<<< IPE-15.txt >>>
=----- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- -----=
"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 15 of ??
--> M/F, F/F and just about everything else
--> Author: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
=----- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- -----=
"When you go for your check-up next week at the hospital,"
Stephanie said to Kristanna, as I stood beside the two ladies
next to the outdoor pool on this hazy afternoon, "I strongly
suggest that you ask him to exchange your plaster cast for a
fiberglass cast. I cannot believe that they did not even
offer a fiberglass cast as an alternative for you. It is a
much better and safer cast. Nor can I believe that they put
that plaster cast on without asking what type you wanted,
and then explaining the differences of each."
All things considered, I would never doubt a doctor's word
or judgment. However, Stephanie was giving both Kristanna
and yours truly ample reason to do just that. Stephanie was
once a registered nurse and knew what she was talking about.
We were very interested in what she had to say.
"Fiberglass casts are far more durable," the 26-year-old
continued, her gaze focused upon Kristanna. "You could also
go swimming with it on in a few weeks, and not have to worry
about keeping it dry when you take showers or baths. Unlike
a plaster cast, fiberglass casts are waterproof. Plaster
casts are also at hazard in a tropical climate like this."
"I could go swimming with a fiberglass cast?" Kristanna
asked, somewhat surprised. "Are you serious? How?"
"A fiberglass cast has something similar to a plastic
barrier," Stephanie answered. "Your arm is wrapped in a
cloth to keep the skin away from the cast compound and then
they smear the compound onto the cloth. Then a second
compound is used to harden and set it. It dries in about
ten minutes and is completely waterproof."
"You said that plaster casts are at hazard here on the
island?" I asked her, obviously curious.
"Tropical locations such as this have specific type of
molds that flourish in the sea air. Plaster has natural
food for these types of molds. If Kristanna were to keep
wearing a plaster cast, it would have to be changed several
times over the next three months. When a plaster cast
starts getting a yellow or green tint, that is an indication
of mold growth. Those molds can bring infection, and cause
severe respiratory problems in the lungs."
"A fiberglass cast, on the other hand, is much easier to
X-ray and maintain in an island setting. The compound the
cast is made of acts as a topical antibacterial, and the
molds won't grow on it. It is also, as I said, waterproof.
In a few weeks, Kristanna could be swimming."
Stephanie paused and added, "But as long as she has
that plaster cast on, I strongly suggest you keep her away
from the beach, Jeremy." Kristanna sighed in exasperation
as Stephanie finished, "The closer she is to the ocean, the
faster molds will start to grow on her cast. Believe me."
"Then let's go to the hospital today and get her fitted
for a fiberglass cast," I nodded.
"No, I wouldn't suggest that," Stephanie mused, shaking
her head. "Wait the week. Wait until her appointment. It
will give the surgical incisions and wounds on her hand and
wrist time to heal. If you remove the cast too soon, she
will surely start to bleed - and you don't want that."
"So I can't even go to the beach, you say?" Kristanna
whined, upset. "If a fiberglass cast is so much better,
then why didn't the doctor just fit me for one?"
"That's the million dollar question," Stephanie countered.
"Number one, he probably thought that you and Jeremy live on
the mainland. I could never imagine a doctor giving you a
plaster cast if he knew that you lived on a tropical island
like this, considering the risk with the sea air and molds.
The only other reason I can think of is perhaps the doctor
thought that you could not afford a fiberglass cast. They
are VERY expensive." Stephanie looked at me and concluded,
"But you're a gazillionaire, Jeremy, so the cost would be
nothing to you. The doctor must not have known that."
"What if the doctor or hospital doesn't have any of those
fiberglass casts?" I wondered.
"I can't imagine why they wouldn't," Stephanie told me.
"But this IS a very different part of the world than what I
am used to. Medical ideas may be different here. If they
don't have fiberglass casts, or don't want to fit her for
one, I suggest you find someplace that will. Even if it
means flying her up to San Diego or Los Angeles." She
turned toward Kristanna and warned, "You keep that plaster
cast on, and you're going to have some major problems. But
you should be okay for this week. Just stay away from the
ocean. Stay as far away from it as possible."
