Breaking Susan

Once we were served our steaks and we had inspected and tasted them to our satisfaction I thought I had better bring up Susan. MJ had not said a word about her and I could tell she was on pins and needles the way she was acting.

Without preamble and lowering my voice I said, "It's over with Susan."

"What do you mean over, Nicky?"

"I mean over", I said "I sent her an email and told her she was free to resume her life without fear from me."

"Who the fuck said you could do that? I thought we were partners and we both owned her ass," she hissed at me.

Looking around I noticed people looking up from their dinners at us.

"Keep your fucking voice down, I said trying to sound pissed and whisper at the same time. "It's my job and my decision!" I glared at her across the table.

She all of a sudden lost that pissed look and reverted back to the MJ I knew. "Sorry," she said, "If you think it's the right thing to do." I sat back and relaxed a little bit explaining my reasoning. Logically she agreed with me, but she admitted she was exceptionally turned on by what we were doing. "I had to buy a new vibrator because I was masturbating so much," she laughed. I had to admit I was handling my cock at an alarming rate these days myself. We both laughed at that. The rest of the meal went by without any more drama. We fell into our usual friendly banter and ordered more drinks. While we were talking a large party was seated in the booth next us. We were getting a little drunk and heard some arguing coming from there.

We were both unashamed voyeurs and couldn't help but listen in on their argument. One time, years before, after going out and getting wasted we sat on the stairs of our apartment building smoking. Two gay guys were fighting in their apartment. One was breaking dishes and threatening to kill himself if the other one left him. For some reason it struck us as funny and we could not stop laughing. Maybe it was the fact that it was two men or maybe it was the weed. We told each other we were sick fucks, but just kept on laughing.

At any rate the group next us was having some heated conversation. The gist of it was the daughter had called off an engagement and was getting severe heat from Mom, Dad, and jilted would-be husband. They were ganging up on her explaining why they were perfect for each other and what a gentleman the guy was and how much they loved him. The guy was pleading with her, "what did I do, what did I do?"

I looked at MJ and said, "Uh Oh, trouble in paradise." She laughed and said the guy sounded like the world's biggest pussy. The bride to-be was having nothing to do with it and stuck to her guns saying she wasn't ready to get married. They finally quieted down and we forgot about them.

After dinner I ordered us two brandies and a tiramisu dessert for us to share. MJ went to the ladies room to powder her nose. While she was gone I checked my phone and noticed an email from Susan responding to the one I sent her setting her free. I figured it would be a short thank you and opened it up.

There was just a single sentence in her response. "What if I don't want to be free?" I read it over again several times trying to digest exactly what it meant.

When Mary Jane returned to the table and before she could sit down I handed her my phone. She read it and she smiled an ironic smile. I said, "Now what the fuck am I going to do?"

She handed my phone back and said, "I don't know, but guess who is sitting in the next booth right now?"

Chapter 12 Down the Rabbit Hole

I sat there stunned for a moment. Then just couldn't help but laugh a little at the irony of life and how our best laid plans sometime go for naught. I sat back and swirled my brandy in the big snifter staring at MJ who was doing the same thing. She had a wicked little half smile on her face and I could read her mind without even asking what she was thinking. She wasn't the least bit put off by the recent developments and was already anticipating a deeper involvement with Susan. I was weighing all my arguments, the pro's, con's, and possible ramifications of this going further. I tilted my head staring into her eyes and raised my glass for a toast. I said as seriously as I could, "Don't ever say I didn't warn you, because where we go from here, we never come back from." She raised her glass touching mine and said, "Who says that I want too?" With that simple toast we sealed our fates.

