MASTERED: (The Novel) (16 page)

With full intent, he neglected to
apprise
Angeline of George's unexpected visit.

At the sight of the surprise guest,
the tolling of the bells surged exuberantly. Her chest heaved as she gasped in
shock, breasts joggling accordingly. Her breathing escalated to the status of panting.

These were the only outward sign of
dismay. Angeline remained perfectly positioned with her back straight, tits
pushed out, and eyes cast down. To this day, James couldn't decide who was more
stunned, she or old Georgie. Much later, George confided that in his wildest
fantasies; he
never
imagined
being greeted by a naked woman on her knees!

The consummate host, James escorted
the goggle-eyed George to a comfortable armchair in the front room.
Solicitously, he adjusted it, making certain there was a clear view to the
delectable sight that was Angeline.

Making his way to the kitchen, he
emerged with two beers, passing by Angeline as if she didn't exist. Re-joining
his buddy, they discussed the highlights and low lights of the day's play. To
be precise, only James discussed golf. George, beginning to perspire slightly,
was either ignoring him - or rendered deaf and dumb.

Blind, however, he was not!
Slack-jawed, he guzzled his beer. At the same time, he all but devoured the
clamped and collared vision before him with glazed, unblinking eyes.

Chapter 51

Masturbating vigorously beside a
slumbering Missy, James conjured the details of that long-ago day as if it were
yesterday.

Effortlessly, he could recall the
comical look on George's mottled face when Angeline was summoned to 'come'. He
had real concerns that he might actually stroke out! More so, when she rose
obediently from her heels onto all fours, and crawled gracefully towards them.

With that vision dancing in his
head, the momentum of James's hand increased as he worked his now-granite dick.
Angeline settled herself precisely where he indicated – between George's opened
legs. James could literally see the shock blossoming in her eyes. Dread soon
followed. Conversely, sudden understanding and a deep gratitude shone from
George's.

It would never occur to James that
she might balk at his directives and refuse. True, her ongoing ineptitude
sorely tested his patience. Not to mention his belt, hand, crop, flogger,
paddle, and wooden spoon. Yet, even with her persistent lack of cock-sucking
fervor, he knew she would never think to disrespect him.

Smiling benignly, he casually
instructed Angeline to unzip George's green plaid golf pants and draw forth
both his cock -
and
balls. After a micro-second's hesitation, she did
exactly that. Blatant distaste was naked on her face as she fumbled about in
George's plus-fours.

Once the repulsive mandate was
accomplished, she was not permitted to take her eyes from the puny, wrinkled
genitalia. It rested limply atop an unruly mass of tangled gray pubic hair. He
remembered her face turning approximately the same shade as George's pants.

 
“Consider this your final tutorial, angel. As
you can see, Mr. Weatherly is not as endowed as your Master. This affords us
the opportunity to improve not only your appreciation, but
your technique as well.”

“Master knows how much you want to
please him. Today, you have the perfect opportunity to demonstrate it.” Seeing
the distress in her face, he pressed further, “Now, don't you fret,
princess.
There will be plenty of time to thank me when we're
done.”

When her jaw dropped in disbelief,
James chortled; “That's it, angel, open wide. Now, might I suggest we get on
with it?”

Jerking his rampant, leaking cock,
James knew it wouldn't be long now. He was on the verge of exploding for the
second time that day. He could virtually feel Angeline's soft hair in his hand
as he helped himself to a handful. Utilizing this new-found leverage, he
pressed her face directly into George's uncircumcised groin!

Her dumbfounded gasp was stifled
when she found herself buried nose-deep in scrotum. The stench of piss and
eighteen holes of golf accosted her nostrils.

While he couldn't know it at the
time, it was that precise moment Angeline came to realize the error of her
ways. She became infuriated with herself for disappointing James in this most
basic of submissive disciplines. With her face buried in another man's groin,
she determined then and there to make him proud! She just realized how
incredibly lucky she truly was.

His hand in her hair quickly became
an unnecessary adornment. Awkward but eager, she swallowed the quickly
stiffening cock to the root. George's eyes rolled back in their sockets. A
groan escaped his lips as she time and time again engulfed the entirety of him.
His gray pubis stabbed at her enlarged lips with every energetic downward
stroke.

Observing, James critically assessed
her performance, execution, and enthusiasm. He alternated between hard-edged
correction and soothing encouragement.
“Very nice, princess.
Now, let's not forget the ball sac. That's it; nice, long, respectful strokes,
just as if they were mine.”

Eager now to learn, she lovingly
suckled at one fleshy
teste
, thence the other,
lapping noisily. Poor Georgie! James noted that Angeline's new and improved
technique was almost
too
effective. His fingers gripped the arms of the chair so tightly, James wondered
if they might actually pierce the fabric. His butt was lifted clear off the
seat, head thrown back. His mouth was open and his cock was hard.

Barely begun, this was very close to
being over.

He spoke to the back of Angeline's
bobbing head. “You're making your Master so proud, angel. Now, be a good girl
and lick around the head. We wouldn't want to waste all that delicious pre-cum.
Excellent! You've done such a good job, my love, that you deserve a reward. You
may swallow him to the nuts and open your throat to receive a nice load of
jism
!”

Lying next to the sleeping Missy,
James was very near to blowing his own load just thinking of Angeline with
George's cock stuffed down her throat. Inciting her to even loftier heights, he
had reminded her to swallow every drop of her imminent prize.

