MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 18 (MC Romance)
Lisa Leaves
It was three days to Christmas as Andy, Mary, Lisa and I drove in the Bronco
from Aspen. Thanks to the Colorado Highway Department, the roads were clear with
mounds of snow packed along side, but I kept the truck in four wheel drive. We
stopped at the ranch in Glenwood Springs, then in Vail to get Lisa's
possessions. We were taking her to the Denver airport.
Lisa was leaving us.
Mary and Lisa had been discussing it for three days now. Lisa finally explained
it all to me, punctuated it with tears and hiccups. She had never been away from
her family over Christmas. She wanted to go home. She missed them. The big
question was whether she wanted to come back. She had changed from a
near-virgin bitch to a slave in a fortnight. I knew she was reeling inside, not
knowing what was best for her. Was it best to stay in LA and finish college?
Or, to return to us?
As we drove and talked, Lisa absentmindedly fingered the leather collar around
her neck, the symbol of her situation. That collar had caused her
embarrassment, stern glances from passerbys, questions from those too selfish
not to intrude on her life or too aroused by the sexual thoughts of Lisa's
servitude to restrain themselves. But, it also had brought her pleasure, a
sense of sexual security and belonging, such as when a chain attached to it
coupled her to my bed at night. It was a constant reminder of those activities
which she loved.
Shortly after she came with us, I realized I had missed the so subtle signals
she had given when we were dating, signals saying she wanted to be taken this
way. Only when she saw Andy did her desires become visible to me.
I knew Mary and Andy would do anything I told them to do. More than that, they
eagerly sought ways to please me, thinking of what I needed before I told them.
No surprise. They were kittens and had been programmed that way. Lisa was
different. She was unprogrammed, giving herself voluntarily, submitting to the
control of another. Of three others really, since Mary, Andy and I all treated
her as our slave. Yet, she too, gave happily and eagerly, wanting to please.
So, how was her voluntary slavery different than Mary and Andy's programmed
state? I had tried to determine the difference. When Lisa first joined us, she
seemed to be more wary, untrusting, with a conscious knowledge of the depth of
her surrender. The kittens trusted totally. Envision three people standing on
the edge of a cliff. You yell "jump." Two grin and jump without hesitation. The
third looks at you wide eyed, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and
tentatively steps off. That was the basic difference.
But, by now, Lisa's level of trust had risen so even this difference was small.
I remembered the first time I bound her tightly. It was a simple binding. Lisa
was kneeling, her ankles crossed behind her and bound, her knees tied apart by
rope attached to the furniture. Her arms were drawn behind her, tied at wrists
and elbow to hold them straight and thrust out her breasts. Clover clamps
attached to the post in front of her were on each nipple. Her clit hood ring was
leashed to the post, also. She was blindfolded but not gagged. I wanted to
communicate with her.
It was Mary who talked me into binding Lisa that first time, telling me Lisa
wanted to be carried deeper into her submission, wanted to surrender this way to
me. When Lisa was bound, I instructed Andy to discipline her.
"No," she mouthed without speaking, shaking her head slightly. No surprise.
When we were being trained by Mistress Diana, Andy clearly was not a dominant.
Why, you ask, did Andy disobey an order? Is she not programmed?
I did not give her an order. If I had said, "Andy, I order you to . . . " or
"Andy, you will . . . " she would have obeyed. What I said was, "Andy, would you
like to . . . " giving her the opportunity to respond. I often addressed both
Andy and Mary that way. As I said, what man wants a Porsche without an engine.
And, what point in having an engine if you do not use it.
Mary wanted to assume Lisa's training, but this time I did it.
Lisa was moaning, enjoying the pain of the tension in her muscles and the pulls
on her nipples and hood when she tried to ease the tension. We talked, me
delving into her mind, she responding as a good little slave. I had learned more
about her and her needs in that short time that I had learned in the years we
dated. As important, I learned something about myself and power. Lisa happily
surrender to me and her pleasure.
"Sweetheart, I need to go to the bathroom," Andy said, bringing me back to the
present. We stopped in Vail at a hamburger joint for some burgers, drove by the
Vail house to get Lisa's things which were there and were on the road again.
"Well, Lisa are you coming back to us?" I asked as we drove through Eisenhower
Tunnel.
"Do you want me to?" Another difference between a slave and a kitten was
security. The kittens never questioned I was part of their lives. They were
very secure in me as their ever present master. Lisa was afraid, unsure. By
now, I knew that fear was not part of her thrill. She needed the security of
knowing she was mine. The insecurity she relished came from not knowing what I
would do to her.
"Yes, but, it will be different. I will be more harsh with you, more demanding,
if you return."
