Family Enslaved by Rache
Chapter 9 : Katrina
"Hi, Daddy!" I smiled into the phone.
I wanted to go to the airport, but it was too early and I'd just be miserable if I did. So I was sitting on the hotel bed, watching the television with the sound muted and calling my parents.
"Susan? Hi," my dad sounded a little surprised, but he probably expected me to walk through the door, not call him on the phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked and it was fun, actually.
"Uh…Just watching a little news. Jim's here, someplace. Upstairs I think."
"Good," I giggled. "He should be in my bed right now."
"In your bed?" Dad wondered at that. I heard Mom's voice in the background and Dad answered her. "It's Susan."
"Yeah, he's been a bad boy, Daddy," I sighed dramatically. "But Cheryl's going to come over and talk to him."
"He's been bad?" my dad was only getting more puzzled.
"Hi Susan," my mother's voice filled my ear; she must have gotten on the kitchen extension.
"Hi Mom."
"They're not, uh…Are they in trouble?" Daddy was concerned now, being the good dad he was.
"Who's in trouble?" Mom asked.
"A little…maybe," I said truthfully. "But I think it'll be okay."
"What happened?" Mom demanded.
"Ohhh…It's Jim…Do you remember Pauline? His old girlfriend?"
"The cheerleader?" Dad asked.
"They were all cheerleaders, dear," my mom corrected him and I giggled.
"Yeah yeah…The last one I mean, right?" Dad asked impatiently.
"Yeah," I nodded into the phone. "Well, Jim was fucking her."
I said it bluntly and my parents didn't seem to notice, which was a real reminder of how much our relationship had changed. A week ago I never would have used the F word in front of them like that, now none of us even noticed.
"Heh, that was a long time ago," my dad chuckled. "Nothing for her to get excited…"
"I think she means more recently," Mom sighed. "Cheryl knows?"
"Yeah, she found out today," I smacked my lips. "Soooo…Cheryl is going to come over and talk to him for a little bit."
"Well that's…Good, right?" Dad offered.
"Should be," I told them. "But, well…you guys should know uh, we kind of a have a thing."
"Ahhh…A thing?"
"What do you mean, dear?"
"I mean we had to punish Jim today, you know," I giggled. "Like we punished Slave-Mommy for all that other cock she loves. Remember that?"
"Mistress," my mother answered immediately and I knew she was red faced, being reminded as she was of her own infidelity.
"How about you, Slave-Daddy? Remember when we spanked your wife's pussy?"
"Yea…Yes, Mistress," Dad's voice was soft.
"So, Jim needed to be spanked too," I told them.
"He's…Mistress, he's your slave…too?" Mom sounded a little shocked.
"Hard to imagine my Slave-Brother on his knees, isn't it Slave-Mommy?" I chuckled.
"Y-Yessss…" she drew a breath.
"Does it turn my Slave-Mommy on?"
"Mistress…I…"
"Tell me the truth now…Do you want to see me punish Jim? Spank his big hard cock, Slave-Mommy?" I was whispering. "Make him eat my ass like Slave-Daddy does? Would you like that?"
"Oh God…Mistress…" my mom was touching herself, I'd have bet money on it.
"You'd like some of that too, wouldn't you, Slave-Mommy? Your son's big dick inside your hot little hole?" I felt myself getting wet, speaking dirty to my own mom like that.
"I…Yes, Mistress…" she practically moaned.
"I'll let you fuck him, Slave-Mommy…and I'll let you watch, Slave-Daddy," I chuckled. "If you're both good."
"Mistress, thank you," Mom gasped softly.
"You're being awfully quiet, Slave-Daddy," I said. "What do you think?"
"I, uh…I don't know, Mistress," my dad really didn't either, it would take him awhile to sort it out.
"Don't worry, Slave-Daddy. I have something special for you too."
"W-What?" my father could barely be heard of my mom's heavy breathing.
"Don't you cum, Slave-Mommy," I told her sternly. "I'll whip that cunt of yours if you can't control it."
"Mistress, I…Yes…I am…I will…Won't…" she was close.
"I have a new Slave-Sister to play with too, Daddy. A brand new daughter for you to love, just like I promised," I told my father.
