Paul and May were left alone in the living room of Beth’s private home in this strange new community. Beth went to go buy lunch for the four of them, and Mandy went upstairs to take a shower and clean herself off. May removed her leather bondage suit and pulled off her stockings and gloves and placed them neatly on a simple chair next to the basement door.

“A shower does sound like a good idea.” May said as she heard the water run through the pipes in the walls. “Come on, let’s go find another bathroom.” Paul followed the young girl up the stairs and across the landing. The room at the very end of the hall was clearly the master bedroom,  as it was the largest and the shower could be heard running inside the bathroom on the other end.

“May, in here.” Paul called out from behind her. May looked back to see Paul gesturing towards a very short hallway, which led to two bedrooms and a white tiled bathroom. He walked in and started the shower while May took a look around the bedrooms The house was well furnished, almost like those display houses she and her mom used to look at long ago before they moved to where they live now. At the same time, everything seemed to be freshly dusted. Maybe there were caretakers around the community?

“Do you want to share the water, May?” Paul asked. She looked back at him and nodded.

“Sure.” She came back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower after Paul. Just like at Beth’s house in the city, the shower head was detachable and attached to a tube so it could be angled wherever one wished. Once the two had lathered their bodies up and cleaned off the sweat, grime, and other bodily fluids, May got on her tiptoes and detached the showerhead. Getting down on her knees, she did as Beth showed her during their private times in the past month to clean her inner vaginal walls. May spread her legs and held her pussy lips apart with her free hand and moved the showerhead against the opening so the stream of water shot up into her body. May gasped and squirmed around, trying to hold still through the wave and aim properly so she wouldn’t miss a spot.

“So who is your Mistress?” she asked Paul. He grinned at the sight of her rinsing her insides out.

“Mistress Erica.” He answered. “She doesn’t have a cock like Mistress Beth, but she takes really good care of me. I’m her little house boy, so I clean and cook for her while she’s at work.” He blushed slightly. “She puts me in these cute little maid outfits sometimes, and the lace feels really nice.”

“Oohh, a maid’s outfit?” May asked. “I love those! I always wanted to try one on, but I never got around to asking Beth. She’s already done enough for me, though.”

“I’m sure she’d get one for you if you ask. Knowing Mistress Beth, she’d love to see you in it. She practically drools at the Halloween parties.”

“Ok, I’ll ask her tonight. I’m surprised, though. She’s thought of so highly around here. How did this entire community get started, anyways?” May pressed the showerhead against her pussy, trying to clean out the deepest part of her vaginal walls.

“There were a few people involved, one of them was Mistress Beth.” Paul explained. “There were other people sort of coming here interested in what we do because it was secluded, but back then it was mostly adults pretending. Beth and a small handful started catching us, training us, and selling us, and suddenly the community was a little more lively. At least, that’s what Mistress Erica told me.

“I guess I’ll have to ask Mistress Beth myse-haaaaaaaahhh!” May suddenly came again from the matter massaging her sensitive areas. After a minute of cooling down, she added, “It certainly does sound like a good story. I’m surprised at how many people are in on this.”

Paul laughed softly and turned off the water as May returned the showerhead to its original position on the wall.

“You know, I’m almost old enough that Mistress Erica is soon going to promote me and let me choose my own pet to start training.” He said. “If Beth and Mandy get busy with each other, would you like to be mine?”

“Hmm—I dunno. Speaking of which, how old is that Rachel girl?” she asked, grabbing a towel from the rack next to the shower and drying herself off. Paul frowned.

“F-fifteen. But I don’t know what her Master’s like.” The boy took a glance at the door, then up around the edge of the room. “May, do you really like it here?”

“Huh? Yeah, o-of course. Why do you ask?” she had a sudden feeling that he was about to say something that may shatter her perspective on this community.

Paul stepped back and finished drying out his hair. He placed the towel back on the rack.

“No reason. I just—wanted to check. It’s important people enjoy what they’re doing, y’know? Especially Rachel. She seems sad sometimes, but she never tells me about it.” Paul shrugged. “You know what, forget it. And please don’t mention it to Beth, okay? She doesn’t—need to worry about it.” 

“O-ok.” May returned her towel as well. “What about you? Are you happy here?”

Paul’s melancholic demeanor suddenly turned around, and he gave a wide grin.

“Definitely! Mistress Erica takes reaaaaaalllly good care of me. But—she had a previous pet that wasn’t happy with things. It didn’t end well, especially since her first pet was too afraid to tell her about it.”

