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Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 6

Adult story Editor October 15, 2015 Leave a Comment

Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 6

Author: senorlongo

I dropped Henry off near his first class at 7:50 Monday morning. He had three classes Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. In the past he would waste the time before lunch, but no longer. I had given him a full day’s worth of assignments, including specific times for him to study in the library before joining me for lunch.

He also had instructions to get assignments for Wednesday’s classes which we would, unfortunately, miss so we could drive the four-plus hours to my home. I actually planned six hours for the trip knowing how bad traffic could be around New York City before and after holidays. Henry and I had an interesting discussion in the car. “You will follow your schedule to the letter. You will be punished if you don’t. How will I learn of your failure?”

“I don’t know.”

“Simple…you will tell me. If you don’t and I somehow learn of it the punishment will be three times as bad. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I’m sorry you have to go through this for me.”

“I’m not; I’m doing this because I love you and because you need it. You’re going to be fine. We’re going to be even better. Now, go out there and kick some ass.” I stopped the car and leaned across the console to kiss my lover–my slave–then I parked, took my bike off the rack, loaded my backpack, and rode off to class on my first full day of classes as a mistress.

I finished my work early so I headed for the library to check up on Henry. I felt proud when I saw him exactly where instructed. He was startled when I kissed his head and slid into the adjacent seat. We spoke quietly for several minutes as he explained how his morning had gone.

He was surprisingly upbeat and showed me the slip of paper, my written instructions neatly in line after line–each one extending my control over my slave from the second he awoke until the second I allowed him to sleep. Everything for the day was on that scrap—wake up, drink my urine, shower and dry me, fried egg sandwiches with bacon for breakfast, 7:30-7:40-clean up the dishes and griddle, attend class, walk to the next. On and on the list went covering ever single second of Henry’s life.

Henry had checked each completed task as it was done. On one line I saw a correction; he’d arrived at the library a minute late. Why? Okay, professor kept the class late to finish a point. Tomorrow there would be another list. There’d be one for every day of his life. I debated whether to save them.

I kept Henry busy for two reasons—to improve his study habits and to increase his submission to me. The completion of every task drove him deeper and deeper into submission. With each his will disintegrated just a little bit more until it was supplanted by mine. Already he had improved so much that I was able to piss into his mouth anywhere in the apartment without spilling a drop.

The two days of classes passed in a whirlwind. Tuesday evening I set aside the clothes Henry would pack for both of us. I really was appalled at Henry’s clothes. They were mostly worn and threadbare and, based on his conversation with his mother I doubted that she’d be interested in improving it. I had taken control—it would be just another responsibility.

We were up early and out the door by eight. Traveling through rural Pennsylvania was a breeze—mostly back roads until we pulled onto I-80 eastbound. I drove for almost ninety minutes before pulling off for a pit stop. I chuckled at the thought of Henry having to sit to take a leak. His cock cage was in place and would be for a month–at least–until his training was completed. He’d made excellent progress, but I hadn’t pushed him at all yet. I’d hold back a bit until after Christmas when we’d have two full weeks together with no academic interruptions.

I knew there would be a big bottleneck when we reached the George Washington Bridge. There was always a ton of traffic there even though there were two levels—six lanes—between New Jersey and New York. We had to get through the city well before rush hour, thus the need for the early start. Traffic slowed to a crawl about a mile before the bridge. We hit it at 11:00 and were across into the Bronx by 11:30. Henry had driven through most of New Jersey, but I was driving now. I doubted that he had much experience in the heavy traffic New York City presented.

The Cross Bronx Expressway could be a bear, but today traffic was only moderate, even as we approached the Throgs Neck Bridge. I hit the ramp from the Northern Parkway to Great Neck a few minutes before 1:00 and we were in the driveway twenty-five minutes later. Henry had the suitcase as I rang the bell.
Define rich. Is a person rich if they have a million dollars?

Ten million? Fifty? Do you have to have servants to be considered rich? I didn’t know the answer to that one either. I did know that our house was worth more than a million and that my dad earned more than two million dollars each and every year defending criminals from their stupidity. I thought that made us rich even though we didn’t have a butler or a maid. Mom had a company in every week to clean the house and another to do the yard. I introduced Henry when my mother answered the door.

I led Henry to my room and was pleased to see an extra pillow, blanket, and sheet on the chair. I showed Henry where to put the clothes and went to speak with my mother. “Where’s Henry?”

