I did a quick walk through in the kitchen and saw that the popcorn was on top of the stove ready to be heated, and that there was plenty of grape Kool-Aid in the refrigerator for the Little Princess to drink. That was my nickname for Lady Jennifer's two-year old daughter, Vanessa. Jennifer was the Princess, and Vanessa was the Little Princess. Both of them were pure royalty in my eyes, and I always tried to treat them as such. Anyway, the Little Princess wouldn't drink anything but grape Kool-Aid when eating popcorn.
It was a "kid" thing.
Try to sneak something past her like cherry Kool-Aid, or apple juice, or even Dr. Pepper, and Vanessa would stand in the middle of the kitchen, or living room, pointing an accusing finger at you, shouting a barrage of words that couldn't be deciphered, much less understood, except by another two-year old. It was an amazing sight to behold. When the Little Princess did that, she looked just like her mom. My heart would fill up with so much love that I'd think it was going to burst, and I'd have to pick her up in my arms and give her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, telling the little vixen that I'd get her whatever she desired.
The strange thing is that I never had any problem understanding what Lady Jennifer wanted. She was always precise in her choice of words. In fact, the only real difference between the mother and daughter when they shouted at me (which wasn't very often) is that when Jennifer got in my face, I was smart enough to never argue with her and to say nothing but "Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am." To do otherwise was to risk her wrath, which could be considerable, depending upon her mood. Once, she'd paddled my bottom for fifteen straight minutes without stopping, blistering me so bad that I couldn't sit down for several days. My only crime had been to wash her lingerie with the regular clothes. Needless to say, I never repeated that particular offense again!
Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, I saw that the DVDs of Shrek 2 and The Shark Tale were lying on top of the television and that there was a large stack of picture books about Barney, The Cat in the Hat, and Curious George lying on the floor next to the couch and coffee table. I expected Vanessa to be asleep by the time The Shark Tale finished. If not, I'd have to read children's stories to her till she eventually dosed off. Whenever her mother went out on a date, she'd always try to stay up till Jennifer got home, but usually to no avail.
I didn't see the Little Princess anywhere around.
I suspected that she was in her mother's bedroom, helping Lady Jennifer to get dressed for the big date tonight.
The new man in Jennifer's life was named Carl. He worked as the same hotel as she did and had been after her for almost two years, wanting her to go out with him, not caring if she had a husband or not. During most of that time, Jennifer had been married and had used that excuse for saying no to him. Now, she was single with a roommate, renting a three-bedroom house on the west side of town, and Carl had become even more persistent in his efforts. What had finally changed her mind about dating him was the huge bulge in the front of his jeans that she'd seen when he came into work on his day off. Carl helped to book the entertainment that appeared at their hotel, and he kept abnormal hours with his days off occasionally changing from week to week. The bulge in the front of his designer jeans, however, had done what no amount of bullshit had been able to accomplish. It had gotten her attention in a big way, making her curious as to what it would feel like to have something that huge inside of her body. Carl had caught her looking at the bulge and knew in an instant that he was about to score. They'd immediately scheduled a date for Friday night.
Though Lady Jennifer had told her family and friends that I was simply a roommate, helping to share the rent and household expenses so that she could make it on her own, I was really her slave.
I'd been after Jennifer longer than Carl.
I had known her for over six years. She used to work at the Strip hotel where I was still employed. I remember her mid-day walks through the casino in her tight, sexy, business outfits and high-heeled shoes, looking like Sandra Bullock in the way she moved and with her long reddish-brown hair flowing around her shoulders, driving all of the male employees crazy with lust. I don't know how many of the workers wanted to have sex with her. I suspected a lot. I know that I did in the worse possible way. Over time Jennifer and I became acquainted with each other, and she began to tease me unmercifully, knowing how much I wanted her. I used to tell her that she was a dominant bitch and that all she needed to complete the picture was a black leather skirt, boots, and a riding crop. The Princess would throw it right back at me, saying that she already had the skirt and boots, and when was I going to buy her the riding crop. Sometimes I'd even ask her outright if she had on pantyhose that day, or regular nylons with garters. She always told me to use my imagination, smiling at me in the most seductive way.
Unfortunately, Jennifer left the hotel before I could buy her a riding crop, and then I didn't hear from her again for over three years.
A mutual friend of ours finally gave Jennifer my new e-mail address at the hotel (by that time I had a different job with e-mail privileges), and one morning when I came into work, there was a note from her waiting for me on my computer.
She wanted to know if I'd gotten her a riding crop yet?
We then began to communicate with each other on a regular basis. I learned that she was on the downside of a bad marriage with a two-year-old daughter, trying to decide whether to stay or to leave. Though she loved her husband (he'd been her high school sweetheart), the guy treated her and their child like they didn't exist. I don't think it was intentional on his part. What I believe is that the two females just needed more love and attention than the guy was able to give. He had his own needs and was more concerned with fulfilling those than in seeing to the wants and desires of his wife and daughter. When Jennifer wrote me one day, stating that if she ever got married again, she'd make sure it was the husband who was treated like shit and not her, I immediately wrote back to her, stating that she and I should get together. Though there was a nineteen-year difference in our ages, I knew exactly what she needed in a husband. I wrote her a long e-mail, explaining that I would be her slave, that I'd love her and Vanessa more than any other man could possibly dream of doing, that I'd wait on her hand and foot, that I'd give her everything I had, and that she'd be the boss of our marriage and would always have the freedom to date other men, if she wanted to. I only asked two things from her—never to lie to me and to always come home at night.
That got her attention, and she said that she'd think about it.