Kristanna frowned and murmured, "Okay..."
"You're a Godsend, 'Steph," I smiled. "Thank you."
"I wish Stephanie could have done the surgery right here
on the island," Kristanna pouted. "Too bad she is not a
surgeon. But seems as if she knows more than the surgeon."
"I was the best nurse I could possibly be before I came
to the island last year," Stephanie told us. "Nursing was
my life. I was dedicated to it. I love helping others."
"If a fiberglass cast is waterproof, why would Kristanna
have to wait a couple of weeks to go swimming?" I asked.
"Her hand and wrist are still very tender and delicate,"
Stephanie replied. "You want to put as little stress as
possible on them for the first few weeks after surgery, so
the wounds have time to heal. In all honesty, she should
not use her right hand and arm for anything. Just let it
hang. The only thing she should do is move and wiggle her
fingers about for a few minutes every couple of hours. But
other than that, absolutely nothing. Nothing at all."
"Now I'm actually looking forward to going to the doctor
next week," Kristanna mused, grinning. "I'm telling him
that I want a fiberglass cast... or else!" She reached out
with her left hand and grasped my wrist with it. "Devon is
going to be so happy and relieved that I will at least be
able to go swimming with her! Do you mind, Jeremy, if I
run off and tell her? I think she is with Britney now.
They were fixing some chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen."
"Not at all, dear," I responded, but not without stepping
forward and planting a gentle kiss upon her lips. "I love
you, peaches. Tell Devon I love her too... okay?"
Kristanna offered me her sweetest, most charming smile,
and then reciprocated with a kiss of her own. "Thank you,
Stephanie!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Amy's
submissive and embracing her tightly. "Thank you!"
"Anything to help," Stephanie smiled once their embrace
was over. Kristanna flashed me another smile and, in search
of Devon, darted right back into the mansion.
"Thank you, Stephanie," I reiterated, now able to focus
all of my attention upon the shapely brunette. "We would of
had no idea Kristanna's cast could have caused an infection
until it was probably too late. You are a Godsend, yes." I
even offered her an embrace of total gratitude...
"Does my sweet, little slut look good in clothes to you?"
Amy asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner of the
mansion. As she approached us, Stephanie immediately lowered
her gaze and went right into her submissive shell.
"Stephanie does look good in clothing, yes," I answered,
refusing to term her as a slut - like Amy did. She closed
the distance between herself and Stephanie, and patted the
submissive upon the head like a pet. "That's a good girl."
As I shook my head in response to that little comment, I
again took in the extreme beauty of what was, for the first
time in weeks, a clothed Stephanie. She wore a sleeveless
yellow top that was not only extremely bright in color, but
also ended a few inches below her midriff. Stephanie also
had on a pair of matching yellow shorts which did a great
job of highlighting her firm, tanned legs. Much like the
top, Stephanie's shorts were a very tight and clingy fit.
To complete her outfit, she wore a pair of sandals.
It was excellent to see that Amy had granted my earlier
request and had Stephanie put some actual clothing on for a
change. I enjoyed a nude woman just as much as anyone else
did, but seeing Stephanie that way - day in and day out -
had become rather bland and uninspiring for me.
But now, my thoughts about Stephanie had suddenly been
rejuvenated. I cannot stress how good she looked in that
popsicle color of yellow. The shape and contour of her
large breasts - hidden beneath the clingy fabric of her
sleeveless top - looked both intriguing and titillating.
Ditto for her ass, which appeared so very taut and ripe
underneath the flashy exterior of those yellow shorts.
But something that certainly had not changed was that
Stephanie still wore the submissive collar around her neck,
with its accompanying metal chain attached. Made of pure
leather, the expensive collar had the term "SLUT" engraved
across its front. The chain, which Amy used as a leash, was
hooked onto a ring upon the collar.
As the two ladies stood before me, Amy gripped the chain
with her right hand and offered it a generous tug. Perhaps
surprised, Stephanie stumbled forward for a moment, but soon
re-gained her footing and looked at Amy with timid eyes.
