The Little Sister Ch. 04

The Little Sister (4)

Tags: femdom, female domination, male submissive, cfnm, humiliation, teasing, bdsm, young, romance, first time.

Author's comments:

As implied by the number in the title, this is a continuation of my previous submissions: The Little Sister, The Little Sister (2), and The Little Sister (3).

I would like to thank those who took the time to comment on those submissions. I apologize for the long time gaps between chapters. At best, I'm a slow writer and when personal issues arise, my writing is often delayed. The comments do help motivate me to write and share my fantasies.

Now on with the story:

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"I love you too."

Those were the words that came to mind when Laird woke early. "Was I dreaming?" he thought as he slowly woke up. He found himself spooning Nikki's small sleeping form. He loved having himself surround her as she slept. He wanted desperately to caress the perfect body encompassed by his own but he feared he would wake her and end this magical moment. Though it was quite early, he was conditioned to wake early. If he was on base, he would probably be in the middle of morning PT.

She stirred slightly and snuggled into him. His fingers tentatively slid across her abdomen and onto her magnificent breast, She moaned softly at his touch and again snuggled into him trapping his rigid cock between them. "I need you," he said softly but urgently as he thrust his his shaft against her,

She turned over and rolled him on his back. She kissed him hungrily and proceeded to straddle him while maintaining the kiss. Laird eagerly accepted the kiss but his cock felt left out and he arched with little effect but to raise his hips and lift her slightly. Breaking the kiss, she giggled at his vain attempt to regain contact with his now throbbing penis. She pushed herself up with her breasts just brushing against his chest and gazed down at him. He grinned as he raised his head and pointedly looked at those teasing breasts.

Slap.

"My eyes are up here," she said laughing after delivering the weak off balance slap as she tried to maintain balance with her other hand.

"I know," he responded laughing.

"You are a cheeky bastard," she said still laughing. She pulled herself forward and lowered herself so his face was trapped between her breasts. "Take a closer look, cheeky bastard."

Of course he couldn't see anything and could hardly breath. He couldn't even caress those orbs with his tongue but he did nuzzle right in as he emitted a soft moan.

She rose up and pulled his unresisting arms above his head. With her legs and hands pinning his arms, She positioned herself on his mouth. He did not hesitate bringing his tongue into action. He licked, tasting her arousal then eagerly probed as deep as his tongue would allow. He found her clit and teased it. Moments later he was rewarded by a deluge of her juices. He swallowed as best he could as he felt her shudder and then pant as she came down from her climax. He fought for breath and found air without having to move his arms. He relished the feeling of having his arms pinned and her pussy on his mouth as she recovered.

She pulled herself down his body so her head rested on his chest and lay there still breathing hard. His hands now free, he tenderly caressed her back. His erect cock was again pinned between them. They laid there like that for several minutes with Laird only squirming slightly in a vain attempt to get some friction on his immobilized shaft.

She rolled off of him and looked down at him and grinned when she saw his arousal. "Still needy?" she asked unnecessarily.

Laird tried to not indicate he was begging when answered with a nod. She just silently knelt on the side of the bed, savoring his need. He looked up at her, sensing that she was not going to accept his nod for an answer, he finally spoke. "Yes." To both of them, it sounded like begging. A few moments later, he added "please" and there was no doubt that he was begging.

She grinned down at him, her eyes sparkled as they did when she intended to exert her dominance, particularly after she got him to beg. "Not now, slave," she said with an amused look but firm voice that indicated there was no appeal. She playfully slapped his eager shaft then started dressing in the clothes they brought back in the bag. "I'm going home to shower and get dressed for school."As a matter of fact, you're coming to school with me and I want you showered, caged, and waiting for me as you did yesterday."

"I won't cum without you," he said in a plaintive voice. "We don't need the cage."

As she put on her bra, she teasingly smoothed out imaginary wrinkles on and around her breasts Her eyes danced as she watched Laird gape at her. She was no longer shy around him and loved the way her body excited him. "I do trust you won't cum without my permission, caged or not. It's just my whim that you wear it," She paused, her eyes still sparkling. "I love having you cater to my whims almost as much as I love hearing you beg." On that note, she gathered her things and left.

When she left, Laird laid back on the bed and, in his mind, recounted the events of last night and this morning. As much as he loved being dominated by Nikki, he chafed at the tasks she imposed. She didn't indicate when she would return or whether he should eat breakfast or not. Never the less, he was enamored enough to strive to accommodate her wishes, however vague. He rose, shit, showered, and shaved. With a sigh of defeat, he put the cage on and locked it. He put on fresh briefs and the clothes he wore to Rhonda's. Finally, he attached the leash to his cage and laid it out as before. It was his offering, as he hoped 'Santa' would soon be back to accept it.

When she got to her house, Nikki dropped her stuff on the floor as she went to the shower.

Her mom heard her come in and yelled in to her. "How was your evening?

"It was great, Mom. I can't wait to tell you about it right after I shower."

After she showered, she dressed in a light blue skirt and a white blouse. The combination showed off her figure without being blatant. She went into the kitchen and, as soon as she saw her mom, she started to rattling off about the evening. "Sorry I was out all night but last night with Laird was fabulous." she said excitedly. Then she saw her dad and he didn't look happy.

"You were out all night, young lady?" he growled upon hearing her outburst.. "What exactly did you and Laird do?" he asked with a scowl.

Nikki flushed under her father's glare. "I... uh... I mean we... uh..." She was at a loss for words. "I thought Mom..."

"I don't care what you thought." He said angrily. "I'm going to..."

"Harold!" her mother interrupted, looking sternly at her husband.

Nikki looked at the two of them. Usually, her mom called him "Harry" or an endearing name like "Honey." She only used "Harold" when she was annoyed with him. She was surprised that just one word erased her dad's scowl and stopped his tirade instantly. He looked startled, then apprehensive.

"You are not to talk to her that way. Nikki has had her 18th birthday some time ago," said her mother with a measured level voice.

Nikki saw her father turn white and his lips started to quiver. In confusion she looked at her mother's stern face and then back to her dad. She had never seen her father look so insecure. She was bewildered as to why just the mention of her last birthday would bring such a reaction.

"Strip. Kneel."

Nikki couldn't believe her ears. She saw her father look over at her then looked back to her mother. Her mother just stared at him with a thin closed-lip smile. She realized her mother was enjoying this. It looked to Nikki that her dad was silently pleading with her mom. In fact, that is exactly what he was doing instead of stripping.

"One," her mother said with a level voice.

Nikki watched as her dad reacted to that count as if his clothes were on fire. He immediately kicked off his shoes and tore the buttons off his shirt as he ripped it off.

"Two..." her mother counted slowly.

He struggled with his belt and when it was unfastened, he pulled his pants and underwear down together and grabbed his socks as he pulled his garments free from his feet. With clothes strewn around him, he quickly fell to his knees before his wife.

"Three..."

He looked up at her, momentarily perplexed that she continued the count after he knelt. Almost instantaneously he understood and spread his knees wide apart while clasping his hands behind him.

"That's better," her mother said as she smugly inspected her kneeling husband at her feet.

As Nikki looked on in astonishment, she saw that her dad, under the critical gaze of his wife and the curious gaze of his daughter, was growing an erection from his shaved groin.

"Mom?" Nikki asked when she finally pulled her gaze from her naked father. "What's going on?"

"Honey, your father and I have a relationship that is similar to that of you and Laird." She paused for a moment to let the implications sink in. "We agreed to be discrete and not disclose that fact until you and Grant were at least 18 and were ready to understand."

"For years?" Nikki asked, in surprise.

"Yes. We had our play times when you were at school or on your visits to Grandma. Ever think about what we did when we sent you to Grandma's on some weekends?"

"Ah, no..."

"Often we would go to one of Rhonda's parties. You may have observed your dad being kind of stiff on some Mondays."

"You know Rhonda?" Nikki asked incredulously, already knowing the answer. "That's how you knew she would like the brand of champagne you let us give to her."

"Yes. We have become good friends over the years. I know her well."

"And that's how you knew her name when I said we were going to her place. I wondered about that. I hadn't remembered telling you." She paused for a few moments as she digested the fact that her "straight" mother was as kinky as she was. No wonder she was so understanding when she recounted her actions with Laird. "So do you still ever go to Rhonda's monthly get-togethers?"

"Yes we do." Her mother looked down at the subdued kneeling figure at her feet.

"You're kidding! I mean you're not kidding but I can't believe it. Well I can believe it, but..." Her voice trailed off as the revelations of the dynamics of her parents, people she knew all her life, were so different from the image she had believed and accepted.

Her mother laughed at her reaction. "As a matter of fact we went to the last one. Remember when we sent you for weekend visit to Grandma a few weeks ago?"

"You were there? Did Daddy have to run that race?"

Her mother laughed. "As a matter of fact, he did. I played a trick on him. I gave him new shoes that were molded off-center. These shoes were designed to throw off the wearer's balance, particularly with the prancing gait the guys were required to do. He didn't think to remove the shoes when he tried to finish the race. The poor thing was exhausted when he tried to return. He didn't have the sense to abandon the shoes and finish the race barefoot. He literally collapsed trying to finish."

"That was Dad?" Nikki asked incredulously as she looked over at him. She almost laughed aloud as her father reacted to the news of how he had been tricked.

"Sure was," her mother replied. She had a malicious smile. "He has paid dearly for not finishing that race." she said as she again looked down on the male at her feet.

"But Rhonda said his dominant was one of the most cruel," Nikki said as she looked at her petite mother -- the poster child for the perfect housewife.

Nikki's mother smiled a cruel smile. "Rhonda's right," she said, still gazing down at her trembling and obviously horny husband. "She's so very right."

"But Daddy... um Dad. He wouldn't stand for that, would he? "

"No, he doesn't stand for that. He kneels for it," her mother replied with a laugh."He will do anything for a chance that I might allow him an orgasm. He will endure whatever I desire to inflict on him just for a chance." She paused and then smiled cheerfully. "His next chance will be this Saturday at Rhonda's. Poor thing. He was edged constantly before Rhonda's last get-together and when he failed at the race his anticipated orgasm was delayed until this next party." She grinned. "I've been teasing and edging him all this month in preparation. He's been primed for weeks."

Nikki's mother paused for a moment, then asked. "Did you notice how eager to please he was when I started counting?"

"I couldn't help but notice, Mom."