When the Princess finally left her husband, she asked me if I wanted to be her roommate and to fulfill all of my promises to her. We could try it for a year and see what happened. If we liked the results, then marriage was certainly an option that was open to us. The only things she could promise me was that she'd never lie and that she'd always return home at night, though she might occasionally bring a friend with her.
Jennifer rented a three-bedroom Ranch house on the west side of Las Vegas with an option to buy, and furnished it to her own particular needs and tastes. It was on a quarter acre of wedge-shaped land in a quiet cul-de-sac. The large back yard was enclosed by a high stucco wall and had a swimming pool with a cement patio adjacent to the kitchen. The front yard was smaller with what seemed to be a perfect square of lawn to mow and a two-car garage to the right. Inside the house, she claimed the master bedroom for her own. It had a huge bathroom with a sunken tub and there was a large walk-in closet to handle her countless pairs of shoes. I got the next largest bedroom so that I could put my desk and computer in there. My bathroom was the one across the hallway. Vanessa got the smallest bedroom and shared her mother's bathroom. Actually, I think the Little Princess used my bathroom more than her mother's because there were always toys on the floor of it and in the shower stall.
The second night after I'd moved in with them, Jennifer came into my room and sat down on the end of the bed. She instructed me to get down on the floor in front of her on my hands and knees and to keep my eyes lowered. I was not to raise my head without permission. She talked to me for nearly thirty minutes, going into detail on what would be expected of me as her personal slave.
First and foremost, I was to address her as Lady Jennifer. This would show her the respect that was so richly deserved. Second, I was to lose forty pounds of weight by exercising everyday and watching what I ate. She'd be weighing me on the scales every Saturday to see how I was doing as well as keeping an eye on the types of food I ate. She wanted me to focus on fruits and vegetables and to stay away from the junk food. Not to make a pun here, but Jennifer dangled a carrot in front of me as an enticement for losing the necessary weight. My Mistress said that she'd have intercourse with me when I got down to the proper weight for my age and height. She wanted her slave to be attractive and healthy. My bi-weekly paychecks were to be deposited directly into her checking account. I would, however, be given a weekly allowance of fifty dollars to cover my necessities, though I was smart enough to know that I'd need to stash away at least thirty dollars a week so that I'd have money to buy birthday and Christmas presents for the two ladies in my life.
Next, I was to be in charge of cleaning the house and washing and ironing the clothes and doing some of the cooking and mowing the lawn and washing her car and doing most of the grocery shopping, not to mention anything else that she could think of. Any sexual contact that I might be allowed to have with her would be entirely at her discretion; and, until I lost the desired weight, it would consist of nothing more than oral service on my part. I was there for her pleasure and not mine. I, on the other hand, was not allowed to have an orgasm. Masturbation without her explicit permission was forbidden (because that would be the most difficult command for me to keep, Jennifer would eventually have to place me in a male chastity device and keep the key to its lock on her gold anklet).
At times I would be permitted to bathe her and to massage her and to do pedicures on her toenails. Lady Jennifer told me that she would be dating other men on a regular basis and that as a slave, I'd have no say-so in whom she saw or had sex with. That would be her choice and her choice alone. She had no intention of ever being faithful to another man. She enjoyed having sexual intercourse too much and intended to have it as often as she could. Any displays of jealousy on my part would not be tolerated.
Jennifer, however, didn't mind if I got jealous.
What she didn't want was for me to act on my emotions, especially after encouraging her to take other lovers. She expected me to support her in this endeavor and to hopefully enjoy the lifestyle as much as she intended to. Disobedience to anything that was demanded of me would be punished swiftly and harshly. My Mistress was serious about this and wanted to make sure I understood what I was getting myself into. She had no problem with whipping me to change undesirable behavior. She intended to have me order a number of implements on the Internet (a riding crop, a well-made Spencer paddle, a bamboo cane, and a short whip) for punishing bad slaves, as well as a small amount of equipment for binding the slave during punishment sessions so that he couldn't escape. She warned me a second time that the whippings would be hard and very painful, and that I should always think twice before pissing her off. She would show no tolerance for my indiscretions. I was to remember at all times that I was her slave and that she own me and could do whatever she wanted with me. I had no rights and no freedom, and that I needed to be very careful with what came out of my mouth.
Those were the rules of the house, and I was expected to abide by them.
Period.
During the third week of our living arrangement, Lady Jennifer's ex-husband came over one night to see Vanessa, and I was put through my first test.
He and I were introduced to each other, and then we politely shook hands like true gentlemen.
I could immediately tell that he was relieved at seeing I was an over-weight, middle-aged guy in his fifties and not some young stud who would be a threat to his relationship with Jennifer. Leaving the three of them alone, I went into my room and wrote on the computer (my hobby is writing short stories, children's books, novels, screenplays, etc.) for a couple of hours. They had Domino's pizza delivered and watched television together. When the Little Princess finally fell asleep and was taken into her bedroom, I heard Jennifer and her ex-husband out in the living room, getting comfortable on the couch and then kissing each other like they were teenagers on their first date. It wasn't long before she took him into her bedroom and they had sex. In fact, they had sex for most of the night. Now that the two of them were divorced from each other and the stress of marriage was off of their shoulders, their sexual interaction was better than ever. I lay in my bed that night and listened to the sounds of them fucking, finding myself aroused and jealous at the same time. It must've been around four o'clock in the morning when Jennifer unexpectedly came into my room and sat down on the side of the bed for a minute or two. The Princess didn't have anything on.
She knew that I was awake.
Leaning over, she kissed me on the lips, and then asked if I was jealous over what she'd just done.
I told her that I was.
