A Tennessee Education Pt. 05

Jasmine said, "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Don't even go there asshole. You're going to make me pull you out of the cage and string you up again. Is that what you want me to do? Is it?"

"No," she said weakly.

"I didn't think so. Now get some sleep."

Just then her phone chimed. She checked the text. It was from Jessica. Sharon smiled.

Sharon read the text: "Free for dinner tonight? 6? My place?"

Sharon replied and headed upstairs.

...

"Slave?" he called.

He came, hurrying down the stairs. "Yes Mistress."

"Present! Time to lock you up." She did.

"Now, go get three of the thickest blankets from the upstairs closet and bring them to me. Hurry!"

When he returned he couldn't find her. He ran through every room, looked out the front and back and then called for her. She was in the basement. She had him spread the blankets out near the cage. He noticed Jasmine watching him sleepily.

"Lie down." She pointed to the floor. "On your back, head there," she barked.

Bobby lay with his head no more than a foot from her cage.

She slowly slipped out of her outfit, letting the caged woman take her all in. "This is going to be nice Jasmine. He obeys me completely. He does whatever I tell him and I wanted to show you what it's like to own a slave." She smiled while taking her time undressing. She slipped out of her panties, tossing them aside. "Slave, it's time to show Jasmine just how good you are," she said standing astride his shoulders and facing the cage.

Slowly she squatted, bringing her shaved pussy down toward his mouth. When she was within a few inches he opened his mouth. "See how good he is. I haven't told him to do anything so he won't; but do you know what? He wants me bad. He wants me really bad."

She knelt, still keeping her pussy away from his mouth. "Watch this Jasmine."

She watched emotionlessly.

"Time to eat slave." Immediately he came to her, lifting his head off the blanket and coming to her cunt. Sharon cooed. Jasmine watched as she slowly lowered her hips as her slave licked the woman he so dearly loved.

For as much as Sharon wanted to shove the controlling dominance into the face of Jasmine, even she lost herself in his nurturing touches. He was simply that good. Soon she grabbed hold of the cage while rhythmically moving over him. She could see Jasmine watching, her eyes scanning the nexus of their bodies as well as assessing her beautifully formed figure.

Sharon's chest heaved as her orgasm approached. Slave didn't let her linger but took her to a climax quickly. Sharon pulled hard on the cage, so hard she lifted the far side an inch off the ground while basking in the throes of sexual satisfaction.

When she settled some she said, "God that felt good Jasmine." She looked down patting his cheek affectionately. "Good slave." She toyed with his hair. "Too bad you're so tired or I might let you try him. You think you might want to sometime sweetie?" She smiled devilishly, "Maybe another time."

Sharon blew the blonde a kiss. "Want to watch another? OK," she said after a brief pause, "Come closer." She pulled the cage until if tipped. Jasmine slid toward her. "There you go. I didn't want you to miss anything. Can you see my pussy from there?"

Jasmine stared at her blankly continuing to say nothing while being taunted. There was no real interest in what she was seeing in her eyes although Sharon sensed the hatred for her she harbored. It was exactly the response she hoped to produce. She wanted her to hate her. She wanted Jasmine to despise her for taking the man she wanted. And with that on her side she descended once more, commanded him to eat her pussy and soon came to a second climax. Before she was through she had four more and after each one she looked her captive pest in the eye and gloated, telling her just how much she loved putting him on his back and sitting on his face and using him like he was nothing. "That's why I call him a slave," she said after her third. When she sat with the full weight of her body on his face she told him to prolong the arousal and he did so expertly, culminating her detonation only after she gave him permission. When she was through she lay facing the woman she despised and watched tears fall from her eyes.

"Don't worry about me using him all the slut, before I'm through with you I'm going to have you licking my pussy and you're going to do it willingly." She cackled demonically.

"Over my dead body!" she said, finally speaking.

"I have no problem making that happen, slut. After all, no one knows you are even here. That means I co with you whatever I want and I intend to break that cocky arrogant spirit of yours before I'm through. Never forget this Jasmine: you are mine for as long as I want to abuse, torture or hurt you and no one is going to ever know anything about what goes on down here."

"I hate you!"

