JoAnna.2

JoAnna.2

I suppose this could be read as a standalone, but I would suggest reading JoAnna.1 first to better understand how things got the way they are now.

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My wife JoAnna loves me so much...

... Jo allowed almost 2 years for me to discover... despite my being debate club president in high school, being a project manager at work, captain of my high school football, captain of the high school baseball team, a captain of my college football team, and college baseball team...

... My wife taught me that I am... submissive to my Jo. A total, absolute submissive to her wants and needs. Nothing in my previous life has made me so happy as pleasing Jo.

Once I accepted that reality, I accepted that I needed her, and her control. She decided we needed to get married. Granted, she rushed us to it so she could collect a massive inheritance from her aunt, but not my concern because I am submissive to my Jo, and her family of women.

My wife is a beautiful big woman.

Take a prototypical beauty, say Emily Ratajkowski, sprinkle her with Miracle Grow and you'll get my wife, all 6'-1", 208 pounds, 56-32-38 with H-cups. Everything about her physically, exudes the classic beauty form... except that she is large which apparently scared off so many manly men she was still single at the age of 34 when I met her.

While I am 6'-4", and 220 pounds, when we stand together and she spoons me, I look smaller than my spouse which is fine with me. She is beautiful, and she loves me.

Obviously, my Jo is physically large, larger than most men would like but I think that adds to my desire for her. I can't remember ever saying no to anything she wants, even before we actually began officially dating.

I willingly traded in my male ego to be taken care of by my Jo. I mean DAMN! Can anyone look at my life and not want it? The ONLY thing it cost me was my ego.

FOR THIS SHE CAN KEEP IT!

I had friends who thought they were in heaven having sex 7 times a week. Jo challenged me to count how many orgasms I have in a week.

By the end of my first month here... I got up to TWENTY SIX!!!!!!!! Sunday thru Saturday. When I got past 7 on Tueday, I was smiling the rest of that week. Well, that's not fair. My wife goes out of her way to make sure I'm happy all the time.

...

It's been a month since we permanently moved from Millstone, NJ to Jo's inherited farm in Oneida, TN.

I've ever been happier. There are no other men here, so my male ego is never touched.

Being the inferior house male, I have rules:

• I wear no clothes without explicit permission from my Jo, or her mother or

sisters if Jo is not around

• I am to always be submissive to Jo's mother and sisters. I am to please them

in any way they desire

• Being her inferior, I always sit below my Jo. If she is sitting in a chair, I am

kneeling next to her, unless she has explicitly has me sit in her lap, which we

both enjoy with her hands all over me. If she is sitting on the ground, I am to

lie next to her on my back spread eagle so I am available and vulnerable to

her touch.

I like being vulnerable to my Jo.

I list them as rules, because they were something new that I had to learn. But now they are part of my life. I don't think about them, I live them. They are my nature.

At Jo's direction, the only clothes I wear during the day are my sandals, but only if we are leaving the house or yard.

So, of the 768 plus hours I've been here, maybe 2 hours were with a shirt on for work SLACK calls and that is it. For those video calls, I sit bottomless at my desk, anxious to get the call done so Jo will come over and take the shirt.

It pleases my Jo that I am naked. Her rewards for me, caressing my body where ever, whenever it pleases her. When she touches me, I totally zone out. The emotional warmth of her caring for me is... I don't like her to untouch me.

THE SEX! When she decides and takes me, I zone out but with a total different focus. My Jo is a lustful woman. When she only wants me twice a day I get concerned she is not feeling well.

She wanted me 6 times one day. While she has no problem getting me ready, by the 4th time, my 'ammo' was running low. Numbers 5 & 6? I was able to 'get her off', but I was shooting blanks by then. That night... MY BALLS ACHED!!!

Why am I restricted to a 20,000-acre plantation, naked, surrounded by a ranch full of dressed women?

Back in New Jersey, I was aggressive in sports and most other things. I would not back down, occasional getting into fist fights in pickup basketball games. Yea, I was one of those testosterone fueled morons.

My Jo hated my uncontrolled aggression. She found that when I am without clothing, she can easily control me and my emotions. And, well, I get off on being ogled by my beautiful loving spouse.

First and foremost, the Hawkins family is matriarchal. The Hawkins women are raised with the premise that women are superior to men. That family tradition has existed since they established this plantation in 1847.

So my being out of control is unacceptable.

With the commercial horse ranch Jo runs being about 15 miles away, the horse trails and fields come nowhere near the plantation. There are too many young people, primarily young girls from 8 to 18.

Not wanting to be arrested, and knowing I will never see clothes again, my being seen is not on the agenda. I can't disappoint Jo.

Yes, it is a plantation, but they took a lot of heat from other land owners for not having slaves or indentured servants. Instead, they had their husbands and sons naked, working the plantation as a horse farm, so indentured servants and slaves were not needed.

Apparently the husbands of that first century had no argument, each generation of Hawkins had at least 8 kids.

Anyhow, because of the submissive naked males, 1800s local women were strictly forbidden by their men from visiting the plantation. But nationally, the plantation became popular and known to women suffragettes, and artists.

There are signed paintings by well known artists of the day, like Elizabeth Southerden Thompson and Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau. The interesting thing is that these women were never known for doing nudes, but the paintings on the walls are of the dressed Hawkins women, and their naked men, often with the mansion in the background.

There are even 1870 era photos of noted suffragette Lizzie Crozier French, and her sisters standing with Victoria Hawkins, and her husband sitting at Miss Victoria's feet.

All of this happened because during the Civil War, the family not having slaves made the horse ranch popular with the northern military. This allowed the family to sell their prize horses to northern officers at premium prices.

That was the source of the family wealth today. My Jo is not a billionaire, yet.

Since we first moved in, I start Jo's mornings with my head between her thighs until she is ready to ride me before breakfast.

At lunch, I'm flat on my back, often outside in the grass in full view of her mother and sisters so she can feed me my lunch by riding my tongue. When she is content, she mounts me for her afternoon ride.

I don't know that I'm getting off because I'm being sexually used by my wife, or because she is using me in front of her mother and sisters, proving I'm an exhibitionist.

I think I'm more into pleasing my wife. Exciting my exhibitionist fetish is just a side benefit.

After dinner she loves to play with my body, usually around the outdoor pool where her family usually watches and sometimes participates.

Usually, while the women discus worldly matters, my mind is off on another planet, stretched out on my back with my butt in Jo's lap, vulnerable to her touch anywhere it pleases her. She edges me all evening, then she uses me before our shower and going to bed. There are times during the day when she has me meet any special desires.

Don't get me wrong. 'Using me' sounds impersonal, but in my mind, I am her property. I love her, and I know she loves me, so her 'using me' is very important to my wellbeing. If she ever stops 'using me', I would crawl into a corner crying, and fall apart.