Jennifer then reached down and felt my erection and grinned at me. Even in the darkness, I could see that knowing smile on her lovely face. She told me that it was good that I was jealous and that it would give me more of an incentive to lose the excess weight.
I have to admit that she had a point.
During the next six months, our relationship gradually developed into a family. It didn't take Jennifer long to grow comfortable in the role of Mistress and to accept the love that I poured on her and Vanessa. She soon began to thrive on it. I could also say the same for the Little Princess. She felt the happiness that filled our home and began to see me as her second father. I gave Vanessa the much needed attention that she craved, listening to her, playing with her, watching movies together, going for walks together, and reading to her at bed time. She was totally secure in the love that I had for her and her mother.
Though Jennifer continued to have sex with her ex-husband, it wasn't long before she started to date other men. Some of them were only one-night stands, but others lasted longer. She let the guys know right up front that she wasn't interested in love or marriage. That caused most of the relationships to remain sexual in nature, which was fine by her and me. The only catch here was that Lady Jennifer expected the men to be monogamous with her, while she was free to have multiple partners.
She never lied to them.
They could either take it or leave it. Men were a dime a dozen to a woman like her. She could have her pick of bedroom partners.
From my point of view, one of the good things about this was that she found people who enjoyed doing a lot of the same things that she did. Jennifer loved going to rock concerts and traveling at the spur of the moment.
I didn't.
This insured that the Princess always had me as a babysitter for Vanessa and didn't have to trouble her mother too often. As it was, Jennifer's mother kept Vanessa during the weekdays so that the both of us could work. I didn't mind babysitting with Vanessa. It wasn't long before I began to view her as my own daughter. When the three of us would go shopping at the mall, Jennifer would usually go into Victoria's Secret to buy something sexy to wear, while the Little Princess and I went into B. Dalton's to buy some new children's books. I don't know which of them was the happiest with their purchases.
I should point out that not everything was picture perfect.
Lady Jennifer had her moods and expected me to be able to read them. I once made the mistake of saying to her that if I could read minds, I'd be playing professional poker for a living and making a million dollars a year. That comment earned me a whipping with the bamboo cane. Jennifer made me take off my clothes and lie face down at the end of my bed. She bound my wrists and ankles together with leather cuffs and stuck a ball-gag into my mouth. She then began to methodically whip my bottom and the back of my thighs with sharp fast strokes of the cane, causing me to groan loudly from the burning pain. Even with the ball gag in my mouth, Vanessa heard my moans and came pounding on the bedroom door, wanting to know in her two-year-old language why I was crying. Her mother opened the door and explained that I'd been bad and was being spanked. The child understood what Jennifer was saying because a few minutes later I could hear her running around the living room, shouting, "Wayne spanked! Wayne spanked!"
I can't say that thrilled me.
I could just picture Vanessa letting the cat out of the bag and telling her grandmother that mommy spanks Wayne whenever he's naughty. I knew that would go over like a lead balloon. Anyway, from that point on, whenever I said "no" to something Vanessa wanted to do, she'd say to me, "Mom spank you." I'd get the message loud and clear, and then automatically roll my eyes in resignation and give in to whatever she wanted. In her own way, the child was already learning how to dominate the male species to get exactly what she desired from them. The Little Princess was definitely going to be a pistol when she reached her teens. As for the whipping that the Mistress of the house gave me that night, it taught me something that scared the living daylights out of me. Most women have a certain amount of abhorrence to inflicting physical pain on another human being. Now, I'm not talking about emotional pain. When it comes to emotional pain, no one does it better than a female.
Physical pain, however, is something different.
The majority of ladies in a relationship based on Female Domination have to be coerced into whipping their husbands or boyfriends.
Not Jennifer.
There was a bit of the sadist in her personality when it came to men, and she had no trouble giving me a hard thrashing when I deserved it. The problem was in getting her to ease up, or even to stop once she got started.
This lady enjoyed whipping me.
I could see it in her flushed face and in the gleam of excitement in her eyes. She became aroused by this act of power over another human being and it scared me. There was no telling what she was capable of doing when in a state of sexual excitement and this taught me one very important fact--to never provoke her under any circumstances.
Probably the worse beating I got from Lady Jennifer during the first six months of our arrangement was on a weekend when she and her daughter were supposed to be visiting her mother. Jennifer had forgotten to take something with her that day and had come back unexpectedly after dropping the Little Princess off. I was in my bedroom with the door closed, lying on the bed, fantasizing about my Mistress having sex with one of her new boyfriends. It was the first and only time that I'd consciously disobeyed her. Of course, if I'd known she was coming back in less than hour, I certainly wouldn't have dared to take a chance on masturbating. The only excuse I could offer was that it had been too long since my last orgasm, and that I was unable to wait another month, or week, or day. At the time I still had fifteen pounds to shed, and who knew how long that was going to take. Anyway, I was so wrapped up in my sexual fantasy that I never heard Jennifer enter the house.
I don't know what made her open my bedroom door and neither does she. I think women have a certain instinct when it comes to men being up to no good. Little alarm bells go off in their head. Something definitely made her check in on me that day, and I literally got caught with my pants down.
When the door suddenly opened, I shouted in surprise and jumped off of the bed, trying to hide my obvious erection.
Jennifer stood in the doorway, looking at me in shock. The only thing I could think to say was that I was sorry and that I couldn't help myself. The Princess immediately told me to get the paddle and the leather cuffs. I knew it was going to be a bad beating and begged her not to do it. I promised never to masturbate again.
My words fell on death ears.
