When the doorbell rang, Wendy knew who it was. She checked herself in the foyer mirror, made a slight adjustment to her hair, and answered the door with a smile. "Ms. Price, so good to see you again."
Angela's stern expression softened with the warm welcome. "It's unusual for OPB agents to be greeted so cheerfully. Be careful, it might raise suspicions," she said with a playful wink and stepped in. Her hair was once again pulled back in a harsh bun, but this time her lips were a glossy crimson. Wendy had to wonder if that was just for her. Angela had on a shapeless, dark pantsuit like the last time she visited - maybe even the same one. And, of course, her ever-present tablet computer was clutched close to her chest.
"He's in the kitchen," Wendy explained, suddenly feeling nervous for some reason. "Shall I call him out?"
"Before you do, let me ask you first how things have been going, Miss Ward?"
"Oh, it's Mrs. Cisero now."
Angela blinked, and she consulted her tablet. "Ah, I see, you married since my last visit. Odd."
"Odd? How so?"
"Nothing really...it's just unusual for masters to marry their slaves...um, owned person."
"I'm not crazy about referring to my husband as my slave, but that's pretty much how it is. You don't have to bend over backwards to be politically correct with me."
Angela visibly relaxed at that. "I'm glad to see you're adapting to your new role. But, as I was saying, in the few cases I know of marriages taking place, no one has ever adopted their slave's surname."
"I guess I'm just an old-fashioned girl," Wendy chirped with a smile.
"Not too old-fashioned, I hope."
Wendy wasn't sure what she meant by that. Instead of worrying about it, she took Angela by the elbow and led her into the living room. "What did you want to ask me?"
"Nothing tricky. Just curious about how things are going. Is he giving you any trouble?"
"We've had a few...challenges, but nothing I couldn't handle."
"That's good to hear. I like your attitude. I think you've got a really good chance."
"Chance of what?"
"Of making it through this. Believe it or not, a lot of women can't handle being masters...or mistresses, if you prefer."
"If it has to be something, then I'd rather it just be owner," Wendy said, resigning herself to the idea that her role needed to be defined one way or another.
"Most female owners can't handle the stress and give up within the first few months. But I can tell you're one of the strong ones. You'll stick in there and do just fine."
"I hope so," Wendy responded, worrying that maybe she shouldn't take that as a compliment.
Angela checked her tablet. "And...I see you upgraded his chip."
Wendy put a finger to her lips, and whispered, "He doesn't know about that, and I'd like to keep it that way." Angela nodded knowingly and locked her lips then mimed throwing away the key. "We can talk more about that another time. There are a lot of added functions that make life so much easier."
"Tom!" Wendy called, "Time for inspection."
They heard some movement in the kitchen, then Tom came into the living room. He was naked, his cock limp, and his head hung low like a humbled dog.
"Oh! Have you adopted the nudity rule, or is this just for me?"
"He's not allowed clothes while in the house unless we have guests."
"Then I'm glad I don't qualify as a guest," Angela said with a lustful look at Tom. Wendy revised her earlier assumption that her OPB agent was a lesbian and recalibrated her assessment to her possibly being bisexual...like most people these days.
"You did say you would be doing a genital examination this visit, didn't you?" Wendy stepped over to Tom and cupped his cock and balls, giving them a gentle shake. "Here he is."
"So he is." Angela stepped closer. "Is he able to get an erection?"
"That's never been a problem for him. Has it, dear?" She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"One requirement for the examination is that he demonstrates that he can get erect. You can have him do it himself, you could also assist him, or..."
Wendy fondled his balls absently as she listened to Angela. "Or...?"
"Or you could allow me to assist him."
"Oh, I see. And just how would you do that?"
"Manual manipulation, like you're doing. But in difficult cases, I may need to use my mouth..."
"Tough job," quipped Wendy, "But I guess someone has to do it. I think Tom here might be one of those difficult cases you mentioned." He was already starting to get hard, but she didn't think Angela actually cared one way or the other. Wendy knew what she was up to.
"Then let's get right to it," Angela said and went to her knees in front of Tom, putting her tablet aside. Wendy held out his penis to her and she took it into her mouth and began sucking. She knew Tom was loving this, but she was surprised how much she was enjoying seeing those ruby-red lips wrapped around her husband's growing cock.
There was no question that this was inappropriate and outside of the Bureau's protocol, but Wendy didn't mind at all. She was quite happy to know that the agent assigned to their case was a shameless pervert. Wendy had to resist the urge to touch herself as Angela worked Tom up to a full erection before backing off and admiring her work. She didn't seem the least bit put off by Tom's modest dimensions down there.
"That did the trick," she said breathily and made an examination of his cock and balls. "No bruising, no cuts or scrapes, no teeth marks...everything seems to be in order." Angela continued to examine him, looking like she wanted to finish what she'd started. "You can bring him to completion if you like."
It sounded more like a request than a suggestion to Wendy. As much as she avoided blowjobs, this time she might not mind it so much. She got down next to Angela, who directed Tom's penis toward her mouth. She accepted it and began sucking it, bobbing her head and trying to ignore the fact that she was being watched so closely. It was strange to have a witness to this very intimate act, but also stimulating in a way she wouldn't have expected.
"Don't forget the balls," Angela whispered and fondled Tom's nutsack. It was only a matter of seconds before he began moaning, and soon enough he was squirting in her mouth. She took it all but didn't swallow. Should she? Or should she spit it out?