“Upstairs in my room, putting the clothes away; I’ll need to check to see if anything needs ironing. He’s good at that…much better than I am.” Mom gave me a look that was pretty much what I had expected. I had decided while Henry was driving to be honest with my parents and sister. They had a right to know about our relationship. I knew they wouldn’t expose us to outsiders.

Henry came down ten minutes later so I told him to find a rake in the garage and put a dent in the back lawn. He turned without comment and went to follow my orders. “My God, Nancy…you treat him like a servant.”

“Mom, I had a choice of explanations about Henry and me, but I decided the truth was best. I know you’ll respect our confidentiality. In a single sentence—Henry is my slave.” The expression on her face was something I’d never seen before. Sitting at the table with her I carefully explained everything from the campus tour through today. “Make no mistake, Mom. I love Henry with all my heart and we’ll be together forever if I have anything to say about it, but I’m doing this primarily for him. He is a natural submissive.

He wants and needs to be controlled. He’s a very smart person, but his grades stink. He’s been drowning all semester, but over the past week I’ve turned that around by controlling him every second of the day. That chain he wears—that’s his slave collar. It’s there to remind him of my dominance and control. There are other things, but they’re personal in nature so I’m not going to describe them.

“Henry’s father died more than ten years ago and he has lived with his mother and her parents since. His grandfather isn’t really in the picture so the women have raised him. He says they’re both really strict with him and I think they’ve thrown him away. His mother didn’t want him to come home for the weekend even though they live less than an hour away. I’ll go into more detail once Daddy is home so I only have to do it once.” I kissed my mother’s cheek and walked outside to check up on Henry.

I found him busily at work raking leaves under Daddy’s favorite oak tree. “You can stop now, Henry. I only wanted to speak to my mother in privacy, but now I think I need to speak with you. I’ve decided that we need to be honest with my parents. I don’t like lying and living with lies is impossible. There are too many stories to keep track of. I plan to speak with them after dinner. You don’t have to be present.”

“I did a lot of thinking before giving myself to you, Nancy. I realized then that our relationship is nothing to be ashamed of. I need help and you’re giving it to me. I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me. How we’re going about it might be a little unusual, but so what?”

“Come here, slave. I have something you need badly right now.” Henry had that delightful confused look on his face when I grabbed his head and mashed my plump lips into his. We kissed for several minutes and my hand automatically went to his crotch. All I could feel were the stainless steel bars that encircled his beautiful organ. “This,” I whispered in his ear, “will have to wait until later.” He was in my arms a second later for yet another kiss.

My sister Lisa, a high school junior, walked in just after 3:00. She ran to me and jumped up to give me a hug. Then she backed off and noticed Henry. “Oooohhh, he’s cute, Nance. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“Of course—this is my boyfriend, Henry. Henry—my sister Lisa.”

“H…Uh, hi.” Damn, Henry could be so cute.

“Mmmmm, I love the strong silent type.”

“That’s nice. Just remember that he’s MY strong silent type. You’re welcome to look, but don’t you dare touch. That reminds me, Henry—I need to show you something in my room.” I pulled him away and up the stairs.

Once there I closed and locked the door. “Drop ‘em, Henry. I have a feeling Lisa is going to do some ‘accidental rubbing’ of you and I don’t want you to be embarrassed. Remember…I promised I’d never embarrass you.” I removed the wrench and the gold chain from around my neck and freed Henry’s cock. I wasn’t at all surprised when it expanded and hardened. I smiled, kissed Henry’s lips briefly then bent down and kissed my favorite cock in all the world. A few minutes later Henry followed me back down to the living room. I sat in a chair; Henry sat at my feet.

Daddy came home from work at five—early for him and I handled the introductions. I asked if we could meet together for a few minutes after dinner. I was so pleased when Henry handled the bulk of the clean-up. He sat again at my feet as I began my speech. “I first met Henry at the Freshman Mixer after spending more than an hour looking for him. You see, we were in the same campus tour and I could see how shy and quiet he was. After the dance I thought that he might be submissive.”

“What’s that, Nance?”

“Essentially, Lisa, submissive people get their satisfaction—sexual and otherwise—by serving others. Henry and I dated for several months and I was convinced more than ever that what Henry wanted and needed was my control. I must tell you, controlling Henry was something I wanted, too, but as much as I wanted it I couldn’t force him into a relationship that he didn’t want.

