“Honey, I need you in here,” came the call over the security speaker.
Bobby paused from dusting the crystal and walked down the long hallway lined with one-of-a-kind impressionistic paintings from some of Europe’s greatest artists. A minute later he knocked gently and waited for the door to open.
“I just got off the phone. The girls will be joining us at 2 rather than 3 so I’ll need to have that room cleaned before they come.”
Bobby listened intently while his gorgeous wife spoke and nodded in understanding. Her appearance, even when she was quite direct and business like never got old. Dressed in a modest top and skirt and doing nothing more than relaxing in the office chair in which she now sat, her body was the picture of perfection. He loved Mistress Debra and he knew she loved him.
“What?” he asked jokingly when she suddenly smiled.
Deb lowered her gaze on his naked body. “Someone needs to be caged. I can’t have them seeing that when they’re here.”
Bobby’s grin widened. His cock had grown steadily from the moment he had set eyes on the flawless form of his mistress-wife. It always did and he knew she loved it.
“Come here. I need a smunch.”
“A smunch?”
“Just get over here,” she fingered.
“Ahh, you do feel nice,” he grunted. Feeling the warmth of her wet mouth and throat engulf his head he watched her ingest a healthy portion of his magnificent cock. Looking down in amazement she couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her head bobbed back and forth; her mouth remained maximally open and swallowed the impressive cock that had been hers for the past year. Grabbing both outrageously large testicles, one in each hand, mistress squeezed them repeatedly while the assault on his cock continued.
“Oh baby! Oh Mistress! Oh yes!” he cried as his breathing quickened and the urge to cum built from deep within his muscular loins.
“I love when you talk dirty like that slave,” Deb said grinning. She had just leaned back, letting the sopping wet shaft bounce free. It stood perfectly straight and angled slightly up. She watched the change in expression in her slave’s eyes when it became apparent she wasn’t going to enjoy another load of his white cream.
Deb giggled. “I just drained you not three hours ago. You are one horny slave.”
Bobby shrugged his shoulders and grinned with his thousand dollar smile. “I just thought…”
“Never think slave. Never think. You let me do that OK? I’ll do the hard part. You just follow my orders.”
“Yes mistress.” He answered knowing full well the truth of her words was mixed with playfulness.
“Now run along. I’ll have my lunch in 30 and then you can double check on the gym and make sure it’s spic and span.”
Bobby knelt before Deb and kissed her softly on the lips. “I love my mistress.”
“And I love my slave. I’ll see you in a bit.” She patted his cheek affectionately.
Returning to his half-finished dusting, Bobby finished ten minutes later. He headed to the kitchen and started with the noon meal prep. Life on the hill had been nothing but routine and yet it had seemed as if it had always been routine. Five days a week Bobby maintained both his body and the house and cared for whatever needs his mistress might have while she worked. Mistress Deb earned a living as a financial advisor for some of wealthiest clients in the Dallas area. Her business had grown over the years along with her reputation and as it did, so had her income. Debra Ashby had a talent for knowing when and where to invest the assets of others. She was a brilliant analyst and even though the world markets could be quite volatile and puzzlingly complex, her clients continued to be amazed at how readily their holdings grew. Often they increased at a rate far above the national average. Because of her success, word of her ability spread amongst the wealthy circles of society and business blossomed. For the past few years she turned away far more than she accepted. She had all she wanted and more and felt truly blessed.
Deb understood there was always the option to add another employee or two but she never felt compelled to do so. Yes there was the potential to be even wealthier but there was the headache of having to deal with the dynamics that went along with adding others to a company which was doing more than just OK. As a case in point, the home she owned was immense. Nestled mostly into the top of a hillside that overlooked the water below, it sat on a beautiful spot in an exclusive area less than an hour’s drive to downtown Dallas. Deb owned several acres which ensured complete privacy from neighbors. And indeed she was a private person. There was nothing like working from home, enjoying the periodic company of cherished friends and having a man to look after her every need.
