamic is going to change a lot of things. There will be times when you will feel jealous or confused, because Master Robbie, Mistress Blue or myself aren't giving you enough attention or we're expecting too much from you. That's normal. Eventually you two will have sex with each other. I'm making a rule though. No sex with each other during work hours, or even at work. You are allowed to tease each other, but sex is for outside work. Got it?"

Nancy nodded. "Got it, Mistress."

"I understand, Mistress," Eugene replied. 

"Eugene," Sunny said, "there are a lot more hens than roosters in our Farmyard. And Master Robbie and Master Red are bisexual. You seem to be having no trouble maintaining your erection. That's impressive for a man your age. But you may end up needing some pharmaceutical assistance to keep up. Don't be proud Piggie. Also, I will be stepping up your training. I've learned a lot since Rodney died, and you're going to benefit from that, Piggie. But that may involve pleasing your Mistress, and that may include fucking me with that cute, steel-enhanced, tiny Piggie-weiner. Understand? I know we haven't really crossed that Rubicon in the past. Prepare to cross it, or you will see your Mistress cross." Eugene's eyes went wide at the thought of possibly fucking Sondra. He nodded his head, dumb-struck. "Be very discreet. Tell nobody about the Family. Be careful where you talk to each other even." Sondra took a deep breath. "Mrs. Stockton, you may get angry with your husband and want to throw it in his face that there are half a dozen people including some very handsome men who think you are one of the Top Ten Most Gorgeous and Sexy Women Alive. Don't. We will hide your affair from your husband for now. But there are only two long-term options. The First Option is we need to bring your husband into the Family. This might be possible, especially if your husband has secret fantasies of orgies and being dominated. If he's a good little subbie, he can be trained for the rest."

"I think my husband might be into the idea of an orgy. He sometimes talks that his fantasy is to have men pay to have me on a train."

"Was it on a train, to be trained, or to pull a train, Sweetie?" I asked.

Nancy looked as if she were trying to remember. "You're right. I think he says pull a train, but I always thought that meant he wanted the orgy to take place on a train."

I shook my head. "No, Kitten. Your husband sounds like a real charmer. So, maybe we will have to consider our Second Option, Sunny," Sunny nodded her head in agreement.

"What is option number two, Sir?" Nancy asked.

"Your Mistress and I will have to convince you to leave your husband."

"That's a Red Card, Sir! Red Card! Red Card! Red Card!" Nancy got louder and faster as she repeated herself.

"Mrs. Stockton. Nobody is going to tell you that you have to leave your husband. We won't command you to do that. But...it sounds to me like you're in a loveless, abusive marriage. What's keeping you?"

Nancy's head dropped, and she said something. But I couldn't hear her. Eugene couldn't hear her. Sunny has better ears or had guessed what Nancy had said, maybe she read her lips. Because she just hugged Nancy tightly. Sunny said, "It's OK. We can figure this out. A way will present itself."

I stepped closer. Eugene stepped closer. I whispered, "I couldn't hear. What did you say, Nancy?"

Nancy looks up at me, tears in her eyes. "He would kill me. He would kill me. He said he would kill our son too. If he knew about you, he would try to kill all of you. And no, I'm not being hysterical. I loved Bill once. But now, he just scares me all the time. And I do what he wants because that's the way it has to be. And he goes out working on powerlines. And I pray that some day, he doesn't get just bit by a power surge. I wish that he could come home dead. Oh god, Eugene. You probably think I'm such a horrible bitch now. I'm sorry, Doctor. But I just can't have another surgery! I'll go crazy."

Eugene's fists were clenching and unclenching. He said, "Nancy. Nurse Stockton. Nancy, I-I-I didn't know. This is my fault. Why didn't I know? I'm so sorry. I've just loved having you around as my assistant. But, I think I've been taking advantage of you for years. I'm so sorry, Nancy! I'm so sorry. I should have seen this."

Nancy broke her hug with Sondra and wrapped her arms around Dr. Shapiro. She was still crying but said, "Oh, no, Eugene. You've been grand. And this job is like an island of sanity in my week. Helping people like we do. That's something real. I should have told you. It's all my fault. I'm not even a Nurse. I have no credentials. I'm just a glorified receptionist."

"You are also my greatest achievement as a surgeon and specialist, Nancy. Having you out in the front office, you have made most of my sales over the last eight years. The women want to look like you. And the men want to make themselves worthy of a woman as perfect and beautiful as you."

Nancy snuffled up some snot. "I'm sorry. I'm a mess."

Dr. Shapiro hugged Nurse Nancy, squeezing her ass. "You are not a mess! First off, you've got this fantastic derriere." His joke was meant to lighten the mood, and it worked.

Nancy laughed. "You should know, you built it, Doctor." We all laughed at that.

"I have only done minor alterations. It's mostly you, Nancy. All the basics were already there. And the hard work you always put in, during recovery and after. staying in shape and taking care of your skin. You make me look so good."

Nancy kissed the top of Eugene's toupee covered head. "That's a very kind, sweet thing to say. I-I love you, Piggie."

Eugene stepped back as if he had been shocked or burned. He held Nancy at arm's length. But he was smiling broadly, through his Botox and pulled skin. "Mistress Nancy, I swear I have dreamed of you saying those words to me. I love you too, Mistress. I love you so, so much."

"Do you...uhm...like eating pussy, Piggie?" Nancy asked.

"Even more than I love sucking cock, Mistress." And Eugene fell to his knees, ready to prove it right there.

Sunny stepped in between them. "OK, you lovebirds, knock it off! I said not at work. And I mean it. Besides you have two more patients to examine waiting in the waiting room. And a set of tests for Nancy to run on Eugene. This is a long day for you, Piggie. I'm sorry."

I helped Eugene to his feet. He was grumbling about how he had waited for years for that moment. I told him that it was Mistress Sondra who seemed to break the ice of the glacial movement of Eugene and Nancy's love for each other. He hugged me and whispered to me, "No sir. I've been Mistress Sondra's submissive longer than I've even known Mistress Nancy. The change and the magic here is you. Thank you for allowing your piggie to pleasure your cock, Sir. You don't know how I've missed that. And thank you for the gift of bringing Mistress Sondra back into your piggie's life, and for awakening my Mistress Nancy."

I sighed. I thought to myself, "I have got to stop collecting submissives. This is getting too fucking complicated!"



The Blue Life Ch. 24: Dim Mak



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality and homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character is 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 23 left off. Thanks to John and Jake for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into future chapters.

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 My father got into my car. We had just left the Police Station. He had called me from there, asking me to come give him a ride. When I got there, Dad wouldn't say why he was at the Police Station, or why he needed a ride. He just kept saying, "We can talk about this when we get into the car. So here we were in the car. I was looking at Dad, waiting for an explanation. 

 Dad said, "Start the car and drive." 

 "Where are we going?" I asked.

 "Out of the parking lot, for now," Dad said. So I started the car and pulled out of the lot. "Now, make a right, and go all the way around the block." 

 "I don't get it, Dad."

 "Just do it, Bobby." So, I drove slowly around the block. Dad was looking out of the back window. When we got back to the parking lot, Dad said, "Now just drive straight for at least a half mile."

 "Dad, what's going on? Why won't you talk to me? Why were you at the Police Station?"

 Dad looked forward out the front window. He was expressionless. He said, "I think I killed a man tonight." I slammed on the brakes. "No. No. No! Bobby, just drive. Don't draw attention to us."

 "Who do you THINK you killed, Dad?" I asked, trying to keep a calm tone to my voice. I wasn't successful.

 "Bill Stockton, Nancy Stockton's husband. He's not dead yet. But I think he will be in the next ten days, maybe two weeks."

 "What! Did you poison him, Dad?" I was having trouble focusing on the road and my driving.

 "No, Bobby. We were in a fight. I hit him under the chin. I helped sit him down on his coffee table. It broke. And then, after he said that he was going to kill me and Nancy. I hit him in the ribs. And I think I probably killed him. At least, I was trying to kill him. But, I've never killed anyone before, so I can't be positive. But it felt like he started dying. I just hope they keep him in jail until he's dead."

 I was deeply and desperately confused. "Dad? Where am I driving?"

 "I'm sorry. Take a left and go down to Lancet Avenue, then double back with another left."

 "Why?"

 "I have to make sure we aren't being followed. And I didn't want to mention killing Bill Stockton in the Police Station for obvious reasons."

 "But you said he's not dead yet." I was very confused.

 "No. He probably just feels a bit heavier than usual by now," Dad said.

 "And that's going to kill him."

 "In just a few days. Maybe two weeks on the outside."

 "How?" I asked.

 "Dim Mak. The Death Touch. It's a Martial Arts technique. I've been studying the principles of it for about fifteen years. I've learned a few key strike points. But it's not so much about where you strike, but the intention you maintain as you are striking. It's a Chi Attack. True Masters can do it from a distance."

 I turned on Lancet Avenue. "Is this something you learned in Aikido Classes, Dad?" I asked.

 "No. It's not Aikido. It's a darker, more secret martial art. But I made contacts with a man through my Sensei. He was a meditation Master, and became my Sifu. He tried to lead me in the Way of Chi Gung, a Golden Path. I am a good student. And I had guessed at many of the fundamentals. So, eventually, this Master mentored me toward a method for massaging and healing Chi, and then some ways to block Chi attacks in a fight. Finally, I believe he knew he was dying, and he wanted to pass on his knowledge to a worthy student. I don't think I'm worthy. But he eventually taught me the key elements of Dim Mak, of bending and tearing Chi, and using my own Chi to form the basis of an attack."

 "The Death Touch." I said. 

 "The Death Touch," Dad sighed. "I twisted Bill Stockton's Chi. I doubled it back and ripped it open. I tore a hole in his life force."

 "I don't believe you, Dad." I doubled back on East Riverside. The sun was just going down across the river.

 "You don't have to believe me, Bobby. He will either die or not die, no matter what either of us believe."

 "How is he going to die, Dad? What do you think will happen to him?"

 "I don't know. But he's marked now. So Death will find him. It could be a heart attack or a stroke. Or he might kill himself. That's why I want him locked up. If he dies while driving or something, other people could get hurt. Take a right here, Bobby. Go up to Bluffs Park."

 "Dad, Mom is going to be worried about you."

 "I called Marjorie already. I told her you would be driving me back to my car as soon as the Police were done questioning me."

 "Where is your car, Dad?"

 "On the street behind Nancy Stockton's house."

 "Why were you parked there?" I asked, as I pulled into the parking lot of Scenic Bluffs Park. It sits along the eastern side of the river. It's a pretty spot to watch the Sun set. But the Sun had gone down a few minutes before. It was still twilight. The last time I had been up here at night, it was to make out in the car with a girlfriend when I was in High School.

 Dad unbuckled his belt and turned to me in the car. He had a sad, worried look on his face. "That will take some explaining. Before we start, could I have a kiss, Sir?"

 I unbuckled my belt and turned to my Dad. I could see this was serious. And I didn't understand his crazy talk about "The Death Touch." I reached with my hand to touch his head, and he closed his eyes. His head met my palm and he moved in slightly, like a kitten does to pet itself with your 'fingers. It was both cute and a little disconcerting. I asked, "Do you need an, 'I love you, Dad, and you can tell me anything,' reassuring kind of kiss? Or are you looking for a, "Kitten, you are very cute and sexy, and I'm glad you're my sweet, submissive, sissy-boi lover,' sort of kiss?"

 Dad smiled, a thin, pained smile. "I don't know. A bit of both, please. More of the second, Bobby. I feel ugly. And Marjorie and I have been fighting recently and I'm afraid that telling her all this will drive another wedge between us." Dad closed his eyes and leaned towards me. So I kissed him. I kissed him tenderly, with just a hint of passion. My tongue traced along his upper lip and my thumb traced along his high cheekbone.

 Dad moaned a sigh into my mouth. Then our foreheads touched, and he broke the kiss but kept our foreheads touching. He whispered, "I love you, Daddy. Your Puppy has needed that kiss for several hours now. I was very nervous at the Police Station. Although I stayed professional." He took a deep breath. "I probably should have called your mother to come get me. But...I'm very shaken up. And I just needed..." He kissed me again, lightly. "I just needed a kiss from my Master. I just need to know that whatever I say, I will still be your small puppy, Sir."

 "What's going on with you and Mom?"

 "Well, on Monday, when we were at Eugene's office, some things happened."

 "A lot of things happened, Dad."

 "Yes. But some things you don't know about." Dad paused and swallowed, then licked his lips. He's got nice lips. "After you and Mistress Sunny went in for your physicals, I told Blue to clean my cock. You remember, Mistress Nancy had just ordered me to masturbate and cum in her panties, right there in front of everyone! I was so shocked and humiliated. But Mistress Sunny had put me on edge, so that I just couldn't hold back, even if I wanted to. So when Mistress Nancy told me what I had to do, it made me so excited. I just gushed into her panties. I felt so embarrassed and free at the same time. I can't describe it right."

 "That was hot, Dad. There was nothing to be ashamed about. Nancy is an incredibly beautiful woman, and I'm glad you two made a connection," I assured him.

 Dad nodded. "Yes. But, it also made me feel weak, because I was on the floor, kneeling, uncontrollably jerking-off, I just felt very vulnerable. So, I commanded your Mother to clean my cock, and maybe I used too stern a tone with her. But, I needed to get back a sense of secure dominance, I guess. And Blue did it. She began licking, sucking and cleaning my cock in a tender, loving way. It was very nice. Then, Mistress Terri stood in front of me. She was naked, except for her knee-high socks and her blue, athletic shoes. God, she's so young, and strong and powerful. And her tits...I don't have to tell you, they're so fucking big. And even without a bra, they hardly sag at all. She had her fists on her hips. And she just sort of scooted forward, until her pussy was right in front of my face. She had to straddle Marjorie to do that. Then she said, 'Eat my fucking cunt, you dog!' Just like that. So raw. So primal. So nasty. It was powerful."

 I didn't mention that I had seen a bit of that scene from Dr. Shapiro's security camera in the waiting room. I just agreed with my Dad, "Yeah, Terri is very special. Her blue hair and half-mohawk. Her piercings. It all makes her seem like a Jungle Warrior to me."

 "An Amazonian Fighter," Dad agreed. "She's very strong for her size too. Her legs and glutes are so powerful. Anyway, I couldn't refuse my Mistress. So I tried to eat her with as much passion and enthusiasm as I could muster. But that meant ignoring Blue. And she finished cleaning my cock without it reviving for another round. Seriously, I had just spent my load. I don't think I could have gotten it back up without one of my little blue pills." Dad's fingers trailed up and down my arm. It sent tingles down my spine. He said, "I wish we were in the Cadillac, so I could snuggle up against you, Sir. Your car is too cramped."

 I looked around. "There's a park bench. We can cuddle there. Nobody's around. And if we hear a car come up the hill, we can just get back in the car and leave," I suggested.

 Dad gave me a peck on the lips and got out of the car. I got out, and Dad was reaching his hand for mine. So, I took his hand and we walked silently to the park bench, our fingers intertwined. It was twilight, just after sunset, but still light for a few more minutes. It was still. Romantic. I thought that I would like to bring my girlfriend, Sunny, up here some night. Then, I realized that I was enjoying being here with my Dad too. Dad wasn't wearing his suit jacket. And he didn't have on a sweater. He had his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. So, I pulled him close to me, under my arm. His hand went inside my jacket and caressed my chest, over my polo shirt. And we kissed again, softly, affectionately, without any hurry or passion. Just a few tender, romantic kisses. 

 I said, "So what happened at the doctor's office?"

 Dad sighed. "OK. So Mistress Terri was making me eat her pussy. And your mother had kissed and licked my cock clean, but it wasn't getting hard. I'm not twenty-two anymore."

 "Dad, You're a stud," I reassured him, "Don't worry about it."

 "So Blue sat back on her heels and said something like, 'Well.' It was a sigh, as if she was finished and maybe frustrated. But I didn't want us to be done. I wanted us to both share Terri. I wanted us both to make our Mistress and goddaughter cum. So I pulled Terri's butt cheeks apart, and I commanded Blue. I said, 'Eat my vixen's ass, Blue; while I pleasure our Mistress' pussy!'"

 I had seen that moment, on the security camera, but it was exciting again hearing about it again from Dad. I reached down and adjusted my stiffening cock. I said, "Go on."

 "Well, Blue did it. She put her face right in there and began rimming Terri. And that seemed to set Terri on fire. She was moaning, and talking dirty. She was saying stuff like, 'Eat my pussy, Puppy. Eat my cunt, you dirty dog! Eat my ass, you fucking, nasty Bitch!' And then she came, really hard. Terri had me by the ears, pulling my head. It hurt, but it was exciting too. And as Terri was coming down from her peak, she said, 'I'm going to love having my married Puppy and Kitten for submissives.' Then she leaned down and kissed me with her pussy juices still all over my face. And while we were kissing, Blue quickly got dressed. By the time I looked up, she already had her bra on and was buttoning her blouse."

 "Was Mom angry?"

 "She whispered at me, 'Nobody asked me if I wanted my goddaughter for a Mistress!' Then, when I tried to say I was her Master, she pointed a finger in my face and told me to stuff a Red Card in my pie hole, and walked out."

 I whistled like an incoming rocket, and made an explosion sound. "I'm sorry. That was my fault, Red," I told him, and I kissed his forehead, trying to be reassuring. "I'm in too big of a rush to be able to fuck Sunny, Sally, and especially Terri without a condom, I rushed bringing us all together at the doctor's office. Frankly, everything has become rushed. It's only been a week since I met Jillian. And I've taken Sally, Terri, Sunny, and now, Nurse Nancy and Doctor Eugene as my submissives."

 Dad kissed my neck, his tongue flicked along my carotid artery. It made my heart beat faster. "Are you going to have Jillian as one of your Kittens too, Master?" My father has Dissociative Personality Disorder (or multiple personalities). Jillian is actually an alternate personality of my Dad's that my mother and I only recently discovered. 

 I told my Dad, "Yes, I want Jillian. I want to be her lover. And I want to make her happy. If being my Kitten and joining our family would make her happy, that's what I want for her."

 "I think I understand," Dad said, while caressing my chest. He went on with his story. "So when you came out from your exam, Terri was showing off how flexible and strong she is."

 "Yeah, when we came into the Waiting Room, I saw her lower herself from a handstand to a headstand, do the splits in mid-air, and then press herself back to a handstand. It was like something from the Circus."

 Dad laughed, "From my angle, it was even better. Her beautiful breasts were hanging upside down. That reminds me, I want to get out the inversion table from the shed."

 "Is your back hurting again, Dad?" I asked.

 "No. I want to use it as a sex toy, maybe as a bondage table for my vixens."

