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MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 11

Lisa

Andy and I, as part of our training mandated by Uncle Bert and given by Madame Delilah

who ran the best call girl service in the country, had been playing whore-john on the

streets of San Francisco. Andy was dressed like a street whore, not a classy call girl

which is training we did with Rebecca, but a cheap whore: tank top, super high heels,

super short skirt, way too much makeup, and chewing gum popping like machine gun

fire.

When she was propositioned by a movie star (no, I will not reveal his name), the star and

I got in a bidding war for Andy's services. There was never any doubt she would leave

with me but my final bid was a proposal of marriage. Andy leaped on me, burying me in

kisses, rubbing that wonderful body against me.

Since she was already my programmed and fully compliant sex kitten (remember, we do

not call them slaves), why, you may ask, did I propose? I must admit I got caught up in

the moment, in the game we were playing and the bidding war. But, it was not really that.

Uncle Bert had programmed me to always think clearly, logically and deeply. I really

thought about it, about Andy and having her forever.

Once again, my lack of understanding as to how the programming worked impacted my

actions. I wanted 100% of Andy, all of her, not just the ninety-eight or ninety-nine per

cent covered by Uncle Bert's programming. He had said that her natural tendencies of a

woman to love a man had been directed at me. I wished to insure that direction never

changed. And, I am sad to admit, I am still something of a romantic. So, sue me, as

Uncle Bert would say.

 

There I was, kissing Andy for all I worth in the middle of the street. As I looked around,

the nearest place with beds was a seedy hotel where the real street whores took their

johns. We ran to it.

This place looked like a set out of a bad B-grade Hollywood movie. The term flop house

would be generous. We stepped over a wino passed out in the doorway to enter a

shabby hallway with a single light bulb dangling from a broken fixture. Andy had a death

grip on my hand and her eyes were alive with fun and desire. The desk clerk, who may

have been a throw back to the Neanderthal age, eyed us suspiciously before giving me

the key. Reluctantly, he gave me one clean sheet when I demanded it.

"Ready?" I said to Andy.

"No pay, no play, buster," she replied, holding out her hand, a slutty grin on her face. I

gave her my Visa Gold and dragged her towards the stairs.

As we walked down the hall to our room, we could hear the moans of sex coming from

the rooms we passed. The place reeked of sex and decay. The room itself contained

one bed and one chair. I threw the clean sheet on the bed as Andy stripped. We could

hear a couple in the next room going at it, their bed squeaking, the woman moaning as

she acted out her part.

I commanded myself to stay hard and not ejaculate as I knee walked between her open

and raised legs.

As you remember, Andy is a screamer. Uncle Bert had not programmed that. In fact, he

had given her specific commands which kept her quiet when she was orgasming since

Andy's screams could take the paint off the walls. I gave her no command of silence. In

fact, I said, "Now, my sweet little whore, I want to hear you scream."

She laughed as she wrapped those delightful legs around me and pulled me into her.

"I don't think I can even sit up," Andy moaned. She was exhausted as was I. We were

drenched in our own sweat, smelled of sex and had fucked ourselves to the edge of

unconsciousness. We struggled to our feet and dressed. As she started to put on her

panties, I stopped her, extending my hand for her to give me the panties. She turned a

beet red.

"Davy, I am full of your spunk. It will run down my leg. Anyway, this skirt is so short . . .

You want me that way, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Okay. For you."

Shyly, she handed me her panties. I stuck them in my pocket so the end was hanging out

and visible. As we left the room, the place was deathly quiet. The lobby, empty when

we arrived, was full. As Andy walked in, people started to applaud. "Never heard a

woman scream like before," one hooker said. Andy had screamed like a banshee.

Everyone is the place knew she had been fucked. Now, they watched in awe of her

sexuality when we left. I could see Rebecca's effect in Andy. She walked like a queen

going towards her throne.

Our two weeks in San Francisco was over and it had been almost six months since Uncle

Bert died. It was getting near Christmas. I called my bank, transferred money to San

Francisco and bought a new Jaguar convertible. I was going to like being rich. The Jag

had a powerful eight cylinders and was a pleasure to drive.

Andy and I took a leisurely drive down the Pacific Coast Highway to LA., stopping at all

the romantic places to romance. Having a loving, happy woman on his arm is the

greatest pleasure a man can have in life. Andy was all I, or any man, could ever want.

That knowledge made me reconsider the whole damn treasure hunt, but, only for a

moment.

Andy had never seen the sights - Pebble Beach, Monterey, Big Sur, Morro Bay. - so she

marveled at what I have always believed is one of the most beautiful places in the world.