When she had me bound sufficiently and gagged so that the neighbors wouldn't hear my screams for mercy, Jennifer began to paddle my bare bottom in earnest, hitting me hard and fast. Each strike of the wooden paddle took my breath away. I was crying after the first ten minutes. It didn't matter that the pain was too intense. There was no stopping my Mistress once she got started. She paddled my bottom for nearly an hour, stopping only once to get a Diet Coke out of the refrigerator.
After the punishment came to an end, Lady Jennifer took me in her arms and told me not to cry...that it was over. She undid the leather cuffs and removed the ball gag from my mouth. She then made me get down on the floor to kiss her feet and to beg for her forgiveness. I had to kiss the hand she'd used to paddle me with and to thank her for taking the time to correct me of my wicked, wicked ways. She told me to spend the next couple of hours searching the Internet for male chastity devices and to mark the websites. My Mistress intended to check them out when she returned home later in the afternoon, and then to decide which one to order.
Unfortunately for me, the company that makes the CB-2000 and CB-3000 chastity devices for men is housed in Henderson, Nevada (on the other side of the valley) and has a store open seven days a week. We drove over there the next day and spent a $175.00 getting the right device—one that would hurt like hell trying to get off without the key to unlock it. You should have seen the smile of satisfaction on Jennifer's face when she locked the device over my penis later that night. It was clearly the sadist coming out in her. She now controlled my cock in a way that most women never think of. I couldn't be unfaithful, nor could I masturbate. It would be her decision from now on as to when I had an orgasm. My Mistress had me by the balls and loved it.
What I didn't find out until a few months later was that Jennifer (though pissed off when catching me in the act) thought the whole incident was hilarious and even told a number of her female friends about it. I heard her talking on the telephone one day to a girlfriend and laughing about the whole experience. For her, it had been the perfect excuse to put me in a permanent chastity device without having to explain her reasoning and to control my orgasms with an iron fist. I was just beginning to realize that this kind of power was like an aphrodisiac to her. It could be said that I was bringing out the best in this lady. I know that whenever her mother came over to visit, I was always referred to as the "houseboy" because I was usually on my hands and knees scrubbing the tile floor in the kitchen, or out in the laundry room washing the family's clothes. Even Jennifer's mother could see the amazing power that she held over me.
So far, the relationship between the three of us had worked out just fine. Everyone was happy, especially Jennifer and her daughter. That, of course, was the most important thing.
I hoped Carl wouldn't change that.
I'd seen a gleam of mischievousness in Lady Jennifer's eyes when she'd told me about Carl and the giant bulge in his jeans. I could tell that she wanted to have sex with him and it worried me. Unlike men, women usually equated great sex with love and after a few earth-shattering orgasms, wanted to spend the rest of their lives with the guy who helped to create them. Once Jennifer had a good taste of Carl and what was in his jeans, it was no telling what would happen.
The future would be up for grabs.
Stepping into Jennifer's master bedroom, I saw her sitting on the end of her king-size bed wearing sheer black pantyhose and a sexy black-laced bra, putting on a pair of black leather stiletto-heeled shoes. Vanessa was lying behind her in the middle of the bed, playing with the teddy bear that I'd bought for her. The bear's name was Charlie, and so far I'd written two children's stories about the Little Princess and Charlie the Teddy Bear. I'd hired an artist to illustrate both stories and a local printer to publish them in large-size, quality hard covers so that I could give them to Vanessa as Christmas gifts. They would soon fit nicely in the stack of books beside the couch.
Lady Jennifer looked over at me and smiled brightly.
"Did you do your three miles on the rowing machine this morning?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"You know I'll check, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," I said, walking over to her and getting down on my knees so that I could kiss her feet.
"Be sure to kiss both of them."
"I intend to."
I bend over and softly kissed the feet of my Mistress, acknowledging that I was her personal slave and that I loved and worshipped her.
"How much weight do you still have to lose?" she asked.
"Two or three pounds."
"Maybe I should reward you tonight after Carl leaves," she said, standing up and smiling suggestively down at me. She moved close to me and pressed her stomach to my face.
Smelling the scent of perfume on her body, I hugged her and then said, "I love you."
"I know."
"From what you've said about Carl, I don't think I'd be able to measure up to his him."
"You're right," she said, heading over to her walk-in closet. "I hadn't thought about that. I guess it would be kind of embarrassing for you, wouldn't it?"
"You sure know how to boost a man's ego."
Jennifer laughed as she entered the closet in search of something special to wear for tonight's date. A few minutes passed, then she came out wearing a black leather skirt that stopped about four inches above the knees. My Mistress was holding a black leather belt with a gold buckle in her left hand as she slipped her right arm into the long sleeve of a dark-gray silk blouse. When the blouse was finally on and buttoned down the front, she tucked the bottom half of it inside the waist of her skirt, and then zipped up the back. I loved the way the skirt hugged her hips and bottom. It was like a second skin on her, and it was sexy as hell. I watched as she placed the belt around her slim waist and fastened the gold buckle to it. On the front of the buckle were the letters L and J, standing for Lady Jennifer.
I got up and sat down on the bed. As Vanessa began to hit me in the back with the small teddy bear to get my attention, Jennifer walked over to me and turned around so that I could get the full affect of her attire.
"You look beautiful," I said.
"Thank you," she said, happy with the compliment. "Do you think Carl will like it?"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Lady Jennifer laughed again, pleased that I was jealous of her new boyfriend. Turning around, she went over to the dresser bureau and began to comb her long hair. Vanessa got off the bed and ran over to the dresser bureau with the bear in her left hand. She motioned for her mother to pick her up. Jennifer did, sitting the Little Princess on top of the bureau.
