Buxom Mother and Daughter Part 3
(MF+, FF, light male-dom/slave)
By SM
This
is a work of fiction for adult entertainment.
You know the drill, if you’re too young, or it’s illegal where you live,
and all that, then don’t read it. How hard
can it be to understand that?
Ok,
if it’s hard, then just skip this story anyway, just to be on the safe side.
On
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And
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dollars. Proceed directly to your
psychotherapist and ask for help with your problem of reality testing. And pray that God will help all the rest of
us with that problem, too. Lord, do we
need that. Yes, we do.
You will need to read the first parts to
get the flow of this story, so if you haven’t, Part 1 is here,
Part 2 is here
. . . in case you haven’t noticed, this is Part 3, with Part 4 here.
The
next morning, he called and asked Melissa for their neck sizes, so when he
appeared he had their collars and leashes in the sack from the store. He knocked, even though he had a key now,
because he liked to be greeted at the door.
“Good
morning, Master,” she said brightly.
“Good
morning, pet,” he replied and walked directly to his favorite place on the
couch. “I would like a coffee with rum
in it this morning, instead of my usual.
Then, after you bring me that, this time before you bow to greet me
properly, go and tell slave-candi that I want you both back here bowing at my
feet wearing heels, with nipple chains on, buttplugs in, and vibrators in your
cunts set on medium held in by thongs.”
“Yes,
Master.” She went to kitchen, made the
coffee with rum, brought it out to him and then went to the back into Candi’s
room. He heard some conversation, and
they both went to Melissa’s bedroom, and went in, only to reappear after a
fairly short time. They came back into
the living room smiling, looking like any man’s dream—obviously aroused, boobs
bouncing the nipple chain enough to jingle, shapely hips swaying, inner thighs
obviously already wet next to the soaked thong material—and bowed at his feet.
“Good
morning, Master,” Candi said to him.
“It’s
very good to see you this morning, Master,” Mel said.
“How
may we serve you today?” they said in unison, obviously planned in
advance. [“A very nice touch,” he thought to himself.]
“Good
morning, indeed. I have a little gift
for each of you,” he told them. He bent
down and put each of their collars on, and clipped their leashes on as
well. “Unless I give my permission to
remove it, you will wear the collars always, except for when you take a shower
or bath. I will use the leashes as I
choose. I have a wall-hanger which has
hooks on it to put up today for your leashes when I am not using them. You are my property and my pets now.”
Candi
squealed out her “Thank you, Master,” in excitement—either that, or because she
was about to cum from the vibe in her cunt, or both—and Melissa looked up at
him with tears in her eyes, and said in a voice choked with emotion, “Thank
you, Master, thank you . . . thank you.”
“Come
up and rub my legs and feet, my pet-mel, and pet-candi can suck on my cock this
morning. I will be updating your
spankings later today, not to worry. I
know that going to long with too much good stuff makes good slaves have a need
for punishment to pay for it, so I’ll take care of that later.” They moved into position to do their
appointed tasks as he sipped on his drink.
Melissa
still had tears in her eyes as she took off his shoes and socks and began
rubbing his feet. He interrupted her as
Candi attempted to open his pants and stood up to take them off entirely, then
sat down again, and they continued in their duties.
Candi’s
boobs were clearly marked by the crop from the day before, and the hickie on
her neck was quite noticeable, which Greg found he was rather proud of. It may not have been as good as some of the
hickies he’d given in the backseat as a teenager, but it was right up there
with them. He could hear their vibes
buzzing softly in their pussies, and he could hear their arousal in their every
breath, not to mention the enthusiasm they had for their appointed tasks.
After
a good while of her foot rubbing and Candi’s sucking, Melissa started kissing
his feet which was actually a bit of a turn-on in itself—to Greg’s
surprise. Candi’s whimpering as she
sucked his cock changed to a higher pitch when she felt his cock get harder,
which Melissa instinctively took as an encouragement, so she started sucking on
his toes, one at a time. She looked up
at him, her eyes shining with desire.