"I.... I don't know," she whispered, looking away. I saw Mary's expression, a
sad, knowing, caring look. "We want you back, Lisa," Mary said. Andy stroked
Lisa's face, pushing the coal-black hair back in a loving gesture. The three of
them whispered as I again drifted off in my own thoughts, only to come back to
the present in the traffic around the airport.
As I killed the engine in the parking lot, Mary unlocked Lisa's collar. "No.
Please, let me keep it," Lisa whispered, stroking her neck where the collar had
been, missing its feel. I knew what needed to be said.
"Look at me!" I snapped. Lisa stared, eyes wide and unblinking.
"Lisa, I want you to be a slave to us. All three of us want it. But, you need to
understand. It will be difficult, painful, humiliating agony. It will be total
and complete submission, without any compromise. I will make permanent changes
in you - breast implants, branding. (She gasped) There will be no quarter. It
will be readily obvious to everyone who sees you that you are a slave submitting
to a demanding master. Even your parents and friends in LA will know. If you
wish this, return here no later than January 1 to begin your new life. If not,
we all hope you will be happy doing whatever you will be doing."
The silence was deafening as tears rolled down Lisa's cheeks. "I understand,"
she said. Mary's eyes searched my face. She knew I was wrestling with my own
needs and wants as it pertained to each of them and all the others. I had
demanded Lisa give me full power over her. Power. Why did I want her to
surrender so completely? Was the devil dog biting my ass? Or, was it just good,
clean fun for all of us.
Mary was right. I analyzed things too much, and sometimes with no result.
We all carried Lisa's bags to the check-in and walked her to the gate. It was a
typical family departure, tears and hugging as we said our goodbyes. Mary took
my arm as we walked away after she boarded. "She will be back," she said.
"Where now?" Andy asked when we piled back into the Bronco.
"I think we need a bigger vehicle," I replied.
I drove to a Chevy dealer, haggled a little, and drove away in a new, fully
loaded, four- wheel drive, cherry red Suburban. Mary drove the Bronco which we
were going to keep. I offered to put the car on my MasterCard, but the
dealership called my bank and accepted a check. It was nice being rich.
It was about five in the afternoon. I decided to stay in Denver overnight and
checked us into the presidential suite at the Brown Palace, Denver's finest
hotel. We went shopping, picking up some last minute things and enjoying the
festivities of Christmas time. The kittens were dressed in high-gloss, polished
leather boots, skin tight pants and big, baggy sweaters that hinted at as much
as they hid. They had stylish, fur rimmed hats with their long blonde hair
flowing in the breeze. We got a lot of looks.
When we got back to the suite, I ordered room service: shrimp and salmon en
casserole, steamed vegetables and fruit salads, with white wine. Believe it or
not, we all three showered together without having sex. Andy was just coming
out of the bathroom, drying her hair when the door to the suite rang, indicating
room service was here. I saw Mary reach for her a towel to cover herself.
"No. Answer the door naked." She gave me a funny, sexy grin. I slapped Andy
on the ass. "Go with her."
Andy shook her head no, but started towards the door.
"Wait. Andy, what is wrong?"
"I don't want to be naked for a stranger, Davy. Please."
"You were in New York, at the B&D party."
"My master wished me to be that way. If it was up to me . . . " Her voice
trailed off. I threw both of them towels which they draped around themselves.
Honestly, they looked more sexy that way than naked, with the towel bulging at
the top from their breasts and barely covering their bottoms at the bottom. The
hint of the unseen arouses us all.
The bellboy at the door was a Hispanic kid probably no more than sixteen. Seeing
Andy and Mary scantily covered and smiling at him, his mouth started to open and
close as his eyes bulged out. He could neither move nor speak. After waiting a
moment, I pulled the cart into the room and stuck two one-hundred dollar bills
in the pocket of his bellman's jacket.
"Merry Christmas," I said as I closed the door.
My stomach full, well fucked, with Mary curled in the crook of my right arm and
Andy in the crook of my left, I drifted off to dreamland as Andy whispered in my
ear, "I love you, Davy."
I awakened on December 23 about ten in the morning. Andy was naked on her
stomach, golden hair covering her face, breathing smoothly and evenly as she
slept. I was admiring her perfect, jutting ass when I heard the toilet flush.
Mary came padding back to bed, smiling as she slipped in beside me.
"I want to eat pussy," I said.
"You always want something. Didn't you get enough last night?"
"Yes, for last night. This is this morning."
She laughed. "How do you want me?"
"Ride my face."
She rolled on me, kissed me long and hard as her hand played over my crotch.