"You asked if I knew what a cock cage was, remember? Well the answer is still yes as we have one among our toys. Harold knows if he is locked in it, I will rarely, very rarely, allow it to be removed before the specified release time. When I'm displeased, like I was when he hesitated to strip, I will count slowly. Each number is the number of days he will have to wear it. He is very desperate not to be wearing it this Saturday." She looked down at her kneeling husband and smiled devilish. "If he is caged, I'm going to bind him where he can be teased by the ladies there. As a matter of fact, there's a submissive female, Tina, who often comes. She's extraordinarily submissive to women but extremely sadistic to men. She would love to get her hands on Harold. She would have him begging for release for most of the day if her dominant and I allow it."

Nikki noticed a tremor go through her dad at the mention of Tina's name. Apparently, she had been let loose on her dad before.

"Anyway," her mother continued. "Harold is desperate not to be wearing the cage this Saturday. He's going to be especially tractable for the next few days so as not to earn a couple more 'cage days.'"

Nikki suddenly thought of Laird. "Oh," she said, interrupting her mother. "I told Laird to kneel and wait for me at the door until I got back. This is taking longer than I thought. I should call him so he's not just staring at the door forever."

"It won't be forever. He should be proud to display his submission to you and pleased that he has the opportunity to do so. Just let him be."

"Okay," Nikki replied hesitantly. She thought of Laird kneeling there, caged, with the leash leading to the door. The thought that he was enduring an indefinite wait for her both pleased and excited her. She liked the mental image of him waiting for her. "Yes," she said, now with confidence. "You're absolutely right, Mom."

Her mom chuckled softly. "That's my girl."

"Does Grant know about this?" Nikki asked as she pointed down at her dad.

"Grant is Harold's son. It is up to him to inform Grant if and when the time is right. In the meantime, I expect you to be discrete about the dynamics of our household."

"What do you mean 'Grant is Daddy's son?'" Nikki asked. "He's your son too."

"It's another part of our life that we didn't want you or Grant to contend with until you reached adulthood. Harold is your stepfather and Grant is your stepbrother. Harold and I married when you and Grant were very young. We wanted both of you to have a normal childhood. Grant's mother died in child birth and your birth father took off when he found out I was pregnant. That's why you and Grant are so different. He takes after his dad and birth mom with his height and blond hair. You take after your birth father and me. You're very petite, probably because both your birth father and I are short."

Nikki sat down trying to mentally stabilize. First the dominant/submissive dynamics of her parents and now finding out her dad and brother were step relatives. "That can't be right. We all have the same name."

"When my first husband left me, I was pregnant with you. I changed back to my maiden name, Marsha Long. I didn't want you to have his name. When I decided Harry and I were going to marry, I didn't want to change my name again or have you singled out because you had a different last name. I wanted our family to all have the same last name. So, when we got married, we changed both Harry's and Grant's last name to my maiden name."

She felt her dad should be in this conversation, but in the last two days she started accepting that talking about, and not to, a kneeling naked male was normal. "Dad must have loved you a lot," she said finally.

Marsha looked down at her husband as a soft smile formed on her lips. "He did and he does, as I did and I do love him. Also, we both found the dynamics of my domination and his submission keep a sexual tension present even when erotic play or sex are not present." She looked down at her kneeling husband. "Look at him. Without a touch and with no promise of any sexual activity, he kneels there with a rigid pulsing cock."

Nikki looked down at her stepfather. His face was burning beet red as Marsha drew his stepdaughter's attention to his obvious sexual arousal. In the past few short minutes, he was stripped of all dignity. The authoritative father figure was gone, replaced by a subdued cringing male kneeling at their feet. Nikki thought about Laird who, at this moment, was also on his knees waiting for her. Suddenly, she felt a surge of arousal.

Her mother noticed Nikki's reaction and smiled. "I feel the same way when he's like this. Actually, it makes me want to see him squirm more. Maybe that's why Rhonda feels I'm one of the cruelest dominants in the group." She looked directly at her daughter. "Now that you are of age and this is a matriarchal household, you are privileged. Harold is essentially my property but I give you permission to discipline him if you feel the need. Would you like to see him squirm? Would you like to be the one to make him squirm?"

Before Nikki could respond, Marsha looked at her humiliated husband. "Harold, give Nikki your belt."

Harry looked at his wife with pleading eyes but didn't hesitate in retrieving his belt from his hastily discarded trousers. He didn't want to risk extending the number of his cage days. When he pulled the belt from the pant loops, Nikki noticed the underwear entangled with the pants was pink. As she tried to digest this new aspect of her parents relationship she also got her first look at her stepfather from his back. She audibly gasped. On his buttocks was a very noticeable brand: "ML."

Her mother noticed her reaction to seeing the brand. "As Rhonda told you, I can be cruel. I'll tell you the story behind that brand another time."

Nikki was still overwhelmed by the new dynamics of their family as her stepfather handed her his belt. She felt it was just wrong for her to want to hurt her stepfather, but she couldn't deny the situation was turning her on. She remembered her orgasmic reaction when she had Laird over her lap and applied the slapper so effectively on his bare bottom. The feeling was the same. Unconsciously, she slapped her hand with the belt, getting the feel of it.

While Nikki was trying to get her emotional bearings, Marsha led Harry to a large ottoman in front of a lounge chair. "Drape yourself over it, Harry. Face the chair." She then left briskly and returned holding Velcro straps that Nikki surmised came from one of Rhonda's restraint systems. Harry was soon helpless with his wrists and thighs firmly attached to the ottoman. Marsha wadded his discarded (and mostly buttonless) shirt under his penis to catch any precum that might drip on the ottoman. She sat on the edge of the chair and looked up at her daughter. "Go ahead, Nikki. Smack his ass."

Nikki folded the belt over and tentatively struck his exposed cheeks. Her father didn't flinch and remained passively quiet. "Harder, honey." her mom said quietly. "He barely felt that one."

Nikki delivered another hesitant blow barely harder than the previous one. She still thought of him as her father and that, combined with the sudden reversal of their power dynamics, caused her to pause. "Here. Give me the belt," her mother said as she impatiently rose from the chair. She then allowed the belt to extend to its full length. "We bought this belt because it had the right weight and texture for situations exactly like this." Wrapping the buckle end around her wrist, she quickly delivered a deft swing, The free end of the belt hit Harry's right buttock. Harry jolted from the blow and tried to stifle a grunt. She looked at her daughter. "That's how it's done," she said crisply as she offered the belt back to her daughter.

"I don't know, Mom. It just doesn't feel right," refusing the belt.

"I'll tell you what. You sit in the chair and I'll use the belt. That way you can see his reaction. You'll be in charge and let me know when you want me to strike."

Nikki felt relieved and sat on the edge of the chair, looking down at her stepfather. He briefly raised his eyes to hers, then, feeling ashamed of being in such a compromising position before his daughter, he dropped his head. Other than a thinly veiled sadistic streak, Nikki didn't feel right making her dad suffer. She still thought of him as "Dad." That's what he was for all of her life since infancy.

Marsha saw the hesitancy in her daughter. "Think of a time you were angry with him," she said encouragingly.

Nikki remembered the last time he had spanked her. It was about a lamp that Grant broke but she got blamed for.

Her stepfather believed Grant. Her perception of their relationship reverted back to think of him as a stepdad. It seemed he had always sided with Grant. Now that she knew he was her stepfather and not his birth father, she felt she knew why. She reached down and raised her stepfather's chin to look him in the eye. "Do you remember when you spanked me for that broken lamp?" she asked.

"But you deserved..."

"Hit him Mom," she said in a level voice, interrupting his reply.

THWACK -- "Uh!"

She watched his face contort in surprise and pain. She could see tears quickly welling in his eyes. She was only slightly ashamed that she felt a sudden erotic surge when she saw him wince.

"Hit him again."

THWACK -- "Uh!" Harry squirmed against his bonds. "Marsha, please stop this."

Marsha laughed with amusement. "Nikki's in charge right now. I'm just doing what she wants." Her voice lowered and looking conspiratorially at her daughter, "If you have to beg, you beg her, not me."

Nikki still held his head up. Her smile was evil. "Hit him again."

She watched his face contort from the blow. Still holding his head high so they were only inches apart, she smugly smiled as she watched his expression reflect the realization and acceptance of his plight.

He struggled again at his bonds and tried to shake his head, to no avail. The bonds held firm and her grip on his head was solid. She smiled and her eyes darkened as she watched the emotions cross his face. "You heard Mom. I'm in control now."

"Hit him again, Mom," she said in a level voice without looking up from his face.

THWACK -- "Uh!" Harry gritted his teeth. He unsuccessfully tried to keep the effect of the swat from showing on his face. He wasn't as stoic as he desperately wanted to be.

Nikki's eyes gleamed as she watched him try to maintain some kind of composure.

"Again."

THWACK -- "Aargh!" For years, he was the one who was in control. He couldn't bring himself to beg, yet his eyes begged for him.

"Harder."

THWACK -- "Eh." He was able to stifle his response despite the severity. She was still cupping his chin and kept her smug smile in front of him. He could see her eyes sparkle in victory. Seeming of their own accord, his lips formed a silent plea mouthing, "No. Please." She could see he was breaking. That sight gave her an erotic jolt and inflamed her sadistic nature.

She broke the rhythm of of her calls for striking him. She laughed in his face when he flinched as he anticipated her call. "You can't control yourself even when you're not hit," she said, mocking him. Then she quickly called for another strike.

"Again."

THWACK -- "Arrgh." He involuntarily thrashed against the bonds. He wasn't expecting the pause to end so quickly. He was ashamed when a sob emerged from him. He looked pleadingly into her eyes. "Please," he said and he hated that the word came out. She could see he was breaking with each blow. Each blow he received intensified her excitement.

"Again."

THWACK -- "Aaaa." He was desperately trying to suppress his sobbing. "Please. No more. I beg you." He was broken.

Nikki calmly looked at the sobbing face before her. "Who's in control?"

"You are."

"When Mom's away, you'll do whatever I say," she said.

"Yes. Anything. Anything you say." The desperation of his words enhanced his begging and she was finding that a begging male was erotically intoxicating.

"Hit him again, Mom."

THWACK -- "Aaag." He looked at her in despair. "Please no more. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want. Please. What can I do?

