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Elizabeth and Jason

By: dreamer99



Friday, Mid-April

Elizabeth came home after a long, long Friday at the office. She dropped her purse and her briefcase on the floor as she came into her apartment. She sat at the kitchen table and put her head in her hands. She was depressed, she was lonely, she was frustrated, and she was angry. Her boyfriend of seven months had dumped her at lunch...on the phone. Maybe she'd become a hermit. There were female hermits, weren't there?

The phone rang. It was Kimberly, her neighbor and co-worker. She and Kimberly had worked at the same law firm for almost a year, but Kimberly had been there a year longer. When Elizabeth moved to Centerville to take the job, Kimberly had suggested that Liz move into her building and it had worked out well for both of them.

"Are you okay, Liz, you seemed to be upset this afternoon, is something wrong?"

"Hi, Kim, no, I'm okay...at least I think I am."

She told Kimberly about Eric and they talked about it for ten minutes. Then Kimberly invited Liz to come to her apartment...said she had something to show her. 

"Okay, Kim, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." 

She changed her clothes, brushed her hair, and tried to fix her face. Then she said the hell with it and went to Kim's apartment.

Kimberly opened the door. "Come in, Liz, let's talk."

They sat on the couch and talked for about ten more minutes. 

"You really are depressed, aren't you?" 

Liz tried to laugh, "I'll get over it, it's not like I've never been dumped before. What did you want to show me?"

Kim smiled, then she turned toward the bedroom.

"Come here, Gregory."

Liz turned just as Gregory came into the room. Her mouth dropped open. Gregory was naked...with a full erection! She watched him as he approached Kim, dropped to his knees and elbows, and kissed her right foot and then her left foot.

Kim turned toward Liz.

"This is Gregory, what do you think of him?"

Liz was too stunned to respond. 

Kim laughed, "I've realized that Gregory is what I've always needed, Liz...he belongs to me. This is Miss Elizabeth, Gregory."

Gregory spoke without looking up. "Good evening, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth responded automatically. "Good evening, Gregory."

Liz was looking down at Gregory. He was still kneeling at Kim's feet, his face just above her shoes.

She turned back toward Kim. "What do you mean he belongs to you?"

"He does whatever I want him to do...don't you, Gregory?"

Gregory responded, again without looking up. "Yes, Mistress Kimberly."

Kim laughed again, "See, I told you."

"I've never heard of anything like that. How can that be?"

"I found him online. He offered to give himself to me and I took him up on it."

"How long has this been going on?"

"I've had him for a little over a month now. It's been quite wonderful."

Liz looked at Gregory again, then she looked back at Kim. 

When Liz didn't speak, Kim said, "This is what you need, Liz. You're too fantastic to put up with crap from men. You don't give me any crap, do you, Gregory?"

"No, Mistress."

Kim was smiling. "See what I mean, Liz. You really should try this."

"What do you mean, he does what you want him to do?"

"That's exactly what I mean. He waits on me hand and foot, he sees to my every need and comfort, he gives wonderful massages. He sucks my toes when I want him to." She smiled. "And he is very conscientious when it comes to my sexual satisfaction."

"What does Gregory get out of this?"

Kim looked down at him. "Tell Miss Elizabeth what you get out of this, Gregory."

"I get the pleasure of making Mistress Kimberly happy, Miss Elizabeth. I get the satisfaction of knowing that I've pleased her."

Liz sat back and looked at the two of them. 

"You look like you don't believe this, Liz."

"I'm not sure that I do. And I'm sure I don't understand it. Is this a joke, Kim? And why is he naked?"

"There's really nothing to understand, Liz, and it's not a joke. This is the way it is. He's naked because I require it. It's his constant reminder of his submissive status. Gregory has given himself to me, for my needs and my pleasure."

She spoke to Gregory while she was still looking at Liz. "Gregory, wine and cheese."

He stood quickly and walked to the kitchen. Liz watched him as he left the room.

"He has precum, Kim."

"Men get that way when they haven't had an orgasm for a while. As I said, I've had Gregory a little over a month and he's had three orgasms in that time. It's been almost a week since his last one." Kim smiled. "We often talk about his orgasms, but he doesn't get them unless I want him to."

"You mean you keep him from having orgasms?"

"He's much more attentive to my needs when he hasn't had an orgasm for a while. And, believe it or not, it keeps him docile."

"I didn't think men could do that, I thought they had to have orgasms every day."

Gregory had come back while Kimberly was talking. He was carrying a cheese platter, which he placed on the table in front of them. 

Kim laughed, "That's what they want us to believe, Liz...but it's not true. They can go a long time between orgasms."

Gregory went back to the kitchen. 

"This is all very hard to believe."

Gregory returned with two glasses of wine, placing a glass in front of each of them. He dropped back to his knees at Kim's feet. Liz watched with amazement. 

"He has a great need to be please me. He's very careful not to disappoint me. Am I right, Gregory?"

"Yes, Mistress Kimberly."

"Tell Miss Elizabeth some more about our relationship, Gregory."

"I've never been happier than I am now, Miss Elizabeth. All I think about is pleasing Mistress Kimberly."

"Even if she tells you that you can't have an orgasm?"

"What's best for Mistress Kimberly is what's best for me, Miss Elizabeth."

Kim leaned back and sighed. "A submissive man is really a joy, Liz."

"How long is this going to last?"

Kim looked down at Gregory. "I'm planning on it being long term." She touched Gregory's thigh with the tip of her shoe. He didn't move. "I can't force him to stay with me, he can change his mind at any time, but he doesn't seem inclined to do that. His lease is up in two months...he's agreed to move into my apartment then. He's here all the time, anyway." 

"What type of work does he do?"

"Gregory?"

"I work for the state, Miss Elizabeth. I'm an engineer."

Kim picked up a piece of cheese and ate it. "Help yourself, Liz...Gregory does all my shopping. He's very good at it."

Liz took a piece of cheese while Kim picked up her glass of wine. Liz took her glass also.

"Here, Gregory."

Kim held a piece of cheese to his lips. He ate it from her fingers. She took a bite from another piece and fed him the remainder. By the time the platter was empty, he had eaten more than the two of them together. She gave him her glass of wine, which he finished. 

Liz moved her eyes from Kim to Gregory and back again. She didn't speak.

"You're staying for dinner, I hope. Dinner, Gregory."

He stood quickly and went to the kitchen.

"He's not much for cooking, but he is good at presentation and serving. I'm hopeful that he'll be able to learn how to do some cooking."

"I think I'm in shock, Kim. He really obeys you?"

She smiled, "Of course. He's submissive."

"I didn't know any man would be like that."

"Well, Eric is certainly not submissive...that's why you're better off without him. You need a submissive man, Liz. You would really enjoy him."

Gregory came back to the living room. He stood beside Kim and told her that dinner was ready. She stood and took Liz's arm, pulling her gently to her feet.

"Come along, Gregory."

He followed them to the dining room. Two places were set. He helped Liz with her chair and placed a napkin in her lap. Then he came around to Kim's chair and helped her with her chair and napkin. He went to the kitchen. Kim winked at Liz. He came back with the food platters and put them on the table. He put food on Liz's plate and then on Kim's plate. He went back to the kitchen and returned with two more glasses of wine.

"Would you like anything else, Mistress Kimberly?"

"Anything else you would like, Liz?"

Liz was staring again. She looked down at her plate. "No, I think this is plenty. It looks very good."

"I had to cook it. Maybe at a future dinner, Gregory will be able to do everything. You may get your bowl, Gregory."

"Yes, Mistress...thank you, Mistress."

He went to the kitchen and came back with a bowl. Liz could see that it was empty. He knelt near Kim, holding the bowl in both hands. 

"He has nothing to eat, Kim."

"He'll eat what we eat...but not just yet."

Liz began to eat her salad and then her fish and carrots but she could barely take her eyes from Gregory. Could there really be men who would do this for a woman? She knew she had never known a man like this.

"Your bowl, Gregory."

He raised his bowl toward Kim and she put a piece of fish in it. He started to eat it while Kim sipped her wine.

"Water, Gregory."

He put his bowl down and quickly went to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of water. Kim took a sip from her glass.

He picked up his bowl and resumed eating again. Kim leaned over and put some carrots in his bowl.

"So, Liz, what do you think now?"

Liz realized that she'd stopped eating. She'd been too busy watching them. She started to eat again while she pondered Kim's question.

"I have to admit I'm intrigued."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I have a suggestion for you. Jason."

"Who's Jason?"

"I had Jason for a weekend shortly before I found Gregory. His attitude is excellent, it's just as good as Gregory's, but there was no chemistry, no physical attraction. But, with the right mistress, he'd be very good." 

"What's wrong with him?"

"Well...nothing's wrong with him but he is a bit overweight. Actually, he's fat. But you could just use him for the practice."

"That wouldn't be fair to him."

"Oh, Liz, this isn't about fairness to men. And, who knows, you might like him and keep him. You just never know. Think of it as a blind date."

"Well--"

"Oh, there's something else you need to know. Gregory and Jason are a lot alike, they just want to serve and please, which is what I want. But not all submissive men are the same. Some like to be tied up, some like to be spanked, some like to be abused, some like to be humiliated...and some like to feel real pain, some of them want extreme pain. So, if you'd prefer one of those types, I can help you find him."

Liz thought for a moment, then she shook her head. "I had no idea, honestly I didn't."

"I was pretty sure you didn't. But it is a wonderful thing, don't you think?"

"I don't know, I guess so." She glanced at Gregory for a moment. "But what would happen if you wanted to abuse or beat Gregory?"

Kim laughed, "Gregory and I have an understanding concerning what's appropriate in our relationship. And we're both comfortable with it. If I wanted to beat a man, I would have found a different one." She paused for a moment, still looking at Liz. "So, if you think our arrangement is good, Jason might turn out to be just right for you."

Liz leaned back, looking at Gregory again.

Kim leaned over and emptied her plate into Gregory's bowl.

"Are you finished, Liz?"

"Yes...it was very good, but Gregory gave me so much, I just can't eat any more."

Kim laughed. "He does that so he'll have more to eat. I'm sure you noticed that he ate most of the cheese." 

She took Liz's plate and emptied it into his bowl. They both watched him as he ate.

"He does have a good appetite...but he works out and he doesn't gain weight, so I usually let him eat as much as he wants. He is a good-looking man, don't you think?"

"Yes, he certainly is.