Deb was a former runner-up in the Miss Oklahoma pageant and had a stunningly beautiful figure. To be called a head-turner was an understatement and something that simply an everyday part of life. denizli escort Wherever she went, both men and women alike inevitably took that extra second to look at her. It wasn’t that she didn’t mind the attention. Beauty had its benefits but the seclusion of her home and having a slave-husband was what she relished most.
Bobby was her pride and joy; handsome, fun, articulate, athletic, caring, gentle and so much more; he was all she ever wanted. They had become acquainted through her sister who was his owner at the time. Her twin sister Sharon had obtained him through a mutual friend, Mariko Kumatzo. Mariko had been instrumental in nurturing Bobby’s submissive side and because Bobby and Sharon were colleagues, Mariko offered the unusually conservative Sharon Ashby the chance to own a man. Although there were bumps along the road, Sharon became quite effective in subduing the immature country boy from Tennessee. In due process Sharon realized how much she enjoyed dominating others and along the way she shed much of her conservative upbringing while helping Bobby to see his need to serve. Yet after several months of being together, Sharon came to the conclusion that no matter how much Bobby wanted her love she was unable to fully reciprocate. Sharon released him from service and then extended the offer of ownership to her best friend and twin sister, Debra.
Debra took Bobby and although she had been single for more than a decade after an abusive marriage found comfort in his company. She hadn’t even dated since being raped by her husbands’ friends. Yet she found Bobby to be a welcome addition. She found him to her liking. He was different. She felt safe in his presence and she discovered a newfound curiosity in having him within the context of a female-dominant/submissive-male relationship.
Sharon, of course, told her about Mariko and Deb had learned much about the femdom lifestyle via online lectures Mariko made available on her webpage. Deb learned who Mariko was. She learned about The Farm. She learned about her cause in promoting female superiority and male submission. Within the city where Mariko resided and surrounding area, there had been more than 2000 female converts and those women had acquired slaves from The Farm who now served them. Some were converted husbands but many were guys like Bobby who, after a period of training, were paired with a mistress. It was this mistress/slave relationship that appealed to Deb. There was safety in knowing a stronger man would offer his services willingly and relinquish control. Sharon must have realized this too for the sisters had spent many hours discussing this very subject.
And so on that day when Sharon cut ties Bobby she offered him to Deb. Since that day some fifteen months previous, Deb and Bobby fell in love and just recently married. Of course, Deb thought it only proper that Mariko perform the honors. A honeymoon lasting several weeks in Fiji deepened their devotion and although the fun and frolic that had become their life in the western Pacific it transitioned to the peace and routine of life back in the Texas countryside.
Bobby reminisced while preparing a taco salad. There was nothing better than serving such a beautiful mistress. He loved this woman. He loved her with every fiber of his being and knew without doubt that her love for him remained equally deep.
“Hey baby,” she said kissing him on the back and wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I didn’t even hear you walk in.”
“I guess you intent on fixing lunch.”
“Naw, I was thinking about you.”
“What about me?” Mistress spun him around, lifted his stiff pole so it pointed up and let it rest just below her ample breasts.
“God you’re gorgeous!” He said.
“Is that what you were thinking about; my figure?”
“I always think about your figure. Can’t you tell?” He pressed his groin forward, letting her feel the hardness that rested between them.
“I hope you always do. But really, what were you thinking about?”
“Do you remember that night on the beach when we spread the blanket out and watched the shooting stars?”
“Mmmm, that was a perfect night; wasn’t it? So many stars in the night sky,” she said going back to that evening in her mind.
“And the way you made love. I love when we do it again and again like we did that night.”
“You are so bad Bobby Ashby!”
“What!? I love when you make love to me.”
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him lustfully. “And so do I. Now bring lunch out on the deck. Time’s a wasting my slave. I have work to do.”
After lunch Deb grabbed her man by the shaft and pulled him down stairs to the first level. Pulling him along had become a habit she began on their first night together, just after flying from Tennessee to Dallas. After telling him to strip, she gave him a tour of the house and pulled him around by the cock from room to room. It was simply her way of leading – direct and loving diyarbakır escort and with obvious intentionality. Making their way to the gym Mistress flicked on the lights, assessed the room and deemed it fit for company.