 "Get back to your story, Dad." I kissed his forehead. "It's getting dark."

 "Alright, Sir. So when you came out with Sunny and Nancy, you told us that you had taken both Nurse Stockton and Dr. Shapiro as your submissives and that they were part of the Family now. Terri jumped into your arms and kissed you, and then rushed to hug and congratulate Nancy. I was very pleased. Because I find Nancy very attractive. And I look forward to fucking her soon."

 "I haven't had sex with her yet, Red. I think she's reluctant to have intercourse. I think she's worried about cheating on her husband. And I can respect that. I don't want any of us to pressure her."

 Dad took a deep breath. "Well, she won't have to worry about that soon."

 "Why is that, Dad?" I asked, then answered my own question, "Oh, right. Dim Mak, the Death Touch. I forgot. Go on."

 "So Nancy brought us back into the Exam Room. And Nancy introduced us to Eugene. She said, we should meet her new submissive Eugene Shapiro or ''Dr. Piggie.' Terri walked right up to him and said that it would be nice having another Rooster in the Henhouse, and especially one that she wouldn't have to get on tippytoes to kiss. Then she kissed him, right there, right like that. She really hugged him tight, mashing her breasts against his chest. Then, when she pulled away, she was still holding Eugene's penis. It's not very long, but it has this bar through it."

 "It's called an ampallang," I said.

 "Did you think it was sexy, Bobby?"

 "Dr. Eugene's cock or his jewelry?"

 "Both," Dad clarified. He really seemed impressed and maybe turned on by Dr. Shapiro's cock.

 "I'm curious about it, Dad. Objectively, his cock isn't as nice as yours. I didn't want to suck him off or anything. But, I guess I owe him one, because he and Sondra doubled teamed my cock while I kissed Nancy, until I came down Piggie's throat."

 Dad reached and caressed my hard cock through my pants. "God, that sounds exciting, Bobby. I like Dr. Piggie. I think he's hot, especially for an older man. He's not particularly handsome. He's had too much plastic surgery. But he's very smart. He's charming. And I think his cock is very sexy, especially with that ampallang thing. I really enjoyed that."

 "How did you enjoy Dr. Shapiro, Puppy?" I asked. 

 "After Dr. Shapiro was done with his tests, and the procedures he did. Mistress Terri said that we should thank him by sucking his cock. So, I did it first. Then Terri. Then Terri said that she would like to see Dr. Piggie fuck her Kitten Nancy. They argued and said that Mistress Sunny had told them they couldn't fuck at work. But Terri said that since our appointment was over, their work for the day was done. And that because she was both Piggie and Nancy's Mistress they should do it. So, Nancy lay down on the exam table, and Terri had her put her feet in stirrups. Then, Terri and I got on either side of Nancy and started playing with her breasts. Dr. Shapiro got up on a stool and said that he had waited many years for this moment. But he also asked if Nancy was sure. Nancy said that her husband could never ever find out, but that Eugene should fuck her, because she loved him and had wanted to fuck him for years as well, and she didn't want to chicken out. So, Terri and I started alternately kissing Nancy and sucking on her breasts. I was on her left side, so I got the tittie with the heart tattoo around the areola. And Dr. Shapiro started running the head of his cock up and down, along her slit and then he was playing with Nancy's clit. We all had her on the edge of cumming. Terri said Nancy had to beg for permission to cum from her when she felt like she was ready to explode. And Nancy said she was already ready, even before Eugene put his cock in her. So Terri said, 'Alright, as soon as your little piggie starts to fuck you, Sister, you can cum for me. Nancy said, 'Thank you, Mistress." Eugene put his cock inside her. And Nancy immediately had this giant orgasm. She said she hadn't cum, except for masturbating for three years. Dr. Shapiro said that he knew the feeling and started begging his Mistress Nancy for permission to cum. I don't think he had even fucked her for even a minute, maybe thirty seconds! Nancy could see the strain on his face from holding back his orgasm, and Dr. Shapiro is older than he looks. I think he might be older than my mother. So Nancy told him he could cum, and he did. He squirted a little load into Nancy, and then, he cleaned her. It was sexy and sweet. They both thanked us for sharing with them. And they both thanked Mistress Terri for demanding that they fuck."

 "Did Dr. Shapiro and Nancy use a condom?"

 "No. And they really should have," Dad said.

 "Why do you say that, Red?" I asked.

 "Because we found out today that Nancy has Chlamydia. Our test results came back. It's what convinced her that her husband was cheating on her."

 "What the HELL!" I exclaimed.

 "Don't be mad at her, Master. Her husband gave it to her." Dad was trying to protect Nancy.

 "Look! You, Terri, Dr. Shapiro and Nurse Nancy are all going to get some correction. Sunny told Piggie and Nancy, 'No Sex At Work!' She made that very clear. And as soon as we leave, they fuck each other, and without a condom! Jesus! I need to be able to trust my subs."

 "I'm sorry, Sir. We got carried away, and it was very exciting."







The Blue Life Ch. 24: Dim Mak



"You will be sorry, Dad," I warned him, "Now. You said something about a procedure. What procedure did Dr. Shapiro perform?"

 "Well, during Terri's exam, she was on the table, and Dr. Shapiro was checking her breasts for lumps. Terri asked Nancy if this was what the doctor was doing when the woman with the very large breasts had cum. Terri was talking about her mother, but not letting on that they are related or lovers. And Nancy said, yes. Except that Blue was telling Dr. Shapiro to pinch Sally's nipples, and Blue was eating Sally's pussy at the same time. Terri asked Nancy to show her exactly what the two women were doing. So Nancy had Terri scoot her butt to the edge of the exam table Then she got the doctor's chair and sat on it between Terri's legs. And then Terri ordered Nancy to eat her pussy. But, Nancy said that she didn't know how. She had never been with a woman before in her life. That made Terri very happy. She said, 'Then I'm going to be your first, Kitten!' And she made me show Nancy my technique for eating pussy. Then I coached Nancy as she ate Terri for the first time. Oh it was beautiful, Sir. So sexy. And Nancy caught on and really seemed to enjoy pleasing her Mistress."

 "Did Terri cum again?" It felt like a stupid question as soon as it left my mouth. Of course she came! She's a horny, multiorgasmic teen! The fact that she's still a virgin amazes me. The fact that she has promised me her virginity is doubly amazing. I'm going to take her and have her on the night of her school semi-formal dance in a little over a week.

 "Yes, sir. I made certain of that. And Nancy looked like she very much enjoyed her first taste of pussy too. So, after Terri came. The doctor said that he admired Terri's jewelry, her nipple piercings and the clitoral hood piercing especially. He said that she probably got them done by a guy named Ralphie, at a place called, 'TattooU2'. Terri was very surprised. She asked how Dr. Shapiro could tell. And he said that he taught Ralphie how to pierce. And that Ralphie was the only person in town he trusted to work on his ampallang besides himself. Eugene asked if he could give Terri a gift, and he had Nancy get the Jewelry Box. It's this huge display box of different kinds of body piercings and body modifications. Turns out, Dr. Shapiro has pierced some very famous Porn Stars and Rock Stars when he was in Hollywood.. He asked Terri if he could give her a ring for her clitoral hood piercing, like Nancy's. He said the movement of the ring would probably enhance her pleasure during sex. Terri picked out a ring with a Blue ball, very similar to Nancy's. Dr. Shapiro asked her how long she had her piercing. She said about six months, and he asked her if she would like to go up a gage to a slightly thicker ring. Terri said yes. And Dr. Shapiro fit her with the ring. Then it was my turn to get my physical. Dr. Shapiro gave me a prostate check, and when he lubed his finger and put it up my ass, I got hard. Dr. Shapiro was very nice about it. He said that wasn't an unusual reaction, and that I have a very handsome cock. Nancy and Terri agreed with him. Terri commanded Eugene and Nancy to both taste my cock, but not make me cum. She then asked Eugene if he had any jewelry like his, for men to show me!"

 My eyes snapped open. "What! Red, you didn't get an ampallang, did you?"

 "No, Sir. I thought about it. But I was too scared. And the drawbacks of an ampallang piercing were too many for me," my Dad said.

 I relaxed and let my weight sink back into the bench. Dad reached into my jacket and found my nipple through my shirt. His finger casually drew a line around it. It made me want him. But I needed him to finish his story. Dad's tongue licked up my neck. He was toying with me. He whispered in my ear, "I got a Prince Albert, Bobby."

 It took me a moment for that to sink in. The sexy way Dad had whispered that in my ear, at first I thought he said, "I got Prince Albert." Like he had fucked some guy named, Prince Albert. Then I remembered, it's a style of genital piercing. I sat up and held Red at arm's length. I said, "What the fuck, Red! You pierced your junk without even asking your Master?"

 "My Little Mistress wanted me to do it. She gave me a choice of piercing my tongue to better please her. My nipples to better remember her by. Or my cock, to better please her when I finally take her and fuck her. I asked the doctor how a Prince Albert would help me please my Little Mistress. And he said the jewelry stimulates the G-spot during intercourse. So if I planned to have more face to face intercourse, I should get a reverse Prince Albert. That puts the ring on top of the penis head. But if I enjoy having intercourse from behind, a classic Prince Albert is best. He also said that in his experience, a classic Prince Albert is less painful, has a faster recovery time, and is less likely to have infections or complications. He said it's because of the way my urine actually sterilizes the piercing better with a classic Prince Albert."

 "What does Mom think of it?" I asked.

 "She hates it. It's one of the reasons she's so mad at me. She asked me how I could mutilate myself without consulting my Mistress. I told her that I did consult my Mistress, and that Blue was my submissive slut now. That did not go over well."

 "I can imagine. Didn't you even consider Jillian? How is she going to feel with a big, painful reminder that she has a cock?" This was bizarre question for me to ask. 

 Dad stood up and started pacing in front of the bench. "Of course I thought of Jillian. Jillian is one of the reasons I did this! I can't get gender reassignment surgery, which is what Jillian really wants." For a brief second, I wondered how my Dad knew what Jillian really wanted. But Dad continued talking. "So, I looked through all of Dr. Shapiro's jewelry, until I found the perfect piece, even if Dr. Shapiro said that it's not a starter gage."

 I interrupted my Dad, "What does that mean?"

 "It means that usually people start with a very thin wire, a very small hole and slowly work up sizes, until they get to the gage jewelry that they like. It took Eugene four years to work up to the size ampallang he's got now. Anyway, I wanted to get a ball with a cute, feminine, pink zirconia crystal, but that required me to go up two sizes from the starter gage. It makes the piercing more painful, but I thought it was worth it. I thought the gem was very girly and pretty. I'm hoping Jillian will love it. And maybe that will help her love her cock. Maybe you can help convince Jillian that even though she's a woman, she can be a T-Girl, a chick with a dick."

 Dad had thought this out. He'd given it a lot of thought. This wasn't just an impulsive thing. But I was still angry that he went behind my back to do this! I said, "Show it to me, Red."

 "Here? In the park, Sir?"

 "YES! HERE! BABY BOY! SHOW YOUR MASTER YOUR COCK!" I was angry and cross.

 Dad stood shyly in front of me and looked around, even though we were at the top of a bluff, with only a long drive for access. Nobody was here but us. The sun had gone down. Now, most of the light came from a yellowed street lamp above the parking lot. Moths and other bugs were flying around it. Dad said, "I got this jewel for several reasons, Sir. Like I said, I wanted the most feminine Prince Albert. Because I wanted a reminder that I'm still your little sissy-boi slut. That I'm gay and in love with my Son. And that I shouldn't be scared of that like I used to be, Sir."

 I put my hands on my father's hips and made him stand right in front of me. I was sitting on the park bench, so my eye level was just above his waistband. My father looked nervous, but I could tell his cock was hard in his pants. He had gotten excited telling me about his sexual adventures with his Little Mistress, Terri. And now, he was excited to show me his cock, and this fucking stupid cock-ring! Jesus! How could Dad be so dumb!

 Dad undid his belt. "I--I--I was thinking of you too when I chose this. Yes, I was obeying my Little Mistress. But, I've been thinking about ways of marking myself as your sissy-boi, Daddy." My father liked to call me "Daddy," especially when he is feeling particularly submissive and excited. "I thought about getting a tattoo," Dad suggested, "Maybe a tramp stamp on my lower back."

 "No, Puppy," I said firmly, "Tramp stamps are over. Don't do it. If you get tired of this Prince Albert, you can take it out and let it heal. A tramp stamp might look cool today, but in 10 years, it would just be a joke."

 Dad unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He turned around and lowered his underwear to under his balls. He wanted this to be a big reveal. He said, "I hope you like this, Daddy," and he turned around.

 I blinked. I had been prepared to hate it, and to tell my Dad that. I had been prepared to command him to take it out and let the piercing hole start to heal. But after I saw it, I couldn't do that anymore. Because I could see that Dad was nervous, but I could also see the pride in his face. The jewelry is simple. It's a round "horseshoe semicircle, with two ball ends. The first ball was at just at the bottom of the crown of dad's cock. Just at the base of his foreskin, on the inside. That's where the piercing is. Dad was holding his foreskin down, to show off his jewelry. There was a pink steel bead there. And just peeking out of his pee-slit was a curved pink bar with another pink ball, but this one also a smooth, rounded, pink gemstone set in it.



I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and kissed the pretty pink stone and the tip of my father's hard cock. Dad gasped, "Oh God! Master, do you like it?"

 "I love it, Puppy Boi," I said, and I gave the pink stone a playful flick with my tongue.

 Dad screamed and jumped back, "Oh FUCK! NO! Bobby no! Ow. Shit, OW! I should have warned you, Master. It's my fault! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

 "Did I hurt you, Dad?" I was worried. 

 "FUCK! Yes! It's not your fault. Dr. Shapiro warned me that it would be sensitive for about a week. I've been icing it and giving it warm salt water soaks. And taking lots of acetaminophen. But I left my pills in my car before the Police took me in for questioning. My cock was throbbing before. But when you flicked the stone with your tongue..." Dad started laughing from the pain. "Jesus, that hurt! I should have warned you."

 "I'm sorry I hurt you, Puppy. How long will your cock be out of commission?" I asked.

 "It's not totally out of commission, Daddy. I can still masturbate carefully. And I can cum if someone licks my shaft or is careful about how they stimulate the head. Dr. Shapiro said I should be able to fuck pussy in about ten days to two weeks, but I'll have to wear a condom for at least six weeks. And I probably won't be able to have anal sex with the Prince Albert in at all. And I won't be able to take it out and put it back in for maybe four to six months. At that point I'll be ready to go up a size if I want. But that would start the process all over again."

 I made an exaggerated pout. "So you're telling me I'm going to have to wait at least four months before I can feel my father fuck me up the ass?"

 My father's head snapped around. And he looked at me sideways. "You're kidding. Right, Master?" I shrugged. "Oh, Jesus. You're not kidding. You would really let me fuck you, Sir? Oh, Gods! I didn't even think of that. I'm such an idiot! Oh, Jesus, I'm so sorry. I'll take it out right now. It will heal in a few days. It will be like I never had it."

 I stood and hugged my dad. "You will do no such thing, Red" I commanded. "I love your pretty cock-ring, Puppy. I find it exciting. And I can wait for you to fuck my ass, Red. Four months, or six months: it's not that long to wait. I can be the first ass you plug after you're able to take out that ring."

 Dad gave me a shy grin. "Can you be the second, Sir? I already promised Dr. Eugene that his would be the first ass I would fuck."

 I laughed and kissed my dad on the lips, just a brief peck. And I helped him put his cock back in his pants and zip up. I said, "I have to wait? I'm number two on your Gay Ass-Fucking Dance Card, Sissi-Boi? Well, aren't you the little slut!" I joked.

 "I'm bad, Daddy." My father grinned. "I know it. You'll have to spank my ass and then fuck it hard later, Sir. That is, if you still want that too?"

 "Do you think that would be OK, with your new bit of jewelry? "

 "Oh yeah, Bobby. Mistress Terri and Nurse Nancy stopped by the Office today." Dad took my hand and we started walking back to the car. "They blindfolded me, tied me to my desk standing. And then the both fucked my ass with a big strap on dildo. It was shaped like a giant thermometer. They said they were talking my temperature. They made me bend over and eat pussy too."

 "Wow! That sounds like a wild scene."

 "Oh yes, my Little Mistress is so creative. This was the third time this week she's stopped by on my lunch hour. And today was the best and the wildest yet!"

 "The third time? She would have to be skipping school to do that."

 "Terri says she's got Lunch and then a study period back to back, and then Physical Education. And she got a doctor's note saying she pulled a muscle, so her Gym Teacher doesn't mind her being absent."

 "Dr. Shapiro is helping my Kitten skip school?"

 "I didn't say that, Sir. You did not hear that from me." Dad smiled and kissed my cheek and got back in the car.

 I got in the car and started it up. "You're all a bunch of naughty sex-monkeys. What am I going to do with you all!"

 Dad laughed, "You could fuck me up the ass, Daddy, while I'm blindfolded. And force me to pleasure my Mistresses with my mouth. And then guess who I was pleasuring."

 "That's not a punishment, Red. That's like your wet dream."

 "I know, Sir. I'm just letting you know what it was."

 I shook my head. Then I told Dad, "Where is Nancy? I should have asked to talk to her at the Station."

 "No, Sir. I'm glad you didn't. The less the Family is involved in this, the less suspicious it will seem to the Police. I told Nancy to call Terri. And I told Terri to ask Stephanie if Nancy could stay with her for a while."

 "Stephanie?" I scoured my brain to make a connection. "Stephanie Bahl? You're secretary?"

 "My Personal Assistant," Dad corrected me, "And she's put in her notice. She quits at the end of the month. But...I don't want her to move, now that she's my new little submissive slut." Dad said it matter-of-factly.

 I was driving down that switchback lane that leads from the Bluff Park Parking lot back to the road. I slammed on the breaks, bouncing my dad around. I shouted, "No!" Then I looked at my dad. "Put on your god damned seat-belt, Red...and stop taking submissives! God! Why do I even have to say this?"

 Dad smiled. "I know, I should have been wearing my seatbelt."

 "It's not about the seat-belt, Red!" 

 "I was making a joke, Bobby."

 I got to the bottom of the hill. "Which direction? Where's your car?"

 "Right. Not far. But I forgot the address. I can probably find it." Dad was flustered.

 "Why the fuck don't you know where your car is, Dad?"

 "I used my GPS on the phone to find Nancy's House. It's in the Morningside Neighborhood. Near the school. Do you know where that is?"

 "I used to deliver papers there when I was in High School. Why don't you have your phone, Dad?

 "I broke my phone, using it as a weapon against, Bill Stockton. He's a very large man. Taller than you, Bobby. And he must weigh more than 300 pounds."