"Maybe I'll just have you service me after Carl leaves," Jennifer said. "Would you like that?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She put down the hairbrush and picked up a tube of red lipstick. As she applied the lipstick to her full lips, Vanessa pointed to her own lips and gestured that she wanted her mother to put some of it on her. Jennifer bend down and put a little bit of the lipstick on her daughter's mouth, and then kissed her on the cheek.
Standing up, I walked over and picked up Vanessa in my arms and carried her into the living room as Lady Jennifer grabbed her black purse, turned off the lights, and followed us out of the bedroom.
"Ready to cook some popcorn and watch a movie?" I said to Vanessa.
"Shrek," she said.
"That's right."
We went into the kitchen, and I sat the Little Princess down on the counter next to the sink. I got a small plastic glass out the cabinet and put some ice into it. I then filled it halfway with some grape Kool-Aid and handed it to her. Vanessa sat Charlie down in the sink and took hold of the glass with both hands and began to drink greedily from it. You'd think that the child hadn't had anything to drink all day.
I turned on the right front burner on the stove and placed the aluminum container of Jippy Pop popcorn on top of it. While I was waiting for the container to heat up, Jennifer walked into the kitchen.
"Carl's late," she said.
I looked at the clock on the stove and saw that it was ten after eight. "Well," I said, "if he doesn't show up, you can always stay home and eat some popcorn and watch Shrek 2 with us."
"That would ruin your fantasy," she said. "You want Carl to show up as much as I do."
"I doubt that."
"Oh, I can read you like a book."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, buddy," she said, laughing. "You want to lay on your bed and listen to me moan out loud in the throes of passion as Carl gives me something very, very special tonight."
"Jesus," I said.
"Does that about cover it?"
"Uh—"
"Don't worry," she said. "Your fantasy will be fulfilled tonight, and so will mine."
"I'm getting hot just thinking about it."
"So am I," she said.
"You want some more Kool-Aid?" I asked Vanessa. "Or do you want to wait until the popcorn is cooked?"
"Wait," she said, handing me back the plastic glass.
I took the glass and sat it down in the sink next to Charlie. I grabbed the hand towel from off the draining rack and used it to take hold of the handle on the popcorn container. It was heating up. I could hear the kernels inside of it beginning to pop. I started shaking the container back and forth.
Jennifer was tickling her daughter and making strange farting sounds on her neck when the doorbell suddenly rang.
"He's here," I said.
Giving Vanessa a kiss on the cheek and me a very wet kiss on the lips, Lady Jennifer went to answer the front door. The aluminum foil that covered the top of the container had mushroomed up into a big metal balloon filled with hot popcorn. I turned the front burner off and moved the container to the back burner so that it could cool down before I opened it. I put a couple of more ice cubes into Vanessa's glass, and then poured her some more Kool-Aid.
"I want you to meet Carl," Jennifer's voice said behind me.
I turned around and saw a tall guy with blond hair who was in his mid-thirties, wearing tight designer jeans, cowboy boots, a long-sleeved white shirt, and a sports jacket. He had kind of a rugged out-doors look as if he went camping a lot. I tried not to look, but couldn't help myself. Damn, if he didn't have a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. I looked up at Jennifer and she winked at me.
"This is my daughter, Vanessa," she said to him.
"Hi, Vanessa," Carl said.
Vanessa gave him her little hand wave as she attempted to hold the plastic glass in the other.
"And this is Wayne, my roommate," Jennifer said.
"Hi," I said to Carl, holding out my right hand.
We shook hands like long-lost brothers.
I couldn't help but wonder how Jennifer was going to be able to handle something that BIG! She didn't seem worried about it. If anything, she was filled with avid anticipation, counting the minutes until she could finally spread her legs and accept his giant organ into her body. I bet she'd have an orgasm the moment he entered her.
"Well," my Mistress said, "we need to get going."
"Nice to meet you," Carl said.
"Same here," I said, thinking if only you knew.
I grabbed Vanessa and sat her down on the floor. Together, we followed the couple to the front door. Jennifer gave her daughter another hug and then walked out into the night. I locked the door behind them.
"Let's start the movie," I said to the Little Princess.
I got the DVD of Shrek 2 out of its plastic container and placed it in the tray of the player. I turned on the television, adjusted the volume, and hit the "play" button on the remote so that the tray would close. I sat Vanessa down on the couch and told her not spill any Kool-Aid.
She wiggled her nose at me like Nicole Kidman in Bewitched.
I returned to the kitchen and poured the popcorn into a large plastic bowel, topped it off with some salt, and took it into the living room. I sat the bowel on the couch beside my little companion so that she could reach into it and get something to eat. I took the remote and pushed the "play" icon on the TV screen to start the movie. I then went back into the kitchen and got Charlie and a cold Dr. Pepper, and hurried back into the living room to sit down on the couch.
The movie was already in progress!
We watched that and then part of The Shark Tale. By then it was after ten o'clock and Vanessa was fast asleep on the couch with Charlie resting comfortably in her lap. I picked the Little Princess up, along with her teddy bear, and carried both of them into her bedroom. I tucked them under the covers, turned off the lamp on the nightstand, and went back out into the living room, leaving the bedroom door halfway open and the nightlight on.
I quickly cleaned up the mess in the living room, not that there was much to do, and took the bowel and glass into the kitchen to wash. When that was done, I put the DVDs away and watched the last third of a movie on HBO about life after death, called What Dreams May Come. Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding, Jr. were in it, and the whole thing was designed to be a real tearjerker, especially at the end. Though I'd already seen the movie a dozen times over the last five years, I still wiped a couple of tears from my eyes before turning off the television. I switched off the lights in the living room, but left the foyer light on so that Jennifer and Carl wouldn't trip over each other when they returned.