“Work on the laundry instead,” she commanded. “You should have time to hem the slacks I pinned up for you yesterday. Do that for me, Bobby. I may want to go out for dinner tonight and I’d like to have you wear the gray ones.”
Mistress returned to the office and Bobby to his chores. Ninety minutes later the doorbell rang. That’s when he realized his cock was still hanging free. Sprinting up to her office he knocked.
“Do you want me locked Mistress? I completely forgot.”
Deb shook her head. “Just get the door. They’re friends.”
Bobby sighed, relieved that he hadn’t failed in following through with the earlier order. He hated disappointing Mistress but she was right. These were friends and they had all seen his massive package.
“Hello slave,” Tyaja called. Giving his cock a firm squeeze with her brown hand. She kissed him on the lips and walked in. Lisa greeted him next with a kiss on the cheek and followed Ty into the house. Katie was the last to enter. Bobby waited at the door until she stepped inside. She had to get a bag from the car trunk first. Katie was the new kid on the block and hadn’t been the frequent visitor the way Tyaja and Lisa had been. The older two had been friends with Deb for years.
Deb’s friendship with them dated back to their days competing against one another at beauty pageants. Both had been crowned; Tyaja as Miss Oklahoma and Lisa as Miss Texas and both were drop-dead gorgeous. Lisa’s had a light complexion while Tyaja was of African American descent. Both had jet black hair and fabulous figures. Ty was the taller and more heavily breasted and had a set of tits that were the object of lust and desire for any man. If there ever was a lioness in the group it was Tyaja. It had been her pushy, entitled personality that had caused so much tension over the years with Debra. Lisa on the other hand was quiet and easy going. Her inky hair framed her facial features perfectly and made her blue eyes pop with color and beauty.
Lisa had interests in women. Although she had dated boys in high school all that changed in college. That’s when she discovered her lesbian side. Her lover of many years had recently left her in search of a slave for her own. Jenny and Lisa first fell in love at the tender age of 18 while freshmen at the University of Texas. They spent many good years together with Lisa serving as the dominant partner and treating her beautiful blonde as her love-slave. Quiet, passionate and forever devoted, Jenny served her mistress lovingly and willingly.
Lisa found the erotic aspects of their relationship less important with age and that change left Jenny feeling less appreciated and longing for love. The near fatal automobile accident that nearly killed Deb permitted Bobby to enter into their lives. Lisa had no interest in mistressing a man even though she had agreed to assume responsibility for him should a situation like this ever arise. The night he joined her household she transferred care to her slave Jenny and it was then when Jenny first realized the desire she had to dominate a man.
As fate would have it, Jenny left Lisa and moved in with Deb. However within a little more than a month she found herself at The Farm where she now served as one of the mistresses who trained recruited slaves.
“Bobby, you can go back to what you were doing but when you’re finished I want you to work out with us. We can spot you while you squat and bench. Can’t we ladies?”
The three women nodded as if to say ‘of course we will’. The foursome descended the steps and Bobby parted ways when he came to the laundry room. It was located immediately before the door to the gym on the first floor.
The ladies worked out for almost 45 minutes, concentrating mostly on cardio today. Bobby silently joined them some while after they started. He slid two 45# plates on each side of a bar that rested on the bench press uprights. Lying supine he pumped out ten reps easily. Hearing the snickers that usually came whenever he lifted, he raised his head to look for the culprit. Tyaja smiled, nodded and licked her lips in the way only Tyaja could do. She was a compulsive flirt.
Even though there had been a falling out of sorts between Ty and Deb, there was nothing that would ever change the lust she had for good looking guys with monster cocks. Bobby put up with her chuckles and her overzealous kisses and the socially awkward gripping of his cock and ball squeezes whenever she happened to show up on Mistress Deb’s doorstep.
“He does have a gorgeous one; doesn’t he?” Katie stated, more than asked.
“Yep,” was all the answer Ty offered.