When he finished eating, Kim spoke to him.

"We're finished, Gregory."

Gregory stood and took their napkins. As he was clearing the table, Kim spoke to him again. "Have you made coffee, Gregory?"

"Yes, Mistress Kimberly."

"Bring us coffee, then clean the kitchen. You may finish my wine and Miss Elizabeth's wine, afterwards." 

"Thank you, Mistress." He finished clearing the table, taking the dishes and silverware to the kitchen. He returned with the coffee a moment later. He poured a cup for each of them and offered cream and sugar. Then he went back to the kitchen.

"He'll be in the kitchen for a while. He has to wash and dry the dishes and then put everything away."

"Is your dishwasher broken?"

Liz smiled. "No, not at all. I just think he should have real chores to do. And sometimes I like to watch him while he does them. He also washes my underwear by hand. So, Liz...should I call Jason? He lives about ten minutes away. I could have him here in fifteen minutes."

"You've already told him about me?"

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that. But I'm pretty sure he's home alone. And if I tell him to come here, he'll come immediately. He is a true submissive, Liz.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"What do you have to lose? If you don't like him, just send him away. Believe me, if you send him away, he won't bother you again. Gregory, come here."

He came immediately from the kitchen and stood by her chair.

"Bring me my phone and my address book."

He went to the living room and came back with both items. He held them out to her, in his open hands, and she took them from him. "Gregory, I'm going to call another submissive man I know. I want Miss Elizabeth to meet him. You may finish in the kitchen, then wait there until I call you." 

"Yes, Mistress."

He returned to the kitchen, disappointed that Elizabeth was not going to stay the evening with his mistress. He had hoped that he would be required to please both of them.

She looked up Jason's number as Gregory left, and dialed it.

When Jason's phone rang, he was lying on the couch watching a drama show on TV. It was one of his favorite shows because one of the lead characters was a strong, confident, no-nonsense woman. He always fantasized about serving her, sometimes the character, and sometimes the actress, herself. He had his fly open and he was touching himself. He had been too tired the previous night but he knew he'd masturbate tonight. He was going to tease himself as long as he could, the way he thought the actress might do it. There was a similar show on after this one and he was going to tease himself through both of them. The actress was sitting on a chair, her legs crossed, talking to another character. He was fantasizing about kneeling in front of her when the phone rang. 

He looked over at it, wondering who would be calling him tonight. He reached for the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello, Jason, this is Miss Kimberly."

He pulled himself to a sitting position. "Hello, Miss Kimberly, how are you?

"I'd like you to come here tonight...now."

"Yes, Miss Kimberly, would thirty minutes be okay?"

"No, that's too long. Be here in fifteen minutes."

"Yes, Miss Kimberly."

"Goodbye, Jason."

She had hung up before he could say goodbye. He sat for a few seconds. He was surprised that she had called him. The few days he had spent with her were disappointing and discouraging, but they were still exciting. He hadn't expected to hear from her again. He had thought about searching for a real woman again but he just couldn't get started. Maybe she had changed her mind. He went to the bedroom and changed clothes quickly. He assumed that she would want him to take his clothes off but he thought he should be better dressed when he got there. He was glad he hadn't had an orgasm, he knew she would expect him to be fully erect at all times. He was excited now. He was glad he hadn't thought about searching for another mistress. He was in his car in less than five minutes and he drove to her apartment, quickly, but carefully.

After she hung up the phone, Kim turned to Liz.

"He's on his way."

Liz took a deep breath. "I wonder if this is a good idea."

Kim smiled. "Just relax, Liz, I think you're beginning to like the idea."

They sipped their coffee and talked for the next fifteen minutes while Gregory continued to work in the kitchen. Kim gave Liz some tips about what she should and shouldn't do with Jason. Liz asked some questions which Kim answered. Then, they heard a soft knock on the door. 

"Liz, why don't you go to the living room while I let Jason in?"

Kimberly went to the door and opened it.

"Come in, Jason. You can leave your clothes here and join me in the living room." 

She locked the door and walked from the hallway to the living room, leaving Jason there. Kimberly and Elizabeth sat on the couch, waiting. In less than a minute, Jason came into the living room. He looked surprised to see someone else and he looked embarrassed at being naked in front of someone he didn't know. He had felt the same way the first time Miss Kimberly had seen him naked, but he had adjusted. He felt his erection soften. He looked down at the floor.

"Jason, this is Miss Elizabeth. I've told her about you and she wanted to meet you. She's in need of a submissive male."

Jason breathed a little faster. Obviously, Miss Kimberly had not changed her mind.

"Say hello to Miss Elizabeth, Jason. And do it properly."

He immediately dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over to her. He kissed her right shoe and then her left one.

"I'm happy to meet you, Miss Elizabeth."

Liz was once again stunned. Jason was nice-looking, but he was indeed fat. She thought he probably met the definition of obese. And she wasn't sure he had an erection...certainly not like Gregory had, anyway. She managed a reply.

"Hello, Jason."

Kim spoke again. "I think you may have gained some weight since we last saw each other. Is that right, Jason?"

"I think so, Miss Kimberly."

"And you're not very hard. When was your last orgasm?"

"Wednesday night, Miss Kimberly."

"Well, I guess I can understand that." She turned toward Liz. "I didn't allow Jason to have an orgasm during our weekend. He was considerably harder when the weekend was over. Gregory's the same way, men have too many orgasms when they're not being supervised."

Kim stood. "We're going to weigh you, Jason...let's go to the bathroom."

She started walking and Jason stood and walked behind her. Liz followed.

"Get on the scale, Jason."

He stepped on the scale as Kim watched it. 

"246. How tall are you, Jason?"

"I'm 5, 10, Miss Kimberly."

Kim turned to Liz. "He has gained some weight. But anyway, it might be good if you at least keep him for the weekend. How about it?"

Liz was thinking that she wished she had stayed in her own apartment. But at this point, she felt trapped. She didn't see a graceful way out.

"Okay, Kim, I'll try your suggestion."

"I'm glad, Liz. Take him now, and you're both invited back here for breakfast tomorrow morning. Okay? Get dressed, Jason." 

Jason went to his clothes and started dressing. Kimberly and Elizabeth followed and watched while he dressed. All Elizabeth could think about was how big he was. How could she do this? She started to feel hatred toward Eric. "All right, Kim...I'll call you in the morning."

The two women hugged and Elizabeth and Jason left together. She walked to the elevator and Jason followed two steps behind her. She pushed the button for her floor and they rode in silence. She left the elevator at her floor and Jason again followed her. In her apartment, she locked the door behind her and turned toward Jason. He had already begun to get undressed. She wanted to stop him but he was undressed before she could manage to say anything. He knelt quickly. 

Jason was already entranced with Elizabeth. He had been thinking as they walked to her apartment and had concluded that she might want him to belong to her. Besides, it was obvious that Kimberly didn't want him. 


Elizabeth and Jason



"If you will have me, Miss Elizabeth, I will serve and please you. I offer myself to you, Miss Elizabeth. For your pleasure."

She had no response. She turned to go to the living room. Jason crawled behind her. She sat on the couch and looked down at him for a moment.

"Sit up, Jason. I want to see your eyes."

He sat back on his heels. He felt embarrassed to look into her eyes but he tried.

"Tell me about yourself."

He felt his erection begin to grow. "I'm a teacher, Miss Elizabeth. A math teacher...in a middle school."

"How old are you."

"Twenty-seven, Miss Elizabeth."

He was two years older than she was.

"How many women have you been submissive to?"

"I guess none would be the correct answer, Miss Elizabeth. Miss Kimberly was the only woman who ever tried it with me but then she didn't want me. I've fantasized about it my whole life."

"Have you always been this...this heavy, Jason?"

"I've always had that tendency, Miss Elizabeth. I pretty much had it under control until I was halfway through college. Then it got away from me. And I guess I've been gaining weight ever since."

She looked at him as he talked. He had gotten a little harder but she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

She waited another minute before she spoke. "Are you a virgin?"

No, Miss Elizabeth. I've had sex with several women, but I haven't had any since I was in college. Since I started gaining all this weight."

"Why did you do that, Jason? You'd be an attractive man if you weighed less."

"I've tried to lose it, Miss Elizabeth, I really have. I just haven't been able to do it."

"You weren't submissive with any of these women you had sex with?"

"I hinted at it, but I don't think any of them knew what I was talking about. I did ask one woman directly and she told me I was sick. I never really did enjoy the sex all that much because I was fantasizing about being submissive...but the women I knew didn't want to do that."

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Most nights, Miss Elizabeth. Sometimes I'm just too tired."

She leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment. She had run out of questions and she didn't know what to do next. Then Jason spoke. "Miss Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Jason?"

"May I ask what your work is?"

"Yes, of course...I'm a lawyer. Kim and I both work for Oliver & Douglass." 

"I had no idea what Miss Kimberly does...we didn't really talk. Miss Elizabeth, may I ask you who Gregory is?"

"I just met him tonight...but apparently he and Kim have been together about a month."

Jason looked down for a moment, "I see."

Then he looked up again. "I'm glad that Miss Kimberly called me tonight, otherwise I wouldn't have met you. I'd love to serve you, Miss Elizabeth. I'll do whatever you want, Miss Elizabeth, I promise."

"Jason, I believe this has been the most unusual day of my life. I never knew there were men like you and Gregory. And I'm suddenly so tired. I think I need to get some sleep."

"I understand, Miss Elizabeth, I can leave now." 

He looked so sad, she couldn't stand it. "Jason."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth?"

"If you wouldn't mind sleeping on my couch tonight, we could talk some more tomorrow. And we do have a breakfast date."

His face brightened immediately. "Thank you so much, Miss Elizabeth, whatever you say, I'll sleep on your floor if you want me to. I'm happy just to be with you, Miss Elizabeth, I'll do any--" 

She interrupted him. "All right, Jason, come with me and I'll get some sheets for you."

He followed her to her linen closet and she gave him sheets, a pillowcase, and a pillow. She went with him to the couch and watched as he spread the sheets and placed the pillow. She pointed toward the bathroom. "You may use the bathroom whenever you need it, Jason."

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, thank you so much." 

He was absolutely euphoric now. She couldn't believe how his manner had changed just because she told him he could sleep on her couch. She decided that she liked him when he wasn't so sad...if only he wasn't so fat. As she turned toward her bedroom, she saw his erection.

"I'll see you in the morning, Jason."