“What happened?” May asked. “Did she kill herself? What was she not happy with?” Paul looked around nervously to make sure none of the adults were around as they walked out of the bathroom, then wrapped an arm around May’s shoulder.

“I suppose you’re safe here. Erica’s first pet got terribly homesick, missed her parents, and really didn’t enjoy playing the way we do. So yeah, she killed herself. Erica was really sad for a long time, and got really mad at Beth. There’s still some sparks between them.”

“S-suicide? How many other pets did the same thing? Do yo know?” she hung close to Paul as he spoke.

“I only heard about the one. Mistress Erica helps the others that are sad escape when she can. Their Masters and Mistresses can’t ever know, though. They would be very, very mad.” Paul shuddered and hugged May tightly. “Promise you won’t tell anyone, not even your mom, okay?”

May nodded her head and walked with Paul down to the living room. May sifted through one of the suitcases for her hairbrush, and proceeded to straighten her hair.

“not a word to anyone. Got it.” She said. “So what should we do now that won’t just make us have to take a shower again? What else do people do around here?”

Paul tapped his chin thoughtfully, then shrugged.

“Mistress Erica usually has my sun myself when she’s not using me, and, well, we’re both already naked… wanna toss on some lotion and go lay out on the patio?”

“sounds like a good idea. I bet Mistress Beth would love for me to be a nice bronze.”

He grinned and nodded, and went to the linen closet back upstairs to find a bottle of sunscreen, then followed May out to the patio through the sliding door on the other end of the dining room. He pulled over one of the lounge chairs next to the one that May lay on her stomach on.

“Here, I’ll coat you up.” He offrered.

“Hee hee, thanks.” She replied, spreading her legs apart as far as the width of her shoulders. She had a strong feeling that Paul was going to take this opportunity to feel her up, and she wasn’t going to stop it. The thought of it turned her on. For Paul, the idea of coating someone in suntan lotion without getting in a good grope or five was completely foreign to him. Thus, when his hands, coated in lotion, touched her skin, they ran quickly over her back and down to the curve of her rear, which got special, deep attention from his fingers. May gasped and gripped the chair, letting Paul feel up her ass as he pleased. She spread her legs wider apart to allow him to explore further, hoping partially that he would.

Paul chuckled softly and followed her silent request by slipping his finger over her slit. Teasingly, he pulled his hands away to put on more lotion, then continued to rub along her thighs and down to her knees. May squirmed around from the stimulation of the cold, slimy feel of the lotion on her sensitive skin.

“Mnn, you’re so good at this.” she moaned, pressing her head against the chair. The boy grinned and gently kneaded at May’s flesh as he worked the slippery lotion into her calves, then the tops of her feet.

“Mistress Erica likes to relax before she goes out to run herself. Maybe I should teach you how to do this so you can better sere Mistresses Beth and Mandy?”

“Please, I want to know how to properly serve my Mistresses like a good pet.” May rolled over onto her front when Paul was done applying the lotion to her body. “Do you want me to do you next?” she asked. He nodded quickly and lay face down on his own chair with his head resting on his arms.

“Yeah. Just get plenty of lotion and start working it into my back.” He instructed. “There’ no ‘right’ order or anything, but be sure to kind of knead and massage gently at any muscle bundles, and groping is always encouraged.”

“Ok!” May squirted some lotion into her small hands and she began applying it to the older boy’s back. She was straddling his ass as she massaged his upper back, kneading the shoulder muscles and trying to get a feel for the technique. He murred and relaxed under her fingers.

“Mmmn, you’re a natural, May.” He said. “Just keep going like that, and good idea on the straddling. You’re a very good girl.” He sighed happily and rested comfortably against her hands. May continued to massage his back, slowly making her way down to his ass, where she caressed his inner thighs and fondled his balls. Paul gasped and shivered at the feel of her small hands.

“Oh, wow! How are you so good at this?!” He was panting like a dog and hardening under her attentions. “It’s like you used to have your own.”

“Yeah, seems like it.” May giggled, thinking about her origins. It gave her a better understanding of the male body, not to mention training under Beth. When she finished, she dismounted him and sat on the other chair. Paul rolled over onto his back and grinned up at her, his shaft throbbing and twitching.

