I don't usually get a lot of incoming calls at the shop, so I was surprised when I heard my name called out on the intercom. Lucy didn't have the number, so it was a surprise when I heard her voice after picking up.
"Hello, Master. Sorry to bother you at work, but I was anxious about calling the agent lady."
I checked the time: 10:05.
"I'd give her another half hour to get caught up I think."
"What should I say when I call?"
"You'll probably get a secretary or assistant first. Tell her how you met Ms. Jackson and are following her suggestion to call her. Then, assuming you get through, remind her how you met. She approved of your mannerly way last night, so call her Ma'am until she tells you otherwise. Listen to any suggestions and follow them. Beyond that, just be your charming self. She already loves you, baby."
"Thanks, Master. I love you."
"Back at you, baby. I'll be headed to the theatre to learn Katie's show this afternoon. I should be home before six, see you then."
We rang off and I returned to the amp rack I was assembling.
One of the songs from the show stuck in my head and I hummed it as I walked home from the theatre. I envisioned Lucy singing it and wished I had a better sense of how her voice sounded.
I climbed the two flights to my front door and unlocked it to encounter Lucy bubbling over like shaken champagne.
"Master, I called Ms. Jackson. She was so nice, wanted me to come in and meet her, so I went to her office, and she wants to sign me. I can't believe it. I have an agent, thank you, Master. I love you so much. It's a dream come true, all because of you."
"Let me grab a beer and you can tell me all about it."
I got settled on the couch with a cold one and she leaped onto the cushion next to me.
"She asked me if I could sing something acapella, so I sang a bit of Animal Instinct, you know, The Cranberries song, because it reminds me of you. I love Delores' voice, such a shame she died young. Anyway, I only did a little and she stopped me, said it was great and offered to represent me. She said I'd need pictures and to prepare a ballad and an up-tempo song for auditions. In the meantime, she wants me to start taking acting lessons and dance classes."
"Wow."
"I told her I didn't have money for all that."
"We'll have to find you a job. I could help, but I can't foot the whole bill for all that."
She fluttered her hands excitedly.
"Wait for the best part, Master. She said she was so sure I'd be working in no time that she'd cover the initial expenses and that I could pay her back as I began."
to get jobs."
"I've never heard of that sort of thing. Did you sign anything?"
"No, Master, not yet. But there's more. I have my first job tomorrow. It's a modeling job for a hair color product. She took a picture with her phone, sent it somewhere and two minutes later she told me I'd booked my first job. She said that would cover the pictures, head shots she called them."
"You, my darling slave are an overnight success."
"I can't believe this all."
She threw her arms around me and kissed all over my face, eventually finding my lips. Celebratory excitement quickly became passionate, and we almost ripped each other's clothes off, flinging them on the floor. She pushed me onto my back and began kissing her way down my torso, tickling my nipples with her tongue before suckling each one in turn. When she came to my navel, she teased her tongue tip into me as she found my cock with one hand and my balls with the other.
She fondled my balls and stroked my shaft with a loving touch. I could feel her hot breath enveloping me. It felt like love, brilliantly exciting and delightful. The phrase worship is frequently applied to the performance of oral sex. This truly felt like worship. Her hands caressed me adoringly and her mouth was reverential as she slipped it over my engorged organ. Her lips encircled my corona and her tongue swirled around my glans. She teased the tip into my slit, then licked me like a kitten sampling a saucer of milk.
The loving way she fondled my balls while her mouth gradually took more cock was a symphony of sexual delight. Watching her magnificent mane as her head bobbed slowly was the cherry on top of the sensual surfeit she was treating me to. The last thing I wanted to do was interrupt her, so I very softly touched her hair. When she took all of me into her throat she began to hum, and I had to smile when I recognized that she was humming Animal Instinct.
Her hand that had been fondling my balls shifted so she could work them along the hard internal section of my cock hiding under my scrotum. That has always been a particular favorite of mine and began an orgasmic explosion that quickly swept through me. I could feel her throat working to swallow each spasm greedily as I thrust into her.
She continued to slowly suckle me as my orgasm ebbed, savoring every drop of my seed. I felt like it was finally safe to really stroke her head lovingly and indulged the denied pleasure. Eventually she looked up to smile brilliantly at me.