“I told him that our relationship was at a crossroads—break up or become my slave.” I could hear my mother and sister gasp. “I made him go home and think about what he wanted. That was last Friday night. He showed up at my door Saturday afternoon after the football game. He agreed to love and obey me and to be my property. In return I promised to love and care for him forever.”

“Uh…Nance, what are you going to do when you graduate?”

“By then we’ll be married.” I leaned forward to kiss Henry while my family sat open-mouthed. “I could have lied to you, but I think you know how I feel about honesty and integrity. Since I’m Henry’s mistress I’m responsible for his welfare. That’s especially important because it appears that his mother has thrown him away. Once you get to know Henry you’ll understand that he would never do anything to justify anything close to that.

“Pumpkin, I’m sure you’re kidding about that slave stuff.”

“No, Daddy, I’m not. Since he agreed I’ve controlled everything about Henry—from the instant he wakes up to the instant he goes to bed. I’m training him now so he sleeps on the floor at the foot of my bed, but I’m looking forward to the day he shares it with me.

“Daddy, Henry is a very smart person, but his grades this semester are going to be poor. He needs me to help him, but he needs more than help. He needs and he wants my strength to control him.” Then I was surprised to hear Henry speak.

“Everything Nancy has said is true. I have agreed to be her slave…to obey her in everything and she is right. I do need the structure she gives me. It’s a lot of work for me, but it’s also a lot of work and a lot of responsibility for her. Already I can feel my improvement in class. I used to cut my early morning classes and waste time. Here…I saved the schedule she made for me yesterday.” He handed it to my mom.

“Well, I see here you scheduled thirty minutes to make love.”

“Of course—there’s a lot of stress in being in charge. We are living together, but we never once made love before Henry committed to me.”

“That’s true, Mrs. Rizzo. For one thing I have no idea how I’d ever ask for something that intimate. I’m glad it’s Nancy’s job.”

“Daddy, I brought this up because I’m going to need some things for Henry. His family is not wealthy and now that his mother has shown no interest in him I need to provide for him.”

“What do you need?”

“First, he needs a laptop. He has a desktop, but it’s old and slow besides, you can’t use it in the library or in class. I think I can get one for about $400. He also needs a cell phone so I can keep track of him. He doesn’t have one now. Also, he can use a bike. Living off campus is great. I use my bike on campus all the time. I figure about $400 for the bike and another hundred for the helmet, vest, and lock. Finally, he needs a major upgrade wardrobe-wise. He doesn’t have a sports jacket or decent slacks or even a decent dress shirt and you’re looking at his only footwear.” His sneakers were worn and dirty.

“Don’t think that he did this for money. I’ve never mentioned any of this to him—not a single word. He knows that I have some money because of my car and apartment, but there are plenty of students who have as much as or more than I have and keep in mind that I was the aggressor in our relationship, not Henry. He’s like a lost puppy most of the time.” I could see Henry steel himself to comment, but I wanted him silent. “Not a word, Henry. I want you to sit there and look lovable, but be quiet until I say you may speak.” I thought that my family expected a reaction from Henry, but I knew he would be completely mute until he had permission.

“For someone who’s not completely trained he seems to be very manageable, Nance.”

“He’s a natural submissive. He wants to be bossed around and told what to do. It’s part of his make-up. Understand, though that there’s nothing wrong with being submissive. I’ll bet that you know some kids from school—boys and girls both—who are submissive, but it’s never become an issue. His training will deal with other matters.”

“Like what?”

“Geez, Lisa—I never knew you were so nosy. Henry will handle all the chores like cleaning, cooking, and laundry. He also bathes me and washes my hair and blows it dry. In time he’ll also give me manicures and pedicures and shave my armpits and legs.”

“Damn! I gotta get myself someone like Henry. You really are lucky, Nance.”

“Yes, Lisa…I really am, but not just for that. Henry and I fit like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. What would have happened if I had been assigned to a different campus tour? And suppose that I couldn’t find Henry at the mixer. Penn State is a big place. I could have spent years without ever seeing him again. I really believe that God brought us together. Henry is also Catholic. We went to Mass last week and we will every single week. Get used to having Henry here with me.”

“What are you studying, Henry?” He sat there silently even though he had been addressed directly until I realized that I had withheld his permission to speak.

