The Blue Life Ch. 30: Moving Day

"Blix loves you for more than your breasts," I said.

Gina gasped, "Blix loves me? But he made such a big deal about my giant Stripper Titties! I even let him tittie-fuck me last night, and he came all over them!"

"Sounds like fun. Did he clean up?"

Gina blushed bright red. She shyly grinned. "Yes. I made him lick up his own spunk. And he wasn't grossed out. He just did it. And it felt so sexy and so good. So I made him eat me until I came in his face too. Then we went to sleep. It was nearly 2 AM!"

I said, "I think Blix has had a crush on Miss Squeaky for a long time."

"My clown character?"

"The way Blix describes her, he says Miss Squeaky is a wilder, freer, sexier version of you. Anyway, Blix has followed Ian. And done some digging. I think he has gathered some dirt on him. That's what he does. He's a Detective."

Gina climbed off my lap. She said, "Why didn't he tell me any of this?"

"He didn't want to hurt you? And He thought you were blindly loyal to Ian." I shrugged. " I really don't know, so I can't say."

It suddenly dawned on Gina. "So that's how he found out Ian is my twin brother!"

"Look. I made Blix your sub. If you're uncomfortable with that now..."

Gina cut me off. "No, Daddy. That was a marvelous gift. But I will have to have a chat with my sub about keeping secrets from his Mistress."

I grinned. "Has he told you about being a porn star?"

Gina laughed. "No! Oh, my baby boy is going to get it!" She rubbed hands together.

Just then, Blix and Nancy came in. Nancy had changed clothes, but into a nearly identical retro-styled nurse's uniform. She gave me a hug and kiss. And I shook Blix's hand. They said that they had spoken to the police. But the police didn't think they could do anything. Blix had Nancy call her car insurance and say that someone had vandalized her car. They said to contact them with where the car was taken, and an adjuster would inspect the damage. Blix had brought in Nancy's laptop from her home. And after connecting to the Wi-Fi in the office, he made sure Bill Stockton was still out of state.

I looked up Adele Gunty's phone number. She is still listed under her dead husband's name, Frank Gunty. Adele is a sweet, 85 year old woman I had promised to bring to The Lace Boudoir around 5:15 PM this afternoon for some new lingerie. But that was before I met Gina and Blix. They were both going to have a physical with Dr. Shapiro. And Gina was going to have a procedure to reduce the size of her breasts. I didn't want to disappoint Adele. But I wasn't sure I would be able to get away.

Then I got an idea. I gave my father a call.

Dad answered, "Hello, Bobby."

"Red," I said, "How late are you working?"

He answered in a way I had not expected. He said, "Are you calling because Bill Stockton is dead?"

"No. Bill Stockton is out of town, working on power lines. Why would you say that?" I asked.

"It was just a feeling I got. Like he was gone. Dead." Dad's voice was calm. He was absolutely serious. " And then you called. I thought you might have heard something."

I said, "No, Red. And I have another problem. I met a sweet, old lady last night. Her name is Adele Gunty, and I have a date to bring her to The Lace Boudoir for some new, sexy underwear."

"That is what you do with your new submissives, Bobby. Have you taken this woman as your submissive?"

"No, Red. We've kissed. She's nice. She's sexy in a different kind of way. She's old and soft. Round. If she put on a red velvet dress, she would look like Mrs. Claus."

"Do you want me to try to dominate her, Sir?"

"No, Red. I don't want to scare her. If anything, be your adorable, submissive, puppy self. OK? I'll even see if she wants to give you a spanking."

"Oh, that would be exciting! An older woman I've never even met, giving me a spanking." Red really sounded enthused.

I said, "I can't make any promises. I will check with Mrs. Gunty, and see what she thinks. You just be at her house between 4:30 and 5 o'clock. And you can escort her over around 5:15." I looked at the phone listing. "She lives at 1401 Xenon Avenue South. It's the house just beyond the alley, behind The Lace Boudoir. I will text you her name and address, so you don't forget, Red."

"Thank you, Bobby. I appreciate the opportunity to serve you." And Dad hung up.

I hung up and as I was texting Dad, I got another text from my mother.

Blue: I told Grandma Katherine about Nick's abuse of Andrew. She was shocked. I showed her some of the evidence and the restraining order. It's hard to accept that one of your sons is a Monster who has been preying on your other son for nearly 25 years! I got a text from Red. It was romantic and very sexy. He says he misses me already. Did you put him up to that? I didn't talk about Masturbation with Grandma Kate yet. But I thanked her for lunch with a hug from behind. I felt her breast! She commented that I was surprisingly affectionate this visit. Maybe. But it feels good.