 "Holy shit. Did he hurt you?"

 "He didn't have a chance." Dad said, without bragging. He was just stating a fact. "He's big. But he's slow. And he hasn't had any training, outside of Military Basic I think. He's not even a boxer. He came at me like an ox. So, I tagged him under the chin with my phone. I thought I could stun him, and it did, but it didn't put him out like it should have. I'm not as good as I think. Then, I sidestepped him and spun him so that he ended up coming down on the coffee table. It had a glass top that shattered. and Mr. Stockton ended up sort of sitting in the hole in the middle of it. I told him to stay there until the Police arrived. He said I was bluffing. And that even if the Police came, I had broken into his home and killed his wife before he found me and shot me."

 I was stunned. "He said that to you?"

 "I had told Nancy to run outside and wait for the Police. There were no witnesses other than me. I think he thought he could muscle his way to one of his guns, kill me, and then strangle Nancy. I think he was planning to kill us both and blame it all on me. The man is evil, and I'm not sad that I killed him." I think Dad was trying to reassure himself of that. Maybe he felt guilty.

 "He's not dead, Dad."

 "He's not dead yet," Dad corrected me, "But, I hope he will be soon."

 "How did you know the Police would be there so fast?"

 "I had called them. I have a college buddy; he's a Police Dispatcher. I partially explained the situation, that my friend has an abusive husband and had caught him cheating. She was going to confront him, but was worried that he would get violent. I was going to stay out of it, if I could, but that if I called, the Police should get to 3454 Wilshire Lane. I just remembered the address. Isn't that funny?"

 "Hilarious, Dad."

 "So, I had the Police set on speed dial. I said that if I heard Nancy scream, I would call the Police, come in and distract Bill long enough for them to arrive. He's threatened her before, you know. And my buddy had made sure there was a patrol car in the neighborhood."

 "OK. So you knew he couldn't shoot you. You weren't in any real danger."

 "No, Bobby. I knew then that if the Police came, as soon as he got out of jail, Nancy's life would be in danger. So would mine and probably your mother's too. So, I hit him with the corner of my phone between the fourth and fifth ribs on his left side, just below the heart. And I focused my Chi into the Whirlwind of Spears. I think he felt that, not just because I knocked the wind out of him, but because his eyes became hollow. Still, he didn't pass out. With a smaller man, I might have fractured his rib and punctured his heart or lung. I'm not sure I even left more than a bruise. But the Chi Attack fried my phone. It's dead. And then, when Mr. Stockton tried to get up again, I gave him a Tiger Strike to the temple with my phone. That shattered the screen, my phone is toast. But that knocked Bill "The Bull" Stockton out cold. I called Nancy inside. I told her that the Police were going to arrest Bill, and maybe me too. But that wouldn't be enough unless we both pressed charges and she filed for an order of protection. I said that we should stick with a version of the truth that left everybody else out of the story, especially Terri. I said that I was just a friend who met her at her work and was concerned about Nancy's safety. So I had agreed to call the Police if things got ugly when she told him she was leaving him and getting a divorce."

 "Is that the truth, Dad? Is she getting a divorce?"

 "No, " Dad shook his head, "I don't think so. Nancy Stockton is too scared to leave her husband. She's afraid he will hurt her and her kid. But I told her that I could protect her. And I hope I didn't lie. But she has to leave Bill, Master. She can't stay at their home and wait for him to get out of jail, because I'm sure he would come and kill her if she did."

 I paused at a stop sign and turned to Dad. "Do you love her?"

 Dad look at me and sighed. "Yes. She's my submissive. I have to take care of her. But I don't love her like your mother. Not like Mistress Sondra. And not even like Terri. More like Sally. Sally is my submissive, but not my Primary. Your mother is my wife, my one true love. My first. And hopefully my last. She is my Primary, my everything. Even if she divorces me, we will still be married in my heart forever. Mistress Sondra I've already started to think of like a daughter. I love her because you love her. And Terri, well, I've grown up thinking of her as family, like a niece. And now she is my Mistress. I can't refuse her anything. She's a Sex Goddess in my mind."




The Blue Life Ch. 24: Dim Mak



"She's just a nerdy, High School Senior, Dad."

 "She's a Goddess, Bobby!" Dad insisted, "She's my little Goddess. On Monday, after the Doctor's Office. She had me bring Nancy to the Lace Boudoir, and I bought Nancy some lingerie, like I did for Terri and Sally. Not as much, just a few things. Then Terri and Nancy pulled me into Sunny's office. And Terri ate my ass, and Nancy licked my balls,. Terri commanded me to masturbate into the panties Stephanie Bahl gave me."

 "How did you find out they were Mrs. Bahl's?"

 "That was Terri's doing. She's very clever. That's why she had me cum in the panties. Because she took them from me. The next day, on Tuesday, Terri showed up at my work with Sally. Terri said she had a treat for her two favorite submissives. She had Sally take off her wraparound dress. Underneath, Sally was wearing a rather old fashioned girdle and a nursing bra."

 "That's sounds weird but sort of hot."

 "It was wonderful. But it wasn't exactly sexy. Terri told her mother, Sally, to just sit down on one side of the couch. Then Terri had me strip down to just my undershirt, boxers and socks. I had to lie down on the couch and put my head in Sally's lap. Terri wanted Sally to nurse me. I had to suckle at Sally's breast. I was supposed to pretend like I was feeding, really suck, not try to excite Sally. And Sally was supposed to just talk to me, like I was her baby. Not like a lover, just her baby boy."

 "What did Terri do during this?"

 "She surfed the web on my computer. And she wandered around the office for a bit. I think that's when she planted her trap for Stephanie Bahl."

 "What did Terri do?" I asked.

 "It was a pretty bold move. But Stephanie had gone off to lunch. So Terri put the panties that I had found in my secret drawer on Monday, and that Terri and Nancy had helped me cum in the night before, still messy with my juices, into a sandwich bag. Then she put that in Stephanie's desk drawer with a Post-It Note that read, 'VERY RELAXING! THANK YOU! XOXO' Then she put another new pair of panties in her drawer next to that, with a note that read, 'AGAIN, TOMORROW? PLEASE! XOXO'"

 "Where did the other pair of panties come from?"

 "Terri had me buy them at the Lace Boudoir the night before. We got them in the same size and a similar style as the first pair."

 "That was a crazy and stupid thing to do. What if Mrs. Bahl wasn't your Secret Admirer?"

 "Then there was no name on the notes, nothing to link the anonymous panties back to me," Dad said, as if he thought the idea was clever. 

 "Except your DNA on the panties, Dad!" I was disgusted. "Come on, Red! Think! Terri could have opened up a Sexual Harassment Lawsuit for you." I was really angry with them both.

 "But she didn't, Bobby! She got me another beautiful submissive instead! Terri is my Mistress. And she has already brought me some of the most exciting and sexually fulfilling and emotionally satisfying experiences of my life. This week has been amazing! I don't know where this relationship with Stephanie Bahl is leading, but it's not going to end up in court. Turn left here." I just looked at Dad. I had been driving on auto-pilot, not paying much attention to where we were going. "Left, right there," Dad said, pointing. I turned left.

 "So, on Tuesday, Terri brought her mother in, and you pretended to nurse from her for how long?"

 "It was forty to fifty minutes. I think Terri wanted me to do twenty minutes on each side. She had told us not to get sexual, but Sally had an intense orgasm as I nursed from her left side. When we were done, Terri asked what we thought of the experience. And we both said we loved it. Terri said that she was thinking about inducing Sally's milk to come in again, by having Sally pump and nurse three times a day, but that would involve a commitment to actually drink from Sally regularly. Sally was apprehensive about the prospect. She didn't know what Dennis or you might think. She said that when she was nursing, her breasts were even larger. I found the idea extremely exciting, but said that I couldn't see myself nursing from Sally more than one or two times a week, unless she was living with us." Dad interrupted himself, "Right here, Bobby. Turn right."

 I turned the car. I tried to let what my Dad said sink in. "Sally was excited by the idea of nursing you and Terri."

 "Not just me and Terri. You and Dennis too! Maybe Blue. Maybe Dr. Eugene. Sally enjoyed our pretend session. And the idea of making that real again, of bringing her milk down again was both exciting and daunting for her. Do you see my car up ahead?"

 "So what happened yesterday."

 "Yesterday, I found another pair of panties in my drawer. I texted Little Mistress right away, because she told me to do that. Then, when our playtime came, She told me to strip naked and lie down on my couch. Then she put a blindfold and earphones on me. She handed me the panties and told me to smell them and play with myself. I was also supposed to say whatever fantasies came into my head about my secret admirer."

 "And you did that?" I asked, as I parked behind Dad's car.

 Dad unbuckled his belt leaned over and kissed me on the lips. His hand came to the back of my neck, and his kiss intensified. His mouth opened and his tongue brushed my lips and teeth. It was the most aggressively I'd ever been kissed by my father. And I have to admit, I responded. It was thrilling. But as quickly as it started, Dad broke the kiss, saying, "I'm sorry, Master. It's probably the adrenalin, and telling you about my sexual adventures this week. But you just look so yummy. But we need to hold that thought. Because I have to make some quick phone calls. May I use your phone, Master?"

 I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, thumbed in the security code, and handed it to Dad. "Here you go."

 Dad dialed a number from memory, and I heard it ring twice. Then Dad spoke, "Hello. It's your Puppy, Mistress...No, I'm fine. I had to use Bobby's phone because mine broke in the fight. How is Nancy?...Yes, well I would imagine. Did she have her cheek X-Rayed?...That's good. But Dr. Eugene should probably look at it too, just in case. Where are you now?...No, don't take Nancy home. I think Bill Stockton will be in jail at least overnight, but if he gets a hold of a good lawyer, we can't count on that...Yes, he's that dangerous...Take Nancy to see Dr. Eugene. Then try to convince both of them to come with you to Stephanie's house...Because I think that would be the safest place. And we need to meet and plan a strategy. I will call Stephanie and let her know you're coming. Do you have her address?...Good, go there now, Mistress...I know it's late, but this is important...I don't have time to argue, Mistress."

 I took the phone from Dad. I said, "Terri-Kitten? This is your Master."

 There was a pause on the phone as Terri switched mental gears. She stammered, "Ye-Yes. I mean, hello, Sir."

 "Listen and obey. No arguments, little slut. Take Nurse Nancy, go pick up Dr. Shapiro and bring them both to Stephanie Bahl's house. Do you know where that is?"

 "No, sir. I don't," Terri answered.

 "Neither do I. But, I will text you her address and phone number in a bit. And Tell Nancy and Dr. Shapiro it's an order from their Master, the Head of the Family. No if or ands or buts. This is too important. Understand?"

 "Uhm, no, Sir," Terri said,. "But I can do what you tell me without always needing to understand."

 "God, that was the perfect thing to say right now, Kitten. I love you so much," I told Terri.

 Terri said, "I love you too, Daddy," and she hung up the phone. 

 I looked at Dad. "What's next, Master Red?"

 "Next, I have to call Stephanie Bahl and let her know that we are going to invade her house tonight. But I don't know her number, and my contacts are in my phone."

 I dialed home. Mom picked up on the first ring. She must have been sitting right next to the phone, waiting for news. She didn't even say, "Hello." She answered, "Is Andrew alright? Is your father hurt?"

 "Red's fine, Blue," I assured her, "Dad is fine. But Blue, I need you to listen and obey without question right now. We need to work fast."

 Blue didn't hesitate. "Yes, Master."

 "Get a pen and paper, because I'm going to make a list," I said. 

 There was a scrambling at the other end of the phone. Then Mom said, "Got it."

 "First, I need Stephanie Bahl's home phone number and address. It's in Dad's Rolodex on his desk. Just text me that before you do anything else. Then, I want you to call your Lawyers and get one of them to meet us at Mrs. Bahl's house. I want you there too. Call your Private Detective and see if they can meet us there too. Otherwise, set up appointments for tomorrow. Grab a woman's and a man's robe. And if you've got some new toothbrushes bring those with you."

 "Oh my god, Bobby! What's going on? Is Andrew with you? Is he all right? Can I talk to him?"

 "Dad is here. Dad is safe. But we are working against time here, Blue. I need you to listen and obey. Quickly. Here's Dad." I handed the phone over.

 Dad said, "Things will be alright, Marjorie...No, I'm not hurt...Yes, of course. I love you too, Vixen. But you need to get over to Mrs. Bahl's as fast as you can. Don't get stopped for speeding. But get there...I don't care how you are dressed. Don't waste time changing clothes...I love you, Marjorie. I'll see you soon...Yes, I promise, Blue."

 I grabbed the phone from Dad and shut my eyes. I looked at my phone, trying to think of who to dial next. I pulled up Sunny's number and called her. The phone didn't even ring. "Master, what can I do?" was how she answered the phone.

 "I love you, Sunny." I said.

 "Eugene told me that Nancy's husband attacked Red. And that Red was arrested, along with Nancy's husband. I've been waiting on your call. I wanted to call before this. But I figured you were busy, Robbie."

 I said, "I have been. And things are very serious. Are you busy right now, can I come pick you up?"

 "Yes, certainly. I've been very worried. So Sophie was kind enough to distract me with wine and good company," Sunny said.

 "Is she still there, Kitten? I need to talk to her."

 "Yes, of course, Sir. She's eating my pussy right now." I had to shake my head. Dang! Then, I heard Sunny say, "Robbie wants to talk to you, Kitten." There was some muffled sounds of the phone getting handed over, or pushed back and forth between them.

 Then Sophie came on the line. She said, "Uh, hi, Robbie. It's not like it sounds. I mean...what it was..."

 I interrupted. "Sophie, I'm very glad that you are with Sunny. I don't care what you were doing with her. I trust you both. I'm very glad she called you, 'Kitten.' Because I think I might need your help with something. My family is in trouble. And I'm calling in favors from friends, even if I don't deserve any...Kitten." I emphasized that last word. I wanted to let Sophie know that if she had chosen to be a submissive, I was willing to take her on as a Dominant. 

 "Is this a sex thing, uh, Sir?" She asked honestly.

 "No, Sophie. My father is in danger. Have you met Nurse Nancy yet?"

 "Yes, Sir. She came by the Shop on Monday. And I saw her again at the Doctor's Office yesterday. I like her. She's hot and Terri's new girlfriend. I really fucked that up with Terri. I know. And now I'm jealous beyond all reason. But that's not Nancy's fault."

 I laughed. "I'm glad you feel that way, Sophe. Because, Nancy is in danger too. And I think we might need your help. Can you and Sondra finish up and be ready to go in ten minutes? I'll pick you both up then. You're both at the Shop. Upstairs, right.?"

 "Yes, Sir," Sophie said, "We will be waiting for you behind the store in ten minutes." Then Sophie added, "My make-up might be messed up, Robbie."

 "Sophie, you are naturally gorgeous. Get over it. Ten minutes." And I hung up the phone.

 Dad leaned and hugged my arm. "Another Vixen for the Family, Master?"

 "Sophie is a Lesbian" I informed my Dad, "She may Red Card all men."

 "Still, she's beautiful. And she loves Mistress Terri. I really like her, Bobby," Dad told me.

 "So do I," I said, as my phone buzzed. It was a text from Mom. She had found Mrs. Bahl's phone number and address and texted them to me. I handed the phone to Dad. "Call Mrs. Bahl, Dad. Let her know she is going to have company."

 Dad took the phone and dialed Mrs. Bahl. The phone rang seven times. I thought an answering machine would pick up after three rings. Dad said, "Hello, Mrs. Bahl. I mean, Hello, Stephanie. This is Andrew MacMillan...yes, I guess you would recognize the voice...no, it's my son's phone. I broke mine this evening in a fight...Yes...Yes, I was at the Police Station. No, I wasn't hurt. But Nancy Stockton was injured...Her cheek. And it was her abusive husband...Stephanie, this is serious. We need your help...Well, for starters, we need to meet to decide what to do next. Bill Stockton, Nancy's husband threatened to kill both me and her...No. It wasn't about that at all. He knows nothing about that. But, I'm afraid Bill Stockton might be released from Police custody and come looking for either me or Nancy...Yes, I was hoping you would say that, Stephanie. You're a gem. So, Nancy, Terri and Nancy's Boss, Dr. Eugene Shapiro will be coming to your house...No, I will be coming there too. So will just a few more people. We need to meet somewhere. And if Nancy's husband gets out of prison, I'm afraid he will come looking for her at her work or my house...Yes, we can't risk that, which is why I thought of you, Stephanie...No. No. You don't have to clean up. You don't have to serve anything. This isn't a social event...Yes. Yes. Absolutely...Well, besides who I have mentioned there will be my wife...No, I told you already, Marjorie will love you. We have an--we have an unconventional marriage now, Stephanie...Trust me, Sweetie...OK...Yes. My son, my Son's fiancee, and her new girlfriend...Yes, that's what I said. Oh, and there may be a lawyer and a private detective that stop by too...It could be a late night, Sweetie, but you can take the whole day off tomorrow...No. No cheese tray, Kitten. You can brew some coffee. And open a bottle of wine if you like...Yes. Yes, I liked that part too...No. You won't have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, Kitten...Mistress Terri taught you the Safe Words...Yes...Yes...Of course, I look forward to that too...but first we will have to wait for me to heal, and then, if you don't want to use a condom, you'll need to get tested by Dr. Shapiro...You don't have to wait that long, Sweetie...There's always Dr. Shapiro. He's older, but very pleasant...and then there's my Master. He's younger. Tall, muscular and very handsome...You don't have to. But you are going to get to meet him tonight...Yes, he's coming too. Didn't I mention him?...OK. Well, if you want me to get there first, I need to hang up...Yes, Sweetie...You don't have to say it, but you can...Of course. I'm so happy. I love you too, Kitten...Things will work themselves out. But I have to hang up. I will see you very soon." And Dad hung up the phone and handed it back to me.

 "She loves you." It was a statement. I wasn't telling my Dad anything he didn't know.

 "We have always been good friends, excellent co-workers. The sexual element just adds another dimension to that."

 "And she is your submissive, Red?"

 "She doesn't know anything about Bondage or submission. So, I would like to guide her slowly into that. Mistress Terri has other ideas. I think she will want to move too quickly and might scare Stephanie off to Florida."

 "She had planned to move to Florida, Dad."

 "If she doesn't change her plans, I can live with that. But, I hope she changes her plans."

 "Because you love her."

 "Not like your mother. More like Sally. Yes, I want Stephanie Bahl in my Den of Vixens." 

 "Foxes aren't naturally polyamorous, Red," I kidded him.

 "This one is, Sir," and he leaned over and kissed me again, his hand briefly and casually caressing my hard cock through my jeans. Then he broke the kiss and got out of the car. "I will see you at Mrs. Bahl's house. The address in on your phone. I know how to get there."