"Good night, Miss Elizabeth...thank you again."

She closed the door to her bedroom. And wondered if she would be able to sleep, her head was spinning. Then the thought that Jason might try to come into her room entered her mind. She had inferred from what Kim said that he was safe, but what if he wasn't? He weighed twice as much as she did. Even though it was late, she thought about calling Kim. She still had a lot of questions for her. She decided to move a chair in front of the door. It might not keep him out, but at least she'd get some warning if he tried to get in. She undressed but then she decided that she'd better put on her exercise clothes. At last, she climbed into bed and tried to sleep. The thoughts of actually having a man serve her kept racing through her mind. She couldn't shut them out. She tried to think of Eric doing that but she couldn't imagine it. She lay there for what felt like an hour. Then she slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Saturday

The phone woke her Saturday morning. She looked at the clock. She couldn't believe it read 9:04. It was Kim. 

"Hello, Kim."

"Well, what happened, what did you do, how was it, are you ready for breakfast?"

Liz laughed. "Slow down, Kim...nothing happened, he's sleeping on my couch. We can be ready for breakfast in about a half-hour. Is that a good time?"

"Sure, a half-hour is fine."

"That's if he's still here...he may have gone home while I was sleeping."

"He's still there."

"I'll call you if he's not, otherwise a half-hour it is."

She hung up the phone, got out of bed, and put on a robe. She moved the chair, took a deep breath, and opened the door. She walked around the corner and saw him. He was sitting on the floor, his knees bent, his head on his knees. He had folded the sheets and put them on the floor at the side of the couch. He was still naked.

"Jason."

She had startled him. He looked up quickly and saw her. He immediately got to his knees. She saw that he was hard...and still fat.

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth, good morning."

"What were you doing, Jason?"

"I couldn't sleep any more, Miss Elizabeth, I was just waiting for you."

"Were you comfortable on my couch?"

"It was fine, Miss Elizabeth."

"It's time for breakfast...I'm going to call Kim...you can wash up and get dressed."

She turned, went back to the bedroom, and called Kim.

"Oh, no...don't tell me he left!"

"No, no, he's still here. But I was wondering what you're serving for breakfast."

"I'm going to start making it now...just the usual, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, nothing fancy."

"Well..."

"Is there something else you'd like to have?"

"I was just thinking...Jason shouldn't eat anything like that. I'm going to get his eating under control."

"Then you do like him! I'm so happy for you, Liz. Tell me what you want."

"I was thinking some plain low-fat yogurt and fruit."

"I have plenty of fruit and I'll send Gregory out right now to get the yogurt."

"Thanks so much, Kim, I really do appreciate it."

"Think nothing of it, just get here as soon as you can."

She went back to the living room. Jason was standing there, dressed.

"Wait here, Jason, I'll just be a few minutes."

She went back to the bedroom and got dressed. She decided on slacks, a blouse, and low heels. She went to the bathroom, brushed her hair, and put on a touch of lipstick. When she returned to the living room, Jason said, "You look very nice, Miss Elizabeth. You looked nice last night, too, I just didn't have an opportunity to tell you. You're very pretty."

"Thank you, Jason."

They left her apartment and got on the elevator. They rode in silence again. When they got to Kim's apartment, she knocked on the door. Kim opened the door and invited them in. She took Liz's arm and walked with her to the dining room. Jason watched them as they walked away, talking. He quickly got undressed and came into the dining room. They were sitting at the table. He went to Liz's side and knelt, waiting. Kim was asking all sorts of questions about last night. He was embarrassed, but he stayed in place. 

"Where's Gregory?"

"He had to run out to get some things. He'll be back in a few minutes."

Just then, the door opened and Gregory came in, carrying a small bag. He went straight to the kitchen and returned in few minutes, naked. He went to Kim's side and knelt. Liz noticed that he was very hard, much harder than Jason was.

Both men stayed in place while the women talked. The men didn't look at each other. Then Kim stood.

"Come along, Gregory, we need to finish getting breakfast ready."

He stood and followed her out of the room.

Liz said nothing for a moment. Then Jason spoke.

"Miss Elizabeth, are you upset with me?"

She put her hand on the back of his head and smoothed his hair.

"No, I'm just thinking."

It was the first time she had touched him. He was exhilarated. He felt his erection begin to grow. Kim came back and sat down. She smiled as she saw them.

"Jason looks so happy, Liz...I think you two are good for each other."

"Are you happy, Jason?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I'm very happy to be with you."

Gregory came in carrying platters of food. He put them on the table. He placed a napkin in Kim's lap and then one in Liz's lap. He put eggs and bacon on their plates. He poured orange juice for them. He went back to the kitchen and returned with two bowls. He handed one to Jason and knelt next to Kim, holding his bowl. Liz took a bite and then so did Kim. 

"This is very good, Kim."

Kim smiled, "Thanks, Liz...glad you like it."

"Could Jason and I have some water?"

"Gregory."

Gregory stood and went to the kitchen, coming back with two large glasses of water. He put them both by Liz and knelt where he was before.

"Thank you, Gregory."

"You're welcome, Miss Elizabeth."

Liz started thinking about what was happening. She and Kim were eating breakfast and there were two naked men on their knees, ready to wait on them, ready to do anything they were told to do. It was surreal. 

Kim could see Jason as she ate. She saw him watching every forkful of food as it entered their mouths. He was obviously very hungry but he knew what her routine was because he had spent a weekend with her. She was wondering how he was going to react to the food that Liz was going to give him for breakfast.

"Coffee, Gregory."

He stood and went to the kitchen, coming back with the pot. He poured coffee for both of them, took the pot back to the kitchen, returned, and knelt. Liz stopped eating and leaned back in her chair.

"This was so good, Kim...but it was too much again." She hadn't even touched the bacon. She sipped her coffee. 



"I think Jason should eat now." She handed him one of the glasses of water. "Drink this first, Jason." 

He drank it in several large gulps. She held out her hand and Jason handed her his bowl. She picked up the bowl of yogurt from the table and spooned some into his bowl while Kim emptied her plate and Liz's plate into Gregory's bowl. Liz put some strawberries in with the yogurt, added a spoon, and handed the bowl to Jason. He looked up at her...she could see the questioning in his eyes.

"I'm putting you on a diet, Jason. And an exercise program. I'm going to make a new man out of you."

He looked at his bowl of yogurt and strawberries. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth. I will do anything you wish me to do." He began to eat the yogurt and strawberries, which he finished very quickly. He looked up at Liz when he finished. 

"You ate that quickly, Jason. You must have liked it."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I did." He looked over at Gregory who was eating the eggs and bacon, but he didn't say anything. Liz noticed how hard he was now. She couldn't help but smile. They drank their coffee and talked until Gregory finished eating.

"You can clean up now, Gregory, Miss Elizabeth and I will be in the living room."

As Kim started to stand, Gregory quickly moved behind her, took her napkin, and held her chair. Then he did the same for Liz. As they left the dining room, Gregory started clearing the table. Jason stood and followed them. When they sat, he knelt near Liz and listened as they talked.

"What are you and Jason going to do today, Liz?"

"I want to talk with him some more...then I'll decide what else we do."

Jason felt relief when he heard that. Last night he had been sure that she was going to tell him to leave and he had been afraid all morning that she would send him home. They continued talking when Gregory came into the room and knelt beside Kim. Liz kept looking over at Gregory while she and Kim talked. After about an hour, she thanked Kim for the breakfast and told her that she and Jason should be leaving. 

"Get dressed, Jason, we'll be leaving in a few minutes."

He stood and went to his clothes. He dressed quickly and waited by the door. Liz came a few minutes later and they left. As they approached the elevator, Liz stopped. Jason stopped just behind her.

"I forgot to ask Kim something." She handed her apartment key to Jason. "Go to my apartment and wait for me. I'll just be a few minutes." 

Jason waited for the elevator as Liz went back to Kim's apartment. When Kim opened the door, Liz told her she needed to ask her something.

"Of course, come in. Gregory, go to the kitchen and stay there."

He quickly left the room.

"Kim, where does Gregory sleep?"

"He sleeps in my bedroom, on an air mattress beside my bed."

"Would you mind if I looked at it?"

"Of course not...you can see it now."

They went into her bedroom and Liz looked at the mattress.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Gregory says it is. And I insisted that he tell me if it wasn't. I told him I would be very upset if he got a backache just because he was afraid to tell me."

"Where did you get it?"

"From a store over on Pine Street, I can have Gregory get one for you this afternoon. You do what you need to do with Jason."

"That's awfully nice of you, Kim. I'm so indebted to you already."

"Nonsense. And Gregory loves to be of service. Oh, it'll cost about $60, is that okay?"

Liz smiled. "Sounds great."

"Just call me anytime after two hours and I'll have Gregory bring it to you."

Liz gave Kim a hug and left. She went to her apartment and knocked on the door. Jason opened it immediately. He must have been standing next to the door. She saw that he still had his erection. She thought he had precum now.

"I want to go to your apartment, Jason. Get dressed. You can drive."

He looked surprised but he didn't object. When they got to his car, he held the door for her while she got in. She had to admit to herself that she liked that. It had been a long time since a man had provided that courtesy for her. She was reasonably sure that the last time Eric did it was on their first date. She also realized that she was beginning to enjoy being able to tell Jason what to do. 

When they had gone just a short distance, he spoke. "That's my school, Miss Elizabeth, Wallace Middle School."

"That's your school? You could easily walk there from my place. How much farther to your apartment?"

"We're about halfway now."

"Then you could walk to your school from your apartment, too. Have you been driving?"

He looked sheepish. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

"Jason, Jason...we have so much work to do."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I know."

When they arrived at his apartment building, he held the door again and then led the way to his apartment. He unlocked the door and stepped aside so she could enter. She walked in and looked around. He undressed quickly. The apartment was neat and spotless, nothing out of place. She walked through the apartment with Jason following her. She saw that his bed was made, there were no dishes in the sink, no clothes laying around.

"I'm impressed, Jason, I really am."

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth."

"I mean, you had no idea that anyone would be coming here with you. And you only had a few minutes before you left yesterday evening. You must keep your place like this all the time."

"I do try to do that, Miss Elizabeth."

She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and the freezer.

