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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any
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Copyright 1998 by E.Z. Riter.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned thirty
plus chapters.
Please! Give me your comments.
MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 12
Lisa's Submission
There I was in my own bedroom in the house where I grew up. Andy, my
kitten of six months, was naked and kneeling at my feet. Since she
had been programmed by Uncle Bert to be my kitten (as he called his
female slaves), this was no surprise. Lisa, the bitch I had dated who
was unprogrammed, was naked, kneeling beside Andy. Lisa was begging
me to spank her. What was going on? My cock was a rock. He thought he
knew exactly what was happening.
As I thought about it, I realized Lisa always had this submissive
streak. I never realized it before. But, the training we had a
Mistress Diana's allowed Andy to see it right away. Or, maybe it was
the programming. I wandered off in thought about the programming as
the two naked women waited patiently.
"I don't spank just anybody, Lisa. They must be someone very special
to me."
"I want to be special to you, Davy . . . I mean, master. I have
always wanted to be special to you."
"Will you be my slave?" "Yes, master." "My slut?" "Yes, master.
Please." "Is your pussy wet?"
Lisa turned beet red but did not look away, holding my gaze
shamelessly. "Flooding, master, like it never has before."
I grabbed Lisa's hair, pulling it back to raise her face. She gasped
and her mouth opened as I leaned to kiss her. It was a long,
demanding kiss.
"You are special to me, Lisa. I am happy you want to belong to me.
But, you will have to earn your spanking."
This whole scenario had been very confusing to Lisa. Driven by her own
deep need to be dominated and exacerbated by the strongest sexual
desire she had ever experienced, her mind was reeling that she would
have to beg to be punished. Now, she had been told she would have to
earn it.
"What do you wish of me?" she asked, too far gone to stop now . . .
or, ever.
"Suck my cock, slave!"
Lisa and I had dated for three years. She had a few times taken my
cock in her mouth, all the time fighting my urging for her to suck it.
Now, she started blinking as the two parts of her mind . . . natural
and sexual versus environmental and non-sexual . . . fought for
dominance in her.
"Yes, master," she said, opening her mouth.
"Wait." I sat down, then, instructed Andy to teach Lisa how to suck
cock. Andy was a good cock sucker. No, Andy was a great cock sucker.
I found out she was a good teacher, also. Since I can hold back
forever, I did, enjoying the two beautiful women at my feet and their
strenuous efforts at pleasing me.
How can I describe this? Picture a wet dream, centerfold-type blonde,
naked, on her knees, sweetly and competently explaining to a beautiful
brunette with a lean and athletic type body, who is also naked and on
her knees, the best way to suck your cock. You are leaning back on
the bed, propped up on your arms, smiling down at them as they nestle
between your legs. Got that picture! Go with it!
Lisa was exhausted. She had valiantly sucked and slurped until her jaw
hurt. Andy gave me a glance confirming my evaluation of Lisa.
"Slut Lisa, I am going to cum in your mouth."
She nodded, since my cock in her mouth kept her from speaking. I
instructed my programmed cock to shoot a little. I saw Lisa gag but
swallow.
"Good, baby," Andy whispered in her ear. Again, a little and she
swallowed without gagging this time.
"Now, me, please, master," Andy said.
"No. I want it all," Lisa said, surprising both of us. She got her
wish, as I let myself empty my balls. Cum oozed around my cock onto
her lips and chin. Andy licked her clean.
"Very good, slut, for your first time."
"Thank you, master," she replied. I was amazed how 'master' just
seemed to flow from her.
"You have earned your spanking. Lay across my lap." Eagerly, Lisa
crawled across my lap. Andy sat in front of Lisa, holding Lisa's
wrists in her hands.
"I know you are going to love this," she said with a grin.
It was a spanking meant to create sexual need and the desire to have
more spankings. The swats were clean, crisp, but not that hard. I
spaced them, rubbing her ass, letting my hand caress her pussy between
each blow. I could feel her juices run down on my leg. Still, after
ten, her ass was red and hot to the touch. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Do you want to be fucked now, Lisa, my slut?"
"Yes. Please fuck me!"
I had believed Lisa did not orgasm easily. In fact, sometimes I knew
she faked it. This time, she was a hot, sweating, whimpering,
squirming slut as I pounded her poor pussy unmercifully. She had at
least four orgasms as she begged me to fuck her harder. I had her
arms pinned above her head at the end, my legs trapping hers up and
out as I rammed into her. She shrieked and arched, cumming one last
time before she passed out.
With Lisa out cold on the bed, I pulled Andy to me. We gently made
love before going to sleep.
We were all sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, which my father
made each morning from freshly ground 100% Columbian beans. Mom had
been cooking waffles and we were eating away. If Mom and Dad were
surprised to find Lisa had spent the night with us, they did not show
it.
I wondered if Uncle Bert had programmed them to be totally accepting
of anything sexual I did. It was obvious we had sex. Both the girls
looked well fucked. For the first time in my life, I thought a saw a
sexual expression on my father's face. He looked envious of me and
desirous of them.
"Andy and I are going back to Colorado today," I said.
"Oh, why, honey? We do not get to see enough of you," Mom replied.
Lisa's eyes were boring into me.
"We need to get back to Mary and get ready for Christmas. There is so
much to do. You know Uncle Bert left me some instructions about
projects he was working on he wanted me to complete."
"Your father and I are both excellent scientists and I am a
biochemist, if you need any help," Mom said as she shoveled another
waffle on my plate.