“Hee hee, looks like you can’t contain yourself!” she giggled, rubbing lotion onto his chest. Something went off in her mind, and her attitude suddenly changed. Her gaze became more hardened and sharp like granite, and her usually clumsy and unrefined movements were now very smooth and decisive. Trying to give him a good show and tease, she moved down until her slit was mere inches away from his shaft, moving back and forth as if she may fall and impale her peach on him at any time. Paul’s eyes widened with anticipation and he bit his lip, but he didn’t say anything, not even to beg. His cock, though, trembled and stood straight up, anxiously waiting to be buried inside May’s slit. He was panting softly through his nose and gripped the chair hard to keep himself from pulling her down onto his member.	May smiled as she saw him start to get sweaty trying to resist temptation, but she knew that he wouldn’t be able to last long with her teasing him like this. She turned around and massaged his legs as well, leaving his member for last, where she gently grasped the shaft and stroked it a few times, but only enough to cover his dick with the lotion. Paul whimpered and trembled long after she let go of him.

“P-please, more? Please, ma’am.” He panted and rose up on his arms to get closer to her, his eyes pleading softly and meekly for May to give him release.

“Oh? And why can’t you do it by yourself?” she asked in a tone that was very unlike her. She pushed him onto his back with one hand. “Are you that helpless, or do you want a little girl to do it for you?”

Paul whimpered again like a kicked dog and blushed, turning his head away in embarrassment.

“I—I want you to do it to me, Ma’am.” Paul felt weirdly comfortable being tormented by her. Every woman who had ever resisted him, even for a moment, had been a Mistress. The rest were just bound or helpless pets that obeyed Erica or another Dom that wanted to watch the two of them do things to each other.

“And why do you want me to do that?” May asked. “Is there something special about the way I caress your cock? Does your Mistress forbid you from jacking yourself off?” she pulled down his foreskin as she spoke and gently stroked the shaft, but not nearly fast or hard enough to make him cum. He shuddered and whimpered again.

“It—it feels better when you do it, Miss May.” He answered. “Please. Please stroke me. I’ll—mmmnnnngghh! I’ll do whatever you want.” He looked up at her with soft, sincere eyes that spoke of how badly he wanted this release from the pressure built up inside him.

“Really? Ok, then.” She sat down slowly on his face so that her slit was pressing against his mouth. “I want you to eat me out while I stroke you off. And you better not cum before I do, or you won’t be allowed to cum by my hand. Understand?”

Paul mumbled in acknowledgement and shoved his tongue hard into her slit, lapping and sucking hungrily at her. He released the chair and gripped May’s hips tightly to guide her back further into his mouth. The entire time, he was constantly aware of the wonderful feeling of her slick soft hands on his member. May moaned loudly, feeling his tongue attack her pussy. She tried her best to keep the pleasure down and focus on making him withstand being within kissing distance of his orgasm. Paul’s ass tightened as he reinforced his control over his body, but it wasn’t holding out too well. Precum dribbled out the tip of his dick, which was gently licked up by May. Eager to get this over with as soon as possible, he attacked May’s clitoris with reinforced vigor, determined to make her cum first. May giggled and moaned and pressed her finger against his dick, nudging it gently and licking away the precum with her tongue. Her own pleasure was still in check, but she tried to hold it down so she could torment Paul as long as possible. The way the boy was whimpering and groaning underneath her, however, he was going to blow his load soon enough. He trembled with need for release at the feel of her tongue and hands, and did his best to keep himself distracted by lapping hungrily at May’s folds and walls, drinking every drop of her that he could. The young girl  gasped and moaned out loud, trying to resist his onslaught. She couldn’t cum before he did. She wasn’t going to allow him that satisfaction. To finish him off, she took the entire head of his cock into her mouth, and she sucked him off like a vacuum. With that, Paul lost all control. His shaft erupted into her mouth, giving her a full load of warm seed and splashing it all over her lips  in thick warm globs. He cried out once in ecstasy and collapsed beneath her, panting heavily. May drank the cum in her mouth and grinned darkly, having successfully dominated Paul.

“How unfortunate of you.” She said, climbing off of him. “You came before I did, boy. Now, what should I do to punish you?” she held onto his dick, prodding the head gently.

“Having fun out here?” a voice asked from the doorway. May and Paul both jumped and looked over to see Beth staring at them with a smirk on her face.

“Beth, you’re back!” May exclaimed. “Paul and I were out here getting some sun!”

“I can see that.” She said. “But you two can sunbathe later. Come on inside. I’m making sandwiches.”

“ok!” May said cheerfully. Before she followed Beth inside, she turned back to Paul briefly. “As for you, I’ll think of a proper punishment for you next time.” She grinned naughtily before hopping inside the house, Paul apprehensively following in her wake.

