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1Part Three: Prologue
Meryn had to admit that Natasha still had a talent for getting her out of her doldrums. The phone conversation had really piqued her interest, and it was all she could think about for the next several days. At times as she thought about it, it had almost sounded like Natasha had had some kind of religious experience, or had become involved with some kind of cult. Or worse. But she knew Natasha better than that. She was too fiercely independent and individualistic to get involved with anything like that. It didn’t seem though that it could only be that Natasha had a new boyfriend, maybe one that was lasting a little longer than usual for her, maybe a little more serious than she had ever had before. That didn’t seem to Meryn to be something that Natasha would be keeping such a secret, that she wouldn’t even hint about it over the phone. And she had said that it was something that she had to show Meryn, not just tell her. Something that had changed her life. And it was something that she thought Meryn would like as well. She just had to keep an open mind. What the heck was that supposed to mean? All Meryn could finally conclude was that Friday couldn’t come fast enough.
After an interminable several days, Meryn finally found herself excitedly ringing Natasha’s apartment doorbell a little after seven on Friday evening. Natasha answered the door, swept her into her hallway foyer and immediately hugged her tightly.
“Oh Meri, I’m so happy to see you.” she said ending the embrace, “I was so nervous that you might not come.”
“Of course I came. I said I would. And I’m just as happy to see you.” After a moment, “Why did you think I might not come Tash?”
“Well I know things haven’t been good between us the last couple of months, but that’s water under the bridge. Come in, come in. I have so much to tell and show you.
With that Natasha took Meryn’s hand and led her into her apparently newly well appointed livingroom. She guided her over to the exquisite sofa and matching love seat that were set at a ninety degree angle to each other. She sat Meryn down in the middle of the love seat, and then sat down herself at the near end of the sofa. On the corner table between the furniture, were two poured goblets of white wine, and a tray of assorted cheeses. Natasha was wearing a dark violet silk kimono that came down to just below her knees. It was tied at the waist to perfectly accentuate her wonderful figure. The V-shaped opening in front hinted in just the right way to her well proportioned cleavage. She was wearing a matching pair of open toed slipper pumps, and her perfectly pedicured toenails were painted in the same color. It was an outfit to be noticed. It made Meryn, in her plain beige cotton blouse, mid length wool skirt, and her brown flats feel decidedly underdressed. Natasha had always been the more stylish of the two, but Meryn found it hard to believe that Natasha had gotten dressed like this just to have dinner with her.
As they sipped their wine and talked about old times, seemingly to Meryn just to break the ice, she couldn’t help but notice how nice and neat and clean the apartment was. Natasha had never been a particularly tidy person. She hated housework, as she often said, and in the many times in the past that Meryn had been over, the apartment had always been in a state of general disarray .
“Tash, your apartment looks absolutely fabulous. I can’t believe you put it all together like this just for me tonight.”
“Oh it’s kept in much better condition than I know it used to be Meri, but I made very sure it was in perfect order for tonight. This is a very special night. I hope for both of us.”
This was the opening they both apparently were waiting for, and Meryn decided as the guest in the dark, she would make the first move.
“So Tash, you know I’m dying to find out. What’s the big mystery? What are you going to show me that has changed your life?” She asked with a smile.
Natasha returned the smile and took a deep breath.
“Meri, you know better that anyone that I had never been able to find a relationship that suited my needs. I’ve always had a forceful personality,” That’s quite an understatement thought Meryn. “and none of the boys I ever went out with were what I was looking for. I finally figured out that I was looking for all the wrong things in all the wrong places.”
Natasha paused, and then plunged on.
“About nine months ago I started cruising the Internet regularly. Meri, it’s unbelievable how many different worlds and types of people and relationships are out there, and I finally found one that was for me. I read and researched many different websites, joined chat rooms, and came to know for sure that this was for me. It is who I am.”
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about Tash.”
“I know you don’t. Not yet. But you will. Just let me go on. After a couple of months of major research I felt I was ready, more than ready, to take the plunge for more personal contact.”
God, she was talking about an internet relationship. Meryn had always had the impression that those could be pretty dangerous. What had Natasha gotten herself into?
“I was very careful and selective. I had been guided by internet friends to sites that were deemed safe and reliable, and I carefully screened all responses to my personals.”
She really was talking about internet dating. Meryn would never have believed Natasha would do something like this.
“My first few forays weren’t particularly successful. They didn’t meet the standards I had set for myself. Then there was one that was promising, and it developed reasonably well over a couple of months, but for one particular reason it wasn’t right for me. I knew this for sure when three months ago I hit the jackpot, and it’s been nothing but fantastic since.”
