An Alternative Life                       

                       Chapter Nine

I wore a suit, the weather was hot but I did not want to show off
my brusies. I could do nothing about the ones on my neck. My finger 
had marks that could be distinguished as being made by teeth if the
observer looked closely enough. I had nothing on docket that was 
pressing anyway. I have hit this rat race long enough. I have had
several offers, one by the employees. I have given lots of 
consideration to selling. I have more than enough to last me. I can
sell for a tidy sum and have an employment contract for twenty years
at a guaranteed salary. I would never go in not even to pick up my
check. It would be electronically deposited. That is the only way 
to sell a business. Get what you think you should plus the salary 
feature. Something like buying stock. Buy good stock, wait for the
price to go up, then sell it. If the price does not go up, don't 
buy it!

I told my secretary, this is not the one I married, I wanted $10,000
electronically deposited to Joe Fritzheimer's account and gave her 
the numbers. This was a shell account, of course. A shell owned by Joe 
Fritzheimer. Joe died in 1961. I have used Joe several times. He is a 
loyal employee. He always obeys my wishes. I just rehired Joe and gave
him a hiring bonus of ten grand. Joe is worth every penny. Joe will 
work in upper management doing consulting work. His salary check in 
the amount of seven grand a month will be deposited also. I wrote a 
check to Grand College Apartments in the amount of three thousand.  
Signed, Joe Fritzheimer. Joe would be listed as the grandfather of 
Amanda for the banks purpose later of getting her signature authority 
on the account. I do not believe Amanda will mind having a 
grandfather who deposits money in an account over which she has
signature authority. 

I called the bank and told them I was Joe and would be coming over 
Tuesday with Amanda. That she was my granddaughter and I wanted to 
add her to my account. The bank was glad to oblige.

I knew Amanda had no classes on Tuesday & Thursday. We would drive 
a couple hours and Amanda would see her new bank. All of the 
cancelled checks would come to my office and go in the personal 
mailbox of, yep, Joe Fritzheimer.

Joe had had his own mailbox for many years. Joe worked for my father. 
My father used Joe's services much more than I have. But Joe has 
been useful to me on several ocassions.

Time passed very quickly. It tends to do that when one is busy doing 
something pleasurable. I have not even questioned why giving 
thousands to a slip of a girl who put me through heaven and hell 
last night was pleasurable.

My secretary buzzed my line. I answered. She said my niece was asking 
for me, "Larry, I did not even know you had a niece and I thought I 
knew everything about you". She had that laugh that says, I know more 
than you think I know.

Jeanine had been with the company for forty years. I always though 
she and my dad had a thing going on. He left her 5% of the company 
when he died. If I sell, I will give her five more.

"Hi Amanda," I answered.

Hi Uncle larry, will you take me to lunch today, I have so much to 
tell you. I have classes 9 to 11 and 1 to 3. So, from 11 to 1 I am 
free. Can you? You know my favorite place. I will even reserve us a 
table for 11:30. Please Uncle Larry."

"Yes, I can make it. I will meet you there, yeah, bye, love you too."

Was she good, or was she good. No one hearing that conversation would 
think for a moment she was not my niece. I knew better though. She was 
not mine, I was hers. I was becoming more hers everyday. I could feel 
the stiring in my loins just thinking about being hers. I pulled her 
panties from my coat pocket and put them to my face inhaling the 
intoxicating aroma of Amanda.

I knew this was me, I have known it for many years. I have started to 
act on it before but always backed off long before reaching this point.  
I could back off now but I do not want to. Yeah, I tell myself I could 
if I really wanted to. But could I, will I ever "want to". I liked my 
position in life. I have been a boss forever, now I will be a slave.  
A slave to the worlds most beautiful creature, Amanda. 

I pressed on Amanda's bites. They were sore. I know when she wanted to 
put more of them on me, even if it were this very second, I would not
resist. The question I ask myself, is, am I wanting her to? The 
stiring in my loins increased as these thoughts passed through my mind.  
I wished I had a picture of her. She was a true Goddess.

I met my Goddess for lunch. I got there first. I watched her walk towards
the door. I was mesmerized. She had on a pink top that accented her cute
little titties. They jutted out so proudly. She had on white shorts. They
had pink down the outside of the legs. The legs were three or four inches 
long. Her sandals were the ones with her Dillards outfit I bought for her,
as was the purse. She was wearing the assessories I bought. The braclet 
looked so cute on her little ankle. She wore short heels so well, she 
looked like a model walking down the runway. I am so lucky. She received 
over one hundred answers and she chose me. Please let me never forget that.
Both of us was all smiles when I opened the door for her. She gave me
a light peck on the cheek. She was breathtakingly beautiful I thought as
I gave her a light kiss. The few there, I am sure, read different things 
into that meeting. I bet none of them reconized us willing participants
in a Goddess/slave relationship.

"Oh, uncle Larry, I get my new apartment today. I went by and got the
lease papers, they are in my car. I can move in tomorrow! Tomorrow! I am
so excited. I can move in tomorrow! Will you help me move, Uncle Larry?"

We were quickly seated, the same table as before. I think my tip last
time got attention. It was a quite spot. No one was close yet. The place
would get crowed in another fifteen minutes. She ordered light and for 
speed. I just ordered what Amanda ordered. She smiled at that. And when 
the waitress left she whispered,"I own you" and giggled. Amanda loved 
owning me.