...

The first days after moving here were rough. By night time Jo's demand was so extreme I was 'spitting blanks', but my body eventually caught up to meet her needs, though barely until our 3rd week here.

Life is very different than my first trip here, but I like the attention. I spend a lot of my day a little breathless, and aroused.

While it is understood by her family that I am Jo's, and coitus is limited to Jo. But that does not exclude me from being used by her family for 'other' services a healthy male might provide.

With Jo being the estate owner, and being a project manager at work (back in Somerville, NJ) there are periods during the day where she will be on a video call of her own, or away from the mansion dealing with an estate issue. That's when Jo's mom and sisters look after me.

Clara, Jo's mom always wanted a son so she mothers me by giving me a bath with her flashing me mountains, and I mean mountains of her cleavage to keep my attention while she hand washes my body... all of me.

Jo's big sister Chloe, has me swim laps in the pool, but only after her performing an ear popping oral attack on my erection. She scares me because I always feel her teeth, and I think Chloe knows she makes me nervous. My fear makes it more fun for her.

Afterwards she usually stretches out on her back on the pool deck and has me in the pool with my head between her legs.

Jo's little sister Sylvia and her girlfriend Hannah are the 3rd team of my daycare workers. Though lesbians, they never turn down the opportunity to occupy my time. They love to watch me exercise, and when done, they have me on my back in the grass and each rides my tongue to orgasm.

All of these women love covering my body in sunscreen, then stretching me out in the grass.

I would have a hard time (no pun intended) believing any 'single' person interested in women would turn down advances from the ladies in my family. I might understand guys being hesitant approaching Jo or Patricia (both being a kind of frighteningly large Amazonians) because many guys prefer smaller women to feed their male 'superiority' egos.

When I am not working at my desk, and Jo is around, my wife, my owner, mothers me to the hilt, or perhaps a better description, my hilt is rarely sheathed with Jo playing with my body. I need to be touching her, or be touched by her.

I LOVE JO PLAYING WITH MY BODY...

No matter who is there to watch. Where and when is Jo's decision, not mine.

We were married by a male judge, but the family preacher was a 40-year-old minister by the name of Geraldine Booker. She and Chloe had been school mates and had stayed close. Jo was disappointed Miss Geri wasn't available to marry us, telling me of all the things that would have happened at our wedding, like no men, and us getting married with me naked. She loves to tell stories about what would have happened.

The first time I met Miss Geri she was wearing her collar, and I was wearing nothing. Miss Geri circled me like she was looking to buy me, then kissed me. Ok, I did get aroused having an attractive woman priest examining my naked body. It seemed kinky.

"Jo, if he is as good as his body, you've landed a winner."

Miss Geri has only seen me without clothes and has watched Jo caress my body during lunch while they are talking. Jo wants to use me in front of a priest because she knows I was raised a catholic and the humiliation drives me up the wall. I occasionally sneak a peek, and Miss Geri always watches, not sure if that is with a smile happy for Jo, or a smile of lust.

Miss Geri comes over several times a month, and my mistress loves how aroused I get with Miss Geri watching my... being used.

With my religious upbringing, I always look forward to Miss Geri coming for lunch.

It may seem demeaning to the testosterone world that I am babied by beautiful women who bring me to orgasm several times a day, making me feel loved while I am pleasing them by submitting to their smallest whims.

Personally, I don't give a damn what the testosterone world thinks.

I'M THRILLED!

When Jo took me, she decided I'm not allow to masturbate, that I shouldn't ever have the need to masturbate.

????

Been over a year since I had that desire.

...

I want to give Jo my undivided attention, full time. I want to quit my job so I am at her beck and call 7x24. But I'm afraid to bring it up. Other than in bed, it's not my place to make suggestions to my owner.

***

I'm in heaven with my husband taking care of all my needs, both emotional and physical. I didn't marry him solely because of his appendages, but I did get lucky. He is not only physically gifted, and eager, but DAMNED GOOD with a body that can take your breath away!

Because of my physical demands on him, he's lost 8 pounds since we got here.

I love his needy snuggling into me, his need to touch me.

I decided to test this need. For four days I did not ride and did not allow him to ride me. I did not allow him to touch me, only me caressing him. I spent a little extra time caressing his body every day, nothing erotic, but he still had multiple orgasms on each of those four days. To be honest, I was so thrilled that first day because it seems my pet loves me. All he really needs is my touch, and I enjoy touching him.

I tried to get through a fifth day, but by then, his not touching me was too much stress for me. That night, my 200 pound frame rode that horse, I would have won the Kentucky Derby. I am proud to tell you I rode that horsey into the ground, with multiple orgasms.

Despite my riding him that hard, when I rolled off my pet on all fours, he exercised his lone right as a male in this household, allowing him total sexual freedom in bed, and quickly mounted me doggie.

What he did that night was... pulling on both my nipples like they were reins he pounded me from behind with a vengeance, and he felt HUGE!!!

I actually thought he snuck a toy into bed, NOPE!!!

I don't know how many more times I came, but when he finished with me I collapsed on my stomach in exhaustion. I fell asleep feeling him kissing and caressing my butt. He does love caressing my butt with his fingers.

I asked him why he does it so often, "Because my owner has one of the sexiest butts I've ever seen, or touched."

His endurance and his abilty to feed my ego are not the reason I took him, but they are ONE HELL OF A PERK!!!

...

I do love him for more than his body. I want all of his attention on me so I'm thinking about him quitting his job. We don't need his income. I'll need to find something to keep his brain active, and give his body time to recover from my mating needs. I have the farm to keep me occupied, but there is nothing here for him to do that could mentally challenge him. He's an intellectual asset I feel like I'm wasting.

Really, his mental 'regression' (I don't know what else to call it) is becoming something of a worry. Sixty days here and he is becoming more docile every day.

For three straight days last week the only time he spoke was to tell me he loved me. Definitely not a terrible thing but his mind is as important to me as his body.

Then, this morning, I got really pissed off at someone at the ranch, so pissed off I took it out on my pet's ass. Totally out of character for me, I pounded his butt by the poolside with everyone watching. He didn't question it, he did nothing but what I told him to do. When I was done, his butt was so red it could have been a heat source if it had been winter.

It made me feel better, except, except...

... when I finished he was sobbing heavily, tears were pouring down his face. I rolled him off my lap to go stand in the corner facing the house, so we could all see his glowing red ass. What I hadn't noticed was that sometime during his spanking he had a massive orgasm, or maybe several. I had a massive lake of sperm between my legs.

Feeling like I failed him, I calmed down quickly. I punished him for something he didn't do, and my pet was totally turned on because he loves and trusts me.

BUT I DIDN'T NOTICE HIS ORGASM!

My pet deserves much better.