We finished our dessert and brandies whispering in hushed tones trying to ease drop on our friends next door. They were very subdued the rest of the evening and we didn't get to learn any more about what was going on there. I told MJ I would put a plan together for another training session for Susan. She gave me a glare that said any plan I come up with had better involve her as well. I paid the check and made sure that we stood up where Susan could see us. I watched Susan and her family as MJ stood up and slowly put on her jacket. All their eyes were fixed on MJ but it was Susan who really looked her over, her gaze, went up and down MJ like a spotlight. I noticed she stopped and stared for the slightest pause at the top of MJ's fishnet thighs. Probably wondering if she tastes as good as she looks I thought. Well, she would certainly find out the answer to that question if I had anything to say about it. We walked slowly to the door and I could see Susan watching us in a mirror as we left the restaurant. As I held the door for MJ I turned and looked her straight in the eye. I gave her a wink and the briefest of smiles then we were through the door and out on the street.

As I drove home MJ reached for crotch and rubbed my hard cock. "Somebody is still hungry," she said. Fumbling with my trousers she had my hard cock out and in her hand in no time squeezing me. I was just about to tell to wait until we got home when she buried her face in my lap sucking my cock as I drove. I was weaving all over the place I took the first exit and parked under the freeway overpass. I adjusted my car seat all the way back and grabbed her by the back of her hair. Shoving my cock in and out of her mouth I worked it deeper into her throat. She was no deep throat expert and was soon gagging. I figured some training was required so I slowed down and let her catch her breath. Then I slowly worked her head so she could catch her breath and get in rhythm with my controlled thrusts. She was soon taking most of my cock and I could feel her throat. I released her head and she continued slowly taking more of me. She had never sucked me that deep before and I admit the feeling of her throat on the head of my cock was thrilling. When I let loose and started to cum she sucked and choked a little but regained her composure. She swallowed my entire load which wasn't small by any measure and lifted her head up to look at me. Her eyes had been watering and her mascara was running down her cheeks. She had a drop of cum running from one of her nostrils and she snaked her tongue out catching a drop. My eyes must have been bugging out because she smiled and kissed me deeply and passionately. Her tongue deep in my mouth, her face wet against me. I told her to get out of the car and pushed her face down against my front grill. Spreading her legs I literally ripped her tiny panties away and buried my face in her wet smooth pussy. I wasn't thinking of anything but her as I licked her pussy and ass until she shook with orgasm right there on the street. I regained control of myself and looked around to see if anyone was there. No cars, but as we got into the car I spied some kids across the street in the shadows on their bikes. The bravest moved out into the light and yelled, "whoa ...that was awesome man!" I hit the accelerator and took off for home. MJ was laughing her ass off and flashed the boys as we sped off. I had a big grin on my face as I drove. "That was different," I said when I had regained a little of my composure. MJ was breathing hard and through deep breaths said, "It was all I could do not to rape you in the restaurant. Especially after I saw who was there. You owe me a good fucking when we get home."

"My pleasure I said as I put pressure on the accelerator." I wondering briefly if a cop pulled me over would he ask me explain my cock hanging out of my pants and the big wet spot in my lap. Were we out of control I asked myself? Yes probably I answered and I knew that I really didn't care.

Chapter 13 In for a Penny ...

After our night out I told MJ to come over to my place in a couple of days so we could plan our next steps with MJ. I had an idea of where to go but wanted to include MJ as a "full partner" in my designs on little Susan. She was changing rapidly as was Susan. I wasn't such a fool as to think that I was the only one not affected by what we were doing. I was changing as well. For one thing I hadn't been so introspective in years or given much thought to my behaviors or how it affected those around me. I knew that to be the disciplinarian for Susan and perhaps MJ I had to become more disciplined myself and I made up my mind to begin doing so immediately.

I had a rough plan formulated for the weekend for our progression with Susan. I knew of a semi-secluded motel that had "cabins" in the woods at the edge of town. These cabins were private and this was the proverbial, no-tell motel. The neon sign was partially burned out and sputtering, the rooms all had adult movies and extra towels with a pay dispenser with condoms and lube in every bathroom. I discovered it in high school when I was looking for a place to screw my little girl friends and the place never changed. The guy who ran it was a fat old pervert who wore the same dirty t-shirt every day or had and endless supply of the same stinking rags. He sat behind his desk smoking cigars and reading cheap adult novels with titles like "The Disciplined Daughter." I knew him well enough that he would also buy beer for me when I was underage and of course sell it to me at a surcharge. All in all, a great guy for a teenage boy with a perpetual hard-on to know. I called him and made a reservation for the coming weekend in the most private cabin in the back.