She was so bubbly, so antimated, so excited, that was Amanda. Full speed 
ahead. I knew the, "help me move", translated in to my moving all of her 
stuff. She relished in the Goddess slave thing. There was no kidding 
myself. I knew that down the road sooner than later there would be no 
act, no pretense. Ours would be a reconizable Goddess/subservient 
relationship. She enjoyed ownership to much, so it would become that 
way. I do not know what my reactions will be. Maybe I will be eased into 
it so smoothly that I will not even notice the transition. I am so in 
love with Amanda. She is all I think of. I can not get enough of her, 
yet, I am not comfortable with my future. I have these foreboding 
feelings. Maybe because I have wanted this for so long, and now that 
it is here I am overwhelmed. When she uses me, I want it, I crave it, 
yet it frightens me. I came back to the, "Now".
I realized Amanda was talking 90 miles an hour and I did not know what 
she said. I also know what she thinks of that. It is best I hide it 
if I can.

"Well, Uncle larry, do you want that too? You do, don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so." I nodded my head in agreement. She was all smiles and 
her eyes were sparkling.

"There is no, 'think so', you either want that or you do not. Which is it?"

I love the way she moves her head all of the time when she is excited and 
talking to me. Her expressions are so dramatic.

"Yes, of course I want it, you know I do."

"Great, I just knew you would! We will go pick them up this evening and 
I can use them on you! Oh I will love it so much! I adore what you do 
for my pleasure!"

She leaned forward and whispered even lower,"I am wet,I want your tongue".

"My tongue wants you too." I whispered.  

"After lunch can we run by the apartment? We can pay them and look at the 
bedroom again."

She had this knowingly sexy look when she said that. Both of us knew she
wanted the wetness removed after it was increased. I was about to get a 
nooner. Nooners with Amanda were about to become an inseparable part of 
my life. We ate and left quickly. When we were outside I gave her a check 
for the rent and told her that Joe was her grandpa. We quickly got in out 
vehicles, We had wetness to attend to. We took both cars. That was the 
fastest way for Amanda to get to class. When we walked in Amanda said to 
the smiling lady that she had signed the lease. Amanda was pretty sure of 
her property, me. Amanda said, "let's go up, I just have to measure one 
more time."

I followed her beautiful ass to the elevator. When the door close 
Amanda threw her arms around me and gave me an Amanda kiss until the 
elevator stopped. She backed out in the hall with her arms still around 
my neck and her mouth on mine. When I stepped out, she bit my lower lip.  
Not to bring blood but enough to hurt. Amanda had said she loved to bite.  
I was going to be the recipient of that love. She withdrew her teeth but 
held on tight with her lips, sucking on my lower lip. When she let go,
my lip was fat.
  
"I made you a pouty lip," she giggled. "That is so cute!"

I put my arm around her waist, she was so tiny. About half way to her 
apartment door, she lowered my hand to her ass. She unlocked the door.
As soon as we entered she began stripping. An anxious strip. I 
followed her lead. I fell to my knees. She mounted my face and my 
mouth was full of pussy. She was wet alright, she was soaked.  I 
swallowed her cum and began licking her clit. In no time she was 
reaching her first orgasm. Amanda truly loved receiving oral sex.  
I loved giving it to her but I would like some relief too. I have 
never thought I wanted to be denigned. I have read that it is a main 
part of this kind of a relationship but I was not very fond of it.  
I liked eating Amanda. I liked licking her ass. Maybe I liked the pain 
more than I cared to admit. I also liked to fuck. Really fuck.  
Amanda never gives an indication that we are ever going to do that.  
She avoids my dick, other then to press against it with her body when 
we are dressed. 

I continued to lick and suck on her pussy after she had her first 
orgasm. I knew we would enjoy another one shortly. She was usually 
sweet during this special play time and would say sweet things to me. 
Amanda could be so sweet. She could also be very cruel. I was 
learning to enjoy her sweetness and accept her cruelty. I am sure 
this is her design of progress for me as her slave.

"Give me your hand, Larry." She said in her sexy voice. She spoke 
softly.

I reached my right hand up to her knowing that very soon I would 
be greeted with the pain from her teeth. I was surprised when she 
placed it over a nice tit. Her nipple must have been an inch long.  
I knew it was increasing in length as her aerola receded in
circumference. I began to play with it. At the same time I licked 
her clit. Both were growing a little bit. I could feel her heat 
increasing on my face. I placed my left hand on her g spot. I kept 
all very active and tried to keep them synchronized in their various
duties. All intending to give Amanda the pleasure she deserved.  
Amanda loved pleasure. I was being rewarded with more cum and many 
pleasurable sounds. I felt her hands on my head. I began tongue 
fucking her and applying pressure to her g spot in rythym to her 
pulls on my head. Her face squeezes were coming with regularity. 
All of them increased in speed only to be finalized with body 
shudders, a soft scream, a hard squeeze of my face and then relaxed.
  
I continued to lick Amanda. I did not want any of her cum to escape 
my mouth so I swallowed again. 

"Larry, we must go. I have to make class. I will think of you all 
through my classes. I will think of all the sweet things you do to 
give me pleasure. You can lick me lots more later."
  
She raised up and I stood up. My lip hurt. I noticed it was still 
puffed out.  well, it had had no rest since Amanda's teeth.

"Oh Larry, look at my little teeth marks, they are so cute. They look 
really cool on you. Notice the pretty colors. Your skin makes a 
fantastic canvas! I did not put a single one on you today.  But,the 
day has not ended!" She giggled.

Amanda was very antimated when she talked like that. She had lots of 
head movements and a ton of different facial expressions. I loved 
watching her talk. Everything was a dramatic delivery. We locked the 
door behind us and left.

"Were your measurments correct," the sales lady called out to us as 
we left.

"They were just perfect," Amanda answered with a giggle. 
She slipped her arm around my waist as we walked to the car.