When he was done sobbing, I led him to our favorite spot near the stream where he made me feel worse. Being ashamed for disappointing me (for something he didn't do), he made passionate love to me for hours as an atonement.

For all intent and purposes, I own him. I can't apologize for a mistake I may have made because it could raise doubts in his mind over giving me total control. I want him, I don't want him to doubt my control over him.

But has my control gone too far? He's not a painslut, yet he orgasmed during a spanking.

Having him under my desk while I'm on the phone would be wonderful but I want him for more than a sex toy... LOL for which he is excellent!!!

The other thing is that other than my mom, Chloe, Sylvie, and Hannah have shown signs of looking at him solely as a sex slave.

Chloe pushed that thought hard after lunch today. When I came out from going to

the bathroom, she had my pet up on a picnic table on all fours, and she was milking him like a cow into a wine snifter. He did as he was told by my sister, but I must have been in the house longer than I realized because it looked like she had at least a shot glass of my pet's sperm in there.

I immediately took him to bed to hold him. He seemed happy about being held, and I didn't ask him about his being milked.

But it gets potentially worse. My big sis Patricia Abigail may be moving here soon. I suggested it to my entire family before the ink was dry on my inheritance from Aunt Sara, with the suggestion to all that we crank up a family business for all of us to work on.

When she first saw him spread eagle between those trees on that Jersey cliff, if I hadn't been there she would have devoured him on the spot.

My sister is a bit scary, making me think of a tarantula. I've often wondered if she doesn't kill and eat her partners after sex. I've only met one of them a second time.

She is talking about moving home and retiring, but if she does, she'll probably want full access to my pet.

If I open that sexual door, not counting Ma, he'll be servicing 5 women. I don't want to share more than the view, and some heavy flirting. I don't mind (too much) the girls having him orally pleasing them as long as it's occasional.

Ma always wanted a son, so she'll be happy treating him like a little boy, while maintaining his nice erection for her sexual ego's sake, and i don't think my pet is ever disappointed by my Mom's dilligence is cleaning him.

I already stretch his limits, sexually and emotionally (though he is 'growing' to meet my expanding demands).

Pat and Chloe would push him over those line for sure.

I don't think Hannah would be far behind them.

Sylvie has always been private about her sex life since she came out. But I think if she is pleasing Hannah, she may be as aggressive as any of us.

It's not going to go well having them schedule appointments for access, especially if they reduce my quality time with my pet. He is mine.

I love my sisters but they've all had their men. I waited 36 years to get mine, and they didn't share theirs like I'm sharing mine.

But with Pat around him, I may have to cuff him to me to limit her access.

My pet is not their answer.

HE IS MINE!

...

It's a Friday, the housekeeping crew is here this morning. Holding his hand, I walk him into the woods to our stream. I don't understand my feelings, but today I didn't want him to wear sandals today. I guess I wanted him totally naked, nothing, nada.

I was aroused walking here with him and normally he is semi-erect walking here, but it must have had the same impact on him, he was stone hard.

Stretching him out in the grass, I feel pride.

He's still fully erect. One of many reasons I love him. He loves me, and I always enjoy seeing the physical proof.

Running my fingertips from his inner knees to his lips to allow him to suck on my fingers, I always marvel at his erection. Yes, the largest in my limited experience.

My $35 stainless steel firelog splitter is almost 7" long, and it's diameter at the base is 3.5".

In comparison, my pet is bigger in every dimension. His stays locked at a 90-degree angle to his body, and when flicked, it is like flicking that 4 pound log splitter,

IT DOESN'T MOVE!

I mean damn, it is a real joy to ride with its 'non-flexibility'. He is armed (with his bio log splitter) and he knows how to use it.

Taking my pet's penis and balls in hand, "Property, I've been thinking. I won't force you to, but I'm thinking I want you to quit your job. We..."

He practically jumps to his knees, placing his head in my lap, "... Yes! Please Mistress? Please Jo? Being with you all day long without interruption would make me so happy. It would allow me to please you on demand, without worrying about keeping my job. Please Jo? Pleasing you all day long is what I was meant to do. I would never have to be away from you."

He spoke more words right then, then in total for the previous week. And, OMG he's crying and begging?

"That was quick..."

I place him on his back again, and begin stroking him. He will not orgasm without permission, and I do love his squirming.

"... You've been thinking about this for a while?"

"When I am working, I'm not with you, but my focus is totally on you, and not work. I'm sure the quality of my work is nowhere near what it once was before you. I need you. I need to be with you. Please? I haven't been able to focus on anything else since you took me as yours. Your sisters keep me distracted at times, but they are not you. I feel like, if you allowed me to masturbate all day long it wouldn't be as pleasing to me as just being allowed to touch you."

My pet knows how to make me feel good.

His balls are getting larger, rising up in his scrotum. I love him and his body! I love how responsive he is to my touch.

He's begun light panting.

My pet's penis is pulsing with some urgency.

"I'm worried that you not working will really turn you into a farm animal. I..."

"... Mistress, no disrespect meant, but to everyone but you and your mom, I am a farm animal. My being an inferior, it is their right. Chloe milks me. We don't speak, she tells me what to do and she tells me 'good boy. The only time my daycare workers talk to me is to tell me what they want me to do. Since moving here, my interaction with work is emails and audio slack, no face-to-face contact. Jo, you are the only one stimulating my mind. Add that pleasure to my being..."

His hips, his body involuntarily thrusts up.

I do love my control over my mate.

"Not yet my pet."

"... how happy... pleasing you, you are... everything, I..."

Another involuntary thrust.

"... I want, I need to be everyplace with you where you believe I won't embarrass you."

There is something about him confirming he is my pet that feeds my emotions. Still molesting my pet, I unbutton my blouse and drop my terrycloth shorts to my ankles. My pet convinced me that when home I am better off going commando.

"I need my morning pet fix."

On my back, pulling him down on top of me, he kisses my lips.

He may be my pet, but he has learned how to control my body. His 5th and 6th appendages (penis and tongue) easily manipulate me to orgasm, sometime I think on a whim, let alone on my demands.

He has also learned that when I am edged first, my orgasms are TITANIC.

He doesn't do that all the time, usually only when he knows I have time to recover.

Today, I have time to recover.

That I know what's coming, has not been a problem yet. He can still get me there faster than I would like but I get so damned impatient...

... His nose is sniffing around my clit, which always makes me smile thinking some pup is sniffing around where it doesn't belong, then that anaconda between his teeth comes out and...

... I've actually looked twice when that thing hits my cervix, thinking he was using some toy.

NOPE!

I don't look anymore. I'm in it for the ride now.

When it spirals back into his mouth my thighs involuntarily squeeze his head in place, and that thing comes forth again.

I've had a few lesbian encounters in my day and though they had skills... NOT LIKE THIS!

