MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 46 (MF+, MC, road trip)
Jewelry
The big Suburban hummed north on Interstate 25, heading for Denver where we
would pick up I-70 west to Vail. Mary was driving with Lisa riding shotgun.
Andy was curled in my lap, her crying spent and the tears of joy drying on
her face.
"I can't believe you threw my birth control pills away like that. Are you
sure, Davy?"
"Very sure, Andy."
"You know that makes me the happiest woman in the world, don't you?"
What gentle, loving eyes. What a soft, feeling touch was her hand on my
cheek. How could a woman express love more than Andy was at that moment?
"I hope so. It makes me the happiest man," I answered, taking her hand to
gently kiss her palm.
She started to squirm, drawing her arm up and slipping it out of the arm of
the T-shirt she wore.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting undressed. I want to be fucked. I am ready to start on that
baby."
"You could get out of my lap. It would be easier."
"It is more fun this way," she whispered.
It was more fun. Each movement as she squirmed to undress caused her to rub
some delightful part of her delightful body against some part of my body
which always liked rubbing against her. She squirmed and twisted and the
skirt moved down her legs. Naked now, she finished unbuttoning my shirt with
one hand as the other held my neck so she could nibble on my lips and chin.
As always, I had programmed my cock to let him do his own thinking. He was
screaming for release from my trousers.
Lisa had turned around to watch us. She had that needy look, indicating her
own desire to be fucked. Mary would glance at us occasionally in the rear
view mirror.
"There are trucks on this highway that will be able to see you two," Mary
said.
Nobody answered her. I lifted my hips as Andy tugged my jeans over my hips
and down my legs.
"Let's start this way," Andy murmured and slipped to the floor to take my
cock in her mouth. Lisa and I groaned simultaneously.
Mary clicked on the radio. I had thought we were going to have a little
fucking music but she had turned on the CB radio where all the truckers
talk.
"And, so I plan to stop down here a ways and fill up, Belle. Care to stop
with me."
"Negative, Red Ace. I."
"Breaker, breaker. Jesus Christ! There is a red Suburban heading north and
some blonde is naked and blowing a guy in the back seat. Holy shit, what a
body!"
"Where are you?"
"Eight miles north of Pueblo, heading north. Damn! They are driving right
beside me. I think they want me to see. Jesus! She is deep throating him!
Oh, no. They are speeding off."
"Was that you, Reno Bob?"
"Roger."
"I am just a mile ahead of you. I can see them coming now. They are flying."
"Get your glasses clean. You won't believe this."
"They are slowing down. Bob, you were right. That blonde is something. She
is bent over him with her head in his lap. What an ass! Damn, there they go
again."
Mary, Lisa and I were all giggling from the conversation of the truckers
over the CB. Andy was in her own world, enjoying the feel of my cock in
her.
"Kitten Lisa, slut mode," I said.
"Texas Slim here. They are beside me now. The blonde is pushing his legs
together. She is
lowering herself on his cock. No. Heading toward you, Bubba."
"This is Bubba. Here they come! Almost along side. Almost. Dammit, come
on. They are right beside me now. The guy has rolled the blonde over. Her
legs are spread with her feet on the overhead. He is fucking the shit out of
her. I can see her face. Guys, she looks like an angel but she damn sure
ain't acting like no angel. Damn, he is fucking her. I wish I was him and
he had a feather stuck up his ass. We both would be tickled to death."
"Bubba, quit the cornball jokes and."
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Did you guys see the brunette in front? She has
taken her T-shirt off. She is leaning out the window, holding her tits up to
me, with a big fuck-me smile on her face. Nice tits! Her nipples got rings
in them. She is twisting the nipple rings. Oh, I think I can hear her
moaning. Christ almighty, I am hard as a rock and I don't get back to my old
lady for five more days. No. Goddamn. They sped off. They are coming your
way, Fresno."
We could here the trucker breathing into his microphone as he waited for us
to catch up to him, like some demented phone caller.
"I'm looking for them."
"Man. You should have seen that sight."
"Here they are. Slowing down right by me. The blonde is on top again.
Shit! She waved at me. All of them waved and that slut brunette blew me a
kiss. The guy's cock is still in the blonde. I can see her slit with his
cock in it. Damn! There they go."