"I hope you do. But you won't forever. In fact you will come to love me in time."

"Never!"

"You're pathetic. Look at you. Sitting cramped in a dog cage over a shit hole watching me make you beloved boyfriend lick my pussy and do it exactly the way I want. But I'll make you want me. In fact I'm laying odds you will beg me to do what he just did."

"You're joking," she said now crying uncontrollably.

"I guess we will both find out in time now won't we?" The satisfaction of seeing her in this state was almost as rewarding as the orgasms she had just experienced. She slid down, lying fully on her slave. She kissed him. Looked at Jasmine and then kissed him again.

The kiss was a passionate one and Bobby enveloped her with his strong arms. He wondered if the kiss was one she truly wanted or only done to prove a point. Regardless, she felt so good. He didn't want the moment to end.

...

Sharon kept slave busy the rest of the day working on various projects. There had not been even a peep from the basement and she suspected she was sound asleep. When he had finished most of what was on her list she had him shower while she dressed. She chose a sexy outfit she had recently purchased, touched up her face and had him comb out her hair.

"OK, let's go. You're in the trunk." She snapped her finger, pointed to the car and watched him hustle out to the garage. Sharon smiled at the quickness of his response. "I love this life," she said quietly.

When the car stopped she let him out on the curb secured a leash and told him to follow. It was dark and very cold. The wind cut through his nakedness and he was so glad no one was out tonight. In all his months being transported he had only spotted one other naked slave out in public. He wondered why law enforcement hadn't cracked down on this behavior.

Bobby watched as a younger darker haired woman greeted Mistress with a hug. She was an inch or so shorter and quite shapely. He could tell immediately she was outgoing; her bubbly personality making Mistress feel right at home immediately. She invited the two in and he could feel the woman assessing him. He hoped she'd approve.

"This is slave," said Sharon.

The woman gave him a perfunctory look and clapped her hands. In came another man similarly locked. He was shorter and thinner than Bobby. To Sharon both appeared to be no more than twenty. They seemed so young. She wondered why she hadn't noticed her youth the other week when they first met at the Mistress Meeting.

The ladies enjoyed glasses of wine while their slaves were sent to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The men worked silently neither having been given permission to speak. Jessica had them prepare manicotti covered in red sauce, a garden salad, Italian bread and of course her favorite cabernet. When the meal was ready, Jess's slave stood at the entrance to the living room, his back toward the ladies.

"Our meal is ready," she said motioning to her slave.

"I like that. He lets you know without standing and staring."

The ladies rose and were seated by their respective slaves in the small dining area of the quaint two-bedroom apartment.

"May I?" Jess asked pointing to the slaves.

"Sure," she answered curiously. She snapped her fingers. Her slave dropped into worship position. Jess snapped once more, this time to Bobby did the same.

"That's better," Sharon said smiling. "Mine can eat when he gets home."

"I was hoping to feed him before he left," she giggled, "If that's OK with you."

Sharon smiled noncommittally. She ate some salad. "This dressing is wonderful."

Grinning and biting her tongue she answered the redirected comment. "It's my mom's recipe."

The two girls chatted freely for the next hour while their slaves remained in worship position next to their chair. Neither moved the entire time. Sharon talked most of the time as Jess peppered her with questions about her work, family, and background. When they finished they retired to the front room, had Jess's slave fill their glasses with wine and made the guys return to worship positions beneath their legs.

Sharon swallowed, "So you know all about me, now tell me about yourself. Did you grow up here?"

"No, I'm not sure where I grew up. Mom and I moved around so much over the years."

"Did your dad pass away young?"

"I wish. No, Mom got pregnant when she was in eleventh grade and my dad left that summer for college. I've seen a few pictures of him but never knew him."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how hard that was for the two of you."

"I think it was hard on Mom. Growing up without a dad I guess you don't know what you are missing. We lived with my grandparents for a few years. My grandpa was my dad. Then we moved north and after that I didn't see them nearly as much as before. We'd drive to see them lots but it wasn't the same as living with them."

"Did you grow up in the deep south?"

"Oh no, I've lived in Tennessee all my life," she said smiling proudly. "Grandma and grandpa lived in a little town called Randolf. It's tiny."