I went into my room and lay down on top of the bedcovers, leaving the door partly open and the lights off, and waited anxiously for them to return, only to finally doze off as the hours passed slowly by. The hard shaking of my shoulder gradually awoke me from a deep and very troubled sleep.
I'd been dreaming.
Or maybe it was a nightmare that I was having.
In the dream, it was the beginning of summer, and I was standing near a lovely meadow that was surrounded by snow-capped mountains in the far distance. I felt lost and alone. I looked around, but couldn't see anything that seemed familiar to me. I didn't know what to do. For some strange reason it seemed as if an important part of me was missing. Then, I suddenly saw Jennifer standing on a hill not far from where I was. She was wearing a white spring dress with what appeared to be red roses on it. There were sandals on her feet and a white cotton shawl around her shoulders. I yelled her name, and she slowly turned around and looked down at me. I waved. She smiled for a moment, and then turned back around and walked away, disappearing over the crest of the hill. I shouted her name again. It didn't do any good. I started running faster than I'd ever run before, not wanting to lose the woman I loved. The faster I ran, however, the further away she appeared. The last thing I remember was saying the word no over and over again as tears flooded my eyes, and I realized that I'd just lost my heart and soul and the inner essence of who I was as a human being.
"Are you okay?" Jennifer asked as she shook my shoulder. "What's wrong, honey? I could hear you crying when I entered the house a minute ago. Are you okay? You couldn't seem to catch your breath, and you kept yelling the word no over and over again. Did you miss me that much?"
"You have no idea," I said, opening my eyes. I wiped the tears from them and tried to readjust to the reality I was now faced with. "I feel drained."
"Talk to me."
"What time is it?"
"Quarter to four," she said. "What happened?"
"It's nothing. Just a dream."
"A sad dream?"
"Yes."
"Why was it so sad, baby?"
"I...uh...lost somebody in it."
"Who was it?"
"Just somebody."
"Tell me."
"Maybe later."
"I'm starting to get the strange feeling that you have a girlfriend on the side," my Mistress said. "Are you cheating on me behind my back?"
"No way."
"It sure seems like it to me."
"I love you, Jennifer, and nobody else. You must know that by now. I've never loved anybody half as much as I love you."
"Then the dream had to be about me, didn't it?"
"I...uh...don't remember."
"I think you just don't want to tell me."
"Where's Carl?"
"You're trying to change the subject, buddy."
"No, I'm not."
"Let's go to my room," she said. "I want to get out of these clothes."
"Okay."
We got up and walked down the dimly lit hallway to Jennifer's bedroom. She turned on the light, and then headed over to the walk-in closet. I closed the bedroom door, moved over to the bed, sat down on the end of it, and waited for her to get undressed as I attempted to come down from the emotional turmoil of the crazy dream.
"Do you want me to tell you what happened tonight?" she asked, entering the enclosure."
"Absolutely."
"Then tell me about the dream."
"Not fair."
"Who said anything about being fair?"
"It was just a dream," I repeated.
"So tell me about it."
Jennifer came sauntering out of the closet, wearing only her black pantyhose and high-heels. She literally took my breath away. I could feel a hundred thousand years of evolution taking hold of me as my face became flushed with sexual desire and my penis started expanding in size with anticipation. My Mistress had deliberately not put the CB-2000 on me tonight. I was finally to be rewarded for the weight I'd lost during the past six months. It was hard not to stare at her with open lust as she approached me with her hips swaying seductively from side to side. My mouth went dry, and I found it difficult to swallow.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Get down on your knees."
"Yes, ma'am."
I eased off the bed and got down on the carpeted floor, kneeling before my Goddess like a humble servant. I watched as Lady Jennifer moved closer to me, a smile of delight playing upon her red lips at the dazzling affect she was having on me. It was almost over-powering. I felt the submissive side of my personality coming out in full force. I wanted to prostrate myself before this stunning creature with my head bowed, yearning only to please her in whatever capacity she desired.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."
"Compliments will get you everywhere tonight."
Lady Jennifer pressed the front of her body to my face, and then began to run the fingers of her right hand through my thick, black hair. Not being able to help myself, I placed my hands on the side of her legs and felt the sensuous texture of nylon against warm flesh. I could smell her intoxicating scent as well as the musk of recent sex. It was making me hard as a rock.
"I love you so much," I said.
She took a step back and looked down at me. The smile on her face widened in pleasure at the bulge in the front of my kaki shorts. "It's not as big as Carl's," she said in a teasing tone of voice, "but it's still nice to know that I'm appreciated." "Thanks a lot."
"Oh, I'm just getting started."
"I thought both of you were coming back here tonight."
"We were," she said, "but Carl got cold feet at the last second. He was afraid that Vanessa would pop in on us when least expected."
"Did you tell him that she sleeps like a log?"
Jennifer nodded her head and then said, "It didn't do any good." She pressed back up against me, rubbing her mons veneris against my lips and chin. "He'll be more comfortable the next time we get together."
"And when will that be?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Wow, the sex must've been great!"
"If I tell you how fabulous it was, you'll probably cry again."
"No, I won't.
"Yes, you will," she said.
"How do you know?"
"Because you're a man, and you're insecure."
"I'm not insecure."
"All men are insecure."
"Carl must've really rocked your boat," I said, attempting to change the subject to a more comfortable topic.
"He certainly did."
"So the bulge is real?"
"All eight-and-a-half inches of it."
"I am going to cry."
"It's okay, honey," she said. "I'm not going to leave you for him. He's too self-centered. The guy actually believes that he is God's gift to women because he has a nice car and a big dick."