"I don't, uh…What do you mean, Mistress?"
"Cheryl." I was smiling big and I wished I'd been able to tell my parents in person.
"Cheryl?" my mother gasped.
"You and her…" Daddy said slowly.
"I fucked the daylights out of her this afternoon," I agreed happily. "She came when I spanked her too. She's a good little subbie." I couldn't help bragging just a little.
"She's your slave?" Mom asked. "But…she's pregnant!"
"I know," I chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Her baby will be fine."
"Y-You told her about me, Mistress?" my dad sounded nervous.
"What, that you'd love to fuck her, Slave-Daddy?" I clucked my tongue. " Or that you're a bad Daddy who needs to be punished?"
"Uh…Yes, Mistress. Both…I guess…" he agreed and not so reluctantly.
"Not yet," I laughed at the tease. "You can tell her yourself. She's my slave, but…"
"Mistress?"
"But what, Mistress?"
"Mmmm…She's going to be your Mistress too," I told them. "I'm going to teach her how and you two slaves are going to help her. You're going to love her, aren't you, my Slave-Parents?"
"M-Mistress…Cheryl?" my father said and he sounded like he was ready to cum too. "Oh yes, Mistress…I…We do love her…"
"Are you jerking off, Slave-Daddy?" I chided him. "Put that cock away, you're supposed to be taking it easy."
"I'm sorry…Yes, Mistress."
"Like a couple horny teenagers, I swear!" I sighed theatrically.
"Does Cheryl…Mistress Cheryl…" Mom corrected herself slowly. "Does she know about…us?"
"Not yet, Slave-Mommy. But she will soon enough. When I get home we'll all sit down and talk about it, okay?"
"She's coming, right? What, uh…How do we act…Mistress?" my dad was a little nervous, I thought, and that was cute.
"Act natural," I laughed. "She's still your daughter-in-law."
"Yeah, but…Okay," he finally agreed, but Dad was still trying to understand the rules.
"Are you making dinner, Mom?" I asked, letting her know we could end our little long-distance scene.
"Yeah, uh…Susan," she spoke slowly. "Just some spaghetti and…"
"Good," I nodded and glanced at my watch, which I'd put back on after my shower. "I'll be home about…mmmm…eight o'clock maybe, we'll all eat then. Is that okay?"
"Sure, yeah," my mom agreed. "I'll make some salad too, that'll be…uh, nice."
"Yeah," I laughed lightly. "Just give Jim and Cheryl their time to talk, okay? And I'll see you guys later. Love you."
"Love you too, Susan," Daddy said, just like he had a thousand times before.
"Mistress, I love you," Mom whispered and she wanted a lifestyle, to live a 24/7 power exchange, I thought. Mom was hungry for that and it was another thing on my mind.
"I know, Slave-Mommy. I love you too," I rewarded her gently. "Bye bye."
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"Checking out?" the registration clerk asked me.
She was the middle-aged woman who'd seen me coming in with my mother one day and Cheryl the next. The look on her face made her opinion of me clear, although she knew nothing at all but what she suspected. I wondered just how good her imagination might be.
"No," I smiled back, deciding to frustrate her with my good humor. "I'll be staying, but I do need fresh linen and towels, please."
"I'll let housekeeping know, ma'am," she answered, as she had to. Whether she liked me or not it was one of the better hotels in the city, and so she had to maintain decorum.
"Thanks," I smiled prettily. "What time do you get off, uh…Carolyn?" I read her name tag.
"Excuse me?" she stared with her pretty green eyes wide and her face flushed slightly.
"How late do you work?" I repeated.
"I don't think that's…" she was flustered and obviously thought I was hitting on her.
And she wasn't unattractive by any means, I'd always found women in uniform sexy and this hotel did dress the staff nice. White blouses and two piece suits, royal blue skirts and jackets for the women. And she was married, I'd noted, seeing the small diamond engagement ring just inside her wedding band. It might have been fun trying to seduce her, and I may even have succeeded despite her prejudice. Curiosity has killed a lot more than cats, in my experience, and this woman was wondering about me.
"Come on…" I leaned on the counter slightly, dropping my voice and several co-workers, younger women, were watching us.
