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Jenny, part 4.
Jenny's view.
The beach house was a modest affair. A small bedroom with bath on the first floor, as well as the kitchen, dining area, and an oversized living room with fireplace and a deck leading to the beach. The second floor was a loft, and contained the master bedroom with full bath and a balcony with a Jacuzzi. Her parents had owned it for years, but rented it out for most of the summer to pay the taxes and mortgage. They kept a few weeks for themselves at the beginning and the end of the season, and Jenny had been able to take advantage of those times.
Jenny upended the bags on the bed in the master bedroom, and sorted through things as she ate her lunch. .After about ten minutes, she had put almost all of it away. She could hear the blender in the kitchen. "Mike!" she called.
"Yes, Ms. Jenny?" he called back. She smiled. He was acclimating to the rules so quickly, he might just be the one. He was already on the move upstairs with her drink.
"You better get your ass in gear. I prefer to eat dinner at six tonight, so it doesn't interfere with my television shows."
"Yes Ms. Jenny." After a moment, she heard the door shut. Jenny moved quickly to the balcony with the Home Depot supplies. She took the tubes and slid the narrower sections into the thicker, reinforcing them, then passed the mid sized sections of chain through the pipe. She took the long chain and fed it through the heavy banister posts and connected the chain ends to each end of the chain extending from one of the pipes, then dropped it over the side. It hung like a trapeze bar about eight feet off the ground. Perfect. She then put one padlock on each end of the other tube, and took it and the tape downstairs. She put it and the other chain and padlock on the kitchen table.
Jenny settled on the deck with her drink, and awaited her new boyfriend's return
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Mike's meal of store-bought fettuccini with lobster was passable, and the salad a little more so. He would have to be taught how to cook better. Of course, Jenny thought to herself, he was probably a little distracted by the bar hanging over the passage into the kitchen, or the fact that he was being rubbed raw by the mesh package shoved uncomfortably into his jeans. He had worn his loosest fitting pair of pants, she saw, and forced his cage downward as far as he could. But it still gave him a noticeable bulge.
Jenny had returned from the beach earlier, showered, and dressed in loose fitting jeans and a sweatshirt. The night promised to be a cold one, which was perfect for her plans.
In addition to the meal, Mike also tried his hardest to attend to her. He pulled out her chair for her, made sure her wine glass was full, and was very polite in his conversation. Not once did he forget to refer to her as Ms. Jenny. The dining room had been lit with candles, and the fireplace was going, adding a little warmth to the cool night air. It was as romantic as he could make it. As she toyed with the lemon sherbet he had gotten for desert, Jenny suddenly told him to stand.
"Move over here, Mike, and take off those silly clothes." He stripped as quickly as possible and moved under the hanging bar. Jenny reached unlocked the chain and pouch containing his manhood, which almost immediately started to react to her ministrations. "My cock looks a bit worse for wear, doesn't it, Mike? Being in that cage all day has made it a little raw looking. I have some lotion upstairs on the nightstand. Meet me on the couch for some downtime, and I will show you what a girlfriend does when her boyfriend has a such a nasty boo-boo."
She didn't have to tell him twice. Mike sprinted upstairs, but stopped short of the nightstand. Jenny listened to his footsteps, and knew he was staring at the clothes she had left on the bed for her show tonight. She grabbed a towel and a pair of scissors from the bathroom and put them on the couch. "Hurry up, hon, 'How I met your mother' is about to start." He sprinted back downstairs. She was already curled up under a blanket, and the fire made the room the room cozy. She had the wine bottle and two full glasses waiting.
Jenny watched as Mike stood at the edge of the couch and looked at her, unsure what to do. "Sit down, silly. This is downtime." She took the bottle of lotion and placed it on the coffee table.
"I want to feel your arms hold me for a bit." As he sat, she snuggled into him and accepted the feeling of him holding her. She could tell that he was a little at odds with the situation. Here he was, her 'bitch' for most of the day, stark naked and sitting on the couch while she snuggled up to him. His confusion added to the warming effect the wine was having on her. She paid attention to him out of the corner of her eye during the show; his erection subsided after a few minutes of TV.
After the first show ended at eight thirty, she turned to him. "Okay, stand up, please. On the towel."