"He is God's gift to women."
"I don't think so."
"You're going out with him again, aren't you?"
"So?"
"You just proved my point."
"I never said that I wasn't going to fuck him again," Jennifer said, grabbing a handful of my hair and bending my head back. She pointed the index finger of her other hand at my nose. "I am. Every chance I get, and you're just going to have to deal with it. His cock has changed my entire outlook on sex. I don't think I'll be getting a headache with Carl."
"You're so cruel."
"That's why you love me."
"I know."
"Kiss the inside of my thighs."
She released the hold on my head, and I bent down a little so that I could run my tongue up the inside of her legs. I turned my face slightly to the side and began to run the tip of my tongue softly over her thighs, gently kissing each of them, feeling how wet and slippery and sticky the nylon was, and then moving further upward to the white cotton crotch of her pantyhose and tasting the salty, pungent juices that soaked it.
"That feels so good," she said.
I let out a low moan of excitement as I continued to lick and kiss and tease my Mistress with the slow circular motions of my tongue, wanting her to get hot with sexual desire, needing her to yearn for the tip of my tongue on clitoris so that she could cum again and to thrash madly around on the bed with her slave's head buried between her legs.
"Do you like what you're tasting?" she asked.
"Yes," I muttered.
"Carl ejaculated three times inside of me."
I stopped what I was doing and stared up at her.
"His semen has been running out of me since I left his apartment. That's why my pantyhose is so sticky down there."
"Thanks for sharing that tidbit of information."
"You're going to have a lot of cleaning up to do in a few minutes."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh."
"I don't know if I can do that."
"You can, and you will."
"But—"
"Wayne, you know how much I enjoy it when you go down on me after I've have sex with other men," Jennifer said. "Not only do I have stronger orgasms when you do that, but it also demonstrates your unadulterated love for me and how willing you are to serve me completely as a slave. You claim to worship me. Well, tonight is your chance to prove it."
"Yes, Lady Jennifer."
"Are there going to be any other problems?"
"No, ma'am.
"I hope not for your sake."
"How was the sex with him?"
"First, tell me about your dream," she said, laughing again, but this time at the sad expression on my face, "and then I'll tell you about the sex."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I'm waiting."
"Let me get my thoughts together."
"You're stalling."
"No, I'm not."
"I'm getting tired of this," my Mistress said, turning around and walking over to the dresser bureau. She stopped about two feet away from it, and then leaned forward, grabbing the edge of the bureau to support her upper body. She looked back at me and said, "Crawl over here and pay homage to your Goddess."
I knew exactly what Jennifer wanted as I moved eagerly over to her on my hands and knees. She loved it when I kissed her gorgeous bottom in homage to her power as a female.
So did I.
It was one of those dominant/submissive things that I didn't mind doing. In other words, I needed no encouragement to kiss her ass. I could do it all day long and not get tired. It had such a strong affect on me that sometimes I could almost cum by satisfying her in this manner. Hell, if the truth were known, this is something I would've gladly paid her to let me do because I loved it so much.
Jennifer knew this, too.
After one marriage in which little attention was paid to her, she now thrived on having a man who got off on kissing and worshipping her heart-shaped ass. She knew how to use the power of her body to dominate me and to keep me coming back for more. I remember hearing her on the telephone one night, talking to a girlfriend. Jennifer told her how she used to think that a man who kissed his wife's ass was nothing but a wimp; but now, she wouldn't have it any other way. She wanted the man to know his rightful place in the scheme of things, which according to her was on his knees with his mouth pressed firmly to her bottom.
"I can't feel your hot lips," she said.
"Just give me a moment. You know how much I love to look at your buttocks, especially when you're wearing sexy pantyhose."
"You do you want to kiss it, don't you, Forest?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Then tell me about your dream."
"Ah, shit," I said.
"Tell me!"
"Okay, you win."
"Did you lose me?" she asked. "Is that why you were crying so hard when I came home?"
"Yes."
"Then I don't blame you for sobbing like a baby," my Mistress said, looking back at me. "Any man would cry his eyes out if he lost me. After all, I am a Goddess."
"Very funny."
"It made you smile."
"That wasn't a smile," I said.
"What was it?"
"It was a grimace."
"A grimace?"
"Yes," I said, "A grimace that was brought on by your meager attempt at humor."
"Maybe I should just smack you across the face?"
"That would probably work much better."
"Nah," she said. "You'd just cry."
"No, I wouldn't."
"Want to bet?"
"Whenever we bet," I said, "you always win."
"I know."
"I wonder why?"
"It's because I'm a woman, and I'm always right."
"My lips are sealed on that statement," I said, smiling up at her.
"See, I made you smile again, smarty pants."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Jennifer said. "Now, why don't you tell me about this mind-numbing dream that caused you to break down and cry like a little girl."
"I was crying like a woman, not a little girl."
"No, you were crying like Vanessa does when she can't find Charlie, or when we're out of grape Kool-Aid."
"Was not."
Lady Jennifer wiggled her bottom playfully at me, and then said, "I'm waiting to hear about the dream."
"Okay."
"Well?"
"After I put Vanessa to bed," I said, "I watched the last third of What Dreams May Come on television. It's one of my favorite movies. I've probably seen it at least a dozen times."
"I've seen it, too."
"Robin Williams is in it."
"I'm not too crazy about Robin Williams. He doesn't turn me on. Pierce Brosnan on the other hand would have been great in the lead role. I could see him coming to rescue me. I would've been standing outside that house in hell, waving a red flag at him."
"Please let me tell the story."
"So now you're in a hurry to tell me about the dream."