"There is nothing you can do. What I want right now is to hurt you." She savored the look of defeat that crossed his face. Her smile was cruel and mocking.

"Again and Again, Mom," she said evenly as she watched his eyes widen in anticipation. He could smell the scent of her arousal as he cringed from the sight of sadistic fire in her eyes.

THWACK -- THWACK -- "Ooooh."His teary eyes looked straight into hers. His body was shaking. Then, almost like a light switch, he stopped trembling. "Again," he said in a strained whisper. "Please. Do what you want." He had surrendered.

"One last time Mommy but make it lighter." Her sadistic frenzy was over.

Thwack -- "Aaah" Nikki smiled when she saw nothing but adoration in his moist eyes. As she finally lowered his head, his voice carried up to her. "Thank you, Nikki."

As Nikki shakily got to her feet, her mother released Harry's bonds. Marsha saw self-doubt start to build in her daughter. "Don't worry. You weren't too harsh with him. He was broken by the humiliation that it was you who was controlling his punishment. He's endured much more pain than this in the course of our relationship."

"It's just that it seems so wrong that it felt so great torturing him."

"It wasn't just the pain and humiliation that broke him. He has a deep desire to be broken." She looked at her husband who had maintained his position despite being free of his bonds. "Kneel."

Harry immediately rose from the ottoman and fell to his knees. He quickly spread his knees and put his hands behind his back. He didn't want Marsha to have any reason to start a count. Marsha stepped up to him and batted a very rigid and now dripping penis. Turning away from his bobbing shaft, she smiled at Nikki. "You see? He craves being broken. The fact that it was you intensified his humiliation. His "thank you" when you were done wasn't so much for stopping but for your acceptance of his submission."

"Thanks Mom," she said as she watched her stepfather's shaft just throb of its own accord. "I was starting to feel guilty."

"No need for guilt. You were perfect. By the way, Don't tell Grant about this. We wouldn't have told you except we didn't want you to find out from Rhonda or her friends. As to our family tree, we're going to tell him when he comes home. It's time you both know your genetic heritage."

"My lips are sealed. Laird is still waiting for me. I really should get over to his place."

"One more thing before you leave. I know you and Grant will have disagreements. You know the technique many counselors give to couples? It's 'get naked.' That dynamic tones down the animosity and the issue is usually resolved amicably. Harry and I have a similar system. We not only get naked but I tie him down spread eagle. We then talk out our issue. I must admit, sometimes I may tease or torment to add emphasis to my position on an issue."

"That really isn't very fair, Mom,"

"No it isn't," her mom replied with a wink. Also, just placing a shocker or a cock cage in sight often helps resolve the issue.

"Now go tend to your boy toy. Don't feel guilty about making him wait. If he's right for you, he will embrace opportunities to make sacrifices for you."

"I'm not feeling guilty, Mom, I can't wait to have a disagreement with him using your methodology," she said as she dashed out the door.

All during the lashing of her stepfather, she had thoughts of Laird waiting on his knees. With each stroke of the belt, she had felt her arousal build. It was not guilt that prompted her to hurry to Laird.

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Laird again looked at the door knob. It wasn't moving. Again, he thought about what she would look like as she stepped through that door. This time, he thought of her in her swimsuit. That was the most popular vision of the dozens he had conjured up while waiting. Her eyes would sparkle. Her smile would mock him. She would look down at him. Sometimes looking like a predator looking at her helpless prey. Other times a princess teasing a frustrated suitor. From one vision to the next, her superior smile and playful eyes remained. The outfits in his thoughts ranged through tight jeans, summer dresses, and of course, the swimsuit. This poor slave waited anxiously on his knees for the delight of again being in her presence. Each vision fed his sense of submission and arousal. Each vision resulted in his penis fighting the cage. The cage she wanted him to wear. The cage that repeatedly demonstrated his desire and her control.

Laird did break position once to use the bathroom. He brought back a pillow to kneel on and a glass of water. Other than that short time, he remained kneeling, his cock painfully reacting to his thoughts, fantasies, and visions.

Finally and suddenly, the knob did turn and the door swung open, blinding him. Then just as quickly it slammed shut. As his eyes tried to adjust to the changes in lighting, he could barely see Nikki pulling her panties down her legs and casting them aside. She cast her skirt over his head as she pulled his head into her crotch. "Use your tongue, slave. Now!"

Desperately trying to maintain his balance, Laird nuzzled right in. Not knowing where he was nuzzling, his tongue was licking wildly all over the place except where she wanted it. "Scoot back," she said with panting breath as she pushed him back. Blind to the whole world except in the confines of her skirt, Laird managed to scoot in the direction she pushed until he felt the seat of a cushioned chair press against his neck. Having his body supported, he was now free to use his hands. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her hard into his face. He was rewarded with a wet face and lush swollen folds that readily accepted his eager tongue. Reclining his head on the cushion, he pulled her hard onto his mouth and his tongue probed deeper, circling, and finally caressing her clit.

She leaned into him, bracing herself using the arms of the chair. She ground herself into his face and it's undulating tongue. In a matter of seconds, she cried out and her body convulsed, drenching Laird in her juices. He supported her as best he could from that angle as she collapsed. After a few seconds, he twisted and was able to maneuver them so they were sitting side by side against the chair. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. Both were silent their breathing finally slowed to normal.

"Welcome home," he finally said quietly.

She laughed lightly at the normalcy of his greeting. "Thank you." She looked up over her shoulder at him. "You'll never guess what happened at my house."

Laird laughed and looked around the room with the discarded panties, a spilled water cup, and a lopsided pillow littering the floor. "You're right" he said with a grin. "I'm not even going to try."

She settled back against him and rested her hand on his thigh. "I was thinking about you waiting for me on your knees."

"You mean your thoughts of me accounted for your, um... dramatic entrance?"

"Partially. I kept thinking about how you were positioned with your mouth at the right height. But it was what happened at my house that got me thinking of wanting to capitalize on that thought."

"Well, out with it. What happened at your house?"

She smirked at him as she got to her feet. "Why don't you wash your face and get a clean shirt. I'll sponge up the spilled water as best I can. Then, when you take me for brunch, I'll tell you all about it."

"Brunch?" he said absently. "I can't believe it's still morning." Then he brightened "Hey that means we have time to ah... settle this guy down," he said wistfully as he pointedly looked down at his open fly with the leash sticking through.

Nikki laughed "You were a good boy and deserve a gift from 'Santa' don't you?"

Laird perked up. So did his cock. "Oh yes," he immediately responded. "Please."

Nikki produced the key and quickly unlocked the cock cage. "There," she said with a smile. You can take that off when you change your shirt."

Laird put on a downcast face. "I was hoping for more from Santa.

Nikki laughed. "You're not happy with your gift?'" she asked as she made a move toward his him as if to lock the cage again.

"I'm happy, I'm happy," he chirped quickly and they both laughed.

"Next time, maybe Santa will only offer a lump of coal," she said laughing. "Now go get cleaned up. I've got a brunch to eat before school. Remember, just because you're allowed to take the cage off, no cumming."

"I need clean panties," she told Laird when he came out of the bathroom, I want to use the bathroom myself. Go over to my house and ask my mom for a fresh pair for me." She shut herself in the bathroom before he could object. He was about to shout his objection through the door, but he knew it was futile. He saw that sparkle in her eyes as she closed the door, He knew that sparkle was generated by knowing he was going do something he didn't want to do at her whim. With a deep sigh, he set out to bring her fresh panties. There was no appeal.

Knowing Nikki's mom knew about his submission to her daughter caused him to dread having to face her. That would have been embarrassing enough. But now he had to ask her for a pair of Nikki; s panties. It was awkward. It took him a while to get up his courage to knock on the door.

"Laird," Mrs. Long greeted looking a little flustered when she answered the door. "I thought Nikki was with you."

"She needed a pair of panties," he blurted out. "I came over to get her a pair," he said as he grew redder with every syllable he spoke.

Her flustered look quickly changed to amusement. "She made you come get them, didn't she?" she asked with the same smug smile that Nikki often displayed.

Laird fidgeted and she waited for an answer. He could sense she was enjoying his awkwardness. She knew how hard it was for Laird to see her, knowing that she was aware that he was hopelessly submissive. She blatantly looked down at his crotch knowing it would embarrass him more. She didn't try to hide her amusement at his discomfiture.

"Yes, ma'am," he finally squeaked out.

"I'll get you some," she replied. "What happened to the panties she was wearing?" she asked as she started down the hall without waiting for an answer.

He took a couple of steps to follow her as he tried to think of a diplomatic answer, He realized he hadn't been invited in and he quickly retraced his steps. However, he had progressed just far enough into the house to see Nikki's dad was kneeling in front of a chair. He was naked and sported a hard-on. Laird instantly realized why Mrs. Long looked flustered when she answered the door: He had interrupted them.

He was trying to digest what he had just seen when Mrs. Long returned with a handful of panties. Stringing out Laird's embarrassment, she slowly separated out a pair and held them up. "I didn't know if she wanted these white frilly ones..." she paused to hand the panties to Laird.. "or these sexy black ones," she continued as she also handed them to Laird.

Laird started to stuff them into his pocket when she stopped him. "Oh no," she said quickly. "You mustn't wrinkle them. She will be disappointed if they are wrinkled. Here, hold your hands in front of you and panties unfolded so they hang freely." she instructed as she positioned his hands and panties. "Got it?" She smiled with the same mischievous smile and sparkling eyes that her daughter displayed when she was about to make him do something he didn't want to do.

"Yes ma'am," he said as he started to turn while diligently holding the panties in front of him.

"Oh. Don't forget these," she said, holding up a pair of large bright pink panties. She went over and stuffed them into his breast pocket letting most of them dangle down his front. "These are large enough so they'll fit if she wants you to wear them. Don't concern yourself wrinkling. Guys never worry about such things," she said cheerfully with a wink.

Laird just stood there for a few moments facing her. He was fully aware of how he looked holding panties in front of himself and dangling pink panties from his pocket. Mrs. Long looked at him with a soft smile and checked out the rising bulge in his pants. "You are so malleable," she said with an approving smile. "Nikki's going to have so much fun with you."

"Thank you, Mrs Long," he said returning her smile with a sheepish one of his own. He turned and walked to his house decorated in panties. Though he felt foolish and embarrassed on the short trek to his house, he felt relieved that Nikki's mother approved of him and of his relationship with Nikki.