"This is Woolly Bugger. I see them coming. They're with me. Oh, man. The
blonde has her eyes closed. Her back is arched. What a smile. Lord, lord,
lord. The brunette has her feet up on the dash. She is fingering herself.
That hot little bitch is grinning at me as she plays with herself."
"You rubes are so pathetic."
"Belle, you old dyke, you know good and goddamned well you like to watch as
much as we do."
"Red Ace, if that old rig you are driving can get up here, I will stop and
whip your ass."
"You two can bitch at each other later. Where are they?"
"This is Woolly Bugger. They are heading toward you, Belle."
"Here they come. They are slowing down right beside me. They."
There was a long silence on the air.
"Belle? Come back, Belle."
"What the hell happened to Belle?"
"Shit, Bubba. You don't think she ran off the road, do you?"
"Belle? God dammit, talk, woman!"
"Belle here."
Her voice sounded empty and far away, as if she had been stunned.
"What happened, Belle?"
"They came along side. The blonde was riding his cock and the brunette
riding his face. The girls were kissing and playing with each other. Then,
they started cumming. The two gals and the guy, all cumming at once. I
could see their faces. I could see everything. I am going to stop up here
at the rest stop if anybody wants to join me."
"Count me in, Belle," Bubba said.
"Me, too," one of the other truckers chorused.
The CB went dead, silent except for bursts of static. The three of us must
have been too much for them to think about. I wondered how many of them
were going to stop with Belle. I wished we could stop and watch Belle take
on the guys. I wondered what she looked like and how she looked when she
was getting fucked. Too bad we could not stop with them. I guess I would
just have to imagine them.
My kittens were giggling and happy. Only Mary had missed out on an orgasm.
Since she was driving, I was glad she did not have one. That really would
be sex to die from.
Mary clicked off the CB and turned on the FM. Andy had already put on her
T-shirt and skirt.
As I lay naked in the big storage area in the Suburban, she pushed me on my
back, crawled over me, and guided me into her again. She scissored her legs
together, trapping my cock, buried her head in my shoulder and sighed
happily. Lisa crawled back beside us, one hand on my leg, the other up
Andy's skirt playing with her.
We rolled into the southern outskirts of Denver later in the day to fill up
with gas and burgers. Needless to say, the truck stop where we ate was
buzzing about the red Suburban and its occupants. We got a lot of looks,
but no one said a word to us. Of course, since all three kittens were
wearing T-shirts and short skirts, without bras or panties, we would have
gotten a lot of looks if we had eaten at a monastery.
I noticed Andy acted embarrassed to be seen that way, still demonstrating
her delightful
contradiction of emotions. Lisa flashed several guys before I remembered she
was still in slut mode. Even after I ordered her to "act normal", she was
wild as she could be. Mary was Mary, very sexual but not aggressive.
When we left the truck stop, I got in the driver's seat again. Mary curled
up in back to rest. When Lisa started to get in the front seat beside me,
Andy stopped her. Not a word was said but a pecking order was established
at the two of them stared at each other. Lisa got in back. Andy set by me.
We arrived in Vail late. Andy and Lisa unloaded the truck as Mary and I
went directly to the
dungeon to see Cathy.
Cathy had been without a bath or sunlight or conversation for three days and
looked a fright. She was very glad to see us. After my experience with
Lisa, I did not offer to let Cathy drink the chemical voluntarily. We bound
her arms and legs to the wall in an X. Mary held her nose and chin as I
poured the formula down her.
I will not repeat her programming word for word. Like Lisa, she was
programmed to love and care for me, to know she was loved by me, to keep her
programming secret, to respond to her commands, to belong to me, and, to let
me change her commands by voice rather than by chemical.
I dealt with her ability to project her great sexuality and to "ping" men,
in what I thought was a novel and appropriate way. After programming her to
never again use her pinging on me or any kitten, I programmed her to be an
actress and to "ping" the camera. Think about that. All that sex power
coming across through the camera. That is what Hollywood is all about. I
had no doubt she would become a bigger Hollywood star than Monroe or Taylor
or Moore or any of the sexy sirens of the silver screen. I also programmed
her to be on the watch for potential kittens and to notify me if she found
any good prospects.
