Home life

      Merry arrived home shortly after five p.m. from what, despite her
fears, had turned out to be an excellent day.  As she entered the house, she
realized that it was fortunate that she habitually arrived before Robert,
because he had yet to define proper procedure upon her arrival, should he be
home:  Should she report to him first, or get undressed first? Should she
strip at the door, or go upstairs and put everything away?  Not asking these
questions was a sure way to accumulate punishment; she made a mental note to
do so.

      Humming, she went upstairs to disrobe, and was surprised to find both
of her offspring at home alone for the first time in several days.  Passing
Rick's room, she noticed him sitting at his desk, working.  She stopped and
stuck her head in the door, "Hello, Rick!  Where's Mandi?"

      Rick looked up from his work, his eye catching the movement as she
began to unconsciously unbutton her blouse.  "Hi, Mum.  I have a tutoring
session to give tonight, and Mandi has heavy homework, so we decided to see
if we could survive an evening without one another."

      "And?" Merry asked, smiling gently as she unbuttoned the cuffs of her
blouse, which was already gaping from neck to navel.

      "Well, I can do it - I knew that - but missing her is always something
hanging in the back of my mind.  And you reminding me of what I'm missing
doesn't help!" he responded with a significant glance at her striptease.

      "Oh! Sorry - I'm just getting ready for your father to come home.  I
don't want him to catch me dressed!  But you've seen me naked, recently.
What's the big deal?"

      "Watching you GET undressed has its own appeal, independent from the
end state.  You might bear that in mind..." Rick replied, then, very
ostentatiously, resumed his work.  "I'll be going out in about 30 minutes,
and I probably won't be home for dinner," he continued, without looking up.

      "Okay, Dear," Merry replied, and swung on.

      Dina was standing in the doorway to her room, smirking.  "Rick's
right.  If Pop catches you teasing him with a striptease, he might punish
you by making you follow through!  Wouldn't THAT be just awful?!"
Obviously, from her tone, she didn't think so.

      Merry ignored the ploy.  "Where's Bobby?"

      "He just let me off," Dina replied, "We spent some time at Denise's."

      Merry nodded, and entered her room, completing her undress, and
putting away her clothing.  Dina came to the door.  "How was your first day
as the new you?" she asked.

      "Not as bad as expected.  In fact, I got a couple of compliments!"
Merry replied, smiling.

      "Yeah?"

      "I forgot myself and leaned over Bert's desk, and he got an eyeful.  I
thought I was going to have to call the paramedics?"

      "What did he say?" Dina asked, thinking, 'Poor old Fudd...'

      "He said he wouldn't mind if I went a bit further..."

      "Ho ho ho!  You tell Pop that, and he might lend you to him for his
birthday, or something!"  Dina roared.

      "Gawd!  Don't give him any ideas!"  Merry grinned despite herself,
even as she colored.  "Well, time to look into dinner.  You'll be home, I
take it?"

      "Uh huh."  Dina turned back toward her room.  Merry headed for the
kitchen.


      "I'm home!"  It was a touch after six when Robert made this
announcement, closing the door behind him.  "I don't know why I do that," he
grumbled to himself as he hung his hat and coat in the hall closet, "nobody
cares!"

      Merry picked up the announcement in the middle of sliding a pan of
twice-baked potatoes into the oven.  She blinked, thought a moment, and
banged the oven door closed while shucking her apron, then made for the
front door at a dead run.  On arrival, she dropped into the ready position
before a startled Robert and murmured, "Good evening, Master!"

      Robert was unable to conceal his delight!  Now THIS was more like it!
He reached down, cupping her chin, and brought her to her feet and her face
to his lips, then kissed her, unhurriedly.  Her response was everything he
could have hoped for: Instead of the close-mouthed peck he was used to
having to hunt down, she lingered as he did, her mouth opened, and her
tongue came out to play as she melted against him.  He hugged her to him for
a moment, cupping her ass, before releasing her.  She stood for a moment,
then caught herself and again sank to the ready position.  Robert stepped
past and crooked a finger, at which signal she rose and followed him toward
the den.  Halfway there, however, she stopped.  "Master?" she queried
diffidently.