Nikki laughed when he returned and maintained his hold on her panties as he struggled with the door knob. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side indicating clearly that she was amused and wanted an explanation. If there was any doubt in her body language it was erased when she asked, "Why are you holding my panties on display in front of you? And what's dangling from your pocket." Her eyes sparkled as she guessed her mother made sure his errand was embarrassing for him.

Laird flushed under her gaze. He knew whatever he said would sound silly and fluster him more but of course, he had to respond. "Um.. Your mother said you wouldn't want them wrinkled. She told me that this was the way I should carry them to assure they wouldn't wrinkle."

Nikki laughed hard. "And you believed her?" she asked between chortles.

"No."

"Then why do you think she wanted you to carry them that way?" Nikki asked as she regained her composure.

"I think she enjoyed making me feel foolish, embarrassed, and humiliated."

"So why did you do it?"

"Because I think she enjoyed making me feel foolish, embarrassed, and humiliated."

Nikki laughed. "So you did it to please my mom?"

He looked at her sheepishly. "I know this sounds weird, but having your mom dominate me really turned me on. Despite being twice my age, I think your mom is a knockout. Besides, there is no doubt you sent me over there in the first place with the intent of embarrassing me. You knew I was mortified to face her after you told her how submissive I am. With the two of you messing with my mind, I had no will to resist."

Nikki grinned at his admission of surrender. She walked over and took the pink panties from his breast pocket. "And these. What are these for?"

: Laird flushed. "As you sent me over to her to be embarrassed, I think she had me bring those to you so you could further embarrass me."

"Really? What did she have to say about them?"

"She said I didn't need to worry about wrinkling them."

"Is that really what she said? Did she say anything else?"

Laird flushed under her gaze. His eyes looked down. "Um, she said they were large enough if you wanted to make me wear them." Laird didn't know why he was so nonplussed about the panties after what she had put him through the past couple of days, but he felt that erotic wave of helpless submission as mother and daughter took control of his choice of underwear.

Nikki looked at him as he stood there, flushed, still holding the panties while his pants visibly showed a tent forming. "Well, put my panties down and show me how these look on you," she said as she extended the large panties to him. As he started to put the panties he held on a chair, Nikki laughed lightly. "Careful! Don't wrinkle those," she said, mocking him.

Laird had to laugh at the ridiculous faux concern about wrinkles. In that spirit, he causally tossed them onto the chair and took the offered pink panties.

"Oh my! How dare you wrinkle my panties," Nikki said with false indignation. Then with a mischievous smile, "Now spread them out neatly on the chair. Press them smooth with your hands."

Laird, still smiling did as he was instructed.

"Now kneel before them and kiss them lovingly in the crotch."

Laird could hear the amusement in her voice as she found a way to turn a moment of banter into a degrading situation for him. He did as instructed and as he gently kissed the crotch of each pair, he visualized himself on his knees bending to the will of his petite goddess. That vision ensured he would have a pink tent when he tried on the panties designated for him.

Nikki smiled down at him, her eyes sparkling as Laird demonstrated how much control he had surrendered to her. "Remember when you got the sand dollar for me at the beach?" she asked.

Laird blinked in confusion at the question. "Yes," he said immediately. Then paused and reflected for a moment. "It was the first time I had the privilege of kneeling at your feet," he said quietly and sincerely.

"I loved having you at my feet," she said in a quiet voice as she remembered her feelings when Laird went down on both knees before her on the beach. Then, breaking their short interlude, Nikki smiled mischievously. "Well since we both like you at my feet, Remain kneeling as best you can while you put on those pink panties."

"As you wish," he said with a soft smile as he awkwardly took off his shoes and pants.

Nikki laughed. "You got that line from a movie," she said accusingly.

Laird smiled up at her as he struggled to wiggle into the panties and maintain some sort of semblance of kneeling. "Guilty as charged," he said. "The reviewers of that movie claimed that every time the guy said it, he was actually saying 'I love you.' In my case, the reviews are spot on." Laird finally got the panties on and positioned himself kneeling at her feet.

Nikki smiled when she heard his indirect way of declaring his love for her. Then she noticed the panties were obviously tented with a bit of moisture at the apex of the tent and she laughed spontaneously. She knew how self conscious and embarrassed Laird was when that happened. This time however, there was no mistaking that he had purposely positioned the "tent pole" for her benefit.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement and joy. "Rise and kiss me, slave, " she commanded in a stern voice tempered by her wide smile.

"As you wish," he replied as he rose to embrace and kiss her. With her left hand, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down thus pressing their lips firmly together while their tongues fought a duel of their own. Her left hand found the "tent pole" and while grasping it, her thumb circled the moist apex.

This was the first time his penis had felt silken panties against it and with her hand caressing and grabbing it through the fabric, Laird was in heaven. And when her thumb glided around the tip with his precum lubricating and intensifying the feeling, he felt his knees go weak. He could barely stand and his hands ceased caressing her back as he needed to hold her for support.

"Whoa there soldier," she said laughing as they both struggled to remain on their feet. She released his cock and their embrace stabilized. She grinned up at him. "I guess you like the feel of your new panties," she said teasing him about his reaction.

Laird returned her grin. "It's devastating when your hand is involved." Feeling at a loss when she removed her hand, he continued. "Um... I think there's enough time for us to take care of the tenting problem."

She looked at the clock. "I have to see my adviser, his office closes at two, and there might be a wait."

Laird's disappointment was obvious. Nikki surmised (correctly) that he had been hard most of the morning and probably was probably feeling the onset of blue balls. She smiled to herself at the thought of him suffering that way for her. "Besides, you know I like it when you're horny. It makes me feel sexy."

"I think you're sexy whether I'm horny or not," he replied in a desperate attempt to get her to reconsider.

"I guess we have time for me to give the little guy some attention if we skip going out for brunch. I can make us a couple of sandwiches here instead."

Surprised, Laird perked up immediately. He had been sure he was going to be left high and dry for most, if not all, of the day. Santa was going to put out after all!

"Go lay on your bed wearing your new panties, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. Position yourself spread eagle so I can easily fasten you to the corners of the bed."

"Yes ma'am," he said joyously as he immediately complied to her wishes. Nikki busied herself in the kitchen and made deli sandwiches for them to eat later.

When she went to the bedroom, she found Laird spread eagle on the bed with the restraints positioned and ready to be fastened. Again, the pink panties were tented and she knew he had again deliberately positioned the "pole" for maximum effect. Her eyes sparkled as she knew he was self conscious about displaying himself this way but was embarrassing himself for her benefit. Laughing, she slapped the "tent pole" as she circled the bed.

"It looks like someone's ready," she said smiling while she attached the restraints. When Laird was totally helpless, she sat down on the side of the bed and let her finger slowly circle the tent near the top.. He moaned softly as the feeling of her touch through the sheer fabric of the panties was heavenly. She moved her hand above and, claw-like, she dug her fingernails into his shaft just below the apex of the tent. Laird just about lost it then as he groaned in helpless ecstasy.

"I must tell you what my parents told me this morning," she said with increasing enthusiasm. Promise me you won't tell anyone."

"Don't worry. I'm discrete."

"Promise," she demanded as she lifted her hand from his cock.

He arched in a futile attempt to reestablish contact. "I promise. I promise!" he exclaimed. "Honest. I would promise even if you weren't driving me crazy with your fingers.

She grinned at his reaction. "Good," she said as she lightly grazed her finger back and forth over the very moist tip of the tent. He was literally whimpering in submissive bliss.

Her hand shifted and allowed her to lightly play with his shaft as she started her narrative. Despite Laird's focus on the sensations that Nikki's fingers were imparting, he was able to comprehend her story. He was as surprised as she was as he learned about her family structure and her parents' kinks. He now knew why Mrs. Long just happened to have pink panties in such a large size.

"I can't believe it," Nikki said after giving Laird an overview of the revaluations she just learned. "I can't tell you the rush I felt when I was able to tell Mom to hit my dad. He was silently begging me to end his torment and humiliation. When that didn't work he begged me aloud for mercy. After years of him having the authority of a parent, I had the power to break him... and I did. I love my dad, but seeing him crumble under my will was so intoxicating,.. I loved it." Nikki stopped for a moment and looked at Laird. It's was like when I have you begging me for release or mercy. It's such an aphrodisiac!"

The thought that his submitting to her domination was exciting for her excited him in return. He envied her father who was living the life under the loving thumb of Mrs. Long. He wanted that life too... under Nikki's thumb. He smiled to himself at that thought. Right now he was helpless both physically and emotionally because his cock (and himself) were literally under her thumb.

He focused on her narration. "I could see him begging with every stroke, and yet I could just say 'again' and Mom would hit him. I could see him jerk in response and plead for his pain and humiliation to stop and I said 'again' and she would hit him. She was so good with the belt. I knew every stroke effectively gave him pain and the degradation that followed as he had to face me broke him. When we were done with him, I knew he beaten, both physically and mentally. He's Mom's slave and I have the desire, the ability, and permission to torment him."

Laird was drunk on submission as he listened to Nikki's narration. Her fingers played with Laird's cock while she talked. She would unconsciously lighten or intensify her touch and rhythm as her emotions followed her narration, but never stopped. The incessant teasing often caused his whole body to squirm and futilely pull at his bonds.

"The last thing my mom mentioned before I came back here was about how they handle disagreements."

In the back of Laird's lust-filled brain, an alarm bell sounded, A finger that was idly slipping over the tip of his cock effectively silenced that bell as he listened to Nikki's account of her mother's explanation.

"That is totally unfair," said Laird.

"Yes it is," replied Nikki as a fingernail glided from the base of his cock to the very tip. The silken fabric intensified its effect.

"I think you and I should have a similar arrangement." she continued.

"But we both agree that it is an unfair arrangement," protested Laird despite his growing need to ejaculate.

"Yes we do." Nikki paused. "I'm thinking that we could modify their arrangement to better suit our dynamics."

"Yes," he said. "I think that is a good idea." Little did Laird realize that by accepting the idea of a modification, he had mentally accepted the idea that they would indeed have such an arrangement.

"I don't think we both have to be naked during such a discussion."

"I'm okay with that but I thought nudity was a key component to that agreement," Laird blurted in surprise.

"You're right. It is. That's why you'll be naked when I tie you down."

"Wait. What?

"We agree that nudity is a key component.