After programming her, I released Cathy. She was so exuberant at being
finally free of her
imprisonment, she was almost hysterical. She ran screaming through the house
before I cornered her again and calmed her down.
"Davy, I want a shower. Then, I want to be fucked," she exclaimed.
Fortunately, the shower in my bedroom was huge. I showered with all four of
them. Now, that is something.
Just close your eyes and picture what was in that shower with me. Four,
wet, soapy, beautiful, fun, positive, wildly sexual women. Just think about
that. Two blondes, a brunette and a brownette. Four pierced nipples and
four unpierced. Two ringed clit hoods and two natural. Four hot pussies.
Four soapy bodies. For some reason, they all wanted to wash my cock. My
cock had never been that clean. Or, that hard.
I fucked Cathy first. My little sister really was a hot woman. In fact, I
was sorry she was my sister. I did not program her to be a kitten I would
keep, one of my harem kittens so to speak, because she was my sister. I
wanted all of my kittens to bear my children. But, her being my sister
didn't mean I could not fuck her until she did not want any more.
Then, I fucked Lisa. Andy was third. I saved Mary for last. I liked my
Rolls and I enjoyed the smooth, comfortable and delightful ride. As I let
myself come deep in Mary's pussy, my cock head against her cervix, I
wondered if she or her daughter would deliver my child first.
Cathy mounted my face, letting me eat her wonderful pussy as Lisa slipped
between Mary's legs to retrieve what I had left. Andy licked my cock clean
as I dozed off.
I felt the bed move but I ignored the movement and the daylight pouring in
through the open curtains in the bedroom. Then, the bed moved again and I
heard the padding of feet on the carpet. In a few minutes, I smelled
coffee. Andy was kneeling beside the bed with a mug in her hands. I heard
singing coming from the kitchen and the smell of bacon. Thank God, things
were getting back to normal. The five of us ate in the kitchen. It was a
huge breakfast with delightful conversation.
Mary needed to check on her shops and asked for permission to go to Glenwood
Springs and Aspen for the day. I sent Lisa with her. Since Lisa was going
to be with us full time and since she was now a kitten, we needed to work
her into the routine. She was smart as a whip and could be a real help to
Mary. One of the things I needed to decide was if I was going to let Mary
keep her three retail shops, and, if I was, how they were going to be
staffed.
You remember Eve, don't you? The actress who was one of Uncle Bert's
kittens. I phoned her in Brentwood, awakening her. I told her I wanted her
to take Cathy under her wing and introduce her to the key producers of her
show. She readily agreed, but she had no choice since I phrased everything
as an order.
Andy and I drove Cathy to Denver where we put her on a plane to LA. I had
called Mom and Dad to tell them she was on her way. Mom sounded all teary
knowing her baby was fine. All Moms are that way, I suspect. Before she
left, Cathy gave me a big kiss and thanked me profusely for programming her
the way I did. I was happy to make any kitten happy, particularly a kitten
who was also a sister.
"Where to now, sweetheart?" Andy asked as we left Denver International.
"I want to stop by the jewelers. I ordered some jewelry for you kittens and
I want to pick it up."
"Locking jewelry, I presume," she said with a smirk.
"No. Not really," I replied.
How do you identify a kitten? Or, any woman for that matter. How do you
mark her so the world knows she is yours? Or, do you mark her at all?
Don't think that marking is all for the man. The woman loves it. It makes
her feel protected, feminine, as it shouts her belonging to her man.
In a normal boy-girl relationship, we would marry and she would wear a ring,
perhaps two rings, on the third finger of her left hand, the ring finger.
Those rings would symbolize our relationship. But, this was different. I
was not marrying anyone and there would be more than one.
I considered tattooing, which is becoming commonplace for a girl to wear for
her man. Wouldn't they all look wonderful with a lovely, tattooed kitten in
multicolors on the soft underside of their necks where only the highest
collar would hide it? I would put it on the left side in front where
everyone could see it. Perhaps my initials tattooed on the back of their
hands or on the soft flesh beside their pussies would be appropriate.