"I'll uh, I'll have housekeeping…" she swallowed nervously.
"You said that, Carolyn," I smiled at her. "What time do you get off work?"
"I…" she glanced at a dark-haired girl with glasses who instantly busied herself. "Ten o'clock…"
"After your shift, come upstairs and turn my bed down for me…" I whispered, looking into her green eyes. Wonderfully green eyes; it was her best feature…so far.
"I, um…."
"Would you do that for me, Carolyn?" I asked her gently.
"If you…want me to…" she cleared her throat as a door behind her opened and a heavyset man appeared, giving me a look and a lick of his lips.
"I'll let you know," I promised her, and then louder. "Thank you, Carolyn."
"Yes ma'am," she was blushing and looking down as I walked away.
That woman hadn't been hard to pick out, the guilty ones liked to hide their desires behind a mask of moral outrage. She'd given me the looks for the benefit of her coworkers, for the other guests, pretending that she wasn't interested in what was going on. But Carolyn was curious, if nothing else, maybe even experienced and now stuck in a dull marriage. She was remembering her college girlfriend possibly, or that one night when she'd had a little too much to drink and had woken up well-fucked in her pretty roommate's bed.
Whatever the reason, whatever her excuse, Carolyn was predictable and her secrets weren't well kept at all. I would probably never see her again, I thought as I waited for the valet to retrieve my rental car, but one never knew. And if we did get together I'd punish her for all those secrets, I'd make a point of it, and Carolyn would thank for it after, I was sure.
It was a fun game though, one I enjoyed immensely, and I practiced it a lot on people like Carolyn. I didn't win all the time, the way I had with her; sometimes I was completely wrong and those were only slightly frustrating. I was rarely embarrassed by it and depending on the person, they were more often than not flattered by the attention, rather than humiliated or angered by it.
And that was essentially me. It was what I did. Being a Dominatrix required a lot of perception. I'd taught myself to read facial expressions and body language, to listen to a person's voice and hear not only what they were saying, but what they weren't. It was like magic to some people, but others could understand it completely. Any good salesman or politician practiced the same skills, merely to different ends.
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Despite my phone call home and my flirtation with Carolyn, and the traffic from downtown to the airport, I was still early. Katrina's plane was scheduled for an 1855 arrival, five minutes before seven, but the tote board said Delayed and I had no idea how long that meant. I frowned and made my way towards the gates, spending ten minutes going through the security checkpoint and then riding the small subway from the main terminal to the other one, where the gates were. At least I could do that much, unlike at a lot of other airports where a person couldn't get past the main terminal without a boarding pass.
That still left me with thirty minutes, or probably more as that delayed warning blinked slowly on the information monitors I looked at. There was little to do except browse the small shops or sit in one of the lounges and have a drink.
"Just a coke, please," I told the bartender.
Alcohol was good sometimes, and I probably could have used a shot of something to relax me, but I preferred staying clear as much as I could. In truth I rarely drank at all and Katrina was the same way. Being with her was intoxication enough.
It was reasonably crowded with both departing passengers and people like me, anxious loved ones and friends, waiting on an arrival. I was dressed as I'd been all day, which is to say a little too enticing for where I was, but I didn't mind it so much. I'd look good for Katrina anyway. I'd washed my skirt, as best I could after Cheryl had cum all over it. Her juices had been ripe too and I wondered if her aroma wasn't noticeable even after my brief attempts to clean it back at the hotel.
"Uh, excuse me…" a soft male voice interrupted my solitude.
As it had to, I supposed with a sigh. It wasn't likely a very attractive woman, especially dressed as I was, could sit alone in a public bar for very long without someone wanting to be her friend. If there was a downside to being beautiful that was it, or one of them anyway. Another problem was the people who were too shy to approach me, some of whom would have doubtless become my friends. But we'd never know because they assumed a girl who looked like me would never have anything in common with someone like them. I found that vaguely frustrating.
I turned slowly and looked at the man, giving him neither a frown nor a smile, but just being neutral. I really had no interest in games right then, but I wasn't going to bite the man's head off either…So long as he kept his manners.