"Yeah but, you should be naked too."

"You said you were okay if both of us weren't naked and you also agreed that nudity was a key ingredient to make this work. It's only logical that the one who is free to answer the doorbell or something like that has clothes." As she spoke, she abandoned his cock and glided a couple of her fingernails up his stomach, over his pecs, under his arm, and ending on his bicep only to reverse direction and trace a path down his side. His mind tried to find words to point out some obvious flaws but his focus was diverted to the maddening nails that were sensuously traversing his body.

"But that's not fair," was all he could come up with.

"No it's not." She paused. "Well, do we have a deal? When we have a disagreement, we thrash it out while you are in naked bondage." Her fingers were now playing with his nipples. His cock was throbbing while still embedded in moist silken panties.

"You want me to agree under duress? I can't tell you how much I need to cum."

"Yes, I want you to agree. You're essentially experiencing it now." Her hand became a claw again and she embedded her nails into the end of his dripping cock. "So do we have a deal?"

"But it's not fair!"

"No it's not. No need to keep bringing it up. We already agree on that point."

Laird was silent as his mind raced. He felt her hand cradle his balls. They were so sensitive even her tender possession of them aggravated his blue ball condition.

"Well?"

"Yes."

Nikki jiggled his balls lightly. "Yes what."

"Yes, I agree to your conditions concerning how we discuss differences," Laird said in defeat.

"Good," she said as she slipped of the bed and unfastened his right foot.

"Wait," Laird said quickly, his voice expressing consternation. "Don't quit now. I haven't cum yet." As the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He knew she hadn't forgotten and his outburst indicated he was ready to beg for relief. He knew she loved to hear him beg and he probably gave her incentive to deny the need she had built up in him.

She laughed. "Relax, I'm not done with you yet. There's some slack in those restraints and you should be naked." She pulled his right leg over to his other. "Okay, now lift your buttocks." She grabbed his panties and pulled them to his ankles then over the right foot. She quickly moved the right foot back to restrained it. She then unfastened his left foot and pulled the panties free. She grabbed a cushion and wrapped a towel around it. "Use your free leg to help you raise your butt high. I want to prop it up with this cushion."

She stuffed the cushion under him and then proceeded to refasten the left foot leaving no slack in his bonds. The result had him completely immobile with his groin elevated offering up his cock and balls.

"This is to be your position if we need to settle a dispute between us. Any questions?"

"No questions," he replied. "I really feel vulnerable," he added contritely. And indeed he was. He quickly realized that his thoughts now revolved around his exposed genitals. After a lifetime of being able to protecting his groin, either with hands, legs, or just bending, He now had his groin wide open and he literally couldn't lift a muscle to defend his balls or pleasure his cock. He was totally at the mercy of Nikki and the only option available was to beg. As that thought settled in, he unsuccessfully tried to suppress a whimper and his cock throbbed in need of attention.

Nikki watched his face as this thoughts and emotions played across his features. She loved tha absolute control she so recently acquired. She allowed her fingers to flutter over his exposed package and smiled as his cock pulsed in response. His whimper may have suppressed his impulse to beg, but his cock pulsed, imploring her for attention.

"I'm thinking about the brunch we missed," she said suddenly, breaking into Laird's thoughts. "I'm thinking about the brunch we missed." I've made a couple of sandwiches. I noticed there are chips and sodas available. Are you ready to eat?"

Though a different hunger dominated his thoughts, he was hungry for food and thirsty. As he nodded affirmative for the food, Nikki could feel the lust that was building in him. Her eyes sparkled. "It's kind of warm in here," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse. She had Laird's full attention as her hands lingered on the buttons in front of her breasts. Slowly she removed her blouse, faking indifference to the effect her actions were having on Laird. As she reached behind her for the bra hooks, her breasts jutted out enticingly and Laird was transfixed by the sight. She smiled over at him and moved over to where his right hand was restrained. "I', m having trouble with these darn hooks," she said 'innocently.' She turned around and lowered herself so the hooks were in range of his fingers. "Be a dear and unhook them for me please." Laird was more that willing as his fingers clumsily fiddled with the hooks. When he finally freed the hooks, Nikki cupped her breasts in the bra with her hands as she stood and turned toward him. As she faced him and his lust filled eyes, she slowly lifted her breasts and circled her nipples with her thumbs while still holding the bra in place. She smiled as she observed him unconsciously strain in his bonds. When she finally removed the bra, she shimmied a bit and Laird was transfixed by the sight of her pert nipples as they danced before him.

She was all aglow from the effect she was having on him. "I'll be right back with the goodies," she said as she started off toward the kitchen.

Laird finally found his voice. "The goodies I want aren't in the kitchen," he called out. He heard her giggle in response. As he waited for her return, his awareness again turned to his cock and balls arched up in essentially a display. She returned, still topless, with the sandwiches, sodas, and chips. Though it was difficult for Laird to raise his head to watch her, he persevered and appreciated the sight of her swaying breasts.

She put the items down, and lightly grazed her fingers up his leg from the ankle to his inner thigh then let them dance on the raised anatomy. Her eyes sparkled as he squirmed under her touch. She, herself, felt an erotic surge when she heard him whisper to himself as much as he did to her, "Oh yes... please." She leaned over him, her breasts grazing his chest and she kissed him passionately. Then she pressed her breasts hard against his chest as she extended the kiss with their tongues dancing together. He was dismayed when she finally broke off the kiss.

Nikki stepped back and retrieved a sandwich. She took a bite and then extended the sandwich so Laird could take a bite. They shared the sandwich that way and stopped to drink. The soda was in a can and she tilted Laird's head so he could drink. He felt emasculated by having to rely on her for every bite and sip. She was soon teasing him by withdrawing the sandwich just as he was straining to take a bite. She tipped the soda can and lowered his head so some soda spilled with some of it running up his nose causing him to sputter and snort. Laughing, she dabbed a tissue on the spill then held the tissue so he could blow his nose. He never felt so helpless as she controlled his basic needs. He was still aware that his aching balls and throbbing cock were on display and he was denied the ability to cover or protect them. The fact that her naked torso was so close to him, her breasts swaying as she leaned over to feed him, kept his cock rock solid for the rest of the meal. When they finished eating, she relaxed and placed her hand on his upturned crotch and softly ran her fingers through his pubic hair. She leaned over to kiss him and his eyes followed her breasts as they again descended toward hi chest.

"Ouch!" he cried. She had paused her descent and pulled sharply at a clump of pubic hair.

She pointed to her eyes. "My eyes are up here."

"I know," he said with a smirk and, as before, he pointedly stared at her breasts.

She yanked on a fist full of his hair. "You're a cheeky bastard," she said grinning.

"What happened to the slap," he asked.

Her eyes twinkled as she again grabbed a hand full of hair and tugged. "This was more available."

"It hurts more than the slaps," he said with a bit of whine in his voice.

"Do you remember when Rhonda dressed me in my dominatrix outfit? she asked.

"Yes," he replied in a cautious voice. He was confused by the abrupt change of topic.

"She also gave me a shaving kit at that time. Did you notice that I was shaved when I put on that outfit?"

"I did later. Yes," I noticed.

"I shaved because I thought you would like it. Do you like my pussy shaved."

"Very much." As the words came out of his mouth, he knew where this conversation was headed and he wasn't in a position to avoid the path she was taking.

"I think is is only fitting that you reciprocate." Laird said nothing. "For me," she pressed on.

"Maybe later."

"Today."

"I can't do it,"

"I'll do it for you then," she said.

"No."

"Why not?" Laird winced as she tightly grabbed a handful of his pubic hair.

"Because when I go back to my unit, the guys will harass me about it. I'll lose the respect of the guys."

"It can't be that bad."

"You don't know Grant."

"Who's Grant?"

"That's his last name. We call him 'Hank the Tank' but not to his ugly face. He's got a mean looking scar across one cheek which makes him look more intimidating than even his size and strength. He's got lackeys who are also mean and follow his lead. He has never liked me and he and his cronies use any excuse to torment me. I just know he'd use my shaved crotch against me."

"What about your friends?"

"They would be embarrassed for me but still join in some teasing. Yeah, if push came to shove, they would stand up for me."

"So you don't want to be shaved because you would be teased? Is that it?" Her grip on his hairs relaxed and she lightly stroked the underside of his cock with her finger.

"Yeah." The way she asked made his reason to keep his pubic hair seem kind of lame.

"It sounds like this Tank guy would harass you regardless. Your friends would still be your friends. I was hoping you would be smooth here for me," she said as she ran her fingers through his pubic hair.

Then a finger continued to tease his cock. Each stroke was heaven and his mind was mush. He did want to please her. He told himself it wouldn't be as bad as he first thought. God, he loved her touch and he squirmed trying to increase contact. His friends would stand by him. It's not like anyone looked at his junk when he dressed or showered. His cock jumped as her finger passed over the tip of his cock. She was circling the head now and his body was fighting the restraints. He did want to please her. He wanted to submit to her. Why should the guys in his unit care if he shaved down there or not? He watched her breasts sway slightly as the tease continued. He craved her domination. He loved being submissive to her...

"Okay." he said in surrender.

Nikki quickly pulled out the kit Rhonda gave her and had scissors and razor laid out in preparation to shaving him.

She looked down at him, well aware he was totally helpless. More than aware. She was drunk on the power, the control she had over him to get him to this state. She paused for a moment as doubt crept up.

"Red?" she asked in a soft serious voice.

Laird took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Green," he said finally in surrender.

A few minutes later, his groin was as smooth as a baby's and Nikki tenderly rubbed lotion over the newly shaved skin. She was liberal with her attention to his throbbing shaft as well. "See," she said cheerily. "We had a disagreement, and our new method of resolving differences worked perfectly."

He wiggled as much as he could trying to increase the blissful sensation her hands were imparting to his cock. "Yeah, I guess." he replied dubiously as her hands played with his rigid shaft.

"Good. Glad you agree," she said cheerily, ignoring the fact that he was still squirming trying to cum from her teasing strokes. He groaned as her hands abandoned his needy cock and released his restraints. "It's time we left so I can meet with my counselor. So get dressed and wear your new panties. You don't need to wear your cage unless you think you need it to keep from cumming."

Laird mentally groaned. The last thing he wanted was to wear the cage when he was this horny and he didn't want to jeopardize their relationship by cheating. He found the feel of the panties on his newly shaven groin intoxicating. It felt divine. So with blue balls aching and his mind full of submissive mush, they finally made their way to her school.

