A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Attorney

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 11

My daughter Mary called and announced that she and her brother- and sister-in-law wanted to come down for the weekend.  I told her that I thought TJ and I would like that very much.  She also asked if we had any plans for Thanksgiving.  I replied that TJ and I had not discussed it but we would tonight.

When TJ got home we talked about it and he then went into the den to return the call while I fixed and took him a pre-dinner drink and then finished preparing supper.  When he was done he came into the kitchen and told me of the results.  They are coming this weekend, staying at their house. “You need to be prepared for the fact that they want to make some changes to what is now their home.  The two girls have decided what it is they want to do.  They will be here in time for dinner on Friday night.  We will go out to dinner on Saturday as they want barbeque.”

I turned and asked TJ what he wanted me to fix for Friday night. 

“I think that we should have some boiled shrimp before dinner, steaks which I will cook on the grill with Junior, and you figure out whether you want some potato or pasta together with salad.  Let’s have fruit for dessert, and remember no starch for you.  It looks like you have lost a couple of pounds.  I will get the wine.”

Friday night came.  When TJ came home I had everything ready to be cooked, the salad fixed, and potato casserole ready to go into the oven, and cut up fruit.  It was only three o’clock and we had two-and-a-half to three hours before the kids got here.  I was very nervous and uptight.  I was naked as per my instructions.  He said, “Why are you naked?”

I managed to say with a straight face, “You never told me I could wear clothes tonight.”

“Bitch, get your ass in the bedroom right now.  I chased him, stripping off my pants, shirt and underwear as we got into the shower. 

TJ was in a very aggressive mood, telling me to lean up against the shower wall.  He lathered me down, starting at my legs and shaved me bare; he kept up a constant stream of comments about how sissy like my legs were, so smooth and soft; he instructed me to bend over and hold my cheeks apart so he could shave my pussy.  “Damn,” he said, “The lips of your pussy are all puffy and red.  Has someone been fucking you regularly?”  He continued with my front and for the first time included my eye brows.  At that point the only hair below my head was the patch at the top of the crack of my ass and my eye lashes.  When done he ran his hands over my body to check for stubble.  He pulled me up against him, his cock against my ass.  He put his cock between my legs and was slowly fucking my thighs.  His cock would hit my ring, causing pain and moans.

TJ told me to get down on the floor of the shower and rammed his cock into me but hit an obstacle about three-quarters of the way in.  He pulled out a little bit and this time rammed it in.  I felt some pain and had no clue what the problem was.  I started to sit up, but he pushed me down, and then held me down with one palm.  He finished claiming access to my colon battering and ramming his way through.  By this time I was regularly being satisfied sexually while at the same time constantly horny.  When he had cum, TJ leaned down so we were front to front, his head by my ear, and whispered, “You fucked up this time bitch.  I am trying to figure out what your punishment will be after you pay the price.”

I leaned back and looked up into his eyes, alarmed at what I had done.  I just did not know.  He could not have a complaint about my actions during our coupling.  All of a sudden it came to me.  TJ looked at me and smiled as he pulled his cock from my well-fucked hole.  The head of his cock was covered with a light brown slime.  It in the piss hole, under the head of his cock, and even some streaks on the shaft.  I knew what I had to do but I did not want to.  I looked up at him with pleading eyes, but was met with a smirk.

“Open up, babe, and clean me up.”  I opened my mouth and thought that I would simply deep throat him and thereby avoid the taste.  No such luck; TJ stopped the insertion when he was about half way in, laying his shaft and cock head on my tongue.  “Suck it bitch; use your tongue on the hole, get the clumps off of the crown and the streaks from the shaft.”  I wasn’t happy at the thought, but I did what I had to do.  TJ said don’t swallow; just hold it in your mouth.  I did, although it was difficult due to the amount of saliva gathered in my mouth.