When we arrived in LA, my parents were glad to see us. I knew immediately my

relationship with them had changed forever. It was very strange at first visiting with

Charles, the man I thought was my father but I now knew not to be my biological father

although he had raised me as his son. Too complex. I just continued calling him Dad.

And Mom. I still could not imagine her naked and hot under Uncle Bert. I wished my

sisters were in town. Since hearing Uncle Bert had fucked all three of them, I knew I

would see them in a new way, too.

Mom knew Andy was my special woman, but, after dinner that first night, she said, "Lisa

called. She would like to see you." Andy showed no response but she had been

programmed not to be jealous.

"Lisa? What did she say?" I asked innocently.

"She said she missed you and wanted to see you," Mom replied.

When Mom left to go in the kitchen, Andy knelt between my legs. "Who is Lisa,

sweetheart?" she asked.

"I thought you were not jealous, Andy. What's up?"

"Davy, I am not jealous. But, I do love you and I do not want to be left for another woman."

I kissed her full lips. "I will never leave you. Whether I marry you or not, you will be

woman number one in my life." She smiled, genuinely happy.

"That is all I need," she whispered as she kissed me hotly. She sat back, butt to heels

and gazed up at me.

"I know you will have sex with any other woman any time you want. I will never be

jealous. In fact, I will help seduce them, or I will participate or watch. I know men need

many woman while a woman can be happy with just one man. I understand the

difference between men and women," she said smugly, thinking it was all her idea.

I just smiled, wondering what her reaction would have been if Uncle Bert had not

programmed her. My guess was she would have scratched my eyes out by now, if she

was that gentle.

"I'll get it," Mother yelled, going to the door.

In a flash, Lisa was in the room. She froze and stared at the beautiful blonde kneeling

between my legs.

"Hi, Lisa," I said, rising to greet her. I leaned to give her a kiss on the cheek. She grabbed

my head and kissed me hard on the mouth but I could tell she was angry But, then, Lisa

had always had a tendency to be a bitch which is why I dropped her.

"Hello, David," she said with a cloying sweetness. "Who is this?"

I introduced the two ladies. They were opposites in many ways. Andy was blonde, blue

eyed, hourglass figure, sweet, subservient, with a warm bubbling personality. Lisa had

cold black hair, emerald eyes, with a slim, muscular athlete's body. She was bitchy,

controlling and warm as a dead snake. They were both female, beautiful and intelligent.

There were no other commonalties.

Mom and Dad joined us. We visited for about an hour, catching up on old times. Andy

and Lisa left the room together, going back in my bedroom for "girl talk", Andy said.

When Mom and Dad went to bed, I went to pop some corn and get sodas from the

kitchen. When I returned, Lisa and Andy were on the couch, knees touching, talking

quietly and intently. Lisa blushed and ran towards the bathroom when she saw me.

Andy helped me bring in the refreshments.

"Do you want her?" she asked.

Did I want Lisa? My former girlfriend. "Why?" I asked.

"I think we can seduce her. In fact, I think she can be broken and made submissive to

you. Like a slave, a real slave, not programmed like a kitten. Do you want her?"

Do you think this is a bit strange? My lover, the woman I promised to marry just a few

nights ago, was offering to help me seduce and capture my former girlfriend, take her as

a slave. The idea was appealing to me. Lisa always did make my motor run even if she

was a bitch.

Then, I thought about Mary, who I really had not used effectively, and about Mistress

Diana, the Amazon dominatrix in New York, who I knew was my kitten (as the

programmed women were called by Uncle Bert). I did not even have time to fuck Diana

but twice in the two weeks we were in New York. (Sorry. Forget to tell you about that. Let

your imagination fill you in what I did with a six-three sex goddess with her own

dungeon.)

I was very intrigued by the idea of having Lisa but I had plenty of women. The way I

calculated it, Uncle Bert had programmed 3,000 of them and I had met three. Mind

boggling! I surprised myself with my answer but I wanted to find that formula. Honestly, I

was not man enough to fuck 3,000 women in the next year, let alone 3,001.

"No, Andy. I do not want Lisa."

"All right. Just asking," she replied, sticking a handful of popcorn in her mouth. She

kissed me lightly on the lips, letting me taste the butter and salt. "I wonder if buttered

cock is as good as buttered popcorn," she murmured.

Lisa rejoined us and we small talked for a few minutes. I could tell Lisa was trying to build

her courage to take the conversation in a new direction. Andy give me a questioning

look.