 "OK, Dad. I will be there as fast as I can. I need to pick up Sunny and Sophie on the way."

 "Thank you for your help, Bobby. I will see you soon." Dad closed the door. And he walked towards his car. I touched my cock, thinking about punishing him, and taking his ass hard. I shook my head. My cock needed some attention badly. I contemplated just jerking off in the car. But, maybe there would be time for some relief when I got to Sondra's place. I should give Dad a chance to smooth things out with Mom and Stephanie Bahl. 

 Dad got in his own car, and drove off, straight ahead. 

 I started my car and turned around in a driveway. Then, I headed back towards Sondra's. The whole night had me on edge. And I needed to cum badly. I smiled, thinking of my new girlfriend.



The Blue Life Ch. 25: Amethyst



The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality and homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character is 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 24 left off. Thanks to John and Jake for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into future chapters. Over the last year, I've written 24 chapters of The Blue Life. I don't know how many chapters I will get to this year. But the story is far from over.

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I drove toward my girlfriend Sondra's place. My cock was rock hard and my balls were aching. I had to admit that kissing my father and seeing his new Prince Albert had got me very excited. Then he began telling me about his sexual adventures with Terri. Terri is my dad's eighteen year old goddaughter. She's only a high school senior. She's a virgin, and she has promised her first fuck to me. But she's also my father's primary Dominatrix it seems. And her being technically a virgin, that doesn't mean she hasn't been having a lot of sex, and it seems like much of it has been with my father. I wasn't jealous of either of them. But I was envious. Here it was Thursday evening, and I hadn't really had sex in nearly three days! For me, especially recently, that is quite a long time. But, I had a marathon of sex over the previous weekend. I had taken FIVE new submissives into my stable, my family, my harem. (I'm still not sure what to call my gaggle of BDSM lovers.) But, mid-terms were this week, so I had to study. There was a late-night study session in the Student Union on Tuesday. Then I had to finish a paper on Wednesday night. 

And my girlfriend Sunny was busy training our kittens in the ways of sexual submission. She had worked with Terri on Monday. My mother on Tuesday. And Sally Whitehall last night. Sunny and I had met for lunch on Tuesday. I brought submarine sandwiches and we shared a soda. We ate in her apartment and she quickly blew me before I had to leave and get to a computer lab. But I didn't even get a chance to make her cum too. She said she was submissive and perfectly fine with that, but I wasn't.

Anyway, I was mildly frustrated, check that, my frustrations were more than mild. Sunny and I were going to have a date tonight. But my dad got pulled into the police station after beating up Nancy Stockton's husband. Dad says that he has actually killed Bill Stockton; it's just that Mr. Stockton hasn't realized he's dead yet. I don't get it. Dad says it's Dim Mak, "The Death Touch." It sounded all like crazy talk to me. But Dad was completely earnest. He believes it. And Dad has convinced me that even if Bill Stockton is about to die, he is still seriously dangerous, and that Nancy and my father's lives are in peril if Bill Stockton gets out of jail.

I don't know what to believe. But I've called for an emergency meeting with all my subs at the home of Stephanie Bahl, my father's secretary and possibly his newest submissive. I also asked my mother to see if she could get her lawyers and private investigators involved. I have a feeling we are going to need them.

I pulled into the alley behind "The Lace Boudoir," the lingerie shop my girlfriend owns and manages. I stepped out of the car and dialed her phone. She answered, "We'll be right out, Master," and hung up before I could say anything. But the back door opened almost immediately. My girlfriend hadn't been waiting up in her apartment, but at the bottom of the stairs. She knew I was in a rush. Or maybe she didn't...

Sondra backed out of the door wearing yoga pants and a crop-top sweatshirt. She had on cross-trainer shoes. And her hair was pulled back and up in a single ponytail. I got a great view of her high, flat ass in her tight, formfitting pants. That made me groan and touch my hard cock through my pants. God, I couldn't wait to fuck her again. And this time, we both had a clean bill of health from the Doctor. We could fuck bareback, without a condom.

Then, Sondra backed up a little farther, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't believe what Sunny was leading out of her back door! Sunny had a leash in one hand and a riding crop in the other. The leash was attached to a collar around the neck of a gorgeous, submissive woman. I didn't recognize the woman at first, because she appeared about as tall as Sondra, about 5'10". But then, I realized she was wearing four inch heeled boots with an inch and a half platform at the sole. The boots came up to just below the knee. The boots were decorated with O-Rings, and there was a chain, connected to the rings, running between her calves, hobbling her. The chain was short enough so that it didn't hit the ground, but just barely long enough to make stairs manageable, with some assistance. She also had on a black latex mini dress. I could see black fishnet stockings, between the boots and the hem of the skirt. But she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, because the neckline of the dress plunged, almost to her navel. Around her waist was a bright red sash, tied in a bow, like a decoration on a gift. The sash was around her waist, but the bow was off to the side, on her left hip. She had on a black collar with silver or chrome studs. And on top of her head were pointed cat ears! Her hair was dark. I couldn't really tell the shade in darkness of the alley. She was wearing a black leather blindfold, and a black leather ball-gag with a cherry-red ball in her mouth. The ball was the same red shade as the bow around her waist, and the red satin of the inside of her cat ears. I noticed later that it was also the same shade of red on the soles of her feet.

Her nipples were erect and hard. The latex halter top of her dress only emphasized this bound submissive's excitement, and only heightened my own arousal. Her hands were behind her back, bound in some way I couldn't see at first. But as Sandra guided the bound woman down the steps, talking her down and leading her with the crop, I glimpsed that her wrists were cuffed behind her back. She also had on a realistic looking cat-tail that came out of a split in the back of the dress. The tail curved up and to her right. 

I walked over to help Sunny guide the submissive down the stairs. She was having a bit of difficulty with her legs hobbled and her hands bound behind her back. Sunny had her sub turn around and come down the stairs backwards. As she backed down the stairs, I had to admire this woman's ass in her tight, black latex skirt! The cat's tail wagged in my face. And I knew that it was connected to a butt plug. I figured the masked submissive must be Sunny's friend and employee Sophie Winters, except Sophie doesn't look ANYTHING like this! For one thing, Sophie has a completely different hair style and hair color. Upon stepping closer, I noticed that her hair color was some sort of deep, multilayered purple! And her hair was in a short bob, covering her ears, but just coming down to her neck.

On the last step from the loading dock down to the back alley, the bound submissive's heel missed the step. She stumbled, screamed into the ball gag, spun on her toe, and fell into my arms. Which was lucky, because she would have ended up face first on the ground. She smelled of spices, and fresh sex. It was heady. And her breasts pressed into my chest. My hands found the curve of her butt cheeks, as I helped her gain her feet by pulling and steadying her against me. I'm sure she could feel my hard cock, pressing against my pants. God! This was getting ridiculous. I needed some relief, badly! 

The submissive stiffened in my arms at first. She was blindfolded and had just tumbled off a step. But, even as her muscles relaxed, I could still feel her trembling. She moaned or maybe whimpered a little into her ball-gag. I couldn't tell if she was excited, frightened, or some combination of the two. I tried to imagine how I would feel being trussed up and led around blindfolded and gagged.

I joked, "Well, hello there! It's nice to meet you too."

Sunny stood beside us. She put a hand on my back and one on the submissive's back and pressed us both even closer together. She said, "Daddy, I have a special gift for you. She is from all the kittens in your stable. This is Amethyst, and she is going to be your newest slut, your slave, and your little whore. She really wants to be your kitten."

My cock throbbed as Sunny said, "slut, slave, whore and kitten." And Amethyst moaned and trembled, but I could not tell if it was in excitement or fear. 

So I leaned in close, and I whispered in her ear, "Amethyst. That's a lovely name." Amethyst seemed to relax a little in my arms. I thought Amethyst, was Sophie Winters, my girlfriend's coworker. But, frankly, I wasn't positive. First, the dim light, blindfold and ball-gag masked her features. Second, Sophie is a Lesbian. Third. Sophie has longer, light brown, almost blonde hair that comes past her shoulders. Amethyst's hair is a rich shade of purple, amethyst, I guess. (Duh.) I wondered if her pubic hair was dyed amethyst as well. On second thought, I knew that it was, because that would excite me, and Sunny knows that. Sophie's style is sort of hippie-ish. Like she could be working in an Organic Foods Co-Op. But Amethyst seemed to have walked straight out of my own wet dreams. The high boots. The latex outfit. The dress was something similar to something my mother and I had "window-shopped" for online. Then I realized, the boots and dress were probably my mother's! The hair was probably contributed by Terri, my teen-sub with bright blue hair. The cat tail and ears, that was my father's touch. And the ball gag and blindfold were there from my girlfriend, Mistress Sunny. She is the Queen of BDSM as far as I'm concerned. Hell, as far as nearly anyone I've met in this neighborhood is concerned. I whispered again, "Sophie, you are Amethyst. Right?" 

Amethyst hummed, "Mmm-hmm?" and hesitantly nodded.

I looked to Sunny. "Why is she blindfolded and gagged?"

"Amethyst is frightened," Sunny explained.

"I can tell," I said. I lightly kissed Amethyst's cheek, trying to reassure her. "She's trembling."

"Amethyst was afraid of how you might react seeing her. She is afraid of being rejected. She desperately wants to please you, Daddy. So, the blindfold is to calm her nerves. And that gag and cuffs and leg chain are so she doesn't accidentally say or do the wrong thing. She doesn't want to displease you in any way."

Suddenly, the ball gag was in the way. I whispered, "Don't say anything, Kitten, just respond, 'Yes,' or, 'No.' This will be easy. I promise." I reached behind Amethyst's head and unfastened the gag, and I tossed it to Sunny. I held out my hand and said, "I need to hold her leash." Sunny handed the leash to me. She also gave me the riding crop she was holding. I noticed that the handle was an eight inch long, black, silicon dildo. The dildo was very firm, like the shaft of the crop went up inside the dildo. 

Amethyst was licking and nervously biting her lips. They were in a similar shade of purple to match her hair. I was certain her fingernails and toenails would match as well. 

I whispered. "Do you want to be my kitten, Kitten?"

Amethyst nodded. And then choked, "Yes, but-" 

I cut her off by kissing her lips lightly. I said, "No 'buts.' Do you want me to be your Master, your Daddy, your Sir?"

She nodded again. And quickly said, "Yes, but-"

And I cut her off again with another kiss, this time a bit more passionately, and she responded. My right hand held the leash and cupped her ass. My left hand dropped the crop and came up to reach inside her latex top and caress her right breast, teasing her nipple. Amethyst moaned into my kiss. "Then from now on," I stated, "You will answer, 'Yes, Sir! Yes, Daddy!' or 'Yes, Master.' And no more saying, 'But.' Do you understand, Amethyst?"

"Yes, Sir," Amethyst responded, "Do I really belong to you now, just like that? Just like Mistress Sunny, and Mistress Terri?"

"I own you now, Amethyst. You are mine. Mistress Sunny has given you to me, and I look forward to giving you pleasure and using you for my pleasure. Are you eager to please me?" I asked.

Amethyst replied, "Yes, but-", and this time I pinched and twisted her nipple hard. "Ow. FUCK! Oh, I'm sorry, uh, Robbie, I mean, Sir."

"Don't say, 'But'," I reminded her.

"I know, Sir. It's just that I'm broken. And I fear that I can't please you the way you expect. I'm scared I will be too much trouble to train and that you won't want me." Amethyst/Sophie was on the edge of tears.

I reached down, and grabbed her ass with both hands. I roughly pulled her against my pelvis and pressed my hard cock against her, making sure she could feel it. "Doesn't that feel like I want you?" I snarled.

Amethyst squealed. "Oh, God! Robbie! Master! Sir! Daddy! Please don't hurt me!"

"I'm not going to hurt you, Kitten. I just wanted to show you how excited you make me, how much I want you. How glad I am to get this present."

"Sir, please. I need to explain something. I'm a crazy bitch. I'm broken inside. You can't fuck me, Robbie. At least not yet...uh...Master. Please, I want that so bad, but I don't think I can, Sir. Not now. Not yet."

Sunny stepped toward us, "Sophie, do you want me to explain?" she asked.

I held up a finger to Sunny's lips to quiet her. She shut up and playfully sucked on the tip of my finger, making me moan a little. How did I end up with the sexiest Woman alive as my girlfriend? And, how did she end up GIVING me another insanely sexy woman as a submissive gift? The whole scene was nuts! I told Sunny, "I need to hear this from Amethyst, Sunny. Go put your hands on the hood of the car, and expose your ass. When we're done, I'm going to spank you for interrupting your Daddy."

Sunny smiled, and simply said, "Yes, Sir." Then she put the ball gag in her own mouth and buckled it behind her head. She walked over to my car, set down her purse, pulled her pants down to expose her perfect, high, flat ass. She bent over and placed her hands on the back hatch of my car. She looked over her shoulder to see if I approved. I smiled and nodded.

Then I turned back to Amethyst. "Tell me, little one, what makes you think you are broken? Why do you fear I will reject you?"

Amethyst took a deep breath. It pressed her nipples against the latex of her dress. She was excited. But she also struggled with her cuffs and shuffled her feet, making the chain between her legs rattle. Then she began, "You can't fuck me, Sir. Even though I'm very wet right now. I'm very excited. But, I have a Penis Phobia, Sir. Penises irrationally frighten me. When I felt your cock press against me. It just felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack and die, Sir." 

"So? You're just saying that you're a Lesbian. I can accept that, Kitten. We'll find ways to share you with the other Women in our Family. I can understand that."

"Gods, no! Daddy! Please! I really want your cock! For real. I need it so bad! I want so much more than that too! It's just-It's just-I have this condition, and maybe you're the only one who can help me, Master." There was an edge in her voice. 

I stopped Amethyst with a kiss, because she was starting to speak faster and faster, and it was all going past me. I didn't understand it. I was surprised when she kissed me back, passionately, almost desperately. Our tongues played together, and I held her closely. Well, as closely as I could without pressing my hard cock against her. I didn't want her to panic again. I broke the kiss, and told her, "Slow down, Kitten. I don't understand what's going on."

Amethyst licked her lips. "God! It's been so long since I've really kissed a boy! Sondra said you were the best kisser. And now, I believe her, Daddy."

I gave Amethyst a quick peck, "Thank you, Sweetie. But slow down, and explain."

Amethyst smiled and then a pained expression came onto her lips, as if just speaking about this hurt her. She said, "I have Traumatic Psychosomatic Vaginismus brought on by PTSD, Robbie, I mean Sir-Daddy. That's my diagnosis. It boils down to an irrational fear of cock. And the fact that my pussy clamps down tighter than Fort Knox if anyone tries to fuck me with a penis."

"When was the last time someone tried?" I asked.

"Eight years ago. A psychotherapist I was seeing said that the best therapy for me was flooding, direct exposure to what I feared most. I think he just wanted to fuck me. But we spent a good number of my therapy sessions with me jacking him off. Then one day, he told me that he thought I was ready for the real thing. And he tried to fuck me."

I was shocked. "What happened?"

"My pussy clamped down. He couldn't get it in. So he tried shoving harder. It hurt really bad. And when I told him to stop, he just shoved harder."

"Jesus, Kitten. What did you do?"

"I scratched his face. I practically scratched his eyes out. He had to go to the hospital. When I told him I would never see him again, he tried to bill me for our last session plus his medical expenses. I laughed, and said that he could sue me, and let the details about how he got scratched come out in court."

"Did that shut him up?" I asked.

"No. So I reminded him about what happened to the boys who had raped me."

"Wait! You were raped?" All this information was coming at me too fast.

"Yes," Amethyst said coldly, "Did I skip that part. That's what causes my PTSD. Anyway, I reminded that abusive quack what happened to the boys who abused me before him."

What happened to them?" I asked, but I had a feeling I knew the answer already.

"All three of them ended up dead within two weeks of each other," Sophie said flatly.

"Oh, Jesus."

"Yeah. One of them broke his own fingers and legs and hung himself in his prison cell. That was the official report: He hung himself, by himself, with broken hands and legs." Amethyst shook her head to indicate that she never believed that. "One of them had his house burn down. His family all got out, but he died in the fire. His family quickly moved away."

"What happened to the third one?"

"My brother got drunk, fell down some stairs and broke his neck. Or maybe it was the other way around. I don't know. And I don't want to know." Amethyst's voice was emotionless. She had told this story many times before. And she had distanced herself from it. "They drugged me. Raped me. Broke my arm and dislocated my shoulder. And put me in a coma. Then they dumped me off a walking bridge onto some train tracks to get run over. I guess I was lucky. Because the train wasn't running on time that night. And a jogger found me. I was a week in the hospital before I woke up. And it was another week before I remembered what happened to me. I was in the hospital another three weeks. And by that time, well, they were all dead, before I got home."

"Oh my God. Amethyst, Sweetie. You absolutely do not have an irrational fear of cock."

"Yes. I do," she argued.

"I'm just saying that you went through Hell," I explained, "And anybody would be scarred by that. Your reaction isn't irrational at all. It's justifiable. But, why now, and why me, KItten? Why do you want me to be your Master?"

Amethyst shook her head and thought for a second. I realized that it was very hard to read her expressions when she was wearing a leather blindfold. Then she said, "Two reasons, Sir. First, I'm not a Lesbian. I'm bisexual. I was actually straight before I was attacked. I had a few boyfriends even before I was attacked. And I tried to have boyfriends since. But...they didn't understand. They thought my panic attacks were just something in my head. That I could get over them if I really loved them. But, I couldn't. I can't. So, I gave up. But, after seeing your perfect cock, Sir. And hearing how much Blue, Sunny and Sally love getting fucked by you. Well, I want that for myself too."




The Blue Life Ch. 01



My mother whispered, "Go ahead, Baby Boy. Do as the Master says."

My father reached down and lowered the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts to below his balls. His cock bobbed and twitched and a dribble of pre-cum burbled out of the tip. He was uncut, uncircumcised and not as long as I am, maybe five and a half inches, and not as thick as my dick either. I stroked my own cock, and kicked out of my jeans, watching my mother and father. Directing them.

"I'm sorry I'm not as big as you, Sir." My father seemed ashamed.

"Shut the fuck up, Worm! That is the last time I ever hear you say that your cock isn't good enough. Do you hear?"

My dad actually looked scared. "Ye-yes, Master."

"Blue, tell your Baby Boy about his cock!" My mother was holding the base of my fathers shaft with her left hand, and running the red fingernail of her index finger up the length of his cock. 

"Baby Boy, your cock is perfect. It's beautiful. It's so hard in my hands. I love the way it looks and smells. I want to taste it. It makes my mouth water." She stroked his cock as she praised it.

