A Tennessee Education Pt. 04

"Easier for you than for your parents." she laughed.

"I'm sure they will talk about today for the next month."

"And tell their friends?"

"Not a chance. It's going to take them time to deal with everything we hit them with."

"Maybe when we see them again it will be easier."

"Hey Bobby, who is the pretty woman?" called Willie.

"Hey bro, how's it going? This is Mistress."

"Say what?"

"Mistress, Mistress Sharon."

Willie looked at him curiously. Sharon extended her hand thinking, "Here we go again."

"Pleased to meet you Willie. Your friend Bobby calls me Mistress because I own him now. See the collar?" She pulled the leash tight so he could see what it was attached to. "He's a marked man; he's my man."

Willie listened but was slow to comprehend. He couldn't help but see the leash and steel ring around his boyhood friends' neck. His thoughts remained only his. A moment later a woman walked up beside and introduced herself as Lucy, Willies wife.

"I like the collar Bobby. Need to get me one like it for my man." She kissed him on the cheek and introduced herself. Bobby introduced Sharon to her and soon the two women were talking. Lucy had a pretty face and Sharon could tell at one time she was probably quite attractive. Most likely her body had succumbed to too much fried food and having to nurse babies. She could see the added weight didn't do anything to flatter her and the drooping boobs were a bit premature for a girl of her age.

Sharon laughed at her remark. "Just let me know when you want Willie to become his twin and I'll send a guy down here. He'll be happy to corral another out of control man. And I'll buy a leash just for you! It will be my pleasure to do so."

Lucy giggled and took a long pull from a Bud Lite. "Seriously, what's going on here? You're just joking around with the collar and leash thing right?"

Sharon knew the answer she was expecting. She'd probably never seen a collared and leashed man in her life. "Thirty-five, answer Lucy's question."

"She's not joking. Like I told Willie just before you came; Sharon is my Mistress, and I'm her slave."

"What the fuck!" Willie yelled. "What happened to the blonde chick? What the fuck!" He said again walking away before returning once more.

"Willie," Sharon asked. "Does Lucy ever tell you what to do?"

"All the fucking time. What's that got to do with anything?"

Unfazed by his tirade she pressed on, "And do you do what she says?"

"He better. He knows what's good for him if he don't." Lucy added.

"Willie, is that how it is at home?" Sharon pressed.

"Yea; why?"

"Cause that means you got yourself a Mistress too. You just didn't know you did."

"Hell I do. I'll beat the bitch if she ever put something like that around my neck."

"It be the last dam day you ever slept in my bed," Lucy said now getting irritated at his remark. "You ever lay a hand on me and you're gone."

Sharon could see Lucy was no pushover. This woman could stand toe to toe with him any day. Willie didn't speak. Sharon did. "My point is this Willie. Someone always makes a final decision in any relationship. Your friend Bobby here simply told me that he wanted me to make all of them. In my mind that makes him my slave and in his mind it makes me his Boss. He just calls me Mistress instead but it's all the same."

"So why the leash?" his voice now more composed.

"Cause I thought it be good for all his friends to see that I am his boss. Made my point with you now didn't I?" She smirked and looked so beautiful doing so.

"Missy girl," Lucy said. "Where you from?"

"Oklahoma. Raised on a ranch. I grew up a cowgirl. Country girl just like you."

"I like you. I'm going to have to talk to my girlfriends and tell'em bout you."

Sharon wrote her cell number on the beer coaster. "Call me any time you want to talk. I really can get that guy I told you about to come down and stick a collar him.

"C'mon Lucy, let's go play some pool." Willie pulled her by the arm. He didn't want his wife getting any creepy ideas from the chick that had already sunk her claws into one of his best friends.

"Nice meet'in ya'll." Lucy said waving the coaster as she headed off.

It took two hours and several more similar conversations before she finally showed. Sharon hadn't seen her enter but when she saw Bobby's eyes widen she knew she was here.

"I'm going to visit the ladies room slave." She never turned to see why he reacted. She didn't need to. Locking the leash through one of her chair spindles she hopped off the bar seat and left. After a lengthy absence she returned. Bobby sat alone. She wondered what had transpired.