I considered branding, using a hot iron on them somewhere. I envisioned a
brand like a rancher would place on his cattle. I could put it on their
ass. Maybe, like the Gor series, a single initial burned into their thigh
in front, below the hem line of short skirts so every one could tell they
were my slaves. But, burns look ugly most of the time and it might get
infected before it healed. A tattoo could always be removed but a brand was
forever.
I considered chains of various kinds on various parts of their bodies to
identify them as mine. Chains have a lot of possibilities because they come
in all different sizes and materials. I am including leather collars or
wristlets in the chain group.
Once, I pictured all of them in thick wide leather collars with a Master
lock at the nape of their necks holding it in place and a big O-ring in
front so I could attach a leash or chain them together. How about a heavy,
dog collar chain around their necks, the padlock at the nape of their necks?
Or, a chain around their waists with rings so I could attach their arms to
restraint them?
Chastity belts were another idea. If they wore slacks or jeans, I could get
them a decorative belt of painted and enameled brass to be worn outside
their clothes. It would fit tightly around their waists, its brass shield
between their legs, its lock in front. Everyone could see they were
unavailable to any man except the man with the key. That is me.
Or, all of the above.
Picture them.
Twenty women, all naked, all lined up for your use when you so desired.
Each woman would have a chastity belt around her waist, its plate between
her legs, keeping her from being penetrated or even from masturbating. Heavy
leather wristlets would be attached to each wrist. The D-ring on the
wristlet would be attached to the metal belt with her wrists behind her,
thrusting out her firm, ripe breasts with their nipple rings attached by a
golden chain.
Each head would be lowered demurely, submissively. You would walk down the
line, stopping at each one, feeling the brand on her hip as you traced the
indentation with your fingers. She would gasp from your touch, as you both
knew that brand evidenced your ownership of her and her desire to belong to
you.
With the tips of your fingers under her beautiful chin, you would raise her
head. The multicolored kitten tattooed on her neck would seem to come alive
as it moved. Sexily, she would raise her eyes to you. They would be begging
eyes, wanting eyes, as her lust for you shot forth from them.
"Pick me, master," she would whimper. Or, "I need your cock in me, master."
You might say nothing. Or, you might let your hand slide down her soft,
yielding flesh, perhaps stopping at her breast to twist the ring until she
moaned her desire. Or, you might lean down to kiss her lips, feeling her
eagerness, letting your tongue play over the brads in her tongue, brads
placed there for your pleasure.
Your toughest decision all day would be deciding which ones to fuck.
But, while I loved that fantasy and could play it any time I wished, in
reality I like the fact my kittens are different, each a unique and
wonderful woman. That is the reason Mary and Lisa have different piercings
and Andy is not pierced at all. I personally do not want twenty identical
slaves, no matter how appealing. I want twenty different women.
So, I decided on chains and rings, specifically, chains, for neck, wrist and
ankle, and, a ring for their hand. All the kittens would have identical
jewelry.
Each kitten would get two rings, both wedding-style bands three-eights of an
inch wide. One was twenty-one karat yellow gold and the other sterling
silver. They would wear one or the other on the thumb of their left hand.
Their names are engraved on the inside of the band. There was no decoration
on the visible exterior of the band. Of course, as you know, thumb rings
have been worn since pre-Roman times to identify slaves. In today's USA
they seem to be popular again. I never see a woman with a thumb ring
without wondering about her relationship with her man.
The chains are really a necklace, a bracelet and an anklet. They have one
set made of 21 karat yellow gold and another of sterling silver. The
bracelet and anklet are designed to be slightly loose, so they move, but not
so loose as to allow them to come off accidentally.
Each necklace will fit snugly around their necks but could not be considered
a choker because it lay like a normal necklace. The clasp was a screw clasp
which is secure but does not lock.
Each chain has a charm of matching metal. For the necklace, it is a one inch
tall kitten which is sitting with its tail up behind it. The gold kitten
has diamond chips for its eyes and a ruby chip over its heart. The silver
necklace has emerald chips for its eyes and a sapphire chip over its heart.
The charms for the bracelets and anklets, both gold and silver, are a
three-quarter inch kittens with a single diamond over its heart.
