Hello everyone, sorry for the long delay but this situation we're living i is definitely taking a toll. I've had some personal issues and family tragedy that has kept me from writing.
Any and all spelling and typing mistakes are mine, I don't have an editor and try to proof myself, so bear with me on this, since English is not my first language either.
All Characters are over the age of 18.
Let's catch up with Joe and Alex, and see what they're up to?
Canchon
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I woke up alone on the bed, the smell of fresh coffee being brewed was slowly pulling my mind out of the sleep induced fog of just waking up. I got up and followed my nose down to the kitchen. Alex was there, puttering around preparing breakfast for both of us. She was only wearing an apron, leaving her perfect ass exposed, silently, I crept up behind her, making sure that she didn't have anything sharp in her hands. With a smack, I grabbed one of her cheeks while nuzzling her neck. She was startled at first then slowly melted into me with a soft sigh.
"Good morning, Kajira, are you ready for today?", I whispered in her ear, making it sound like a soft possessive growl.
"Good morning Sir, I'm not sure how I feel about today. I feel excited, nervous, scared and intrigued; all at the same time." She answered with a soft moan.
One of my hands had moved from her hip to her breast, and was teasing her nipple, while the other was wrapped around her waist, holding her against me. I stepped away looking for a cup, my brain was in dire need of caffeine, and the aroma of the coffee brewing was calling to me like a siren song. The pot was still brewing away, so I decided to warm up some water for Alex; I knew she didn't like coffee, but would like to have some tea with her breakfast. Then I proceeded to set the table and pour some juice before returning to the cups to fill them.
When Alex was done cooking, she brought the plates to the table, setting them in our respective places, she was about to sit on the chair when I stopped her.
"Kajira, why are you going to sit on a chair when you know where you must be for meals." I said in a subtle yet commanding tone.
"I'm sorry Sir, I guess I'm a little nervous today." She replied as she took off the aron and sat on my lap.
I proceeded to feed her and myself from the plates, taking my time to tease her as well as letting her eat her fill from my hand. The omelettes proved to be a little tricky, but the strips of bacon and the fresh fruit were a bit more interesting. Taking a strawberry, I rubbed it along her breasts and down to her labia, allowing the strawberry to make a sweet and tart trail on her skin and letting her juices begin to flow, coating the ripe berry with them before taking a bite from it.
"Hmm, this beats anything that you could put on the strawberry. You are absolutely delicious, and your pussy goes well with the strawberry." I teased.
"Thank you, Sir," she panted as I began tracing her clit with my fingertip.
"As much as I'd like to continue playing with you, we have to get ready for when J.R. and Laura arrive." I said as I flicked my tongue on the nearest nipple. "We have too much to do."
With a look of disappointment and arousal, we proceeded to continue our breakfast, making her cum once before we were done. Taking the plates to the sink, I washed everything that was used and left it to dry; the rule at my house has always been 'The one that cooks the food, does not wash the dishes,' which I had a sign made and placed above the sink.
"Today, you will have a choice of dress, since we are receiving guests today and, I believe that you are not completely comfortable with being exposed right from the start." I said, "I have gotten you two items, you will only be allowed to wear one of these items for the duration of the weekend."
I had placed both the dress and the bathing suit on the bed, side by side, and in a way that it looked like they would cover more than they actually did.
I could see that she was thinking about it, weighing her options so to speak. If she chose the dress, she would not be allowed any undergarments and if she bent over, she'd be flashing everyone. On the other hand, the bathing suit was cut as a one piece, but it almost looked like one of those slingshot bikinis she had heard about.
As the wheels turned inside her head, I could tell that she was trying to weigh her options. Either one was going to show off more than what she had bargained for, and on top of that, they were both white, knowing that if they got wet, they would be basically transparent.
She finally took the dress, since it offered the most coverage, even though it was just an inch or two below the junction of her legs and ass. I could see her shimmy into it and how it molded to her delicious curves, hiding them while showing them off. Her breasts moved naturally underneath the fabric and her hard nipples were outlined perfectly.
"You look amazing Kajira, but I think you're missing something very important for today." I said as I pulled a training collar from one of the bags. "This is not the leather one that we have used at home, since it would be ruined if it got wet, I had this one made for you specifically."
It was a nylon collar, with the same thickness as the leather one I had made, although it intricately carved leather, I had had it customized with different color threads to simulate the carvings I had made on the other one. The other difference is that while the leather collar was a deep rich brown that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin, this one was white with a dark blue border. It was a subtle way of demonstrating that we were in "training" and that she was not to be touched or used by anyone other than me during this time.
Almost immediately, Alex assumed the collaring position, kneeling and holding her hair up so I could place it around her neck. I made sure that it would be tight around her neck but still very comfortable for all the things I assumed we'd be doing today.
I could feel her shudder once the collar was secured, the look on her face could only be described as ecstatic bliss and a soft blush began to form around her shoulders and neck. Almost as if on cue, I heard the doorbell ring, announcing J.R. and Laura's arrival. That seemed to snap us out of the erotic trance we were in, and we moved to the down to the living room to greet them.
Not knowing the correct protocol for this situation, I decided to err and fell back on some of the stories I had read before. I had Alex kneel on a cushion from the couch in the standard greeting, her knees apart and her hands resting on them. Instead of her eyes being downcast, as I had taught her, she was looking straight ahead, as if she were looking at a distant spot beyond the door.
