Chapter 4

May 10, Sunday

At 10 a.m. I called the Hamilton residence. Naturally, the teenager answered the phone. “Hi Uncle Bill.”

I still couldn’t get used to caller ID. “Yeah. It’s me ... What’s up, short stuff?”

“Dad’s making pancakes. Mom’s still in the bathroom,.” Her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. “She slept in my bed again last night. She was really wiped out. You must’a worked her over.” Then she returned to a normal tone. “Oh, here’s Mom. Wait a minute.”

I had no idea what to make of her continued sexual commentary.

There was a few moments of confusion on the call, and then it was picked up by Marty. “Hi, Bill!” She sounded very chipper. “What’s up?”

I pitched my voice low and demanding. “Meet me at the park behind Johnson Road at 2 p.m. Wear long pants. And a panty liner.”

“Oh, we’re just gonna watch the Mets beat the Phillies today. Nothin’ much.” She paused. “You want to come watch? I’ll have to go shopping, but ... I can do that, easy. Just need some chips and stuff.”

I got the message that she was talking for the family ears, too. “I won’t use you too long. Don’t wear any lipstick. I will do your shopping.”

“Great! See you then. Game starts at 3. Buh-bye.”

...

On my way to the park, I picked up a large bag of chips, some chopped up veggies, a container of ranch dressing and one more of salsa. I waited at the empty parking lot for about ten minutes. Her electric blue Miata pulled into the space next to mine.

I got out and waited for her between the cars. She got out and walked up to me. “Hello, master.” She said with a soft smile.

“Today, some rules.” She looked at me with a questioning expression. “First, down on your knees. Meet my eyes all the time.” She touched my arm for support at she went to her knees. She naturally sat on her ankles. “Kneel up tall, unless I ask you to go lower.” Her head was at my waist, when she took that position – a convenient height, I thought.

“Hands at your waist, behind your back. You should learn to be comfortable in that position. This is where I want you when we’re alone. Second,” I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, pushing both my jeans and boxers below my semi-hard cock. Her eyes watched as it appeared. “SLAAAPP!” My hand startled her as it landed on her left cheek. “I told you to meet my eyes.”

“Sorry, master.” She looked up, angry at the slap.

“SLAAAPPP!” This time on her right cheek. “Do not bother to apologize for violating a rule, bitch. I will admonish you when you need it. And do not speak unnecessarily ... Lose the attitude. I’ll punish you when and as I feel like it. YOU BELONG TO ME, SLAVE. Never doubt that I will punish you.”

“Now,” I pushed my non-hard cock against her lips. She immediately dipped her head to capture it on her tongue. The cock knew it’s home, and began to harden. “Does it taste different today?”

“No taste today, master. You showered, I guess.”

“Second. I see that you remember where your tongue belongs. Good, very good.” I stroked her hair, letting my hand rest on the back of her head. “Today we have time for only a short lesson. You are going to learn the two inch fuck ... When it’s hard enough, push the foreskin back, and take the head into your mouth. You know that move. I know you know it very well, as last night proved.”

It didn’t take very long from my shaft to harden, and she soon stretched her mouth around its seven inches – I never measured it, but my hand’s span is about eight and it fits comfortably. Anyway, the slave’s mouth could take it. I fisted my cock at about the half-way point. “Take it all in your mouth ... up to my fist. That’s about half of it, and it should be comfortable for you, little cocksucker. Keep working your tongue as it slides into your mouth.”

She mumbled, “Nomi tas wi u”

I slapped her significantly harder, forcing her head to the side, and popping my cock from her mouth. “Did I ask you to talk, slave?”

“I said, ‘Now it tastes like you. I thought you’d want to know.”

“SLAAAAPP” This time on her other cheek. Both cheeks were slightly reddened now. “AGAIN? You insist on replacing my rules with your own decisions.” She silenced herself and moved her gaze back to meet mine. Her eyes had a sheen of tears. Her head moved back to the center and she found my cock with her mouth.

Not grabbing her head and driving my cock into the slave as far as it would go took a lot of will power. She was doing well at learning her new role. It must be hard to unlearn how to be an in-charge VP and replace that training with a slave’s attitude. I had to remind myself that this was just a training lesson – the first of many. I felt every inch as I slid into the velvety warmth of her mouth. Her lips touched my fist.

“Okay. That’s about half of my cock. It fits nicely in your mouth-cunt, doesn’t it, girl. Now, move only your head back two inches, then back taking me in again. Keep your tongue active. It doesn’t need to be only on the underside. Apply a little suction all time. When I tug lightly on your hair, you may pause to take a breath. You should take the cock to its deepest, release the suction, and open your mouth to breathe. Take a couple of deep breaths around the cock, then close your lips and resume sucking. You should never let the cock escape from its home in your mouth.

“Do you understand all that, cunt?”

She nodded her head without taking my cock from her mouth. Or without talking.

“One more thing, before we start. I want you to understand what it means if I call you ‘cunt’” She shook her head ‘no.’ “I will only refer to you with that name when I intend to fuck you. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

She opened her eyes fully, and became very active with her tongue on my cock. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ my cunt.” I laughed. “Start sucking now, cunt.”

She started enthusiastically. I needed to correct her technique. I tugged her head back, until she stopped and I could see the attention refocus on me, instead of my cock. “No, cunt. This is not a full blowjob ... DO you remember how I fucked your pussy a few days ago? I withdrew a few inches and then pounded on your cervix? This is just an approximation of that cervix pounding. Cast your mind back and remember that feeling. Remember how each knock on your cervix shook your entire body. How the intensity increased and increased.”