"No," I mouthed to her. "Please," she mouthed back. What was going on here? If Andy

was programmed to obey my orders, why was she continuing to want me to pursue Lisa

after I said no. It did not make sense. Or, maybe, it did. And, Andy had said she knew

she was programmed. That was the first time she had indicated that, although Mary had

discussed it openly. Damn! I wish I knew how the programming worked.

I excused myself and went to my room. I called Mary, explained the situation and asked

for input. "Both Andy and I are programmed to find other women for you, Davy. I have

identified several here since you left."

"But, I told her no, Mary. Why is she continuing to pursue it?"

"She did not believe you. Did you really mean no?"

Did I mean no? Hell, I did not know what I meant. "I am not sure," I said as Mary waited

patiently on the other end of the phone.

"This is the first woman Andy had tried to get for you. I am sure it is very important to

her. Perhaps, if you are not sure, she should let Andy do it, just as encouragement for

her."

That made sense, crazy, sexy sense. It occurred to me as I thought that my cock was

hard. That cock had wanted to make my decisions for me ever since I was thirteen. I let

him make this one. When I returned, Andy looked questioningly at me. I gave her the

thumbs up. She grinned knowingly.

Lisa let out a long sigh. She was going to ask her question if it killed her.

"So, what are you guys? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Engaged? What?"

Andy looked at her with a soft expression. "We are master and kitten. He is my master. I

am his kitten which is what he calls his slaves, his sex slaves. I obey his every

command."

I could see Lisa quiver as beads of sweat broke out on her upper lip.

"I don't believe you," Lisa croaked.

"Oh, it's true. In the last month, all at his command, I have dressed as a whore, picked up

a guy on the street and fucked him in a cheap hotel. I dressed as a call girl and fucked a

guy in an expensive hotel." Andy did not mention the guy was me in both cases.

Andy leaned towards Lisa as if sharing a conspiracy.

"Here is the part you will really love, Lisa. I was bound and blindfolded, wearing only a

collar, a G-string and thigh high boots with six inch heels. My body was oiled." Andy

shivered for effect. "I can still feel his hands putting the scented oil on me. He led me by

a leash to a party. There he tied me to a discipline horse. About three hundred people

were watching as I screamed, begging him to fuck me in the ass, which he did, long and

hard."

Lisa groaned. Andy winked at me.

"Wouldn't you love that, Lisa? Don't you want to have his collar around your neck? To

obey his every command?"

"NO," Lisa gasped.

"No? That surprises me, Lisa. Bondage, slavery is so absolutely delicious for a woman.

It is unbelievably sexy to have no shame, no guilt, no remorse or responsibility. You do

not have to worry 'shall I do that' or 'what would my mother say'. Your only thought is:

'follow my master's commands and enjoy the sex'."

Lisa was so sexually aroused at this point I thought she would pop.

"You are a liar!" she snapped at Andy.

"Apologize!" I barked at her.

Lisa seemed dazed as she looked at me.

"You heard me, Lisa. Apologize or I will pull your panties down and spank your bare

bottom until you will not be able to sit down!"

"David, you have never spoken to me like that before," she replied, her voice small and

submissive.

"Apologize now, Lisa!"

"Lisa," Andy snapped, drawing attention. "Don't apologize. Make him spank you!"

"He won't spank me," Lisa said, her voice betraying her words.

"Oh, yes, he will. And, the heat of his hard hand on your soft ass will send electrical

charges right to your pussy. You will love it, Lisa. Make him spank you!"

Tears of frustration fell down Lisa's cheeks. Her eyes flickered between Andy and me as

she tried to decide what to do. Andy slipped to the floor in front of her, her hands on

Lisa's knees. As she gently pushed, Lisa's knees opened wide.

"Make him spank you! You know that is what you want!"

Lisa was red faced as she said, "I will not apologize."

I stood and she flinched, pulling away in fear. I walked into the bedroom.

I heard Andy say, "Oh, no, he is angrier than I thought. Follow me! You must please him!"

As I went into the bathroom, Andy was saying, "Hurry! Strip! Then, follow my lead!"

When I returned, Andy and Lisa were naked and kneeling on the floor the way Mistress

Diana had taught Andy: ankles crossed, butt to heels, knees spread, back straight, eyes

down turned, hands on thighs with palms up.

If you think this did not excite me, you are crazy.

"Master, forgive me," Andy pleaded. "Don't make her suffer because of me. Spank her,

please, master!"

I glared at Lisa. "Do you wish to be spanked?"

She nodded, confusion, desire and bewilderment all evident in her face.

"Don't nod! Beg! Be specific!"

"M.. m.. master, please spank me!"

To be continued . . .

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