That in and of itself was incredible, considering how very
talkative and informative Stephanie had been just moments
ago as she explained the benefits of a fiberglass cast to
both Kristanna and yours truly.
But the very moment Amy showed up, it was as if Stephanie
suddenly changed into a different person. Gone was her
friendly, outgoing nature, as well as the life in her eyes.
In their place was a timid, willing submissive, who seemed
overly frightened at the mere idea of displeasing Amy.
"Did you have that talk with Jeremy yet?" the red-head
asked Stephanie.
"No Mistress... not yet," she replied, her voice hushed.
"I... we were talking about Kristanna's cast. Kristanna was
here just seconds before you showed up. She... I... uhh..."
"It's okay, slut," Amy countered, her tone a bit harsh.
"Why don't you tell Jeremy what we talked about earlier?"
Stephanie gulped her throat and looked at me with eyes I
had never saw from her before. She appeared scared. I did
not know if that was good or bad, or just par for the course.
"Mistress says that since you are her Ma-Master, Jeremy...
you are going to be my Master from now on, t-too..."
"Your Master?" I exclaimed, in complete and total shock.
"Stephanie, I am NOT Amy's Master! Nor am I yours! I don't
even understand a thing about the bondage lifestyle!"
"Yes you are my Master," Amy responded, now looking a bit
hurt. "Remember the long talk we had, Jeremy? I've always
looked at you as my Master. I want to belong to you."
"If you want to see me as a Master that you look up to,
or get advice from... that's fine," I told them. "I would
call that a `friend' instead of a Master, but if that is the
terminology you want to use, so be it. Just don't look at
me as someone who is going to degrade you, or treat you
terrible and nasty. I'm not the type."
"Whatever spin you put on it," Stephanie said, obviously
more confidant now, "you are my new Master. As long as I
stay on this island, you're my Master. Mistress said so."
Amy smiled and offered Stephanie a hard, crunching slap
upon the ass. "Why don't you show Jeremy how a submissive,
little slut like you is supposed to greet her Master?" When
she hesitated, Amy slapped her ass again. "Do it. NOW!"
"Yes Mistress," Stephanie responded, quickly dropping to
her knees. Before I fully realized what was happening here,
Stephanie reached into my shorts with her right hand and
whipped my semi-hard cock out. The lovely brunette steadied
herself on her knees, then gripped the base of my shaft and
began stroking it rather feverishly.
As I stood before Stephanie, I glanced over at Amy, who
had a mischievous expression upon her enchanting face as she
knowingly nodded her head at me. I felt my cock literally
expanding by the second, and eventually, it was fully erect.
In turn, Stephanie's mood seemed to change yet again. Now,
her eyes were glowing with arousal as she repeatedly licked
her lips at the mere sight of my bulging cock.
"Show Jeremy how you are going to greet him from now on,
Slutanie," Amy instructed her. "Show him!"
Without further ado, Stephanie literally inhaled my cock
into her mouth and started to suck upon it with passionate
abandon. I tossed my head back and sighed, then nearly lost
my balance as I stood next to the Olympic-sized pool just
outside the mansion. An instant later, I offered Amy yet
another glance. The insatiable sex demon was now rubbing and
massaging her own breasts through the halter-top she wore,
while watching Stephanie service my cock upon her knees.
Again, Stephanie looked marvelous in her yellow outfit.
But I felt even better than she looked right now, because
her heavenly mouth was giving my pulsing erection the type
of attention that only a beautiful woman like this could.
The pleasure and erotic sensations swirled throughout my
entire body, filling both my senses and soul. Nothing about
Stephanie's fellatio work was slow or loving. Instead, she
was fast and furious - giving me a definite power-blowjob.
Stephanie's head bobbed back-and-forth at a truly frantic
pace, her luminous eyes making occasional contact with mine.
Still gripping the base of my shaft with her right hand, she
used her left to cup and gently squeeze my testicles. A
series of moans and hungry growls began to emanate from her
throat as she provided me with this royal treatment.