“Tash, you’ve got to let me know. Have you finally found the right man?”
“Not exactly a man.” Noticing Meryn’s eyes widen, Natasha laughed and hurried on, “Oh don’t worry, it’s not what you’re thinking, It’s not a woman either.”
“So what ARE you talking about?” an exasperated Meryn exclaimed.
With a smile Natasha turned away toward her bedroom, and in a much louder voice she called
“Scott, come out now.”
Meryn looked over to Natasha’s bedroom door, and was stunned when a man with male-model looks stepped out into the livingroom. He looked to be about 6 foot 2, but what completely took her breath away was that the only the only thing he was wearing on his incredibly buff body was a pair of bright pink satin women’s panties.
She continued to gape wordlessly as he walked briskly over to them, fell to his knees before Natasha, bowed his head down and kissed both of her feet before saying “I am here for anything you desire Miss Natasha.” After that he remained bent forward on his knees, leaning on his elbows, looking down at the floor before her feet.
“Tash,” Meryn could barely whisper out her question, “What is this?”
“Ah, the mystery begins to be revealed. This is what I wanted to show and share with you Meri, but I think I’ll let Scott here begin the explanation. First things first though. Scott, this is Miss Meryn, whom I’ve told you all about. Are you forgetting your manners in not properly greeting her?”
With that, the nearly naked man pivoted on his knees, crawled over toward Meryn, bent forward, kissed the tops of both of her shoes, and said
“Please accept my most humble greetings Miss Meryn.” She had been too surprised to move her feet away, and in reality it had happened too quickly for her to do anything. With that, he pivoted again and reassumed his head down kneeling position in front of Natasha.
“That’s much better Scott.” she said to him.
“Tash, I don”t get this.”
“Scott, kneel up, and kindly explain to Miss Meryn what This is.”
Scott rose up to an upright kneeling position, leaned back on his legs, and arranged himself at a 45 degree angle between the two women, and began speaking as if he was having the most casual conversation between old friends.
“I am Miss Natasha’s slave. She owns me body and soul. My only true purpose in life is to serve and obey her, and my sole reason for living is to provide for her comfort and pleasure.”
“That was very nicely put Scott.” Natasha said with a smile. “You may go now and finish making our dinner.”
“Yes Miss Natasha.” With that he bent down, kissed her feet again, rose and hurried off to the kitchen.
Speechless, Meryn watched him go and then turned back to Natasha.
“Tash, I still don’t understand what’s going on here.”
“It’s exactly as he said Meri. He’s my slave. Totally. He does everything I demand, and obeys my every whim. 24/7.
“You mean he’s here all the time?”
Natasha chuckled “Well, I did have him move in with me about three months ago, but he’s not here ‘all’ the time. He does have a job. He owns his own software company, and he does have to go down to oversee it’s management now and then. But it’s a well established and very successful company, and he’s got more than enough underlings to do all the daily drudge work, so most of his time can be spent doing drudge work for me.”
“Like what?”
“Look around you. You know what kind of slob I used to be at home. But you see how spotless the place is now. Scott is responsible for all of the housework. I don’t lift a finger. From the first minute in the morning when he wakes up to prepare my breakfast, until the time at night when I allow him to go to sleep, he’s working for me all the time. And I make sure he’s always on his toes. If I can’t think of anything more for him to do, he spends the rest of his time on his knees at my feet.”
“But what does he get out of it?”
“Does it matter?” Natasha could see Meryn’s sharp, disbelieving look. “No Meri, it really doesn’t matter. Look, Scott is a slave. How he feels about anything really has no importance. Oh I guess he gets some kind of life fulfillment out of meeting my every want and need, and that’s okay by me. I get to reap all the benefits.” She paused for a second. “And the sex Meri is unbelievable. Anytime, anywhere, and anyway I want it.”
Meryn could finally see this entire bizarre situation approaching some semblance of understandable reality.
“Well, I can see how that might be a real enticement to all this. Judging by the prominent bulge I saw in his ...um...pants, he’s pretty well endowed.
Natasha rocked back and laughed. “You’ve got it all wrong Meri. And
you misjudged him by at least a half”
“How so?”
Natasha turned toward the kitchen, and in a loud voice commanded, “Scott, come in here.” As he hurried in she told him to remain standing in front of her, but facing Meryn. Without saying a word, she then pulled his panties down to his ankles exposing him totally for Meryn to see. If this act hadn’t startled her enough, what was presented unsettled her even more. Scott’s entire penis was encased in some plastic contraption that was about four inches in length from base to tip curving forward and down.