He
mouthed the word, “cum,” to her and she did, her head nodding spasmodically,
and her squeals and whimpering sounds started to almost match Candi’s as she
started to suck on his toes with even more enthusiasm. Candi pulled her mouth off of his cock with a
gasp, and then bent down further to lick his balls and suck on them gently,
while her other hand pumped up and down on his cock. When she felt his thighs start to tense, she
looked up at him mischievously, and aimed his cock at her mom’s face.
Melissa
was looking down at that moment, so his cum shot out and hit her black bangs as
they hung down over her eyes. A bit
startled, she looked up and the next glob of cum hit her right cheek, just
below her eye, and the following one landed short of her face, on his leg.
She
laughed, and cried out, “Oh, YES, Master!
Please cum with us!” Her tongue
reached out and caught some of his cum which was dripping down her cheek, and
looked at him as she tasted it, savoring every flavor, as if it was the most
exquisite taste she’d ever had—or at least, had during sex.
Greg relaxed and let them coo and rub him,
enjoying it all immensely and then he waved them up beside him to snuggle on
both sides. Kings would have given a
treasure for this, that’s for sure, and he certainly felt like a king at that
moment.
Candi
looked at him biting her lip on the side, like she was nervous, and he realized
that she still had a vibrator buzzing away inside her pussy but she hadn’t cum
like her mom had. He grinned and looked
down into her eyes and mouthed the word, “cum.”
Her eyes grew very wide and she squealed and came like everything in her
body had lit up like a Christmas tree.
“I
DID IT!” she shouted. Greg flinched
back, his hearing blasted because it was so loud and close to his ear. “Oh, Master!
I’m sorry! . . . oh, NO! . . . I mean . . .
He
had to extricate his arms from them in order to rub the laugh-tears from his
eyes and sit up a bit. Melissa was
laughing too, while trying to hide it, apparently understanding the humor of
what had happened, but Candi was still a bit anxious from her faux pas. When he finally caught his
breath, looked at her and reached out, smiling and touched her face gently,
then ruffled her hair a bit and pulled her up for a kiss. “You are truly wonderful, my pet-candi. If you keep this up, I’ll fall in love with
you if only for the humor you bring to me—to our relationship.”
She
hugged him tightly again, whispering and breathing, “thank you . . . thank you
. . . thank you, Master,” into his chest, obviously relieved that she had not
offended or angered him.
He
looked at Melissa, knowing she was still listening. “Well, I asked for it. I told her to cum, and she just followed my
orders rather fully. I can’t fault her
for that!”
“But,
Master! I came on your command! That was SOOOO COOL!” Candi popped up to
announce. “Oh, sorry . . .
Greg
looked Melissa, seeing that both of them were trying to keep a straight
face. He could see the twinkle in
Melissa’s eyes, as he knew was in his own eyes.
“My pet-candi?”
“Yes,
Master,” she said in a muffled sound through her hands.
“Take
the vibe out from your pussy and turn it off.”
“Yes,
Master,” and she did as she was told.
“I
have a command for you . . . actually, two commands.”
“Yes,
Master,” she said with tears in her voice. “Please command me!”
“The
first one is: Go get that ball gag and
the string whip from your mother’s stuff that I saw the other day.”
“Yes,
Master,” and without waiting even a second, she ran off to her mom’s room.
He
looked at Melissa. She looked back at
him smiling with shining eyes and said, “I’m so very glad that you know how to
handle her. You’re wonderful,
Master! Thank you.”
“Oh,
hush,” he said softly, shaking his head with an obviously fake look of wry
disgust.
“Yes,
Master,” she replied, sotto voce, her
eyes innocent but laughing all the same.
Candi
ran back in so fast, she skidded a bit on the floor, then bowed quickly and
reached out with the ball gag and the string whip in her hands in front of her
head toward her Master. He reached down
and took them.
“Come
here, between my legs, pet-candi,” he commanded. She looked up and hurried quickly on her
knees to a position between his legs, and bowed her head. He reached down and pulled her head up to
face him. Her eyes were red from crying
as she looked up at him.
“Open
your mouth,” he told her calmly. She
did, and he inserted the ball gag and buckled it around the back of her head.
“Now
for your second command, my slave-candi.”