My father whispered, "I'm not as big as our son." 

"I love my Master's cock. I love the way he takes my mouth with it. I love the way he owns and masters my quivering pussy and fills me up. But, I love your cock too, Baby Boy. This is the cock that took my virginity. This is the cock that gave us our son, gave us our Master. I want to feel this cock..." And she kissed the tip and licked the dab of jism there. My father groaned. "I want to feel this cock in my mouth." And she licked up the underside. "And, if our Master lets us..." She paused and looked at me, "I want to feel my Baby Boy's cock filling up Mommy's asshole." Mom winked at me. My dad's cock jumped in my mom's hand a jet a jizz struck her forehead, just above her left eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, Marjorie," my dad blurted.

"That's OK, Baby Boy." My mom wiped the string of spunk with her finger and put it in her mouth. "Your cock is just telling your Mommy that it loves her, just as much as Mommy loves your cock." My mother smiled. Her face beamed like an angel, a seriously slutty angel.

"Baby Boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you want Blue to take you in her mouth."

My dad swallowed. "Ye-yes, Sir."

"Then tell her that. Tell your Mommy to suck her Baby Boy's cock." 

"I can't."

"Sure you can. Like this. Blue?" Blue sat up on her haunches.

"Yes, Master."

"Suck THIS Baby Boy's cock!" And I stepped out of my jeans, stood closer to my mother, and offered her my dick.

"With pleasure, Sir!" And mom tried to deep-throat my cock right off the bat. She gagged and some spittle dribble down her chin. So, she took my cock in her left hand. She started stroking me in her grip while she bobbed, and sucked, and licked the top half. 

"What do you think of that, Andrew? Baby Boy, your Mommy is sucking her Master's cock! Do you get it Dad? Your wife is sucking her only son's cock!"

My mother paused, "And loving it, Sir."

"Get back to work, Whore!" She closed her eyes as if concentrating and tried to take my shaft into her throat again. Again, she gagged, but not as badly. "Tell me, Pops. Does this look good to you?"

"I've never seen anything more perfect and beautiful and exciting in my life. Have you really...have you really fucked your mother too?"

"Yes, Dad. Every which way you can imagine. For about three months now. Except in the ass. I've been saving that. You want her to suck your cock too, don't you, Baby Boy?"

"More than anything."

"Then TELL her. Tell her to suck your cock! Tell her to crawl to you and take your dick in her mouth." 

"I-I-can't!" My father was holding his cock, stroking it, watching his wife give his son an excellent blowjob.

"Why not, Worm?"

"Because she's the Mommy and I'm just the Baby Boy. Because only Femme Boys and Whores give blow-jobs." 

"Blue are you a Whore?" 

My mother paused in her cock sucking to gasp, "Yes. I'm your Whore. I'm your sexy slut. I'm your fuck-toy! I want to be used by my men." She looked directly at my father.

"You heard her, Baby Boy. She's a whore. Tell her to go to work!" My mother waited..

"She's your whore, Sir. I'm the Baby Boy. I'm just a..." And there were tears in his eyes.

"Just a what, Baby Boy?" My mother asked. I grabbed the back of her head and put a finger to my lips.

"I can't say it." My dad was really crying.

"Then I'll say it for you, Andrew," I said, flatly, because somehow I knew the truth. My father's head snapped and he looked at me, holding his breath. "You're a cock-sucking Femme Boy, aren't you?" 

My father hissed like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "YES!" My mother began to say, "How-", but I silenced her by slipping the tip of my cock back between her lips.

"It's been you and Uncle Nick. You're his cock-sucking Femme-Boy-Whore." 

"How did you know?" Dad was crying.

"I guessed, Femme Boy! I'm good at reading people." Dad hung his head. His chin hit his chest. "Don't go looking like a sad puppy, Baby Boy. You will have some explaining to do later. For now, you need to get naked, Worm!" My dad looked at me like I was from outer space. "Baby Boy, I'm going to count to ten slowly. For every number I get to past ten, where you are not completely naked, will be an additional swat with the flogger. One-Two-Three!"

"Do it, Baby Boy," my mother urged, "Hurry, you must obey our Master as quickly as possible." And dad jumped up at started stripping. As fast as he could. He popped some buttons on his dress shirt. I considered speeding up my count. As it was, he had stripped and was completely naked except for socks and kneeling next to mom by the count of nine.

My father knelt next to my mother. He looked up at me. "Sir?"

I laughed. "Things are changing pretty drastically around here, eh, Worm?"

"Yes...Master." 

"Hands behind your back. Interlock your fingers. Blue, you know the poses. I expect you to teach them to your new pupil." My mother pushed her chest out with pride and a smile crossed her lips.

"Blue, who and what are you?

My mother closed her eyes. "I am your Blue. I'm your slut, your whore, your fuck-toy, and your joy. I live to serve and please you with all of my being."

"And my cock?"

"Your cock is my world. I love and long to please your long hard cock with my hands mouth, titties, pussy and ass, if you'll have me there." I wiped my cock across her face, over her nose and eyes as she said this. She took my cock in her mouth as she finished. 

"Good girl, " I intoned. This was becoming an irregular ritual.

I pulled my cock from my mother's lips and turned towards my Dad. There were butterflies in my stomach. I had never been really attracted to men. I could appreciate a good looking guy. But, I hadn't fantasized about men. When the night started, my plan had been to teach my father to be a Dominant, so that he could take care of my Mother's needs, especially when I went off to grad school. Now, I realized that even more than mom, that just wasn't in his nature.

"And you, Baby Boy...who are what are you?"

"I am your Baby Boy, Sir. I will be your servant and...," he paused, "...your Femme Boy slut, if you'll have me."

"You realize what you are saying, Andrew?"

"Yes, Sir. You're in charge now."

"Not all the time, Worm. But when I call you Baby Boy or, uh, Red in public, you'll know I mean business." My dad is a strawberry blonde.

"Yes, Master. I long to serve you with my hands..." I began to smear my cock across his face. "... and my mouth..." And dad began to kiss and lick at my cock as it passed over his face. He took it in his mouth and all the way to the back of his throat in one smooth, well practiced motion. There was no hesitation or gagging. It felt awesome. I had to admit, my father was an expert cocksucker, better than my mom. I pulled my cock from his mouth, because I was afraid I might cum down his throat, and I wanted to save this load. I leaned down, took my father's face in my hands and kissed him like a lover, my tongue probing his mouth. Dad was a better cocksucker than mom. But mom was a way better kisser.

I let go of his face. "You forgot something, Baby Boy?"

"Sir?"

"Your asshole. Is that mine to use for my pleasure?" My mother gasped, I couldn't tell if it was from excitement or shock or a mix of both.

My father looked down. "No, sir." He wasn't defiant, just resigned.

I grabbed the back of his head, and forced him to look me in the eye. "No?"

"My boy-pussy is promised to your Uncle Nicky alone. He's the only man who has ever fucked me there, Sir."

"I'll respect your promise to Uncle Nick on one level, Baby Boy. So, at least for now, I won't fuck your boy-pussy. First, Blue might get jealous. She's been waiting for me to fuck her ass for months."

"I've been begging you, Sir," my mother interjected.

"But, there is a new dynamic here that we need to formalize. Baby Boy, you are now my submissive. I take on the responsibility and joy of loving, disciplining and training you."

"Thank you, Master." There were tears in my father's eyes.

"Blue? Are you our Baby Boy's Mommy?"

"Those are just pet names we've used for each other, you know, in the dark."

"Blue, I don't think you realized what those names meant. Are you this Femme Boy's Mommy?"

My Mother got a serious look on her face, realizing the depth of what I was saying. "I am."

"And do you promise to train him to please me...and yourself. Dishing out punishment when it's deserved, and when it will please you?"

Mom shook her head. "I don't know if I can."

"I will teach you. Blue, you've been the Baby Boy's Mommy for years. But that's going to be something that will happen when the lights are on Now."

"Yes, Sir."

"Baby Blue and Baby Boy, face each other. Blue, take your Baby Boy's cock in your hands. Worm, cup your Mommy's pussy."

"Baby Boy, do you take Blue to be your Mommy, to love, cherish, honor and obey in all things and at all times?"

Without looking at me, but looking deeply into my mother's eyes, my father said, "Sir, I do."

My mother spoke, "Do you give me your lips, Baby Boy?" And she leaned in and kissed him. "I do," he whispered. "Then you had better kiss me back with more passion than that, Worm!" And mom grabbed his cock and painfully twisted it. My father passionately kissed my mother. His tongue reaching into her mouth. My mother continued, "Do you give me your cock?" This time, she lovingly stroked his shaft. "Yes, Mommy." He answered. 

"Did I hurt your dick just now, Baby Boy?" 

"Yes, Mommy. But if was OK. I deserved it."

"Well, this time, Mommy is going to kiss it and make it better." And my mother leaned down and took my father's cock in her mouth for the very first time!

My father protested, "Oh, God! Mommy you can't!"

"Shut up, Baby Boy! You'll speak when you're spoken to," I commanded.

"Yes, Sir." 

"Look at your Mommy, swallowing your cock! You love it, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then tell her!"

"I love you, Mommy."

"Look at her sucking you off! She loves cock! She's such a beautiful slut."

"It feels wonderful, Sir. I didn't know. Better than I imagined. Suck me, Mommy! Your Baby Boy is going to cum!"

I reached down and pinched and twisted my father's nipple. "Listen here, Puppy Boy! You ask for permission to cum. And you don't cum until you have permission. Understood?"

"Yes. Yes, Daddy! Mommy, it feels too good! And Daddy says I can't cum without permission."

My mother paused. "Baby Boy, I've been waiting for twenty years for you to coat my throat. I'm not waiting another minute. If you want permission to cum, you had better beg your Daddy." And she took his cock deep in her mouth, maybe in her throat. But she didn't gag at all.

"Sir? Master? Daddy? Bobby? Please?" He was almost beyond language, as he strained hold back the flood of pleasure.

I had licked my fingers and was toying with my father's nipples, just the way I like mine touched before I cum. "If you cum before I say, Femme Boy, you will be punished." My father bit his lip and closed his eyes. He whimpered. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "I'm going to count down from five and then TELL you to cum, Puppy." He nodded. "Five, four, three, two, one and a half..." I waited until his face started to turn red. "One! Cum! Cum, now! Now! Shoot your load in your Mommy's mouth!"

"Oh FUCK! It feels so good! Take it, Mommy! You fucking whore, take it all!" My father's whole body spammed in orgasm. I steadied him by the shoulders.

My mother's expression was transcendent. She swallowed and sucked more, trying to get every last ounce of cum out of my father's balls. This was a moment she had waited decades for. She sat back on her heels. A Cheshire Cat grin on her face. My fathers was gasping. "That was so good!" My mother reached up and put a finger to his lips.

"Speak when you're spoken to, Baby Boy," I reminded.. "How was it, Blue? As good as you imagined?"

My mother looked up at me with an expression of joy and gratitude. But she put a finger to her own lips, not to quiet me, but to indicate that she couldn't speak. She leaned into my father, and grabbed his hair, bending his head back. Then she kissed him, enveloping him in her arms. And he responded, pulling her close and returning her kiss with gusto and passion and love. Then his eyes popped open with surprise. My mother held his head and pulled up to show me that she had snowballed much of his cum in her mouth and was passing it back to him. My father drank his jizz and licked my mother's face and teeth clean.

"Wow!" My dad flopped back on his ass and spread his legs in front of him. "Mommy-Blue, that was the BEST! Thank you, Daddy-Sir. Having me hold off and then demanding that I cum, I've never cum so hard in my life."

"That was fucking hot!" Sometimes I'm not the most poetic Dom. 

"I'm glad you liked that Baby Boy. Thank you for sharing your man-juice with me. Am I better than Nick?"

"Huh?" My father was confused. 

"Do you think I suck cock better than your brother?"

"Nicky would never suck my cock. He's the older brother."

"Baby Boy?" A hurt and angry expression came over my mother's face.

"I'm the younger brother. I'm the Femme Boy. I suck Nicky and he...he sometimes fucks my ass."

"And what does he do for you, Baby Boy?" My mother was stroking my father's face. 

"Nothing, Mommy. Nicky's not Gay!"

"So he's never sucked your cock?"

"No, Mommy. You were the first, just now."

"Red...Dad, that is messed up. This thing with Uncle Nick. When did this start?"

"When I was eighteen. Just before I started college. Nicky and I shared a studio apartment."

I whistled. "Twenty six years. And he never makes you cum?"

"He sometimes watches when I jerk off. And sometimes, Nicky lets me touch myself when he's...y'know...working my boy-pussy."

"Dad, that's really messed up."

My mother's eyes narrowed. "I'm going to kick his ass. I'm going to kill that man! I'm going to cut the brakes on his car. I'm going to...going to..."

I knelt down behind my mother and wrapped my arms around her. I wasn't hard anymore. But my flaccid cock pressed against the small of her back, just above the crack of her ass. I could actually feel the heat of her anger pass through her body. "Shh," I whispered in her ear, "it's gonna be OK, Mom. Blue, we'll get through this." I kissed her ear. 

"Look at your father. Look at my Baby Boy. He doesn't even know." 

"Mommy, I'm sorry I kept the secret. Nicky told me to. But it's not Nick's fault. I'm the gay one. I do all the dirty stuff. That's the way it is with lots of older and younger brothers."

"Baby Boy, hush. Here's a new House Rule: no more dark secrets." And my mother hugged my Dad in a very maternal, caring and protective way, pulling his cheek down to the top of her chest, above her breasts. She rested her chin on his head. 

I hugged mom from behind. "Mom, do you want to just take a break for awhile? We could order Chinese or Pizza."

"No, Bobby!" My mother's tone was flat but firm. I was caught off guard. It had been months since Mom had called me, Bobby. And she really had not said "No" to me either for quite a while. "I've been hiding my relationship with my Master for months. Sir, I love you more than the moon and the stars. When you took me as your sub, it was like a hole had been filled in my life. But hiding that joy from my husband was eating me up inside too. Now, that's all done. Everything is out in the open. I've got a brawny hunk with a thick, long cock to spank my ass and make my pussy flood, and fuck me raw. I've got a graceful, beautiful, sissy-boy sub with a thin, perfectly curved cock, and the best tasting cock cream you can imagine."

I cupped Blue's tits and laughed. "It's really that good?"

"Maybe it's the Protein Shakes I have for breakfast, Mommy."

"Mmm. It's that good. Baby Boy, you WILL be feeding Mommy your cock cream regularly from now on. But right now, Baby Boy and Bobby-boy, Mommy needs to get fucked. And fucked hard! I did not shave my pussy to have it ignored and not cum! And we are not going to stop until I have several mind-blowing orgasms!"

I whispered in my mom's ear. "We love you, Mom."

She reached behind her and stroked my stiffening cock. "I love you too, Son."

"Blue!"

"Yes, Master?"

"Prepare to have your mind blown."

"Oh, YES, Master!"



The Blue Light



"Late in the evening, when the King's daughter is asleep, you must fetch her out of her bed, and bring her here to wait upon me..." –"The Blue Light," The Brothers Grimm

Once upon a time...

That's usually how these things are supposed to begin, isn't it? I guess the story I'm about to tell is something like a fairytale. Only there's a lot more unsavory elements in my story than those Grimm fellows put in their version. The once upon a time for this story is right after the war. I can't remember which war to be frank; I've been in too many of them. Only reason that this one sticks out in my mind is that it was the last war I ever fought in. It was also the war I lost my left eye in. I wear a nice leather patch over it these days, but right after it happened, all I could do was tie a shred of old shirt over the wound and keep on fighting. When they found out that the hole that saber put in my head was probably going to kill me, I was discharged from His Majesty's army with no pay and nothing to my name but what I carried on my back. King Otto had no more use for a one-eyed soldier who was knocking at Death's door. His Highness had more important things to worry about, like the depleted state of his royal treasury. 

There I was, kicked out on my ass without so much as a thank you for two decades of loyal service. I spent the last of my gold on a bottle and spent the next three days piss, out-of-my-mind drunk. I figured that if I was going to die, I might as well go out too soused to realize what was happening. The wound in my head took septic, and one drunken, feverish night I got it into my head to take a shortcut through the forest. I knew better than to do it. The trees stretched for miles in every direction and if I wandered off the track I would probably never find my way out. But I did it anyway, drunk and shivering with fever-cold in the summer heat. I don't know at what point I became really lost, but I think it was somewhere on the second day. I realized that the track had disappeared, but I kept pushing on, hardly aware of what I was doing. On the third day my food and water ran out. On the fourth my fever had grown so high that I started seeing bright images and shadows at the corners of my vision. On the fifth day I collapsed underneath an oak tree and knew that I would never take another step.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up tucked into a bed, as snug as you please rather than in Hell's atrium. I tried to sit up, but every muscle in my body felt coated in lead. I turned my head a bit and saw that I was in a tiny room with walls made of huge old logs. The air smelled slightly musty, but there was a window and it was open to let in a fragrant breeze. Next to the bed was a tiny table on which sat an earthenware pitcher full of water and a mug. I forced myself to sit up and drank right from the pitcher, the water dripping down my chin and catching in my beard. I realized that I was no longer wearing clothes, but the thought didn't give me pause. All I could think of was how incredible it felt to gulp down cold, clear, delicious water. I knew it would give me cramps in a minute, but it would be worth it just to have this moment of ravenous joy. 

I drained the pitcher and then set it back down on the little table, bracing myself for the cramps. When they passed I began to look around the room with a bit more care. It was barren of furnishings apart from the bed, the table and a spindly wooden chair pushed up against the opposite wall. The door leading out was closed, but looked as if it could be easily broken down should that become necessary. I pushed the blankets away from my legs and set first one foot on the floor and then another, realizing as I did so how unsteady I was. After a few seconds I managed to balance myself and started staggering to the door. Before I could reach it, it was opened and a woman stepped into the room, holding a tray balanced on one hand. On it was set a bowl of stew, a loaf of fragrant white bread, and another earthen pitcher. The woman was middle aged and very tall, almost my height, and had long, long black hair that was piled up on top of her head in an elaborate twist. Her lips were crimson, her eyes slanted and so violent a blue that they were almost purple. She looked at me with a mixture of amusement and disdain, and I remembered that I was stark naked. 

"You're up I see," she said.

"Yes," I said, "Who are you?"

"My name is Mirta." She was looking at me in a speculative way, her eyes traveling from one end of my body to the other. It made me feel like a hog being appraised by the butcher. I stood with my hands on my hips and let her have her look. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I have a soldier's body, and as long as you pay no mind to the scars, I happen to think it's a pretty damn good one. God also handsomely endowed me in a certain area, and it was on this place that Mirta's eyes rested the longest.

