MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 12
Lisa's Submission
There I was in my own bedroom in the house where I grew up. Andy, my kitten of
six months, was naked and kneeling at my feet. Since she had been programmed by
Uncle Bert to be my kitten (as he called his female slaves), this was no
surprise. Lisa, the bitch I had dated who was unprogrammed, was naked, kneeling
beside Andy. Lisa was begging me to spank her. What was going on? My cock was a
rock. He thought he knew exactly what was happening.
As I thought about it, I realized Lisa always had this submissive streak. I
never realized it before. But, the training we had a Mistress Diana's allowed
Andy to see it right away. Or, maybe it was the programming. I wandered off in
thought about the programming as the two naked women waited patiently.
"I don't spank just anybody, Lisa. They must be someone very special to me."
"I want to be special to you, Davy . . . I mean, master. I have always wanted
to be special to you."
"Will you be my slave?" "Yes, master." "My slut?" "Yes, master. Please." "Is
your pussy wet?"
Lisa turned beet red but did not look away, holding my gaze shamelessly.
"Flooding, master, like it never has before."
I grabbed Lisa's hair, pulling it back to raise her face. She gasped and her
mouth opened as I leaned to kiss her. It was a long, demanding kiss.
"You are special to me, Lisa. I am happy you want to belong to me. But, you will
have to earn your spanking."
This whole scenario had been very confusing to Lisa. Driven by her own deep need
to be dominated and exacerbated by the strongest sexual desire she had ever
experienced, her mind was reeling that she would have to beg to be punished.
Now, she had been told she would have to earn it.
"What do you wish of me?" she asked, too far gone to stop now . . . or, ever.
"Suck my cock, slave!"
Lisa and I had dated for three years. She had a few times taken my cock in her
mouth, all the time fighting my urging for her to suck it. Now, she started
blinking as the two parts of her mind . . . natural and sexual versus
environmental and non-sexual . . . fought for dominance in her.
"Yes, master," she said, opening her mouth.
"Wait." I sat down, then, instructed Andy to teach Lisa how to suck cock. Andy
was a good cock sucker. No, Andy was a great cock sucker. I found out she was a
good teacher, also. Since I can hold back forever, I did, enjoying the two
beautiful women at my feet and their strenuous efforts at pleasing me.
How can I describe this? Picture a wet dream, centerfold-type blonde, naked, on
her knees, sweetly and competently explaining to a beautiful brunette with a
lean and athletic type body, who is also naked and on her knees, the best way to
suck your cock. You are leaning back on the bed, propped up on your arms,
smiling down at them as they nestle between your legs. Got that picture! Go
with it!
Lisa was exhausted. She had valiantly sucked and slurped until her jaw hurt.
Andy gave me a glance confirming my evaluation of Lisa.
"Slut Lisa, I am going to cum in your mouth."
She nodded, since my cock in her mouth kept her from speaking. I instructed my
programmed cock to shoot a little. I saw Lisa gag but swallow.
"Good, baby," Andy whispered in her ear. Again, a little and she swallowed
without gagging this time.
"Now, me, please, master," Andy said.
"No. I want it all," Lisa said, surprising both of us. She got her wish, as I
let myself empty my balls. Cum oozed around my cock onto her lips and chin.
Andy licked her clean.
"Very good, slut, for your first time."
"Thank you, master," she replied. I was amazed how 'master' just seemed to flow
from her.
"You have earned your spanking. Lay across my lap." Eagerly, Lisa crawled
across my lap. Andy sat in front of Lisa, holding Lisa's wrists in her hands.
"I know you are going to love this," she said with a grin.
It was a spanking meant to create sexual need and the desire to have more
spankings. The swats were clean, crisp, but not that hard. I spaced them,
rubbing her ass, letting my hand caress her pussy between each blow. I could
feel her juices run down on my leg. Still, after ten, her ass was red and hot to
the touch. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Do you want to be fucked now, Lisa, my slut?"
"Yes. Please fuck me!"
I had believed Lisa did not orgasm easily. In fact, sometimes I knew she faked
it. This time, she was a hot, sweating, whimpering, squirming slut as I pounded
her poor pussy unmercifully. She had at least four orgasms as she begged me to
fuck her harder. I had her arms pinned above her head at the end, my legs
trapping hers up and out as I rammed into her. She shrieked and arched, cumming
one last time before she passed out.
With Lisa out cold on the bed, I pulled Andy to me. We gently made love before
going to sleep.
We were all sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, which my father made each
morning from freshly ground 100% Columbian beans. Mom had been cooking waffles
and we were eating away. If Mom and Dad were surprised to find Lisa had spent
the night with us, they did not show it.
I wondered if Uncle Bert had programmed them to be totally accepting of anything
sexual I did. It was obvious we had sex. Both the girls looked well fucked. For
the first time in my life, I thought a saw a sexual expression on my father's
face. He looked envious of me and desirous of them.
"Andy and I are going back to Colorado today," I said.
"Oh, why, honey? We do not get to see enough of you," Mom replied.
Lisa's eyes were boring into me.
"We need to get back to Mary and get ready for Christmas. There is so much to
do. You know Uncle Bert left me some instructions about projects he was working
on he wanted me to complete."
"Your father and I are both excellent scientists and I am a biochemist, if you
need any help," Mom said as she shoveled another waffle on my plate.