I responded to Susan's email first thing with what I thought was a suitably cryptic note that just said, "Be ready to travel this Friday evening and don't expect to be home until Sunday night, slave."

She responded with a simple, "thank you Master, I won't disappoint you, "that spoke volumes. When Mary Jane showed up I told her about the cabin and she just laughed. Of course we had spent time there together and with other partners at the same time drinking and screwing when we were kids. "Perfect," she said. She was wearing jeans and a tshirt with no bra that left her defined stomach and pierced belly button exposed, her short hair was strategically messy and not slicked back. She looked more like the tomboy I grew up with. I was struck by her confident manner and body language. Amazing how obvious it is when you look for it. I handed her a cold beer and gave her a deep, wet, passionate kiss thinking about just how much she meant to me.

"Oh my," she gasped as I pulled away and smiled at her, "what did I do to deserve that?"

"Just for being you", I said with a smile and a leer.

"Is somebody horny already?" she asked.

"Always," I responded and unzipped my pants and pulling down my briefs with one hand let my semi-erect cock flop out just to prove it to her. We had both come straight from work and were in need of a little scrubbing. "Let's take a shower and plan our weekend." We undressed and jumped in the shower together groping kissing and laughing.

"So what are we going to do with Susan?" MJ asked as she soaped up a wash rag and started on my back."

"This is going to be the weekend that decides it for us, I said. She will either be completely owned by us or we will be fucked when it is over. My plan is to start with the blindfold again, but eventually remove it when I decide we can trust her submission." MJ kissed my back and whispered in my ear, "she will be ours body and soul."

My cock was hard from the feeling of her wet slick body behind me and I turned and kissed her again. I grabbed the wash rag and quickly washed her, kneeling down scrubbing each leg and foot, casually licking her pussy while I was down there. She was starting to grow her bush back from our weekend so I grabbed a razor and soaping her up I shaved her triangle and had her lean against the wall so I could do her ass from behind. I rinsed her smooth cute asshole and flicked it with my tongue sliding it into her pussy from behind. She was horny as well, I could taste her wetness, and it made my cock throb almost painfully. I stood up and she knelt and gave me the same treatment. Soaping my cock and stroking it, shaving the shaft and ball then my ass as well. She playfully tongued my asshole as I had hers, giggling. "We are so bad now, she said, I just love it." With that, we dried each other off in big soft towels, and ran to my bed.

We were both so hot I just climbed on and slid into her, her wet tightness surrounding me and drawing me in. She wrapped her perfect legs around me and we fucked each other to orgasm like only two completely familiar lovers can do. Both of us dove in completely, swimming in that familiar ocean of our lust. Knowing each other's rhythm, and knowing when to go hard and when to pull out, kiss and suck a nipple for a moments respite then dive in again. By feeling her breathing against me, I knew when to rub my cock head between her wet swollen wet lips and then it over her hard pearl, then to dive deep to the bottom of the ocean once again. Speed and rhythm defined by breath, a slight body movement, a clutching thigh, knowing where to apply pressure and when to back off to prolong it until we were completely lost, deep in our sensual realm until we exploded together in our mutual ecstasy. Backs arched, unconsciously moaning and crying out, feeling her hip spasm against me as my cock spasms deep inside her, filling her with my warm seed until the spasms subside. Then we collapsed together, spent, satiated, weak in each other's arms.

Chapter 14 Preparations

As we made our preparations for Friday time seemed to slow down to a crawl and I was happy we had a lot to do to take our minds of what was to come. I rented the cabin a day early so we could stock it at our leisure with everything we needed. We would need a lot of supplies as we would were not planning on going anywhere until the early hours of Monday morning. That Thursday I emailed Susan at work a copy of a slave contract I had found online and had shortened considerably. It was full of corny bullshit, but I wanted her voluntary written consent that she was indeed my property and completely owned by me. Specifically, her explicit agreement with anything I decided to do with and to her. I also figured that if she still wanted an out I would present her with it. All she had to do was say no. Much to my surprise she sent me a signed copy back attached to an e-mail. The subject line read ... "I am a worthless slut and exist only to serve my Master." I couldn't help but smile. At least she learned something from our last little training session.