My plan was that each kitten could wear which of her six chains she chose
each day, allowing her to accessorize as she pleased. I anticipated a ring
and at least one chain, in matching metal, would be worn.
Why not lock them in the necklace, you ask? Why lock them in, I would
reply. They were
programmed. They would fight anyone who tried to remove that necklace,
unless it was me, of course. Believe me, I have corsets and body harnesses
and locking collars and restraints for when we play those games which each
of us so enjoy.
As to clothing, I had decided to set no rules. Sometimes bra and panties.
Sometimes not.
Sometime dresses, sometime jeans. After all, variety is the spice of life.
And, these kittens know how to dress sexily. Since they wished to please
their man, ketting them dress to please me added variety and color.
If someday, I wished them to all wear the same thing, they would just to
please me. In fact, I had decided to get each of them several ensembles,
like uniforms. Then, I could have them dress identically if I chose. For
example, I might get all of them to wear matching T-shirts and skirts,
without bras and panties, as these three had done on this trip.
As I pointed the Suburban toward home, Andy put on her jewelry. She wore the
gold ring,
bracelet and anklet on her left side and the silver on her right. She
fastened both necklaces around her neck. Then, she twisted in her seat to
look at me.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Sexy as hell," I replied. She gave me a warm smile.
"Have you given any thought as to who will be the other harem kittens?"
"Some. Have you?"
"You really are a wonderful man and a wonderful master. Thank you for
asking."
"I mean it. I want your input."
"Well, you have Lisa, Mom and me. That is three. Have you met any other
women who
interested you enough to have them around full time?"
Isn't it interesting how she put that? Having them around full time. Uncle
Bert's method did have one advantage. You could fuck them and forget them.
You did not have to live with them. Living with them will have bitter as
well as sweet times, unhappiness as well as happiness. I loved Abby and
Betty, but I would not want them around all the time. Seeing them at
holidays was enough for me. And, like Cathy, they were my sisters.
I liked these three women I had chosen to be my first harem kittens. I liked
them as women and people as well as kittens. I wanted to be around them all
the time, to share all their lives, not just the time in bed. To me, that
is what it is all about.
"I want to see who the 3,000 are. There might be someone there. But, as of
today, the only two I can think of are Eve and Rebecca. Cathy is going to
do some scouting for me in LA."
"Eve is beautiful and sexy but she is too well known. You would have
paparazzi around and all that confusion and notoriety. But, Rebecca is an
excellent choice. I liked her. And, she is Mom's age. I bet they would be
friends."
"You would not mind Rebecca?"
"Sweetheart, how often do I have to tell you part of the joy of being a
kitten is to help her man find other women to enjoy."
Andy had a warm, teasing expression on her face. She leaned over, jingling
as she did from all her jewelry, and kissed my cheek.
"Do you plan for all of us to have your children?"
"Yes."
"That should be interesting. You know, I might have been your stepsister."
"What do you mean?"
"Mom always wanted to marry Bert. After his heart attack, Bert told Mom all
about his
investments and how much money he had. Then, he proposed. Mom said no.
She did not want him to think she was marrying him for his money. But, if
she had accepted, I would be your stepsister."
"It will be interesting enough as it is," I replied.
"I know. Let's say Mom and I both have sons. What would we name them?"
"Call them Arthur and Brent."
"Okay. Now, forget the half and step and all that stuff. Since you will be
the father of both,
Arthur and Brent are brothers. And, since Arthur and I have the same
mother, we are brother and sister. But, since Mom is my Mom and Brent's
grandmother, Arthur is Brent's uncle. Could it get more complicated?"
"Sure. If Bert had married Mary, you and I would be brother and sister.
Then, if I married Mary, you would be my daughter and my sister. I would be
Brent's grandfather and his father and his uncle. You would be Arthur's
sister and, if I married you, his mother."
"Poor Brent. He would lose out on all those birthday presents."
"We will make it up to him."
She moved toward me. Her hand slipped down my side to my crotch. She began
to play with my cock through my trousers.
"What are we going to do when we get home?"
"I don't know. Any suggestions."
"Yes, master. I want to be tied to the bed and fucked all night."
Of course, I was going to do it. I could not turn down Andy. Could you?
To be continued . . .
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