I felt the appendage in question starting to stiffen, but I willed it back down. I didn't want to show the lady that her stare was having an effect on me. "Why don't you put on some trousers?" she said, gesturing to the chair against the wall. My trousers, britches, and shirt lay neatly folded on it, cleaned and mended. I walked over and pulled on my britches, then my pants, feeling her eyes on me the whole time. Then I went and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her.

"My name is Rolf, in case you were wondering." I said. "That stew for me?" I gestured to the tray. She handed it over to me, saying nothing, and I fell to. It had to have been at least a fortnight since I'd last had a decent meal, and I made short work of the stew, soaking up every last scrap of it with the bread. She'd brought more water as well, and I drank what felt like another gallon. I belched when I finished, and her nose wrinkled, but other than that she watched me eat without expression. I set the tray down on the floor and said, "I suppose I ought to thank you for saving my life."

"I was wondering when you would get to that," Mirta said, pursing her lips. 

"What can I do to repay you?" I asked, thinking that I knew exactly what she would ask for. I had seen how long her eyes had rested on my cock. There certainly were worse things a man could be asked to do. She was a damn fine looking woman even in her middle age, all soft curves and large breasts, and plump red lips. I took a moment to imagine her on her knees with my cock sliding in and out from between those lips. 

"I have some chores that need doing," she said. "The garden needs to be hoed. I need you to chop wood and then I'll need you to fetch something from the well."

My bravado deflated a bit. I was a little disappointed, I admit, but if she wanted me to do her housework in return for saving my life, I was game. I just would have preferred to thank her in a more personal way. "When do you want me to start?" I asked. 

"You can start tomorrow. You don't look like you're quite up to hard work yet." She smirked. "I'll let you get some rest," she said, and then left the room without so much as a backwards glance. I shrugged and climbed back into bed. It's remarkable how much starvation and fever can take it out of you. Not to mention losing an eye. That's when it struck me. My eye hadn't so much as twinged since I'd woken up. I reached a hand up to touch my face and found that the rag I had used as a bandage had been replaced by a clean strip of thick black cloth. The skin beneath the bandage was still tender, but it was no longer hot to the touch and it no longer felt raw. How long had I been here? The thought nagged at me, but before I could pursue it further I was dragged into sleep. 

I got woken up the next day by the door opening. Mirta walked in, once more bearing a laden try. This time it was porridge with honey and a mug of hot tea. When I had finished, my hostess took the tray from me and said, "I want you to start with the garden. Then do the firewood. I expect the piles outside the house to be fully stocked. After that you can tackle the well." I was sitting propped up in bed, half-naked, and she gave me another one of those speculative looks before turning on her heel and walking out of the room. 

I got fully dressed and then left the little room for the first time. I discovered that I was in a large cottage made all of logs, with a stone hearth in the main room and a good many glass windows. When I went out the front door I discovered that the house was in a clearing bordered on every side by enormous shaggy trees. I had never seen trees so huge before and I thought that I had to be at the very center of the forest, far away from the path. At the edge of the clearing I caught sight of a tumbledown old well, but then my attention was seized by the state of the garden. It was a mess, choked with weeds and strewn with rocks. It would take hours to sort out, and then I still had the wood to deal with. 

The garden took me all day. I finished just as the last rays of light were leaving the sky and dragged myself back into the house, more tired than I'd ever been in my life. Mirta stood in the main room, hands on her hips. "That took much longer than I had hoped," she said. "You'll have to stay another night and finish tomorrow."

I gave her a weary salute. All of my limbs felt like they'd just been run through a clothes wringer. "I'm sorry to have to impose upon your hospitality for another night, madam," I said, calling up my reserves of charm. I do possess quite a bit of it, but you don't often have much need of it as a soldier. "If there is anything I can do to make my stay less bothersome to you, please let me know." I gave her a look then, the kind of look I always give to ladies when I want to see them in my bed. She handed me a bowl of hearty stew and acted as if she hadn't noticed. I ate up and then went to bed, so tired that I fell asleep the moment my head touched the pillow. 

When I woke up it was still dark and somebody was sucking my cock. I was so exhausted that I'm surprised even that could wake me, but I opened my eyes and saw Mirta crouched over me, her lips suctioned to my shaft, the bed sheets tangled around my feet. I groaned deep in my throat, half-convinced I was dreaming, and tried to move, but I realized that I couldn't. I became certain that this was a dream. Surely I would not feel this helpless paralysis if I were awake. Mirta damn near sucked me dry and there was not a thing I could do to either aid or hinder her. There were several times when I would have come, had Mirta not pulled away at the last second licking her lips and smiling at me like a devil. My limbs began to tremble. All of my being seemed to be concentrated in my cock. I had never wanted to come so bad in my entire life. Mirta seemed somehow to intuit this. She climbed up on the bed and straddled me, still fully clothed but with her skirts hoisted up around her waist. Her hand reached between us and grabbed me, positioning me at the entrance to her cunt and then she sat down on me, driving me inside her to the balls. I cried out at the hot tightness of her as she began to ride me in swift, brutal strokes. I felt her come around me twice in the space of five minutes but she made not a sound and the steady thrusting of her hips never faltered. I, meanwhile, was gasping and grunting, and making all sorts of undignified sounds, unable to control myself, but I still couldn't move a muscle. 

Never had I been fucked with such precision. Mirta seemed to know just when to speed up and when to slow down, where to touch, where to lick. She also knew just when to stop short of sending me over the edge. She tormented me like that for what felt like hours, working me as if she was determined to take my very essence inside her. I could do nothing but lie beneath her and moan, paralyzed in a way I couldn't explain and only half-certain that I was having a vivid dream. I don't know how long it was before I came. All I know is that the climax robbed me of my senses and left me spent and panting for breath. My entire body went rigid and lights seemed to go on and off in my head, even though there were no lights in the room. My entire body slumped to the bed, muscles aching, more exhausted than I had ever been. I vaguely remember Mirta climbing off of me, of hearing the rustle of skirts as she adjusted herself and then the sound of the door opening and closing. I could not fight against slumber for long though, and a few seconds after the door clicked shut I fell into the deepest sleep I have ever known.

I woke up the next day sore and as spent as if I'd trekked across a desert during the night. I remembered my encounter with Mirta, but I couldn't be sure whether it had been reality or only a dream. The exhaustion I felt could just as easily be due to my toils in the garden as they could be the result of midnight ravishment. I elected to wait until I saw Mirta to make a final decision on the reality of what I had experienced last night. She barged in only a few minutes later bearing my breakfast on a tray, and not a glance betrayed that she had done anything other than send me to bed the previous night. I sat up, my muscles screaming at me, the left side of my head throbbing. 

"You'll be chopping wood today," Mirta said, handing over the tray. "Judging from your performance yesterday, I doubt that you'll have time to get to the well, so you'll have to stay another night." Her eyes may have lit up a little bit then, but I couldn't be sure. I concentrated on my food and tried to flex a bit more life into my strained muscles. Another day's work was not going to do much to improve them. Mirta watched me in silence as I ate and when the tray was clean she took it from me and left the room. 

I saw with some surprise that a new set of clothes had been laid out across the chair and got out of bed to inspect them. A pair of linen britches, faded trousers and a patched linen shirt, all of them looking worn but clean and perfectly serviceable. I was glad not to have to get back into the set of clothes I'd been wearing yesterday; they were stiff with sweat and a bit more pungent than I would have liked. I've always been a fastidious man if I have half the chance. After I got dressed I left the room and went in search of Mirta. 

She was waiting just outside the front door, a brutal-looking axe held in one hand. I thought then that she must be stronger than she looked, because she was carrying the huge instrument as if it were nothing more than a bundle of papers. When she handed over the thing, I was even more surprised. It was far heavier than I would have believed.

"Start on the two fallen trees in back of the house. I want both of my wood piles full before you finish." Her lack of manners was beginning to get on my nerves. I'm a patient man, and this woman had just saved my life, but there is only so much I can take. 

"What the hell is this made out of?" I asked, hefting the axe with some difficulty. "Lead?"

"The wood around here is tough," Mirta snapped. 

"You'll need a heavy axe to chop it."

"Listen, madam," I said, finally losing my temper. "I am in your debt for saving my life, but would it be too much for me to ask that you treat me with a little respect?"

Her eyes narrowed. "If you don't want my help then you are free to go. I believe the main road through the forest is three days march from here. Then it's another five days along the road."

"I didn't mean to cause offense," I said, biting my tongue and knowing that staying in this woman's good graces was the only way to keep myself alive. I had no provisions with which to make the journey through the forest and she damn well knew it. My fate was dependent on what she decided to give to me.

"I expect you to be finished by sunset," Mirta said, and then she turned away from me and walked back into the house. I stared after her, a number of words springing to my lips. I ignored them and turned to the trees I was supposed to be dismembering. At the first swing of the axe, I discovered that Mirta hadn't been lying when she said that I would need something heavy to chop this wood. It was harder than any wood I had ever before chopped, and as unyielding as if the tree had been sitting in that glade for a thousand years. Maybe it had. By the time the sun had reached its zenith I was half-dead. The new shirt was plastered to my back with sweat. My limbs were trembling with the effort it took to heft the axe and my entire body ached from the relentless bite of the metal into the stone-like trunk. I have no idea how I managed to do it, but by the time it was full dark I had somehow filled both piles.

When I slid the last length of wood into place at the top of the second pile I threw the axe to the ground, swaying on my feet. Then I stumbled inside to find Mirta. She was at the hearth stirring a cauldron full of a fragrant stew, the smell of which made my mouth water the moment I stepped into the house. My stomach knotted with desperate hunger and I stumbled a little in my stride. I must have sweated half of my life away during the course of the day and Mirta hadn't bothered to bring me any food or water. 

"There you are," she said, turning from the fire and regarding me with her hands on her hips. "You certainly took your time with that wood." A smirk was playing around her red lips. I have never been much of a man for giving into temper, but I would have gained a great deal of satisfaction from being able to smack that satisfied smile off of my hostess's plump little mouth. Instead, I contented myself with grunting. "When you finish with the well tomorrow, I will lend you some supplies," Mirta said, ladling some of the stew into a dish and thrusting it at me along with a tall mug of cool water. "Then you can be on your way." For some reason, I got the distinct impression that she was lying to me. 

I looked at her for a long moment before answering, trying to read her expression, but her face was impassive. "I am eternally in your debt," I said, not troubling to keep the irony from my tone. Mirta's smile deepened around the edges and then she turned away from me, bustling over to the scullery to wash up some dishes. I wolfed down my stew, drained the mug of water dry, and by the time I had finished I could barely keep my eyes propped open. I put the dishes aside, and without even bothering to say goodnight to my hostess, I stumbled to my little room in the back of the house, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a sleep so deep it seemed only a shade from death. 

Nonetheless, I was once more dragged out of my slumber only a few hours later by the all-consuming sensation of being well and truly fucked. I opened my eyes, tried to move, and discovered that I was pinned to the bed, every limp paralyzed. I fought against it, but I was powerless to do anything but watch as the shadowy figure of Mirta rode my cock in the darkness. The paralysis seemed to have affected my cock as well, for although I felt her come several times around me, I could not climax, no matter how much I wanted to. It was hours before she was finished having her way with me, or at least that's what it felt like. She climbed off of me and a groan tore from my throat. My cock stood out rigid from my body and I was shaking all over with the violence of my need for release. Still I couldn't move. The suspicion which had been growing in my mind, that Mirta was some kind of witch, a succubus or sorceress or other unnatural thing, was now a certainty. This was no dream. A spell had been cast upon me, robbing me of my ability to move and speak. The witch bent down and even in the dark I could see her smile as she lowered her lips. 

Her mouth enfolded the head of my cock, her tongue toying with the tiny hole at the tip, and suddenly the paralysis was lifted. The orgasm erupted from deep within me, and my hips jerked upwards. Every nerve-ending was on fire. My entire life's essence felt as if it was fleeing my body through my cock. My seed shot down Mirta's throat and she drank it greedily, wrapping her strong arms around my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh and holding me in place so that she could capture every last drop of come. When it was finally over, I collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, movement suddenly returned to me, my breathing coming in broken gasps. It took only moments for me to fall into the total blackness of sleep once more.




The Blue Light



This is actually a scene from a much larger and infinitely frustrating story that I doubt will ever be finished but I love these characters and the way they interact so I am submitting it as an edited excerpt. 

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The Blue Light was Nic's favorite bar. It was out of the way so very few college students frequented it. With all of the other bars filled with shot pounding jocks and preening princesses, it was nice to have a place where she could go and have a good time without needing to fake having fun with people she hated. The other thing about The Blue Light was it had Jen. 

Jen was the bartender and Nic had made quick work of seducing her when she first started coming to the bar. Her parents owned the place and she lived in the room above it. Jen was the perfect girl in Nic's mind. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders and she had the most piercing green eyes Nic had ever seen. Her body was a walking contradiction because she was lean and strong but had a soft waist and hips that flared out to the most perfect ass. Nic wasn't a relationship person and neither was Jen. They were never exclusive, hell, they had never even been on a date, but the had an understanding about what they needed from each other. 

Nic paid the taxi driver and walked towards the front door. The lights were on inside but she knew the door would be locked as it was well past closing. She knocked forcefully so that the sound would radiate through the bar. She heard steps come towards the door and then a powerful but sensual voice responded. 

"We're closed. Sorry, you'll have to come back another night." 

Nic replied quickly before Jen had a chance to walk back into the bar. "It's Nic." 

Within a few moments, Nic heard the lock click open and the door swung back to reveal Jen standing with a confused look on her face. 

"Nic? What are you doing here?" 

Nic moved towards the raven-haired beauty and gave her a forceful and powerful kiss and then, without a word, walked past her in the bar. Breathless, Jen closed and re-locked the door before following the redhead upstairs to her room. 

They reached the large bedroom and Jen turned and shut the door. When she made her way over to the bed where Nic was sitting, she got a chance to see her in the light for the first time that night. 

"This is a surprise." 

Nic turned to her and in that instant, lust swept through her body and a sly smile crept onto her face. 

Nic stood up and pulled Jen to her. Deftly, she raised the hem of her dress. Clad in only a black lace bra and thong set, Nic's coppery hair tumbled down from its ponytail and she turned Jen around so that her front was pressed against the back of the still clothed bartender. 

Knowing that she would give in to Nic, as she always did, Jen didn't question the girl's erratic behavior. 

"Take off your top," Nic demanded in a tone that sent shivers down her spine. 

She took it off quickly and pressed back to feel Nic's lace encased chest press up against her back. Nic's knee nudged between her legs and she quickly spread them a bit wider to let the woman's leg through. Nic pressed her knee up into Jen's denim encased pussy and without thinking Jen's body started to grind against it and make slow and sensual circles. Nic's hands made their way around Jen's body, leaving no surface untouched. Jen shuddered at the feeling, not knowing what was coming up next but reeling in the anticipation. 

Nic's hands made their way down and skillfully unbuttoned Jen's jeans. She dropped her knee and let her hand slither into the woman's lace underwear. Nic palmed Jen's shaved pussy and let her middle finger breach the soaking slit. Jen groaned and pressed her body into Nic's hand. Jen continued to grind against her and started panting with need. Moments later, Nic removed her hand and stepped away. 

"Naked...and on the bed. Now."

Jen looked back and her eyes caught Nic's.

"Did I stutter?" said Nic, waiting impatiently for Jen to comply.

Jen looked for a moment more and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. Climbing onto the bed, she saw Nic walk towards her closet and she knew what was coming. Nic returned with four leather cuffs and attached them to Jen's wrists and ankles. Jen didn't think to protest because at this point she wanted it as much, if not more, than Nic. Nic had this power over her and she yearned to please and submit to her. Nic clipped the cuffs to the clips that had taken permanent residence on Jen's bed and stared down and the now incapacitated woman. 

Jen's breath skipped as she saw Nic remove her own bra and underwear and slide so she was sitting right on top of her. Nic let her body fall towards Jen's; their breasts brushed with light contact. Gasping, Jen arched her back trying desperately to get more flesh-to-flesh contact with the girl on top of her. Nic held her mouth just far enough from Jen's so that she couldn't reach her. Seeing the dark-haired beauty reaching up towards her had her adrenaline pumping. 

"Ugh, Nic. Just touch me," Jen groaned. 

Nic smiled and moved down the woman's body. Her lips grazed Jen's neck and she felt a shiver run through her. Jen's responsive nature was one of the things that kept Nic coming back to her, something she didn't do very often. 

"You want me to touch you?" Nic baited her as she moved down to take one of Jen's nipples into her mouth. 

"Oh my god..." Jen gasped as she arched into Nic's mouth. 

Licking and sucking for a moment, Nic moved across Jen's chest to get to her other breast, kissing her smooth sternum on the way. 

"Where do you want me to touch you?" She asked as she passed her tongue over Jen's stiff bud. 

"Fuck," Jen whispered as Nic increased her suction. "Everywhere, touch me everywhere." 

"Everywhere, huh?" Nic said as she moved further down Jen's body. "What about here?" Nic's mouth made contact with side of Jen's body where her hip met her waist. She was rewarded with a gasp and the sound of Jen's breathing picking up even further. Nic moved down and put her mouth on the inside of Jen's thigh giving it a long lick. 

"What about there?" 

Jen groaned as Nic removed her mouth from the sensitive area on the inside of her thigh. "Oh god," Jen said. "Fuck me." Her voice rose slightly and she near yelled, "Nic, fuck me." 

Hearing the desperation in Jen's voice made Nic smile. Nic moved between her legs and licked her slowly up the length of her pussy. Jen's body began to shake almost immediately so Nic latched her mouth onto her clit and pinched it between her lips, sucking lightly, and thrust two fingers into Jen's dripping cunt. Nic's fingers curled up and she increased the pressure on her clit, licking it furiously inside her mouth. Jen's body shook and she cried out as her orgasm rippled through her body. Nic never stopped sucking or roughly fucking her fingers into Jen's body. As her first orgasm started to recede, Jen felt Nic's free hand reach below her body and move in between her ass cheeks. Just one touch to her twitching hole had her building up to another massive orgasm. Nic's finger slowly circled the flexing bud and Jen pushed to increase the friction. She moaned and gasped and writhed against her restraints but the moment Nic's finger breached her other hole, she was gone. She couldn't see straight and her eyes fluttered closed. With a start, her body arched up away from the bed. 

"Nic! Fuck, ahh... NIC!" she screamed as her body lost all control. 

Nic watched as Jen's body thrashed and contorted beneath her. Removing both her hands, she sat up and watched as Jen panted and shook, desperate to catch her breath. Nic was drunk with power. Without any warning, Nic moved her body up and straddled the woman's face. Jen's eyes opened as she saw where Nic was headed and shifted her body in anticipation. 