I watched with interested eyes as Amy dropped down to one
knee directly beside Stephanie. She slapped that beautiful
ass once more and taunted her. "Do you like sucking that big
cock, BITCH? Do you?" Stephanie nodded in response as Amy
added, "Oh yeah... I know you do. You're a slut for cock.
You would do ANYTHING just so you could wrap your lips around
one." Amy swatted her lush backside one more time. "Are you
gonna make Jeremy cum? Gonna make him spurt off?"
Stephanie nodded her head in response, and then a wicked
smile came to Amy's face. "You might be the one who makes
him cum, Slutanie, but I'll be the one who swallows it." As
Stephanie's eyes widened - perhaps in dissatisfaction - Amy
grinned and added, "That's right. You do all the work and I
reap all the rewards. Just like a good submissive. You
make him cum... but I'm the one who will swallow it down!"
Suddenly, I felt very uncomfortable. Not with Stephanie's
amazing lips and mouth, mind you, but rather Amy's unique
brand of verbal degradation. In the past, Amy aroused me
when calling one of the other ladies a "slut" or "whore".
But it was done in the heat of the moment. Even more than
that, however, it was never done at a level quite like this.
Amy's harsh words for Stephanie were totally over the top and
took away the enjoyment I should have been feeling right now.
Amy used her right hand to violently grope and squeeze
one of Stephanie's breasts through the little yellow top
that she wore. The 26-year-old let out a grunt in response,
then glanced up at me with that unfamiliar tint in her eyes.
Was she scared? Frightened? Or was she enjoying herself?
On the surface, she looked scared. But I was well aware of
the fact that Stephanie LOVED being Amy's submissive. Thus,
I had no idea what to make of this.
I felt so worried and uncomfortable in this situation that
the blowjob actually lost its luster within me. Nonetheless,
my body did manage to achieve an orgasm.
When it was apparent that I was ready for one, Amy dropped
to her knees and pushed Stephanie away from me. She wrapped
her own lips around my cock. The explosion took place, and
soon I was pumping Amy's exquisite mouth full of my sperm.
Stephanie appeared a bit jealous as she watched Amy guzzle
down my load. Indeed, Stephanie had done all of the work but
Amy was tasting the grand prize at the end. It seemed as if
Stephanie deserved it, but she was left out in the cold.
After withdrawing my shaft from her mouth, Amy looked over
at Stephanie and demanded, "Start sucking him off again, you
slut! When you get him hard, you can help put his cock into
my pussy. You get Jeremy hard, and then he will fuck ME!
And you can sit back and watch us... you worthless bitch!"
Worthless bitch?
It wasn't all that often when I would step away from two
beautiful women who were on their knees in front of me. But
suddenly, that was what I found myself doing. Not only did
I feel uncomfortable, but I was now spooked, too. In my
eyes, at least, sex was not supposed to be like this.
I know a lot of people are into the BDSM lifestyle and I
totally respected that. Millions incorporated it into their
everyday lifestyle. But I am not one of them. I am one who
is actually repulsed by this lifestyle.
"I... I'm sorry, l-ladies," I babbled to them, continuing
to back away, as I yanked my shorts up and into place. While
Amy and Stephanie looked at me with quizzical expressions, I
pointed toward the mansion and proclaimed, "I... I have to
go. Yeah... I have to go. Something to do..."
Still very startled, I did not even offer Amy or Stephanie
a look as I turned and darted into the mansion. I could not
believe it, but I had to get away from Amy and Stephanie. I
actually HAD to get away from them. Unbelievable...
I did not run, per se, but I did hurry along as I made my
way to the kitchen. I actually looked over my shoulder a
few times, hoping that neither of the ladies were following
me. I could not believe how uncomfortable they had made me.
Upon entering the kitchen, I was hoping to find Devon and
Kristanna helping Britney whip up a batch of chocolate chip
cookies. Instead, I found Devon and Britney by themselves.
Kristanna earlier said that she was going to the kitchen in
order to spend some time with Devon. Where was she?
Nonetheless, I grabbed Devon by the wrist and literally
pulled her away from the countertop. "Oww! Stop that!" she
protested, as I dragged her out of the kitchen completely. I
needed someone to talk to right now. "Jeremy! Stop that!