      Robert looked back, prepared to be vexed, "Yes?"

      "I was cooking, Master - I didn't get a chance to set the oven
timer..."  She dropped her eyes.

      "Ah.  Run along, then.  Come back as soon as you can spend a few
minutes." Robert turned and entered the den.

      A VERY short time later, Merry appeared in the den with a glass of
white wine in her hand.  As she knelt to the right of his open recliner,
Merry presented it, "Drink, Master?"

      Robert took the glass and shifted it to his left hand.  "So, tell me
about your first day as a slave in the world of work.  Did you carry out my
instructions?"

      "Yes, Master."

      "All of them?"

      "Yes, Master."  At Robert's wave, Merry continued, "I spoke to Ann
about the dress code.  She told me that there was no formal code, that she
set standards based upon job function, and that I had always far exceeded
standards for my position, which are the most stringent.  It took me a lot
of time to make her understand what I wanted and why, Master.  Eventually, I
had to explain exactly why it was important.  Ann promised to produce a
document as soon as she gets guidance from the partners."

      "So, Ann knows you are a slave?"

      Merry dropped her eyes, "Yes, Master."

      "What did Ann say about today's outfit?"

      "She was concerned that I wasn't wearing a bra, Master.  I told her
that it was not negotiable.  She countered that I should maintain one for
court visits, at least."

      Robert chuckled a bit.  "Did she know you were not wearing panties?"

      "She didn't ask, Master, but I thought it sensible to show her.  She
said something to the effect that my skirts should not allow me to display
my crotch under normal circumstances."

      Robert sat forward in his seat, and reached out to play with Merry's
left breast.  "She said that? 'Under normal circumstances'?"

      "Yes, Master.  She said that."  Merry leaned into the caress.

      "You realize it's an opening..."  Merry nodded.  "Did she say where on
the sliding scale for your position you came in?"

      "She merely said it was acceptable, Master, although I got the
impression that it was not the bottom end.  The brassiere thing bothered
her, though."

      "I'm sensing something else."  Robert regarded Merry levelly.

      Merry smiled.  "Bert loved the outfit.  I forgot myself and leaned
over his desk, and I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance!"

      Robert laughed, and caressed her cheek, playing with her curls in the
process.  "What did Bert think?"

      "He said I had some distance to go before he would disapprove.  He
said that he must remember to thank you for being so considerate of his
pleasure.  I think he gets little enough, now that his wife has died..."
Merry looked somewhat thoughtful.

      "So, do you enjoy being pleasing to the eye of men?"

      "Yes, Master!"  Merry dimpled.  In fact, she glowed!

      "We shall have to turn it up a notch.  Remind me after dinner."

      "Yes, Master."

      Robert settled back, drawing her with him.  "Come sit on my lap."  He
paused, while she arranged herself upon him, then began idly abusing her
right nipple.   "And the other matter?  Who did you find to represent us?
Bert?"

      Merry became surprisingly animated. "No, Master.  I settled upon
Alicia - and it was a good thing I did!  Master - Alicia is a mistress!  She
has male slaves!"

      Robert's eyebrows rose.  "Really?  Wow!  And this is a good thing?  I
thought she was a feminist..."

      "It appears, Master, that she understands that there are masters and
mistresses and there are slaves, and if a slave is happy, well... Once she
was sure that I had submitted myself of my own free will, everything was
fine.  She said that she would be happy to represent us, and that she might
like to come by and see us at home when the first papers are ready!"

      "Hmmm," Robert replied.  "How do you know she's a mistress, by the
way?"

      "She showed me a picture, master - her standing over a slave in a
leather outfit.  Very sexy.  She said she might ask you if she could get a
similar picture of you and I.  She also said she knew better than to ask me
- it was not my place to commit my master to anything.  I figure that's a
pretty good indication that she's not up to anything.  Besides, once it was
out in the open, she just got incredibly friendly and helpful - like we were
family, or something!"