“You may answer, Henry.”

“Thank you, Nancy; I didn’t want anyone to think I was being rude. I’m studying Elementary Education. I want to be a teacher and I enjoy working with young children. I did a lot of tutoring when I was in high school and I loved it. I told Nancy that many kids have no male figure in their lives. Maybe I can make a difference for them.”

“I think you’ll make a great teacher. You communicate well and you must have a lot of patience if you can deal with Nancy every day.”

“Daddy!” I sounded indignant, but I knew he was only teasing me.

“I’ll put $2,000 into your account so you can access it with your debit card. I’m sure we have an extra phone around the office and don’t forget that Christmas is just around the corner. You know how much your mother loves to shop.”

I jumped up and ran to hug my father. “Thank you, Daddy—you’re the best.” I hugged him and then Mom and Lisa before returning to Henry. I didn’t leave him out, giving him the best hug and the best kiss. He was red-faced when I broke it. I solved that problem by whispering, “I love you, Henry,” just loud enough for everyone to hear.

I led Henry to bed, but first I had him wash me in the shower. The bathroom is between my bedroom and Lisa’s so I was very careful to lock both the door to her room and the door to the hallway. Then on impulse I also locked the door to my bedroom. Good thing I did because I heard her try each of the doors. At the time Henry was carefully washing my cunt while I was washing his throat with my tongue. When I broke the kiss I whispered in his ear and he knelt to seal my cunt with his lips. I pissed away the Cokes I’d consumed after dinner. Henry dried me then himself and I led him to my room.

“Lie down on the bed,” I whispered as I ran back quickly to unlock Lisa’s and the hallway doors and to throw the latch on mine. If I didn’t want her to see us in the shower I definitely didn’t want her to catch my fucking my slave lover. When I returned to Henry I told him to move the bed away from the wall. The bed frame and headboard were old and were known to move if I jumped on the bed. Why advertise what we were doing by banging the headboard against the wall. I was sure my parents and sister knew we were going to make love, but I wasn’t going to make a farce of it by advertising. This was part of my promise not to ever embarrass or humiliate my Henry.

Once Henry was back in place I knelt where I could lick him. “Don’t you want me to do you, Nancy?”

I chuckled before whispering back, “If I was any wetter I’d be swimming, but thank you for your concern and for your love.” I emphasized my point by dipping my fingers into myself and holding them up to Henry’s mouth. He was still sucking them when I slowly slipped down his hard thick rod. I had begun a slow rhythm when I pulled my fingers from his mouth. “I can’t kiss you with my fingers in there, can I?”

“Sometimes I think you can do anything, Nancy.”

“Thank you, my love. You always do make me feel like a goddess, but I’m only human…just like you.”

“No…you’re my opposite, remember?”

“I do…and thank God I am.” I pressed my lips to his as he rubbed and twisted my nipples, knowing exactly how much I loved that. By now my hips were driving like crazy and my clit was driving me wild with lust. It was a good thing that Henry had moved the bed because it was really rocking now. When Henry moved one hand from my nipple to my clit I shook up and down, back and forth as I squirted for the first time in my life. I was still shaking almost thirty seconds later when Henry erupted into me. My cunt was leaking—a stream of semen running down my thigh—when I rose and turned around.

“Just clean me, Henry…I don’t think I could stand another right now.” He wiped his strong tongue across each thigh, removing my ejaculate from my skin before sucking all that icky cum from my cunt. He was almost done when I surprised him by taking his limp cock into my mouth, cleaning him, as well. I was unconscious a second later.

I “asked” Henry to make the breakfast the following morning—Thanksgiving Day—and he naturally agreed. Henry had turned out to be an excellent cook. He’d cooked breakfast every weekend that he’d stayed over and several dinners, as well. Additionally, he’d cooked every meal since becoming my slave and I hadn’t eaten as well in ages. Truth be told, my mother wasn’t so great either.

Henry was cleaning up the mess when Lisa asked to speak with me. It was a clear and unseasonably warm day so we went outside to the patio where we could sit in the sun and relax. “Nance, I did a little research last night.”

“Okay.”

“I never realized there was so much information on submissive men online. One of the things I found interesting was that many submissive men have very small penises.”

“Many, maybe…but not all; I find Henry quite satisfying. You’ll just have to take my word for it.”

“Maybe I’ll just find out for myself.”