"Oh, dear. Look at all of this dreadful food...bologna, ham, bacon, hot dogs, cheese, buns, white bread, a cake, a pie, whole milk, chocolate syrup, soft drinks, jelly, butter...and no fruit and no vegetables. And ice cream in the freezer." She closed the doors and opened the cabinets. "Oh, Jason. Cookies, potato chips, donuts, candy bars, cheese crackers, all these little cakes, peanut butter."

She turned to look at him, her arms crossed under her breasts.

He looked down at the floor.

She looked at him for almost a minute. "Look at me, Jason."

He raised his head and looked into her eyes.

"What do you eat on a typical day?"

"I usually take a sandwich to school, something with meat and cheese."

"Anything else?"

"Well...I may have a candy bar and a soft drink in the afternoon."

"Anything else?"

"Sometimes I have that mid-morning too."

"And dinner?"

"Sometimes I stop on the way home. Maybe a couple of cheeseburgers, fries, and a shake. Sometimes I eat something from the refrigerator."

"When do you eat the ice cream? And the cookies? And the potato chips?"

"In the evening...if I get hungry."

"Anything else?"

"No, Miss Elizabeth...that's about it."

"What about the weekend?"

"Usually the same thing on Saturday...sometimes on Sunday I go to the diner...it's in the next block."

"What do you eat there?"

"Usually a ham and cheese omelet with hash browns and toast."

She sighed and stared at him for another minute. He looked at the floor again.

"Throw it all away...now."

He looked up. She looked angry. "Miss Elizabeth?"

"Did you not hear me, Jason? Throw all of this food away...right now."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

He took a large trash bag out of a cabinet. "Miss Elizabeth, I'm so hungry...may I eat something before I throw it away?"

"No."

He looked so miserable. But she saw his erection. It was unmistakable.

She watched as he poured all the liquids into the sink and put the bottles and the packages in the trash bag. He filled two large bags, which he put by the front door. "Do you want me to take these to the trash room now, Miss Elizabeth, or when we leave?"

"Just leave them there for the moment. I want to talk to you some more."

She walked to his couch and sat. He knelt in front of her.

"You told me that you've tried to lose weight. What did you mean by that?"

"I never eat breakfast, Miss Elizabeth."

She stared at him in disbelief. "Jason...It's obvious that you are an intelligent person. You have to know that you've just been fooling yourself. Why have you been doing that?"

He was looking down at the floor. "I don't know, Miss Elizabeth. I just get so hungry."

She looked at him for another moment. "Pack a suitcase. Take whatever you need for the next week"

His head snapped up. His face brightened again. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

He went to his bedroom. He was almost running. She walked behind him. When she got to the bedroom, he had opened a suitcase on his bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him as he put his clothes in. He went to the bathroom and got his toilet articles. He closed the suitcase and took some clothes on hangers. He got his briefcase from the closet. "I'm packed, Miss Elizabeth." He looked so happy.

"Get dressed and take the garbage out. Do it quickly. And don't eat any of it."

He went to the hallway and got dressed. He picked up the trash bags and left the apartment. Liz stayed seated on his bed, thinking. He was back in ten minutes. He came to his bedroom and stood just inside the door. She looked up at him and smiled. He was beaming. He made no attempt to hide his emotions. She only had to look at him to know how he felt and what he was thinking.




Elizabeth and Jason



She stood. "Give me the key to your apartment, Jason. I don't want you to have a place where you can eat this awful food."

He took his key ring out of his pocket and quickly removed his apartment key. He held it in his outstretched palm. She took it. "What are those other keys?" 

"These two are for the school...this one is for my desk and this one is for the Faculty Lounge. This is my mail box key." He reached in his pocket and took out another key. "This is my car key."

"Give me your mailbox key. I'll get your mail for you, I don't want you coming back here next week." He handed her the key. "You keep the rest of the keys." He put them back into his pocket. "Are you ready to leave now?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth." 

He took his suitcase, briefcase, and clothes to the hall. He opened the door and held it for her. She walked into the hallway and he followed her. He waited while she locked the door. He put his suitcase down and held the front door of the building for her. He put it down again by his car and held the car door for her. She was thinking that maybe she could get used to this. She was still trying to imagine Eric doing anything like this. He put his cases in the trunk, hung his clothes in the back, and got into his car. 

As he started the car, she spoke. "We need to stop at the grocery. There's one about two miles past my apartment." She gave him the directions.

She spoke again as he turned onto the street. "When did you last have an orgasm, Jason?"

He was surprised at her question...then he answered. "It was Wednesday night, Miss Elizabeth."

"So you didn't have one last night. Why not?"

"I didn't think you wanted me to, Miss Elizabeth. I would never do it unless you gave me permission."

"Really...how interesting. What time Wednesday did you have it?"

"I guess around 10:30...I try to be asleep by eleven."

"That's two and a half days...I have noticed that your erection seems to be much stronger today than last night."

"It is much stronger, Miss Elizabeth, I think that's caused by being with you."

She smiled, "What's the longest you've gone without an orgasm?"

"When I was with Miss Kimberly. That was five days."

"I thought you were just with her for one weekend."

"I was...but she wanted to meet me first, she called me on Tuesday and asked me to meet her for coffee on Wednesday. She gave me the address of a coffee shop and told me to meet her at six...and not to have any more orgasms until then. 

"And you didn't?"

"No, Miss Elizabeth, I obeyed her, it's my dream to be controlled by a woman. But when she told me to leave at five on Sunday, I went right home and had one. I did it as soon as I got there. Then I ate something and had another one before I went to bed."

"Do you remember Kim saying that men have too many orgasms?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

"She also told me that she's had Gregory for a month...and that he's only had three orgasms in that time."

He was just turning into the parking lot when she said that. He looked over at her quickly and then he looked to the front again. "Really?"

"That's what she told me."

He pulled into a parking space. "That's a long time between orgasms."

"Yes, it is....let's go inside."

He turned off the engine, got out of the car and hurried to her side. He opened the door and she got out. She was thinking about what would have happened if she had told Eric that she didn't want him to have an orgasm. Maybe Kim did have the right idea. 

Inside the grocery, he pushed the cart, she pointed out the items she wanted, and he put them in the cart. She selected fruits and vegetables, high fiber, no-sugar cereal, oatmeal, low-fat bread, tuna, fresh fish, chicken breasts, skim milk, orange juice, and eggs. He put each item she wanted in the cart but she could tell that he didn't seem to be particularly happy about her choices. And she noticed him looking longingly at some of the same foods he had just thrown away, but he didn't say anything. He put all of the items on the conveyer belt at the checkout stand. When the cashier had totaled the purchase, she took out her credit card.

"I'd be happy to buy the groceries." She looked over at him...he had his checkbook in his hand.

"Why don't we split it, Jason? I'll pay by credit card and you can give me a check for half of it."

He smiled. "I'd be happy to do that."

He took all of the groceries and loaded them in the trunk while she waited in the car. She was thinking how great it was to have someone do all the chores. He unloaded the groceries and his cases at her apartment. He made three trips while she relaxed. As soon as he had everything inside, he undressed and put the groceries away. He knelt beside her.

"Come with me to the bathroom."

In the bathroom, she told him to step on the scale. She looked at the dial "245...I don't know if the difference is in my scale or if you've lost a pound, but 245 will be your base weight." She went back to the living room and he followed. She took a small notebook from a desk drawer and wrote the date and his weight in it. "We'll weigh you every Saturday from now on, Jason."

She picked up the phone and called Kim.

"We're back, now...is this a good time?"

"Gregory will be right there."

She hung the phone up. "Gregory is bringing me something. Would you like to wait in my bedroom?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth...but I will stay here if that is what you want. I will always do what you want."

"I think I'd like you to go to my bedroom."

He stood and left the room. A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door and Gregory came in with the package.

"Miss Kimberly said that I was to help you set this up, if you'd like that, Miss Elizabeth."

"Thank you, Gregory, but we can do it...it was very kind of you to get it for me."

"It was my pleasure, Miss Elizabeth. The instructions are inside the box."

She looked at the receipt taped to the box and asked him to wait a moment. She went to her desk and wrote a check to Kim. "Would you give this to Kimberly, Gregory?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, of course."

She walked him to the door. At the door, she said, "I'd like to ask you something else, Gregory, do you mind?"

"No, Miss Elizabeth, of course not."

"Were you comfortable with Jason being there last night and this morning?"

He looked down for a moment, then he looked her in the eye. "I would really have preferred that he not be there, Miss Elizabeth. But it wasn't a big deal. Mistress Kimberly knows that I'm not bi-sexual and she had told me that she had no intention of involving me with another man, even though some women like to do that, so I wasn't worried. I knew that Mistress was just looking out for your best interest. I understood what was going on, it wasn't a problem, really it wasn't." He paused, "We really do have that understanding that she told you about."

He left and she went to her bedroom. Jason was on his knees near her bed. She went to the bed and sat.

"I didn't think you were comfortable on my couch last night...so I made another arrangement that I think will be better."

"I don't understand Miss Elizabeth."

"Come in the living room with me." She stood and he followed her. She showed him the box with the air mattress. "I hope you'll like this better than the couch, Jason. Why don't you set it up?"

He opened the box and looked at the instructions. Then he took it out of the box and hooked the pump up to it. It inflated quickly. "Thank you, Miss Elizabeth."

She knew he wasn't entirely happy. She guessed that he wanted to sleep in her bed. But she wasn't planning on that so soon...if ever.

"Are you hungry, Jason?"

"I'm starved, Miss Elizabeth."

"I'm hungry, too. Come with me to the kitchen and we'll prepare dinner."

He followed her into the kitchen. She showed him how the filter on the faucet worked and told him he should use it for all drinking water. "As a matter of fact, have a glass of water now. You won't be drinking all those soft drinks any more so you'll need to drink a lot of water." 

He poured a glass of water and drank it quickly. She took out the chicken breasts and seasoned them. She washed the vegetables and prepared the salad. Then she put the chicken in the oven and told him to set the table. He put one place setting down and came back. "Is there a bowl you want me to use, Miss Elizabeth?" 

She looked in the cabinet, found one, and handed it to him. When everything was ready, he carried the food to the table and helped her with her chair. He placed a napkin in her lap and knelt beside her chair. He looked so hungry, he'd probably still be hungry if he ate everything on the table.

"Hold your bowl for me, Jason."

He did and she put some of everything in it. "You may eat now...you don't have to wait for me. He started eating as soon as she said that. She watched him for a few seconds. "Jason." He stopped eating and looked at her.