"Yes, Davy," she whispered. She slithered against me like a snake and squirmed
her warm, plush thighs around my head. I pulled her thighs tightly around my
head as she lowered her slit to my mouth.
I think I said this before but it is worth repeating. I love eating pussy: the
sights, smells, taste, texture, feel and the sound the woman makes all tantalize
the senses. Next to her delightful daughter, Andrea, Mary had the best pussy I
had ever experienced. I make Andy keep her pussy totally hairless, having her
get it waxed when needed. But, Mary's pussy is all natural, which, in Mary's
case means, a very thick, blonde mass of long pubic hair. Having both hairy and
shaved is another advantage of having more than one woman.
This morning, her pussy was dry. The swelling from fucking last night had gone.
She was still as I inhaled drawing the smells into me, relishing the odors we ca
used. I exhaled, blowing hard on her clit. She shivered.
"Ummm, Davy," she murmured. I flicked the vestibule with the tip of my tongue.
She moved, trying to get my tongue to her clit but I pulled back, teasing her.
"Bastard," she said lovingly, pulling my hair. I began licking the labia,
running my tongue up and down, flicking, sucking those beautiful lower lips
occasionally. Suddenly, I could smell her musk. Ignoring her clit, I continued
my tongue loving to her slit and lips. I could feel the lips swell from my
attention. I jammed my tongue deep into her pussy. She gasped, pushing her pussy
hard into my mouth.
I wanted it to last all day. Her slimly, salty love juices covered my chin as I
continued my erotic meal.
"More, baby," she groaned. "Suck my clit."
I ignored her, continuing tantalizing her pussy. Her hips moved involuntarily,
her need building. I could smell her sweat: pungent; feel it drop on me from her
breasts dangling like ripe melons above me. Her warmth surrounded me as she
squeezed my head between her thighs. "Davy, please . . . "
I have what some would call a big nose. Perhaps prominent is the correct
adjective. I blew on her clit, then slipped my nose in her pussy. Moving my head
brought penetration and the bridge of my nose rubbing her clit.
"So close, "she whimpered. I stopped. She shifted position slightly. I felt her
hand slide down to cup my balls.
"Suck my clit and no one gets hurt," she said. She moved again, jamming her
pussy right on my mouth, thighs around my head which was trapped and immoveable.
"Please, Davy," she whispered again. I slid my hands along her thighs,
encouraging her to squeeze more tightly. I squeezed her ass cheeks with both
hands and held her harder against my face.
"Ohhh," she gasped, knowing what was coming.
You can suck a clit or tongue a clit, or, do both, as I did, hard and demanding,
twisting and expanding her love button in my hungry mouth. Her orgasm hit in a
flash.
"Davyyyyyy," she squealed as a flood of juices coated my chin. Greedily, I
licked at her slit, sucking the juices into me as my fingers caressed her
button, extending her pleasure. She went flaccid. In her afterglow, she slumped
and a bright, hard rose nipple dangled succinctly above me. Unfortunately, a man
has but one mouth I thought as I continued slurping at her pussy.
She rolled off me. I saw two huge, bright blue lights peering at me
expectantly.
"Still hungry?" Andy asked. I was. Mary watched as I did for her daughter
what I did for her, and with the same results.
"Now, I need real food," I said.
"Mom will order. What do you want?"
"More pussy!" Andy slapped the inside of my thigh playfully.
"Order us salads and soup, mom," Andy said. I could say nothing. She had covered
my mouth with her pussy again, this time in a sixty-nine position. Her mouth was
hot, wet around my cock.
By now, I had learned to use the programming Uncle Bert gave me effectively. By
that, I mean I could allow myself to be natural, to let my orgasms come as any
other man would. Or, I could last for days. My balls ached. With the best cock
sucker in the world happily slurping away on me, I saw no reason to restraint
myself. I felt the tingle, the twitch as my spasms started. Andy began
massaging my ball sac, encouraging it to release its liquid wealth. I filled
her mouth before she collapsed on me.
Naked and giggling, we ate brunch in the middle of the king-sized bed in the
suite. Then, we dressed and got ready to leave.
"I need to do a little more shopping, Davy. Do you mind if I take the Bronco? I
will meet you back in Vail."
"Mom, can I go with you? I have a few more things I want to get, too," Andy
said.
"No way. With both of you gone, what happens if I get horny!" They looked at
each other.
"How could you possibly be horny? Honestly, you are getting as bad as Bert."
"That is not correct. You mean as good as Bert."
Mary rode my mouth and Andy slipped her hot slew around my cock, milking me to
another mind-blowing orgasm.
I was glad Vail was only seventy minutes away. I was too tired to drive any
farther.
To be continued . . .
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