“Just what do you think you’ll do? Rub up against him…accidentally, of course? If you make a scene in front of our relatives I’ll never forgive you.”

“No, I’ll be sneakier than that, but I promise you I will find out.”

“You won’t just take my word for it?”

“Not a chance…no fucking way!”

Henry was obviously done because he came out to join us, wiping his hands on a damp towel. He was just about to speak, but I stopped him. “We may have a bit of a problem, Henry. It seems that Lisa has learned that many submissive men have a small penis.”

Henry’s hands flew to his mouth and he hung his head. He looked about to cry when he spoke, “It’s true! I’ve been fooling you all this time with a lifelike dildo I had glued to my body. Oh, I’m so ashamed!”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed so hard I almost fell out of the chair. “You big goof! You know very well there’s no glue on earth could keep that thing glued to your body—not the way I move it around.”

“Oops.”

I shook my head and leaned forward for a kiss. “I hate to say this, but I think Lisa is just going to pester you until she finds out on her own. Lisa, would you please excuse us? I need to speak with Henry privately for a moment.” She got up and walked back into the house.

“You don’t know her, Henry. She’s very persistent and I’m afraid she’ll embarrass you in front of our guests. We always have two aunts and uncles and their children join us. I have an idea, but I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to. Would you be willing to let her see it? I hate the idea, but it’s all I can think of. I’ll get her to agree to tonight after everyone has gone home.”

“I stopped making decisions on Saturday afternoon, Nancy. You know I’ll do anything you want.”

I took a deep breath before replying. “You are the best. I don’t deserve you.”

“I know, but I love you anyway. I have to go back inside. I promised your mom I’d help her out; seems her two daughters are useless in the kitchen.”

“You are such a goof. Come here and give me a kiss then I’ll go inside and deal with my bitch sister.”

“Don’t blame her, Nancy. She’s curious and what we have is new to her. In time she’ll be fine.”

“You’re so smart. You have class work to do, don’t you? We’ll take today off, but tomorrow it will be back to work for both of us.” I leaned forward to kiss Henry again and we returned to the house. I saw Lisa and told her what I’d do, thankful that she agreed. I had just left her when my dad called me into his office, asking me to close the door.

“Your mom and I had a long chat last night. Of course, we want you to be happy and you seem to be, but we’re worried about Henry.” I was sure my face asked the question without actually asking it. “We’re sure he will do whatever you tell him to do, but people in a normal relationship don’t act the way you do—ordering him around like he’s a servant. You’ll get a lot of criticism from your relatives if you do and what will happen when you’re at work? You can get the same result by being polite—saying ‘please’—like most people would do.”

I felt like such a fool. “Thank you, Daddy. I promised Henry that I would never embarrass or humiliate him and I never would deliberately, but this could destroy us and the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I reached down to hug him, realizing how lucky I was to have such a caring dad.

My aunts and uncles arrived around one, eager to drink my parents’ wine and scotch and taking in one of the many football games while their kids ran wild in the back yard. They didn’t seem to be surprised that Henry was there so I had to assume they’d been tipped off by my mother.

Dinner was great and, thanks to Henry, it was served on time for once. Henry may have been kidding around, but he was right—Lisa and I were pretty much useless in the kitchen. My relatives left around 9:00 and I told Henry I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Henry’s no fool so he offered to go with me. I led him into the shower five minutes later, but this time I left the door to Lisa’s room ajar.

Henry had just taken my urine and risen to wash me when Lisa tiptoed into the room. “Continue, Henry; ignore her until we’re ready to get out.” I kissed him as he spread his frothy hands across my breasts, over my shoulders and down my back. I heard Lisa giggle when he ran his hands up and down my butt crack, but when he knelt to shave my cunt she actually gasped.

The shower has a glass door, but it’s translucent—you can only see a rough outline of the person inside. I moved Henry under the spray and washed him. It was a departure from our routine, but he’d been so great all day and especially with my young cousins, that he deserved a reward. Yes…I finished by shaving him. Lisa was sitting on the commode fully dressed when we stepped out so Henry could dry me. I had just removed what Henry still, but jokingly, referred to as my “hat” when she first got a good look at Henry’s equipment. Henry always became hard when he saw me naked so now you know that he was hard at least several times each and every day.