Bobby: Good work, Blue. I didn't put Red up to texting you sexy things. That's all him. Tonight, when you go to bed, I want you to masturbate loudly in your room, but leave the door open a crack, so Grandma can see if she peeks in. Don't be too obvious. But don't be too shy either.

Blue: OMG! Daddy, I can't do that! Katherine would have a heart attack!

Bobby: I know you brought a bag of toys. I want a butt plug in your ass. A large dildo in your pussy. And work your clit with a vibe. Gasp and cum loudly. Make sure she has a good view of the toys in your pussy and ass!

Blue: OMG! Yes, Daddy. I love you. I hope you know what you're doing.

I hoped so too.

Blix was messing with Nancy's laptop computer. Between Gina's computer for her work, my computer for school and Nancy's computer from her home, we had turned Dr. Shapiro's waiting room into a small computer lab.

I asked Blix, "Is Bill Stockton still across the state line?"

Blix shook his head. He said, "I can't tell. Either this program isn't working right, or Bill Stockton turned off his phone. The program isn't locating his phone anymore."

A gasp of, "Oh wow," came out. It wasn't conscious. But Blix immediately picked up on it.

He said, "You know something I don't."

I shook my head. "I don't know anything yet," I said.

"You reacted to Bill Stockton's phone not being located like it means something serious. Spill it," Blix insisted.

I walked over to Blix and whispered. "I just talked to my father on the phone. He's got a feeling that Bill Stockton was dead."

Blix look at me askance. "Just a feeling. Nothing else. Like a ripple in The Force."

"Dim Mak," I said.

"Shit. I don't believe it," Blix said, "But I will try to do some checking."

"Should we call the Power Company? Maybe they have heard something?" I asked.

Blix grabbed my arm. He was emphatic. "No! What if Bill Stockton is dead? We can't let on that we knew something like that was going to happen! Someone might become suspicious. Have you told anyone else about this Dim Mak shit?"

"No. Just you."

"Good, " Blix said, "Don't tell anyone. Nobody. And make sure your father doesn't say anything either. We don't need an investigation. We don't want anyone accusing your father of murder."

The thought hadn't really occurred to me. "Murder? Shit. No."

Blix smiled. "Dim Mak. That scrawny old man thinks he knows Dim Mak! Shit. That's crazy! I'll try to see if I can find out anything. But for now, let's assume Bill Stockton has turned off his phone and is on his way back to town. We will proceed with caution."

I nodded. "OK. You're the security expert."

Blix made a few phone calls and tried to pull up more information with Nancy's computer.

A little while later, Nancy came into the Waiting Room and escorted Blix back to have his physical and tests. Gina looked like she was busy with work, so I studied for a while. Calculus sucks when you've got other distractions on your mind.

I called Adele Gunty. Her phone rang eight times. I kept expecting an answering machine to pick up but none did. Finally, there was a voice on the line, "Hello?"

"Hello, Princess Adele. This is Robert McMillan."

"Oh, hello, Robert. How nice of you to call! I was just thinking about you. Frank and I had a long talk about you before we went to bed last night."

"And what did you two decide?" Frank is actually Adele's dead husband, but she talks about him as if he were alive. I decided to play along.

"Frank thinks that I should get out and live a little. But he doesn't want to hear the details of my adventures. I'm not going to keep secrets from him. But, I just won't tell him everything."

"That sounds good, Granny Adele. Listen, the reason I was calling is because I think I will be delayed this afternoon."

"Are you going to postpone our date, Robert? I got up and bathed. I picked out a nice dress."

"No, Sweety. I still want to see you," I said, "but, we had planned on 5:15. And I might not be able to be there by then. So I thought I would send another young man to pick you up, around 4:30 or 5 o'clock.!"

"A friend of yours, Robert?"

"More than a friend, Adele, another submissive.But, a male. Does that shock you?"

"After last night in the alleyway, Robert, I'm not sure much could shock me."

"So, I was wondering if you would do a naughty favor for me, Granny."

"Oh, I can tell by the sound of your voice, you have something sly planned, Robert."

"When this young man comes to the door, I want you to find an excuse to bring him into your bedroom, take him over your knee and give him a good, hard spanking."

"Really, Robert? If I was going to do a spanking for real, it would be a bare bottom spanking." Granny Adele insisted.

"Yes, Princess. The young man I'm sending to pick you up will really enjoy that."

"Can I enjoy it too?"

"Yes, Adele. You can do whatever feels good."

"Is this young man handsome?"

"Very. He's thinner than me, but he's very good looking."

"And I can spank him and boss him around and he will like that?" I could hear the enthusiasm in Adele's voice.