"Eat slowly, Jason."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I'm sorry." He looked miserable again. She just couldn't get over how she could tell exactly how he felt just by looking at his face. She began to eat while she watched him. Even though he ate a bit slower, he was through before she had eaten a quarter of hers. He looked up at her while she finished.

"Did you like that, Jason?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth...it was very good."

"But it wasn't as much as you're used to, was it?"

"No, Miss Elizabeth. May I have some more, please?"

"No, that's it for tonight. We're going to be quite serious about your diet."

He looked crushed. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

He watched her as she ate. As she started to cut the last piece of chicken on her plate, she could see him looking at it. She cut it in half and held one piece to his lips. He took it immediately and began to chew it. He was smiling again.

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth."

"That's quite all right, Jason." She smiled, too.

As she started to stand, he rushed to her side and helped with the chair. "I'll be in the living room, Jason...clear the table and join me."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth." He started clearing the table as she left the room.

She sat on the couch, picked up the remote and clicked on the TV. She watched for a while, not really paying much attention. Then she decided to see what was taking him so long. She clicked off the TV, went to the kitchen, and looked in. The dishwasher was running and he was on his knees cleaning the oven.

"Jason, what are you doing?"

He looked up and smiled weakly. "I was just cleaning the oven, Miss Elizabeth. I'm almost finished."

"You can do that another time...I want you with me now."

He stood quickly. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth, is it okay if I wipe the table first?"

"No, come in here now."

He followed her to the couch and knelt in front of her. He looked up at her, the apprehension visible in his eyes.

"There'll be other times for you to clean. I want to talk with you now."

He was smiling broadly now. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I'd love that."

She took a deep breath. "I want to know more about you, Jason...especially what you think about when...when you masturbate. Tell me about that, please."

He paused for a moment but he didn't look down. "I always fantasize about pleasing a pretty woman, Miss Elizabeth."

"Be specific."

He thought for a moment. "I don't know how specific I can be. My fantasies aren't always the same and they're more thoughts than images. They move quickly from one scene to another. If there was an actual video of my fantasies, I can't imagine that it would be something someone could watch. Anyway, I often imagine that she's told me that I need to satisfy her with my tongue and I do it. Sometimes I think about it taking her a long time to have an orgasm, sometimes she has it quickly, and then she wants another one. Sometimes I imagine that she tells me to give her a massage or that I'm just sitting at her feet while she reads or watches TV."

"What did you think about last night when you didn't masturbate?"

"I had the same type of fantasy. When I'm alone it's the only thing I can think about."

"Have we been doing anything from your fantasy today?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

"Have you enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes, very much so."

She was silent, thinking. He looked at her as she stared off into space.

"Miss Elizabeth?"

She snapped out of her trance. "Yes, Jason?"

"Ms Elizabeth, I think I understand how you must feel...this being so new to you. But if you will let me belong to you, I'll do anything you want. I'll serve and please you, I really will."

"I am struggling with all of this." She paused again. "I keep telling myself that I like it." She paused again. "Maybe I just need some more time to adjust."

"I understand, Miss Elizabeth. I just wanted you to know that I want to belong to you."

She looked away again. He knew she needed more time. He decided not to say anything until she did. Finally, she spoke,  "I'm going to take a shower, Jason. You may finish in the kitchen."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

He went to the kitchen and she sat for another moment, still amazed at the day's events. Then she went to her bedroom, got her robe, and went to the bathroom. She just kept thinking about everything that had happened as the hot water beat down on her. She just wanted to get some sleep and not have to think about it anymore today. But she couldn't stop thinking about Jason being there, so willing to do anything that she could possibly want him to do. She got out of the shower, dried herself, and put on her robe. She wrapped a towel around her hair and left the bathroom. She found him in the kitchen, he was cleaning the microwave now.

"Jason."

He turned. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth?"

"I'm out of the bathroom. You can take a shower now."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth. May I please finish the microwave? It'll just be another five minutes. I really shouldn't leave it like this."

She smiled. "Of course. I'll be in my bedroom. Come in when you're finished."

He looked so happy again. She went to her bedroom. She dried and brushed her hair. Then, she relaxed on her bed, picking up a magazine to read. He came in about ten minutes later.

"I'm finished in the kitchen, Miss Elizabeth."

"You'll find towels in the linen closet. If you need anything else, let me know."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

She continued to read while he showered. He came back in about 15 minutes. She saw that he was still quite hard. She stood and went to the living room. He followed. "I'm ready for bed now, Jason. You can set up your bed for the night." He quickly spread the sheet over the mattress and placed his pillow on it. "Lie down." He did as she said and pulled the other sheet over himself. She liked that his erection poked the sheet upward.

She smiled. "Good night, Jason."

He smiled, too. "Good night, Miss Elizabeth."

She went to her bedroom. She had decided that Jason was safe and that she didn't need to bundle up or put a chair in front of the door. She undressed, got under the covers, and turned off the light. But she didn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking. And she was feeling that urge deep within herself. She hadn't had an orgasm since last weekend when she was with Eric. She hadn't seen him during the week but that was usually the case...he lived over fifteen miles from her and they both worked a lot of hours. She had been content knowing that she would see him this weekend. But given what had happened since yesterday, her libido was now working overtime. She tossed and turned for almost an hour. 

Then she got out of bed and opened a dresser drawer. She hunted around until she found her vibrator. She hadn't used it since she'd met Eric. She really didn't like using it...it was a poor second to the real thing. She really needed the warm touch of a man. She held it in her hand for a moment thinking about Jason's fantasy...especially that one word that he had used...tongue. The word was reverberating in her brain. Tongue. She couldn't get it out of her mind. Some of her boyfriends had wanted to do that but it had never been as satisfying as she had thought it should be. And, they always insisted that she reciprocate. She thought she had been better at it than any of her boyfriends. Especially Eric. That hadn't seemed right to her. 

She put the vibrator back in the drawer. She got her robe from the closet, slipped it on, and opened her bedroom door. She walked toward the living room, being very quiet. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She could see Jason lying on his back, his erection still pushing upward into the sheet. His eyes seemed to be closed. She moved closer, until she was only about a foot away. She spoke softly, almost a whisper. "Jason." 

His eyes popped open. When he saw her, he sat up. "Miss Elizabeth...is something wrong?"

"No, Jason...nothing is wrong. Come with me." Jason scrambled off the mattress and followed her to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and he knelt in front of her, looking up at her.

"I've been thinking about your fantasies, Jason. I want to know more about them." She took a deep breath. "Would any of them ever begin from this position?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

"How?"

"I would kiss one knee, then the other knee. Then I would kiss the inside of one knee, then the inside of the other knee."

"Show me."

She could see the uncertainty in his eyes. "Show me, Jason. Show me now."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

He leaned forward and kissed her right knee. He moved to her left knee and kissed it. His kisses were soft and gentle. He looked up at her to see if he should continue. She held her breath and nodded. He pushed his head between her knees just far enough to kiss the inside of her right knee. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her left knee. He turned back to her right knee and began to kiss up her inner thigh. She felt the softness of his lips as he moved up her leg...as he kissed, licked, and nibbled the inside of her thigh. She lay back, her eyes closed, her hands flat against the bed, her robe falling open. He kissed her softly...and slowly. Always moving up. He didn't seem to be in any hurry. She let him push her legs open. She started to moan softly as he reached the top of her inner thigh. He paused, kissing her there again and again. She held her breath again, wondering what he would do next. 

He moved to the top of the inside of her left leg. She gasped as his lips brushed across her pubic hair. He kissed the inside of her upper thigh. As he started to kiss down her left leg, she moaned loudly. He had been so close to her...right where she wanted him, right where she needed him...and now he was moving away. He kissed the inside of her left leg as slowly and as thoroughly as he had kissed her right one. When he reached the inside of her left knee, he kissed it again and again, licking it, as well. She was moaning softly, her eyes still closed. Then he started up, kissing, licking, nibbling. Her moans were low and soft. When he reached the uppermost part of her left leg, she sucked in her breath and held it. 

He slipped his arms under her legs and put his hands on her hips, holding her in place. Her legs were now resting on his back. Then he kissed her outer lips...again and again...softly, tenderly, his lips lingering before he moved away and then moved back to kiss her again. She moaned, breathing faster. She wanted to reach down and pull him to her, but she resisted that impulse. He was now licking along her outer lips, slowly and gently. She thought she was about to lose her mind. Her hands went into fists as she grabbed onto the sheet. He pushed the tip of his tongue between her inner lips and flicked it rapidly. She was moaning much louder now. He kissed her outer lips again...tenderly. She was alternating between holding her breath and breathing rapidly. She wondered how much more she could take. He began to slide his tongue over her inner lips, making tiny circles, just using the tip of his tongue, around and around, so slowly that she wanted to scream. She was gasping steadily now. Then he touched her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, just barely touched it. He flicked it slowly, then rapidly, then slowly again. 




Elizabeth and Jason



She heard the sounds she was making, but she couldn't believe it was really her. He closed his lips around her clitoris and began to suck, softly, gently, tenderly. She could hear the sounds he was making even though she was making much louder sounds. He began to use his tongue on her clitoris again, just barely touching it with the tip, moving the tip of his tongue against it, licking it, flicking it. She was screaming softly now, her words unintelligible. He went back to licking her outer lips, making a circle with his tongue. She could hear herself whimpering. He went back to her clitoris and sucked it again, even more slowly. When he moved back to her outer lips again, she couldn't take any more. She reached down, grabbed at his head with both hands, holding him by his hair, and pulled him to her. He began to lick her clitoris rapidly, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, as she screamed louder and louder. Then she exploded in an orgasmic fury, her hips moving rapidly, her screams louder than they had been, his tongue moving against her clitoris faster than it had been. She was moving so frantically that had he not been holding her tightly against himself, he would not have been able to continue. 

Her orgasm subsided slowly, her screams turning to little mewling sounds. She continued to hold him close to her for several minutes. Then she raised her hands over her head and lay there, moaning softly. After a few more minutes, she realized that he had not moved. She could feel his cheek against her inner thigh. She struggled to raise herself on her elbows and looked down at him. The first time she tried to speak, no words came out...she tried again..."Jason?" No answer. She spoke again, a little louder. "Jason?" He didn't move, but he answered.

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Are you okay?" 

He kissed the inside of her thigh and she lay back again, her strength completely gone now. She heard his response, but it sounded like it was a million miles away.