His cock was standing proud when he turned around to dry my legs. “Oh my God; that thing is beautiful. You are so lucky, Nance—and I see that both of you are shaved. That is so neat. Can I ask how often you do it? I don’t think I’d ever let him out of bed if he was mine.”

“I shaved Henry some time ago because I don’t like hair in my mouth. He shaved me because fair is fair. He may be my slave, but that doesn’t mean that I treat him like shit. I’m in love with him. How often we do it is none of your business, but let me say that I almost always have a big smile on my face either from this or from Henry’s incredible tongue.”

“You mean…?”

“We’ve been together for more than three months, but we only started to make love last Saturday. What does that tell you?”

“Knowing you, you were probably jerking him off. I know you hate women who tease men so I have to assume he was also taking care of you.”

“Yes…sometimes for an hour or more.”

“Fuck, Nance! Now I really am jealous. All the guys I know want me to blow them, but ask them to reciprocate and they’re out the door in a second.”

“You heard me say that Henry was shy. He had absolutely no experience with girls so I taught him. I taught him to do what I love the way I love it. I’ve had three or more orgasms most days, at least and sometimes even more. What’s the most you ever gave me at one time, Darling?”

“I think either five or six. I lose track easily. You know how much I love doing it to you. I probably have the strongest tongue in Pennsylvania.”

I couldn’t help myself—I broke out into hysterical laughter. I was crying when I explained, “Back when we first got together and I knew I would train you to eat me that’s exactly what I was thinking…exactly what I was praying for.”

“Nance, do you think I could just touch it? I promise I won’t do anything else.” I looked at Henry, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, but only for ten seconds. We have important work to do.”

“Nance, you are the best sister ever!” Then she tried unsuccessfully to wrap her hand around the shaft. She slowly stroked Henry then looked up at him. “Henry, I want a promise from you. If my sister is ever stupid enough to dump you, I want you. I’ll take you in a heartbeat.”

I had to laugh again. “Don’t hold your breath, Lisa. That is never going to happen…and your time is up. The next things on that cock will be my lips. C’mon Henry, time for fun.” Lisa returned to her room, but she had a huge smile on her face. Henry had obviously measured up.

Once the bed had been pulled away from the wall I thought I would try something new. Okay, doggie style isn’t really new, but it would be for us. I climbed onto the bed, head down and ass wiggling in the air. Henry, always the goof, whispered, “Exactly where did you want this?”

“What ever happened to that nice shy slave of mine? Just let me say there will be one hell of a paddling if it goes into the wrong place. I’m still the boss here, you know!”

Henry leaned forward to kiss my butt cheeks. “I’ll always know that, my mistress. I apologize for my audacity. I’m kind of excited by what you did with Lisa. I never expected anything like that. Now, if you will permit, I will do my very best for you, as always.” He kissed me again, this time actually licking my asshole. A tingle raced through my body.

I knew he was ready when his big hand ran up and down my labia, leaving his hand covered with my juices. A second later he was lined up with my tunnel and I felt the exquisite stretching of my cunt. As much as I loved fucking Henry it was this initial stretching of my tissues that got me every time. I always
wondered if I’d be able to handle him even though I had successfully almost a dozen times already. It was this stretching that created the friction that I found so exciting and so fulfilling.

Speaking of “filling,” I had never felt as full as I did now. The slight curve of Henry’s dick pushed his tip into my cervix with every thrust and the sensitive underside was forced into my G-spot with unbelievable force. He was driving me fucking crazy with lust.

I came the first time after only a few minutes yet Henry kept pounding my cunt like there was no tomorrow. Was this the same guy I wanted to give orgasm control training? Oh fuck, here it comes again. I had just finished shaking like a rag doll in a hurricane when I pleaded with Henry, “Please cum, Henry. You’re killing me. I don’t think I could take a…oh, shit, I’m cumming again.” I was ready to collapse when Henry finally filled me with his hot creamy semen. No sooner had he finished than he sealed his lips against me to lick his load from my depths.

I was semi-comatose when he finally lifted me and placed me under the blanket. He kissed my cheek and was about to make his bed on the floor when I stopped him. “No!” I raised my arm, inviting him to join me and snuggling up to his body, my head on his shoulder and my cunt pressed tightly into his thigh. He felt so good as I fell immediately into the soundest sleep I’d ever known.

Henry was awake when I woke up Friday morning. “Dear God, what did you do to me last night? I came three times. After the third I couldn’t even support my body. My arms were like rubber.”