"Who is Mary?" Lisa whispered to Andy.
"My mother. She was Bert's mistress. Now, she belongs to Davy."
"Oh," Lisa said, trying to digest this new information.
"How many of you are there, Andy?"
"Just mom and me. Want to make it three?" I could see Lisa thinking.
"In fact, Bert and I often talked about chemistry. We would take two or three
days together to have long brain sessions. I know I learned a lot at those
times and always came back refreshed," Mom said, giving Dad another waffle.
"Brain sessions," I thought. "You mean fucking sessions."
I now knew how Uncle Bert got Mom away when he wanted to fuck her. Uncle Bert
was sharp. We chattered with small talk until time for Andy and me to get
packed. Lisa tagged along.
"Please, Davy, master. Are you going to invite me to come with you?" Lisa's
eyes were wide. She was afraid of losing the two people who finally gave her
full and complete orgasms, releasing her sexuality. Earlier, Andy had laid out
her plan and I had agreed. It was obvious Lisa had strong bisexual tendencies
even if Andy's were programmed. And, Lisa was so submissive she ached.
"Lisa, do you want to come live with us?" Andy said, her claw gently teasing
Lisa's breast. Poor Lisa nodded eagerly and pathetically. "Here is the deal.
You will belong to me. I will be your mistress. You will be my pet. Understand,
I have a master, too. So, you will also belong to him as well as to me. You
will have no rights. You will be given to anyone we wish for sex or any other
service. We expect complete obedience. Do you wish to be our bitch? Our pet? Our
slave? A complete and total slut for us?"
Lisa eagerly agreed.
As we were ready to leave, a thought shot through my head.
The man I called father, whose name was Charles and was my mother's husband, was
not my father but the brother of my natural father, whose name was Bert and I
called Uncle Bert. Uncle Bert said my mother was hot in bed but I had never
seen her look vaguely hot. Uncle Bert had also fucked my three sisters, who
were really only my half- sisters, since Charles was really their father and
Bert was really their Uncle. Anyway, I called Charles Dad since he was the guy
who raised me (except for summers when I lived with Bert) but Charles took me to
the doctor and attended school plays and came to my sporting events, like a real
dad is suppose to do.
This could get confusing. The thought was: was Dad getting enough? I had seen
how he had looked at me with two hot, freshly fucked women at my side. I asked
to speak to my mother alone.
"Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?" I asked. I saw her eyes glaze over as
she started the trance. "It depends on the chef?" she replied. For just an
instant, I wondered what it would like to fuck my mother. But, that is not what
I had in mind. Not now, anyway.
"What does your pussy prefer?"
"It prefers following your commands." I waited. She was only the second woman,
Mistress Diana being the other, I had put in a trance. I was not sure how she
would react. Diana had kneeled before me. Mom just stood there quietly.
"How often do you and Charles have sex?"
"Bert programmed me to only let Charles have sex twice a month. Bert was mad at
him."
I was shocked. It was the first time I knew of Uncle Bert had been cruel, and
to his own brother.
"Why was Bert mad at Charles?"
"Charles thought Bert was not nice enough to Cathy. They argued about it." Nice
enough? If Dad only knew Uncle Bert loved fucking Cathy and Cathy was one of
his favorites, he would not have been so concerned. Or, maybe, he would have
been more concerned.
"Mom, this is a command. You are to give Charles all the sex he wants anytime
he wants. You will be very sexy with him. Do you have any women friends
Charles would like and that you could help him seduce?"
"Yes. Several."
"Good. You will help Charles identify and seduce women. You will be very loving
and supportive of all his affairs. You will join them in threesomes if Charles
wants you to. Your goal is to make him the best fucked man in LA. Understand?"
"Yes. I understand."
"Alice." I called her real name, ending the trance.
"What did you want, dear?" she asked, sounding like a Mom again.
"Nothing. It is time for me to go."
I gave her a big hug. When I got outside, I gave Dad a big hug, which surprised
him a little.
"Merry Christmas, Dad."
"Merry Christmas, son," he said, shaking my hand. If he only knew the present I
gave him.
I gave the keys to the Jaguar to Dad. A stud like he was going to be would need
a hot car. The limo took the three of us to LAX for the flight to Denver. As
instructed, Lisa was wearing a dog collar with a tag saying she belonged to
Andy. Andy, being Andy, was not a strong mistress and the two girls were
becoming friends as they chatted on the plane. We picked up the Bronco at the
airport.
Before we headed into the mountains, I had one stop to make: a tattoo parlor.
Lisa was on her back. Andy was holding her arms down, looking into her face and
blocking her view of what was happening. Lisa's dress and panties had been
removed. She was not wearing a bra on Andy's orders, so she was naked. Her legs
were together and I was holding them down.
"Please, mistress, tell me again what is happening?" Lisa asked.
"We are having a ring put through the hood of your clit to let you cum more
easily, little pet," Andy replied, sounding like she was talking to a retarded
person. Andy leaned over Lisa to kiss her long and sweet.
The tattoo guy eyed me.
"They belong to you," he asked enviously.
"The blonde belongs to me. The brunette belongs to the blonde."
He shook his head. "No need to ask if you are going to have a Merry Christmas,"
he said as he punctured Lisa's clit hood. I think it worked. Lisa orgasmed on
the way to the house just from the Bronco bouncing along.
Christmas would be here in two weeks.
To be continued . . .
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