By that thing's forth lap (DAMN I STILL HAVE NO ENDURANCE AFTER MANY MONTHS) my body is vibrating.

"Pet!"

He spreads my legs and THAT... enters its second home.

Despite its size, I'm so turned on I'm easily impaled.

His lips lock onto my engorged left nipple to suckle, and that splitter slowly follows the trail of that damned anaconda.

I own him.

Uhhh yes.

He is...

... He is always at my beck and call, I...

... Oh God yes...

... he makes sure my orgasms happen, even if his doesn't.

With the demands I allow my sisters to make of...

... MOTHER!!! That thing... his suckling is...

AHHH!!! MOTHHHHHHHHHHERRRRRRR!!!!!!

I would love to say that I easily accept what he does to my body...

... BUT THE CONVULSIONS IN MY ORGASM ARE!!

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

Staying in me, still suckling at my breast he raises his body a little to let me breathe.

Those times when he gets me to convulsions, I honestly don't know if he got there too.

When my breathing starts to become normal, he moves to my side and begins suckling my other nipple. My pet believes in equal opportunity for all breasts.

With his hand caressing my loins, with focus dead center between my thighs my pet...

... god I love him.

The stream has a few areas that are like 18" to 24" deep, depending on the recent rainfall, and we usually end up soaking together in the same spot.

After soaking our bodies, I usually roll over on top of him and we kiss. Of course I'm always pleased that despite the cool water, that splitter loves to let me know it's there.

When we get out, we stand in the sunlight to dry off a bit before my possession dresses me and we head back to the house hand in hand.

...

Damn.

There are no visiting cars in the driveway, but ten feet from the house, out the front door comes Pat. Too late to hide my pet, so I clamp down on his hand.

Kissing my cheek, "Chloe told me your pet isn't allowed any clothes at home but I didn't believe her. You're doing him right little sister."

She takes his hand and circles around him.

"Has he lost weight?"

"A little, but he is perfect now. He's down to 212 and I don't want him any lighter. I thought you'd be a few weeks before you got here."

"Me too. But with Hump and Mush laying off federal staffs with no clue about what those people are doing, I got the email. I'm done. If they happen to reach the conclusion they need me back they won't be able to afford me."

"What about your stuff?"

"Clothes will be here in a few days, the rest? I left it to go with the house when it sells. I figure for the time being I'll be here or at Mom's so I didn't need it."

"Were you looking for me or..."

"Yes, I thought we could have lunch."

"Sure. Pet, in the pool and when you're done on your belly in the grass."

Walking into the kitchen, nobody is there.

"Jo, I'm very impressed. Not only are you fine tuning that bod, but he is so obedient."

"Pat, can we get serious for a moment? I need some advice."

"Sure, let's go for a walk so we won't be disturbed."

...

"You're worried he's getting too submissive, too obedient?"

"Yes. He went consecutive days last week without saying a word. Yesterday I walk out into the pool area, and Chloe is milking him like a cow, and she collected what looked like at least one oz of sperm in a wine snifter."

"One ounce?"

"Yea, and that was after I rode him before breakfast and after lunch. She got more."

We sit down on the picnic bench in the woods.

"Jo, that's a lot of sperm in one day. Is he capable of doing that daily?"

"Yes, but there's more. When I told him I wanted to have him quit his job, he begged me to allow him to quit. When I told him I was afraid he would turn into a simple farm animal, he said Ma and the girls are already doing that. They never talk to him, just lead him around like a dog, telling him what to do, and apparently getting off when he does it. That's part of the reason he wants to quit, being with me, he would get some kind of attention, more mental stimulation all day long. I haven't discussed it with them yet, but..."

"... Babe, if my pet husband never speaks, but is desperate for my touch all day long, I would chain him to a fenceport in the yard so he's always avaiable. What could be better? Why don't you want him like that?"

"Because I waited 34 years to find him. If I just wanted a good fuck, I would have bought one of those electric piston penises and used it all day long. It would have been cheaper and emotionally easier. I could go to one of those artificial insemination clinics to have kids."

"But..."

"Pat, I want HIS kids. I want the man who stripped down around women unknown to him to submit to and please Sarah in her final days because I asked him to. If he hadn't, this farm could be a Vrbo or Airbnb bed & breakfast or under bulldozer by now. He did that! Not me! Not Ma! None of the girls. My husband made that happen because he has an awesome heart. I love that heart, and that it comes with his submissive personality and a body to make me sweat, he is the perfect mate for me."

"I can see your point, and you want more than just an elephant with a big dong. OK, I have a suggestion. He is stuck in a loop right now, the same daily routine. Throw him a curve to break up his monotony. Occasionally, take him out of his safe pet zone. Many subs are into embarrassment and/or humiliation. "

I peck her lips, "You are smarter than me just often enough for me to keep you around. At least now I can start looking for something specifically for him."

...

I got him out of fulltime employment, and had him accepted as an occasional contractor. I told him Thursday night, and my pet was so excited he spent the next three days pleasing me in bed. When his body was spent from making so many deposits into my body, his tongue was licking me almost raw between my legs, or attacking my breasts.

My body was well used.

We've had sessions before, but nothing like this. He gave me at least 4 baby oil massages to help defend my body parts from that beast in his mouth. He worked so hard to please me I would be surprised if he only lost 10 pounds that weekend.

We changed the bed linens several times daily.

I did nothing to help, I enjoyed everything he did to me, with me, for me, however you want to word it. But for my orgasms and heavy breathing, he did it all, yet I was so exhausted I took several naps a day, and when I woke up he started on me again.

Yea, he was feeling lustful, but lust would have burned him out that Friday.

By Sunday night, all was right in my universe. He was thoroughly exhausted. I was finally able to get him calm enough so I could spoon him through the night. He used every inch of me, and I was going to need a few days to recover, so I was so content that got was able to hold him for a few days.

As good as the sex was, or should I say awesome, the more awesomer(?) was that Saturday was my fertile day. I was leaking him all day Saturday, and knowing what day it was, I pushed him pretty hard, no pun intended.

And then on Tuesday, his old cell phone rang.

Praise the Lord, our universe is filling with positive vibes.

The caller ID Barb Rossi, my predecessor in his bed.

Something different in his day?

"Hello."

"Oh, hi. I may have the wrong number. I was looking for Bill?"

"No, you have the right number. He is out on a job and somehow forgot his cell. If this is an emergency I can probably..."

"... No, not an emergency, well, I, maybe, maybe it is, to me. I'm an old friend, Barbara Rossi, and who is this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm his boss, Jo, JoAnna Hawkins. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Well Jo, I had some time off and I thought I might visit him when I get to New Jersey."

"Miss Rossi, I..."

"... Barb."

"Thank you, Barb. Bill is no longer in Jersey. He works for me now, out of Tennessee."