“I don’t know. For some reason I was able to hold myself back from cumming and then, when I did, it felt like my entire insides were coming out through my cock. It felt like my body was exploding.”

“Then I assume you’ll do that again whenever I want it.”

Henry laughed. “You already know I’ll do whatever you want. You are the mistress, right? I’m still the slave and I always will be.”

“You know I have a real weakness for slaves, don’t you?” I kissed him gently then rose over his body. He dutifully opened his mouth to take my morning gift. Then he gave me his morning gift, licking and sucking me until I once again fell onto his body. I kissed him then, forcing my tongue into his dirty mouth. “I love you so much, Henry. Now I think we need another shower and once we’re cleaned up you can make breakfast.” And that’s exactly what we did—pancakes and bacon with fresh-squeezed orange juice. I thought my mother was going to have serious regrets when we returned to school.

Henry and I spent the entire morning studying and doing the work for the classes we’d missed Wednesday morning. Periodically, Henry would lose his focus. Those were the times that I paused to give him long deep kisses. My mom and dad only smiled, but I could see Lisa’s eyes turn green with envy. I had a strong feeling she was going hunting as soon as she was back in school. She had always dated A-list guys, jocks, or ultra-rich and good-looking boys. Physically she could have been my twin except that she was two inches shorter. I had shown her the alternative could be very rewarding.

We studied most of Friday afternoon until 4:30 and I put our materials away while Henry helped Mom get the dinner ready. He sliced the rest of the turkey, placing the pieces of white meat on the platter alongside one of the drumsticks and a sliced thigh. Henry had told me that he loved the dark meat. We hardly ever ate it in our house, but I could see the appeal. The meat was much moister than the breast, although we always solved that with lots of gravy.

That night I asked Henry what he wanted to do. He responded by asking if I’d ever gone bowling? I hadn’t, but why not? Henry deserved a treat for all he’d done with my family. Reluctantly, I asked Lisa if she’d like to join us; she met us there with a date. Like most of hers, he was a jock—an end on the football team and a sprinter for track. We had a little bet—losers buy sundaes at Friendly’s. I expected to buy, but Henry surprised all of us. He averaged 217 over the three games we bowled. I asked him about it when we were in the car.

“I thought your mother never allowed you to do anything.”

“She didn’t, but she went out either to a bar or on a date almost every Friday and Saturday night and my grandparents were usually drunk by noon so I was able to sneak out. She’d never go near the bowling alley so that’s where I went. I could bowl all night with the money I ‘borrowed’ from Gramps’ wallet. I figured he deserved it for ignoring me all those years.”

“I can’t believe it—my shy little slave a thief.”

“I am shy…usually, but I have emotions like everyone else and I grew to hate my mother and my grandparents for the way they treated me.” I stopped at a light and pulled Henry to me for a kiss that was just long enough to cause the driver behind me to beep his horn. Lisa and Martin were already there so we joined them at a table. I laughed when Henry ordered a Jim Dandy—a huge sundae. That was okay; when Lisa used her debit card that meant Daddy was paying. When Lisa asked Henry about the big sundae he dead-panned a reply, “I need to keep my strength up.” Lisa and I laughed so hard we actually cried. Lisa told her date that she’d explain later.

We studied most of Saturday and left after Mass and brunch at a nice restaurant Sunday morning. I drove through New York and allowed Henry to take over once we were in New Jersey. I took over again once we were in Pennsylvania. Driving west on I-80 I detoured onto I-81 south and turned off toward Shamokin.”You’ll have to direct me from here, Henry. I want to stop off at your mother’s house. Is there anything you want there? If so, get it while I speak to your mother.”

“No, Nancy—everything and the only thing I want is in this car.”

“Thank you, Henry—that was sweet, but it’s just what I would expect from you. I suggest you stay in the car. I won’t be long.” I wasn’t. I spoke to his mother at the door. “You don’t know me Mrs. Fuller, but I plan on being a part of your family soon…right after I marry Henry. I just wanted to thank you for throwing him away. It made my work so much easier. I doubt you’ll ever see either of us again so if you have anything to say to Henry I’ll be happy to pass it along.” She stepped back and closed the door. I felt so sorry for Henry, but now he’d have a new family—mine. They loved him—his kind quiet nature was really endearing.

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