Chapter 10: Marcy

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

I set a cup of hot tea in front of my mom, Diane. She thanked me and took a sip. Another morning, another trip to the infusion clinic. I wasn’t sure how much her daily doses of enzymes and vitamins were helping to stave off her imminent death, but she wanted them. I gazed at her fondly and drank my coffee.

“I love you, Marcy,” Mom said. “You are amazing.”

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. “I’m not.”

“Why not?”

I didn’t want to get into all the reasons why I wasn’t amazing. Instead, I thanked her for the compliment and asked if she had any plans for the day.

“Phoebe and I are going out for dinner tonight. We haven’t had a date in a while and might do something else afterward. We may even drive up to Denver and stay overnight.”

“That’s sudden,” I said.

My mom shrugged and grinned enigmatically. “We miss our privacy. That’s not to say that you and Robin aren’t welcome!”

“Uh-huh,” I teased.

“Marcy, I sincerely appreciate you being here. I’m sure you and Robin have had to make adjustments. So have Phoebe and I. We need a little bit of alone time.”

“Robin and I can leave for the night if you want. You scream in ecstasy as loud as you want.”

“I’m not the screamer in the relationship.”

“Mom!”

Her grin turned into a cackle. But her statement also made me wonder. In all my years of living in the house, I’d never heard my mothers have sex. I’d never even walked in on them. Granted, I wasn’t allowed into their bedroom. Even now, as an adult, they asked me to stay out, but that struck me as strange. If they had an active sex life, why had I never picked up on clues?

“I can tease you,” Mom said, “But in all seriousness, we want to get out of this house. We’re used to traveling often.”

“Okay.” I looked at my mom and noted the changes I’d seen in her over the last three weeks since I moved in. She was thinner, her color paler, and she had aged about five years in under a month. Meanwhile, Phoebe stayed as young and beautiful as ever. It must be killing her to watch Diane waste away. It was hard on me, but I wasn’t married to Diane.

Still, my mother remained upbeat and optimistic in the face of death. Her last doctor’s check had been positive, and the oncologist had said she may last longer than expected.

“Are things okay with you and Robin?” Mom asked.

I nodded behind my mug of coffee. Things between Robin and I were never better.

“She wears that collar more than ever now. What’s that about?”

“We decided on a change,” was all I said.

After my incident with Amy, Robin and I had several long conversations, resulting in several changes in our relationship, including changing our title from owner and pet to girlfriends.

For instance, she now wore the collar every day of the week, but I no longer required her to call me Madam, and she no longer had to be called Kitty, though we still used those titles when we were in the right mood. The simple truth was Robin wasn’t a true submissive, and while she hated certain aspects of the lifestyle I was forcing on her, the collar turned her on.

I would no longer assign her chores or exercises. She enjoyed working out and would do it without asking. She would also do her part in keeping the apartment clean since she didn’t work full-time.

We also decided to remain monogamous outside of our work at the Black Velvet. Robin was about to start working with me at the exclusive club, and she would be free to fuck any woman or man she wanted to. Beyond work, any sexual encounters were off-limits.

Part of me was deeply disappointed. My experience with Gina had awoken the dominant side of my personality. I would miss having a pet. But I also knew I needed Robin more than I needed a pet.

None of these changes altered Phoebe’s opinion of Robin despite Robin’s efforts to reach out to my other mother and get to know her. Robin did everything she could to help around the house, including cooking, cleaning, and lawn work. And while Phoebe was never rude or cruel, she remained as silent and cold as ever toward my girlfriend. I had offered to speak to Phoebe on Robin’s behalf, but Robin was adamant that my intervention wouldn’t help. So, I stayed quiet and fumed inwardly whenever Phoebe spurned Robin’s attempts to build a bridge.

After returning home from the infusion center, Robin and I left for Denver. Robin wanted to watch me dance lessons and observe my practice sessions with Gina. Our first stop was Pryita’s dance studio. I still had to do my twerking dance for another event, so Pryita and I ran through that dance first. I performed it four times for my instructor, who ensured I still had it down perfectly before I practiced my next performance. This new one was more of a slow, sultry tease rather than the in-your-face twerk dance.