"This is going to sound weird, but…" he swallowed hard and he was ready to run at the first sign of trouble.
He was older; in his forties I thought. A businessman with a disheveled grey suit, like he'd been traveling all day and still had a few more miles to go. He was neither handsome or ugly, but normal the way people are, with his receding black hair and five o'clock shadow.
"What is it?" I asked him, and gently as I didn't want to give him a heart attack. He really was quite nervous.
"You're Mistress Susan, right?"
And he'd lowered his voice, leaning towards me as close as he dared and I could smell his Old Spice.
"From the internet? Uh, Bound for Glory?" he continued after a little pause when I didn't answer right away.
"Yes, I am," I nodded and stared into his brown eyes until he looked down. "Who are you?"
"Mistress, I'm Larry…Uh, oh geez, uh…I'm paddles, I mean…paddles on the website," he nodded quickly. "But, just Larry…here…Mistress."
"Paddles?" I smiled at him then. "It's nice to meet you, sit down."
"Yeah…Yeah, Mistress…" he let out the breath he'd been holding and sat down immediately.
We had forums and message boards on the website, a couple chat rooms, and of course email from the members, and I did remember getting messages from a member named 'paddles' but what he'd said specifically I couldn't recall. We got so many, Katrina and I, as well as some of our regular models, it was impossible to remember all of them. But the nickname did ring a bell and he knew it, and so Larry was very pleased just then.
"Let me get you a drink, Larry," I signaled for the bartender.
"Oh, I can't let you…"
"Larry…" I teased him, sounding a little stern, but smiling. "Are you going to tell me no?"
"No, Mistress…I mean…oh…" he laughed and so did I, he was cute. "I can't believe I'm talking to you. I mean sitting here with you….uh…just ah, anything a…light beer."
The bartender nodded and he was young and handsome and gave us a little grin, like he was wondering why a woman like me would be buying a man like Larry a drink. But that boy knew nothing about people and how important they are…Hopefully he'd learn, if he was a good bartender.
"Well, I'm glad you are, Larry," I said sincerely. "It isn't easy doing what you did, is it?"
"No…Oh my…" he smiled and raised his eyebrows. "I saw you getting off the train and I couldn't believe it and…I worship you, I emailed you. You probably don't remember, I…You answered me though. It was nice."
I laughed lightly, enjoying his pleasure and watching as the man reached for his beer, taking a large swallow.
"I've been a member for over a year," Larry continued and I was happy to listen. "It's the best, your site…It's amazing and I even I got my wife to look."
"Really?" I nodded. "She knows you like BDSM?"
"She does now, yeah," Larry nodded quickly. "I didn't, uh…She didn't know for a long time. We've been married ten years, we…We were both married before…Do you want to see? Here…"
I sipped my Coke while Larry dug out his wallet, determined to tell me and show me everything it seemed.
"This is her…Uh, that's my wife, Linda," he was nodding. "She spanks me…" he blushed sweetly, speaking as softly as he could. "I told her everything, you sent me an email and told me to talk to her and I did."
"Good for you guys," I reached out with my hand and patted his arm gently. "I'm so glad for you."
"You changed my life, Mistress," he was looking into my eyes now and he meant every word he was saying. "I can't thank you enough for that, she's…I love her so much and you were right. About talking."
It was advice I'd given a lot of people, a lot of men who had emailed me, telling me of their fantasies and wishing their wives or girlfriends were involved. Wishing they didn't have secrets. I told them to talk, to open up slowly and carefully and to be honest, but really I had to admit that dealing with email was abstract to me. They were faceless and not real at the time, and I was suddenly struck by that realization, that the email I got from 'paddles' had come from a real person. It had come from Larry and I'd influenced his life, and I'd done it in all of five minutes perhaps, answering an email over my morning coffee.
It was a very sobering thought and I was determined never to forget it.
We sat there talking for very nearly half an hour and it was very enjoyable. We talked about simple things really and Larry was enthusiastic and actually charming in a way. He was a surprising man and I was very glad I'd met him.
"Oh there we go," I smiled suddenly, looking up slightly as Katrina's flight was announced, arriving at gate thirty-four and just ten minutes late.
"Do you have to go?" Larry was smiling, he wasn't under any illusions.
