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Chapter 52.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 052
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: MF oral
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 52
Saturday afternoon/evening: the Nellis'
Rick arrived home a bit after noon, and had chores to take care of.
His father was out playing golf, and Dina had apparently gone to the garage
to supervise Bobby's efforts to repair his junker. When Rick throttled back
at about 3:30, he noticed that his mother was going about her activities
with a somewhat distracted manner. Finally, Marilyn entered the den, where
Rick was watching the ball game while sipping a Coke, and sat down. When
she had his attention, Marilyn announced, "I need an opinion from you."
"About what, Mum?"
"Merry. I'm thinking about staying Merry - staying a slave - all of
the time."
"Hmmm. What happens when the 'new' wears off?" Rick asked. "It's not
something you just blow off, after you've gone that far. Right now, you
ultimately control whether you will be a slave, and when. If you submit
permanently, your Master CAN'T allow you to change your mind, just because
the going gets tough. In fact, he's likely to MAKE it tough - mastery has
to be exercised periodically."
Marilyn looked thoughtful.
"It'll interfere with your life 'outside', too. Your job, for
instance. Even if he chooses to maintain the fiction for strangers, what
will you do the first time he calls and says 'Come home, now!' in the middle
of a business meeting? Will you walk out? Possibly lose your job?"
"I -I..." Marilyn stammered.
"Mandi and I are taking this route, and it's a compromise. I HAVE to
allow her a certain amount of autonomy, whether either of us likes it or
not! You have roles that you can't shuck, like your parental authority.
Your master can disregard it's implications for a short while - but believe
me, if he gives you to me to fuck, it will change our relationship! How
much parental authority do you think you can exercise while being taken
doggie-style?"
Marilyn blushed. "You two are too old to herd, anyway."
"True, but my point is that doing it all the time will tend to dilute
the experience. For discrete periods of time, your master can create a
bubble from within which you can be stripped of all rights and
responsibilities - but he can't do it indefinitely."
"So you don't think I should do it?"
"I didn't say that. What I AM saying is that if you do, you might
wake up one morning and discover that your life hasn't changed all that
much."
"Surely my master wouldn't allow that!"
"Maybe not. But HE'S learning, too. What if ultimately, he just
can't deal with it? I'm having problems - the whole thing goes against my
philosophy. I'm trying to formulate a case to cover it, but... " Rick shook
his head.
"If it helps, Dear, remember this is a special case. It's not
entrapment, or capture for sale, or anything like that. We submit of our
own free will, knowing that we will be tested. The unknown challenges are a
part of the draw, in fact. The suspense is arousing."
Rick examined his mother for a moment, then raised another point.
"You realize that you risk your master making your submission permanent
every time you submit? Your operational model says that YOU submit, but HE
ends your period of submission. What if he doesn't? What if he makes up
your mind for you? And if you're thinking 'Oh, he wouldn't do that!' THEN
YOU DON'T GET IT!!"
Marilyn frowned and shook her head, "What? What do you mean?"
"Mum, it's simple. If you place that kind of power in his hands, he
MUST use it! If he doesn't, you will eventually lose respect for him! You
WILL be the target of abuse and humiliation, because if you are not, he
cannot maintain control over you. Think about it - what part of all this is
the most important to you? Are you sure you have to submit to get it?
Better figure it out..."
The doorbell rang, and Marilyn went to get it, discovering Mandi at
the door. They returned to the den, and Mandi settled on the arm of the
couch nearest Rick, and leaned into him. Rick was mildly surprised - they
hadn't made a date. "Hi, Sweetheart - need something?"
Mandi smiled and pressed her torso against his side, "Only you, Love."
Rick patted he couch. "Come around this side." He obtained approval
from Marilyn with his eyes, then addressed Mandi, "My mother and I are
discussing her relationship with her master. I'm trying to lay out the
risks and benefits. The risks are pretty clear to me, but the benefits
aren't. I'm trying to get her to take a good look at what she's getting out
of it."
Marilyn gazed at Mandi, "Why did you submit as you did, Dear? Why be
property, when you can be an equal?"
Mandi smiled, "It was a gift. Just giving Rick my heart wasn't enough
- I needed to give him everything. Oh, I trust him to do right by me, but
this gives him the freedom to be unconventional about it. This way, I can
allow Rick to use me as he wishes. I don't worry about him destroying me -
only a fool destroys something of value to them, out of hand. And the only
way he can destroy me is to dismiss me!"
Marilyn pondered this. "This all seems kind of low-key, consensual.
Don't you need for him to demonstrate his mastery?"