As promised, Pryita incorporated more belly dancing into this dance, which required me to do a lot of new moves and develop the muscles in my core to do it properly. While I ran through these moves, Robin and Pryita chatted amicably, both keeping an eye on me. Every minute or two, Pryita would shout out praise or corrections in her strong British-Indian accent, including ordering me to stop worrying about them and focus on my dance routine. But it was hard watching my girlfriend chat with the woman I’d been trying to seduce for weeks and weeks.

The training session lasted two hours. I was sweaty and tired by the time we got to my truck. Our next stop was my apartment. We arrived about half an hour before Gina, which gave me time to shower and change my clothes before she arrived. I had to get into my latex outfit and set up our practice rig. I explained to Robin the purpose of each piece of equipment and how it worked, as she seemed more than a little interested in knowing the ins and outs of the setup.

When Gina arrived, I could immediately tell something was off. At first, I thought she was nervous about practicing in front of Robin. When I suggested Robin wait in the bedroom, Gina stated she didn’t care if Robin watched.

“The thing is...” she began hesitantly. “I wanted you to hear this from me first. The 28^th of this month will be my last performance at Black Velvet.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I’m quitting. Robin starts this Saturday, and I wanted to give you a couple of weeks’ notice so you can prepare your first routine. Two weeks is plenty of time to practice. And it would probably be best for her to watch us so she can get an idea of our routine and how we do things.”

“You’re quitting completely?” I asked. “You don’t have to perform. You could model at the events and earn tips.”

“I know,” Gina said, not quite meeting my gaze, “but this is the best thing for me.”

“How are you going to get by? You don’t have another job. How much money do you have saved up? What are you going to do?” I tried to keep my voice even and detached, but I needed to know how my ex-girlfriend—my ex-pet—would take care of herself. I still felt responsible for her and couldn’t watch her go back to working two menial jobs or return to a lonely, miserable life.

“I have things in the works,” Gina said quietly. “I’ll be fine. I already have a place to stay and people looking out for me.”

“Who? Where?”

Gina regarded me sadly. “I’m sorry, Marcy, that’s not your business anymore.”

My eyes widened as I reeled backward. Gina had just stood up to me. She’d just told me to butt out of her business. I looked at Robin, who flashed me a brave smile—Robin, who sat in the room wearing Gina’s old Slutty Kitty collar. I hadn’t even thought of that until then. Perhaps Gina thought Robin was wearing it to be rude or that I was shoving my new pet in her face. The two women had met before when I’d considered taking Robin on as a second pet, but Gina had left me before Robin had transitioned to my apartment. Now, there was a bit of awkwardness for me as I realized the dynamic in the room.

“Okay,” I finally said. “It’s your life, and I’m sure you’re making a smart choice.”

“Thank you.”

“Excuse me for a second,” I said. Then I stepped out of the room to compose myself and text M.

Me: I know this is short notice, but Gina has informed me her last working day will be 10-28. I would like to have Robin replace Gina as a co-performer with me.

M: Sounds good. Bring her by tonight for a quick chat. I’d like to see her again and go over a few things.

Gina and I ran through our performance, including full penetration and the cumshot. I knew I didn’t have to do it, but since our time together was dwindling, I wanted every opportunity with her I could get. I wanted to feel our connection and savor it as much as possible. I needed to have her emotions run through me again. And I especially needed her to know what I felt for her.

When we were done, I hugged Gina, and she hugged me back. I whispered in her ear that I would miss her and wished her well. She thanked me and left the apartment. After she was gone, I turned to Robin. In the five seconds my back had been turned, she had shucked off her clothes.

“Um ... what?” I asked.

“I’m so fucking horny right now!” she exclaimed. “Something about watching you fuck other people makes me wetter than a fire hydrant.”

I glanced at my watch. It was only 5 o’clock. We didn’t have to meet M for a couple of hours. “I have no problem hanging out here for a while. Do you think you can get me hard again?”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?” She sank to her knees and quickly put her face in my crotch. She opened wide and took my cock, still coated in Gina’s drying juices, into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she groaned as she sucked and licked.

“Good Kitty,” I purred. My fingers raked into her hair, digging into her scalp.

“Am I your Slutty Kitty?” she asked right before she stretched her tongue out to massage the underside of my cock.

“Yes.”

“Good,” she mewled. Then she pushed her face as deep into my crotch as she could go before her throat would not allow her to go any further. She gagged for a few seconds before pulling off of me and taking a great big breath. Drool fell from her lips and the head of my cock.