"I'm fine, Miss Elizabeth...how are you?"

She moaned her response...it was unintelligible. He continued to snuggle against her inner thighs for another ten minutes until she could move again. She reached down and tried to raise his head but she wasn't able to. He lifted his head, pulled his arms out from under her, and moved to the side, looking up the bed at her. She turned her head to see him...he smiled, the biggest grin she had seen on him. 

"Help me up, Jason...I don't think I can move." He stood and held her arm, helping her to a sitting position as she held her robe closed with her other hand. She could see the precum dripping from him now. Then he knelt at her side. "How do you know how to do things like that, Jason?" 

He looked up at her. "It's been a long time, Miss Elizabeth, but I have done this before. Whenever I did it, I imagined that I was with my mistress and she had ordered me to do it. But it was never anything like tonight. It was never real before. I wanted so much for you to be happy and satisfied." She reached down and took his head in her hands. She was smiling broadly now.

"Did you enjoy it, Miss Elizabeth?"

She continued smiling. "Jason, that was absolutely magnificent...you're absolutely magnificent. I may never be the same again."

"I'm so happy I pleased you, Miss Elizabeth. I know this is what I was meant to do. I've never imagined that I could be this happy."

She fell back again, unable to remain seated. He kissed the outside of her thigh and laid his cheek against it. She reached down and gently touched his hair. She just lay there, enjoying the afterglow of the best orgasm she had ever had. Neither of them moved nor spoke for several minutes. Then she called to him again.

"Jason...we need to get some sleep."

He kissed her thigh one more time.

"Yes, Ms Elizabeth."

"Help me get this robe off."

He stood and carefully slipped the robe off her shoulders. She leaned to the side and he pulled it gently from under her. She smiled as he went to her closet to hang it up. He returned to her and lifted her legs, helping her to move to the middle of the bed. She looked up at him, still smiling. He looked at her longingly as he saw her undressed for the first time.

"Cover me, Jason."

As he pulled the top sheet over her, she took it from him and pulled it to her neck.

"I'll go back to my mattress now, Miss Elizabeth."

As he turned, she spoke to him. "Jason."

He turned back to her. His erection was total and complete...she doubted that it could get any harder. There was continuous precum at the tip. "Bring your mattress in here...you can put it between my bed and the window."

His face broke out in the broad smile that she had expected. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth. I'll be right back." He was almost running as he left her bedroom. He was back in a few minutes, dragging the mattress. He placed it where she had told him to, then he turned toward her. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do before you go to sleep, Miss Elizabeth?"

"No, Jason, not tonight. You'd better lie down, we both need sleep."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth." He lay down, pulling the sheet over him.

She lay still, breathing slowly, still feeling the warmth of her orgasm all over, deep inside her. She slowly drifted off to sleep. Jason listened as she fell asleep, but he was still wide-awake.

Sunday

She awoke slowly on Sunday morning, thinking about last night, thinking it must have been a dream, but the feeling in her body told her otherwise. Even though her eyes were still closed, she could tell it was light outside. She turned toward the nightstand and looked at the clock. 8:33. She sighed and turned the other way, toward the side where Jason was. She was startled as she saw him, kneeling on his mattress, watching her. He smiled when he saw her looking at him.

"Jason...what are you doing?"

"I was just watching you, Miss Elizabeth...you're so beautiful, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry if I startled you."

She relaxed. She reached out and touched his cheek with her fingertips. "No, that's okay." Neither one spoke for a moment. Then she said, "Jason...about last night?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Do it again."

His momentary confusion gave way to delight. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I'd love to."

He quickly moved to his knees on the floor at the foot of her bed. He pulled the sheet gently to the side so he could reach her feet. He kissed the inside of her left ankle softly. She sighed. He kissed the inside of her right ankle. He licked her left ankle, then her right. He put his tongue at the front of her left ankle and slowly licked down her foot to her toes. He licked across her toes. He took her big toe in his mouth and began to suck on it. She closed her eyes and heard herself moaning. He moved to the next toe, licked it, and took it in his mouth. He licked and sucked the other toes on her left foot. Then he licked along the bottom of her toes, flicking his tongue against them. She couldn't believe how erotic the feeling was. She lay there, moaning softly, trying not to move. It was more wonderful than she could have imagined. He put the tip of his tongue on the bottom of her foot, just below her toes. He began to slide his tongue along the bottom of her foot. She squealed and jerked her foot away. "That tickles!" 

He moved to her right foot and licked her toes as she slowly straightened her left leg. He continued to lick and suck the toes on her right foot, taking his time, enjoying her moans and sighs. Then he began to kiss her lower leg...he kissed and licked it as he moved up her leg. When he reached her knee, he moved to her left knee and began to kiss downward, still taking his time. She loved that he was never in a hurry, that he seemed to enjoy taking his time as he covered her legs with his kisses. He moved back up her leg, passing her knee this time, moving closer to her place, the place where she eagerly awaited his tongue. She couldn't stay still now, she was rolling slowly from side to side, but he continued at his pace. She knew she could just tell him what to do, but she didn't want to give up any of the pleasures that being patient would provide.

He moved up onto her bed, on his knees, as he gently pulled the sheet off her completely. He kissed her upper leg. He kissed and licked the front of her leg then he moved to the inside of her thigh. She felt his lips and tongue everywhere on her leg. As he reached the top of her leg, he paused, barely moving his lips, kissing her gently and softly. She moaned and tried to get closer to him but he continued his pace. He dragged his tongue across her outer lips, just barely touching her, as he moved to her other leg. Her body stiffened, she gasped and screamed softly. Now he was moving down her right leg, kissing her everywhere. She let out her breath, still moaning. When he reached her knee, he started back up. When he reached the top of her leg, he lay down between her legs and kissed her outer lips. Those same soft, gentle kisses that he used last night.

His kisses reminded her of the way two lovers kissed while they cuddled. She tried to push herself closer to him but she was not able to do it. She realized that unless she directed him to move faster, she'd just have to accept his pace. He slipped his arms under her legs and put his hands on her waist. Her legs went over his back as he continued to kiss that special place of hers. Her hands were fists again as she gripped the sheet tightly. As he licked around her outer lips, making little circles, clockwise, then counter-clockwise, so slowly, she began to whimper softly. She wanted that orgasm he could give her, she wanted it now, but she knew she'd wait. She wanted to wait for him to give it to her when he knew she was really ready.

He used his tongue and his lips, around and around, moving from her outer lips to her inner lips, back and forth, holding her so she had very little movement. He gently probed between her inner lips with the tip of his tongue. She gasped again as he moved the tip of his tongue up and down in that small space, just barely touching her. She was anticipating the orgasm that she knew would happen but all she could do now was moan and whimper. She gasped even louder as he touched the tip of his tongue to her clitoris. He kissed it, licked it, sucked it, as she began to thrash around in the limited space she had. She made those unintelligible noises again. When she thought she couldn't stand another second of this, he pulled back and once again began those soft, loving kisses on her outer lips. She started screaming, "More more more", but he just continued kissing her softly and gently. She grabbed for his head, trying to get him back to where he had been. She screamed louder and louder, wanting him back there. She grabbed his hair, pulling him toward her. She pulled him to where she needed him and he responded by licking her clitoris rapidly. She held him by his hair and moved her hips rapidly against his tongue. She held her breath as she felt her orgasm about to begin. She screamed and pulled and moved as she began another incredible orgasm. He continued to lick her until she could take no more. She let go of his hair and lay there, moaning and whimpering, completely spent. He stayed where he was, his cheek now resting against her inner thigh, until she was able to speak.

"Jason, Jason, Jason."

He was smiling but she couldn't see him. She reached down to him, touching the back of his head. She began to caress his hair. He sighed softly as she touched him.

It was many minutes later before she was able to talk or move. This orgasm felt even better than the first one and that one had been the best she had ever had. Finally, she pulled at him again.

"I want to see you, Jason."

He rose up, moving onto his knees, looking up the bed at her. She looked at him, smiling. "Jason, that was just incredible. I love how you do that."

"I love to do it, Miss Elizabeth. I love to please you, I love to see you happy."

She looked at him for several minutes, both of them smiling.

"I know you must be hungry, but I need a few more minutes."

"I'm starved, Miss Elizabeth, but right now I'd rather look at you than eat."

She felt emotion that she had never felt before. This seemed too good to be true. She still wasn't sure that she hadn't dreamed the whole thing. Another few minutes and she spoke again.

"I need to get you some food, Jason. We have to get up."

He got out of her bed and stood next to it. She looked at his erection.

"You're so hard, Jason."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

"Do you remember what I told you about Kim not allowing Gregory to have orgasms?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

She looked up to his eyes. "And?"

"I can wait a week for your permission, Miss Elizabeth...I can wait longer if you want me to. I can wait as long as you want me to. I can do whatever you want me to do. I'll never disobey you. I will do what you want me to do when you want me to do it." 

She thought to herself, "Amazing." She smiled at him. "Get my robe."

He went quickly to her closet and came back with her robe. He held it while she put her arms into the sleeves. Then he pulled it over her shoulders, came around in front, and tied the sash.

She headed toward the kitchen and he followed. "Pour two glasses of water." He got the water pitcher from the refrigerator, filled two glasses, and put them on the counter. She took the cereal box from the cabinet and started to open it. She fumbled with it for a moment.

"Please, Miss Elizabeth, please let me do it."

She handed the box to him and he opened it quickly and easily. He opened the inner wrapping and put the box on the counter.

"I'll do everything for you, Miss Elizabeth."

"Thank you, Jason...drink your water." He drank it in short gulps while she sipped hers slowly. "Get two bowls from the cabinet."

He took two large bowls from the cabinet and turned toward her.

"No, two small bowls."

He put those bowls back, took two small bowls, and placed them on the counter. She measured out the amounts for each bowl.

"Milk."

He went to the refrigerator and brought back the carton. She took it from him and poured some in each bowl.

"Get two spoons and take everything to the table."

He put the milk in the refrigerator, got the spoons, and carried everything to the table. He waited there until she came in.

As she started to sit down, he helped her with her chair. He placed a napkin in her lap and stood, waiting.

"You may eat now, Jason."

He quickly knelt beside her and started to eat.

"Slowly, Jason."

He slowed his eating. But he finished very quickly. She continued to eat slowly. He watched her.

"Are you still hungry, Jason?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, very hungry."

"Get two bananas from the kitchen."

