Lucy Auditions

I have taken the liberty of quoting some lyrics from the song "Frank Mills" from the musical "Hair," by Galt McDermott and Jerome Ragni.

Lucy went to the vocal coach's studio, and they decided that, considering the role she would be auditioning for, Frank Mills could be a very effective choice. The coach probably told her to do it because she happened to have sheet music that she could loan her for the occasion.

When I got home from the shop, she was looking very fetching, naked under an apron, preparing dinner while singing the song. I've always liked that song and it was delightful listening to Lucy rehearse while I enjoyed a beer and unwound.

As much as looking at my gorgeous slave cooking was great, the floor show made it that much better. Her session with the coach had obviously been well worth her effort. As well as she sang it a capella the night before, she sang it like a pro now.

"Tell him Angella and I don't want the two dollars back, just him."

The plaintive note in her voice was beautiful, selling the resolution to the story of the song perfectly.

I stood, applauded and called out, "Brava, baby, that was beautiful."

She curtsied with a bright smile.

"Thank you, Master."

"You're going to kill it tomorrow. If they don't hire you, it will be a big mistake."

"I just want to remember the words and do a good job."

"You will, I have total confidence."

"Thanks, Master."

The dinner she'd been making turned out to be delicious penne with vodka sauce, garlic bread and a lovely Valpaio Chianti Classico. For dessert she had a surprise of delicious cannoli.

"That was wonderful."

"It was pretty good, even if I do say so myself."

"The dessert seemed extraneous though."

"I thought it was very good, sorry you didn't like it, Master."

She furrowed her brow and her mouth formed a moue in a mock pout.

"That's not it, I was thinking about having a nice helping of Lucy for dessert."

She blushed prettily and batted her eyelashes theatrically.

"I bet you still have room for that, I'm not very filling."

"Just delicious."

"Why your tongue is as sweet as dessert too, darlin', Master."

Lucy's southern made an appearance, charming my pants off, which I suspected was her intention.

She made a move to begin clearing the table, but I grabbed her wrist.

"Leave that. Bed, now, slave.

"Yes, Master."

She scurried to the bedroom, stood by the side of the bed and removed the apron seductively before adopting her presentation pose. The delighted grin was not customary, but it highlighted her exquisite beauty. I pulled my t-shirt over my head as I hurried to scoop her up in my arms with my left arm under the backs of her knees and my right under her shoulders.

"My strong Master."

"You're light as a feather, gorgeous."

"My hero."

"Aw shucks."

I lay her onto the bed, then followed her, enveloping her in my arms. She reached for my belt. I tried to cooperate as best I could. Eventually we navigated my clothes, and she wrapped her legs around my hips.

Getting my jeans and briefs off sufficed as foreplay and without a thought I slipped into Lucy's soaking snatch. Our mouths met in a hot wet tongue duel as we started up at full speed.

The instantaneous passion was amazing, like we'd been teleported into an ongoing sex scene in a science fiction porno film. We weren't bumping uglies, we were slamming them.

She met every powerful thrust I made with one of her own. It felt like we were building up to an earthquake.

My pelvis was going to be sore in the morning, hers too. She came, screaming with delight, shuddering through three stages of massive pleasure that helped me to join her in an extraordinary eruption deep inside her, arching my back in an effort to probe even deeper.

We held each other close, catching our breath, sweat coated skin plastered together. Delicious fatigue wrapped us in shared joy.

"That was very vanilla for us, Master."

"Hot though."

"It was."

"Plenty of time for a spicy encore."

"Mmm, my Master."

We shared a chuckle.

"We need to hydrate."

"What should I fetch, Master?"

"Water."

Lucy rolled out of bed to get water for us. I lay there savoring the magnificent view of her amazing, tight ass as she padded to the fridge. There are endless ways to enjoy her beauty.

My wonderful slave tantalized me with a seductive, sashaying walk returning from the fridge. I could imagine David Rose's "The Stripper," playing as a score. She rolled the icy water bottle over her nipples, making them leap to attention and when she got to the bedside, she lay the bottle on the table and leaned over to coax my flagging unit into wakefulness. Unbelievably her attention parlayed the effect of her sexy strut to begin resuscitating me.

She followed her hand with her sweet mouth, swiftly enveloping my growing cock. She softly sucked while swirling her tongue on my glans and gently stroked my balls with her hand. I lay back, glorying in the lovely sensations.

When she had me at attention, she moved to straddle me and lowered herself. Her still soaking pussy slipped smoothly down my pole, and she began rocking gently in a perfect cowgirl.

I reached out to the drawer of the bedside table and snagged the clovers. The movement drew her attention and her eyes crinkled in a smile when she recognized what I held.

"I knew you couldn't stay vanilla for long, Master."

"And you love it."

"Of course I do."

She arched her back to press her gorgeous tits out, offering them to me as a target for the wicked clamps. I teased her with the open jaws, brushing them across and around her swollen gumdrops. She rewarded me with delicious, wanton moans. I slowly let them close, drawing out the sensation as they tightened, eventually garnering a sexy whimper.