“Yeth, Maffphtel,” she said
through her gag, her eyes growing even more anxious.
“Slow
down.” She tipped her head, looking
questioningly at him.
“You’re
a fine slave, and a truly sexy young woman, and you are trying way too hard, so
you’re doing too much, and you’re going at it way too fast. I know you’re excited, but everyone make
mistakes when they start something new.
In fact, those of us who do things that are not new to us make mistakes,
too. Yes, I know you came on my command,
and that’s exciting, and you want to tell your cousin. Your mom and I will discuss that, since I
don’t know your cousin or your aunt—your mom’s sister—and I will decide if you
can talk with her or not, ok?”
“Yeth, Maffphtel. Maph ah shpeeth?”
“May
you speak? Ok, hang on, and I’ll loosen
the gag, but just for this, and then I will tighten it again.” He loosened it, and she moved it out of her
mouth enough to talk.
“Thank
you, Master. I was just going to say
that I feel like I’m way behind, and I need to catch up . . . on life and sex
and everything! I’m scared that I’m not
ever going to be worth anything to anyone!
Look at you! You are a Master,
you’re married, you know all about sex and love, you can do hypnosis, write
computer programs, fix computers, fix other things . . . you can do so many
things, things that I don’t even know about.
And I? . . . and I . . .
He
paused, looking at her thoughtfully. “Yet.”
“What,
Master?” looking up through her tears.
“Well,
it may be true that you can’t do very much yet . . . so far. But as you said, I know how to do lots of
things.”
“I
don’t understand.”
“One
of those things you maybe didn’t know about me is that I’m a teacher. I even taught college for a couple of years.
“You
did?”
“Yes,
but I teach all the time—guitar, writing, psychology, recording, music,
language, faith.”
“You
can play the guitar?” Candi said in astonished voice.
“Faith?” Melissa looked thoughtful.
“The
most important of all. What do you
believe in? Who do you believe in?”
“I’m
not sure,” they chorused in reply and then grinned wryly at each other.
“So . . . I can teach you. You’re very bright and you think very fast,
both of you. I’m sure I can teach you
everything I know.
“Everything
you know? You would teach me everything
you know?” Candi asked.
“Well,
I’ll give it my best shot. I’m not sure
I know all that much, actually. There
are whole libraries in the world full of writings in languages which I cannot
read. I’ve only studied 5 languages so
far. There is much that I don’t know,
but I can teach you everything I DO know.
Maybe that will really be worth my new salary.”
“Are
you serious? I’m not very smart,
Master.” Candi’s voice quivered almost
in fear, humbly, asking not arguing.
“Since
when, even in the short time I’ve known your mother and you, have misled
you?” Both sets of eyes looked up at him
thoughtfully.
“You
have been more than I ever imagined a master could be, Master,” Melissa
said. “If you ever misled us, it was in
reverse—I never would have known that anyone could be so capable and kind—and
yet able to give the pain I need, . . . well, we . . . as slaves. Someday, please, I’d like you to try to
explain that, but . . . No, Master,
you’ve never done less than you said you’d do—you’ve done more.”
“Ok,
so I will do my best to teach you everything I know, my pets, on only two
conditions.”
“What
conditions, Master?” Candi asked.
“The
first is that you give it your best to learn what I have to teach. I don’t ask anything, but that: your best effort with your heart and
soul. That’s all I would ask. It’s all anyone could ask, actually.”
“And
the second?”
“That
you will follow through any and all of it until I say it is done. You haven’t had much chance to test your
endurance, so your temptation would be to quit too soon. So, my second condition is that you agree to
continue until I say—not when YOU say . . . but only when I say—that we’re
done, and not before then.”
They
both looked rather thoughtful at that.
“Think
about that, and we’ll talk about it later.
For now, I need a refill, and more snuggles.”
“Yes,
Master,” and they both jumped up, running to the kitchen to get him another
drink, arguing, “Let ME serve him, Mom! . . .”
“But
you don’t know how much to put in! . . . “
“Well,
then, I’ll mess up and he’ll get to punish me again, and his punishments are so
fun, what’s the problem? . . .”