"Tennessee, wow! When did that happen?"

"A few months ago. If you seriously want to see him, I'm sure we could find room for you."

Deep sigh on the phone, "Jo, I... I was just laid off from the National Nuclear Security Administration, and evicted in another one of Hump's federal purges, and I voted for the SOB."

"I understand. My sister was a forest ranger and she got here yesterday. Honey, Bill works hard for me but he is like my eldest child so I'm always looking out for him. That you have his number, you are more than welcome here."

"Bless you Jo, but Jo... I don't have the money to get there. Could you have Bill call me? I was hoping he'd pop for the plane ticket for an old friend. Jo, I'm sitting in the Amarillo, TX airport and I'm stuck here until, I hope, Bill bails me out. I mean I'm really screwed."

Oh, honey, if I had an evil bone in my body, you'd find out what screwed is. But you showing up here could drive Bill's lust levels to a new high. Besides, I know he still cares about you.

"Hold on Barb...... OK. Let me see... OK. There is a flight leaving at 10:30 AM. Get to the American ticket counter and there is a ticket under the name BARBARA ROSSI waiting for you. It gets to Knoxville after 3 PM local, and there will be a limo waiting for you. Now, we are out in the boonies so to speak so it's about a 90 minute ride to my farm and we'll have dinner waiting for you."

Big sigh, "Jo, I'm eternally grateful. You are a lifesaver."

"A friend of Bill's is a friend of mine... hey enjoy the scenery. New Jersey and Texas have no mountains like we have here. See you in a couple of hours."

"Thanks again Jo."

I'm really looking forward to both of their reactions. Hell maybe I should put multiple security cameras around the pool.

***

This Jo is awesome. A 1st class ticket? A seafood meal on the plane with wine! A stretch limo? And she was right, the scenery is awesome. Oneida is out in the sticks, but right next to a National Park and he loves hiking. It sounds like the perfect place for him.

Pulling into the farm...

WOW!!!!!!! It looks like a pre-Civil War southern plantation. It's gorgeous!

It's huge!

The limo driver comes around to open the door and... There is a huge woman on the steps... I... she is huge but she is also very... She's a gorgeous Amazon.

"Miss Rossi? Hi I'm JoAnne."

I rush into her with open arms, "MY SAVIOUR!"

She hugs me and kisses my forehead, "No honey. Bill is your savior. He saved us here big time, to where we will never be able to fully thank him. So helping you pales in comparison."

"Is he here?"

"Yes, but I didn't tell him you were coming so you'll be a big surprise for him."

Jo takes my bag, takes my hand, and leads me into the... mansion?

I'm stunned.

The large sweeping banister stairway, where she leaves my carry-on, it looks like original oak flooring, oak furniture, even the doors look like oak.

Elizabeth Thompson paintings? She did nudes? This mansion is in the background so she was definitely here. She was a European painter known for her military painting, not nudes, especially not nude men. Other than the Italians, it's very unusual for paintings in that period to have male nudes. Because men were the primary source of wealth back then, female nudes were the thing.

"Where does Bill live?"

"Upstairs. Your room is up there too."

I don't know how he got here, but DAMN, this place is awesome.

"Jo, you own all of this?"

"Yes, the house is about 16,000 square feet. If you're wondering about keeping it clean without 20 full time maids, technology is a wonderful thing. Except for the ball room which you will see shortly, all doors are kept closed. This allows us to recycle all the air in the house about 5 times an hour, through 14 hospital quality Hepa filter units. That keeps the house relatively dust free, a controlled environment for our art, and 24 robot vacuums pretty much 8 to 8 unless we have a major party. We have a cleaning company come in Tuesday and Friday mornings for everything else, and that's it."

She's still holding my hand, but I have to admit, she is making me feel comfortable.

Into the ball room, it's huge! Looking out, there are open folding doors which lead to a patio, which oversees a huge pool.

As we approach the doors, two women approach us, "Jo, who is this gorgeous creature you seem to be protecting from us?"

"Barb, this is my mother Clara, and my big sister Chloe. Ladies, this is Barbara Rossi, Bill's old girl friend."

"Nice to..."

Both women surround and hug me.

Clara, "That young man has never displayed anything but class, and this tiny thing is another example, a classic southern belle."

"So nice of you to say."

Chloe turns and yells out to the pool, "Bill! Company!"

I'm not facing the doorway when she yells for him, but I can hear him running up, barefoot?

I decide not to face him until he's close.

I turn with a smile...

... I think my jaw just dropped open, hitting the perfect oak floor.

He's on both knees, his hands on his thighs, turned up, knees spread and NAKED!!!

His only reaction to seeing me, I think is his erection is out in all its glory. Damn I miss that thing... BUT!!! Maybe he is always...

... HE'S NAKED!!!!

OUTSIDE!

IN THE SUNLIGHT!

IN FRONT OF THESE WOMEN, KNEELING LIKE A...

Jo, "Pet, Barbara is your friend. You have permission to act freely."

He stands.

He's shredded!

He looks like some stud in a Hercules movie!

He steps into me to hug me (my favorite toy ever is poking me in my solar plexus) and kisses my cheek.

I was hoping for more than a kiss on the cheek.

"Bill, I... You.. you're naked!"

He lets go of me and moves in front of Jo who wraps her arms around him to spoon him with one hand on his chest and the other... WHERE HIS PUBIC HAIR SHOULD BE!!!

"Bill, what is going on?"

"Miss Barabra, Jo is my wife. Miss Clara and Miss Chloe are my in-laws. I married into this matriarchal family where it is accepted that women are superior to men. I love Jo and accepted her family tradition which is, as a male, I have no rights but what Jo allows me, and she decided I deserve no clothing."

"Your wife?"

Well, there goes any chance of renewing that romance, and I'm stuck here now.

"Are... are you the only man here?"

"Yes, Miss Barbara."

Miss Barbara?"

Clara, "Ladies, dinner is ready."

Bill holds the chair for all of us, but there's only 4 place settings.

OMG!

He kneels to Jo's left... on the floor!

He's not allowed to sit at the table?

Jo, "I see the look on your face Barb, and no, my husband who is my pet is an inferior in our home. Inferiors do not sit at our tables, nor sit with us when we are relaxing..."

She is scratching his head like... a pet!

"... he will act, and be treated as a pet. Saying that, he has not left the property since we moved here, and he's not worn a stitch of clothing since our arrival. Correct pet?"

"Yes Jo."

"Would you prefer things be different?"

"No Mistress."

"Pet, feel free to answer any questions Miss Barbara asks you."

"Yes Jo."

"So Barb, my pet told me you are not only 'street' smart, but you have a very high IQ. Ignoring the mistake that you were pro-Hump and his mob, how did you end up in such a dire situation?"