What are you doing? St-Stop!"
Suddenly, I did stop. I turned to face Devon and after a
brief hesitation, I took her into my arms and embraced her
quite fiercely. Devon, realizing something was wrong, went
from protesting to caring mode rather quickly. "Everything
okay?" she asked, returning my embrace with her own.
"We need to talk," I told Devon, noticing that Britney was
looking at us with a curious expression from the kitchen.
"We need to talk... in private."
* * *
"Personally speaking - and don't take this the wrong way,
Jeremy - but I think it was unfair of you to tell Amy if she
and Stephanie were to stay on the island long-term, Stephanie
had to wear decent clothing during the day. Nor did I think
it was fair for you to say that she had to eat breakfast and
dinner sitting at the table, instead of sitting by it."
Moments after finding her in the kitchen, Devon and I had
ventured outside, and were now hiking throughout the forest.
We were following a rough trail which would eventually take
us to Devon Falls - the most beautiful, picturesque waterfall
on the entire island. It was not our exact destination - we
were out here solely for our private discussion - but it was
in the direction of which we were headed.
"Why do you think it was unfair that I ask that of Amy?"
"Because," Devon responded. "If you want the two of them
to stay with us permanently, Jeremy, you should accept them
for who they are. You should accept that Stephanie will be
nude 99 percent of the time. You should accept that she
will eat her meals on the floor. And you should accept that
Amy will be very rough and degrading toward Stephanie. That
is who they are. That is the lifestyle they have chosen.
But most of all, that is what makes them happy."
Devon paused and continued, "That would be the same as
if, before we were married, I said you had to dye your hair
blond instead of keeping it brown if you wanted me to be
your wife. Or if I told Kristanna that if she wanted to
marry into us, she had to quit her continual teasing us
about Norwegian food. Or if one day I told you that you
had to give up the voyeur room."
"You accept people for who they are, Jeremy. If you
really care about Amy and Stephanie, you will accept them
for who they are. If you can't accept them, then they
should not stay with us. It's that simple. You should not
try to change them. It's not right. If you do not like
their lifestyle, you should not invite them to stay with us."
Devon took a deep breath and added, "I hate the voyeur
room, Jeremy. I hate it. I hate it that you go in there
and spy on me and the other girls. But you know what? I've
learned to accept it. I learned to accept it because I care
about you, Jeremy, and I love you. I could demand that you
disconnect all of your hidden cameras, and seal the room off
for good. But I don't. It would not be FAIR. That voyeur
room is really a part of who you are. It's not my place to
change that about you. So I accepted it. Nor is it your
place to try and change the way Amy and Stephanie live."
"How in the world can Stephanie be happy?" I blurted out,
finally getting a response in to Devon's long dialogue. "I
could not believe my eyes or ears earlier when Amy said all
those things to Stephanie. Quote, worthless bitch, un-quote.
Just the way she treated her, too. It was appalling."
"It is who they are," Devon countered. "You do not have
to understand why Stephanie is happy, Jeremy. The simple
fact of the matter is that Stephanie IS happy. She is very
happy in her relationship with Amy. So is Amy. Why try to
take that away from them?"
"I'm not trying to take it away from them."
"Yes you are," Devon insisted. "Yes you are. If they
want to stay with us, accept them as they are. If you
cannot do that, Jeremy, then tell them they can't stay."
"What do you want, princess?" I asked, curious. "Do you
want Amy and Stephanie to stay with us?"
"I want everyone involved - Amy, Stephanie, you, me and
Kristanna - to be happy," she answered. "But if you try to
change them, Jeremy, I do not think Amy and Stephanie will
be happy. At least as happy as they could be."
"If you are so uncomfortable with Stephanie being nude
all the time, and having to eat her meals on the floor...
un-invite them. You should not have to be uncomfortable.
Nor should they have to change their lifestyle to suit you.
Everyone has to be in agreement."