"Did you see my slave," she said to the curvy blonde.

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

Sharon extended her hand. "You must be Jasmine. I'm Sharon Ashby. I'm Bobby Lewis' Mistress."

She motioned with her head in his direction and they both turned to look his way. "I own him. Thought you'd want to know that."

Jasmine grabbed Sharon by the arm to pull her out of the crowd. Sharon slapped her arm. "Get your hands off me," her voice sounding stern and confident.

"Sorry, I wanted to talk to you privately."

"I've got nothing to hide. What's up?"

"You can't do this to a guy. I mean, you can't do that to Bobby."

"Why not Jasmine?"

"Are you the one that locked that thing over his cock too?"

"No. Another woman did but she didn't want him and so she gave him to me." She pulled out the key resting between her breasts and fondled the chain. "See, I have the key now."

"Lady, you can't keep him locked."

"Like I said before, what's it to you? I do all kinds of things to him."

"Because I want him." she said finally.

"Come on," Sharon grabbed Jasmine's arm and nudged her in the direction of Bobby. She noted how perfectly she was built. Mostly it was her breasts. Her C's didn't compare to Jasmine's massive orbs. But she was taller than the blonde and Sharon figured her legs were probably better looking. Jasmine didn't have everything over her. And besides, rumor had it that her IQ probably didn't reach a three-digit figure so she had nothing to worry about.

When they reached Bobby Sharon said, "Did you two get a chance to talk yet?"

"Yes Mistress, we did."

"Jasmine tells me she doesn't like you all collared and caged but I told her I owned you and that was that." Sharon looked first at 35 and then at Jasmine before continuing. "So what do you want Jasmine? Here he is. Do you want to ask my slave anything? I'll make him tell you the truth. If he lies and I find out I'll beat the shit out of him."

Jasmine's eyes widened. She reached out to touch his cheek but Sharon pulled her hand away. "I didn't say you could touch my slave."

"May I?" her voice sheepish.

"Sure."

She did. "Does she really beat you?"

Bobby nodded.

"And you let her?"

"She ties me to a big cross in her basement first. I have no choice."

"Why do you stay with her?"

"Because," he looked at Mistress while answering Jasmine, "Because I love her."

"Oh Bobby, I wanted you so bad. Why her?"

"Because she owns me and like I said. I love Mistress."

Jasmine burst into tears. "You, you bitch. I hate you. Someday I'll repay you for all of this."

"Be careful woman. Be very careful."

"I hate you!" she yelled and ran off in the direction of the ladies room.

Sharon swallowed hard trying to remain composed. Thirty five had delivered the knockout punch to her rival. He professed his choice and done so with both of them standing there. She knew that what he said wouldn't sit well with Jasmine and she reacted as Sharon had expected. And although Jasmine really wasn't her arrival she remained a threat; a threat in that she might try to rock the boat at some later point.

Pushing her hateful words aside she remembered what 35 had said, "He loves me!" That surprised her. "Where did the love-word come from?" She hadn't realized he had that degree of affection toward her. She liked the level of commitment he professed but she couldn't say in all honesty that love was any part of what she felt toward him. More like pleased or satisfied or powerful or some other word that conveyed power was how she'd describe her feelings.

After staring blankly at nothing in particular she fixed her gaze on 35. He was watching her. She smiled; a bright and beautiful smile.

"Is everything OK Mistress?"

"Let's go 35. You've been a good boy. There's nothing more to be accomplished here."

They left quietly; Mistress Sharon guiding him out using the leash that was bound to her slave. Eyes everywhere followed them until they exited the bar. They left the lights of the par and were immediately enveloped in the darkness of a moonless night. After getting 35 settled she exhaled deeply got herself situated and started the engine. The day had gone better than she could have guessed. What she couldn't dismiss was her disposition. She was finally feeling like a mistress; and that felt really good. Most of that had to do with his attitude but as she pulled out onto the road and headed north she couldn't escape the knowledge that she was a part of it all.

