Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 059
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: MF D/s

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 59
Sunday: Nellis'

      The first day of the rest of Robert Nellis' life began with the novel
sensation of something soft, warm, and wet engulfing his morning erection.
The thought process that began with, 'This is one helluva wet dream!'
rapidly brought him to the point of admitting to himself that he was too
alert for it to be a dream, so... he opened his eyes.  The dark blonde curls
obscuring the face moving up and down his shaft were recognizably Marilyn's
- but this was a distinctly un-Marilyn-like activity.  The apparently
totally nude body visible beyond the scene of the action also claimed to be
Marilyn's... but in 20 odd years of marriage, Marilyn had NEVER awakened him
with sexual activity.  Perplexed, he rubbed his eyes, and rose up on his
elbows to get a better look at the intruder.  "Marilyn?"

      The mouth came off his cock as she tilted her head up to look at him.
"Merry," she responded.  She hustled off the bed, arranging herself beside
it, kneeling with her knees spread, head tucked below arms extended toward
the bed, crossed at the wrist. "I submit myself, Master."

      Robert frowned.  The view was pleasant, but yesterday still rankled.
"I'm in no mood for games," he declared, preparing to dismiss the whole
thing.

      "It's no game, Master.  I submit - forever."  Merry did not dare to
look up.

      Robert blinked. "Forever?"

      Marilyn sighed.  "Until my Master releases me.  However, I submit
without expectation of release."

      Robert was shaking a bit.  This was - scary.  "Why?"

      "I do not deserve to be free.  I am vain, foolish, selfish.  I do not
know how to treat my Master properly as an equal.  But I love my Master.  If
I submit, my Master has a free hand with which to punish and teach me.  My
Master can protect me from my foolishness, and punish my selfishness and
vanity."

      Robert mused aloud, "This is not the same as the little game that we
have been playing.  This will change both of out lives.  You will be more -
and less - than a wife, and I will become more than a husband.  In fact, it
nullifies some of our wedding vows.  This state of affairs is not supported
legally; I will have to take actions to protect myself from the legal
system."  Looking at Merry, Robert queried, "You realize that this is a
dangerous step?  That it makes me your only protector, and that I can choose
NOT to protect you?"  Merry looked up and nodded.  Robert continued, "I'm
not prepared for this.  I cannot define the limits to which you can go, or
to which I WILL go.  Frankly, I'm scared for both of us:  I'm scared that
I'll ruin your life, and I'm scared that I'll succumb to temptation and
become corrupt.  You realize of course that I owe you some serious
punishments, and that your prior trespasses cannot be ignored by me the way
Master Rob did?"

      "Yes, Master."  Merry began to quake a bit.

      "Okay.  For the moment, I accept your submission.  We're going to play
things by ear for a while, so you will need to be flexible.  I may change my
policies with" a shark-like grin surfaced "'Master-like' capriciousness -
which, now that I think about it, is good training for you."  Waving his
arm, he directed, "Climb up here, and finish what you started.  Plan to
awaken me similarly until further notice.  Oh, and you will swallow unless
and until I direct otherwise.  In fact, I want you to hold the last mouthful
in your mouth and show it to me until I direct you to swallow it!"

      "Yes, Master."  Merry climbed back onto the bed, kneeling over
Robert's legs and again attacking his erection, which had flagged a bit.
She was somewhat surprised to discover that his instructions regarding the
handling of his come excited her a bit.

      Robert relaxed into the sensations, murmuring, "You may have your work
cut out for you - I'm going to be somewhat distracted, trying to lay out
some ground rules."  Merry locked eyes with him, and managed to nod.  Robert
settled back to enjoy the view.  Merry was trim, at 5'6" she had just enough
flesh on her to be delightfully curvaceous, and she was well toned for being
in her mid-30's.  The pinkish-brown nipples on her conical, 34B breasts
highlighted her light-olive complexion.  Gravity was winning the battle, but
the amount of sag in them wasn't anything unsightly; in fact, in her current
position, the gentle sway as she leaned forward into her work was quite
arousing!  Her position afforded a decent view of her furry pubic mound; the
soft curls weren't THAT much darker in color that those on her head.
Obviously, her regular trips to the beauty parlor hadn't gone THAT much to
dye jobs...