Laird was somewhat functional when they arrived on the high school campus. When they arrived, Laird saw a group of girls visiting together not far from the entrance. One of them stood out, almost like a beacon. There was no doubt. It was Diana Bell. Even at a distance he could see she was more breath taking than he had remembered.

He felt Nikki become tense and he worried that he had stared at Diana too long. As his focus left the group of girls and focused on the present, he saw the actual reason Nikki tensed up. They had to pass by a group of three guys loitering at the entrance. "Hey, Tease," barked one to Nikki. "Who's the pussy you've got in tow?"

Laird tensed and slowed. "Just ignore them," Nikki whispered. "They're football jocks that are just looking for a fight. They always taunt me and humiliate anyone who is seen with me."

"You're blocking the way," Laird said in a low voice as he glowered at the loudmouth.

"Too bad," said the loudmouth as the other two quietly spread apart and started to circle behind the couple. "You're just going to have to go around," he continued as he stepped in front of Laird and thrust his hand forward intending to push Laird back.. Laird deflected the hand and counter punched with a solid body blow. Loudmouth staggered back in pain and surprise.

Laird immediately spun around to confront the closest of the other two. "You better take care of your friend," he said in the same low voice. "I think he may have bruised a rib when he ran into my hand."

The jock had been expecting to engage Laird from the back and was not prepared to face him directly. He could see his leader painfully trying stay on his feet and fight for breath. "Um, yeah. Sure," he responded as he retreated back to his hurting comrade. It was obvious he was glad to have an excuse to avoid an uncertain conflict with the glowering menace. The third member of the group had no stomach to face Laird either and followed suit. Laird and Nikki passed by the trio without further interaction. Laird was glad the bullies were so easy to dissuade. He was trying to keep from jiggling his aching balls as much as possible.

When they passed out of sight of the trio, Nikki grabbed Laird's arm and he was aware of the soft pressure her breast imparted to it. "I've never seen anybody face down those guys before," she said as her body shook with adrenaline. He wrapped his arms around her, strong and calming. In his strong embrace, she felt safe.

She finally broke the embrace. "I've got to see my counselor and I know there's a waiting line. Wait for me in the quad. I'll be there when I can." Then, with a quick hug, she left him.

No sooner had she departed, Diana Bell approached with a seductive smile. He remembered her smile from his senior year. It was as devastating now as it was then and this smile oozed with invitation. "Hello stranger," she said, maintaining that smile. Laird's mind went to mush as he watched his fantasy girl approach. The erection that had diminished during his encounter with the bullies reasserted itself.

"Hi," was the best he could do in response.

"I haven't seen you since you graduated. How are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm fine," he mumbled as his gaze was locked onto her.

"Good," she said as she took his unresisting hand and led him over to a table. "If you have time, let's sit and catch up." Her eyes dazzled and her smile was devastating as always.

"Sure," he said as his mind became awash with feelings and emotions that had built up for her in the last couple of years. He was grateful for an excuse to sit so his growing cock wouldn't become obvious.

She looked at him with that seductive smile that seemed to be both assured and predatory. "I watched you confront the football bullies when you arrived. It looked like you set Chad back on his heels." Her eyes lit up as she looked at him like some conquering hero.

He was not immune to the look of admiration even though the action was merely a response to a push from a petty bully. His chest puffed up a bit as he felt her admiring gaze. "I really didn't want to fight him," he said lamely.

"You didn't really fight him," she said, looking into his eyes. "With just one blow, you cowed him... hardly a fight." She smiled at him. "So," she said as she decided to change the conversation. "I see you came with Nikki."

"Yeah. Those guys were hassling her about being a tease."

Diana laughed. "Poor Nikki. She got labeled as the school tease." She grinned. "I'm the one who should be labeled that. Nikki just never put out and the guys, like the ones you confronted, resented it. They spread the tease claim just because she wouldn't put out. Diana smiled a conspiratorial smile. "The truth is, I was the tease of the school. I dated Chad, the guy you slugged. I teased him mercilessly on our first date. He was irate when I denied him sex but he proceeded to boast about screwing me to all his buddies anyway. I never denied it and implied that it was indeed true. From then on, I was labeled the school slut and every boy in the school wanted to date me. Actually I loved it. Every guy looked at me with yearning. When I dated, I could tease and frustrate them endlessly. When I refused to put out, I threatened to tell everyone they couldn't even get it up then I agreed to let them tell their buddies what they wanted and I wouldn't refute it. As a consequence, I was able to torment countless guys in the past couple of years. None of them dared to reveal that I teased, denied, and tormented them mercilessly."

Laird looked at her. "You look so angelic. I never thought of you as a tease."

Her eyes glittered, not much differently than Nikki's eye glittered when she was in a dominating mood. "Oh I'm more than a tease. I would have loved bringing you to your knees when you were still in high school. You were so infatuated with me and I loved it. If I knew then what I know now, I would have had you so wrapped around my finger, you would have been my slave."

Laird could only listen, enraptured by the goddess in front of him as she unabashedly described what his life could have been. She was more of a dominatrix than he dreamed of.

"You would have liked that, being my slave... my love slave, wouldn't you?" she asked as her eyes bore into his. Laird couldn't shift from her gaze as the thought of being her love slave brought him to full hardness.

"Yes," he said softly. "I have dreamed of being at your feet ever since high school days."

"Well, we are now older and we know what we want. We missed out earlier when we were in school. Now we can fulfill both of our fantasies." She looked into Laird's eyes. "I can bend you to my will and you will love it," she said with soft assurance.

Laird found himself mesmerized by her gaze and words. He knew her words were true. He had craved her dominance for years. He was a submissive at heart and she could fulfill his craving. He looked at her and her confident smile. He looked down at her feet protruding from under the table and he thought of the delights he had missed.

He smiled at her over the table. "You know" he said, looking into her eyes. "You have just described the fantasy about you that I've held for years. It would have been ecstasy -- yet, I'm glad that I missed that ecstasy. It would have blinded me from finding my soul mate who was right in front of me."

Diana blinked. "Soul mate? You really think Nikki is your soul mate?"

Laird nodded. "If there is such a thing, I've found it in her."

Diana smiled at him. "I know I'm pretty. Yes, I'm vain and it's not appropriate for me to say so, but it's true and I use my looks to my advantage. Unfortunately, I tend to attract dolts who want to date me just to stoke their egos or have a trophy girl friend. Then there are others that literally throw themselves at my feet. They do so for their own pleasure, not mine. Most of them are disgusting and I don't even want them to get their slimy lips on my shoes." She paused and looked into his eyes. "Then there is you. You are not overbearing and though it's obvious you are submissive, you don't demand or expect to be dominated. I think I intuitively knew that about you when we were in school together. If you weren't so damned shy..." she sighed softly as she let the thought hang there.

"Well, anyway," she said shaking her head to make her hair fly free as in a shampoo commercial. "I'm happy for both you and Nikki. You're a great guy and I hope to find someone like you for myself," she said as she stood up preparing to leave. "I should be getting back to my friends"

"Thanks for understanding," Laird said as he discretely pushed his shaft aside when he stood up with her.

Without warning, she embraced him and planted a firm kiss on his lips. "I wish you well, but if things don't work out with Nikki, you know how to reach me," she said as she released him and departed.

Laird stood there in a daze as he watched her leave. Then he saw Nikki approaching from across the quad. She had undoubtedly seen the kiss and from her body language, he knew she wasn't happy. Diana was able to intercept Nikki before Laird had a chance to move. She said something to Nikki and both of them went into the ladies rest room.

He knew he was going to be the topic of discussion and Diana had just indicated she was interested in him. He was worried that she would try to poison his relationship with Nikki. He fretted over what was being discussed. It seemed like forever before Nikki came out of the rest room. "I can explain," Laird said even before the door closed behind her.

"Explain what? Nikki asked with a neutral face. "How, at the first opportunity you were kissing your fantasy girl?"

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. Honest."

"It wasn't exactly a peck on the cheek. It looked like an embrace to me."

"She grabbed me."

"You want me to believe the prettiest girl in school came on to you? She's your fantasy girl," she repeated. "You met up with her as soon as I'm out of sight and are kissing when I return."

Laird's mind was whirling. The more he said, the more artificial his explanations would seem. His denials would be discounted. He couldn't read what was going on in Nikki's mind. Despite the pointed questions, she was showing no signs of emotion. It felt wrong. He opened his mouth even before he could find the words he wanted to say. He was missing something. His intended articulate response consisted of: "Yeah, but..."

His jaw was still hanging open waiting for something coherent to come out when he looked down at her face. To his surprise, she was smiling.

"I'm just messing with you," she said, her eyes twinkling.

"What? Wait. I'm confused," he babbled.

"Diana told me all about your conversation with her while I was with my counselor."

"She did? What did she say?"

"She said she came on to you and you turned her away -- something she's not used to." Nikki grabbed his arm and pressed her breast against it. She knew how much he enjoyed that particular contact. "We ran in different circles and I was put off by some of the gossip about her, but now I know her a bit more. She's really a nice person." Nikki giggled a bit. "I told her about how you came over to my house looking for her picture."

"Oh geeze," he said as he hid his eyes with his free hand. "I'm really embarrassed about doing that. Can't we forget that ever happened?"

"Nope," she said mischievously. "By the way, I believe her when she says she wishes us the best. She likes you, you know."

"It's nice to be liked," Laird replied guardedly. He was afraid to say anything that would jeopardize the direction things were going.

"Yep. She told me that though there were a lot of fish in the sea, she dreaded the fishing. All she got were bottom suckers." Nikki giggled at the phrasing. "I just got it. I wonder if she intended that comment to be a play on words. Anyway, she asked that if we ever broke up not to throw you back into the sea but into her boat instead. See? You have no hope of escape."

"I don't want to escape," he said. "I kinda like the nets on your boat."

She giggled. "And I so love pulling those nets tightly around you."

The conversation paused for a few moments as each savored a mental image of Laird helplessly tangled in netting at Nikki's mercy. They were both aroused by the thought and without the need to physically check, each knew the other was aroused by the thought. Finally Nikki squeezed his arm. "I think I saw a suspension bag made out of netting at Rhonda's. Make a mental note to check it out next time we're there."