Bobby rested his head back on the Naugahyde knowing there was nothing he could do to. His cock was antalya escort what it was: big, thick and damn near perfect. Not only did he possess a glorious dick but he had balls that were enormous and looked more like pig balls than human ones. They were easily the size of lemons. The ladies knew of the story of how Deb had opted to have his pole surgically enhanced and his balls enlarged through hormone therapy. Within the month of seeing a female physician-friend of Deb’s, Bobby went from an average ten-inch cock to a massively thick one and his balls had tripled in size. The transition was nothing less than miraculous and the result on Mistress pussy whenever she fucked this new and improved version of him was equally miraculous. Deb’s orgasms went from difficult to achieve to mind-blowing. And whenever she permitted him to cum it was like releasing a volcano of white cream. His balls pumped out his juice in profuse squirts. And of course, whenever she wasn’t fucking him he remained naked so his package was an ongoing eye-candy treat for her and all of her girlfriends.
The new kid to the group was Katie Martin. Deb knew Katie for years. She was the cute blonde kid from across the street. Like Deb, she had a mind for business. Katie had recently graduated from VCU in Virginia. Majoring in business and computer science she graduated with honors in three years but stayed on for another to get her MBA. Not only was she brilliant, she was beautiful. She finished second in the Miss Texas pageant at the age of 19. Katie was not your ordinary, run of the mill gal. She was smart, attractive and athletic. What set her apart from the other girls working out was her age. She was at least fifteen years younger.
But age was never a barrier to Katie. There was something about the way she carried herself that seemed to nullify that. Because she could converse with most anyone – in large part because she knew so much about so many things – people gravitated to her and she intern, accepted them for who they were.
“So, Deb tells me you had an interesting week or two not so long ago,” Lisa inquired. Her statement served more as a bridge to get Tyaja’s lustful gaze off of Bobby’s pecker than anything else.
“You might say that,” Katie said. “I learned that my college roommate was seducing men and selling them off to become slaves.”
“What was that?” Ty asked with interest.
“Remember me telling you I was going to DC to work on a presentation last month? Well when I get there my roommate from school was in the middle of two slave-transactions. For the past few months she had been emailing this high school kid. Her intention was to get him to come to her place. Well he ended up coming. He was there for a few days and during that time she wove her web of seduction around him. He had been hiking the Appalachian Trail with another guy. They got separated for some reason. Just before I flew up to see my roommate, this boy shows up. Then the day after I got there, Tianna took me to some nearby town where we got the other guy. Long story short, she ends up tying the two of them up in her sister’s basement and called that farm place where Jenny went. My roomie ended up selling them. They gave her $10,000 for them!”
“A piece?” Ty asked.
“Yea. She got half the money up front and was going to get the other half after they made it through that program of theirs. Apparently she’s done this with a lot of guys. I couldn’t believe it.”
“How did you know Jenny was involved with this place? I thought she was in Tennessee,” Lisa asked.
“Wait til you hear this,” Deb interjected.
Katie chuckled. “Because she was one of the women who drove the truck to get them. They drove all the way out from Tennessee and even stopped along the way to get two more. They had those two trussed up and gagged in the back of their truck.
“What?!?!”
Katie nodded with eyes wide open. “Yea. That’s what I thought. And you should have seen me when Jenny’s partner and my roomie started beating these two hikers. I lost it. I mean they were strung up like to slabs of meat from the basement rafters and they were going at them with leather belts. It was brutal.” Katie suddenly noticed she had everyone’s intention. “Well I lost it. Jenny made me go upstairs and then took me outside. She apologized profusely for what they were doing. She tried to empathize with me but kept saying there was nothing she could do.”
“Sounds like a nice place you sent your slave to, Deb,” Ty said sarcastically.
“I don’t think it’s like that all the time or my sister would have told me. I wouldn’t have sent her there if all they did was slap around guys all day long.”
Bobby lay quietly listening to Katie’s story. Having only heard bits and pieces he found it interesting to get a first-hand account of Katie’s experience.
“So did Jenny and her friend haul them off?”
“In the morning they did. They took all of four of them. They tied them all to the ceiling of the cargo truck. Deb knew about this because I called her that same night. She lent me enough money to free up Travis. He was the younger of the two guys. One of the hikers,” she added.
“And…” Ty inquired.
“And I called Jenny on her cell and met them shortly after they started on their way back. That’s when I bought Travis back from them.”