I responded, "You fully understand now that your body is now owned exclusively by me to use as I see fit slave?"

"Yes Master."

"You obey immediately when I give an order no thoughts of yourself"

"Yes Master"

"If I snap my fingers you are to kneel prostrate at my feet immediately and await my next command"

"Yes Master"

"Why don't I trust your devotion yet slave?" Why do I feel you think this is a game and you can stop it any time?"

"I don't know Master, I will obey you. Can I ask a question Master?"

"Go ahead, slave."

"Will there be marks or permanent marks on my body?"

I hadn't really thought of that angle, but it was something to consider.

"Not from this weekend slave."

"Thank you Master."

"Are you wet slave?"

"Yes Master," she typed after a pause.

"Put your hand in your panties and play with your wet pussy under your desk. Lick your fingers and taste your lust then continue sliding your fingers over your wet clit."

"Are you obeying me slave?"

"Yes Master but there are people right outside the door of my office."

"I don't care, continue until you achieve orgasm slave, that is an order."

I waited staring at the blank screen wondering if she was actually doing it. Finally she responded.

"I am finished Master."

"Did anyone notice?"

"No my secretary looked in because I moaned too loudly and asked if I was alright. I just glared at her and said I was fine." My leather chair has a large wet spot on it."

"Thank your Master for allowing you to touch yourself slave and kneel down and lick your chair clean."

"Thank you Master"

I wondered if she actually did it but there was really no way of knowing. I responded with her instructions for our weekend.

"This is what I want from you. You will work Friday as normal and tell whoever would care about your whereabouts that you will be out of town for the weekend. I don't care what you tell them as long as you tell them your phone will not be working where ever you are. You will go home after work as normal and prepare yourself for me. I expect you to be showered shaved smooth douched and have given yourself an enema until the warm soapy water flows from you at least 10 times perfectly clean. I expect you to be meticulous in your shaving and cleanliness slave."

"Yes Master."

I gave her a list of things to pack and bring with her. She was to park her car in a specific parking spot in a secluded garage after it got dark. She was to sit in her car with her blindfold on until I arrived. She was to be wearing a long trench coat. Underneath she would have on her corset, garters and stockings, heels and no panties.

"Yes Master."

I explained to MJ what I had instructed Susan to do on our way to pick her up. She was anxious and tense with anticipation. Sitting close she was gripping my arm tightly as I drove. She said everything was ready at the cabin and she couldn't wait to get started. We had big plans for Susan and I had my own big plans for MJ as well.

Little did I suspect that she had plans for me too!

Chapter 15Crossing the Rubicon

We arrived at the parking garage just after dark. I parked one floor down and walked up to the floor Susan was supposed to have parked on. I stopped before I turned the corner and peered around to see if she was there. Sure enough there was her car and I had made sure that I had a good angle on the driver's side. Even though the windows were darkly tinted I could see the darker outline of a woman's profile. She drove a nice expensive German made coupe of course. It was most likely a gift from her Daddy and not for the first time I wondered what it would have been like to be born rich. I had never known anyone with real money in my life and it was becoming abundantly judging by Susan that it sure didn't buy happiness. I walked up next to the driver's side and saw that her blindfold was in place. I knocked on the window making her jump in her seat. She cracked the window and asked, "is that you Sir?"

"Yes it's me slave and said with my raspy voice move over to the passenger side."

She hesitated for just a second, but straddled the console and got in the passenger seat. I could see she had followed directions and was dressed as I asked when she put her right heeled foot on the passenger side floor her coat opened up and I could see her stocking garters and smoothly shaven pussy. She quickly covered herself up with her coat and put on the seatbelt. I moved the driver's seat back and adjusted the mirrors.

"Where are we going Master?" she asked.