Sharon almost choked on her drink at the word. "Excuse me. I think some went down the wrong tube."

"You said Randolf?"

"Yea, it's a little place about an hour or so south of here."

"And you lived there till you were about ten?"

"Something like that. Mom got a job closer to the city so we moved. I think she wanted space from Grandma and Grandpa but I remember that being a hard time. I loved them."

"I bet that was tough."

"Well, we moved a few times while I was in school and after I graduated I moved to the city and found work. There was a lady at the bank where I was employed who told me about a women's group. That's when I met Mariko. That lady turned my life around."

"How was that?"

"Slave and I," she motioned to the man at the floor, "had been dating for several months. I liked him a lot but I was afraid about making a commitment after what happened to Mom. I had this anxiety thing about men and Mom never did anything to make that easier. I don't think she ever said anything good thing about my dad or about any other man for that matter. Anyway, I kept coming to the Mistress meetings and after a month or so I confronted slave and told him that if he wanted to stay with me things would have to change. We talked about our relationship and my apprehensions. He didn't want to lose me and so we started living like Mariko advised. Things went from good to great - for me anyway." She grinned and patted her slave on the head. "I think he'd say the same thing too." She took another taste and held her glass up as if toasting. "We got married in that church where Mariko sets up shop and, well," she paused, "here we are."

Sharon finished her wine just as her story came to an end. She tapped her slave on the back. When he looked up to see her holding an empty wine glass she could see he'd been crying.

She didn't have to ask why.

"Thank you," she said taking her refilled glass and pointing once more to the floor. "So do you like living this way Jess? You know, having a slave?"

"It's wonderful. I think that's why the Mistress group is growing."

"Growing much lately?"

"Oh my, yes. I think it's doubled in size in since I took him as my slave-husband. Word is getting out and women are seeing the wisdom of owning a husband rather than just being married to one."

Sharon nodded in understanding. "I know I'll be coming again to hear more."

"You going to marry this one?"

Bobby's ears perked at the question.

"Honestly, I haven't thought that far ahead. I grew up in a Christian church so I'm sure my folks would not be happy with me living with him but he's never been inside me."

"He must eat well then," she said giggling.

Sharon laughed, "He's pretty good. But as to your question, we had a bit of a rough spell a few months ago. He ran off with a girl he dated after Mariko gave him to me. I made it pretty tough on him after that and well, time will tell how strong his commitment really is."

"Ran off? And you took him back?"

"I did. Maybe that says something about where my head is."

"Where did he go?"

Bobby swallowed hard. Sharon sipped her wine. The silence was gut wrenchingly long. "She actually drove to our work and stole him; took him back to her trailer in the country."

"God, that lady had guts!"

"And he was pretty stupid to go," Sharon added. "Can we put them to work?" She pointed to the dinner meal on the dining room table.

"Sure. Slaves, you heard the lady. Go! Feel free to eat whatever you want but do it in the kitchen."

The boys rose immediately and headed off. There wasn't much left but what little food they hadn't eaten Bobby declined, letting the younger guy dig in. Sharon noticed him not doing much and called, "Come slave!"

He stood presenting. Jessica stood and circled him. She felt the weight of his balls and dug a long fingernail in between the cage grates and pressed her nail against his cock until he flinched, "I always like doing that. I always win." She giggled.

Sharon smiled.

"So this is who Mariko gave you. She ran her hand over his chest and squeezed his shoulders. "He's got some muscle," she said. "But he's a little old for me." She addressed her guest, "May I?"

Sharon nodded.

"Look at me slave." She grabbed both balls firmly and squeezed, "Your mistress just put me in control of you." She squeezed hard and he grimaced in pain.

"Have you taken lessons from the instructor; you know the one that blindfolds you?"

"Yes."

"Yes mistress," she corrected squeezing him hard once more.

"Yes mistress."

"Are you good?"

"Yes mistress."

"If I tell you to show me you will won't you."

"Yes mistress," he answered once again.

"Do you want to eat my pussy slave?"

"No mistress."

"What?!" she squeezed his balls with all her strength, making him double over in pain. She kept squeezing until he cried out begging for her to stop.