"Do you want my opinion?" Kristanna asked, appearing out
of nowhere. Both Devon and I turned to face her as she
mused, "I found you two with the voyeur room. 'Brit said
both of you ventured off just before I went to the kitchen.
Would you like my opinion on Amy and Stephanie?"
"Of course we would," I answered, before realizing that
we were in close proximity to the beach. Kristanna, with
her plaster cast, was supposed to stay as far away from the
ocean as she possibly could. We had to leave...
"Amy is a little girl trying to play big girl games,"
Kristanna told us. "That's my opinion."
"A little girl trying to play big girl games?" Devon
asked, her eyes wide. "That's an interesting analogy."
"What do you mean by it?" I wondered.
"Amy is so caught up in the appearance of controlling
Stephanie when all she really wants in life to curl up in
someone's arms, and be protected or even dominated
herself." Kristanna shook her head and added, "Amy is not
some sort of Dominatrix. She is a submissive, if anything."
"Then how can she treat Stephanie the way she does?"
"Simple," Kristanna said. "Can't you see how lonely and
depressed Amy is? You have said it before yourself, Jeremy.
Amy is incredibly lonely. So much so, in fact, that when
she finally finds someone who is willing to be with her -
Stephanie - she has completely changed herself to suit her.
If Stephanie were a Dominatrix, Amy would have the collar
and leash, and eat her meals on the floor. Just as long as
someone is willing to be nice to Amy, I truly believe that
she will adapt her ways to suit them. She's that lonely."
"But there is only one person in this world who Amy is
really in love with," Devon nodded. "It's not Stephanie..."
"You," Kristanna said, looking at me. "She just has a
strange way of showing it, Jeremy. But it's so obvious.
Amy is totally in love with you."
I was already well aware of the fact that Amy was in love
with me simply because she had told me so several times in
the past. But Kristanna's proclamation of Amy really being
a "little girl trying to play big girl games" intrigued me.
On the other hand, there was something more important now.
"We have to get you back to the mansion," I said to
Kristanna, latching onto her left wrist. I began guiding
her in that general direction as Devon followed behind us.
"Remember what Stephanie said? You have to stay as far away
from the ocean as possible until you get that cast changed."
"I don't think Amy is happy with Stephanie," Kristanna
observed. "I thought they were a nice couple last summer,
but since they returned a few weeks ago, Amy does not seem
all that happy to me. Amy may be a little rough during
sex. She does like it hard. But she is not a Dominatrix
who likes it rough. Amy is a SUBMISSIVE who likes it rough."
"I don't know about Amy being a little girl, but I will
say that there are tons of layers to her personality," Devon
mused. "She's kind of hard to figure out."
"Not for me," Kristanna chirped, glancing back at her
wife. "I have Amy all figured out. She reminds me of a
really close friend - Senta - that I used to have in Norway.
Always aggressive and brash, but in reality, needing a lot
of love and protection... but afraid to admit it." Kristanna
looked at me and commented, "If you gave her the opportunity,
Jeremy, Amy would just melt in your arms. Absolutely melt."
"Is that a good thing?" I asked. "I mean... no one comes
between the three of us. I won't allow it."
"Amy would never come between us," Devon responded. "She
is not the type. I am sure of that. I think Amy would be
happy if she could just fit in."
"I would like for Amy to be happy in life," Kristanna
nodded. "She would be happy staying on the island."
"What about Stephanie?" were my next words.
"I like Stephanie," Kristanna answered. "I like her a
lot. But I think she has a screw loose. Several of them,
in fact. I'm for everybody doing their own thing. Whatever
makes people happy. That is the way I have always looked at
Stephanie. But as I learn more and more about her, she...
she is not normal. Who enjoys being treated like garbage?
It... it really turns her on. The worse she is treated, the
more it turns her on. That's not normal. Not at all."
"Stephanie has always been really nice and friendly toward
me," I offered. "It just seems strange that she likes to be
continually dominated and degraded by one person, but then
act totally normal around others in her life."
"Everybody does strange things," Devon squealed. "I
think it is strange, dear Jeremy, that you run away from a
pair of beautiful women who want you to be their Master."