"The more you boss him, the more he will like it," I told her.

"Oh dear. I have to think about this. I have to think." Adele sounded both confused and excited.

"You can take things as far as you want, Princess. This is all about your pleasure. Consider the young man I send to your door your servant for the evening."

"We can do anything, Robert? And you won't get jealous?"

"Well, if he doesn't have a condom, you can't make love. You'll have to be satisfied with masturbation or oral sex, Princess."

"Can I make him jerk his willy for me? Oh dear!" Adele was laughing.

"Of course you can. I'll see you later, Princess."

"Thank you, Robert. I look forward to that, Sir." And Adele hung up the phone.

Nancy came back into the room. I called her over. I asked if Dr. Shapiro's client and the anesthesiologist had left. She nodded yes.

I said, "Then we need to do a uniform check, Nurse."

Nancy smiled, and said, "Yes, Sir." She started to unbutton the front of her dress.

I stopped her. "No, Kitten. I don't need to see your breasts now. Come over here. Stand in front of me and hike up your skirt." She grinned, and looked over at Gina. Gina looked up from her computer to see what was going on.. Nancy stood in front of me, spread her legs and raised her skirt up to her hips. She was wearing white fishnet stockings, and a garter belt. Underneath the garter was a pair of white string bikini panties. I shook my head and clucked my tongue. "Kitten? This won't do at all."

Nancy said, "Is there something wrong, Sir?"

I looked up at Nancy. "How are Daddy's little Fuck-Sluts supposed to wear their panties, Kitten?"

Nancy's eyes went wide. She said, "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm supposed to put my panties on over my garter, to give my Daddy quick access to my pussy. I'm sorry. I forgot. I'll go to the restroom and fix that right now."

I grabbed her legs and held her in place. "You have not been given permission to leave, Kitten."

Nancy hung her head and looked apprehensive. "I'm sorry, Sir."

I commanded, "Angel, come over here." Gina immediately came over to stand next to Nancy. "Gina, this lesson is for you too. I like my Kittens to wear stocking and garter belts. I like dresses with long slits up the side or short skirts. If you must wear panties, good little sluts put their panties on after their garters to give their Daddy quick access to their pussy. Do you understand, Gina?"

Gina nodded. "Yes, Sir. I do. But, I don't own many dresses or skirts. I have mostly pants suits, Sir. And I don't have any garter belts. My legs aren't very sexy."

"Nonsense. I love your legs! So, that will change today, Gina. You are going to come with Blix and me to The Lace Boudoir. You'll get some new bras, a garter and some stockings," I said.

"And panties, Sir?" Gina asked.

"Panties are always optional," I said, "Speaking of that, strip off Nancy's panties right now, Angel."

Nancy shook her head. She begged, "Sir, can I go and lock the front door? We don't get many walk-ins, but if someone came in while Gina was pulling off my panties, I would just die!"

I shook my head, no. "You should have thought of that before you put on your panties the wrong way, Slut."

Nancy looked over her shoulder at the front door. She whispered down to Gina, "Hurry. Please, hurry!"

Gina fumbled with the clasps on the garter. I decided to help and undo the clasps on the other leg. Gina obviously didn't have as much practice. I was done with both clasps before Gina had finished her first. Gina finished her leg, and Nancy brought her legs together, so Gina could quickly pull down Nancy's panties. I could smell Nancy's excitement.

I said, "Alright, Nurse. You may go lock the front door. But keep your skirt hiked up, and come back here with two paper clips!"

Gina and I watched Nancy quickly make her way to the front door. She turned the sign to "CLOSED," pulled the shade and locked it. Then she went to her reception desk and got two paper clips from the drawer and returned with them. Nancy handed me the paper clips. She asked, "What are these for, Sir?"

"You need to remember the right way to wear your panties, Kitten. I'm going to try to fashion a reminder. Expose your tits, Baby Girl."

Nancy said, "Yes, Daddy," and unbuttoned her uniform in the front and undid the front closure on her bra. She spread her uniform, fully exposing her perfectly shaped, surgically enhanced tits. Her nipples were hard and excited."

I said, "I should carry a pair of nipple clips with me, just for times like these. Gina, make a note to remind me."

Gina nodded. "Yes, Sir."

I tried to bend one of the paperclips into a nipple-clamp, but when I tried to put it on Nancy's nipple it popped off. I tried again. No dice. I shook my head. "I don't want to use bull clips. Those are too harsh.

Nancy said, "Excuse me, Bobby, I mean, Sir. But, Dr. Shapiro has all sorts of surgical clamps."

I smiled up at Nancy. "Good thinking, Kitten. I want you to run and bring me three, small clamps with cushioned tips." And Nancy quickly scooted out of the room.