"Who is Mary?" Lisa whispered to Andy.
"My mother. She was Bert's mistress. Now, she belongs to Davy."
"Oh," Lisa said, trying to digest this new information.
"How many of you are there, Andy?"
"Just mom and me. Want to make it three?" I could see Lisa thinking.
"In fact, Bert and I often talked about chemistry. We would take two
or three days together to have long brain sessions. I know I learned
a lot at those times and always came back refreshed," Mom said, giving
Dad another waffle.
"Brain sessions," I thought. "You mean fucking sessions."
I now knew how Uncle Bert got Mom away when he wanted to fuck her.
Uncle Bert was sharp. We chattered with small talk until time for Andy
and me to get packed. Lisa tagged along.
"Please, Davy, master. Are you going to invite me to come with you?"
Lisa's eyes were wide. She was afraid of losing the two people who
finally gave her full and complete orgasms, releasing her sexuality.
Earlier, Andy had laid out her plan and I had agreed. It was obvious
Lisa had strong bisexual tendencies even if Andy's were programmed.
And, Lisa was so submissive she ached.
"Lisa, do you want to come live with us?" Andy said, her claw gently
teasing Lisa's breast. Poor Lisa nodded eagerly and pathetically.
"Here is the deal. You will belong to me. I will be your mistress. You
will be my pet. Understand, I have a master, too. So, you will also
belong to him as well as to me. You will have no rights. You will be
given to anyone we wish for sex or any other service. We expect
complete obedience. Do you wish to be our bitch? Our pet? Our slave? A
complete and total slut for us?"
Lisa eagerly agreed.
As we were ready to leave, a thought shot through my head.
The man I called father, whose name was Charles and was my mother's
husband, was not my father but the brother of my natural father, whose
name was Bert and I called Uncle Bert. Uncle Bert said my mother was
hot in bed but I had never seen her look vaguely hot. Uncle Bert had
also fucked my three sisters, who were really only my half- sisters,
since Charles was really their father and Bert was really their Uncle.
Anyway, I called Charles Dad since he was the guy who raised me
(except for summers when I lived with Bert) but Charles took me to the
doctor and attended school plays and came to my sporting events, like
a real dad is suppose to do.
This could get confusing. The thought was: was Dad getting enough? I
had seen how he had looked at me with two hot, freshly fucked women at
my side. I asked to speak to my mother alone.
"Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?" I asked. I saw her eyes glaze
over as she started the trance. "It depends on the chef?" she replied.
For just an instant, I wondered what it would like to fuck my mother.
But, that is not what I had in mind. Not now, anyway.
"What does your pussy prefer?"
"It prefers following your commands." I waited. She was only the
second woman, Mistress Diana being the other, I had put in a trance.
I was not sure how she would react. Diana had kneeled before me. Mom
just stood there quietly.
"How often do you and Charles have sex?"
"Bert programmed me to only let Charles have sex twice a month. Bert
was mad at him."
I was shocked. It was the first time I knew of Uncle Bert had been
cruel, and to his own brother.
"Why was Bert mad at Charles?"
"Charles thought Bert was not nice enough to Cathy. They argued about
it." Nice enough? If Dad only knew Uncle Bert loved fucking Cathy
and Cathy was one of his favorites, he would not have been so
concerned. Or, maybe, he would have been more concerned.
"Mom, this is a command. You are to give Charles all the sex he wants
anytime he wants. You will be very sexy with him. Do you have any
women friends Charles would like and that you could help him seduce?"
"Yes. Several."
"Good. You will help Charles identify and seduce women. You will be
very loving and supportive of all his affairs. You will join them in
threesomes if Charles wants you to. Your goal is to make him the best
fucked man in LA. Understand?"
"Yes. I understand."
"Alice." I called her real name, ending the trance.
"What did you want, dear?" she asked, sounding like a Mom again.
"Nothing. It is time for me to go."
I gave her a big hug. When I got outside, I gave Dad a big hug, which
surprised him a little.
"Merry Christmas, Dad."
"Merry Christmas, son," he said, shaking my hand. If he only knew the
present I gave him.
I gave the keys to the Jaguar to Dad. A stud like he was going to be
would need a hot car. The limo took the three of us to LAX for the
flight to Denver. As instructed, Lisa was wearing a dog collar with a
tag saying she belonged to Andy. Andy, being Andy, was not a strong
mistress and the two girls were becoming friends as they chatted on
the plane. We picked up the Bronco at the airport.
Before we headed into the mountains, I had one stop to make: a tattoo
parlor. Lisa was on her back. Andy was holding her arms down, looking
into her face and blocking her view of what was happening. Lisa's
dress and panties had been removed. She was not wearing a bra on
Andy's orders, so she was naked. Her legs were together and I was
holding them down.
"Please, mistress, tell me again what is happening?" Lisa asked.
"We are having a ring put through the hood of your clit to let you cum
more easily, little pet," Andy replied, sounding like she was talking
to a retarded person. Andy leaned over Lisa to kiss her long and
sweet.
The tattoo guy eyed me.
"They belong to you," he asked enviously.
"The blonde belongs to me. The brunette belongs to the blonde."
He shook his head. "No need to ask if you are going to have a Merry
Christmas," he said as he punctured Lisa's clit hood. I think it
worked. Lisa orgasmed on the way to the house just from the Bronco
bouncing along.
Christmas would be here in two weeks.
To be continued . . .
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