It wasn't in Nic's nature to allow for recovery time and through that Jen had learnt to push through her orgasm's aftershocks to avoid being completely useless. Nic lowered herself down onto Jen's waiting mouth and Jen started licking furiously, desperate to make Nic feel the way she did right now. 

Her tongue anxiously probed at the redhead's bare pussy and soft moans escaped from Nic's mouth. Nic raised herself and turned around so that she was facing Jen's body. She leaned over and ran her hands down Jen's tanned torso. Jen continued to work her tongue rapidly around and in Nic's pussy but her mind wandered as she felt Nic's hands running lightly across her body. Her legs jerked against the cuffs on her ankles as Nic lightly stroked her pussy with a finger. 

Nic rose from the bed and stepped off, feeling Jen's rabid glare following her movement. She reached into the drawer where she had found the cuffs and found a harness with a thick 8" dildo. 

"Oh god," Jen gasped from across the room. 

Jen's mind raced as she saw what Nic had removed from her toy drawer. She knew it was Nic's favorite because this one, unlike the other toys she kept in her bottom drawer, could be inserted into Nic as well as Jen. Nic arranged the harness around her legs and slipped one end of the dildo into her pussy with a deep sigh. She picked up a bottle of lube and walked over to the nightstand. She stood looking over Jen's bound body, leaned down and whispered, "I bet I don't even need this, do I?" Jen shook her head as Nic's hand reached down between her legs. "You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?" 

Jen panted and pleaded with her as she began to stroke her sopping wet pussy. 

"Please, Nic. Please. I need you to fuck me. Oh god. I need it."

Nic moved and unclipped Jen's legs getting into a position so that she could enter the writhing woman beneath her. She coated the dildo with a light layer of lube and thrust in without a warning in one smooth stroke. 

"Oh god!" gasped Jen as she bucked her hips up to match Nic's hard thrusts. 

Nic picked up her pace and relished the feeling of the toy fucking her back. After a few long moments, Jen mewled and Nic bent her body towards her and gave her a long passionate kiss. Their tongues battled as Nic continued to ravage Jen underneath her. Jen's legs wrapped around Nic's slender waist and pulled her closer, moaning into the dominant woman's mouth. 

"You know what I'm going to do when I'm done fucking your tight pussy, Jen?" Nic whispered in her ear. 

"N-N-No, what a-are you going t-to do?" Jen gasped as her third orgasm built. 

"I'm going to take this cock," Nic whispered, "and I'm going to fuck your pretty little ass." 

Nic sat back up and began pounding into the dark-haired woman with a vengeance. Jen whimpered at the notion of Nic fucking her ass and just as she was about to come, Nic pulled out of her quickly. 

"W-what the...Nic? Ah!"

Before she could say anything else, she felt two lubed up fingers breaching her back entrance. She pushed back against them and Nic scissored her fingers inside. Once her two fingers were moving quite easily, she slipped in a third and began thrusting them in and out.

"Nic, I'm ready," Jen moaned as she pulled her arms against the cuffs. 

Nic pulled her fingers out and reached for the bottle of lube. Covering the long cock she moved into position and pressed the head firmly into Jen's waiting asshole. Her body accepted the invader and Nic pressed into her slowly and moved until their thighs were touching, then she paused.

Jen released a breath that she didn't know she had been holding and waited to get used to the large toy inside her ass. After a few moments, her body ached to be touched again and she started moving her hips. 

Taking this as a sign that she was ready for more, Nic slowly pulled out and pressed back into Jen's waiting ass. The pressure and resistance that the toy felt from Jen's ass only increased the pressure on Nic's end of the toy and after a few minutes at a laborious pace her body began to move faster. Nic could feel an orgasm rising deep within her and she thrust even harder. Jen's moans were building in volume and her arms were pulling desperately at the restraints. 

Sensing her need, Nic reached down and without breaking her rhythm she thrust three fingers into Jen's gaping cunt. One swipe of her thumb on Jen's clit had her bucking up towards Nic and they both lost it. Panting and screaming, the pair froze and let their orgasms rip through them. 

Jen's body collapsed and Nic slowly pulled away and removed the harness. Dropping it onto the floor, she unclipped Jen's hands and watched the girl stretch out. Nic unsteadily walked out of the room towards the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water and a beer. She handed the water to Jen who accepted it with a smile and took a long draw on the beer she had brought for herself. 

Jen reached a hand out and beckoned Nic towards the bed. Nic entered and moved behind the recovering woman. 

"You ok?" said Nic. 

"Oh, yeah..." Jen whimpered as she turned to see Nic resting behind her. Nic took another long sip of her beer and looked back at Jen. 

"That was hot," she said with a smirk. 

Jen laughed, "Yeah, you're in fine form tonight." 

"Sorry I just showed up. I know I usually call first," Nic said sheepishly. 

Jen smiled back at her, "I'm just glad I hadn't gone to sleep yet," yawning and stretching out her back. 

"I'll let you get some sleep," said Nic as she swung her legs around and stood from the bed. 

"Do you want to stay?" Jen asked, knowing that the answer would almost certainly be no. 

Nic gathered her clothes from the floor and quickly got dressed. "No, thanks," she replied. 

"Ok," Jen replied, "just call me later." 

"Will do," Nic leaned over to Jen and gave her a soft but passionate kiss. 

"Bye, babe," Jen said as she watched Nic make for the back door. 

"Bye, I'll be sure the door locks behind me," Nic replied. 

Jen nodded and watched her leave the room. Sated and exhausted she slipped into a deep sleep. 



The Blue Light



I woke up late the following morning, more tired than I had been before going to sleep. Every limb ached and my head pounded. Flashes of what had occurred the previous night assailed me and I winced. Had it truly happened? I flung the sheet aside and scrutinized my body. There were deep scratches in my thighs, fresh and tender to the touch. It had happened. Mirta was a witch. I have nothing against witches as long as they leave me alone, but I doubted that this one had anything good planned for me. It did not seem likely that she would simply give me a pack of supplies and send me merrily on my way. But what choice did I have other than to play her game? 

I dressed myself and left the little room, going in search of some breakfast. I found it and Mirta in the front room, and I took the bowl of porridge from her without speaking. "You'll be going down into the well this morning," my hostess said. "It shouldn't take you long. All I need you to do is retrieve something that was dropped down there a long time ago. Then I'll consider your obligation to me paid and you can be on your way." There was a smug satisfaction underneath her words, and I did not trust them one whit. 

"What is it that I'm going down there to get?" I asked.

"A tinderbox," Mirta said.

"A tinderbox? That's all?"

"Yes."

I stared at her, but as usual her face was unfathomable. "Does it have some special value to you?"

"It has been in my family for a very long time," Mirta said. "Someone tried to take it from me many years ago."

I grunted and finished eating the porridge, beginning to get a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was starting to doubt that Mirta had any intention of letting me back out of that well once I was down it. Still, I couldn't very well refuse, and perhaps my suspicions would prove to be groundless. When I finished off my food I said, 

"Shall we get started?"

"Follow me," Mirta said, and walked to the door of the cottage. I followed her, my aching muscles pulsing with every step I took. It was really beginning to wear on my nerves taking orders from this woman. Witch or not, I would have dearly loved to turn her over my knee. Somehow I doubted that she would submit to such treatment for very long. I remembered the strength with which she had held me captive the previous night. I remembered the way he cunt had clamped down on me as she came, squeezing so hard that I thought I would fracture into a thousand pieces. I realized that my eyes had fixated on the enticing sway of my hostess's backside and I forced them upwards, scanning the glade for the site of my next task. 

The well was on the edge of the tree-line, nothing but a crumbling circle of moss-covered stones. It looked as if it had dried up a century or more ago, and the hole yawned cold and dark. A rope had been tied to a stout branch overhanging the well, and it fell down into darkness, its end nowhere in sight. "I want you to climb down this rope," Mirta said. "Take this." From a bag she had slung over her shoulder, she handed me a small oil lamp and a box of matches. "The item you are looking for is a small silver tinderbox. It has a pattern of vines carved on the outside. You are to bring it to me, but do not use it."

"Why not?" I asked. I couldn't foresee any reason for having to use the tinderbox when I had a few dozen matches at my disposal, but the insistence in her voice caught my attention.

"It's an antique," she snapped. "You might damage it."

I went over to the edge of the well and picked a stone up off the ground. I dropped it into the hole and waited for quite a long time before I heard the soft click of it hitting the bottom. 

"When I bring you this tinderbox, you'll give me some supplies and send me on my way?"

"I have a pack already made up." Mirta said, flashing me a smile. The sweetness in that smile made me more wary about this venture than anything else thus far. 

"Then I may as well get started," I said, and took hold of the rope. Despite the soreness of my muscles, I had a fairly easy time making my way down into the well. It's always easier getting down than getting up. I lit the lamp and tied it so that it dangled from my side, tucking the matches back into my pocket. Then I began to move downwards, the thick fibers of the rope scratching at my hands. It took a long time to reach the bottom, and if I hadn't gotten there when I did, I'm fairly certain that I would have fallen the rest of the way. Climbing back up was going to be no mean feat.

The only indications that the circular chamber in which I now stood had once been a well were some scattered puddles of water on the floor. I untied the lamp lashed to my side, but as I did so the box of matches fell from my pocket, landing directly in the largest puddle. I cursed and fumbled to save some of them, but they were all soaked beyond salvation. It was when I was groping on the floor that I discovered that I was not the only human being to have been down this well. A skeleton lay stretched out across the floor directly in front of me, wrapped in the decaying remnants of its clothes. The sight gave me pause, but I was used to encountering dead bodies. In a soldier's line of work it is quite a common occurrence. I dismissed the skeleton and turned once more to the task before me.

The daylight above did nothing to illuminate the chamber and the lamp's glow only reached a few feet in each direction. I was going to have to find this tinderbox mostly by feel. The next few hours were dull and frustrating. I sifted through rocks and dirt and old bones, not all of them animal. Several times I came across full human skeletons. It was not until I came to the very back of the chamber that I found the tinderbox. I almost missed it. There was a skeleton huddled up against the wall, and in its bony hand it clutched a tarnished silver box with vines etched across the surface. I reached out, and the moment I touched the box, a wave of heat jolted through me. I staggered, and my foot came up against the lamp, knocking it to the ground. The light went out and I was plunged into utter darkness. 

Luckily, my hand was clasped around the tinderbox. At least I had some way of striking a light. Mirta had said not to use the box, but how else was I going to be able to find my way out of here without breaking my neck? The wave of heat that had seized me when I touched the box had evaporated as soon as it came, and I dismissed it as my imagination. After some fiddling, I managed to get the box open, and then I struck a light. 

The moment I did so, a brilliant blue flame erupted from the tip of the bit of tinder I held. It was so bright that I could see the patterns of dirt on the far wall of the chamber. I heard a faint shriek from high above me, but at the time thought nothing of it. My attention was fixated on the person who had appeared out of the blue flame. He seemed solid when I first looked at him, but then I realized that I could faintly discern the shapes of our surroundings through him. He was a youngish man, dressed in old fashioned clothes of costly fashion. His hair was long and dark, and his eyes were the same bright blue of the flames from which he had sprung. He was looking at me with some surprise.

"Who are you?" the specter asked. 

"I'm Rolf," I said. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the servant of the light," the apparition said. 

"And just what does that mean?" I asked.

"I am bound to obey the master of the light," he gestured at the tinderbox in my hand. "Which I suppose would be you. What do you command, Master?" His tone was faintly bitter.

I stared at him blankly for a moment. "Well, what can you do?"

"Anything you ask of me," replied the servant. 

"What do you want? Gold? Fame? The love of a beautiful woman?"

"Well, those sound nice, but right now, I think I want to get out of this well unharmed. I believe I've figured out why Mirta told me not to use the tinderbox."

"I suppose you have," said the specter. "The witch was the one who put me here, so if you would like to command me to rip her body into a thousand pieces, I would be happy to attend to that straight away." 

"I don't think so," I said, tilting my head back to look up at the tiny dot of light far above me. Mirta was waiting up there, I had no doubt. She would probably be quite happy to add my bones to the collection of skeletons which she had already accrued down here. That was something which I wanted to avoid. "Can you get me out of this well?" I asked. "Without Mirta noticing?"

The servant of the light smiled. Then he took hold of my wrist. I felt as if a hook had been slipped round my middle and suddenly I was being pulled violently upwards. I felt light as air and transparent as rainwater. In a matter of seconds I was standing once more upon the surface of the earth, in the fading light of the afternoon. The sensation of lightness and transparency lingered, and I realized that the spirit had made be invisible. It was a good thing too, because Mirta was standing right beside me, and in her hand she held the heavy axe I had used to chop firewood the day before. I realized that I was still clutching the tinderbox, and I slipped it deep into my trouser pocket. The servant of the light appeared beside me. 

"She looks the same as she did a century and a half ago," the specter said, looking Mirta up and down.

"Could you kill her, if I asked you to?" I asked, not really considering the idea, but curious as to the answer. 

"Yes," the spirit replied. "With great pleasure."

"Well, I don't want you to kill her. Imprison her somewhere, spirit. Somewhere from which it will take her a long time to escape."

"I know just the place," said the servant of the light, and disappeared once more. A moment later Mirta began to scream. Her red mouth opened wide and she released a piercing wail of anguish and rage as her body was jerked upwards into the air. She began to rise so fast that she was a blur, and then she was shooting towards the well. She stopped then, hovering over the well's opening, twisting and writhing but unable to free herself from the spirit's invisible hold. He reappeared suddenly, his arms wrapped around Mirta's waist, constraining her as easily as if she weighed no more than an infant. "Now you're going to get a taste of what you put me through for the last two hundred years, wench." The spirit said. He let Mirta go and she plummeted down into the well. Her scream was cut off by a crash of thunder and a burst of blue flame and a sort of flaming seal formed over the top of the well. Then everything was still and silent once more. I felt the sensation of invisibility leave me. The spirit stared down into the well's opening for a few moments and then he drifted towards me. "Anything else I can do for you, Master?" he asked.

    ***

I tested the spirit's powers and found them to be everything I could have ever hoped for. I told him to take me to the next town and in a matter of minutes we were there. I asked him to fill my pockets with gold, and no sooner were the words out of my mouth than I felt the seams of my trousers practically give way against the weight of the coins they now contained. Then I told my new servant to return to the tinderbox. "If you need me, you have only to strike a light," the spirit said, and then he disappeared. I rented the best room at the most luxurious inn in town and ate and drank until I collapsed onto the feather bed in a stupor. The next day when I awoke, head pounding from too much wine, I began to think about what I should do now that I had the entire world at my fingertips. The first thing that occurred to me was revenge. 

I had given my life to the King and in return he had turned me out on my ass to die. What better way to use my newfound power than to return the favor he had so kindly paid to me? I pulled the tinderbox from beneath my pillow and used it to strike a light. Immediately, the spirit was before me in a whoosh of cobalt flames. "Good morning," he said, nodding at me. "What can I do for you Master?"

"Can you cure this damn headache?" I asked, rubbing at my temples. 

"I see that you had a good time last night," the spirit said, as he waved a hand before my face. The pounding in my head vanished. 

"You could say that," I said. I stood up and stretched, fumbling on the floor for the clothes I had discarded the previous evening. "For someone who is supposed to be my servant, you are not very deferential."

"I was not always a servant," The spirit snapped. 

"How did you get this way?" I asked.

"I was a sorcerer, and once upon a time I was Mirta's lover. She trapped me in the tinderbox when she found out that I was going to leave her. For years, she used me to wreak revenge on her enemies and to find out secrets."

"So how did the tinderbox get down to the bottom of that well if it was so important to her?" I asked, struggling back into my trousers.

"One of her new conquests tried to steal the box. Before he could escape, she cast him down into the well. He set a spell against her before he died and Mirta could not pass through the barrier to retrieve her treasure. It is that barrier which keeps her down there now."

"Well, I'll make a deal with you spirit," I said. "Or is there something else you would prefer me to call you?"

The servant of the light looked at me quizzically for a moment, as if he had never been asked such a question before. "My name was Aric," he said.

"Well Aric, if you help me to get back at the bastard who turned me out on the road, and help me to secure my livelihood, I'll let you go."

"And how exactly do you propose to do that?" Aric asked, staring at me with his cold blue eyes. 

"You have to obey me in all things, right? Well, what if I command you to be free?"

The spirit was silent for a moment and then he said. "I have honestly never given that idea much thought before. I suppose it would work." His tone assumed an ironical air. "But I think you might find it hard to give up such power, once you've gotten a taste of it."

"I swear to you now," I said, holding up my right hand. "If you help me, I will free you."

Aric looked at me silently for several long moments and then he nodded very briefly. "Very well. What is it that you want me to do first?"

    ***

The first thing that the spirit did was find me a big manor house in the capital city, and make me a Count. Then he filled the house with every comfort and luxury the most jaded rich man could ever desire. I had decided that the best way to get revenge on old King Otto was to rob him of the thing which he valued most in the world: his daughter. There had been stories told for years about the old man's unnatural devotion to the Princess Ileana. She was said to be guarded day and night, practically a prisoner in her own castle. King Otto guarded his daughter's virginity more closely than he guarded his gold. He had not yet been able to bring himself to bestow her hand in marriage to any man, though she had come of age six years before and been courted by the most eligible princes on the continent. He was as jealous of her as a dragon is of his hoard, and protected her just as closely. What better way to get my revenge than to defile his most precious jewel?

I summoned Aric forth from the tinderbox at the stroke of midnight two weeks after moving into my mansion. "What do you wish of me, Master?" the spirit said, sounding bored. 

"I want you to bring me the Princess Ileana." I said. 

"Right now?" Aric asked, raising his eyebrows. 

"Yes." I said. "As she sleeps. Keep her in a state of half-waking, and make sure no one notices her absence."

"What exactly are you planning on doing with her?" 

"Never you mind. Just go get her, and be quick about it." Aric bowed acquiescence, and then he disappeared. A quarter of an hour later he returned, his hand fastened over the slender wrist of Princess Ileana. I had heard rumors about her beauty, but they fell far short of describing the true loveliness of the creature standing before me. She was quite small, her head barely rising above my chest, her limbs slim and fragile. Her breasts caught my attention at once, not only because their shape was plainly visible beneath the thin white nightgown she wore, but because they were surprisingly large for a woman so slight. Her skin was the color of spilled cream and her hair was a deep honey gold plaited into a braid that reached all the way down to her lower back. She stood pliant in Aric's grasp, making no move to struggle and showing no response whatsoever to her new surroundings. Her eyes, the blue of robin's eggs, were half-lidded and vacant. 

"Is she still asleep?" I asked. 

"For the most part," the spirit replied, releasing the girl's arm and standing back to look at her. 