He rushed to the kitchen and returned with the bananas. He placed them on the table next to her and knelt again. When she finished her cereal, she handed him one of the bananas.

"You may eat it now, Jason."

He quickly peeled it and ate it. He was finished before she had peeled hers. She broke off one small piece at a time and ate it slowly while he watched her. She held the last bite in her fingers for a moment...then she held it out for him to eat, which he did.

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth."

"I know you're still hungry, Jason, but I told you that we have to be serious about your diet."

He looked so sad. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth."

"That means you, too, Jason. You need to be serious about it, too."

"I am, Miss Elizabeth."

"I hope you are, I really do. Jason, you eat way too fast. Eating that fast will make it harder to lose weight. You need to slow down. Will you do it for me?"

He looked down. "I'll try, Miss Elizabeth, it's just that I'm so hungry."

"I don't want you to try, Jason, I want you to do it. Promise me that you will."

He was still looking down. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I will do it."

She stood and touched his shoulder. She spoke softly, "Stand up."

He looked up at her, then he stood. She looked into his eyes. Then she kissed him softly on the cheek. "I'm going to help you, you're going to lose this weight. You'll feel much better, you'll see."

He reached up to his cheek, touching the spot with his fingertips where she had kissed him. "Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, I know I can do it with your help."

She smiled. "Would you do me a favor, Jason? I like to read the Sunday newspaper...would you mind getting dressed and picking one up in the lobby? I'll give you the change for the machine."

"I'd be happy get it, Miss Elizabeth...I can pay for it."

She walked into the living room and opened her purse. "Don't worry about it, Jason, it's just a newspaper." She handed him the change.

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth." He put the coins on the table and went to get dressed. He came back in a few minutes, took the money, and let himself out. She went back to the kitchen and waited. He was gone only about five minutes and returned with the paper. He placed it on the table in front of her and left the kitchen, returning naked a moment later. He knelt beside her, watching her as she began to read the paper.

After several minutes, she put the paper down. "Do you drink coffee, Jason?"

"No, Miss Elizabeth, I never have."

"Do you know how to make it?"

"No, Miss Elizabeth."

"You need to learn, let me show you."

She showed him how to measure the water and the coffee and how to turn on the machine. They both stood by the coffee maker as it began to brew. When the coffee was ready, she took a cup from the cabinet and handed it to him. 

"Please pour a cup for me."

He quickly did as she asked. She walked back to the table and he followed, carrying the cup. She sat and began to sip the coffee as he knelt beside her again. After a few sips, she spoke again. "Jason, I exercise regularly...at least two times a week. I do it three times if I can. I haven't been since Wednesday, so I want to go today. I'm guessing that you don't exercise regularly."

"No, Miss Elizabeth, I haven't done much exercising lately."

"I want you to come with me...and I want you to join my club. Do you know where the Hillside Shopping Center is?"

"I do know that shopping center...there's a Burger King there."

She broke out laughing, "Oh, Jason, I don't want you thinking about those fast food places. That's where my gym is, it's Hillside Fitness." 

He looked sad again, "I'm sorry, Miss Elizabeth, I'll do better, I promise."

"They'll probably want you to see your doctor before you start a program...you do have a doctor, don't you?"

"Well, I guess so...but I've never seen him."

He was looking at her as she raised her eyebrows.

"I had to pick a doctor when I switched health plans two years ago. I picked his name from the list because he was close by. His name is Dr. Galen. I just never made an appointment because I felt okay."

She looked at him for another moment. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to. He realized how he must have sounded to her.

"I'd like to leave here in about an hour. I'll take a shower when we get back, why don't you take one now? 

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth." He stood and went to the bathroom. 

She waited until she heard the shower, then she picked up the phone and called Kim. 

"Hi, Liz, how're things?"

"Good, but I need to talk with you alone. Will you be home later today?"

"Yes, we'll be here all day, is something wrong?"

"No, things have been going well. But I have some more questions. Could you do me a favor and call me in about two hours? If I'm not home, just leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Sure, sounds mysterious."

"No, I just don't want Jason to know that I'm the one who wanted to have this talk. Oh, could we talk alone? Without Gregory?"

"Sure, that's not a problem."




Elizabeth and Jason



They hung up. She sipped her coffee while she thought. A moment later, she picked up the newspaper and leafed through it, her mind a million miles away. 

When he came out of the shower, she asked him if he was ready. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I just need to get dressed again, it won't take but a minute."

"I need to get dressed, too." She started toward the bedroom and he followed her. He watched her as she took off her robe and laid it on the chair.

"Miss Elizabeth?"

She turned around, suddenly realizing that they were both naked and that she felt neither self-conscious nor concerned. It also struck her that if she had been in a situation like this with Eric, he would have been grabbing and squeezing her, they would have been on the bed in five minutes and ten minutes later, he would have told her how great it had been, and that they had to be leaving in a few minutes. This was so much better. "Yes, Jason?"

"I should help you get dressed. I should do everything for you."

"You're going to dress me, too? Are you sure you can do that?"

"I think I should, Miss Elizabeth, I should dress you and undress you, you shouldn't have to lift a finger."

She stared at him and lowered her hands to her sides. "Okay, Jason, do it."

He walked toward her dresser. "I just need to learn where your clothes are...could you please tell me which drawer you keep your underwear in?

"My bras are in the top drawer on the right and my panties are in the next drawer down."

He opened the panties drawer and looked inside. He held up a pair of white regular-cut ones. "I'm guessing you'd wear these to exercise?"

"Yes, that's a good guess."

He walked to her and knelt, holding the panties out for her to step into. She did so, putting her hand on his shoulder for balance. He pulled them up, fitting them on her. He stood and went back to the dresser. He looked in her bra drawer, rummaging around for a moment, finding a sports bra. He held it up to her. "Is this a good choice?"

"Yes, that one will be fine."

He held it out so she could slip her arms through the straps. He walked behind her and fastened it. "I know I'll do much better when I learn your wardrobe, Miss Elizabeth."

"I'm sure you will." She smiled as she adjusted the bra. She opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of shorts, which she handed to him. He knelt and held those for her to step into. He pulled them up, and zipped and buttoned them. She opened another drawer and pulled out a tee, which she handed to him. He held it for her and she slipped her arms into the sleeves. He pulled it down and fitted it to her. She pointed to her sock drawer, which he opened. He found a pair of white socks. She sat on the bed and he knelt, putting one sock on, then the other. "Are your shoes in the closet?"

"Yes."

He went to the closet and found the right shoes. He knelt and put them on her, tying the laces. He looked up at her, searching for her approval. "Well, I guess you can dress me," she smiled. He smiled back at her. "I can do everything for you, Miss Elizabeth, everything." 

He took her robe from the chair and hung it in the closet. He got dressed while she combed her hair. He stood near her as she finished. "I'm ready to go, Miss Elizabeth...I can learn to do your hair, too. And maybe your makeup, if you'd like."

She turned to look at him. "I may just take you up on that." He smiled, his delight obvious.

As they left her apartment, he said, "I can drive, Miss Elizabeth." 

"Thank you, Jason, I'd appreciate that."

He held the door for her and then drove to the shopping center. He found a place to park and they went inside together. 

She spoke to the rep at the counter and explained that Jason was a prospective member. He said he'd find one of the trainers to talk with him. They went to one of the rooms and Liz began to stretch, while Jason looked around. A few minutes later, a woman walked up to them. "Hi, Liz."

"Oh, hi, Barbara, this is Jason. He's interested in becoming a member. Would you mind explaining your membership to him?"

"Sure, let's take this cubicle." She sat down and the two of them sat across the desk from her. She showed Jason the forms and explained the cost and the club activities and services. She did recommend a physical before beginning. She also suggested that Jason take the forms with him and just look around today.

They left the cubicle and walked to the treadmill area. Elizabeth stood on one and turned it on. As it began to move, Jason stepped back, watching. He watched her for about ten minutes, then he started walking around the club. The idea of exercising was foreign to him but he accepted that he would have to do it.

She took a break about twenty minutes later and they sat and talked while she rested. Then she exercised for about another half-hour while he watched her and continued exploring the club.

When the got back to her apartment, she noticed the blinking light on her answering machine, but said nothing. As soon as Jason undressed, he saw the light. "Miss Elizabeth, you have a message."

She looked over at the machine. "Oh...would you play it for me?"

He looked at the machine for a moment, then he pressed the play button." Hi, Liz, it's Kim, please call me when you have a chance, I need to talk with you, bye."

When the machine stopped, Jason took the phone over to Liz and held it out for her. She smiled, and took the phone.

"Hi, Kim, it's Liz...what's on your mind?"

"I don't know, I was hoping you'd tell me."

"Sure, I can drop by, I need to give Jason something to eat and take a shower, how about in an hour or so?"

"That'd be fine, we'll be here all day."

They said their goodbyes and Elizabeth handed the phone back to Jason, who returned it to the desk.

"Ready to eat?"

"I guess I can eat, but I don't feel as hungry now as I thought I would, maybe I'm getting used to this...I just have a dull ache in my stomach."

"But you do need to eat, just not as much and not the food you've been eating...and not so fast."

They went to the kitchen and she selected a small portion of tuna, one piece of bread, some salad items for him and the same for herself. She had him pour two glasses of water. "I'm not going to tell you every time you need to drink water, but I want you to drink about six glasses of water every day from now on." 

He brought everything to the table. She sat and he knelt beside her. She watched him eat for a moment. "Jason, stop."

He stopped immediately and looked up. "I'm eating too fast, I know."

"Yes, you are. From now on, I want you to eat only when I do." She took some tuna on her fork and ate it. He did the same. She put her fork down after each bite and he did the same. It was a leisurely meal, very enjoyable for her. She noticed that Jason didn't look unhappy, perhaps he was adjusting. Maybe he really did need someone to set the rules for him and she was beginning to enjoy doing that.  

"I'm going to take a shower now...you can clean the table and wash the dishes, I won't be long."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, but I really should undress you, it is one of my responsibilities."

She looked at him for a moment, her mouth turning into a slight smile. "Okay, Jason, let's go."

In the bedroom, he undressed her in the reverse order that he dressed her. "I'll put your clothes in the hamper, Miss Elizabeth, I'll wash them for you later, it will be my pleasure to do that for you."

When she got into the shower, he cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. When she finished her shower and opened the curtain to get a towel, Jason was standing there. He held the towel out to her. "Jason, you startled me...but it's nice of you to do this."