She settled into the nipple pain for a moment before returning to the rocking motion that was deliciously antithetical to the brutal pounding we'd given each other earlier. This time the arousal built gradually. There was a zen quality to our coupling. I teased the clamps, but very gently, letting the pain be a subtle compliment to the overall tone of the moment.

The heat built slowly but inexorably in my loins. Lucy's movement and enthusiastic reactions grew gradually wilder until she was posting on my pommel horn like a champion equestrienne. The relentless friction brought us to unspectacular but deeply satisfying climaxes.

"That was a cocktail fuck."

Her comment puzzled me.

"Huh?"

"A slow comfortable screw."

That made us giggle.

"I always wondered what was in those."

"If you spell it out it's obvious. Southern Comfort is kind of obvious, but the tricky part is sloe gin. and OJ."

"S-L-O-E, I get it. Were you a bartender in another life?"

"Yes, Master, briefly."

"Such a talented slave."

I eased the clovers off and after the initial painful rush of returning blood she settled into my embrace before we drifted off to sleep.

Sunlight eventually roused us from our slumber and the potentially game changing day began. I got quickly out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

"Master, please come back to bed, I need to perform my morning duties."

I walked back to the bedside to tousle her fetchingly bed-mussed red curls.

"Just rest while I give you the star treatment today. I want you to feel like the star you're about to become."

"But I need to worship your glorious cock, Master."

"Nothing to strain your throat this morning, we want you in your best voice today. I will expect worship this evening, but now I'm going to pamper my slave. Breakfast in ten minutes."

I went to work on preparing breakfast for both of us, scrambled eggs, toast and English breakfast tea with a little honey and lemon to soothe Lucy's instrument.

We devoured the breakfast optimistically planning a celebratory dinner for early evening before we went to the theatre. Tonight was to be my first hands on pass at mixing Katie's show. All in all, a very big day for both of us.

I kissed her goodbye and wished her luck that I assured her she didn't need for her audition on my way out.

It was an ordinary day at the shop. I built a series of wiring harnesses for a show we'd be sending out in about a week, and we loaded shipping boxes for equipment we were sending out on a road company.

It was about four o'clock when I heard the announcement that I had a call. It was Lucy.

"Master, I can't believe it. Janis, Ms. Jackson just called. I have a call back tomorrow, she said they loved me, and apparently there's only one other girl they're considering. She said tomorrow's just about acting, they don't need me to sing again. They loved my voice."

"Of course they did. That's incredible news, baby. I knew you'd kill it. Do you have the scene they want you to read?"

"Janis said they were messengering it over."

"When is your audition?"

"Two o'clock, Master."

"We should save the dinner for tomorrow. You need to work on your scene."

"I wanted to hear you mix tonight, Master."

"I'll be home soon. We'll figure it out then. I need to run, truck just pulled for loading. See you soon."

I hung up and hurried to join in the parade of boxes headed for the truck. We rolled the boxes to the lift gate and the Teamsters took over from there. It's a distinct jurisdictional boundary that governs the process on Broadway. When the truck pulled away, we closed up the shop, punched out and headed home.

I could hear Lucy reading her lines through the door when I arrived home carrying a pizza.

"But, Mama, I love him. I know, but not with me. He's good to me, gentle and sweet."

I opened the door, surprising her.

"You talking about me?"

She laughed and waved with the script in her hand.

"I certainly could be, Master."

"That sounded very good."

"It's easy to keep real, I just think about you. Do you know the band Cowboy Junkies, Master?"

"I do, they're good, I like their singer."

"They do a song called Misguided Angel. That song and you are what I'm using for my picture of the character she's defending to her mother."

"What I just heard sounded really good. Do it like that tomorrow."

"Are you sure, Master?"

"It sounded real, heartfelt, believable. Now let's eat this pizza while it's warm."

"Thanks, Master."

We settled down at the table and dug into the pie.

"You're starting to look like a native the way you're folding that slice."

She laughed and took a bite.

"Am I officially a New Yawkuh?"

"In training."

Our eyes met and we held that for a long moment before cracking up.

"Pun intended."

"Am I a good trainee, Master?"

"Yes, baby, you are a very apt pupil."

"Thank you, Master.

"Was that the only scene you were rehearsing before?"

"There's another scene with the boy I was defending to my mother."

"Want to try it with me before I leave for my show?"

"It's a love scene, Master."

"We're pretty good at those."

We read the scene a couple of times. Lucy did it well. I suggested that she should use any nerves she was feeling in the scene to convey eagerness to please her boyfriend and show the excitement he made her feel. We read the scene one more time and she was better, it felt like my amateur direction bore a bit of fruit.

"When you kissed me it felt real, remember to do it like that at the audition. Give it the same fire you do when you kiss me."

"That'll feel awkward with a stranger."

"Pretend it's me and if you kiss me with all your heart, I will love you with all my heart."

"Will you?"

"I already do, silly."

I took her in my arms and kissed her with all the passion she inspired in me.