I guess that is a nice way to rub it in.

"Well, with Bill's help I bought a home when I first moved there, and unfortunately, with the expectation I was going to be there a long time, I over extended my finances, so I was living check-to-check. Everything was perfect until about six weeks ago when a giant sink hole sucked my house and 4 others 40+ feet into the ground. I didn't have sink hole insurance, I mean who knew, and the resulting fire made the house, my car, and furnishings a total loss. Since the sink hole created the fire, my insurance covered nothing. I've been arguing with them. No go! What I have in my carry-on bag is all I own, because I've been burning cash living in an Extended Stay and getting a small wardrobe."

I take a large gulp of wine. I understand them wanting to know, but it's still difficult to talk about.

"And it gets worse. I still have that 30 year mortgage to pay, and now with no job, I'll need to declare bankruptcy. Girls, I don't have enough money to hire a lawyer to declare bankruptcy."

Jo's mom, Clara, touches my wrist and kisses my cheek. That simple act gives me a warm welcoming feeling.

"Thank you, Miss Clara."

I said 'Miss Clara'?

"So flat broke you went to the airport? Did you have a plan?"

"Well, yes. While we agreed to separate when I got this job, I have never been closer to anyone as I was to Bill outside of my parents. It was difficult for me to leave him, my sole hesitation in taking that job. As my parents had passed away, so my hope was for old-times sake, he would take pity, and help me out. Girls, this morning I was hanging by a string, hoping Bill would bail me out. Sitting here now, you knowing I am his EX, and you still helping me out I totally get Bill falling in love with you. Good hearts are difficult to find. To be honest, as unusual as this seems to me right now, I'm feeling jealous of your pet finding someone as loving and caring as you are. I know Bill well enough to see he is totally in love, maybe smitten is the better description."

Jo, "In the two plus years I that have been close to my pet, I've never questioned his judgement. I remember seeing your picture in his house, and you being so beautiful I was jealous of you. It's one night, but I understand his feelings for you."

I reach to refill my wineglass, empty.

Clara, "Pet, two bottles of the same."

"Yes, Miss Clara."

When he stands, I can't help myself, I zoom his body. There is only a hint of his cottontail butt, his all over tan is near perfect.

Between looking at his body, the wine, and the warm Tennessee night, I'm fairly warm, so I unbutton my blouse down to my bra.

When he returns, he is still hung like a horse. When he pours my wine, he is so close it's tempting to reach out and... HE'S MARRIED!

Owned?

Jo is unusually large for a woman, but she is all woman. Her proportions, her measurements could be scaled down and she'd still be beautiful. On top of that, she is just a wonderful woman. I get his loving her. Hell, it's only been a few hours but if I saw her in a bar, yea I could be tempted to hit on that.

***

Barb watching my pet so closely is making me smile. She still has a thing for him. It has only been an hour, but if I was BI, I'd be all over that.

I usually don't think of women in these terms but she is exquisite. She has small delicate features, the body of an underage teen, but big breasted to the size that is the max she could have and still be exquisite.

"Hon, what is it you do for a living?"

"Ha! Did! For the feds, I was the HQ office manager, and H/R director. When I was hired, they told me it was primarily for my organizational skills, for which they paid very nicely for a government job. But now..."

"... Relax honey. My pet's belief in you and my good feelings about you, you have a place to stay as long as you need one."

So cute, a tear runs down her face, "Thank you, Jo."

Picking up my glass, "Pet, take the wine please."

He grabs the wine bottles. I move us to the deck lounge area with more comfortable seating, sitting in the middle of the couch. Mom hands out her kisses, kissing Barb good night too and heads off to bed.

My pet puts the wine on the table and moves to the floor near me, "No honey. Up."

***

He... he sits in her lap?

Bill is a big man, but sitting in her lap he seems smaller...

... WOW!!!

... She turns him and has him lie down across her lap. His erection seems renewed, and no more than 10" from her face.

Jo, "So if I understood you correctly, everything you own is in your bag. How many days' worth of clothing do you have before we take you out clothes shopping?"

Damn that is hot! Not a stitch on his body to impede her hands from anywhere on his body. Her hands begin to slowly explore his body.

I can feel myself doing a little light panting. I get it. I haven't been with a man since Bill with all the crap going on at work, and my vibrator, my best friend 'Redwood' went down with my house.

"Excluding what I have on, my total possessions are some light makeup, two days of office clothing, 3 bras and panties, 2 t-shirts, jeans, and a pair of cheap dress shoes. But no, you've been so kind, I can't ask you to buy me clothes."

She's... massaging... his scrotum? With me watching???

"Honey, you will let me do that or I'll force you and burn everything you own."

"Yes Mistress!"

That got her to smile. I ask how she and Bill came together, and for the next half hour I drink and listen. I admit, her view on their relationship is fascinating.

Watching her touch her pet while she explains is fascinating, and arousing?

She picked up on his being submissive, but how did I miss those same signs? I mean, I saw them but never took them to indicate him being submissive.

Watching her manipulate him, and him complying with no hesitation, yes, if I had known I would have loved having Bill like that.

If I had known would I have left Bill two years ago?

Chloe, "Between the heat and wine, I need a break. Jo, may I borrow your pet?"

Jo, "Go help her honey."

His penis is dripping pre-cum. Yea it is hot and getting harder.... Uh hotter.

Bill moves behind Chloe, "May I?"

Chloe, "Yes honey."

He kisses her cheek, and spoons her to... START UNDRESSING CHLOE!!!

DAMN IT! They just flooded my panties!

As he removes each piece of clothing, he folds it, puts it on a table, kisses her, then removes another.

I mean damn! Are all these people all freakin immortals? She has definitely aged, VERY GRACEFULLY! She is older than me but she is so hot there is steam coming off that body.

When he is done, she turns to peck his lips, "Thank you pet. You're a sweet heart."

She runs and jumps into the pool as he returns to Jo.

Jo stands, "Honey I'm not going to force you into skinny dipping with us, but you are more than welcome. Otherwise, you could just sit on the edge of the pool, or Bill could take you to your room."

Yea, I'm tired, and drunk enough. I gonna go with the flow.

"Mistress, I owe you so much, I am your property too. If my Mistress wants me in the pool than I belong in the pool."

Hand in hand they come to me. Jo hugs me and pecks my lips.

"For tonight, I can live with having a pet female. My pet, help your new Mistress undress."

Like he did with Chloe, he moves behind me to spoon me.

"Mistress, may I?"

"Absolutely."

As with Chloe, he kisses my cheek and begins removing my clothes, folding them, and kissing me again before removing the next piece of clothing. Jo is supervising but she doesn't say a word when his hands slide down my body.

