For the next twenty four hours Mistress Debra ordered Bobby to lay low. She even ordered out for Chinese and made coffee for the two of them the following morning. Following Layla’s orders she started the hormone injections the day after surgery and by noon Bobby could already feel a pronounced heaviness growing in his balls. The thought of them rapidly expanding pleased Deb thoroughly and she dreamed of the changes about to be manifest.
The surgery and its after affects were surprisingly painless. Bobby took a prophylactic dose or two of an analgesic but by day two, he woke feeling pretty much normal. It was the ache down under that steadily grew more uncomfortable but he had expected that. What startled him was the effect of the blue pill. Never before had he been so aroused for so long. As a result he incessantly fantasized about making love with Mistress. However that was not to be as he spent the next seven days secured tightly in his cage letting the trauma from the brief surgery heal while enduring the almost continual erection courtesy of the little blue pill regimen.
“Open wide,” she’d say twice daily and pop the diamond-shaped pellet in his mouth followed by a glass of water and a bright smile. “I want you to get as big as I can possibly make you and this is what the doctor ordered.” That was followed with an injection and an almost immediate increase in pain as the bolus of hormone began its transforming change.
Bobby eagerly obeyed. Her excitement was contagious and he could readily see just how much she was enjoying the entire process of transforming him from a nearly consummate slave to one of impeccable attributes, at least from a genital perspective. Meanwhile Deb returned to her normal routine working in the office several hours daily where she either saw clients by appointment or traveled to meet them in a more preferable location. Bobby took over complete responsibility for all household chores and by the weeks’ end he had a full grasp on what she expected as he assumed the role of full-time house maid and servant.
There was one unexpected hiccup in his cleaning routine that came four days post surgery. While dusting quietly on the upper level he turned and almost ran into a very cute young woman of about twenty. She was tall and nicely built with firm, high-riding breasts that spilled out of a cute rose-colored top. Her bleach-blonde hair hung full and straight, extending to the middle of her back and all of this was complimentary to the cute smile, perfect legs and attractive figure she bore. Bobby thought she reminded him of the model beach-babe college girl and he was not too far off in that assessment.
“Oh, excuse me,” Bobby said shocked at her presence but completely ignorant of the fact that he was naked.
The younger girl uttered a brief scream and looked at him wide-eyed, her gaze moving quickly to his to his tiny cage secured by the small padlock “Who in the hell are you?!”
Bobby held out his hand and for whatever reason his casual demeanor put the girl at ease and she went from shocked to giggling as he introduced himself.
“Hi ma’am, I’m Bobby Ashby, Debra’s slave.”
Stifling her laugh she replied, “Slave? Now that’s a new one for me. I’m, uh Katie Martin, Ms Ashby’s intern and neighbor,” Her eyes continued to run over the older man taking in his nudity, his cuteness and that tiny steel contraption wrapped tightly around his penis.
Bobby also made his own assessment. The girl was obviously wealthy. The way she carried herself; her dress, her make-up; it all gave him the feel she came from money and when she revealed who she was things quickly fell into place. “Oh, you live across the street! I remember seeing that name on the mailbox.”
For one appearing so shocked she regained composure almost abnormally fast. Rather than being put off and wanting to flee, she held her ground, something that produced a deep visceral response in the man standing only a few feet distant. “What is that and why aren’t you dressed?” she inquired pointing to the cage. Her voice sounding like an all too familiar controlling one he had heard so often during his months in Tennessee.
Bobby hesitated. Submissive feelings of deference surfaced instinctively. “Maybe we should go see Ms. Debra and bring her in on this conversation.”
“She’s with a client. That’s not possible,” Katie said frankly. “So answer my questions.”
“Can we sit and talk rather than standing here and having us both feeling awkward?”
“I’m feeling fine,” she countered, “but yes, we can sit.”
“Can I get you a drink? Water? Soda? Juice?”
“I’ll take a diet Coke if you have it. Pepsi if you don’t.”
“I’ll get two.”
