Master of the Road, page 4
He asks me to wait a minute. Then, I hear a familiar voice.
“Jack! Darling! How are you?”
“Hello, Bernadette. I’m doing pretty well. How are you?”
“I’m doing well, Jack. I’m having a party tonight. I didn’t think you were going to be in town. Care to join us tonight?” she offers. “It starts at nine, but feel free to come late, darling.”
“Not tonight, Bernadette. I have a full evening already planned,” I reply.
“Oh my! I hope you have a playmate,” she teases.
I laugh, “Actually, I do. I acquired a new pet today. I’m still indoctrinating her. That’s why I’m calling.”
“Oh? You want me to teach her how to love the ladies?” Bernadette chuckles.
I chuckle, “That isn’t what I had in mind, but keep that on the optional list. I need you to outfit her. She needs a brassiere sizing and a complete set of clothes—boudoir, office, cocktail, and evening attire. Teach her the basics of style and polite socializing. I have a business meeting Thursday; I need her to accompany me to it. She will be my personal assistant. She also needs some workout attire, a couple of wraps, and swimwear—both functional and decorative.”
“What are you thinking about for a budget?” she asks.
“I was thinking around $10,000. What are you thinking?”
“Every bit of that; it will at least give her a good start. Hold another ten for contingency. I’ll start to curate a collection just for her after I’ve seen what you like on her. Will you be able to stay with us? You’ll get better results if you can provide input on the choices. I think you have a great eye.”
“Of course, Bernadette. I haven’t measured her, but I’d say she’s roughly 5’5”, about one of my fist’s-worth of breast, dress size somewhere in the size six to eight range,” I tell her.
“We can work with that, Jack,” she says. “Coloring?”
“Auburn hair—almost mahogany. Skin looks like it could take a tan, so she’s not terribly pale. Legs are long enough to balance her torso even while wearing sneakers. Arms look proportional in length. She’s in decent shape, but doesn’t look like she works out.” I pause as I think about her figure. “She has a nearly perfect, round little bum.”
“She sounds delightful, Jack. I may want to borrow her,” Bernadette purrs.
“Only if you can convince her and only with females,” I reply. “Again, I'll be watching. Her name is Darcie. D-A-R-C-I-E.”
“Darcie. Got it,” she replies decisively. She muses, “What is she wearing right now?”
“Sweat, my saliva, my semen, and maybe some drops of her blood,” I reply with a chuckle.
“Oh! A virgin? Jack, you really are breaking her in! Take it from me, there’s no better way to indoctrinate your new pet,” Bernadette replies with certainty.
I chuckle as I answer, “That was just luck. When she walked up, I knew I had to have her.”
“Well, we will have her bedecked in a manner appropriate to her station. Any special jewelry?” she asks.
“Yes. A collar, I think,” I reply. “Maybe a solid metal ring, but not too thick. I’ve got her on a three-month probation. I want to be able to cut it with a pair of dikes if she decides to bail. Small tag with ‘Jack’s Pet’ on one side and ‘Darcie’—again, that’s D-A-R-C-I-E—on the other.”
“I have a new design idea for a collar. I thought about it after I put one on Maurice, but I think this will work. Will you trust me?” Bernadette asks.
“Okay. I’ll play along, Bernadette. I’m planning to show up at four. Will that work?” I counter.
“Perfect, darling. I’ll see you then,” Bernadette purrs.
I say, “Until then, Bernadette.” I disconnect as I hear the French door open.
Darcie sticks her head out. “Master, should I put on clothes before I join you?”
I shake my head. “No, Pet. Bring your glass of water.”
“I have it, Master.” She walks out and sets the glass on the table next to mine.
I observe my semen inching its way down Darcie’s leg. “Clean up, Darcie.” She looks to where I’m pointing and gasps as she turns to go back inside.
“Don’t move, Pet. Just scoop it up and put it in your mouth, sweetie.” She looks at me like I said the most wicked thing imaginable. Slowly, a grin spreads across her face as she bends to scoop up the mess and pop it into her mouth. After a couple more licks of her finger, she throws her arms in the air like a gymnast before she presents herself for inspection.
“Good job, Pet.” I pull her into my lap, and she cuddles closely.
I hand over her glass as I hear, “Hello! Jack!”