"My Master."

"I need to head for the theatre. I'll be back around eleven. Why don't you record your lines on your phone, then play them back so you get a better idea of exactly how you're sounding."

"Good idea, Master. Have a good show."

"Thanks, Baby, later."

The show went smoothly, Katie only had to reach in to touch two faders correcting my slight errors. She was complimentary about my mix and let me do the shutdown, telling me that she wanted me to mix the next two shows. I was happy to do them. Two more passes with her watching would leave me totally confident about my mix. I liked the show and enjoyed mixing it.

"See ya tomorrow, Dave."

"'Night Katie."

When I got back to the apartment Lucy was seated, naked at the table reading her lines with her phone. She'd recorded all her cues and left space for herself to respond. I slipped in quietly and settled on the couch to listen.

She sounded perfect, or at least close in my opinion. The emotion was what the scene called for, without "tearing a passion to tatters." I would definitely cast her, of course I am prejudiced.

When she finished the scene, she looked toward me, and I applauded.

"Brava, baby, you have definitely got this."

"Thank you, Master."

"Do it just like that, but if they give you any direction, take it. If I know anything about acting it's that they want you to show a willingness to take direction. It's not that different from mixing."

"Kind of like being your slave."

I laughed.

"It is indeed."

She rushed to the couch, leaped into my lap, and threw her arms around my neck.

"I just want to make you proud of me, Master."

"I'm incredibly proud of you, regardless of what happens tomorrow."

She kissed me aggressively, holding my face in her hands and squirming to straddle me.

"I love you so much."

I picked her up and carried her to bed, laying her carefully on her back. I stood above her, looking down to admire her incredible beauty.

I reached down to tease her perfect swollen nipples with my fingertips. She trembled. She smiled up at me when I took the firm fullness of her heaving globes and squeezed them. She thrust herself up, pressing her magnificent tits into my grip. I squeezed harder. She groaned. Her body heaved, offering herself wantonly for my use.

I seized her wrists and spread them high above her head near the headboard. I gazed into her eyes in a silent question. She nodded. The communication we had developed on a nonverbal level was being tested. That was clear to both of us in that moment. Her ankles spread easily at my touch, needing almost no pressure from me. Simpatico was the word that sprung to my mind. She knew exactly what I wanted from her. I had never loved her more than I did in that moment.

I tossed her another quizzical look. She shook her head, confidently signaling her readiness for whatever I had in mind, bound securely in the way I loved, held by her love, devotion, and need for what was about to happen between us. Truly mine, body and soul. That moment is burned into my memory.

I stepped close by her at the side of the bed, leaned over and kissed her luscious lips. She kissed back, hungrily sucking my tongue into her mouth. The tension in her arms and legs was clear evidence of the effort she was exerting to maintain her restrained position.

When I opened the drawer her eyes widened, and she drew a deep breath. She strained to see what I withdrew. My first choice was a feather. That would truly test her ability to maintain control. When she recognized it, her internal struggle grew. She knew that withstanding the feather would be harder than a flogger or anything painful.

"My wicked Master."

"Isn't that why you love me?"

"Yes, Master."

I started teasing at her wrists and worked my way along her forearms then along her inner biceps. She shivered, obviously struggling to remain in position. Goosebumps popped out and she whimpered quietly when I reached her armpits. I alternated from side to side. Her eyes pleaded, her breathing was shallow, and the tension made her core muscles stand out, flexing her abs enticingly.

I shifted the feather focus to her armpits, switching sides whimsically, trying to catch her off guard and enjoying her struggle to remain still, as if actually bound. Her ability to maintain was impressive and extremely arousing for me. My cock throbbed in readiness.

When I lowered the tip to trace the creases at her thigh tops where they bordered her pudenda, her body heaved and she arched like a flexed bow. It was perfectly erotic and when I finally allowed the feather to delicately brush her lovely labia, she cried out with an animalistic howl.

"Please, Master."

Her voice evolved into a growl, animalistic, primal, incredibly sexy.

"Please what?"

"May I cum, please?"

"My horny little slave wants to cum."

"Yes, please."

I tickled her curtains directly and then after a tantalizing minute spread them with the fingers of my other hand and brought the tip to work on her pink pearl. That made her buck her hips greedily.

"Can you cum from that?"

"May I, Master?"

I redoubled my efforts with the feather, circling her fuck button with the tip. Her breathing deepened and she undulated to maximize her clit's contact.

"Yes, baby, cum for me."

And did she ever cum, squirting like a fountain through four deep, shaking spasms, screaming ecstatically. All the while she managed to at least vaguely maintain her position, spread eagled in psychic bondage.

When the spectacular cum stream ebbed into sagging enjoyment of mini aftershocks her pretty pussy oozed cum, pooling onto the sheet between her legs.

Her breathing gradually returned to normal.

"Thank you, Master. That was amazing."

"I've never seen you squirt like that, baby."

"I don't think I ever have, Master."

"Very sexy to watch."

"You make me crazy, Master."