"I love you, my wonderful, Master."
"I'm proud and happy to have you for my slave."
She boosted herself up to land on my chest, hugging me close and nuzzling my neck.
"My turn."
"Huh?"
"I'm hungry too."
"You don't need to..."
"I know, but who's your Master?"
"You are."
"So?"
"It is my duty to give you anything you want, you own me, Master."
"Exactly, so lie back and enjoy."
"Yes, Master. If you insist."
She giggled delightfully and raised her hips to present her glorious red patch.
Her perfect breasts enticed me first with her beautifully sculpted nipples demanding my initial attention. Feeling them swell to full erection in my mouth was an amazing tactile pleasure for me. She squealed when I sucked them forcefully and delivered sharp love bites to the firm rubbery flesh. As lovely as that was, I couldn't contain my desire for the even more delicious dish awaiting below, so I kissed my way down the soft curve of her lithely muscled tummy toward the postage stamp patch of pubic hair she had sculpted to my specifications pointing to her magnificent folds.
As I approached the holy grail, the amazing aroma of her arousal wafted to me. Lucy's scent is as beautiful as everything else about her, intoxicating and enticing. Despite having just cum from her oral attention my cock was stiffening rapidly from simple proximity to her overloading my senses.
When I arrived at my destination, I took a moment to let my eyes feast on her lovely folds before making first contact with my tongue. Happily, she'd already begun to glisten with her juices beginning to bubble to the surface. Her flavor is always a match for her bouquet. Like a fine wine, my Lucy is the full package of delights for nose and palate.
The sumptuous meal I sampled when my tongue separated her folds to dip into the pool of nectar her arousal was fueling. She clutched my head to her, writhing and moaning as she rocked her hips, doubling the effect of my mouth's attention.
When I first contacted her clit, she uttered a small whimper and clutched my head even harder to her. I tickled it delicately at first, teasing her, then gradually made firmer contact, working her pearl with alternate circular motions and long licks. Her breathing quickened and the muscles in her hips and buttocks tensed. I surrounded her button with my lips and sucked along with the flagellation from my tongue. I immediately felt her begin to shudder with the first tremors of release.
Her orgasm was epic. She shook and quaked, her hips bucked, driving her pelvis against my face pushing me back powerfully. Her slit oozed a generous flow of her delicious nectar that I slurped up hungrily. She cried out her joy and pulled my head up drawing me to her, face to face. She kissed her honey from my face and lips.
"Oh, Master, I adore you. I've never been so happy in my life."
She hugged me forcefully enough to make my back crack. That made me laugh.
"I guess I can cancel my chiropractor appointment."
She joined my laughter.
"Sorry, Master."
"Don't be, it felt good."
"Do you have to go watch Katie mix her show tonight, Master?"
"Nope. I was planning to play with my delectable slave."
"Yay."
"When is your modeling job?"
"My appointment is for nine tomorrow with the stylist, then I guess we shoot right away after."
"So, I can't keep you up too late. You'll need a good night's sleep. We want you looking your best."
"Thank you, Master."
I could feel my expression becoming arch, wicked, lecherous even. Lucy noticed, hers became shy and docile.
"Present."
She got to her feet quickly and adopted the position, offering herself exactly as I required.
I rose and slowly circled her, inspecting her closely. I gently stroked her haunches, cupped my lovely breasts, hefting and squeezing them, toying with the perfect nipples, teasing them to full erection.
"I do admire your beautiful breasts."
"They are yours, Master."
"Mmmm, and I am proud to own such perfection."
She preened proudly at my compliment. I reached into the duffel for the clovers.
"I think I'll gild the lilies a bit."
She shivered at the sight of the cruel clamps, but smiled defiantly at the expected pain they would deliver. One at a time I seized her nipples to roll them firmly between my thumb and forefinger pads. Her eyes registered the mild pain I inflicted but smiled lovingly at me throughout. When I surrounded a nipple with the open jaws of the first clamp her eyes widened accompanied by a sharp intake of breath.
"This will hurt, baby."
"I know, Master."
"Ready?"
She shut her eyes and nodded with clenched teeth.