Obviously joking around, Devon snickered and added, "MOST
men would die for the chance to have Amy and Stephanie as
their personal sex toys. Yet you run away from them..."
"I don't want sex toys," I told her, defending myself. "I
want to care about others, and I want them to care about me.
Sex will come with that. Is it a crime to feel this way?"
"Not at all," Devon countered.
"We love and care about you," Kristanna grinned, brushing
her body up against mine as we strolled through the forest.
I extended my opposite arm, and Devon quickly slid into it.
"Some people are both Dominant and submissive," Devon
mused, looking over at Kristanna. "At times, they like
being the one in control. At other times, just the opposite.
They are called a `switch'. You don't think Amy is like
that, Krissy? You don't think she can be both?"
"I think there is only one side," the Norwegian replied.
"Especially in the extreme that they take it to. Amy is
trying to be something that she is not."
"I could never be Amy's Master that way," I frowned. "I
am not the type of person to get into that stuff."
"You can be her Master in more ways than one," Kristanna
told me. "Besides, you like rough sex, Jeremy. You treat
all of us a little rough... it turns you on. That is what
gets Amy going. You could be very calm and level-headed
with her in all other aspects of life, and she could still
look at you as her Master. What you could not provide her
with - and Amy knows this - is the humiliation and verbal
degradation that she puts on Stephanie. Amy would never
expect that from you. It's very complicated to speculate
or even think about, but I know I have Amy figured out. If
you were to talk to her, Jeremy, you would see what I mean."
"You're my Master," Devon grinned, suddenly slipping
around to my frontside and dropping to her knees upon the
grassy ground beneath us. Kristanna and I stopped walking,
of course, and looked down at her. "I would do anything
for you, Jeremy," Devon added, clutching my left hand with
her right. "Anything at all. You're my Master. And you
don't even know it. Until now, at least." Devon giggled
while glancing at her wife. "Oh, Mistress Kristanna..."
Kristanna giggled as well, then turned her attention upon
me. "See? You could be Amy's Master that way. Just show
her a little love and she will fall right into your lap."
"Just like I did!" Devon snickered. I pulled her up to
her feet by the hand, then planted a sensuous kiss upon her
lips. Once it was over, Devon offered Kristanna a kiss of
her own. "And you're my Mistress! I would do ANYTHING to
make you happy, Krissy. Anything at all!"
"Will you lick my pussy before we go to bed tonight?"
"Hmmmmm... you know I will," Devon grinned. She looked
over at me and pouted, "But Jeremy won't let me. He doesn't
want you to hurt your hand or wrist by thrashing about."
"My entire arm will be lifeless," Kristanna told me. "It
will be there... but it won't be there. Please, Jeremy? I
haven't had Devon's tongue in almost a week. Nor have I
been able to taste her. I won't hurt myself. I promise!"
I took a deep breath and nodded my head in agreement.
"As long as you are very careful, dear. You had surgery
just two days ago. Two days. I wish you would slow down."
"I will treat her like the doll that she is," Devon
assured me. "I'll be very kind and loving... gentle."
Kristanna smiled and asked, "Will you do me a favor and
talk to Amy before the night is through, Jeremy? You have
been teetering on the fence with her, back-and-forth, for
quite some time now. You should talk with her and get a
definitive answer on what she wants out of staying on the
island. And talk to her about Stephanie, too. I would bet
my bottom krone that Amy is not happy with her."
"Your bottom krone?" Devon squealed, confused.
"Krone is Norwegian money," Kristanna answered. "It is
the same as you Americans saying that you would bet your
bottom dollar on something. I would bet my bottom krone
that Amy is not one bit happy in being with Stephanie. Yet
she stays with her, and continues to treat her the way she
does... in fear of being totally alone in life. For the
last few months, Stephanie has been her only alternative."
I frowned and nodded my head. "I'll talk to her..."
<<<- End of Part 15 ->>>
==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----==
Find every chapter of this story updated and archived at:
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
Reader feedback (HighlanderJM@hotmail.com) is appreciated!
---> Chat with me on MSN Messenger : HighlanderJM@hotmail.com