“Excuse me, Pet. Let me up.” Darcie launches off my lap, and I get up. I walk over to the railing of the veranda to see my neighbor, Felicia, waving at me. Felicia has dark hair and olive skin. She’s in her mid-to-late thirties, in decent shape, and has large, heavy breasts. She’s wearing a floppy straw hat on her bobbed haircut, flip flops on her feet, and an orange one-piece bathing suit with a strap that loops around her neck to keep the top from slipping off her full breasts.
I wave back. “Hello, Felicia! How are you and Maddy doing?”
“Crappy, Jack,” she pouts. “Our AC has broken down, and we’re waiting on the contractor. We were wondering if we could get into your pool.”
“Sure! Come on over. Take a quick dip and hang out until the contractor gets here. We’re about ready to throw some food together,” I reply as I turn to look at Darcie.
“Thanks, Jack,” Felicia moans gratefully. “We’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
I turn back to Darcie. “Let’s go downstairs to greet our guests.”
We grab our glasses and go inside. I pull a white Oxford shirt out of my closet. “Pet! Come here, please.” Seeing what I’m up to, Darcie sets the glasses down on the bedside table and joins me by the closet door. I tell her, “Turn around and hold your arms straight back and down.”
Darcie turns and follows my instructions. I slide the shirt up her arms and onto her shoulders. I reach around her and squeeze her breasts, strictly to confirm their location. She moans slightly as I release her breasts to find the button just below them. I fasten it and the one below before I nuzzle her neck and tell her, “Turn around and let’s roll up these sleeves, sweetie.” She turns and looks up into my eyes as she holds out first her left arm and then her right as I roll the sleeves up to her elbows.
I tip her chin up and kiss her deeply. She hugs me as I release her. I look down into her eyes; the look of adoration on her face is humbling.
“Let’s go downstairs and greet our guests, Pet.”
She dashes over to grab the glasses, and we head downstairs.
Once we’re downstairs, I tell Darcie, “Look in the fridge and freezer for something for us to eat. I’m going down to retrieve the bags of property that you gave to me. I’ll be back in a moment.”
I leave Darcie to come up with a solution for dinner, and I go down to the garage to retrieve the trash bag with her clothes and the one with her bag and its contents, setting them both on the washer. Then, I return to the car to retrieve my roll bag and attaché. Using the lift, I send my bags up to the top floor. I grab the two trash bags and take them upstairs to the main living space.
Darcie has laid out cold cuts, cheese, pickles, tomatoes, mayo, and mustard. She found the frozen bread and there’s a half-loaf on the kitchen island. I put the bags outside by the patio door as I hear the doorbell ring.
I cross the great room and open the door to find Felicia with a white cotton cover-up over her orange swimsuit and a gray leather purse on her shoulder. Next to her is a tall, young, blond fitness model with her mousy, wavy hair in a ponytail.
I grin at them both. “Come on in, ladies.”
6
Meeting the Neighbors
I collect a hug and a kiss from Felicia. She presses her ample bosom into my chest per normal, but she lets her lips linger longer than she’s ever done before.
Maddy is wearing a turquoise microkini under a crocheted, natural cotton coverup that doesn’t cover much at all. Jute flip-flops, a natural woven beach tote, and sunglasses finish her look. She wraps me in a hug and buries her head in the crook of my shoulder; that’s definitely new behavior.
Maddy is usually very reserved. It’s been nine months since they moved in, and she didn’t say a word to me in the first six. It was only during the last three months that she started to warm up to me a bit.
Maddy kisses my cheek—more new behavior. Then she holds me at arms length as she says, “Thank you for saving us, Jack. It was getting oppressive in the house. I hate to think what it would be like if it were July or August.”
I nod, “You’re right, Maddy. It would be fucking miserable.” She crosses the threshold and I close the door. “Come on in, ladies. I want to introduce you to my lady.”
Both of my neighbors look at me in surprise as Darcie joins us. Felicia immediately gets a hungry look on her face and Maddy spanks her lover’s ample ass sharply.
I indicate each of my neighbors for Darcie’s benefit. “Felicia, Maddy. Allow me to introduce you to Darcie. Pet, these are my neighbors, Felicia Saunders and Madison Hock. She prefers to be called ‘Maddy,’ okay?”