Sharon watched the drama unfold. She wasn't sure the affirmative nod was a good idea and now she had no idea how this was going to play out.

"Present slave!" She lifted his chin until he met her gaze. "Have you not taken an oath of obedience?"

"Only to Mistress," he said honestly.

"Is that true?" she asked Sharon.

"Yes."

She asked incredulously, "And you haven't extended that oath to others?"

"Only to Mariko but only if she asks me first."

"And will you extend it to me now?"

"Of course Jessica."

"Did you hear that slave?" It wasn't a question that needed answering. "Do you want to eat my pussy now slave?"

"If it pleases you."

"That's more like it." Her squeeze finally relented leaving Bobby on the verge of vomiting. Jessica unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the ground. "Kneel and eat slave."

He bent down slowly. She was still wearing panties. In his heart he didn't want to do this. How could he? How could he not? Mistress had released him to her. He faced the pink and white bikini panties. It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful because she was indeed. This had nothing to do with her pussy and everything to do with her.

Jessica looked down at him triumphantly. She loved making a man kneel and this one was no different. It mattered not if he was twenty or sixty. It wasn't really about him eating her, not totally. Is obedience had more to do with making him humble, humble to the point of kneeling and eating a cunt while others watched. She slid the material to one side revealing the dark mound that covered her wet slit.

She pulled him to her and he felt her wetness against his nose and lips. His tongue apprehensively licked. "Come on, lick me."

He did but cautiously so. "Is he always like this?"

Sharon shrugged. "He's always been amazing when he's eaten me."

In frustration she pulled her panties off, laid on the edge of the loveseat and pointed to her crotch. "Get over here and eat. If you don't satisfy me to my satisfaction you will be punished."

Bobby Lewis, Father of Jessica came and buried his face into her sex. He wrapped both arms under and around her thighs and licked her with emotions he had never before felt. Guilt, shame, hurt, abandonment, joy of seeing her now, admiration, appreciation. There were too many feelings flooding his mind at the moment but their concoction created a powerful mix and in seconds he found himself in the zone and she climaxed screaming with delight three minutes later.

"Don't stop. I want another one," she gasped while pulling his face back into her cunt. He obeyed and brought her to a height of eroticism she had never ever felt or believed possible. The vaginal contractions continued as she orgasmed almost immediately. This time the orgasm didn't stop but kept coming like a series of waves hitting her one after the other. She had never felt anything close to this. Juices flowed into his mouth as his tongue continued to milk every possible emotion out of her. Finally she grabbed his hair and pushed him just far enough away so she could recover.

"I want you again but I need to rest." Her breathing was hard and the look in her eye told him just how full her lust for him was.

Jessica pushed him against her groin and fondled his hair. "Do you want to try mine?" She asked Sharon.

Sharon could see the burning lust in her eye and realized the offer was more of an obligated one than genuine. "I'm good," he just satisfied me before we came over," she lied.

"You sure? It would be fun to have us both explode at the same time."

"Thanks but I'll watch you two go at it."

Jess looked at her father. "I want three more in a row, back to back to back." She pulled him to her and he gave her just that. When she came that third time she squirted. Never had she done such a thing and the shock of the pulsation caught Bobby square in the face.

What it did to Jess he could only imagine but based on her response to the orgasm she was a mixture of pleasure so intense that it almost appeared painful. He knew better though, there was not an ounce of negative emotion when she erupted. The emotional discharge emitted was so carnal and like nothing he had ever experienced; then again, he had never ever been in a zone like that. "Could it be because...?" He didn't even want to go there.

Sharon watched the familial copulation unfold. It was a beautiful thing to see and there was an undercurrent of feelings she had not noticed when she watched him take care of the sorority girls. God, there was something going on here that didn't even happen when she used him. There was something different going on here and she wasn't exactly certain if it was healthy or not but she could not deny that what she watched was one of the most beautiful interactions of Mistress and slave - or female and male - she had ever seen.

"That was so goooooddddd," Jessica finally said. She looked at the slave and with feeling cupped his cheeks between her hands. "Thank you slave. Thank you. You may go to your Mistress. As much as I don't want you to ever leave me I just can't take any more of what you have to give."