I pulled William to his feet and with one hand behind his head, I kissed him, open mouth, and used my tongue to share his spit and the rest and residue from my cock.  “All right you kinky fucker, get back down there on the floor.”  I did not have a clue what was going to happen next.  He turned off the water and lay down beside me.  He said, “Suck me off” and while doing so he ate my ass, kissing and slurping on my hole.  I gave him a good job, swallowing his cum and holding his cock in my mouth afterwards, slowly stroking his thighs and pulling on his nuts. He finished off by draining his bladder.  

The children arrived timely and we had a great early supper.  I fixed TJ a drink and a glass of soda water for me.  The kids noticed that I was not drinking brown whiskey as was the custom.  Before I could answer, TJ said, “I have him on a diet and one of the things he had to give up was liquor.”

He does look like he has lost several pounds; “You look good, Dad.”

TJ held his glass up and I fixed him a refill as everyone was talking and eating the shrimp.  Daughter Mary came into the kitchen while the other three went outside to cook the steaks.  We were talking, with her telling me of the changes at the house.  I told her that I had no problem with any of the changes as I was giving them the house and the contents.  “We know, Dad.”

“Well, I thought that we had told y’all that I was deeding it over to you.”

“No, Dad.  We know about you and TJ.”

“What do you know?”

“That the two of you are lovers and basically consider yourself a couple.  Now don’t go getting all hinkie on me.  You two are grown men and are capable of living your own lives.  The three of us are happy for you and are supportive.”

I broke into tears just as the other three walked in.  I pulled myself together very glad that I did not have to have the discussion with my son.  We all gathered together for a group hug.  Junior said that he had had a conversation with TJ and that his intentions were honorable.  We all broke up with laughter.

We discussed plans for Thanksgiving, the pros of being here at the family home and the cons for the first time without Emily.  TJ said that the kids should make the decision as we were flexible and would do what they wanted.  Junior and Mary said that if that were the case, what did we think of going to New York and attending the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade.  We all agreed that would be a good idea and TJ offered to make the arrangements.

After they had left, the kitchen was cleaned and Duke let out for his last trip before bed, TJ and I got into bed, me having given myself another enema and lubed myself up.  We snuggled in bed, me in his arms, his pit alive with the smell of sweat and nerves.  We kissed and I said to TJ, “How much did you tell Junior.”

“Not much while his wife was there, although they did embarrass me.”

“How?"

“They wanted to know if I was satisfying you; what my plans were; and if there were any preset limits.”

“Well what did you say?”

“I told them that you had a safe word, but other than that there were no limits.  William is that the way you really feel?”

“Boss I have wondered about that.  At noon time today I would have given you a different answer than I would have given you at 4 this afternoon.”

“I wondered about that.”

“Really?”

“Yes; I wondered if you would use your safe word.”

“If you put a turd on my plate and told me to eat it, I, depending on all of the attendant circumstances, would probably tell you no.  But given the attendant circumstances of this afternoon:  1st:  it didn’t taste bad, which surprised me; 3rd:  it happened as a result of my not doing what I was told to do; but … and maybe this is the real reason … 3red:  you made me do it; I don’t understand the whys and the reasoning.”

At that point we kissed and I rolled over on top of him.  We were just making out; running our hands over each other; me skinning him back, he pulling on my tit rings; me cupping his nuts, he pulling on my taint ring; me biting him and he pulling on my PA.

I rolled William over so that I was on top.  I left my legs on the outside of his as I had no desire to fuck him; I just wanted to possess him.  We must have made out like that for 30 minutes, feeling each other, touching and kissing, when William froze.  He shuddered, groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.  I recognized the symptoms and immediately rammed two fingers up his ass and massaged his prostate.  His dick picked itself up off of his stomach and outshot the fluid, far enough and hard enough it hit him in the face.  I put my hand on his cock and it was soft; he had not had an erection, I had simply milked him dry.  I wanted to be sure he had not cum, so I wiped some up from several different places on his body and the fluid was clear, with no telltale white contents from his balls.  I sucked his cock dry and then licked up the fluid off of his stomach.

“TJ?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Thank you.  I have never had an orgasm like that one.”

“I find that amazing; that you can orgasm without any sperm discharge, without an erection and without anyone sucking or fucking you.” 

To be continued...

Posted: 04/27/12