      Robert rubbed his jaw, "Okay, I'll go with your gut feeling on this.
Seems too good to be true, though.  You may tell Alicia that I will extend
an invitation for her to visit when she's ready.  Have her call me."

      "Yes, Master."

      Robert's attentions had caused Merry's nipples to become rigid and her
breathing ragged.  It was time to up the ante.  "Bring me your punishment
book."

      "Master?"  Merry blanched, then crawled off his lap to obey.  In a few
moments, she returned, knelt, and presented the book, her head bowed.  "A
slave begs to know how she has offended her master," she quavered.

      "Silence."  Robert directed gently.  Merry held her peace while he
scribbled in the book.

      Finished, he presented it to her, open.  "Read it aloud."

      "It says today's date. 'A slave has done very well this day.'  Oh!
Thank you, Master!" Merry beamed and gushed.

      "I will consider this entry when next I mete out punishment.  I am
very proud of you, Merry."  Robert smiled, and Merry all but wriggled like a
pup.  "So, when will dinner be ready?" he asked, changing the subject.

      "About 20 minutes, Master," Merry suddenly developed a concerned
expression, "I should check it."

      "You are excused."  Robert sat back and sipped his wine, considering
the pleasant jiggle of his slave/wife's ass as she exited the room.
'Tonight?' he thought, 'Maybe...'


      Robert presided over a full family dinner for the first time in
several days.  Merry served, then knelt, positioned at Robert's right.
Robert left her there for a time to impress upon everyone that this was the
standard, then released her to eat at her normal position at the foot of the
table.  Rick did manage to dine with the family, although he was
preoccupied, and left quickly.  Robert found that he had little to
contribute to the conversation, so he let his wife and daughter chatter
without obstruction until he was done eating.  Finished, he pushed back and
uttered one word: "Silence."

      Merry shut up in mid-sentence.  Dina turned a challenging look upon
her father, letting him know that such tactics would not work with her as a
rule.  Merry's silence was sufficient to end conversation, however, so open
warfare did not result.  Robert held Dina's eyes for a moment, then said,
"Your mother survived her first day in her new wardrobe, but it's a bit
limited.  I wonder if you would accompany us to the mall?"

      Dina mellowed.  "Sure, Pop!"

      Robert directed Merry.  "Casual dress, to start.  Work it out with
Dina.  Obviously, there's no reason to wear excess underclothing or anything
you won't be wearing to work.  Dress collar." Merry nodded, dropping her
eyes, and Robert rose to make his own preparations.

      As they rifled Dina's closet for a midriff top and a jean skirt, Dina
questioned her mother, "So, how are you handling all this, Mum?"

      Merry pondered while stepping into the skirt.  "Well, the beatings
aren't fun, but your father was right - I needed a lesson in proper respect.
Toeing the line comes naturally, now that I've stopped worrying about my
image as an independent woman.  Robert isn't terribly capricious, and most
punishments are mind games.  And the sex..."  Merry looked briefly dreamy.
"I actually feel freer.  I don't have to worry about what other people
think.  My job is simple: please my master - period."

      "You know he'll beat you, no matter what," Dina cautioned.

      "I know. If he lets me go, I'll get uppity. I'll deserve it, then.
Mostly, though, I think he plans to use humiliation to keep me in my place.
That's okay - it has spicy side-effects!" Merry grinned.  "We'd better get
downstairs."

      En route to the mall, Robert briefed Dina.  "Merry tells me that apart
from a quibble over wearing a brassiere in the courtroom, her dress was fine
today.  In fact, Bert, her boss, indicated that she had some room to
maneuver.  Therefore, we will up the ante."  Turning to Merry, he announced,
"I'm sure that by now you've guessed that I want you right on the line.
You're my display piece, and I want you on display!"  Merry nodded, smiling
gently.  Returning his attention to Dina, he continued, "Further guidance
was that she was not to display her crotch 'under normal circumstances'.  I
believe that leaves us some room for maneuver in skirt length - don't you
agree?"