      "It's all well and good that you have submitted to me here in private,
and as far as I'm concerned, it's binding," Robert mused, "but we'll need to
go public with a declaration in pretty clear terms - else it's your word
against mine.  A written document would probably also be a good idea,
although its legality will be open to question.  We'll probably want to do
some kind of a draft - a 'binder', if you will, (he grinned at the pun) to
be followed up by a document that is as tight legally as possible.  To that
end, I want you to discuss the matter with someone at the legal firm that
employs you - and I DON'T want you to be too circumspect about it.  I want
whoever it is to KNOW that it's you you're talking about and be fully
conversant in the details.  I will want to consult with him or her over the
final product.  There will be some humiliation involved, but it will be good
for you."

      Merry was already humiliated.  To have people at the law firm know she
was a slave... No matter who she spoke to, it would be all over the firm 15
minutes after the discussion ended!  She would never be able to look any of
them in the eye again!  Merry's eyes were round and damp with her
humiliation, but she said nothing, and never missed a stroke on Robert's
shaft.  And, truth be told, contemplation of the situation her master was
placing her in caused a damp flow in her vagina.

      Robert regarded his slave, his poker face hiding both his enjoyment of
inflicting the predicament upon her and his admiration at how well she took
it.  If she was committed to being this compliant as a slave, it was going
to make his life as a master MUCH easier.  Still, he needed to push her a
bit more...  "I've decided not to allow you to wear clothing around the
house - except for a collar, or the odd bit of jewelry..."  He watched her
work her way through the implications.

      Merry's mind was spinning a mile a minute.  'Naked?  Around the
children?' Merry steeled herself. 'Okay, I can handle that.  But what about
visitors?  Strangers?  Delivery people?'  Then... 'A collar!?'  Merry's eyes
got big.  Grasping for the proper procedure, she raised a hand, while
continuing her ministrations.

      Robert acknowledged it - barely. "You have a question?"  Merry
contrived to nod. "It will wait - I'm too close!" Robert responded as his
hips escaped from his control and began thrusting his erection deeper into
Merry's throat.  Merry became preoccupied with coping with this evidence of
his increased immediacy, trying to fit Robert's thrusts into her pattern in
such a way as to avoid having an inch and a half of swollen cock jammed down
her throat without backing off appreciably.  She knew if she angered him
that he would punish her - recent failures were foremost in the minds of
them both.

      As for Robert, he was in no mood to take it easy on her.  For that
matter, he fully intended to experience a 'deep throat' blowjob from her at
some point - especially now that she had no say in the matter.  If she took
a hit now and then beforehand, so much the better - it would be valuable
experience, if she showed the sense to treat it that way!  Still, he was
gentle as he took her head in his hands to guide her in ways to maximize his
pleasure in the final moments before his ejaculation.  And a habit of
gentleness caused him NOT to ram his cock fully against the back of her
throat as the dam burst.  This was somewhat of an accomplishment as the
onset of orgasm caused his eyes to go glassy as he temporarily lost 50
points of IQ while the sensations overrode conscious thought.

      Unfortunately, these measures weren't enough for Merry's comfort.
While the withdrawal saved her from choking under the direct pressure of his
glans, the first blast of semen hit the back of her throat with some force,
triggering her gag reflex.  Merry got control, backed off until the ring of
her lips held him at the flange of his glans, and dropped her chin, taking
the second shot on her tongue.  Mindful of Robert's instructions, she did
not swallow until assured of another shot of cum, working to ensure that she
could display a mouthful when he had finished.  As he settled down, she
cleaned him up and released him as he began to go flaccid.  Then she opened
her mouth, displaying the incipient snowball as instructed.

      Robert was well pleased.  Merry's performance was much improved over
the previous days' effort, and the added spice of watching her mortified
reactions to his mind games made it that much more enjoyable.  Running his
fingers fondly through her curls, he directed, "Go ahead and swallow.  I've
no further use for THIS load." After a moment, he continued, "You had a
question?"

      "Master, about the nudity at home: What about when visitors come?  Or
the cable guy?  People like that?"

      "No issues with the kids?"

      "No, they'll understand."

      "What about YOU?  Do YOU understand?"

      Merry frowned.  "I'm not sure.  It's punishment?"

      Robert frowned back. "Not quite - or not exactly.  It's a visible
reminder of your status.  A certain amount of humiliation is involved.  This
helps to impress your condition upon you - but it's not the only reason.  Do
you want me to state the other reason I'm humiliating you baldly?"  He
locked eyes with Merry.