Bobby sat next to her on the sofa and then talked almost continually for the next twenty minutes. As to why he suddenly became a verbal fountain of information, he didn’t precisely know but later he believed it all had to do with her candid statements that he associated with being urfa escort dominant. For whatever the reason, he went on to give her the essentials of both his past and his current arrangement with Mistress. He apologized for not referring to Deb as Mistress and Katie appeared to understand given the brusque circumstances of their encounter. Katie absorbed all this almost too easily, and then revealed she had taken a course last year on alternative lifestyles to satisfy a sociology requirement. Femdom relationships was a topic they had spent nearly a week discussing. Although she had not known a femdom couple the concept was not at all new.
“But I had no idea Ms. Ashby was into this,” she added. “I mean she’s gorgeous and all but she seems so, so normal to me. I can’t believe she’d want a naked man prowling around her house.
Bobby smiled. “Prowling? Who said I was prowling? I was working. I do all of her house work as a matter of fact.”
‘I just can’t believe she is into the whole mistress and sub thing.”
“I guess you won’t be thinking that from here on out,” he said grinning handsomely. “But you really should make it a point to let her know we met.” He stood.
When he did, the pretty blonde smiled; her blue eyes now at eye-level with his cage. “Can I touch this?”
“Sure, just be careful with the balls. They’re a bit sore.”
“Why are you wearing this anyway? Is this part of your slavery requirement? Are you being punished?”
Bobby snickered. “No, I had some minor surgery the other day and the doctor wants me in this for a week to let things heal.”
“Surgery? Are you OK?”
“Oh yes. It was over in fifteen minutes from what they told me. Just three little incisions to cut something in my penis called the corpus cav-er-something or other.”
“Cavernosa,” she corrected. “That’s the spongy part of your penis that fills with blood when you have an erection,” she said suddenly appearing quite academic. Her gaze turned more analytical, now that she understood what was done. “Why did they cut that?”
“Mistress wants me to be thicker.”
Katie giggled, her smile becoming bright and adorable. “Ms Ashby wanted that? Ms Ashby had this done to you?” She struggled to comprehend the hidden side of the beautiful neighbor lady from across the street.
Just then Mistress appeared. “Yes Katie, I did and when he is permitted to take it off I’ll let you see him in all his glory. I have a mold of what he looked like before so you can compare the difference – if there is any. Now how about you and I get back to work? I’m sure Bobby has much yet to do around the house.”
“Yes, of course,” she said her face flushing cardinal red.
Bobby watched them leave, a hint of a smile gracing his mistress’ face as the two headed back to the office. He heard the office door click as the lock was turned on the other side. Bobby returned to his project of dusting, this time with a smile gracing his face.
Because of the minimal surgical discomfort, Mistress felt confident she could get other facets of his routine established and initiated a strict conditioning and strengthening regimen which she personally oversaw. Even while in her office she made sure he pushed himself to his max using security cameras and intercom system as a means of oversight, motivation and communication. Four days of lifting and five days of cardio and flexibility occupied the better part of three hours every afternoon.
Bobby soon learned the security camera oversight was the exception to the rule. Although she required him to be in the gym on most days of the week, Deb joined him for three of those days getting in her own workout completed. They each served as motivators of one another. Bobby’s routine centered on gaining muscle bulk, while Deb’s lifting served more to maintain. Their time sweating, grunting and working their bodies hard enabled each to see another side of the person they were now served or owned. For Deb his work ethic and self motivation were yet more indicators he was the type of person she wanted. For Bobby he saw she was much more than just a pretty face. Beautiful yes, but she was also driven, bright, confident intense and compassionate even when demanding. He loved seeing her push her body to its limit just as much as she enjoyed seeing the pump in his arms and legs after performing a final set to failure.
On Thursday, a week after first meeting Mistress’ three friends the doorbell once more chimed and Deb sent Bobby up to answer it. By the time the three beautiful friends arrived, Bobby was almost done with his work out. Mistress had really intensified what she had him doing today, knowing he have two days to rest and recover. Not only did she plan what she wanted him to do but she also specified the number of sets, repetitions, and even assisted him with those final three or four pushes or pulls as his muscles reached near fatigue and eventually exhaustion.
Bobby answered balıkesir escort the door beaming, knowing he was about to be harassed once more by the three beauties. Wiping his brow with a towel he stepped aside and let the girls in.