“Just
let me do it this time . . .”
“Aaaaawwwwlllk! . .
. ok, then I get first snuggles,“ at which point, Greg
remembered that he should have tightened her gag again.
When
Melissa returned with his fresh coffee with rum, he had tightened Candi’s gag
again and removed her nipple chain. She
was sitting on his lap moaning, obviously quite aroused while he played with
her boobs. She seemed to be enjoying
everything he did, even when he pinched hard, or pulled them both up hard, or
slapped them from side to side.
Sometimes he would squeeze them both together and suck on her nipples. If anyone were to judge, it appeared that she
enjoyed that the best of all. “Buxom, indeed,” he thought to himself. “Yeah, baby!”
He
looked at Melissa after she had set his coffee down beside him. “Go and tie up your boobs for me, pet. I want to play with your tits, too. You may take out your vibe from your
pussy.” He had noticed that her thighs
were dripping with her juices all the way down to her heels.
“Yes,
Master,” she said happily, heading toward her bedroom for rope and to remove
her vibe.
Greg
enjoyed playing with their boobs for quite some time. After he asked Candi to go get a permanent
marker, he started a game with them about what to write on their boobs. Candi had obviously shown her quick and
creative mind, so it really wasn’t a surprise to find that her Mom was right in
there, too, holding up her turn quite well.
“Boobs
For Sale Cheap, Cum and Lick‘em,”
Melissa offered
“Nipples
Need Nice and Naughty Nibbler,” Candi countered.
“She
Sells Succulent Suckers Supreme Satisfaction.”
“Tits
Tic Tack Toe Tickles To Total Turn-on.”
He
had to put down the marker and laugh.
When he finally got his breath and wiped his laugh-tears out of his
eyes, he said,”You two are totally too talented . . .
no, wait
“Boomer
Boobs Babe,” Candi took off at once, her mouth set, looking at her mom.
“Slut
Suck Salon,” her Mom replied, sticking out her tongue at her daughter.
“Master’s
Macro Mammaries.”
“Lusty
Lovers Lungs.”
They
thought so fast he couldn’t keep up with them, and he couldn’t stop laughing
long enough to write any of those phrases anyway, so finally he handed the
marker to them, saying, between gasps, to just write something sexy on each
other’s boobs.
Melissa’s
phone rang about that time, and she looked at it. “It’s my sister, Master. May I answer it?”
“Sure.” She briefly conferred with her sister, and
then looked up at him. “I’ve been
talking with my new manager, getting things set up . . . yeah . . . to handle
all that financial stuff I was so worried about. . . . Hang on,” she said into
the phone, and then muted it.
“Master? She was going to come over to visit—with
Alice. Is that ok? Uhm . . . if she does, maybe we should take
our collars off? It’s up to you, Master
. . . or, I can tell her we’re busy and we can visit some other time.”
He
thought about it for a bit. “I can’t see
a problem with that, pet. Tell her to
come on over, just ask how soon they will be here.”
“Yes,
Michelle, come on over. . . . yes, he’s
here, so you can meet him.” She put the
phone against her shoulder, “Uhm, she said she was going to bring over a bucket
of chicken, KFC . . . if you want to eat with us, is that ok?”
“Sure
. . . as long as there is some original recipe and some coleslaw and some of
their potatoes and gravy, no problem. I
need to get my cholesterol levels back up, anyway,” he grinned. She brought her phone back up to her ear.
“Yes,
that’ll be fine! . . . Ma-- . . . er, uhm . . . he
said he likes original, coleslaw and some potatoes and gravy, and since that’s
what we usually eat . . . ok, sounds great! . . . see you in a bit, then! luv’you, too.
Bye.”
Candi
looked rather mischievously at them. “Do
you want us to get dressed, then, Master?
Or, shall we show them just how slutty we both are?” she asked,
apparently favoring the “showing them” side of the choices, wiggling her ass
and rubbing her boobs against him and smiling brightly.
He
laughed again. “You both need to go and
get dressed decently, and act decently, too.
Take off your collars, and for this, since our relationship is private,
I’m just the manager, so you may call me “Greg”—or “Mr. Greg” if you prefer, Candi.”
