This story is an outgrowth of the Mistress Barbara and Miss Pamela families and details the ongoing relationship that builds between Robin who was Mistress Barbara's resident slave sitter and Tommy, Miss Pamela's slave and his Lisa when the slaves become Miss Robin's. There are more than fifty episodes in the two storylines which will provide deep backstory to anyone new to their worlds.
I dreamed about Robin last night. Her hands, and what she'd done to me at Desi's shop were featured of course. The look on her face, particularly her amazing eyes, aquamarine or topaz, with tiny golden flecks that popped out depending upon how light hit them. The most incredibly beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She held my balls in her hands as she stole my heart. In the dream she had me bound much like I had been at Desi's but lying on a bed with a plug in my ass. She teased my balls with a feather that made my cock grow to massive proportions. It felt as though it might explode.
She sat on my face then, feeding me her perfect pussy. Her delicious honey was flowing onto my tongue as I delved deeply into her hot tunnel. I imagined the flavor even after I woke up. Her hands were amazing working my balls and cock. She took one ball in each hand, rolling them seductively in her fingers before she repeated the wonderful trick she'd done at Desi's, sounding me with her little finger. In my dream she managed to enter me to the second knuckle.
When I awakened Lisa was staring at me. She held my rigid hardon in her hand. There was a funny look in her eye.
"Were you dreaming about Robin?"
I nodded a bit sheepishly.
"I was."
"She's gorgeous."
"She is."
"I noticed she was working you over pretty hard yesterday."
"It was really hot."
"I could see that on your face."
"I have to tell you..."
"What?"
"I'm going to ask Miss Pamela for release."
"Really, why?"
"I think Miss Robin will take me if I'm free."
"What would that mean for us?"
"She said she likes you and would be happy to take us as a pair."
"Holy shit. That would be a huge change."
"It would. I'd hate to lose you."
"I love you, you know."
And she bent down to slide her sweet mouth over my cock and take me deep into her throat. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and thrust gently deeper into her. She gagged slightly but pressed further to take me all the way, ultimately pressing her nose against my pelvis.
I was primed from my near wet dream and the throat contractions forced by my deep penetration milked me spectacularly. I fired off a series of spurts that she took greedily before pulling back so my final streams decorated her lovely smiling face.
"Whatever you want for us is fine with me. I only care about you, Master."
"She would be your Mistress if we do this."
"I will serve her faithfully as long as I get to be yours, too."
"I love you too, sweet girl."
I licked the streaks of cum from her face and fondled her wonderful tits. We held each other close. I cupped her tight athlete's butt with both hands and pulled her up so I could lean in, kissing my way down her taut tummy on my way to her beautiful pussy.
She was aroused from swallowing my cock and her aroma enveloped me immediately. I've adored her flavor from the moment I first sampled her and my love for her felt overwhelming in that moment. She was ready and spread her legs happily, opening herself to my greedy mouth.
I dug in with my tongue, exploring her hole deeply, rolling my tongue to enable deeper penetration. I pulled her tight against my mouth as I tongue fucked her aggressively. My fingers spread her cleft and found their way to her puckered rosebud. She moaned happily as one finger slid in when I unfurled my tongue and found her fuck button.
She bucked as the twin sensations drove her into sensory overload. My finger in her ass probed deeper and I sucked her clit aggressively as I strummed her clit with my tongue. Her hips drove her forward to my mouth and a fresh wave of her nectar flowed into my mouth.
I knew the clenching of her abs and glutes were precursors to the building orgasm to come and also that the amount of juice spoke to its being a massive one. When she cried out and forcefully clutched my head, I knew I was right and enjoyed the spectacular body quakes that accompanied her release.
We lay together coming down from our orgasms for about twenty minutes before adjourning to the shower for our morning ablutions. We cleaned each other thoroughly, knowing that the mixer was scheduled for that evening before wandering out to find Miss Pamela waiting on the couch while watching TV.
"Good morning, lovely slaves."
"Good morning, Miss Pamela."
"I've had breakfast, go ahead if you'd like."
"I'll make some oatmeal, Master. Brown sugar and a little milk?"
"Please, baby."
I knelt by Miss Pamela's feet and looked up at her expectantly.
"I get the feeling you have something to say."
"Yes, Miss."
"Are you uneasy about the new situation with Miss Barbara's slaves joining us?"
"I suppose you could say that."
The inquiry implicit in her expression begged for more.
"This is really hard."
"Spit it out, Tommy."
"I'd like to petition for my release as your slave."
She stared at me without response. The silence drew on. Lisa returned with a bowl of oatmeal and noticed the tension in the air, so she handed it to me and knelt beside me without speaking. I set the bowl down.
"Lisa, Tommy has just asked me for release. Do you also wish to cease being my slave."
"I belong to him. Where he goes, I would wish to go, if he'll have me."
Miss Pamela leaned back and sat silently for about two minutes before speaking again.
"Are you certain this is what you want?"