“Hello ladies,” glad you could come. I’m just about finished working out but Deb just got started.” He made no mention of anything obviously different and acted as if they were great friends. Keeping the towel over his crotch he followed them to the gym. No one said much but he could tell there was an air of excitement generated upon their arrival. He figured they knew the latest news on his status and were deliberately avoiding asking the obvious questions.
After greetings were made and Bobby moved to stand next to Mistress he lifted the towel. It only took a moment.
“Now there is a look I would never have expected!” Ty exclaimed eagerly. I knew she kept you locked in something. Bobby stared back at the svelte ebony woman dressed in cute shorts that hardly covered her chocolate ass and a T-shirt that had been ripped so high above the waist that it barely covered her bra. Leaving her midsection and lower back open and exposed made for a look that was all too inviting.
He felt the pressure in his cage grow even tighter as the combination of Viagra and her beauty did what it would do to any healthy male although no one, including him, could see a bit of change in the outward state of his arousal.
Tyaja quickly approached and cupped his balls in one hand. Even her gentle pressure felt uncomfortable and she noticed the mild wince.
“I heard about what’s going on down here,” she said “and I can’t wait to see the final product.” She gave his tender orbs another squeeze, turned her attention to Debra and planted a sensual kiss on her soft lips. Bobby looked on with incredulity at the intimacy of their embrace.
Jerking in the surprising feel of soft hair brushing against his thighs he realized Lisa had taken Ty’s place so near. In fact she was now kneeling between his legs and examining his cock through the cage bars. Her lustrous black hair cascaded down along either side of her neck and over her slender shoulders. He felt her lips touch each testicle when she kissed first one and then the other.
“Debra, these are looking even more delicious than they did last week!”
“Last week they were just average,” Ty chimed in, still wrapping one arm tightly around her girl. “Next week is what I am interested in. Then it will be time to play around. Right Mistress?” she said kissing Deb once more.
“Aren’t you a horny bitch today!” Lisa said. “Go get a room!” She stood and cheerfully kissed one of Bobby’s sweaty pectorals and then patted his cheek affectionately. “You’re one lucky man to have this woman as your mistress,” her smile showing a row of perfect teeth. She was beautiful and Bobby could see why she won the Miss Texas title not so many years ago but Bobby wondered why she now acted so taken by his gonads when only last week she seemed immune to anything ‘male’.
Jenny stood some distance away just inside the door. When Bobby met her eyes she smiled, her petite and curvy frame looking as good as ever.
“Hi Jenny,” Bobby said. “Come in and join us.”
It was then that Jenny spotted what the others had missed, the slow drip, drip, drip of fluid leaking from his cockslit.
She held a cupped hand under the leaking spigot and after several seconds opened her palm to show the others. “Is this hot or what! He’s leaking cum! Just look at him!” She said calling attention to his diminutive and insignificant looking penis.
Ty lowered a hand and within a minute had gathered a few drips. Licking his precum she assessed the taste. “Mild. Not bad slave.”
Lisa knelt and held out her tongue. Deb watched, shaking her head in absolute perplexity watching Lisa gather three of four thick droplets on her extended tongue and swallow the sweet tasting liquid. “Damn Deb, that’s actually good. Where did you find this guy?”
“Tennessee,” she said playing along. “There’s a flight to Nashville or Chattanooga later today if you want to go shopping for a clone.”
Lisa responded by sticking her tongue out as if to say, ‘I hate you’.
“Bobby,” Deb said flatly, “It’s time for you to go and get your shower and let us workout. Nothing is going to happen as long as you are here.”
“We can make lots of things happen girl,” Ty said playfully. “Want a little of this?” she lifted her top, letting Bobby see full breasts and rock hard nipples poking through the thin sports bra.
Ignoring the offer, Deb pointed upstairs and her slave immediately left, his cock aching as it pressed with all its ability against the solid bars that refused to budge.
“Why won’t you let us play with him?” Ty asked almost too genuinely.
“What kind of question is that?” Deb retorted. “He’s my slave, yes, but I told you I want more to trabzon escort come of what we have than this. I can’t get there if I just loan him out to whomever.”
Ty and Jenny stuck out her lower lips, miming a pouty face while Lisa returned to her expected stoic self because of the subject matter being discussed.