“What the heck is that?” Meryn couldn’t help but exclaim.
“We call it his cock cage” Natasha answered. “It’s locked in place and only I have the key.”
“What in heaven is it for?”
“Well it certainly isn’t heaven for Scott I suspect. It’s meant to keep him in his place, a constant reminder of what he is, and who owns him. And it also keeps him from any unpermitted playing with himself.”
Meryn felt herself blushing sharply.
“It doesn’t come off often, but when it does, my little slaveboy stands at attention a good eight inches. Twice what you thought.”
“But if it’s always on, how does he...um...you know...ah” Meryn felt her face reddening even more.
“Oh, there’s an opening at the end that lets him pee. I imagine it takes some effort and practice and aim, but that’s his problem isn’t it.”
With that Natasha pulled up Scott’s panties, gave him a slap on his backside, and told him to get back to his work.
After he had gone, Meryn couldn’t help but ask, “But if that thing is almost always on, what about all of this wonderful sex you were talking about?”
“That’s also where you have it wrong Meri.” She paused. “You don’t fuck a slave. You use him for your pleasure. His hands, his fingers, his mouth, and most especially his tongue. Anywhere and everywhere that you desire. As much and as often as you want. And I want it a lot, believe me.”
“And he doesn’t ever get to...um...you know...cum?”
“I don’t go out of my way to be cruel. Men do have physiologic needs that probably have to be met to keep them healthy. And I like to always have something to dangle out there as a reward for him now and then. It helps keep him enthusiastic in seeing to my needs. But not too often or it loses it’s aura. Maybe twice a month, and always at a time and method of my choosing that will provide me with some kind of amusement.
“Wow.” Was all Meryn could say.
“It really is fantastic Meri, and I really believe that it would be perfect for you. Especially now.”
“Oh God no, Tash. I could never.”
“I don’t mean all of it. Not right away. I mean I know you’re not born to it like I now know that I am. But I really do believe that every woman should have some part of something like this. It would make them all a hell of a lot happier in life. It’s an opportunity to explore it a little bit that I think you should really try.”
“What opportunity? I don’t have any idea how, or inclination to spend the time and effort to go searching the internet trying to find some stranger who wants to be some kind of servant I don’t even want.”
“But you don’t have to put in the time and effort. I’ve already done all the legwork...or footwork if you will.”
“What are you talking about now?”
Natasha waited a few seconds.
“Remember I told you that before I found Scott, I had another potential candidate who was working out reasonably well. In some ways even better than reasonably well. For a couple of months I had him coming over regularly, although I never had him move in. He just wasn’t my type, but I have to admit he always tried awfully hard. But when Scott came along, well there was no doubt that Scott was the one, and I’ve only used the other one a couple of times since, when Scott has to be away on business for a day or so. I can’t have my needs uncared for for any length of time, now can I?”
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“So what does your insatiable need for warm bodies have to do with me?”
Natasha smiled at the playful cut. Oh, she had really missed Meri.
“When you agreed to come to dinner the other night, I gave Jeremy, that’s his name, a call and told him to be readily available tonight in case he was needed.”
“For what? Scott’s here. Are you going to show me a menage-a-trois now?”
“No, no, no. For you Meri. For you to meet him. Have him attend to you tonight. Get a flavor of what it’s like . I really think you’ll enjoy it. What have you got to lose? And if you do like it, I can tell you that Jeremy is going to be more that available. What do you say?”
Meryn had been so flustered by the evening’s events that she had been unconsciously sipping constantly at her wine and had now downed almost three glasses, and was clearly feeling the effects. She knew in her heart that this scenario which Natasha was immersed in, was not for her. God, it was so weird. But the wine certainly lowered some of her inhibitions, and she didn’t want to seem like some kind of prude, so she didn’t immediately refuse, like she probably would have done if she had been thinking more clearly and drinking less.
“Gee Tash, I really don’t know.”
“Of course you don’t. Not yet. That’s why you have to try it. Here tonight in a safe, controlled environment. Look, I’ve always been a take charge person, and now even more so. I’m making a command decision . I’m calling him right now.”
With that she picked up a cell phone that was on the corner table, pressed one button, clearly a speed dial, and in a couple of seconds was speaking into it. “Jeremy, I have need for your services tonight. Be here in five minutes.” And with that she hung up.
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