James's balls tightened, erupting in
perfect unison with George; albeit a dozen years later. As one, they came to
the sights and sounds of Angeline's award-winning display of cock-sucking.
Covered in snot and drool, she gurgled and grunted.

She also wolfed down every drop as
if the most delectable nectar from the gods! Finally, after licking clean the
already limp penis, she looked up to her Master wearing nothing but a proud
smile. Her face shone with spit and exertion.

There was not a single dribble of
cum to be found...

Chapter 52

After jerking off into his hand,
James rolled over to 'spoon' Missy. Utterly sated and already half asleep, he reached
around, cupping both of her soft breasts in his cum-filled palm. As he rubbed
his warm cream into her bulbous nipples, she unconsciously ground her bottom
into his recently-deflated cock. James resisted the deep, dreamless slumber
that beckoned. Instead, he took a moment to recall the 'happy ending' enjoyed
by all that memorable day so long ago.

He knew George's sentiments when an
entire case of Remy Martin XO cognac was delivered to his door. The courier
driver rang the doorbell twice before proceeding to test the veracity of the
knocker. Ultimately, he was forced to leave the pricey liqueur exposed and
vulnerable on the front landing.

It’s not that James wasn't home. He
was. In fact, he was sitting in the front room, in the same chair George had occupied
just the previous day. He watched contentedly through the window as the
courier's truck pulled away.

At his feet, Angeline was giving him
the finest blow-job of his entire life...

Chapter 53

Missy's naked breasts felt as though
they were glued together. Bewildered, she reached between them to discover a
thick, sticky pool of what could only be semen. It had seeped to the underside
of her left tit. She could practically peel it like a masque from both glazed
nipples!

She didn't have a clue as to when or
how it was deposited. Given the surreal events of late, a momentary cerebral
power failure was entirely possible.
Even understandable.
Could it be she simply didn't remember?

Setting the mystery aside for now,
she wallowed in the musky scent of her now-official Master. She inhaled him
deeply into her lungs as she stretched luxuriously. The movement drew immediate
and sharp attention to her bottom. Inflamed and throbbing, it hotly protested
the 'attention' James had lavished upon it earlier.
Upon it and
in
it!
Traces of his seed still leaked from the dilated orifice.

Whore…

Missy's bladder was full to the
danger zone. Mindful not to wake him, she silently pulled the covers back and
slid from the bed. Tip-toeing from the office, she vaguely wondered why they
were in his office and not his bedroom. Caressing the stiff leather collar that
marked her as his; she knew it was only a matter of time.

She navigated the unfamiliar hallway
as best she could; noticing several closed doors along the way. Finally, she
arrived at the tastefully appointed powder room, and not a moment too soon! She
scarcely made it onto the toilet before her bladder let loose its contents in a
furious stream.

She couldn't help remembering back
to her first visit to these very facilities. The recollection hit her full
force. Were it a physical blow, she'd have been knocked clean off the toilet!
As it was, Missy only flushed scarlet from head to toe and back again.

In her mind's eye, she watched in
horror as James squatted casually between her knees. Slowly and deliberately,
he spread them wide, and then - wider still. She was powerless to break eye
contact, and eventually, his patience was rewarded. Unable to prevent it, her
bladder voided forcefully – mere inches from where he knelt. His satisfied grin
spoke volumes.

That little episode had left her
faint and amazed. Now, it elicited the identical response, undiminished by the
passage of time. Missy anticipated that it would continue to do so for the
remainder of her days.

Flushing, she re-traced her steps
down the dimly-lit hallway. Already, she missed his physical presence beside
her. However, now that her distended bladder was dealt with, she found her
curiosity piqued by the series of closed doors.

She didn't think he'd mind if...

Chapter 54

Her sixth sense jangled ominously
the moment her fingers made contact with the knob.

The first door she opened had accessed
a musty games room. It looked as if it hadn't been used, or dusted, in years.
Missy knew instinctively that
this
room
was none so benign. Peeking in, her first thought was that James had a roommate
not yet mentioned.

In her soul, she knew better.

This large, clearly masculine suite
was adorned with photos of a woman. Not just any woman. Quite possibly, this
was the most beautiful woman Missy had ever laid eyes on. She was everywhere; exquisitely
framed on walls and dressers. The room was practically a shrine, and Missy
could understand why.

She looked to be around Missy's age,
with a translucent complexion, piercing blue eyes, and masses of strawberry
blonde hair. Those soulful eyes appeared to mirror Missy's own, seeming to
appraise her just as she speculated at their ethereal beauty.

Gooseflesh rose on her arms and her
scalp. She hugged herself, shivering. She knew this could only be James's
bedroom. Obviously, this woman was singularly special to him.

Missy's knees gave out from under
her. She would have collapsed had she not caught the edge of the dresser. She
leaned her full weight against it, dazed. Her head was spinning and her eyes
were burning. She was at a complete loss regarding a viable course of action.

This can't be happening!

Gasping for breath, her eyes scanned
the room wildly. It was spotless, not a single mote of dust. It smelled
familiarly of cigars and cologne. These once-beloved aromas now caused her
throat to clog. She struggled in vain to hold back the tears.

Weeping, she noticed there was a
place for everything, and everything was in its place.
Except for
that
.
A photo album
lay open in the middle of an incredible four-poster bed. With a sick feeling of
dread in her gut, she was helplessly drawn toward it.

It was a huge mistake. While there
were no date or time stamps, they all appeared fairly recent to Missy's teary
eyes. Most of the pictures were of the two of them. In a few, they were part of
a small group, all smiling happily into the camera.

Is that Stephanie and George??