“Yes,
Master,” they both said, although Candi looked a bit disappointed. They both retired to their rooms to change.
He
was at the computer when they arrived, working on the program he’d started to
write, blonde Michelle and her blue-haired daughter, Alice. Blue hair wasn’t what he was used to, but
he’s seen others with blue hair in public.
He was never up on the latest hair styles anyway, so, oh well. Alice took one look at Candi, gasped as
though in shock, grabbed her arm and they ran into Candi’s bedroom, and squeals
could be heard even through the door they had slammed shut.
“What
was that all about?” Melissa asked her sister.
Michelle wasn’t very pretty, and her boobs and hips were only about half
the size of her sister’s boobs or hips, medium, but shapely, all the same. Her face looked like a tired housewife or a
tired single mother.
“I
haven’t the slightest idea . . . you know those two, though . . . they’re like
teenagers, even if they are a couple of years older.”
“Yeah,
they’re a pair alright . . . almost like we were at that age.”
“Oh,
god, I hope not!” Michelle giggled.
“Michelle,
please meet Greg, my new manager.”
“A
pleasure,” he said, bowing slightly, taking Michelle’s hand. “You’re just as beautiful as your sister.”
“I
like him already,” Michelle said to her sister.
“Welcome to the family, Greg. I
do hope you can help us manage things.
We haven’t been able to manage much of anything very well.”
At
that moment, Alice ran out from Candi’s room, Candi only a step behind her,
both of them almost tackling their mothers and whispering in their ears.
“OH! I see!” Michelle said.
“You
DIDN’T!” Melissa said to her daughter.
“I
didn’t mean to, Mom, really I didn’t . . . she saw my hickie as soon as she
came in, and she wouldn’t stop pestering me until . . . she guessed, and my face . . . she saw
my face, and she . . . oh, MOM! I . . . Master . . . oh, shit! I opened my motor mouth again, damn damn DAMN IT!”
Greg
had reseated himself, and swiveled his chair around toward them, in order to be
courteous, finding himself “surveyed the wreckage,” as it were. He blinked and
tried to look like a manager.
“He
. . . uhm . . . you wouldn’t believe what she said they . . . “
“She
. . . but, it was SOOO cool, so I just couldn’t not tell her,
could I? . . .”
Both
girls were talking so fast he couldn’t keep up with what they were saying, so
instead he watched their mother’s faces . . . Melissa looked exasperated and
embarrassed, and Michelle looked . . . well, rather embarrassed but aroused,
although obviously trying to hide it.
“Uhm . . . ladies? Is there a problem?”
Melissa
looked at him. “Uhm . . . the secret . .
. uhm . . . our secret . . . is no
longer a secret, it seems . . .”—she looked at her sister a bit anxiously—“ . .
. uhm . . . Master.”
“I
see.” Suddenly, silence hung in the air
and nobody moved as though the camera had frozen that screen.
“Please
sit down, all of you.” They all sat down
rather meekly, the younger women hardly able to contain themselves, and the
older women looking a bit shocked and embarrassed.
“So,
just what do you know, Michelle and Alice?”
“Master,
I’m sorry . . . it all just came bubbling out . . .an’
. . . “ Candi started in. He blinked
several times.
“Candi?”
“Yes
. . . uhm . . . sir?”
“Hush
now, will you? I wasn’t talking to you
right then.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He
cleared his throat and looked back at Michelle and Alice. Michelle looked like she had been caught in a
photo with her mouth open, and Alice was sputtering like a lawn sprinkler. “She said that . . . you . . .
He
looked at Melissa and Michelle. “Uhm . .
. I think it’s time for you two to open up and tell me what is going on.”
“Yes,
Master,” Melissa said. “Candi told me
that when they came in, her hickie gave everything away, so when they went to
her bedroom, Alice pushed her and pushed her until she told her that you were
the one who gave her the hickie and that you’re our Master now, and we’re your
sex slaves forever . . . something like that, Master.”
“That’s
pretty much all of it, sir,” Michelle said.