      Merry dropped her eyes, and blushed, "No, Master."  'Ohmigod! He
knows!' flashed through her brain.

      "To return to your question," Robert continued, "I don't know yet.
We'll do this:  You may keep a robe or housecoat near the front door.  But
you may NOT use it without my expressed permission."

      "Master, some people might take my nudity as an invitation!"

      "You will ask strangers for their identification before allowing them
to enter the house.  You will write this information down.  If someone
should show an inclination to take liberties with you, you will advise them
that no enticement is intended, and you will inform them that I will seek
legal redress on your behalf.  You may call the police.  You may call me.
You may carry the telephone, so that you can be prepared to call for help.
When you expect a service man, you may ask me for permission in advance to
use the robe.  But if I do not grant you permission, you will not wear it,
and in a situation where you must answer the door and I am not available to
provide you with guidance, you will do it nude.  Do you understand?"  Robert
again held Merry's eyes.  Merry sat frozen, her eyes huge, while
possibilities unearthed by Robert flickered through her mind, generating
quivers of fear.  Robert waited a moment, then repeated himself, "Merry, do
you understand?"

      Merry licked dry lips, "Y-yes, Master."

      "Good.  Do you feel that this is a reasoned response?" Robert asked.

      Merry visibly shelved her fear.  She frowned for a moment, thinking.
"Yes, Master," she responded.

      Robert quirked an eyebrow.  "I noticed that you have not asked me
about your friends and acquaintances, or mine - or even the children's..."

      Merry actually smiled, grimly, "No, Master - it was unnecessary. I
know the answer."

      Robert grinned back.  "I will allow you to ask - only because it will
introduce a sense of hope and anticipation, not because you may expect me to
actually grant you permission under anything but the most unusual
circumstances."

      Merry's eyes danced.  Robert was enjoying himself, and she was
enjoying watching him do so - without regard for the consequences.  "Master,
there was some mention of a collar?"

      Robert became pensive.  "Yes.  You are my property, and you will be
properly marked as such at all times.  We will get you a collar as soon as
possible.  We may look at something decorative with the appearance of
jewelry at some point, but initially I'm afraid that it will probably be
some variant upon a dog collar.  I will carry a leash - the implications
should be obvious, should you misbehave in public.  I have some other
thoughts on decorative jewelry... Were you aware that I like the look of
ankle bracelets on a woman?"

      "Only vaguely, Master.  Foolish of me to be so unobservant," Merry
replied.  She sat there, straddling his waist, hands on her thighs, upright,
her eyes bright and clear.

      Robert was proud of her.  And somewhat amazed; it was as if she had
been emancipated, not crushed beneath the yoke.  Here he was, dreaming up
all manner of humiliation for her, and she just sat there, glowing.  "Do you
remember whether the little shop where we obtained our last collection of
toys is open on Sunday?  I'd like to get you properly outfitted..."

      Merry pursed her lips in thought, "I think it opens at 12:00, Master."

      "Good.  We'll pop by sometime in the afternoon - but for now,
breakfast?"

      "Certainly, Master."  Merry hopped up and preceded Robert down the
hall.  "Does Master have a menu preference?"

      "Well, juice and coffee.  Other than that, surprise me.  I don't
intend on dictating such things, aside from pointing out when something
either succeeds or fails remarkably.  Most domestic issues will continue to
be handled by you without interference; however, there is the small matter
of money - you don't have any."

      They had reached the foot of the stairs.  Merry turned, and looked up
at Robert, quizzically.  "Master?"

      Robert was building a head of steam, "You have proven that you have no
discretion where money is concerned - therefore, you will have no
discretionary income.  The proceeds from your work at the law firm accrue to
me, to be disposed of as I see fit.  I'm sure you will agree that this is in
keeping with the parameters of our new relationship.  Until further notice,
any household expenditure over $20 must be cleared specifically with me."
Merry's eyes were huge - he'd gotten to her, after all!  "You will surrender
your charge cards to me, for demolition."  Merry opened her mouth, and
Robert's tone became dangerous, "Yes?"

      Merry's mouth clamped shut. "Nothing, Master."

      Robert made shooing motions.  "I want my coffee.  Git!"

      Merry got.