"Although I doubt she would have put up much of a struggle, even if she were fully awake. She is an obedient young lady."

"She had better be," I said, and held out the tinderbox to Aric. He took the hint at once and disappeared inside, leaving me alone with Princess Ileana. I'd had an idea to speak harshly to her, to blow off a little of the steam of my anger, but something in her posture made me hesitate. Her eyes were still half-closed and dreamy, but her body was all trembling attention. My gaze fell to the rapid rise and fall of her breasts and saw her hard nipples poking against the fine white cotton of her nightdress. It almost was as if the girl was aroused by her current helpless position. I had to check to see if my suspicion was justified.

I yanked the skirt of her nightdress up to her waist, exposing Ileana's innocent young cunt to my curious gaze. She flinched and began to tremble, but otherwise stood quite still, even when I slipped one finger casually down the front of her slit. She gave a little moan then and her hips jerked, for a moment pressing me deeper inside of her. She was wet as April. A stab of lust so powerful that it was like a hammer blow went through me. My cock, which had already been half-hard, came immediately to full attention. I let go of the girl's skirt and tucked both of my hands inside the bodice of the flimsy gown. With one hard tug I ripped the garment clean in half and pulled it away from the Princess's ripe little body. She was a sight to behold, standing there, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, red-faced and trembling in her nakedness. I reached out and took one of her nipples in each of my hands, tugging at them and twisting until they were hard as stones and Ileana gave a mew of distress, pulling away. I allowed her to retreat, taking the opportunity to unbuckle my belt and slip it free from my waist. I folded it in half and slapped it a few times against the palm of my hand, relishing the swish and hard smack of the leather. 

"Come here Ileana," I said, pointing to an embroidered footstool. "Lie across this." For a moment she looked as though she were fully awake, and her eyes widened with fear. Then they drifted back to half-mast and she started forward to do as she was told. She was certainly an enchanting sight, draped across the footstool with her surprisingly well-padded rump within ideal reach of the belt I held in my hand. "Do you know why I'm going to punish you?" I asked.

"No Sir," the Princess murmured. Her voice was low and very sweet, although slightly slurred with sleep.

"It's good to see that you know how to address your betters," I said, letting one of my hands trail down the path of her spine and lightly trace the cleft of her ass. Ileana shivered and wriggled on the footstool. "I am not punishing you because you have done anything wrong. I am punishing you because I wish to punish your father and this is the best way of doing it. If you are a good girl and take it well, then I will reward you." My original plan had been to have Ileana clean my house from top to bottom, shine my boots, chip her nails scrubbing the flagstones, blacken her face sweeping the chimneys. But that was before I had seen how she responded to being so helpless. It struck an answering chord in me, made me want to push her to see how far she would willingly go.




The Blue Light



I brought my belt down on Ileana's left ass cheek, and she gave a little lady-like grunt, but made no other response. I did the same to the right cheek and she responded in kind. I began to rain down the blows harder and faster, careful not to strike with the belt's edges but only the flat mid-section. Her ass soon turned crimson and her little dignified grunts degenerated into yelps and hitching sobs as she struggled to control her movements. Still, she did not try to rise from the footstool or squirm away from my blows, and I made no pretense of trying to restrain her. Even when I began to strike with greater force, scoring deep purple welts into her thighs and buttocks, she did not try to shield herself. All thoughts of punishing King Otto for his crimes against me had vanished from my head. Now all I wanted to do was to see how much this little princess could take. 

She did not even protest when I threw my belt aside, grabbed both of her ankles and flipped her so that she was lying sprawled on her back. I spread her legs wide apart and she whimpered, but I could clearly see how wet her cunt was. I couldn't resist it. Kneeling down, I thrust my face between her thighs and began to lick hungrily at her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched her, a thunderous shudder rolled through Ileana's body and she gave a little cry, half of wonder, half of fear. 

I admit that I was not particularly gentle with her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked until she tried to jerk away. Then I only wrapped my arms around her thighs and forced her more fully against me. In a few moments I relaxed the pace of my tongue's stroking, adopting a steady rhythm that was almost sedate. Ileana relaxed a little and I took the opportunity to slip one of my fingers inside of her. As I had been expecting, I encountered resistance not very far in as I came up against her maidenhead. Another one of those consuming shudders rolled through Ileana's body as I slipped a second finger inside of her. I began to rotate them, thrusting them in and out a bit, priming the tight little hole for my entry. She moaned, her eyelids fluttering as if she were trying to bring herself into total wakefulness. I toyed with her clit for a few moments, pinching it between two fingers and rubbing until it swelled and she raised her hips towards me, silently begging for release.

As I continued to stroke her I used one hand to undo the catch of my trousers and free my cock from my britches. I had not fucked a woman since Mirta, and although the witch had brought me to diabolic heights of pleasure, the anticipation I felt now was far more intoxicating. I was going to take this girl and she was going to love it. It did not feel as if I was ravishing her, although I suppose that is technically what I was about to do. Ileana may not have been fully in control of her senses at the moment, but her body was only too eager to be taken. Perhaps it was living all those years without stimulation of any kind. Maybe now that she was at the mercy of a dissolute soldier like myself, with her princess's mind asleep, her body felt free to surrender to its darkest urges.

"You have been a very good girl, Ileana," I said, stroking her clit gently. She shuddered with pleasure and gave a soft sigh, a smile flickering across her face. "You took that very well. Now I'm going to give you your reward. It might hurt a bit at first, but I think you'll quite enjoy it before the end. Get up on your hands and knees." I think that it took a moment for the order to permeate the mists of sleep that surrounded her, but she barely hesitated, scrambling up on all fours and presenting her eager cunt to me. "Good girl," I said, pressing myself against her so that my shaft lay against the slick lips of her vulva.

I reached down, positioned myself at her opening and began to press gently forward. When the head of my cock nudged against her inner lips, Ileana's entire body stiffened and she gasped. I thrust my hips forward a bit and pressed the first few inches of myself inside of her, my cockhead nudging against the barrier of her innocence. The girl whimpered and I wound her golden braid around my fist, pulling her head back to look at me as she knelt on all fours. With some astonishment, I saw that her eyes were now wide open. She stared at me with what seemed to be a mixture of trepidation and awed anticipation, her pale cheeks flushed, her plump lower lip trembling. Struck by a momentary stab of tenderness, I bent forward and kissed Ileana gently. Then I gave one hard thrust of my hips and sheathed myself inside her to the hilt. 

A violent shudder rolled through the princess's entire body. She gave a wail of pleasure and pain as I broke through her maidenhead and filled the tight, wet, cleft beyond. I held myself still for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of her body shifting and shuddering against me as she struggled to adjust to my size. Then, still looking into her wide blue eyes, my hand holding her head in place with her braid, I began to fuck her very slowly. I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back inside, relishing the sensation of being clenched so very tightly. It was slow going at first as I did little more than stroke her with my cock, waiting for her to open more fully to me. But soon I could tell that the princess was getting impatient for more. Her gasps transformed into hungry moans and she began to thrust her hips back against me. 

I answered her entreaty only when I felt her body go completely limp, when she surrendered herself totally to me. I fucked her with pneumatic force then, pumping in and out of her until I began giving a few cries of my own. I reached down with my free hand and toyed with her clit, causing Ileana to give an almost cat-like yowl. I felt her come around me almost at once, the muscles of her cunt flexing and spasming. She did it again only a few minutes later, and may have done a third time before I was through. I drew it out for as long as I could, but the exquisite wet heat of her, the yielding softness of her body, and her eagerness for what I gave her, soon became too much for me. I gave a final hard thrust and pulled out of her. Then I let go my hold on her hair and tugged the princess around so that she was facing me. She looked wide awake, although now decidedly disheveled, with her braid coming loose and her face flushed and beaded with sweat.

"Open your mouth," I said, and she obeyed immediately. I pressed the head of my cock against her tongue. "Suck it." Again she obeyed the moment the words left my lips. Her mouth was an inexpert one, and she had trouble taking any more than the first few inches of my cock down her throat, but at that point, a few moments was all I needed. When my own end came I held my hands against the back of Ileana's head, my hips jerking and the world dissolving for a moment as I shot my seed down her throat. She swallowed every last drop of it without any sign of hesitation. After the last shudder had gone from my body I pulled away from her. Ileana remained where she was, still kneeling on all fours, facing me. I felt drained suddenly, and just a little guilty. I had just taken advantage of an innocent, after all, even though she had been quite eager to be taken advantage of. 

"You are a very good girl Ileana," I said, and the happy smile that flitted across her face gave me another one of those pangs of tenderness. "But now I have to take you back to your Papa. Lie down on the sofa and go back to sleep." 

The smile vanished at that and she sighed, looking at me sadly. "Must I go back?" she asked. "I don't want to wake and find that this has all been a dream."

"But it is a dream, pet," I murmured, and even as I did so, her eyes were drifting shut. In a moment she slumped, asleep once more, although now naked and looking thoroughly used. I tucked my cock back into my trousers, straightened up and then reached into my pocket for the tinderbox. I struck a light and Aric appeared. He looked over at Ileana, and I did not miss the appreciative smirk that crossed his face as he got a look at her various attributes. 

"I see you wasted no time in hitting King Otto where it's going to hurt the most," the spirit said. "What an arduous path you have chosen for your revenge."

"Take her back to her bed," I said. "Make it so that no one knows she ever left it."

"Of course, Master," Aric replied, and as always the address carried just a hint of mockery. He walked over, scooped the naked princess into his arms, and then the both of them faded into transparency before disappearing in a flash of vivid blue light. 

    ***

From that moment forward I began to use the Princess Ileana on a nightly basis. Rarely did I allow her a night's respite. I coached her in how best to please me, took her in every conceivable position, and tormented her until she would beg me to grant her release. Sometimes I would reward her pleas. Sometimes I would simply have Aric return her to her bed, shuddering and practically weeping with her need for release. It was hard for me to deny her a climax for more than a night, though. I admit freely that I took a great deal of pleasure from seeing her body surrender itself completely to me during those moments of climax. I trained her to suck my cock, and she turned out to be quite an eager student. It was a sight to see the princess down on her knees, her golden hair all disheveled, her rose-petal mouth folded around my cock as she fought bravely to take the entire length down her throat. I strapped her, and whipped her and spanked her, slapped her ass crimson with wooden paddles, and with each dose of pain she seemed to become softer to me, more eager to do as I commanded and receive the pleasure I meted out to her. 

I set Aric to spy upon the palace and soon discovered that Ileana's caretakers had found the marks which I had made upon their charge. King Otto's rage apparently could not be described when he was told that somehow his precious daughter had been thoroughly strapped sometime during the course of the night. No one had seen her leave her chamber and the dozens of guards who kept watch over Ileana had seen no one either leave or enter the room. The princess herself had no explanation for the marks that appeared on her body night after night, save for strange dreams that she could only half-remember and hardly bring herself to relate to those attending her. She also had no explanation of why her body should occasionally be trembling and practically feverish with its craving for release, nor for the soreness that sometimes lingered between her legs. It soon became generally supposed that the Princess Ileana had caught the attention of a particularly violent incubus. Soon Aric told me that Otto had promised half his kingdom to the man who could bring his daughter's tormentor to justice.

One night, two months after I had first stolen Ileana from her bed, I was sitting sprawled in my favorite armchair with the princess crouched on the floor in front of me. She had a leather collar around her neck, to which I had attached a short lead, the end of which was looped loosely around my wrist. Her mouth was busily engaged with servicing my cock and every now and again I gave the leash a little tug, indicating that she should increase the pace of her efforts. Without warning, there was a flash of blue light and Aric appeared in the middle of the room. Ileana gave a little start of fright and pulled away from me, looking at Aric with something approaching fright in her half-sleeping eyes. I don't think she had ever been this conscious in the spirit's presence. "Ignore him, dear," I said tugging on the leash, and after a moment's hesitation she folded her mouth around the head of my cock once more. The moment she began working again, she seemed to forget all about Aric. 

"Is there something I can do for you, Aric?" I asked. "I thought that I'd made it clear that I did not want to be interrupted." I pressed down on Ileana's head for a moment, slowing the pace of her sucking so that I could concentrate a little easier. 

"Sorry to interrupt, Master," the spirit said, glancing at Ileana and smirking. "But I thought that you ought to know I was followed here tonight. King Otto is hell-bent on finding out who has been defiling his little flower and half the kingdom is out searching. I would advise that tonight be the last time you play with the Princess."

"What did you do with the man who followed you here?" I asked, curling my fingers into Ileana's hair and holding her head still for a moment so that I could feel the length of my shaft enveloped by her throat. She coughed genteelly and I released her.

"Eventually, he'll wake up in an alley a few miles away wondering how he got there."

"Then I see no reason to stop what I'm doing." 

Aric drifted across the room to where Ileana's nightdress and dressing gown lay discarded on the floor. He bent, reaching into the pocket of the dressing gown, and pulled forth a handful of tiny pebbles. "The man who followed us here tracked us using a trail of pebbles. Someone ripped a hole in the pocket of this garment and then filled it with stones. I didn't notice them falling until I arrived here, but they made a trail right to your door. Anyone could have seen it before I swept it away"

"Her father's doing no doubt," I said. I knew that Ileana would not have willingly betrayed me that way. In the past weeks I had come to have a certain amount of tenderness for her. I had come to love the way her desire to please me was evident in every gesture of her body. It had become so that I wished I could have her when she was in a state of total waking, but I knew that would be too foolish. The moment she could give her caretakers an accurate description of me, I would be arrested and in all probability executed in the nastiest way imaginable. Ileana would most likely try to keep her secrets, but her obedience ran very deep, and others than me knew how to access it. If her father demanded an answer I didn't think she would be able to defy him for very long. 

"No doubt," Aric said. "I would advise that you stop with this game you're playing and relocate to another city as soon as possible."

"I will do no such thing." I said, a plan beginning to form in my mind. "If am caught I will deal with it. Now get back into the tinderbox and stay there until I summon you again. I'm a bit busy."

"As you wish, Master," Aric said, giving me a little mocking bow. He disappeared a moment later in a little flash of bluebell flames. 

I returned my full attention to Ileana, who seemed completely absorbed in her cocksucking and not to have taken in a word of what had been said around her. "You're doing a very good job, my dear," I said, tightening my hold upon the leash. "But time to finish up now. We have to get you back to bed." I fisted my hands into her hair and began to move her head rapidly up and down, fucking her throat and not paying much attention to the little gags she gave when I pushed her too far. It did not take me long to come, and as ever, Ileana received my seed eagerly, lapping at the head of my cock when she had finished swallowing so as to catch every last drop. I put my cock away and then stood up, pulling the princess to her feet. I unbuckled the collar from around her neck, trying to ignore the twinge of dismay that it gave me to do so. It would have been nice to be able to give her a collar that could not be removed so easily. Perhaps someday I would. I pressed Ileana down upon the sofa and said, "Go back to sleep. I will see you tomorrow night."

"Thank you Master," Ileana murmured in her sleep-slurry voice. "I will miss you."

I stroked her hair once or twice and then said, "Go to sleep Ileana." She could do nothing but obey me, and a moment later the room was filled with the soft rhythmic pulse of her slumbering breath. I picked up the tinderbox and struck a light. Aric immediately appeared before me. "In future," I said, going over to the sideboard and pouring myself a glass of brandy. "Do not interrupt me when I am in the middle of being serviced. It is a bit off-putting."

"Sorry, Master," Aric said, not sounding at all repentant. "Do you want me to take her back now?" 

"Yes," I said. "And be more careful this time."

Aric scooped Ileana into his arms as if she weighed no more than a doll, and turned away from me. "If you take her away again, you are going to get caught, Rolf. My power can only stretch so far."

"Just take her back," I said, knowing that he was right. "I know what I'm doing."

"Whatever you say, Master," the spirit replied, looking at me with a kind of sad amusement. Then there was the usual burst of blue flames and both Aric and princess disappeared from the room. 

    ***

King Otto's soldiers came for me a fortnight later. I was sitting in my favorite armchair, twirling the tinderbox between my fingers and contemplating the question as to whether I should have Aric bring me Ileana. I had not used her for several nights now in the interest of caution and I admit that I was getting anxious. I had gotten used to her servicing me on an almost nightly basis, and now felt the lack of her presence quite keenly. I had just decided to wait for one more night when there came a rough pounding on the door. "Open in the name of the King," said a voice.

I stood up, slipping the tinderbox into the little secret pocket I had sown inside my britches for just such occasions as this; the habits of a soldier die hard. Then I went to the door and opened it, discovering a full squadron of palace guard standing on my front doorstep. I recognized a few of them as men I had fought with and I wondered if they would know me in my new luxurious surroundings.

"Count Von Kremp?" the captain asked. I didn't know him.

"Yes?" I said, leaning against the door jamb, trying to look casual. 

"I am placing you under arrest."

"What for?" I asked. 

The man stared hard at me for a moment and then said, "The repeated abduction of her highness the Princess Ileana."

I held my hands out in front of me, wrists together. "Go on then," I said. "Arrest me." I suppose he was unused to his charges surrendering so quickly, because the captain made a rather stupid mistake then, as I had been hoping he would. He gestured to one of his men, who hurried forward and snapped a set of heavy iron manacles on my outstretched wrists. I let my hands drop, feeling the weight of the metal, the weapon I now had at my disposal. All I had to do was lace my fists together and I had a club capable of knocking a man cold. The soldier who had shackled me began searching my body for weapons, removing the little dagger I had tucked inside my boot and unbuckling my sword from around my waist. I contemplated the merits of brings my newly weighted hands down on the back of the man's head as he stooped to retrieve my dagger, but in the end I decided against it. There were just too many of them. I went quietly, feeling the comfortable weight of the tinderbox against my thigh. 

They threw me into a black-painted carriage with bars in its windows and within minutes we were pulling through the iron gates that guarded the back entrance to the palace. My mansion was in the most fashionable part of town, directly in the shadow of King Otto's castle. I looked up at the sprawling building, with all its turrets and battlements. I saw the lights that twinkled in some of the windows and I knew that in one of those glowing rooms my princess slept. I wondered if she would recognize me if she saw me in the waking world. 

The carriage shuddered to a halt and there was a heavy crash as the gates banged shut and locked behind us. The little door in the rear was opened and a soldier pulled me roughly from the carriage. He was no doubt trying to send me sprawling flat on my face, but my balance has never failed me; I managed to keep my feet. Looking slightly put out, the soldier gave me a push and then I was herded into the castle. I was taken through winding corridors and down long staircases until I was sure that I was in the lowest depths of the castle. They pushed me into a damp cell whose two grated windows were a long distance above my head, and slammed the door shut. Then the soldiers filed out of the dungeon, leaving me alone.