"Come on," I grinned at him, feeling my heart lifting. "Come with me, I want you to meet someone."
"Uh…Okay," he smiled with a bit of confused pleasure. "Mistress."
We joined the small throng of people waiting to greet the disembarking passengers and it was a short wait. I'd gotten Katrina a seat in business class, so she was off the plane before the anonymous herd of passengers in coach.
She was stunning too, and I don't say that only because I was in love with her, but because it was true. Katrina was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and that may seem cliché, but I assure you that I can't exaggerate the woman's beauty. And it wasn't purely physical, it was her presence, her smile and eyes and the way she moved, the way she smelled and the sound of her voice.
Katrina slipped through the crowd like Moses parting the sea, people moved out her way instinctively, most of them watching her, losing themselves for a moment and then reluctantly returning to whatever mundane thing they'd been doing before. Katrina changed people by her presence, and that she seemed so unaware of it only made her that much more attractive. She was perfect.
"That's…Oh…" Larry took a deep breath. "That's Katrina!"
"Yes, she is," I sighed, but I couldn't spare my new friend a glance, I only had eyes for her right then.
And I waited, which was the hardest part of all. Standing there as I had to, being Katrina's Mistress. I had to wait for her to come to me, however much my heart desired to run to her and embrace her just then.
"She's beautiful…" Larry echoed my thoughts exactly. "I mean you're beautiful too, Mistress…Uh…"
"It's okay," I laughed at him. "I know exactly what she is."
Katrina was wearing a one piece leather dress. It was soft, like warm butter and the color of wine, a rich burgundy. It fit her body closely, hugging her waist and hips and wonderfully formed breasts. It was modestly cut, tailored not so much to reveal skin, but the shape of the woman underneath. The skirt was tight, hugging Katrina's ass and the tops of her thighs and then flaring slightly at the knees as it reached for her feet. It was slit in the back and the leather seemed to writhe as she walked towards us. Katrina's leather slings with their two inch heels gave her a little lift to all of five foot eight perhaps, or even a little more. But she wasn't nearly as tall she seemed, it was just that her presence was larger than life.
She wore her collar, of course. It was fashioned of simple black leather, narrow and supple after three long years of wearing it virtually 24 hours a day, seven days a week. She took it off for bathing and the occasional asphyxia scene, but that was all. Katrina's blonde hair was long and loose, falling around her angelic features like a golden cloud. Her face was made up prettily, but not overdone or dramatic. Her eyes were on me, blue and shining dark. She had shadows in her eyes.
Katrina looked like a model or an actress, or some rock star's wife, and I was aware of a couple people actually taking her picture. They were either infatuated suddenly, and who wouldn't be, I thought, or else they wanted her photo just in case she really was famous. Any time you get a large number of people together, you'll find that the unexpected and laughable can't be far behind.
"Mistress," Katrina breathed finally, taking my hand before anything else and kissing my palm before pressing it to her cheek.
"Slave," I smiled and I had to remind myself it had only been a few days we'd been apart. It felt like years since I'd seen her.
I wanted to kiss her and there was no false modesty, no guilt or shame that prevented us from expressing our love, but I considered it impolite, really. This was an airport, not a nightclub or even a hotel bar, and we weren't in Vegas, where I might not have cared even so. But unless I intended to scene with her in public, Katrina and I would largely keep our desires in check, saving all of our kisses for the time when we could be alone.
"I want you to meet someone. Larry, this is my slave, Katrina," I smiled at the man who was pink and nervous all over again. "Larry is 'paddles' on the website."
"Are you?" Katrina gave him a genuine smile and took his hand gently, holding it in both of hers. "It's so nice to meet you."
"It's…my pleasure, Katrina," he nodded and let himself be captivated for a long moment. "You're, uh…Wow…"
"Larry was nice enough to keep me company while I waited," I smiled at him, always enjoying the way people fell in love with my slave.
"Oh, that's so sweet of you," Katrina was still holding his hand.
"Oh, that was, uh…That was nothing at all," Larry was shaking his head. Shaking all over and he couldn't stop smiling."How's that Spencer working out for you?" Katrina grinned.