After Bill and I split, I got shaved and lasered to make it permanent, thinking I need every advantage to find someone new. When Bill touches my panties, I know he feels how wet they are. Even Jo notices, "Honey, if you weren't wet I'd be worried about you."

I'm pretty sure he noticed my Brazilian, but he made no comment.

Standing naked before them, for some reason I feel more turned on being naked before Jo then I do standing before Bill. I feel exposed befoe Jo.

When she leans into to peck my lips again, I hug her tight.

"My temporary pet, having your hair removed, you may be 30, but you look like a freaking Lolita."

My entire body shivered, "Thank you Mistress."

If not for her I'd be sitting in a local airport, eating crappy french fries, broke, and no clue what I'd be doing tomorrow. Instead, I'm tipsy drunk, well fed, and horny as all hell.

Jo, "Do me pet."

He doesn't ask Jo. He kisses her deeply on the mouth then moves behind her to spoon her.

I'm feeling overwhelmed, "Mistress said pets."

When he reaches for the top button, I slap his hands.

Big smile on my Mistress as I undue her buttons, Pealing off her blouse I hand it to him. My turn to deep throat her, and to my joy she accepts my kiss, even returns it.

Her bra has a front hook. I unhook it.

MY GOD!

They are huge!

They are beautiful!

If there is any sag there, I'm going to need my reading glasses. Her breasts... perfection?

Yes, I am tipsy, but I can't help myself. I teeth and kiss both nipples. I've never been anywhere near to intimate with a woman before, but this? This feels right.

I can feel my fluids running down my leg.

Lowering her cutoffs, like Bill she is hairless, probably lasered. From down here, looking up at her body, she is so hot, so DAMNED hot! When I help her step out of them, I feel so overwhelmed, I stay on my knees before her with my head down, eyes closed, shivering. I'm so turned on kneeling before this beautiful woman, and she hasn't, no one has even touched me and I'm fighting it, I don't want to orgasm now.

But I'm dripping.

There are drops of my fluids on the pool deck.

I'm an 'Alpha' female. Why do I feel like this?

She has done nothing but be so nice to me, but nothing romantic or sexual. But here I kneel, shivering with it being 87 degrees, soaked, and dripping onto the deck.

It ain't sweat!

***

She's shivering, naked at my feet, apparently in lust over me? She did make love to my breasts. I'll wait to see if she makes the next move. My male takes a step towards her and I move him back.

Her scent begins to overwhelm me. I can't wait anymore. I kneel, and lift her into my arms, carrying her like an infant.

She's drooling, she's so turned on she's leaking...

... I never thought about taking a woman, but I know Bill loved her once, which should mean she is a good person. He also said, before me she was the hottest thing he ever had. She is so delicate, like looking at a flower that I'm afraid to break.

I just want to hold her.

Kissing her on the lips, heading into the pool, she parts my lips with her tongue.

Yes, Bill did say she could kiss like a succubus.

...

Yes, she can.

I can feel Chloe eyeballing me as this little one gasps when the pool water flows over her hot little nipples. Her nipples were already puckered up before the water hit them. She has it bad.

Do I make a move?

Do I want a pet female to go with my male?

Is this really only a onetime thing?

I like to plan things out. I'm not an adhoc...

... Her hips start humping the air...

Barbie, "Mistress, my Mistress, I need... I need you so bad... Please take me as your pet. Please??? I have nothing to offer you but my brains and my body. They are yours to use as you please... anything... anyway this worthless pet can please you..."

Well, planning is out the door. I have my male move his 'wonder' tongue between her legs, and Chloe focus on her breasts.

"My pet will offer me up anything?"

"Yes mistress. Lover, pet, pet keeper, slut... I'll do that huge painted stallion in the stable, please, please, please Mistress ANYTHING!!!"

I take her mouth to her moan.

Chloe has her lips on one nipple while playing with the other.

Our inferior male is starting slow on her clit, the way I like it, the way I taught him.

Barbie's legs are squeezing his head to keep it in place.

My new pet is trying to enter my mouth with her tongue. That door is open.

Ummm we're barely 30 seconds in and she's already humping my pet's face.

Whispering, "Don't stop, either of you. But don't let her over the edge either until I say so."

***

Jo, gawd I love Jo. My... owner, yes she must take me!!!

I heard her, no orgasm till she says... am I being gang banged if I'm not actually being fucked...

"Mistress, please? Mistress, I..."

A mouth covers mine... I know the mouth on my clit, it is the last mouth that was there... my breasts oh gawwwddd, whoever it is... a Master of the art....

The mouth on mine must be Jo, PLEASE BE JO!

I...

I...

I...

***

This one can kiss. So tiny yet she is not far behind my male and his power kissing, just with a delicate touch.

LOL, she's starting to roll her hips, maneuvering her clit into his mouth, and shaking her breasts like she dancing in a strip bar... she's damned close...

NOW!

My male is burrowing deeply into her body, Chloe is pinching her nipples hard, and I covered her mouth with mine so she can't breathe, and my cheek is smushing her nose so she cant breathe through her nose.

She's moving quickly into convulsions...

... They are building quickly...

... VIOLENT CONVULSIONS!!!

"NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Barbie, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

My male moves quickly to cover her clit with his mouth, and he hums.

Barbie, "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Barbie, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Barbie, "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

I think...

SHE'S OFF!!!!!

OBVIOUSLY IT'S BEEN A WHILE!

SHE IS LIFTING BILL'S WEIGHT OFF THE POOL DECK!

THAT LITTLE BODY IS LIFTING HIS 200 POUNDS OFF THE DECK!

SHE'S HUMPING HIS FACE, HER BUTT IS OFF THE DECK!!!!!!

And then, her body collapses to the deck.

She's out cold.

Checking her heart beat its running like a hummingbird.

"Pet, what do you think. If she wants to be my pet, do we keep her?"

"She will always have a place in my heart. But that is not my call Jo. Is there a family history of woman pets?"

Chloe, "Yes. The most recent was our paternal great aunt, Ellen Hawkins. She passed before we were born, but the stories... I remember one that claimed she was a virgin when she dropped out of school without telling her mother, and gave up her virginity to a man for his stallion. Her mom then gave her to a man in trade for some of our land adjacent to what we had then. From what dad said, his Grandma felt that any woman who willing submitted to a man was an inferior slut and should always be treated as such, so Ellen's body was a traded commodity which Great Grandma Elizabth took advantage of. What are you thinking Jo?"

"This one is no slut. She's very intelligent and we can take advantage of that, but she does have a pet mentality. I'll have to think on this if she decides to stay."

Chloe, "If she becomes your pet it is going to cause a problem with Pat. That she missed out on capturing this edible delicate flower will drive her nuts."

"Mistress, where do you want me to put her?"

"She knows she was with us so we'll share our bed with her, I'll be in the middle. In the morning, she will need to decide if she is going to remain as a pet, or not as a pet. I'll offer her options, and see where she takes it."

