That night, Bobo was very excited to hear that he would have a special visitor. I delivered my instructions to him as he knelt before me in the bedroom.
"You will treat her with the utmost respect, Bobo. She is a wonderful woman. Don't forget that. You are to obey her at all times. Understood?"
Bobo nodded vigorously.
She's been treated badly by men, and you, Bobo, are going to do whatever it takes to make up for that. She knows what you are, and she likes hearing about it. Oh, yes. I've told her everything." I said ominously.
Upon hearing this, Bobo began to squirm and frisk about. He had met Cindy a few times, knew she was pretty, and I'd seen him giving her the once-over more than once. Plus, it would be fun to coach her on how to control and train Bobo for her own purposes. I planned to share him with her. Not surprisingly, Bobo had an erection.
"Get that thing out of my sight, pig." I told him, and he scampered off to his closet.
The next day, Cindy and I talked on the phone.
"Hey, I'm really excited, Gretch. How did Bobby... I mean Bobo... Gosh I still can't get used to calling him that." she said, giggling,
"How did he respond when you told him I would be coming over?"
"He's looking forward to it, Cindy. I gave him the news while he was kneeling before me, and he got pretty excited, if you know what I mean."
"Wow. I can just picture it. Him kneeling before you, and all." she said reflectively, then added,
"But that's where he belongs, right?"
"Absolutely, dear. On his knees waiting for my commands."
"Gee."
"You'll get to order him around tonight. Are you ready for that?" I queried, hoping she felt some resolve and not just curiosity.
"You know, I ran over the whole thing in my mind last night, Gretchen. I pictured Bobo crawling around your place, and you doing stuff to him, slapping his face, and I felt like hey! I could be doing that, too!"
"You certainly can, my friend. And more. Have you had any ideas?"
There was a moment or two of silence.
"Well, I thought about riding him, actually. Like he'd be my pony. I kinda got into it. Making a bridle out of some rope, and steering him around."
"Sounds good, Cindy. Remember, Bobo is there to serve you. You just do what you like with him. Okay? If you don't like the ride he gives you, then you go right ahead and punish him." I said adamantly.
"You mean, slap him or something?"
"Sure, honey. Slap the shit out of him, if you like. Just pretend he's Roland. I mean they're cut from the same cloth."
"It would be fun, really." she said, somewhat tentatively. "Just letting loose like that."
"It's lots of fun, honey. And very liberating. Slapping a dirtbag male loser like Bobo sure does it for me."
"Maybe he won't need it, won't deserve it."
"No matter! I enjoy doing it for no reason at all. Why, not too long ago, Bobo spent a good bit of time licking my pussy and worshiping it. When I was done - I mean I came twice - I just pushed him off, stood up, and just laid into him. It was great."
"Really?"
"Yep. It was right after I'd orgasmed, so I was feeling that and getting off on slapping Bobo at the same time."
"Hmmmm. That sounds cool. So, he never knows what to expect. Keeps him on his toes!" Cindy said, and I could sense she was getting into it.
"How is he... I mean, going down on you. Is he gentle?"
"Like a little lamb, girlfriend. You're welcome to see for yourself, of course. I've got him well trained. Plus, he thinks you're super hot. He used to ask about you a lot. I'm sure he'd do a very good job. Most men are blundering assholes when it comes to eating pussy. but Bobo... he's been brought up right!"
"Oops!" Cindy whispered suddenly. "Here comes Connie the commandant. Gotta go, Gretch. So, tonight, right?"
"Come when you get off. I'll have dinner for us. And you can watch Bobo eat from his dog dish."
"Sounds great! See you then."
I whipped up a nice pasta primavera for the two of us the following evening, and had it waiting in a warm oven for Cindy's arrival. Bobo was beside himself with what seemed like a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Twice I had to scold him for touching himself when he thought I wasn't looking. He apparently had Cindy on his mind.
At six-thirty the doorbell rang. I sent Bobo into his closet before answering. I opened the door and Cindy stood there, pixieish as ever, wearing a light cornflower-blue summer dress and holding a bouquet of daffodils.
"Well, dear, don't you look pretty!" I said, ushering her in.
"And flowers." I said, eyeing the yellow blooms appreciatively.
"I thought, well,... this is a special occasion." Cindy replied. I could sense that she was a bit nervous.
"Come on into the kitchen, and we'll have a drink." I said, taking the bouquet.
"These are lovely. Thank you, Cindy."
As we walked back to the kitchen, I saw that Cindy was looking about.
"Bobo's in his closet. He's very excited about this evening." I said.
"Good, good." Cindy rejoined. "I am, too. A little nervous, though." she said, and smiled at me.
"Let's have that drink. I'll bring him out whenever you like. Okay?"
"Cool. I'm looking forward to it really. i've been thinking about this all day."
I ran some water into a vase, and arranged the flowers on the kitchen table.
"How about margaritas?" I said.
"Yum! And you know how to make them, as I recall."
"Agave syrup and fresh lime. Those are key." I said with some authority. I enjoyed bartending for my friends.
"I brought another little something." Cindy said, reaching into her handbag. She pulled out a small glassine bag with a fat, resiny bud inside it.
"Fabulous!" I said. I don't smoke regularly, but I sure do like a good buzz, and this looked like a quality item.
"A guy at work deals, so it was no problem getting it. Just thought it would be nice for tonight."
"It sure will. I might let Bobo have some. Won't that put him in the stratosphere! he's already wound up as it is." I said, bringing the drinks to the table.
"Cheers to a very special friendship, Cindy." I said, and our glasses clicked.
We sat in the kitchen sipping our drinks and chatting. Cindy had come equipped with a small glass pipe, and we smoked a bowl. Sure enough, it was premium shit. I freshened the margaritas, and, bringing along the daffodils, we decamped to the living room couch.
"Well, are you ready to meet Bobo, girlfriend?" I said, giving Cindy a playful nudge on the shoulder.
"Sure! Sure I'm ready." she replied excitedly. "Ooooooh. This is so cool!" she said, sitting closer to the edge of the cushion.
'Okay, then. Bobo! Bobo! Get your stupid ass in here now!" I said loudly. Cindy fell back giggling nervously.
From the far end of the hallway we heard the hurried thumping of Bobo hastening towards us. Then... there he was! He slowed his pace as he entered the room, keeping his head down. He wore only his kneepads, gloves, and the pink knee socks I'd bought for the occasion.
"Get over here." I ordered, and Bobo came to within a few feet of us.
'You remember Ms Cindy, don't you, Bobo?"
Without looking up, he responded.
"Yes, Ma'am."