"You remember? Uh…" Larry bobbed his head quickly. "I love it. You were right, it's great."
"Yeah, of course I remember," Katrina giggled and tossed her hair, turning to me. "I was in the chat room one night and paddles…I mean Larry…Was looking for a paddle…" she laughed and Larry nodded, "…so of course I told him he had to get a Spencer Paddle!"
"Of course," I chuckled and I wasn't surprised that Katrina would remember a random conversation from how many months previously. She always knew what to say.
"My wife loves it too," Larry confided in Katrina and my slave laughed happily.
"Larry, we have to go, but you have to promise me that if you ever come to Las Vegas, you have to let me repay you, alright?" I took his hand as Katrina finally released it and he nodded at me.
"Oh that's…" he smiled.
"No, really…I'd love to entertain you for a night," I smiled warmly into his eyes. "With your wife's permission, of course."
"I'll uh…Okay," he let my hand go. "Mistress."
"Bye, Larry," Katrina gave him a little wave. "Nice meeting you."
"You too, yeah…Ahhh…Like a dream," Larry watched us walk away and he was a very happy man, I thought.
"He seems nice," Katrina smiled at me.
"He is," I giggled. "Did you have any problems with your rings?"
"No, Mistress," Katrina was holding my hand. "Amy helped me with the circlip."
"Good," I nodded.
"Did you mean it, about finding someone?" Katrina couldn't wait and I might have punished her for being so eager, but not just then.
"Yeah," I nodded and we were getting close to the little subway station.
"But you don't want to say anything," Katrina nodded. "Sorry, Mistress."
"I haven't brought it up with him yet, with either of them," I looked down at her as we stood there; she was just a few inches shorter than me, which was nice.
"Either of them?" Katrina smiled uncertainly.
"I want you to meet them first and we'll talk," I shrugged. "You know."
"Yes, Mistress."
There were more people coming as we waited for the little train that would carry us back to the main terminal. Katrina stood closer to me and I put my arms around her, unable to help myself. I felt her own hand sliding up my shoulder, to my neck, and the girl pulled me down gently so she could whisper in my ear.
"I want to make love to you, Mistress," her breath was hot and it made me tingle all over.
"I know," I promised her. "Soon."
People were watching us. Two attractive women standing together, their arms around one another and whispering. It was probably a little much for that place, for that city, but we didn't care. There was little else in the world right then, so far as Katrina and I were concerned. All we wanted to do was get out of the airport and someplace where we could loose our real selves completely.
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"I hope you don't mind, Mistress."
"What?" I looked at her, trying not to smile.
"I packed a small bag," she giggled and pointed at the sign for baggage claim. We were in the main terminal now.
"I thought you were traveling a little light," I looked pointedly at her small purse and shook my head.
"They made me open it in Vegas," Katrina laughed and it was such a lovely sound people stopped what they were doing at looked at us.
"Did you have fun?" I grinned at her as we made our way towards the luggage carousels, already turning.
"It was funny," she glanced around us. "I think the double dong might have scared them a little."
"Oh, you didn't bring that," I rolled my eyes.
"You said I could take out my rings, Mistress," Katrina was teasing me.
The double dong was a twenty-four inch, double headed dildo that looked positively pornographic. Katrina and I had fucked each other often with that particular toy and when it was really good we could just manage to take all of it, between the two of us. Enough so that our Katrina's soft vulva would meet mine and we could grind ourselves to orgasm impaled on 12 inches of pliable cock each. It was very much like heaven must be, in Katrina's expert opinion, which was why she'd brought it, but it had been a long time since we'd played that game. It would be fun seeing how well she would do with it now.
"What else?" I asked my slave, knowing all too well that Katrina hadn't packed so much as a pair of panties, probably.
She would have filled that suitcase full of toys and been halfway to the airport before it occurred to her that she might need to change clothes once in awhile. Or perhaps not. Katrina generally didn't wear a lot of clothes at home, and when she did, the girl was comfortable in whatever she happened to find. And beautiful as well, which made me wonder sometimes why we spent as much on clothes as we did. But seeing Katrina in that leather dress, which had cost much more than a pretty penny, reminded me of the reason. I just wish she'd brought more of her wardrobe with her.