Laird smiled at the thought as he made a discrete move to push his "tent pole" aside. "Mental note taken," he replied with a smile.

"I'm done with school. Let's go home and plan for dinner," Nikki said as she guided him back to the car.

As they passed the park on the way back, Nikki suggested they stop, grab ice cream cones, and walk for a bit. They walked by the docks where they had rented the sailboat and through the picnic areas. Throughout the walk, they held hands and when there was no one close, she often guided their hands so they would touch, graze, or hit Laird's groin. She knew he was suffering from blue balls and enjoyed aggravating that condition. Laird allowed... no, encouraged the activity. He was hoping this tease was foreplay and relief would come later that evening. In a secluded part of the trail, they paused and enjoyed the surroundings. Laird pulled their joined hands behind her back so she had to turn toward him and arch. Laird slid his other hand up her waist and gently caressed her breast before resting behind her neck. He released their joined hands and supported her as he knelt on one knee and pulled her back into a passionate but tender kiss. Nikki gave in to his control while feeling his strength and trusting his support. She let her arms go limp as she returned the kiss, her body arched as a defenseless offering to his sight and touch. Frustratingly, from that position, he could neither see nor touch that offering. But knowing it was there fueled the passion in both of them.

"Wow. That's quite a kiss."

Startled, Laird and Nikki broke their kiss. Laird stood and pulled Nikki to her feet as he rose. Standing there looking at them was none other than Diana Bell with an amused smug smile. She had changed into a form fitting jogging outfit and held a leash and collar.

"I would never allow a boyfriend of mine kiss me like that. I would be the one in control."

"Diana! I didn't expect to see you here," Nikki said in surprise.

"When we talked earlier, you mentioned you were thinking of walking through the park and have Laird get you some ice cream. I had to take the dog for a run and thought I might find you two here."

"You brought a leash and collar?" Nikki paused. "For Laird?

Diana laughed. "Not a bad idea, but no, it's for the dog. She slipped out of her collar and I've been chasing her."

Nikki looked pointedly at her. "Don't get any ideas. He's mine."

"Oh no," she said quickly. "But I was hoping to see you two as I was curious how you two interacted." She laughed lightly." I got a pretty good indication when I stumbled on to you two. I really didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's no problem," Nikki said guardedly. "Maybe we can help you find your dog."

"Actually, she's not too hard to find. It's catching her that's the problem. She looked across the field and spotted the dog. "See. There she is and she knows I'm looking for her. It's a game with her. She'll come back when she's ready or when I wave a treat. She's our family pet and I'm usually the one stuck walking her. She's harder to control than my boyfriends."

"You collar and leash your boyfriends?" Nikki asked.

"No," Diana replied with a laugh. "It never got that far, but I could." She pointed looked over at Laird who flushed and looked down.

"Don't even think about it," Nikki growled.

Diana laughed. "Don't worry. I wouldn't think of stealing your boy. But if I did, I would never let him kiss me the way you were kissed. I like to be in control."

"I like to be in control too," Nikki said.

"You weren't in control with that kiss."

"I liked that kiss," Nikki said defensively.

"Perhaps, but you were helpless to stop it if you didn't. I'd make sure he knew his place.

Laird saw Nikki was getting irritated by Diana's superior tone. He could sense a pissing contest a mile off and it appeared he was in the middle of it. "Maybe we should get back home," he suggested hopefully. "It's getting late."

"See what I mean. He's telling you when and where to go."

"Maybe you should have one of your boyfriends walk your dog," Nikki said with an edge to her voice.

"None were available, but I've got one eager to take me to dinner tonight." she said, as she found herself on the defensive.

"I bet he doesn't even open the car door for you,"

"Well, no. But there is no need. The car has electric locks that he activates." Diana shimmied her bosom "If I wanted him to open the door, all I have to do is tease him with these babies." she said condescendingly. "You have no idea how easily men can be controlled by their lust."

As she spoke the dog finally approached, circled a spot and left a fresh "calling card." Diana was able to grab the dog and put the collar back on. "I hate it when she does that," she said as she wrinkled her nose at the pile of dog shit. She pulled out a plastic bag and started toward the offending pile.

"Wait," said Nikki.

Diana stopped and was obviously confused.

Nikki looked at Laird with that look that he was getting to recognize. The sparkle in Nikki's eyes precipitated an involuntary shiver as his cock stiffened. He knew she was about to act on a newly developed whim.

"Laird. This is not the job for a lady. Why don't you help her out and pick up that mess for her."

"As you wish," he said solemnly as he started to take the bag from the Diana.

"You don't need to use up her supply of bags. Please be quick about it."

Laird hesitated for a moment as he evaluated what she wanted. She didn't care about a bag being wasted. His ears burned as he was aware that this degradation had no purpose other to display Nikki's control over him..

"As you wish," he said with obvious reluctance.

To Diana's astonishment, he picked warm soft pile in his left hand and dumped it in a nearby trash can. His obvious obedience was embarrassing and he couldn't look either of them in the eye. "May I wash my hands?" he asked contritely.

"Please do," Nikki responded. "Use lots of soap and make sure they are scrubbed. I want to hold hands when we continue the walk."

"Of course," he replied. He glanced at Diana as he turned toward the public restrooms. Her jaw had literally dropped in astonishment as she watched him go. That look alone made the task worth the humiliation he felt. He knew this act of obedience ensured Nikki's win in this "pissing contest."

Nikki turned to Diana. "Now what was it you were saying about controlling a man?" she asked smugly.

Diana watched Laird as he proceeded to the restroom. She turned to Nikki. "That was unbelievable," she said with a bit of awe in her voice. "I could never get any boy to do that, especially just for a whim,"

"He enjoys catering to my whims," Nikki replied. Then she smiled and her eyes sparkled. "And I do enjoy embarrassing him."

They were still chatting when Laird returned. "All nice and clean now?" Nikki asked.

"Yes. I scrubbed real good."

"Soap? Under fingernails?"

"Yep. Yep."

"Good. Now lick and suck each finger--10 seconds each, just to be sure."

Laird glanced at Diana then back to Nikki who was smiling with those sparkling eyes. He knew his hands were clean, but the "yuk factor" was strong. It was probably just his imagination but he thought he could still smell dog shit. Nikki was obviously showing off her ability to dominate him. He felt a tinge of anger that Nikki would humiliate him further and demonstrate his submission in front of his fantasy girl, but it was way too late for him to object now. Dutifully, he stuck his right pointer finger into his mouth and started sucking it while obviously swirling his tongue around it. His anger quickly dissipated as he was again hit by a wave of erotic submission. He was aware that his his reaction was evidenced by obvious movement in front of his pants.

Diana started to giggle at the sight of him standing there sucking on his fingers. "And I thought I could control men. I could never get anyone to do that."

Nikki smiled. "Maybe if you tried to be more dominant instead of relying strictly on seduction, you might have better luck." She pointed to Laird's groin where the infamous tent was forming. "You can see his reward for complying to my wish for him to humiliate himself. I didn't have to do a thing." She conveniently omitted the fact that she had him in a near constant state of arousal all morning.

Though Laird was starting to get used to women talking about him as if he wasn't there or didn't matter, he was still embarrassed by it. The fact that they commented on his erection while he dutifully stood before them sucking his fingers added to his humiliation.

"Done," he said finally as he extended his fingers for inspection.

Nikki looked at his extended hands. "Your thumbs?"

Laird sighed in defeat and started sucking on his thumb. Both women remained silent as they watched him suck his thumb, but Laird could sense they were both on the verge of laughing. As he finished one thumb and switched to the other, Nikki slapped his tented trousers playfully a couple of times. This caused Diana to break her silence and start giggling with Nikki breaking into laughter as well. The silken feel of the panties on his newly shaved groin assured that any erotic thoughts were amplified. He was mortified when he looked down where Nikki slapped his pants. The panties did little to absorb or shield precum and a huge wet circle was now prominent above his crotch.

He finished and again held out his hands for inspection. "Very good," Nikki said. "Now go wash the saliva off of them," she said as she sent him back the the restroom.

When he returned, Laird was glad to see Diana had left. He opened his hands as he approached showing sparkling clean hands. She grabbed them and pulled their clustered hands to her chest where they were cushioned by her breasts. She then pulled their hands down causing Laird to bend down where her upturned lips waited for his. "You were magnificent," she said huskily as their lips melded together. When the kiss broke, she released their hands and turned around, leaning against his chest and stomach. She reached for his hands and wrapped his arms around her pressing his hands on her stomach. She could feel his hard eager shaft press against her lower back.

In response, Laird bent down and tenderly kissed her neck. He heard her moan as her body pressed against and she guided his hands up to cup her breasts. He savored the feeling their weight in his hands. She moaned again as his fingers lightly teased her erect nipples. He couldn't help but thrust his hardness against her. If it wasn't a public park, he might have ripped her clothes off and she would have let him. But they could hear kids playing and their secluded spot was soon to be not so secluded.

"Time to go home," Nikki said as she pulled away. Laird sighed as their brief interlude came to an end. He adjusted his pants so they wouldn't tent and he stayed close as he followed her to the car in order to hide the prominent wet circle from the view of other park visitors.

During the ride to Laird's house Nikki rubbed his inner thigh and played with the outline of his cock through his pants. Though he was paying the price of blue balls, Laird loved every minute of it. As usual, they parked in Laird's driveway and they walked to Nikki's house hand in hand.

As they passed Nikki's next-door neighbor's house, their redheaded friend, Pam, came out. "Hi there," she said waving amicably. Then noticing the held hands, "Hey are you two an item?"

The couple looked at each other and back to her as they grinned with an unspoken but very obvious affirmation. "What? Where? When? Why? How? I can't believe it, You two were always at each other's throat." She pointedly looked down at Laird's crotch. "Never mind the 'why' question," she said with a laugh.

With stinging ears, Laird excused himself to go change clothes. He could hear the girls laugh as he jogged back to his house.

"Welcome back, How was college?" Nikki asked after Laird departed.

"It was great," Pan responded. Then after a pause, "It would have been better if your brother and I went to the same college."

Nikki smiled. She had watched her brother and friend's childhood relationship transform to a romantic one. They were barely at the stage of acknowledging the change when they separated and went off to differing colleges. "Grant might be home by how, " she said. "Come on over and we can catch up." She smiled knowingly. "I suspect he will be anxiously wanting to catch up with you."