      "Yeah," Dina agreed, "that should get us several inches above the
knee, Pop! You DO sit with your knees together, don't you Mum?"  She flashed
a grin.

      "Yes.  So do you, as I remember," Merry replied.

      " 'Under normal circumstances'." Was Dina's grinning rejoinder.  "What
about your ass?"

      Merry frowned.  "Uh, there was no specific guidance, but..."

      "Robert laughed.  "Dina, you're a shark!  Unless you find something
exceptional, we'll assume for the moment that 'crotch' includes the cheeks
of Merry's butt."

      Dina grinned and sank the needle again: "Mum looks good in midriff..."

      Robert regarded Merry archly, "Think she's enjoying this?"

      "Yes, Master.  'Way too much," was Merry's rueful reply

      "Still, I guess we shouldn't short you on casual wear - I like the
access!" Robert pulled Merry to him and cupped the bare underside of her
right breast.

      Merry moved to accommodate the touch and smiled, "Yes, Master."

      On arrival, they exited the car, Dina in the lead, Merry following,
and Robert taking up the rear.  Robert stopped to retrieve a retractable dog
leash before exiting the car.  At the mall entrance, it caught Dina's eye.
"What's that for, Pop?"

      "Merry, should she act up.  Never hurts to be prepared."  Turning to
Merry, he asked, "Speaking of being prepared, where is your punishment
book?"

      Merry stopped, threw a hand to her mouth, and looked crestfallen.  "At
home, Master."

      Robert raised an eyebrow.  "Remind me on our return."

      Merry's response was very meek. "Yes, Master."

      On arrival at Dina's preferred clothing store, Robert proffered
further directions.  "I'm thinking silk, or some other fabric that drapes
well.  I want it to be apparent when Merry's nipples are erect, even if the
fabric IS opaque.  Maximize cleavage.  We'll allow for the season, but by
summer, she can go sleeveless - and we'll be looking to display this..." he
directed, raising Merry's right arm and tracing the line where her breast
flowed into her armpit.  He eyed Dina bleakly.  "Tasteful.  At least for
work.  We'll need four outfits - try to be able to mix and match.  I'll be
over there."

      There ensued 90 minutes of frenzied activity across three different
clothing stores, punctuated by one run-in with the female sales staff of one
store when Robert insisted upon entering the dressing room with the women.
Dina resolved it by declaring, "I'M not buying anything, and Pop's seen Mum
naked before!"  Notable was the halter outfit: a flared above the knee skirt
and bolero jacket over a white halter top with a collar.  With the jacket,
no one would question it; without, the presentation was very effective.  The
halter had a removable inner support liner, but everyone knew that it would
not see much service.  Robert took one look and announced, "Tomorrow!"

      Halfway through the return trip, Robert glanced over at Merry, and
said mildly, "You can undress now."  Merry blushed hotly - traffic wasn't
THAT light, and there were several well-lit intersections to go - but she
immediately began tugging her blouse off.  While she was tugging her skirt
off, the movement attracted the attention of a carload of teenage boys at a
light, resulting in some loud appraisals of her charms.  This caused
considerable erosion of her hard-won calm.  Robert smiled thinly and
announced, "I could let you hide below the level of the dashboard - but
you'll have to earn the privilege.  You'll be less visible, but anyone who
sees you will know EXACTLY what you're doing..."

      "It's my decision, Master?"

      "Yes.  I don't have to draw you a picture about what you'll be
doing..."

      "No, Master."  Merry sat facing front, while she evaluated her
options.  Giving a blowjob wouldn't exactly make her invisible, although it
WOULD hide her face and the effort would be a distraction.

      Somehow the boys managed to return at the next light.  They had a good
minute and a half to go nuts - and Robert encouraged them.  "Wave to the
nice boys, Merry," Robert directed, "In fact, wave THEM at the boys, Merry!"