Darcie nods and offers her hand. She says, “It’s a pleasure, ladies” as she shakes hands with each of them. I think, “Good start on manners! Apparently she learned some basics somewhere.”
I say, “Ladies, make yourself at home in the pool area. The fence is very effective. If you prefer to keep your suits dry for dinner, your modesty, or, at least your reputations, will remain intact.”
Maddy says, “Jack, you can’t have modesty in my profession.” She looks at her lover and adds with a smirk, “And I think Felicia likes it when you look at her body.” The rest of us laugh at that comment, which I’m pretty sure is true, given that Felicia doesn’t look embarrassed at all. Plus, I’ve caught her unbuttoning the top of her blouse in the doorbell camera more than a couple of times.
Darcie says, “I think my master is trying to get me to be comfortable with my body, so I may join you for a quick skinny dip right before dinner. For now, Master told me to start preparing dinner. Let’s all hope I’m getting cooking lessons soon, because sandwiches and scrambled eggs are about all I can make.”
Maddy chuckles, “You’re one dish ahead of Felicia. I think she seduced me so she would have someone to cook for her.”
Felicia asks, “Why do you call Jack ‘Master’? Are you a slave?” She chuckles, apparently thinking it’s a joke.
Darcie nods at her seriously. “Actually, that’s pretty accurate. I have given myself over to Jack completely to use as he sees fit. I’ve given what little property I had to him as well. I own nothing. I am Jack’s pet. I’ve only been his pet for a few hours, but I’m ready to skip the probation and go to the lifetime commitment part.”
Felicia’s mouth is agape, while Maddy gives me a considering look. Maddy says, “I didn’t know you rolled that way, Jack.”
I chuckled, “Yes, you did. Don’t lie to me, Maddy, or I’ll have to spank you.”
Her eyes fly open as her mouth gapes, and a bright red flush runs up her neck to her cheeks and down to the swells of her small, pert breasts. Felicia laughs, “You’ve been caught and schooled, lover. Let’s get naked and into the water.”
I give them a Vana wave toward the patio door. “Make yourselves at home, ladies. Would you like something to drink?”
Maddy finds her tongue. “After a swim, Jack. Thank you.”
I go to the kitchen, calling to Darcie, “Come along, Pet.”
I open the fridge and pull out a couple of avocados and tomatoes, an English cucumber, a red onion, the remainder of the celery, some peeled garlic, and a red bell pepper.
I have Darcie wash the vegetables as I preheat the oven and put a two-quart saucepan of water on to heat.
I grab a knife, a cutting board, and a serving platter. Darcie lays out cold cuts and cheeses on the platter while I chop up the tomato, cucumber, red onion, a stalk of celery, and the avocados into a salad. I show Darcie some basic knife skills, and let her practice on a second stalk of celery. I dress the salad with some balsamic and EVOO from the pantry, then spice it with an herb salt blend, black pepper, and garlic Ms. Dash herb blend. I stir that up and let it sit before dropping a couple of tablespoons of oil and about a teaspoon of salt into the boiling water, followed by two cups of rotini.
I have Darcie wrap the bread loosely in aluminum foil and set it aside until the oven gets hot. While she does that, I finely chop the red pepper, Darcie’s celery experiment, and three smashed cloves of garlic. I dump those into a bowl with three tablespoons of EVOO, stir in some herb salt, Aleppo pepper, a little turmeric, and a little black and white pepper. I set those aside to infuse the oil with the flavors of the herbs and spices. After a couple of minutes, the timer for the pasta goes off. I taste it to ensure it’s a little past al dente, then drain the water, refill the pot with cold water and ice, and let it sit for about ten minutes.
Darcie pops the bread into the oven and sets a five minute timer while I lay out water and wine glasses, plates, and flatware. I leave the cold bottle of Brancott Sauvignon Blanc in the fridge until it’s time to serve, but I pull a partial bottle of Valpolicella from the fridge, uncork it, and let it warm. I grab some net covers for the platter and salad bowls and send Darcie outside to wipe down the table and set it while I grab a basket and put a bread-cozy in it. When the bread is finished baking, I wrap it in the cozy and set it next to the tomato-cucumber salad for Darcie to take out.
