Chapter 1: Preparations

I decided to go to the Tulsa Air and Space Museum and Planetarium, the next day. I did so for three reasons.

First, I still didn't have a good grasp on my latest slave, and seeing her at work might help in that regard.

Second, I thought it might be helpful to see Pyx interact with her old classmates and friends.

And lastly, I had never been to the museum. I had always wanted to, but never found a good reason to go. I'm like those lifelong New Yorkers who had never been to the Statue of Liberty. This gave me an excuse to go.

By chance, my convertible pulled into the Air and Space Museum's parking lot right behind the school bus carrying Theresa and her charges.

The nun was surprised, and a little fearful, seeing the three of us standing at the bus exit.

"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed.

I shrugged. "Isn't it obvious? You told us you'd be here, and I wanted to see more of Pyx ... I mean Angela's old life."

The other nuns and schoolchildren piled out of the bus.

Most of the nuns and a few of the students clustered around Pyx, asking her questions, in a much freer atmosphere than a few rushed minutes after mass.

I went over to hear what she was saying to her friends. We didn't want to completely shock and scandalize them. So while not totally lying to them, Pyx left out big chunks of the truth.

Here's what she was to say about me and Vonda: I am her friend and landlord. I helped her get a room, and her job at the Flames. Vonda and I are a couple.

She followed the script to perfection.

Several nuns thanked me for taking such good care of her. "Coming out into the world was the best thing that ever happened to her," said Sister Claire, the big nun who ran the kitchen at the convent.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Back at the convent, she was such a shy thing. She hardly ever spoke above a whisper. It was like she wanted to disappear, and not be noticed at all.

"But now look at her. She's smiling and talking to her former classmates. She's so confident."

There were a few other people at the Air and Space Museum that morning. In addition to their usual displays of space artifacts, they had a collection of flight simulators, everything from a modern jet to the Wright Flyer.

Soon, all the girls were laughing, trying to keep their planes from crashing.

Theresa was watching some girls try to land a 747, when I came Up behind her, and pulled on her black sleeve. I then motioned with my head for her to follow me. Leaving the exhibit, I escorted her to the men's restroom.

Once the door was closed, I examined her, making sure was wearing my collar under her wimple, and she was wearing no panties under habit. All she had on was her butterfly vibrator.

I dropped my pants, and pulled out my cock. "Get on your knees," I ordered.

She gaped. "Here?! What if someone comes in?"

"I think I'm the only man in the building.

"If one does come in, I guess you'll have to suck him off too."

She gasped. "You're kidding!"

"We'll see. Now get down on your knees, and get to work. Don't make me tell you again."

The nun carefully knelt, so her knees touched the sparkling white restroom tile. Her habit formed a tent around her.

It may be sick, but the fact she was giving me head in her nun outfit, was a major turn on.

About halfway into the blowjob, the bathroom door opened, and in walked a man. He was in his late twenties or early thirties.

He was about to say something, but I put a finger to my lips, and gave him a wink.

He smiled, gave me a thumbs up, and quietly left.

Theresa did not know any tricks to rush my ejaculating, and since I had already fucked both of my other slaves that morning; it took a good long time for me to come.

When I finally did, the nun swallowed my cum greedily, so as not to stain her habit or wimple.

She did a pretty good job. Just a small gob formed in the right corner of her mouth, which she didn't notice.

As she was straightening her habit, I told her about the man who walked in.

Theresa was horrified. "Did he see my face?"

"Relax. All he saw was the back of your bobbing wimple. He couldn't even how tall you were."

"But, what if he's waiting outside the door?"

I smiled. "Well, I guess you'll have to offer to suck his cock as well."

Her jaw dropped. "You're kidding."

My smile faded. "I never kid when I'm giving you, or any of my slaves, orders."

She gulped. "Yes, Sir."

As it turned out, the man must have moved on to another restroom, as there was no one outside.

While on our way back to the group, a speaker announced that the planetarium show was going to start in ten minutes.

Theresa, and the other nuns, rounded up their charges, and got them in line to enter the auditorium

While waiting, Vonda noticed the cum on the corner of Theresa's mouth. She motioned to her, and pantomimed the problem.

When she finally found the glob, and realized what it was, she blushed, and slipped it into her mouth.

This pleased me greatly. To a slave, her master's cum is precious. Every drop is to be taken into her, not flicked away lkie a piece of lint. The fact that she knew this instinctively, showed that she had real potential as a good slave.

But part of me was disappointed. I had been looking for a reason to punish her. I'd have to tie her up and whip her, next meeting, for no reason at all.

The planetarium show was interesting. It was all about what might have been the Star of Bethlehem.

I sat between Vonda and Pyx. Theresa was off chaperoning two girls who were known to be troublemakers. Both of my fulltime slaves were wearing no bra. Their tops were loose, so you couldn't tell.