      Obedient while blushing bright red, Merry shook her shoulders, causing
a fetching wobble.  Pandemonium erupted in the next car as six boys tried to
hang out of four windows to get an unimpeded view.

      "Fuck it!"  Not to be outdone, Dina doffed her top and pressed her
breasts to the right rear window.  More loud appreciation filled the air.

      Robert checked the rearview.  Not everyone was thrilled.  A matron in
the car behind was on the verge of apoplexy.  The light changed, and Robert
drove sedately onward.  The boys hung in for another two blocks before
reluctantly proceeding straight while Robert turned left.

      Merry was flushed and breathing raggedly.  Somehow the whole thing had
become a tremendous turn-on.  "Master," she gasped, "can I have that cock
now?"  Robert nodded, and Merry dove for his zipper.  Quickly she unzipped
him, then undid his belt so that she could loosen the snap and have more
room to work.  Inhaling his sweaty musk caused a wave to course through her
soaking twat all by itself!  She knelt up and began worshiping Robert's
erection.

      Robert was seriously surprised!  The blowjob was a labor of lust.
Robert reached across and sank a finger between Merry's open, wet nether
lips, and she moaned loudly around her efforts to swallow him whole.  Robert
added a finger, and Merry became frantic!  The last two blocks to the house
were negotiated in a haze.  Robert could barely spare brainpower to drive.
He pulled into the garage, and not even signaling the door to close, erupted
from the car.  "Get out here!" he roared over Merry's disappointed whine,
and dragged her across the seat and out the driver's door.  When she reached
her feet, he thrust her over the hood of the car (which was an odd mix of
hot and cold), grasped her hips, and entered her in one pass!

      "Oh, YES! MASTER!"  Merry screamed in joy.  "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

      Robert offered no quarter, pounding away at her hot, wet box, his
balls bashing her clitoris on every stroke.  Merry asked for none; raising
up on her elbows, she drove backward fiercely, meeting his strokes, her
nipples dragging across the hood.  Laughing like a fool, Dina activated the
garage door closure, managing to get the door closed just as Merry got
REALLY loud!  "NOW, MASTER!  NOW! AIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"  Merry's vagina began to
ripple and pulsate as Merry totally lost it.

      There was no way she was not going to take Robert with her - there was
too much wild emotion flowing!  "YAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" he roared, and commenced
pulsing out a quantity of semen that would have done credit to a fifteen
year old!  Nine times he hosed down Merry's cervix in long, hard shots,
while she screamed her delight at the sensation.

      Slowly, they came back to Earth, to the sound of Dina's loud applause
and catcalls.  Then the door to the house flew open and Rick emerged,
telephone in his hand.  "Whatthefuck?"  Rick took in the scene, then
announced into the phone, "Apparently, Mum and Pop decided to set the
Olympic record for the world's loudest orgasm in the garage!  I know, Baby,
I wish you were here, too!  We'd have to work hard to top this one - looks
like Pop shot about a gallon into Mum, and she's drooling on the hood of the
car like she's a week from Earth orbit!"  Rick shook his head, smiling, and
went back into the house, obviously in conversation with Mandi.

      Dina, continuing to chuckle, announced, "I'll get the bags!" and began
emptying the back seat.

      Robert pulled out, and Merry collapsed to the ground, semen streaming
out of her.  After a moment, she managed to make an effort to catch some on
her hands and lick it off.  Robert grinned, "Forget it! You'll drown!"
Merry managed to get a grip on his left thigh and pulled herself up to lave
his cock and balls clean.  She was virtually purring.  Robert leaned both
hands on the hood, enjoying the attention.  Finally, he rose up and roared,
"Into the house, Wench!  Put on your house collar and meet me in the
bedroom!  I'm gonna wear your ass out again or die trying!"  For the record,
though, the pair of them were stuporously asleep in 20 minutes.
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