Chapter 17
California Dreaming
Nathanial was fuming. His wife and daughter were at last expected home this evening from the pony training centre. They would be furious with him for not collecting them sooner.
He had been away on business for a week before finding out they had been taken away. It was a secret location so it was impossible to just turn up and hand over the cash. The trainer had demanded full payment, despite them only completing part of the training and didn't have the money. He had to borrow it from a friend in London, which added another delay.
The money transfer had been mislaid in New York for several days. By the time it reached him, and he arranged to make the payment in cash, three weeks had passed. Of course the banks involved had apologised and blamed each other, but that didn't help one bit.
Adding to his bad temper was a demand to attend a meeting in Washington. He had to brief a diplomat before the man left on his appointment in the middle east. It was important, he knew that, but such bad timing was the last straw.
It would be better to face the trouble now, rather than have it build while he was away. His wife could be awkward, and his daughter more so. The only consolation was that young Roger had caused the problem, and would be here to face the consequences.
His wayward daughter had arranged for Roger's slave to be sent away for pony-girl training. The slave, Hollie, had contrived to have his daughter and wife sent away instead. By all accounts they had all behaved badly.
He would use their bad behaviour to chastise them, and put them in their place, hopefully. He had been too lenient with them both for some time. Maybe now was the time to set a stricter regime at home.
Nathanial glared at Roger as he was guided into his study by Rachael.
"I have a problem you can help me with. I have to leave this afternoon for an important meeting. Angela and her mother are due home this evening, and I won't be here to receive them. Do you think you are capable of signing for them in my absence?" Nathanial asked.
"Yes, sir. What exactly do I need to do?" he asked.
"Just that. Sign for their return, like a couple of parcels," he dismissively stated.
They looked at each other with a hint of amusement. They both knew how Angela would react over such an indignity. Bridget, his wife, could be a handful too. She knew how to manipulate a man and make him suffer. Roger realised it wasn't going to be as simple as Nathanial made it sound. This looked like being his punishment for letting Hollie trick them into being sent away.
"My advice is to keep your errant slave-girl away from here. What are you going to do with her tonight?" Nathanial asked.
"Err, she's safely tucked up in her cage, sir," Roger lied. He wasn't going to admit that she had run away. He had no idea where she was, or how she managed to escape.
"Well, good. Perhaps you have learnt to keep a slave in check. I have too," he relented. "Don't forget you are the master of the house while I am away. The two slaves and Angela, are to obey you. Make sure they understand that. Any trouble from them and you are to chastise them. Tell them they will be facing my anger on my return," he firmly stated.
Roger didn't think that would be an easy task, for him or Nathanial. The two women would be furious from the indignity of suffering pony-girl training.
"What should I do with them?" Roger stupidly asked.
"Whatever you damn well please! They are slaves Roger. Use them," Nathanial crossly stated. He meant Roger should make them suffer for all the trouble they had caused.
"Slave! Are my bags packed?" Roger demanded to know.
"Yes master," Rachael demurely said.
"Roger is your master until I return. Obey him. She has a nice comfortable bottom, Roger," Nathanial said, and slapped Rachael's ass. "Make use of it while you can. I shan't be able to when they return," he wistfully said.
The heavy double front doors slammed shut. A limousine crunched away on the drive.
Roger sat in the study contemplating Angela's return with unease. Nathanial's daughter was a spoilt brat, with an attitude problem. At least his wife was an experienced slave and knew her place. Having so much experience meant she knew how to get her own way, though more subtly than Angela.
Rachael coughed to gain his attention. She was leaning on the desk, looking over her shoulder at the young man. He looked up from his reverie, blinking his eyes. She lifted the back of the short skirt to reveal a bare bottom.
"Does master wish to make use of his slave?" Rachael flatly stated.
It was humiliating being passed from one master to another. Especially as this one was so young. She thought it better to get it over with, rather than have him messing with her while he got up courage to take her. She tried to entice him by wiggling her bottom at him. The sooner he was satisfied the sooner she could return to her room for some peace.
Roger decided to test himself with this new slave. She seemed easier to deal with then Angela or her mother.