Mike snapped to, and replied, "Yes, Ms. Jenny"
"Downtime, Mike, until ten. You don't have to call me Ms. Jenny right now." She watched him relax a little. With a deft hand, she grabbed his limp cock and pulled it to one side, then grabbed the scissors with her other hand and trimmed his pubic hair. His cock reacted to her touch, and the erection that had waned during the television show quickly grew full again. "I always wondered why men expect women to keep their private areas clean but don't keep there own just as smooth. It's just so much neater like this, don't you think?"
"Yes, Ms. Jen...Yes, Jenny. I think so, too. I just never thought about doing it."
When Jenny felt that the hair was trimmed as close as she could get it with scissors, she brushed off the loose hairs and leisurely ran a fingertip along the line from his cock to his belly button. She filled his glass again and handed it to him. "There, that's better. Now, sit back down."
They began watching the next television show. This time, though, she sat next to him. Her hand rested on his thigh, and gave him a little squeeze when ever a joke stuck her as being particularly funny. Each time, his cock twitched. During a commercial break, Jenny grabbed the lotion, squirted a generous amount into her hand, and rubbed it into the red and raw skin between his thighs. She paid special attention to his balls and cock. She would bring him to the verge of orgasm, then would stop any motion when the television show came on.
"Oh god, Jenny, that feels so good. Don't stop." he moaned out during one of the breaks.
"I thought you might like it. You still haven't gotten your demerit level to the point where you can have an orgasm. I intend to change that tonight."
Her hand continued to caress and rub. "Don't worry, I have something special planned for later. I think you will find it worth the wait. And it won't be just a hand job this time." She knew he had seen the boots and the bustier she had left out. She also knew he hadn't seen anything else.
The nine thirty break in the shows added a new interruption to their night. His cell phone was buzzing away. He looked at her, and she nodded her head. Jenny watched Mike run to his pants to recover it, then return to the couch. She resumed stroking his erection while he sat and talked. Just like any good girlfriend would, she thought. She had to guess what the person on the other end was saying.
"Yeah, hey Ken. How's it goin'? Mike started.
"No, we're here at Jenny's parents place."
"Yes. Correction, not good; I am having a great time." He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"You are such an ass, Ken" he joked.
"Um, I don't know. This is supposed to be time for us."
"Okay, I'll ask." Mike covered the phone with his hand. Jenny stopped stroking.
"What is it, hun?" Jenny asked.
"My friends Ken and his friend Dave are coming down the coast tomorrow, and were wondering if they could crash here tomorrow night. They want to hang out during the day if they get in early enough."
A fly in her ointment, but not one she couldn't deal with. "I guess it would be alright. I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow that can't wait a day."
"Thanks, Jen." He uncovered the phone. "Yeah, it's okay. Lunchtime? Sure. A few miles south of the lighthouse, look for a black SUV beachside. See ya then." He hung up.
As the credits at the end of the nine thirty show began to slide up the screen, Mike asked, "Jen? What exactly did you have planned for tomorrow? I don't want you to rearrange things on account of my friends."
It was like somebody flipped a switch. Her demeanor went from innocent girl cuddling on the couch in a moment of intimacy to the woman that had him in stocks this morning. It wasn't always her tone, she knew. When she was in command mode, she could swear and use all the words that let him know she was a sexual creature. Her voice this time was a growl. "I was finally going to slide my pussy onto that cock, Mike, and ride it until you screamed for mercy."
She switched back to 'happy girlfriend' voice. "But that can wait, I guess."
Mike's mouth hung open in surprise.
"Oh, look at the time. Ten o'clock already. Get up, Mike." Mike got off the couch, still stunned at what she had said, and Jenny could tell he was upset. He would never had made the plans with his friend if he had known that they were finally going to have sex, and she knew it. Hell, she hadn't even thought of teasing him with the idea until he asked.
Jenny finished the last of the wine in her glass and got up to inspect Mike. "Okay, bitch. Downtime's over, and I am ready for your fashion show. Lets see how you look in your baggy shorts. Move!"
She watched as Mike ran into the bathroom, where he had put his shopping bag, and slipped into the surfer shorts he had bought. He stumbled out, trying to zip and button at the same time. While he dressed, Jenny casually walked upstairs. Mike stumbled out into the living room to find it empty.
Jenny leaned over the balcony rail, video camera in hand, and filmed everything. "Fingers clasped behind your head. Let me see that body displayed. Do a spin so I can see everything." Mike did as he was told, and slowly turned so she could see all of him.