"Yes.
"Well, I promise not to interrupt again."
"Anyway," I said, "What Dreams May Come is a really great film about soul mates and life after death."
"I want to hear about the dream!"
"I'm getting to it, if you'd just be quiet for a second."
"Where's the paddle? I need to beat your ass tonight."
"In the dream I had, it was early summer, and you and I were standing in a large beautiful meadow on opposite sides. I called out your name. You turned and waved at me."
"Was Carl there?"
"No!"
"Too bad," Jennifer said. "He would have added some spice to the story."
"You're starting to drive me crazy."
"It's called payback."
"Do you want to hear the rest of the story?"
"Yes, darling. Please continue."
"After you waved at me in the dream, you turned away and walked over the crest of a hill, disappearing from my sight."
"You let me get away?" she asked.
"No, I ran after you as fast as I could. I kept calling your name. The faster I ran, however, the further away you seemed. I finally reached a point where I knew in my heart that I was losing you forever, and I started yelling no over and over again."
"That was some dream."
"I know."
"It kind of reminds me of a movie I saw."
"Don't say it."
"I think Robin Williams was in it."
"See, that's why I didn't want to tell you about my dream," I said. "I knew you'd make fun of me."
"You don't have to run anymore," she said, "because here I am."
"Yeah, but for how long?"
"You keep being a good slave, and it might be forever."
"Seriously?"
"I've put too much hard work into training you to risk someone else reaping the benefits. Besides, what woman in her right mind would give up a relationship like this? I can finally have my cake and eat it, too."
"Yes, you can."
"Let's go to bed," she said.
"I was wondering when you would say that."
"Kiss my pretty ass, slave, and then you can take off my shoes and pantyhose."
I quickly did all three things.
"Pick me up and carry me over to bed," she commanded.
I picked Jennifer up and carried her over to the bed, trying not to grunt from the effort.
"I can see it in your eyes," she said. "Whatever you're thinking, you'd better not say it, unless you want me to spend the rest of the night paddling your ass."
"No, ma'am."
I laid her down on top of the covers in the center of the bed, took off my clothes, and then stretched out alongside of her. We swiftly moved into each other's arms and kissed passionately. I could feel her right hand reach down and take hold of my penis, feverishly stroking it until I was standing at full attention and about to cum in her hand. Our lips couldn't get enough of each other. I longed to become one with the woman I loved, to melt into her, to enter the hot wetness of her body. She sensed how close I was to ejaculating and unexpectedly released her hold.
"No, not yet," she whispered to me. "You have to first perform your duties as a slave."
Lady Jennifer spread her legs apart and guided my head down between them, telling me that I was the only one who could please her so deliciously with my tongue. I could now feel both of her hands on my head, pushing my face into the wetness of her womanhood, urging me to lap at her sex like a personal pet and to taste what Carl had left behind. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up between the fleshy folds of her vagina, encountering the slippery substance that her new boyfriend had ejaculated into her so many times before allowing her to return to me. I was definitely impressed with his ability as a lover."
"Can you taste him?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Get used to it. I intend to have you cleaning up after him several times a week if I can arrange it."
"Your wish is my command."
"Keep working that tongue of yours, slave, and I don't mean by talking."
"Yes, ma'am."
She squeezed her thighs together to shut me up, and then grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked hard on it, letting me know that she was getting impatient and wanted me to continue servicing her with my tongue. I focused my attention on her clitoris, sensing a shift in her body and an eagerness of what was to come.
"That's it, baby," she moaned. The muscles in her thighs flexed and tightened as an orgasm began to build. "Eat me!"
I relentlessly teased the tiny bud of pleasure at the top of her vagina, moving the tip of my tongue around and around, sometimes adding direct pressure to the hard piece of flesh, while at other times, staying at the outer regions until she couldn't take it anymore and jerked wildly at my hair, silently demanding that I place my tongue back on her clit.
It took a few minutes, but when Lady Jennifer's first orgasm finally arrived, it was an explosion of immense proportions and her scream of pleasure could be heard throughout the house. I was afraid for a moment that it might wake up Vanessa, but that little girl could sleep through a wild herd of cattle running through her bedroom. The second orgasm for my Mistress came even more quickly, and I was worried that her thighs would actually break my jaw as they squeezed my face like a vise. Her hands moved to the back of my head and kept my face pressed tightly into the heat of her vortex. I couldn't breathe for a minute and wondered if I would die of suffocation. Jennifer finally eased up on the pressure and allowed me to pull back for a second so that I could take a deep breath.
"Don't think for a moment that you're finished," my Mistress said in a husky tone of voice as she attempted to catch her own breath. "Not by a long shot. You're just getting started. When the sun comes up, you're still going to be lapping at my body like a little puppy dog with a bowl of milk."
She was telling the truth, too.
The outside sun was just rising in the east when Jennifer finally pushed my head away from her body and told me to go to my own bedroom to sleep. My tongue and jaw ached in ways I couldn't believe. I didn't think I'd be able to talk normally for at least two days. I climbed off of the bed and watched her get under the covers. She then told me that I'd been an exceptionally good slave that night and that she loved me. By the time I walked out of the bedroom, I could hear her snoring softly in her sleep.
I went back to my room and eventually slept for a few hours. I was suddenly awaken at 9:00AM by the Little Princess shaking my shoulder, demanding that I get up and cook her some pancakes and watch cartoons with her. Actually, she was only saying two words over and over again—"cakes" and "toons."
What could I do, but obey the other Princess of the house.
"As you wish," I said, remembering Wesley's reply to Princess Buttercup's every command in the movie, The Princess Bride.
