I would like to thank Angel Love for once again editing my work. I invite comments and suggestions from readers-perhaps you can suggest a direction that might enthral me...
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The day passed slowly. I explored the house before thoroughly dusting and vacuuming it. After searching the kitchen and the freezer, I decided on my menu for the evening. I planned to make a dessert (raspberry pudding with butter sauce), and the main course was to be Coq-au-vin with roasted potatoes and petits pois. As well, I would make a Caesar salad. Mistress Sheila was well equipped and had all the necessary ingredients.
By mid-afternoon I was well on my way to being ready. I sat down and started to stroke my penis thinking of all that had happened in the past day. No sooner had I come to a full erection when the doorbell rang. Not knowing what to do, I stood and carefully went to a window by the door. It was Kathy's mother, Rhonda. As I was trying to decide whether I should open the door or pretend not to be home, she noticed me. I decided that I had better answer the door-despite my nakedness. After all, she had already seen me on a leash and peeing like a dog.
"Hello Rhonda," I greeted her quizzically. She stared at me for a moment and I blushed as I realized she was looking at my erect cock.
"Have you been given permission to call me Rhonda?" she asked. "I certainly haven't given you permission-of that I'm sure." Suddenly I realized the trouble I could be in if Mistress Sheila was told of my error.
Quickly, I kneeled in front of Rhonda and dropped my head. "I'm sorry Mistress Rhonda. Please don't tell Mistress Sheila-I'll do whatever you say."
"That's better Michael," she grinned. "As a matter of fact I was hoping you'd say something like that. Follow me," and she marched into the house.
Figuring I'd better play it safe, I followed on my hands and knees. Rhonda marched right through the house to the back sunroom. There she proceeded to sit down on the rattan couch. She reached over and pulled the footstool towards her and put her feet up.
"I'd like a drink Michael, a rum and coke please."
"Yes Mistress," I said as I hurried from the room. It was a good thing that I'd been through the house so thoroughly in the morning. I knew exactly where the liquor was kept. On returning with Mistress Rhonda's drink, I found her sprawled out on the couch with her legs still on the footstool, but having fallen apart. I handed her the drink and then as she took her first swig, she grabbed my collar and pulled me down beside her. Moving one leg, she pulled my still closer and I found myself kneeling between her legs.
With her movements, her summer dress had hiked up her thighs, and I found myself staring at her naked pussy. I was surprised to see that she was clean shaven and also multiply pierced. Each of her pussy lips was pierced in two places. She had golden rings in her piercings, and the rings in each lip were linked together by small incredibly sexy golden chains. Mistress Rhonda reached forward with and grabbed one chain with each hand. She started to play with the chains and then pulled them outward, stretching her pussy lips.
"Lick me," she grunted and I obediently leaned in to penetrate her with my tongue. "Yes... that's the way... mmm... suck on my clit..."
Mistress Rhonda was really getting into it. She let go of the chains and grabbed my head pulling me into her crotch. She definitely knew what she wanted me to do. I flattened my tongue and started to rapidly flick it over her clit. I could feel two of the rings with each movement of my tongue. It was incredibly erotic! I determined that I was going to give this woman a massive orgasm if I could.
Mistress Rhonda reached into her bag and retrieved a dildo. She pushed it down towards my mouth and I took it in, slurping and lubing it as if it were my own cock. When it was good and wet, Mistress pushed me away for a moment.
"Watch," she said, and she slowly pushed the dildo into her ass. "Now make me cum while I fuck my ass."
I was mesmerized by the view, but as Mistress Rhonda's hands pulled me back into her cunt, I started to once again lick her pussy. I really got into the groove with her taste and smell overwhelming me. I lapped at her like a kitten at milk, and she quivered in delight. Licking her pussy became the most important thing in the world for me-I needed to make her cum. I licked at her thighs and the dildo as it moved in and out of her ass, and then returned to her clit. As she began to moan, I sucked her whole pink pussy into my mouth. She squealed with pleasure and pulled me closer to her pussy making it difficult to breathe and yet still I worked my tongue. Suddenly she came... and I eagerly swallowed her drop of her cream as if my life depended on it.
"Damn," she exclaimed as she pushed me away. "That was good." Suddenly she pulled out the dildo and tossed it to me. "Lick it clean Michael, and tell me how much you like it."
I took the dildo into my mouth trying not to gag, and then suddenly it didn't matter. Mistress Rhonda was looking so sexy, sated, and pleased with me that I really worked at cleaning the dildo.
"Thank-you for the opportunity of cleaning your ass toy, Mistress. It makes me happy to please you."
Without a backward glance, Mistress Rhonda got up and walked out of the house. I was so hard it hurt, but I was afraid to pleasure myself without permission. I was sure that tonight Mistress Sheila would take care of that.
As the day wore on, I became more familiar with my setting. I had thoroughly explored the house, though I hadn't dared to move outdoors. After all, I was still somewhat afraid of being seen naked and collared. I had made the dessert in the morning and was just about to start on the main course when the phone rang. My first impulse was to let it ring, but then I worried that it might be Mistress Sheila, so I ran to get it before the answering machine kicked in.
"Hello, this is slave Michael." That seemed a good way to answer the phone.