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, I really will do everything for you. I've already cleaned the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I can dry you, if you'd like."

This time she responded immediately. "Of course, Jason, I think I'd like that."

He helped her get out of the tub and as she stood on the mat, he wrapped the towel around her. Then he got a second towel and wrapped it around her hair. He used the first towel and began to dry her. His touch was so gentle. He patted her dry, touching her only with the towel. When he reached her breasts, she heard him inhale deeply. He dried one breast, then the other one, still touching her only with the towel. She really was enjoying Jason now. He dropped to his knees to dry the rest of her, using the same gentle touch. When he finished, he stood and unwrapped her hair, drying it carefully. "Should I use your hair dryer, Miss Elizabeth?"

"We'll practice that soon, but I do need to get to Kim's apartment."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I understand."

He watched while she dried her hair. When she finished, he took the hair dryer and her brush and put them on the counter.

"I can dress you now, Miss Elizabeth." 

She smiled. "Yes, of course, that would be wonderful."

He smiled broadly, looking like a little boy who had been told he was going to the circus. After he dressed her, she said, "I should be back in about an hour, what will you do while I'm gone?"

"I was going to ask you later, I need an hour or so to prepare for my classes tomorrow. I could do that now unless there's something that you need me to do."

"That's a good idea, Jason, this would be a good time for you to do it."

He walked with her to the door and locked it behind her. 

When she got to Kim's apartment, Gregory was not present. "I'm sorry to bother you, Kim...so much has happened. I just need to talk with you."

They sat on the couch and Liz started talking about what had happened with Jason. She didn't go into detail about the sex, but she did say that it had been good.  

"So, what's the problem?"

"I don't know, it's great that he will do anything I want...and I'm beginning to enjoy being able to tell him what he can and can't do...but there's just something missing...there's no intimacy, no closeness."

"What is it you want him to do?"

Liz stared straight ahead, not speaking for a moment. "I guess I'd just like to feel close to him. I know he's fat but he's so caring and gentle, he's the kindest man I've ever known. I really do like him. And he won't be fat forever, I think he really does want to lose that weight. I just want a feeling of closeness."

"I guess I don't see the problem, Liz. You just said he'd do anything you wanted, why don't you just tell him what you want him to do. Do you want him to hold you? Or kiss you? Or just sit with you?"

"All of those, I want all of those."

"Just tell him to do it, he will, he just doesn't know that you want that." Kim paused for a moment, then she spoke again, "Jason wants to be controlled by a woman. And he wants to please her. But he also wants her approval of what he does. Just tell him what you want him to do."

Liz didn't move or speak for a few moments. Then she nodded, "I guess that makes sense, I'm just afraid that this is all about him living out his fantasy, that he won't have any interest in what I want."

"His fantasy is pleasing you, Liz, just tell him what he has to do."

"There's one other thing." Liz took a deep breath, Kim watched her intently. "You told me about Gregory, how you control his orgasms. Jason told me that he would wait until I tell him he can have one...no matter how long that is. I don't even know how to go about telling him that I'm ready for him to have an orgasm."

Kim thought for a moment, "You don't have to decide how you're going to do everything from now on, just relax and enjoy. Are you ready for him to have an orgasm?"

"I don't know...what happens when I am ready...how do I do it?"

"That's a good question, Liz. Why don't I show you what I do with Gregory? That might be helpful for you."

"You can't be serious."

"I certainly am. Wait, I'll get him."

Liz stood and walked toward the bedroom. "Just stay right there, this will be fun."

Liz leaned back, not speaking, staring straight ahead, wondering what she had gotten herself into this time.  

Kim opened the door to her bedroom and walked in. She came out a few seconds later with Gregory following her. She walked back to the couch and sat while Gregory followed her and knelt in front of her. Elizabeth noticed his erection immediately. It must have been the most complete erection she had ever seen. He looked ready to explode at any minute. 

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth, it's nice to see you again."

"Hello, Gregory, nice to see you, too."

"Gregory, I want Miss Elizabeth to watch you stroke. Get your things."

He jumped up quickly and disappeared into the bathroom. He came out just seconds later, kneeling in front of Kim. He had a towel, a bottle of lotion, and a glass. He spread the towel on the floor and placed the glass on it. He poured some lotion into one hand and began to stroke himself slowly.

No one spoke for about two minutes as Gregory continued to stroke himself. Kimberly leaned back, watching. Elizabeth couldn't believe what she was seeing. She leaned over and whispered to Kimberly, "What is he doing, why doesn't he just do it?"

Kim spoke in a normal tone of voice. "You don't have to whisper, Liz. He can't do anything but stroke because that's all I've given him permission to do. He has to stroke himself until I tell him to stop or cum. He cannot take his hand away, he cannot stop stroking. And, he never knows when or if I will give him permission."

Elizabeth stared at Kimberly, "Wow."

"Just relax, Liz, it will be a while longer."

Elizabeth couldn't take her eyes from him. He looked so much in need, she couldn't believe that he could keep stroking like this. She thought he would surely reach orgasm any minute now. But he didn't. He continued to stroke slowly, very slowly, breathing hard, his mouth open, holding the glass in his other hand. She could see perspiration on his shoulders and chest and precum dripping from the tip. But he didn't cum. She watched as he moved his hand slower and slower, touching himself only with his fingertips now. She looked at Kim and then back at Gregory. It had been about ten minutes now. Without taking her eyes off Gregory, she said, "How long do you do this?"

"It depends on how I feel. I do it for my amusement and entertainment."

Gregory continued to stroke while she and Kim watched. Liz realized that she was holding the couch pillow with both hands, almost strangling it. She placed it back on the couch. She had brought a few men to orgasm with her hand, but it had never taken this long. Those men wouldn't have put up with a delay like this. And she had never watched a man stroke himself. She doubted any man could do what Gregory was doing if he was alone. She looked at her watch. She estimated it was about fifteen minutes now. Gregory was moaning loudly but he didn't stop touching himself, although he was moving even more slowly. 

"Please Mistress Kimberly, please allow me to cum, please, please."

She glanced over at Kim. 

"Just keep stroking, Gregory, I haven't decided if you'll be allowed to cum tonight."

Kim leaned back, her legs crossed. She was smiling, obviously enjoying this. For the next ten minutes, Liz looked from Gregory to Kim to her watch and back again, wondering just how long Kim would continue this. Wondering how long Gregory could continue this.

"Please Mistress Kimberly, please."

Then Kim spoke, "Stop."

Gregory stopped immediately, dropping his hands to his sides. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed. 

"Would you like something to drink, Liz?"

Liz turned to Kim, "No, no, I'm fine, thanks."

"I'd like a glass of wine, Gregory."

Gregory stood immediately and went to the kitchen.

"How long can he do this? I can't believe he's begging like that."

"He can wait until tomorrow or the day after if I tell him to. We do this every two or three days but I've only allowed him three orgasms so far. But I'll let him cum tonight so you can watch him. Sure you don't want something to drink?"

"I guess I could use a glass of water."

Gregory returned, knelt, and offered the wine to Kim. "A glass of water for Miss Elizabeth, Gregory."

He stood again and went to the kitchen. Kim sipped her wine and smiled at Liz.

He returned in a moment, knelt in front of Liz and offered the glass to her. She took it. "Thank you, Gregory."

"You're welcome, Miss Elizabeth."

Liz took two quick sips. She noticed that his erection had not wilted at all.

"Begin again, Gregory."

He moved back to the towel and continued his routine. Liz watched as he began stroking again. Within a few seconds, he was again touching himself slowly with only his fingertips. He had to be very close to orgasm.

"Not only is he not allowed to cum until I tell him, but he has to cum immediately when I tell him or he'll have to wait until another day."

"What do you mean?" 

"You'll see if I allow him to cum tonight." Kim smiled.

Liz continued to watch, still not believing this was happening. No one spoke for the next twenty minutes. The only sound was the periodic begging and almost continuous moaning coming from Gregory.

"Stop."  

Gregory stopped immediately, dropping his hands to his sides.

"I've decided that you may cum tonight, Gregory...if it's okay with Miss Elizabeth."

Liz shot a quick glance toward Kim, who was still looking at Gregory.

Gregory suddenly became visibly excited. He had never told Kim that one of his fantasies was his mistress inviting her friends so that all of them could dominate him. "Thank you, Mistress Kimberly, thank you Miss Elizabeth." 

"You'd better ask her if she's agreeable."

Gregory dropped forward on his elbows and crawled to Liz. He stopped at her feet and began to kiss the tips of her shoes. "Please, Miss Elizabeth, please allow me to have an orgasm."

Liz was stunned. She wanted to pull her feet onto the couch but Gregory was too close, she wasn't able to do it. She looked down at the back of his head, watching him kiss her shoes. He continued kissing and begging, over and over. She looked over at Kim, who was now smiling broadly.

"I don't know, Gregory, it doesn't look like she wants to watch you cum."

Her comment prodded Gregory to beg louder, Liz heard the desperation in his voice. "Please, Miss Elizabeth, please let me, I beg you, please, Miss Elizabeth, please."

Liz couldn't take any more. "Yes, Gregory, you may have an orgasm." She fell back against the couch and her voice broke as she spoke, but Kim and Gregory heard her. 

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, thank you so much." He became silent and stopped kissing her shoes. But he didn't move.

"Get back to your position."

He crawled back to the towel and knelt on it again, his hands at his sides, his eyes lowered.

Then Kim spoke, "One."

Gregory opened his eyes, took his cock in his hand, grabbed the glass with the other hand, and began to stroke rapidly.

"Two."

When Kim got to three, Gregory was stroking furiously. As she said, "seven," he spurted into the glass again and again, moaning loudly. Liz was transfixed, unable to move or speak as she watched. When he finished, he crawled to Kim and offered the glass to her. He was breathing heavily. She took the glass, held it up to the light, and then showed it to Liz. "Very good, Gregory, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Mistress, Kimberly, thank you so much. Thank you so much, Miss Elizabeth."

Kim handed the glass back to him. "Clean up and come back here."

"Yes, Mistress Kimberly."

He took the glass and the other items, stood, and walked toward the bathroom.

"If he doesn't cum by the time I say nine, he has to stop. Then it's over for the night. So far, he's always made it. I'm thinking of changing his number to seven...or maybe six." Kim was smiling.

"I can't believe this, Kim, I think I'm in shock."