“That’s what my daughter said to me when they came out.” She blinked like a teen who wanted to be
picked up for a date, looking down with a rather demure and sexy expression,
rearranging her skirt seductively.
“Michelle!”
Melissa said to her, looking shocked.
“Yes?”
“I
had no idea . . . “
“.
. . that I need to be fucked as much as you do?”
Michelle looked up at her with anger on her face, suddenly exploding.
“All
through high school, YOU got all the cocks while I was being pushed around by
the lezzy cheerleaders until I had to suck their cunts after the games when you
got gangbanged by the studs on football team!
Then, I got the guys from the band as left-overs! I WAS the left-overs . . . I didn’t even know
which guy I had to suck off, they made me hide my face behind a curtain, since
I’m so ugly . . . or the cheerleaders who sat on my fucking face for me to lick
her cunts! Nobody even ASKED me to the
prom because they thought I was trailer trash, while you fucking slut with your
huge boobs
There
was a rather long time of stunned silence, except for the sound of her weeping.
“The
defense rests,” Greg said, softly and sadly.
When
Michelle’s weeping finally ran down, her sister was on the floor with her, with
her arm around her. Candi and Alice were
holding each other, sitting on the floor in front of the TV, both of them
looking like it was the end of the world.
“I’m
truly sorry, Michelle, I really am,” Melissa said to her. Looking at Greg, she said, “To make the
record straight, Master, and even if doesn’t matter to you,
I never knew anything about what she just told you. I . . . uhm . . .
“It
doesn’t matter to me, but it may matter to her,” he responded.
“Are
you fucking lying to me now?! TELL ME
THE FUCKING TRUTH! HOW MANY GUYS FUCKED
YOU WHEN WE WERE IN HIGH SCHOOL? . . . TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!”
“One,”
Melissa said, her face ashen. “Only one. I started sleeping around some after high
school, but really not with that many guys.
Everybody thought I was a slut because I would let guys play with my
boobs, but I wasn’t sleeping with them.”
Her
sister looked up at her, teeth clenched, anger all over her face . . . “I don’t
believe you! I had to put up with all
that, and you got to go to the prom three times and no one even asked me once? . . . OK! So, who was that one, my slut
sister with big boobs? Tell me the truth!
Tell me!”
“Roger.”
“Roger? The science teacher?”
Michelle’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“Yes.”
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah.”
“Michelle? I can certainly understand your
distress. When you can get your breath,
I would like to talk with you, if you can.
You are just as valuable as Melissa and I’m sure we can make things a
bit better for you,” Greg said.
She looked up at him,
trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
“How? . . . just how
could things be better? I’ll always be
second best.”
“Well, after all, I’m
the manager here now, and I do have some positions open with higher salaries
than you have now, I’m sure. And, if
those don’t fit you, I’d actually be willing to create a job for you. I'm sure Melissa is in favor of that. I can't ask you to be my date to the prom,
but at least we can try to make things better for you now.”
She looked up and
opened her mouth, and closed it again.
“Yes, Melissa is in
favor. And, I will be asking my Manager
. . . erm . . . Master to double her salary and pay
off all of her debts, no matter what they are, Master, Sir,” Melissa said,
meekly.
Michelle looked at
her, even more shocked than before. “ALL
of them?”
“I will ask him,
Michelle. He’s very kind, though. I would bet that he’ll do it.”
“Ok, ok, ok.” Greg
said. “What do you need, Michelle?”
“You mean besides
being wanted and loved and fucked a lot?” sarcastically, still struggling with
her anger, her eyes full of angry tears.
“No, actually . . .
including that if that’s what you need,” he said quietly, but with a hint of
steel in his voice. She looked up at
him, noticing.
“I . . . uhm . . .
I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just been hard.”
“Yes, I’m sure it has
been. I’ve had many hard times in my life,
too. So, will you accept our help, or
not? You have no obligation, and you
will not be punished if you don’t accept.”
“Uhm . . . will I owe
you for it?”