"Let's see what you have to offer, slave," Roger demanded. At least she knew what was meant, and reacted quickly. She stripped off the blouse and skirt, to stand naked before him. As expected she wore no underwear. Her breasts stood up well considering her age.
She turned around for him to take in a full, hourglass figure. With a slim waist her breasts were impressive. Her bottom was larger than she would have liked, but she worked on it to keep it firm. With long slim legs she looked good in high heels and stockings, and even now while naked.
She was proud of her shape, and could see he was interested. Perhaps he wouldn't bugger her as Nathanial had after all.
She enjoyed playing at being a slave occasionally, and had arranged to spend a week with a master. Something came up, and the man she had references for passed her on to Nathanial. It was embarrassing as Nathanial knew who she was. He would keep her dirty little secret, though In return she had to submit completely to him. Whereas she normally had strict rules over what she would submit to.
When he buggered her she was appalled and humiliated. She still didn't like that kind of sex, but the humiliation was tremendous. It kept her in place as his obedient slave, as well as the threat of exposure if she stepped out of line.
Her husband had to take on an unexpected overseas appointment, so Nathanial decided to keep her here until he returned. Only having played a weekend of games before a whole week seemed a long time to be a slave. Now the week had been extended, she found herself settling into the role.
Rachael pushed out her chest to display a pair of impressive breasts. Sucking in her stomach she hoped to impress him. It wasn't dignified for a respectable woman to be flaunting her body at a young eighteen year old. That she needed to impress him to avoid rejection, made it all the more humiliating.
He was a handsome young man, and she was his slave. Her pussy began to throb in anticipation.
After examining her body, Roger eventually took a good look at her face. He had been too preoccupied to look at her properly until now. He almost gasped out loud. He was sure the shock showed, though fortunately she was demurely looking down at the floor, as a well trained slave should.
He recognised her as one of his parents friends! Rachael and her husband weren't close friends like Nathanial. He recognised her as they both regularly attended his parents parties. She obviously hadn't recognised him. Fortunately he kept out of the way of his father's boring functions.
Wow! This beautiful woman was standing naked before him, ready to obey anything he wanted. What would his father say, or her husband, if they found out she had offered her asshole to him? The temptation was too much to resist.
"Crawl over here, you know what to do, slave. Don't make me cum, or I'll punish you," he warned.
The thought of spanking one of his parents friends was interesting. Watching her mouth slowly close upon his cock was fascinating. If he hadn't had so much experience of this with Hollie, he would have cum over her face. He keenly watched her suck him into her mouth, and swallow. He felt her chin nudge his balls and quivered in delight.
She gripped the base of his cock with long slim fingers to hold off an orgasm. She kept the pace slow, swallowing his cock on every other long stroke. Her own body was responding too. That he didn't want to cum in her mouth meant he intended to fuck her. He had muscular thighs, so hoped he had a decent technique to go with the strength.
"Enough, slave," Roger said. He only just managed to push her away. The idea of spurting his cum into this woman's mouth and down her throat, was almost too much to resist. Hollie had been older than him, but having this important mature woman, was awesome.
"Lie back and play with yourself," he ordered, while he tried to recover.
Rachael was sure now. Unless he intended to cum over her body, he was going to fuck her. Through narrowed eyes she watched him calming down. So he had experience after all. It was promising to be a good night. She wondered what he would be like. Fast and furious, or a comfortable slow screw. Either way, she was desperate enough to enjoy the feel of him entering her.
He watched her slim fingers twirling over a bald pussy. Her lips were already parted, and slick. As her bud appeared he compared her sex with Hollie. This woman had plump lips with a long fat clit.
He got onto the floor between her legs to seesaw his cock over her lips. She hefted her hips up at him, as Hollie would have done, though less wildly. The woman was more in control, and less frantic.
"Keep still!" he told her.
The moment had to be enjoyed. He was about to shaft one of his parents friends. She was one of the jet set, married to an important political contact of his fathers. Keeping her waiting for his cock was great. She was breathing heavily, and squirming under him. All that he had learnt with Hollie was paying off.
"Please master! Please fuck your slave," she moaned.
With great delicacy he smoothly slid into her body. It was gratifying to hear a whine of appreciation.
"Keep still, slave. Your master wants to use his cunt," Roger demanded.