...

We're going to have to give her a nickname, I hate the name Barb or Barbie unless she decides to become a house pet and she wants us to make her into a doll. As sexy as she is, having her stay as a bimbo doll would be a total waste of her talents, personally and professionally.

My male was upset that he didn't get all the attention from me that he normally gets at night. With Barbie out cold in bed next to us, he loved me way passed past midnight. He has 'creative' freedom in bed and he has yet to bore me with his creativity.

...

Come morning, my male had already sated my needs, so I moved him between Barbie and me so I could spoon him while watching her wake up.

Her 'surprise' first words, "Mistress, did I please you last night?"

I didn't expect a submissive tone.

"Yes honey, very much. You said a number of things in your lust storm, like begging me to take you as my pet. Do you still feel that way?"

She pauses, "Yes Mistress."

"Honey, there can be no pause, no hesitation. Because of my pet's devotion to you, before I ask you again, allow me to give you some options:

1. You will stay for two weeks to get your head on straight, we'll give you a first

class ticket to anyplace you want to go. We'll kiss, and say goodbye and you

are welcome back anytime to stay here like a vacation resort.

2. You will start here as the house manager. A low stress easy job to allow you

to settle in. You will have your own room to do with as you please, with a nice

starting salary right away, and you will be an equal to all the women here. If

you do well, I can escalate you to be the property manager, which will include

the house. In the meantime we are negotiating our way into some other

businesses and you could be vital in those negotiations. Essentially you will

be continuing your professional career and adding to it. You will be able to

leave any time you feel like.

3. You could become a house pet. You would answer to every one in the house

and do exactly what you are told. Your name will be 'Kitty' and you will have

no rights as a pet, so you would never be clothed, and won't own anything.

You will sleep on the floor on a pet bed in the living room. Before you get

angry thinking I'm offering you a job as a whore. No, I'm not. Like a house cat,

you will be petted, held, and any woman who decides to bring you to orgasm

you will permit with no hesitation. No man will get near you, except to pet

you, and you're not expected to bring any woman to orgasm. You're a house

pet. Period. You will never leave here.

4. And finally, your last option, and it's the one I hope you accept. You accept

being my pet. As a woman pet, you are equal to no women here, only to our

visitors. You will always be naked and submissive, unless we have visitors,

when you will be allowed clothing and all rights as a woman. The only person

here beneath you is this gorgeous pet in my arms. When I am not available,

he is your responsibility to care for and use as you see fit.

As my pet, you will legally change your name. Last name to Hawkins, first

name to more of a traditional Victorian name like Abigail or Victoria.

Finally, there is a special option specifically for you, disclosed only after your

decision is made.

Questions? Commentary?"

Sitting up, and god is she gorgeous, "Yes ma'am. I appreciate the options, but option 1 is out because Bill is the only place I had to go, and he is here. Option 3, to be honest, I did pause a moment to think about becoming a house pet. I think it could be one hell of a two-week vacation, but only a vacation. So that leaves options 2 and 4."

She moves within touching distance of my male and assumes the 'rest' sex slave position. I take a deep breath, the only thing sexier is my pet across my lap with his hard-on staring me in the face.

"As your pet, I would not be allowed to leave? Why?"

"Because, less than 24 hrs here and I'm already emotionally attached to you, and my or our male, still has feelings for you. These feelings will only get stronger as time passes by. When that happens, I don't want that option on your mind."

That got a smile out of her.

"Why a name change?"

"As I understand it, you have no living relatives, and are the last in your line so you have no one to upset by a name change. Accepting you as my pet, you will be bred with this male, as will I. I can't marry you to him because a man is only permitted one wife in Tennessee. When we married, instead of the normal thing of the bride changing her name to his, I changed his last name to Hawkins, so our children will all be Hawkins. If you both having the Hawkins name, most people will assume you are married and with my pet as the father, the Hawkins matriarchal line continues."

"We can both agree on my new first name?"

"I can agree to that as long as it is a popular Victorian era name, in the Hawkins' women tradition."

"As your pet, I will have full access to your male?"

"As my pet, he becomes our male because he is our inferior. Never forget that. So yes, especially on your fertile days. I would love for each of us to have 4 children, preferably female. On your fertile days, you have sole access. On mine, I have sole access."

"As your pet, I understand I will always be available to Hawkins' women, at your discretion. Will I be gifted to other women, or men?"

"The only male you will ever be gifted to is this one. Other than our fertile days having precedence, he is yours, ours to use as we desire. Available to Hawkins' women means you will serve them as requested, possibly to orgasm. Orgasm caused by others is out for both of you, unless one of you does it to the other. Period. If you decide to please them orally, vaginally you won't have that choice unless you let me know you're having a problem with it, and I will deal with it. Anal is out. Period. No one can punish either of you, but it is at your discretion if our male needs punishing if requested by another Hawkins member."

"As your pet I will sleep?"

"On this bed, in here. You will NOT have you own personal quarters, or personal anything other then personal health care products."

"Can you disclose the nature of special option if I choose to be your pet?"

"Only that it will mold your future, and after it has been fully explained to you, you will have 30 days to exercise the option. Not exercising it, it will be lost to you which means you are a breeding pet for life. It is totally your decision to exercise the option or not, but I must tell you I'll be disappointed if you do not exercise the option."

She is beautiful.

"Mistress, you should know that my being at the airport destitute, and emotionally broken, my sole thought was hoping Bill still had feelings for me, and begging Bill to take me back. That he captured your heart, and through that, you captured mine, I am grateful to both of you. Pet, Mistress made me these offers because of your influences on her. As much as I would love you to be my property, I need your blessing to accept it with a clear conscience."

Whispering to me, "May I Mistress?"

I let go of him, "Yes."

He crawls over to her and assumes the same position before her.

"Mistress, the sole reason for my existence is to please my Jo. Mistress knows my heart so I eagerly accept that she wants you with us. Should I become your property I'm sure I will make many requests of you. My first request, Lilian was my mother's name. Jo loves me, but gratefully, things have evolved between my Mistress and me to the point where I am mothered all day long as her child, and her child is allowed to please her as she wishes. It would make your pet happy, that as my new mistress you would wear her name in remembrance."

She looks at me, "Mistress, may I touch your pet?"

I nod.

Getting up on her knees she pulls his head into her breasts, "Mistress, in accepting my place as your pet, may I also please your male by accepting the honor of being renamed 'Lillian JoAnna Hawkins'?"

Lord, I now have two pets who can pluck my heart strings.

I place Lillian one her back, zooming in on her clit, "Pet, please your Mistress Lillian."

With my tongue circling her sweet clit, and her pet male nursing at her succulent breast...

"My Mistress, your pet Lillian loves you."

In seconds....

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"