“Ah . . . now I
understand your hesitance. No. If we help you, you will owe me nothing—nor
will you owe the corporation that I now represent, loosely called ‘Melissa, et
al, incorporated’—that is, what your sister owns now. I cannot pay others to provide the part for
you ‘being loved and fucked a lot’ as you put it, but I can try my best to
provide the love and care part personally as much as I can do that, and I would
be willing to bet that your sister and your niece will help as much as they
can, as well. Paying your debts, giving
you a good salary, our best efforts to love you and meet your sexual needs to
the extent that we can do that—those are actually normal needs that every adult
has. No one should owe for those needs,
although our world is not a perfect world, so many do, unfortunately. And what we are willing to do means that you
may still be angry and rude to us, if you’d like to be. You don’t even have to appreciate the help,
if you don’t want to.”
“Sir? Do you mean that I don’t even have to thank
you?”
“Yes, I mean that. .
. . And so, no, you won’t even owe that.
Otherwise, you would owe us a thank you.
As long as I am manager here, if I say you owe nothing, you owe nothing,
and that means exactly that--nothing. I
may get fired tomorrow, but as of today and as long as I work here, if I say it
means you owe nothing, then you owe nothing.
Period.”
Melissa looked at him
with shining eyes, as though she couldn’t think of the words to say, her lips
tightly closed. But, he was certain that
she was appreciating how he’d responded to her sister.
“I’m very sorry for
my attitude, Sir. Please accept my
apologies and yes, I do accept your efforts to help me. Thank you.”
She was looking at him with all of her barriers down, open and
vulnerable.
“You are quite
welcome, sister of my wonderful slave-mel.
Can you access your financial needs via computer? . . . or do you need to go and get your records, so
we can begin immediately?”
“Yes,
Sir. I mean, yes, Sir,
I can access all of my financial information online.” He simply waved toward Melissa, and she rose
to escort her sister to her bedroom, where her computer was set up.
Candi and Alice were
still embracing each other, although somewhat less in nervous
anticipation. They looked up, realizing
that they were now the only other people in the room with him, since their
mothers had gone to work with the computer.
“Uhm . . . Master?”
Candi began.
“Yes, my pet.”
“I’m sorry that I
revealed our secret . . . I have a big mouth.”
“Don’t be.”
“Master . . . Sir?”
“Don’t worry about
it, don’t be sorry about it, I meant. It
seems clear that it needed to come out so we could help your aunt. There will come a day when you won’t need to
have a ‘big mouth’, and you won’t have to worry about that anymore. But, don’t tell anybody else, ok?”
“I won’t, Master.”
“Come here, pet . . .
and yes, Alice, you are welcome to my lap and snuggles, if you’d like to join
us.”
They both snuggled up
to his chest, and Alice was actually more snuggly and relaxed than Candi
was. He felt her warmth, and looked at
her, and saw that she was just enjoying being close with someone as though it
was for the first time in a long time
“Master? I’m sorry, really I am. What did you mean when you said that there
would come a day . . . ?”
“Pet, you’ve been
basically shut off from society for all these years, your mom trying to do the
best she could to raise you by herself and all that. This guy, Tom, who I never knew . . . didn’t
help things by molesting you. <she started to protest>
Yeah, I know, he didn’t fuck you, but oral sex with an underage girl is
still molesting. And, your mother loved
him, and he left all of you lots of money, so all is not lost. Could have been a lot
worse.”
She nodded, listening
intently. Alice said, “I’ve been like
that, too!” He nodded
appreciatively. “Maybe you have also,
Alice. I don’t know about that part.”
“But anyway, you have
had all that stuff bottled up inside yourself, not to mention that you are very
intelligent and you think very fast, so you speak before you think sometimes.”
The corner of her
mouth turned up wryly, and she nodded. ”Unfortunately.”
“And, after all,
Alice here, has been intimate with you, so to speak,
and you got some of your needs met with her.
So, there will come a day when you will get those needs met in other
ways, so you won’t need to do all of that, talking so much, trying to prove
yourself, being a slut and all that to get someone to have sex with you. When you get those needs met other ways, then
you won’t have to worry about being a ‘motor mouth’.”
“Oh.” She looked thoughtful. “So, then I will be able to keep my mouth
shut?”
“I’m sure you can
learn to, yes. At least then it will be
easier.”
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