“He’s just so fucking handsome,” Ty said. “He does something to me, even though he is white.”
“Like you can’t get anyone you want,” Jenny retorted.
“Girls,” Deb interjected. “Let’s put this to rest.”
Ty put both arms around Deb’s neck and pressed her body close, their thighs and breasts now touching intimately. “You know what happens to me when I get this way.”
Deb smirked. It was a forced smirk but one Ty construed as a sincere smile.
“I’m feeling it even more. How about you kiss me?” Although it came out as a question, everyone in the room knew it wasn’t and Deb surrendered while Ty held her face against hers for a long time – her tongue penetrating her mouth. When she broke it, she added, “I love it when you kiss me like that.” She brought their mouths together once more, this time finding Deb’s hand and guiding it down between her legs.
“Geez girl!” Lisa bawked. “Lets’ get our workout in.”
Ignoring the comment Ty said huskily, “You’re making me horny.”
“I am?” Deb answered in a voice barely observed.
“Hmm hmm. You know I can make you if I want but I’d rather you do it because you can’t help it. Come on, lick my pussy. If you do I bet someone else will lick Lisa’s.”
“Ty,” Lisa interrupted, now physically separating the two beauties. “We came to work out, let’s get this done. Then we can play if we still want.”
With great remorse Ty released their host, pulling her finger out from inside her wet cunt as they separated. Their eyes never broke contact and to Ty’s surprise she watched with satisfaction while Deb’s finger disappeared inside her mouth as if she were sucking on a lollipop.
Ty was the only one that could do this to her. She was the only one who held such power, such persuasive influence. When she spoke, Deb obeyed. There was no two ways about it. In retrospect she hated when things got this way but then again, Tyaja wasn’t just anyone. She both loved and hated tasting her. As long as it was on her terms she could deal with it, and had even convinced herself to look forward to it. Maybe in truth she had not so much looked forward to these encounters as she knew they were unavoidable; a kind of predetermined fatalism she endured. It was when Ty got greedy, when she became overly dominant, overly assuming that things sometimes got ugly.
Lisa acted as if she was separating two prize fighters and in some respect she was. They were intent on finishing what they had almost started and neither liked being told no when they were in this mental state. Lisa had been here herself many times and although she didn’t enjoy parting such beauty her pragmatic side understood they needed to blow off some energy productively.
Ninety minutes later all three had met that objective. They were exhausted. Even in the air-conditioned room, sweat ran freely from their bodies. Today had been a strength-circuit day, a workout they all dreaded because of its intensity but one they all loved looking back on as having accomplished. Moving from one exercise to the other while pumping out 10-12 reps with very little break between upper body, lower body and core exercises they abused their bodies for some twenty minutes, then all took to the treadmills for a forty minute run before finishing up with another half hour of the grueling circuit work.
As soon as they had finished their last rep they collapsed, their chests heaving and muscles burning. They felt nauseous but all understood the pain of the moment would soon past and they’d be glad they had pushed driven one another unsympathetic to the pain they endured. Ty especially loved the company of the others. She, by nature was lazy and if not for her friends would most likely have given up on their weekly workouts long ago. As she lay thankful for their companionship her mind went back to Deb and what they had done just before feelings of nausea monopolized her thought.
“Stand up,” Ty ordered, holding out a hand. Deb stood.
“You look like shit,” Deb said with a giggle.
“I know; I need a shower.” She held her gaze and then pressed forward, “The top; lose it.”
Deb obeyed, exposing her fabulous creamy white breasts. Ty pulled her close, feeling the strong slender woman as they passionately embraced. While Ty explored her mouth thoroughly and moved her hands over her slippery and glossy skin she forgot about how fatigued she was. Rather, the dark skinned seductress felt her energy surge. Pulling Deb forward with both hands around her neck and their gazes once more locked she stepped back until her heel bumped into the flat bench she knew was somewhere behind.
“Lick my pussy my slave.”
Slowly but without any reservation Debra squatted and removed the soaking wet shorts and lace panties pulling them down her long umber legs, letting her step free when they reach the floor. Ty remained standing but placed one foot on the bench and abducted her though, and in the process opened herself fully to her servicer.