"Oh, the usual," she said airily and I promised myself that I'd spank her for this little conversation later. "Clamps, crops, and cuffs."
"And are you wearing that butt plug?" I asked her softly while we waited for her suitcase to appear.
"Can't you tell, Mistress?" she smiled up at me.
"Actually, no," I laughed.
"It was very uncomfortable for a little while," Katrina told me. "But I barely notice it now."
"I'll give you something to notice later," I promised Katrina, reaching behind her to feel her ass, but that plug was well inside her stretched rectum, with just a rubber flange that would be wedged deep in the crease of Katrina's sexy ass.
"Mistress!" she squealed and people were staring, but we were used to it.
"Shhh…Be a good slave, is that your suitcase?" I pointed with my eyes and then waited as Katrina retrieved it. It wasn't very large, a small suitcase and not very heavy. It had wheels and a telescoping handle and Katrina pulled it behind us as we left for the parking lot.
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"Kiss me now," I told her.
We were standing in the garage, which wasn't completely deserted of course, but quiet enough, and I'd been growing impatient. Katrina as well and she let me take her in my arms, and I felt her body molding itself to mine as we stood there in that dim orange glow of the overhead lights and the late setting sun.
Her lips were soft and warm and moist, and I pressed my tongue between them carefully, as if I might injure her somehow with my kiss. Katrina accepted it with a soft moan and her eyelids fluttered over her sapphire eyes, so dark and blue as to be black. It was a deep kiss, a slow and loving one. No hurry there, none at all, and it seemed to stretch for a thousand years before it was too soon ended.
"My Mistress, my love…" Katrina was a little flushed and she drew a deep breath as she dropped to the asphalt and kissed my feet.
It was expected of her, though not anticipated for exactly that moment, but I didn't mind. It was what she wanted to do, and more, Katrina needed to do it. She was always attentive and eager to demonstrate her submission, as if she were required to prove it as often as she could. Kissing my feet was more her custom than mine originally, but I did enjoy it so.
"Come on," I swallowed thickly and I was hot all over with desire for her. "My parents are waiting to meet you."
"Yes, Mistress," Katrina stood slowly and she was like a little girl suddenly, looking up at me and biting her lip.
"They'll love you," I promised her, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You'll see."
"I trust you, Mistress," Katrina nodded, but she was frightened even so.
I was tempted to tell her of my new relationship with my family, knowing it would have relaxed my slave immeasurably, but that was such a good surprise I wanted to savor it. Katrina would have no problems with our incest, I was positive of that. Her favorite fantasy, one of them, was making love to her father. Not her real one, as I understood it, who was a shadow only barely remembered, but someone else, a surrogate father who would love her with tender kisses and gentle hands.
That Katrina had never been with a man hardly mattered, it was just a fantasy, merely a dream. It pleased me that I might actually bring her dreams to life, if she were willing. If I was able to suspend that jealous aspect of my love for her.
If everything went according to plan, and it was a tentative and unspoken plan as yet, if it worked, by the end of the night Katrina would be pregnant with our child. It was something we'd discussed often and had both agreed to in principle. We were both 24 years old and we had money saved, we were in love and ready, and we wanted to share that love. It had become a matter of finding the right donor, the correct seed for our union, and I thought I'd found it finally.
My father or my brother, either one of them would be perfect. Our child would share our blood, Katrina's and mine, the way it was supposed to be. That it wasn't myself who had created our offspring would hardly matter, we'd made love so many times already and ejaculation was such a small thing compared to our feelings. And I would be there anyway, with Katrina as she conceived; kissing her, making love to her while my brother or father filled her fertile womb with sperm. I'd be the one she remembered. I'd be the father in her eyes, not one of them.
In fact, as I sat there in the car, driving towards my parents' house and our uncertain future, it seemed to me that best would be not knowing which of them was the biological father. And perhaps it would be better for my father and brother if they didn't know about it all. Cheryl especially, I thought. She wouldn't have to know that her husband may have fathered a child with Katrina. I wondered how I might arrange all that, trying to ignore the other thought, the unhappy one.
The thought that I would have secrets then, and I didn't care for such things very much.
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