Pam giggled a bit self consciously. "I hope so."

When he got home, Laird changed and he dutifully rinsed out the pink panties, hanging them in the shower to dry. On his way to Nikki's house, he met Dave (Pam's brother) just arriving from college and they walked to the Long's residence together. When they were all there, Mrs Long suggested they stay for dinner and they could visit and catch up on everyone's activities during the months they were apart. All readily agreed and Mrs. Long phoned to invite Pam and Dave's parents.

The dinner passed uneventfully with everyone telling about their experiences at school. The parents pretty much stayed in the background and listened to their kids. They learned more about their kids' activities from listening to them interact for a couple of hours than they would have otherwise. There was some lighthearted general teasing directed at the two couples (Pam/Grant and Nikki/Laird), mostly about the change in interest from when they were kids.

Nikki noticed that it was her Dad who did most of the cooking, serving, and cleanup. That was the way it always was in their household and seemed normal. Now, after the revelations she learned earlier, she understood the dynamics.

Laird suggested they have a backyard party at his house the next day. It was a free day. No school. It would be a pre-graduation celebration. It would be like old times They could play the games they did as kids--ping pong, croquet, cards, board games, badminton, etc. If they brought swimsuits, he would fire up the outdoor spa. There was a barbecue that was begging to be used. They could make a day of it.

Laird turned to Dave. "Hey, I think Mary might be back home for the summer. Why don't you invite her?" Mary Jackson lived in the house adjacent to Larid's on the side away from the other houses. She was Laird's age (20), very pretty, dark mid length hair, and well endowed. Her family moved there just a few years ago and she never interacted with the others on the block. She was popular at school but, being a grade higher than most on the block, she was in different social circles. However, it was common knowledge on the block that Dave was infatuated with her, But he had been too intimidated to do more than fantasize. She, being year older, made a big difference in approachability.

"Go ahead," Laird persisted when Dave didn't respond immediately. "What's the worst that could cold happen? She says 'no' and you're no worse off than never seeing her. She says 'yes' and you get a chance to know her.

Laird's friend took a deep breath. "Okay. You're right," he said finally. With that he went into another room to call her. Five minutes later, he returned shaking slightly from nerves but smiling. "She said 'yes.'"

"Great!" Laird said as he slapped him on the back.

"Um. One problem. She asked what time should she come over."

Laird blinked. He hadn't thought about that. He looked over at the others. "Hey. What time should we start?" Everyone looked blank.

"Okay," he said making the decision on the spot. "Official starting time is oh-nine-hundred. Come anytime after that. We stop when we're tired.

Dave grinned at his friend. "Is that 9:00am in real people time?"

Laird laughed as he hit his friend's shoulder hard with his palm. "Yes, you goofball, 9:00am 'real people time.'"

Grinning, Dave ran off to the other room to call Mary back.

With that Laird declared that he should leave. He needed to pick up snacks, beverages, hot dogs, burgers, charcoal, etc.

Nikki offered to go with him. She discretely told her mother not to wait up.

Mr. Long took out his wallet. "Let me help with the groceries son."

"Thanks Mr. Long. But it's my party and I can afford it. Besides, you already provided me with a meal fit for a king. Thank you."

On that note, they left. They picked up what they needed for the party and it was unloaded in the kitchen. Throughout their getting things ready for the party, Nikki ever missed an opportunity to brush by or bump into Laird and he always responded with a hug, hand hold, or a touch. "How would you like ice cream as a reward for helping me set up? Laird asked as he wrapped her in his arms.

"I would love some," she said with dancing eyes, Laird put on some music and scooped out two bowls of vanilla covered with caramel and chocolate syrup. He carefully topped each with a cherry. Just as they sat down to eat, Nikki picked up her cherry with a spoon and let it roll off the spoon to the floor by her feet.

Laird immediately jumped up. "Don't worry about it. I'll get you another,"

"No, please. Don't bother. I've got one right here," she said as she scooped the cherry from his bowl and held it up."You can have the one I dropped." pointing to the floor.

He started to reach for it. "Oh no," Nikki declared with sparkling eyes. Don't touch it with dirty hands,"

"But the floor is dirtier than the flo..." He noticed her look and eyes. "Oh."

She smiled a close-lipped smile and nodded slightly. There was no question as to her intent. Laird felt the now-familiar erotic surge when she exerted her dominance and unleashed his submissive desires. He was thankful he wasn't wearing the cage. He dropped to his knees and crawled to the fallen cherry. He looked up ar her and she nodded again as if giving a dog permission. He hunched down picked up the cherry with his teeth and lips. He again looked up at her and chewed it a she ate hers.

"Remember, at the beach, when you got down to pick up the sand dollar for me?"

He smiled and nodded.

"You said you liked the view of me from down there." Laird nodded again, still smiling. "Well, I enjoyed the view of you from above you. Let's finish our ice cream and enjoy the view." With that, she placed his bowl on the floor, scooped some ice cream from her bowl, and pointedly enveloped the spoon with her lips. Laird was mesmerized. His ears burned as he realized what he was expected to do. He knew the fact he had no spoon was not due to an oversight on her part. Additionally, she had placed the bowl on the floor instead of handing it to him. He could feel her amused gaze as he lowered himself on all fours and dipped his face into the bowl. "Good boy."

By the time they finished, Lairds face was smeared with ice cream, caramel, and chocolate. Nikki laughed when he looked up at her. "I'll get a wet cloth and clean you up a bit." She rose and headed to the sink. When she rose, Laird was hit by the scent of arousal as the air from under her skirt wafted by. He wondered if she was as stimulated as he was.

When she returned with a wet cloth, she had him rise on his knees so she could clean his face. He felt like a child as she cleaned his face. She finished and kissed his upraised forehead before returning to the kitchen to return the cloth.

He rose and followed her back to the kitchen and encircled her waist with his arms. Pulling her close to him, he bent and kissed her on the neck below her ear. She sighed and relaxed against him. He started swaying to the music playing in the other room. She turned in his arms and faced him as their swaying evolved into a slow dance.

Then a tango, Hernando's Hideaway, started playing. At his lead, they started to dance. Though both had a little exposure to the tango, neither was proficient. It didn't matter. They imitated what they had seen in movies and laughed as the music came to a sharp pause and they stopped and looked at each other. Laird put her into a deep dip in time to the music and stole a quick kiss while he supported her weight. During an interlude, he lifted her off her feet and he swung her around in a full circle. She squealed in delight and they both laughed as the maneuver ended in a warm embrace and a long kiss. The music moved on to another piece but Laird quickly changed it back and put it on repeat.

They continued with exaggerated tango style, not minding that they were often out of sync with the music, missed steps, or didn't step at all. They just had fun with it.

Then Laird started chanting his own lyrics to the time of the music:

"Too bad it's getting oh so late.

I need you so to be my mate.

Then I won't have to masturbate.

I really love you so, Okay"

Nikki laughed at his rendition and a few tried to mimic his attempt a few bars later:

"I won't let you masturbate.

A tease I know that you hate.

But that is really just your fate.

I really love you too. Okay."

Laughing, they continued such lyrics, not caring that more often than not, they didn't flow or fit with the music, didn't really rhyme, "da da da" was substituted for words, or ended abruptly.

Soon Laird started to act out what he was saying as they danced:

"I know I may not get a pass

But now I'm going to squeeze your ass.

I really love you too. Okay."

As he uttered those words, he did indeed grab her ass cheeks.

Nikki laughed and playfully slapped his hand away and quickly replied:

"You were so very very quick.

Don't you know I own your dick.

I really love you too. Okay."

As she sung the verse, she grabbed his rigid shaft through his pants.

There was an interlude where Laird swung her around with a flourish as he tried to compose another lyric.

"To be with you I 'm such a glutton.

With that in mind I'll undo a button.

Oh yes I really love you so. Okay!"

As he chanted, he was able to undo a couple of buttons.

"You are taking such a chance.

It's too bad about your pants."

With that she was able to unfasten his belt.

"And now I'm going to cup your breast.

That it is great I will attest."

His hand gently but firmly cupped her breast for several beats of music.

"I really try not to be sp rude.

But you should be made very nude."

To the beat of the music, she undid the button on his pants and pulled them down.. To keep from tripping, he pulled her with him as he rolled onto the sofa. Laughing, kissing, teasing, and singing increasingly poor and bawdy lyrics, they stripped the clothes from one another.

Laird's hands and fingers were all over Nikki's body, teasing and caressing. She reciprocated and their mutual arousal surged. To the music that was still playing, they would often blurt out a rhyme to match their actions. The rhymes came less often as Laird started kissing her incessantly. His mouth started on her neck and shoulder, then lingered on her breast as his tongue tease the nipple. His lips took a tantalizing slow trek down her side and across he stomach. He nuzzled his face into her crotch and his tongue darted in and around her moist vaginal lips. Finally Laird stood and picked her up from the sofa:

"And now it's time to forget this rhyme.

It's time to make you really mine."

Through he growing lust, she barely made out the words. She became aware of his strength as he easily carried her only pausing to turn off the music and some lights. She squirmed in his arms, not really trying to get away, but to feel his strength as he held her.

The music was gone, but the rhythm was still in him as he lowered her to the bed:

"You may think that I'm really daft.

But now is the time to sheath my shaft."

As he was mouthing the lyrics, he tore open a condom and rolled it over his now dripping penis. He looked down at Nikki who, while squirming in her need, held out her arms to embrace him. Smiling, instead of accepting the embrace, he grabbed and held her wrists in his left hand. She tried to break his grip and failed. Laird easily maintained his one-handed grip and let the fingers of his right hand drag and flutter across her writhing body. After his light flickering touch traversed her breasts and stomach, his finger invaded her waiting sex teasing her clit.

Her struggles increased as she fought his grip on her wrists. In the back of her mind, she was amazed that he had the strength hold her so firmly with one hand while he teased her with the other. She looked up at him as he straddled her on the bed. Easily holding her hands above her head, she was open and vulnerable. She looked up at his smiling face. His cock was set to enter her with its tip teasing her waiting and eager vaginal lips.

With a smug smile he looked down on her arching body as she tried to accept the entry of his cock. He pointedly delayed the entry they both wanted so desperately. Her eyes glared at him as she futilely fought his grip. "Red?" he asked mischievously, mocking her need.

"Green! You fucking bastard! she growled. "BRIGHT green!"