Darcie returns and grabs the platter, bread, and salad. I drain the pasta, dump it into a serving bowl, and toss it with the olive oil mixture. I fill a pitcher with ice water, pull a wine cooler out of the freezer, and slide the bottle of white into it. I take both bottles of wine to the patio table while Darcie returns to grab the pasta salad. I return for some serving utensils, and dinner is set.
While we wait for Felicia and Maddy, I walk Darcie to the pool. I don’t think she’s seen it yet. It’s basically a wide, twenty-five-meter, single lane lap pool with a sunken spa adjacent. The swim lane is about six and a half feet wide and and four and a half feet deep with steps that walk you down into the lane. I stand at the foot of the lane holding Darcie in front of me while we watch Felicia and Maddy make out at the far end.
I bury my face in Darcie’s neck as I unbutton the two buttons holding the shirt closed. She wraps her arms up to cradle my hands, but doesn’t struggle or demur.
I tell her, “We’re going to be naked and casual in front of Felicia and Maddy. Prepare yourself, Pet.”
Darcie rubs her face against mine as she murmurs, “Whatever you wish, Master.”
“Don’t move, Pet,” I murmur as I slide the shirt off her shoulders. I hang it over the back of her chair, and then I strip off. I grab a couple of towels from the small cabinet on the wall and set them near the steps that walk down into the swim lane.
“Dive or walk, Pet? Whichever you wish.” I dive in from the top step into the swim lane. I hear another splash as I stand. Darcie glides up to me, surfaces, and grins. “Race you to the other end, Master.” She doesn’t even wait for my answer. I push off the floor and chase her. As I come up for air, I glance at Darcie and stifle a chuckle as she collides into Felicia and Maddy. Clearly, she didn’t take our guests’ position into account. I ended up winning by about three strokes. I turn back and swim to the other end at a leisurely pace as Darcie rushes past me. I reach out to snag one of her feet and pull her back to me. She splashes and squeals as I get my feet under me and lift her out of the water. I toss her further ahead of me and then breast stroke to the other side. I crawl out and rinse off in the outdoor shower, which causes Little Jack to hide. Darcie follows me into the shower and squeals again as the cool water strikes her flesh.
I call to our neighbors, “Dinner’s ready whenever you are.”
Maddy kisses Felicia before launching herself up onto the pool deck. Then she gives Felicia a hand to give her enough lift to escape the water. They both hit the shower before joining us at the table.
“Maddy, Felicia. Clothes or no clothes?”
Felicia says, “I think we’d better cover up, or else I’d be too distracted to eat. Plus, I’m hoping the AC contractor shows up soon.”
“Good enough.” I turn to Darcie. “Pet, put on your shirt. Same two buttons, honey.”
She nods and starts putting on my shirt. I notice Maddy checking out Little Jack as I pull on my shorts. She catches my eye and flushes, but I make sure she sees me running my eyes down her lean, strong, beautiful body. I wink at her, and she smiles shyly in return as I pull my T-shirt over my head.
Meanwhile, Felicia pulls her suit up over her heavy breasts and turns to Maddy, who ties her top in place.
I ask, “Who did you call for the AC service, Felicia?”
She replies, “I called the warranty number. The person on the other end said they were coming out today, but it’s been over ten hours, and still nothing.”
I tell her, “Let me call the owner. When did you call them?”
Maddy answers, “Nine o’clock this morning.”
“Okay. Give me a minute.” I run inside for my phone and pull up the number for George Walsh, the owner of the HVAC contractor. I explain what my neighbors are going through. George commits to have someone there inside an hour. I walk out and hand my phone over to Felicia. She gives him the AC’s symptoms and her address, then disconnects.
Felicia says, “He said someone will be here in an hour. So let’s eat!”
We enjoy dinner, wine, and conversation. Even Maddy eats, which I take as a big compliment. Felicia once told me about an occasion when they went to a friend’s house for dinner and Maddy sat through the entire dinner and sipped water. Tonight, she eats some of everything.
Darcie and I share how we met, including the eight people in the Corolla and her stripping in my car. Felicia shares a story about how a doctor groped her last week when she was doing her pharma sales tour. The doctor’s wife was the office manager, and she decided Felicia was the problem rather than her philandering husband. Maddy tells a story of having a wardrobe malfunction in downtown Tempe during a photo shoot two weeks ago, surrounded by a bunch of students that were there as extras. All the boys got an eyeful of her perky little breasts and russet nipples.