She had brought him here to test his resolve and he passed that test easily. He never backtracked when his parents challenged him. He never let anyone talk down to her without defending her. He served her valiantly. He adored her through both intense and lighthearted conversations. He deferred always and the feelings that came from seeing him so dependent and so happy to be dependent pleased her more than she at first realized. But she demonstrated more resolve and tenacity than she thought possible. She giggled when thinking back to some of the things she had said to Gail and Walter. She couldn't believe she had grabbed his cage and challenged Gail's judgmental attitude when she had insinuated they were sleeping together. And then to stand up to Willie, and later JT and even Jasmine, well it was the perfect way to end their stay in Randolf.

...

Shar,

Happy Thanksgiving! Miss you. Hope I'm not bothering you two love birds but I think I found the website that your Asian lady runs. Typed in Riverton TN and then a few keywords and eventually found what I think is hers. I'm sure you are probably wondering why I even did that. Truth is I still have guy issues even though my shrink tells me I'm fine. I am still scared. I can't get close to guys in fear that something bad might happen. The memories are still there. Not often but every now and again. (As if you don't know this already. Why am I telling you? LOL You know about all my hang-ups.)

Anyway, I wondered if dating a guy that couldn't hurt me might work. You know, a guy like you have. They seem pretty safe. At least yours does. Still not sure but it makes me wonder. I just wanted to write really. It gets lonely working the market from home all the time even if the place I have here is in a beautiful spot. I pasted the link to her site below and attached a few pics from the deck just to make you jealous.

Write soon,

Love ya,

Deb

Thirty-five had been standing at the foot of her bed for some time. Sharon had been down stairs catching up on emails and sorting through mail. Mistress had told him to strip and go there as soon as she had parked the car. When he heard the stairs creek he tightened his present position just a bit more. She came in the room behind him, squeezed his ass and then continued on to the bathroom. When she returned she wore only a short negligee and bikini panties. Pulling down the sheets she climbed on the bed and sat cross-legged facing him. Bobby's eyes remained focused on some unknown point on the spread between them.

"You made me very happy today 35. I want you to know that."

He didn't move but she could see his cage stirring as blood flooded to fill its confines.

"Mostly I felt like a proud Mistress. And I had a lot of fun," she paused. "Thank you 35. This has been a very special Thanksgiving and I am thankful to be the one that owns you."

The room remained perfectly silent. Only the distant cast of a street lamp illuminated the bedroom. She could hardly see him, even though she could almost reach out and touch him. Thirty-five didn't move. However, his thoughts put him someplace between earth and heaven. He had done so much for her; endured such pain and hardship and humiliation. He had done it all for her. Although he still ridiculed himself for being the idiot that gave in to Jasmine almost two months ago, he knew that everything he had endured since then had been worth it. Worth it because of what she had just said. "She is proud of me. She is thankful to own me. She had fun with me. Those are the best words a slave could hear from his mistress," he said to himself.

Sharon got off the bed and pointed to it. "Lay down. Face up. Head right here." She pointed to a spot in the middle. He did as he was told. She slipped out of her panties and climbed back on, straddling his chest and then raising her hips until her pussy, now very wet, was less than an inch above his mouth. "Eat slave."

Thirty-five could barely believe her words. He couldn't believe the sudden turn of events. Lying in her bed! Looking up at her pussy and gazing at the soft, perfectly formed folds! They were smooth and accessible and they were his to serve! He felt her strong thighs and calves pressing against either side of his body! He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Looking up he saw her slender figure, the front of her nightie hanging away from her tight abdomen and knowing there were full breasts keeping the soft material hanging where it was. She was perfect and she had commanded him to please her most intimate part. He thought back to that evening when she first collared him to the ceiling and made him watch her all night. He wanted her then. He wanted her even more every time since then and now he had her. Extending his tongue he drew it softly across her sex. She twitched. He heard her coo. He did it again. She responded in kind. Again he licked; and then again, and then again. Slowly he assumed a rhythm; a soft gentle caring rhythm. He had no idea this was her first time. She had no knowledge that it was his first time either.

Slowly she spread her legs wider, letting him have all of her. Her body twitched and then quivered and then her mind became overwhelmed with how good he felt under her. Her eyes remained closed. She watched his tongue in her mind; watched it lap across the perfectly smooth skin of her shaved sex. She could feel her wetness. At first she was just a little wet but now she felt as if each inner pore of her pussy had opened. She dripped freely and she could hear him sigh with pleasure while gathering each drop into his mouth; savoring it first and eventually swallowing her nectar.