Gina commented, "She's a gorgeous woman."

I asked her, "How old do you think Nancy is?"

Gina shrugged. "About my age, I guess. Mid-thirties?"

I smiled. "Nancy is in her early fifties!"

"Wow. She's stunning. I never would have guessed."

Nancy returned with the three small, locking forceps. They looked like a cross between scissors and curved tweezers. There were ratchet locks near the grip, so you would adjust the tension. She handed them to me. I took one and gave it back to Nancy. I said, "Put this on your nipple and adjust it so that your nipple throbs, but doesn't sting with pain."

Nancy nervously chewed at her lips and nodded. "Yes, Master." She put the clamp on her right breast and squeezed it to the third click.

I smiled. "Gina," I said, "put two fingers up inside my kitten Nancy's pussy."

Gina didn't hesitate. "She's very wet, Sir."

"I bet she is." I stood and kissed Nancy lightly on the lips. She hungrily returned my kiss and whimpered for more when I withdrew my mouth. I put the other clamp on her left nipple and squeezed it. Click-click. Click...CLICK! Nancy gasped and winced with pain. And I loosened up the clamp to just the third click.

Nancy gasped, "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. That was too much for a second."

I looked down. "Gina?" I asked.

"Her pussy got wetter and squeezed my fingers when you put on the second clamp, Master. And I can really smell her excitement now." Gina smiled up at Nancy. "You really smell good, Nancy.."

I said, "I love you, Kitten. But you need to remember your instructions. So, here's the deal. From now on, unless you are having your period, I don't want you to wear panties at all, not until I say it's OK."

Nancy said, "I'm afraid I don't have any periods anymore. I'm post-menopausal, Daddy."

"Then, until you hear differently, you won't wear any panties without my specific permission, Nancy. And if I catch you wearing panties, you will be corrected, Kitten."

Nancy nodded. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. What is the third clamp for?"

I smiled and looked down at Gina. She's less than four feet tall without her heels. I said, "This one is for you, Tiny Angel!" Gina began unbuttoning her blouse. I said, "No, Kitten. Your pants. Take off your pants."

"Bu-but, I will be going in to see the doctor soon, Bobby."

"And you won't need your pants then either, Angel," I told her.

Gina looked up at Nancy. Nancy's skirt was hiked up. You would see her trimmed, landing-strip bush, just above her pussy. And her tits were hanging out, with two clamps dangling from her nipples. Gina blushed a deep crimson. She turned so she was facing away from us and dropped her pants.

"Lean over the chair, Gina." She did. "Are you nervous, Kitten?"

Gina put her head down on the chair and mumbled, "Yes, Daddy. Very." She was trembling.

I eased her black thong down over her large ass and onto her thighs. I spread the cheeks of her pale, freckled ass. The brown pucker of her butt-hole "winked" up at me. "Have you ever had an enema, Baby Girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. I don't like them," Gina replied.

"I understand. But I want you to be especially clean the first time I fuck your ass, Kitten," I told her.

"Oh, God! Are you going to fuck my ass now, Bobby?" Gina asked.

"When did I tell you I would fuck your beautiful butt, Angel?"

"When my tests come back clean from the Doctor, and you can take me bareback, Sir." I spanked Gina ass cheek, hard; a red handprint developed where I had struck. "Oh, FUCK, Daddy!" Gina moaned.

I looked up to Nancy. I said, "Nurse, I need alcohol wipes, stat!"

She saluted, said, "Yes, Doctor," and ran out of the room, the clamps attached to her nipples flopping back and forth.

"What are you going to do, Master?" Gina said the words into the cushion of the chair, to nervous to turn her head. I SPANKED the other ass cheek, and a matching red handprint began to appear. "Thank you, Daddy, that was two. Can I have more?" Gina asked.

Nancy returned with a handful of sterile wipes. I said, "Open one." And she tore one open with her teeth, and handed me the small wet cloth. I spread Gina's cheeks and wiped down from the base of her spine to her bung hole. I circled her hole, gently cleaning.

"Oh fuck, Daddy. That tickles and stings a little!" Gina exclaimed. "What-oh, fuck-what are you doing, Bobby?" I bent my head down and put it between Gina's spread cheeks. The fresh alcohol wipe had left a strong, medicinal smell. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What are you? Oh fuck! Daddy! That's my asshole, Daddy! That's not my pussy! What the-Daddy? Daddy? You're tonguing my dirty hole! Oh, fuck! Fuck! My dirty hole! My dirty hole, Daddy! You're so FUCKING-FUCKING NASTY! Why would you do that? Oh GOD! THAT FEELS GOOD!"