When the lights went down, I put an arm over Pyx's shoulder, and started massaging and tweaking her far breast. She let out a gasp, then a moan.

I whispered in her ear, "You need to keep quiet, or I'll stop."

She nodded. "I'll try," she whispered back.

She bit her lip, and tried to stay silent, but inevitably little gasps and groans sneaked out.

I pulled my arm away.

"I'm sorry, Master," she whispered.

"We'll talk about it later." I put my other arm around Vonda, and began fondling her.

The red-head purred with pleasure, and cuddled up next to me, so I'd have easy access to her ample breast.

After the show was over, all the nuns and schoolgirls piled into the bus, and the three of us left in my car. We followed the school bus to a local taco chain, and ate lunch with them.

When we finished eating, we said our goodbyes, and headed back home.

Once we arrived, the two girls undressed, and I walked over to the computer.

Pyx followed behind me, nervously.

I turned on the screen, and brought up the web browser.

My blonde slave knelt at my feet.

I looked at her. "Yes?"

"I'm so sorry about being so noisy at the planetarium, Master."

I patted her head. "Nothing to be sorry about. God made you a screamer, and I love you for it."

Pyx sighed in relief. "Thank you, Master."

"But you might want to try and control it more. On our trip, we are going to be out in public a lot, and staying in rooms that are not as well sound-proofed as our place here."

"I'll try, Master."

"Good. I don't want to gag you all the time we're on vacation."

After I did some investigating, I found that it'd be impossible for Pyx to change her name, and still get her passport in time.

I explained this to her. Though she was disappointed, she understood.

"That's okay. I'll just submit the papers as soon as we get home."

Several other unexpected things needed to be taken care of in the two and half months before the trip.

Looking at the itinerary, it occurred to me that there would be some times when my girls would be on their own, and would need to ride around without me. While Pyx had never driven, Vonda had a driver's license, that had expired over two years ago.

I took them both out, on a weekend, to a high school parking lot, and took them step-by-step through the Oklahoma State Driver's Handbook.

While Vonda rolled her eyes, and said she didn't need a review, Pyx was truly scared of driving. "Why do I have to drive? Vonda and you can drive for me."

"Because you never know when an emergency will come up. Besides, getting a license is one of the great rituals into adulthood."

"If you say so, Master."

I decided to do the easy one first, and had Vonda get behind the wheel. She confidently put the car into gear, and backed out of the parking space. She drove expertly through all the required maneuvers. The only part she had problems with was parallel parking.

"I have never gotten the hang of this," she groused. "I have hardly ever had to use it."

I read her the tips in the Driver's Manuel, and we practiced it several times.

Finally, we pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the public streets. We drove through residential neighborhoods, then major streets, and finally onto highways. Through it all, Vonda drove flawlessly.

"You're real good," said Pyx, as we pulled back into the high school lot.

Vonda nodded. "By age twelve, I was driving my mom's drunk ass home from bars."

"Now it's your turn," I said to Pyx.

As Pyx sat in the driver's seat, I noticed that her hands were shaking.

I took her through the dashboard displays, what each gear on the shift did, and how to set the seat and mirrors. She seemed to understand it all, but was still trembling.

Vonda leaned over from the back seat, and spoke softly to her "Honey, why are you so scared?"

Tears formed in her eyes. "I don't want to wreck Master's car. I don't want to get us killed."

"Pyx, a car is not some monster you have to tame. It's just a machine, that does exactly what you tell it to do. It takes some practice, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."

The blonde nodded, and seemed to calm down a little.

"Today, we'll stay only in this parking lot," I said. "The worst you can do is run over a curb.

"Now, turn on the ignition."

She pushed the button, and the BMW roared to life.

It took about an hour for Pyx to feel comfortable driving around the lot.

"That's all for today. Read all the rules of the road in the manual. We'll start on actual streets, tomorrow."

"Yes, Master," said Pyx.

That evening, while Pyx was fixing dinner, Vonda spoke to me.

"You know, Master. Our little girl would be a lot more relaxed if it were just her and me in the car. You know I'm a good driver."

I mulled it over. "That's true. But you are still not legal yet. I don't want you both to get arrested."

"So, I'll go to the DMV in the morning, get my license, and take Pyx out in the afternoon."

"That would work," I acknowledged.

The next day, Vonda got her license, and took over as Pyx's driving instructor.

Three days later, Pyx got hers.

Sometimes, the most unexpected things can cause problems.

Both Vonda and Pyx were scheduled to have their full body waxing done at a spa, just a few days before we left on our vacation.

Per their instructions, the needed at least five to seven days of hair growth in order for the treatment to work. The wax needs something to pull out.

Vonda loved the break from getting up early to shave, but it distressed Pyx.