"This feels wonderful, no better than wonderful," she thought. Mariko was right. This was so much better than sex. It was better now because all she thought about was how she felt down there and in there. There was no preoccupation with how he was feeling, no rush in getting to the end, no worry as to who would get there first, no feelings of inferiority guessing if she was good enough for him. No, there was none of that nor would there ever be. It was all about her.

"Oh my, slave you make my body feeeeel soooo good." Her words came slow and languid.

Bobby reveled in her words. She was nothing like that first impression he had of her and so much more than Jasmine could ever be. He knew that now. There was no more doubt in his mind, nor would there ever be. He had now been with both and there was no comparison. Jasmine was needy and insecure and needed to hear him tell her how wonderful she was; how beautiful she was; and how good she made him feel. Mistress was so far beyond that. He could tell intuitively, and rightly so, that what was happening now had nothing to do about him. Her words told it all, "you make me feel so good." It was all about pleasing her; not her worrying about if she was pleasing him. This was about her. He wondered why women loved having a guy go down on them and now he was beginning to understand. It was partly about a woman stepping out of her submissive role and becoming his dominant. It was about reversing society's expected role. It was about her being selfish. It was about him pleasing and in the case of Bobby Lewis, 35 and slave to Mistress Sharon it would always be this way.

When Sharon did open her eyes she realized she was moving her hips. She hadn't even realized. She looked down at her sex and beheld the man there; the handsome man; the competent, strong, intellectual man. Her man! Her slave! Her forever slave! He lay with his mouth open and tongue extended flat against his lower teeth and jaw letting her enjoy the soft wetness of his tongue against her pussy. She could tell he loved it. She loved it more. She quickened her pace; descended more forcefully against his mouth and let the intensity of this first orgasm in over a decade build. She played with his tongue fucking him first this way and then that. Swirling her hips in circles and then gently rose and fell against him while his pointed tongue entered her vagina. That felt incredible, but so did every other movement. She let her feelings build for at least ten minutes until she couldn't enjoy the good any more. She needed to have the great.

"Lick me slave. Make me come." The whispered words belied her feelings. She wanted to scream.

Bobby intensified his movements and soon found those parts of her that brought about the greatest reaction and focused his attention there. A minute later he felt her grab his head with both hands and pull his face into her cunt as she came.

"Oh, oh oh, ooooooohhhhh," she cried out as he reached the crest. And then she exploded. Crying out, she shook. Her body tensed in an all-out spasm. And then her juices erupted, coming in spurts and filling his mouth more than once.

After the climax settled, she too settled, lowering her body flush on his face. She didn't so much think of him as think on what he had just done. Running her fingers through his hair she tried to relax. She was relaxed but she was also so excited.

"Thank you Mariko," she said to no one. "Thank you for giving me this man to train." Sharon arched back resting her palms against his two pelvic bones. She looked down as he returned her gaze. They both smiled. She couldn't see his smile but rather could feel his grin against the skin of her crotch.

"Lick me slave." She giggled as he began. "Get use to those words. You are going to be doing this all the time."

He twiddled his tongue around inside her opening as if to say, "Bring it on!"

Sometime later, Sharon didn't know how long she came once more. Time was not a consideration. She had all the time in the world. After the second explosion she let him treat her to a third and after the third she got up.

"On the floor and worship."

Thirty-five sprung to his feet and bowed, facing the door as she had indicated. She walked behind him and nudged his knees slightly further apart with her toe. Then she probed at the cage. It barely moved. He was erect in that tiny contraption. Only his balls were their normal size and they looked delightful hanging there. Sharon cupped them gently the fondled them for a minute.

"Good slave." She tapped them twice and left the room.

Sharon sat on the sofa with a glass of white wine. The lights remained off and the room dark. She did nothing other than enjoy a glass of white wine and enjoy the moment that just was. The night was not over. She wasn't even sure if was close to being over. When she was good and ready she smiled, set her glass down and returned to the bedroom.

"Stand slave."

Thirty-five stood.

"Permission to speak," she said, "Did you enjoy my pussy."