Despite having blown my spunk inside Gina only fifteen minutes earlier, it did not take Robin long to get me hard again with her combination of skill and enthusiasm. I didn’t even have to change from woman to futanari to recharge my cock. My pet—my girlfriend—took pride in how quickly she could make my shaft reach maximum erectness and thickness. I rewarded her by picking her up, letting her straddle my waist, and pushing her against the wall to help me support her weight.

Robin was not a little person like Jade or Gina. Robin was about five or six inches shorter than my nearly 6’0 frame. She had healthy muscle tone and large fake breasts. My pet wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles, and her hands gripped my shoulders. Then she sank herself down until my meat nestled snugly into her warm, wet sheath.

Her eyes shone with delight and adoration as she looked at me. “Please fuck me good, Madam,” she said.

I still got a thrill every time she called me that. Madam. The dominant side. I closed my eyes and tried to subdue the part of me who wanted Robin, or someone else, to be my pet.

My heart burst with affection for Robin. I kissed her roughly. Robin whimpered back into my mouth as I placed my hands under her butt to hoist her up and down my cock.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” Robin cooed. “Give it to me hard.”

“You want it hard?” I snarled at her.

“Hell, yes!”

I rapid-fire fucked her cunt as hard as I could, gripping her asscheeks tightly with my fingertips. Robin leaned back and howled as I hammered her pussy, her breasts jiggling delightfully as I drilled her. I captured one of her nipples in my mouth and softly bit on it. Robin screamed so loudly my ears rang, but I pushed through and felt her vaginal walls clamp down on my shaft.

“Fuck you, bitch!” she screamed as she came.

When her orgasm ended, Robin went wild on me, humping up and down on my cock while I held her, letting her drive herself deeper and deeper onto my eight-inch weapon, eager to cum again. I sucked on her nipple so hard I knew I would bruise it, but Robin liked that.

The second time she orgasmed, I joined her, filling her with a load of heavy cream. Both of us groaned in delight and relief as we came down from our climaxes. Robin slid off my cock and kissed me passionately. Her lips fell onto mine, pressing against my mouth with passion and need. Then she kissed my neck and my breasts. She spent several minutes fondling and sucking and planting kisses all over them. My nipples stood tall and proud from her attention. Then she kissed my stomach and took my wet cock into her mouth, and cleaned me until I was hard for the third time in two hours.

“If we are going to fuck again, we should do it in the shower,” I said.

“Yes, Madam,” Robin said coyly, her smirk telling me I was giving her exactly what she wanted.

“Will Madam be even rougher with her Kitty?” Robin asked in a fake, girlish voice.

Once in the shower, I took Robin from behind, pulling her hair, choking her, and slapping her ass repeatedly. But it wasn’t until I called her a filthy whore and a cumslut that Robin creamed all over my cock for the third time this afternoon.

“Give me your cum!” Robin said, getting on her knees in the shower and putting her face in front of my cock, mouth open and breasts held up high. “Give me your jizz! I’m your cumslut. Feed me your creamy baby batter. I’ll swallow every drop!”

I stroked myself furiously, determined to blast another load all over my pet’s pretty face. Robin kept her mouth open and played with herself as she waited, crying out like a needy whore as she orgasmed yet again. The sounds of her ecstasy pushed me over the edge, and I blasted out my third wave of cum that afternoon, though since I hadn’t charged my cock by making it disappear and reappear, my money shots had gotten smaller with each orgasm.

Robin lunged forward when she saw I was about to blow and captured the tip of my penis in her mouth, swallowing every drop of cum as though it was the medicine she needed to stay alive. Her hand stayed busy between her legs, driving herself to yet another peak.

When she finished, we washed ourselves and redressed before heading out. With still a bit of time before our meeting with M, we stopped at McDonald’s for salads and lemonade. We listened to music in my truck while we ate; Robin sang along with several songs I had never heard.

“You have a great voice,” I commented. “You sound even better than the singers.”

Robin smirked with embarrassment at my compliment. “I took voice lessons for years but was too nervous to sing in high school.”

“You should stick with it,” I said.

We pulled into the parking lot of the manor at 8:15. Robin was nervous as we entered through the side door, so I took her hand. Only M was inside the building. She was in her office at the back of the security station.