"Why? Rick knows I will do anything he asks - if I don't, it's MY
failure that puts our relationship at risk. My life is simple: all I have
to do is make Rick happy! I don't have to worry about modesty, or rules of
behavior, or morality, or whether I'm getting as much as he's getting, or
what's fair and what isn't - all of these things are Rick's problems, and I
trust him to handle them; all I have to concentrate on is making Rick
happy."
Marilyn was pensive. "You're very brave. The possibilities for abuse
in this relationship..."
Mandi nodded, "It's not for everyone. Ultimately, I trust Rick not to
do anything actively evil to me. I think I'm safe in doing this. Don't
you?"
Marilyn turned her gaze on Rick. "Yeah, I think you're safe."
Mandi continued, "It's still a risk, but I believe that it is an
acceptable one. In fact, I've bet my life on it!"
Marilyn continued to ponder. "This is interesting, and it rings some
bells, but..."
Mandi smiled gently at the older woman. Suddenly SHE was the older,
wiser head. "...But it's not the nature of your relationship with YOUR
master."
"No."
"May I?" Marilyn nodded, and Mandi continued, "You have different
needs, and they demand more of your master. I see you as very repressed.
You worry about what others think of you. You have these Victorian ideas of
personal conduct. You probably seldom masturbate, and cannot possibly touch
yourself during sex. It embarrasses you to make noises, or to tell your
lover what feels good. You lack the courage to explore your fantasies, or
even admit that you have any."
"This sets a different pattern for you. First, your master must exert
his dominance over you in a convincing manner. Then he frees you to
experience your sexuality by directing you to respond to him. Being a
slave, you are no longer responsible for your actions; if your master wants
you to act like a slut, it's HIS fault - and you can be wanton without
guilt. Am I getting warm here?"
"I'm afraid you're exactly right," Marilyn admitted ruefully.
"Rick is right," Mandi continued, "This means that he MUST humiliate
you, regularly, to enforce his control over your mind. Then you can do the
most outlandish things without guilt, because you are performing for your
master. Unfortunately, your master must continuously 'up the ante', adding
new dimensions of control over you. Eventually your friends, your
acquaintances, your colleagues - even people on the street - will know you
for the slave you are, because your master cannot ONLY abuse you in private.
I don't know how long it will take - but your old persona will not survive
if you submit permanently. If you keep it in the closet, it could take
decades before your external relationships are significantly impacted; if
you choose to live this way, it could happen very quickly. What would
happen, for instance, if he sent you to the grocery, nude?"
"I'd be arrested," Marilyn replied, "That's obvious."
"True." Mandi grinned. "But you're not thinking. What if your
master decided that being arrested for public nudity was an acceptable
punishment for some infraction on your part? It's his responsibility, but
YOU would pay the price!"
Marilyn gulped. What a horrible scenario! On the other hand, why was
she becoming aroused, thinking about it?
"See? These things are seldom as simple as they seem, initially. Two
minutes' thoughtlessness on the part of your master could conceivably end
your life. Do you think that you would be working for your law firm the
next week?"
"N-no." Marilyn was shaken.
"Bringing you humiliation by exposing your status to other people who
you interact with is a powerful tool in the hands of your master. How long
will it be before he wields it?"
I-I don't know..."
"After a fashion, he already has. Remember Thursday night? He
exposed you to ME!" Mandi grinned fiercely.
"Maybe we could make a deal..." Marilyn began.
"NO!" Rick burst out, "Don't fool yourself. There ARE no deals! He
can't afford to honor them - and, frankly, ultimately you won't either!
Your form of slavery is not the comfortable one that Mandi and I enjoy.
Your slavery is uncomfortable by design, and must remain so for it to work.
Your master will have to use every tool within his grasp to keep you happy
and meekly subservient."
Marilyn got up and walked to the door. In a distracted voice, she
said, "Thanks. You've both given me a lot to think about!"
Rick turned and supped from Mandi's lips. "Are you staying the
night?"
"Yes." He drew her in closer, and began to absently stroke her cheek.
Robert returned from golf to find Marilyn on the couch in the living
room, shaking like a leaf. Crossing to sand over her, he asked, "What's
wrong, Hon?"
Marilyn looked up at her husband, "I had a talk with Mandi and Rick
about slavery, and what they told me has me scared as Hell."
Robert nodded soberly, "Good. This thing is serious business, and
we're playing with fire."
"Unfortunately, it also aroused the Hell out of me."
Robert frowned, "You know, you don't really have a basis for
comparison. We haven't had 'regular sex' since this thing started." Robert
raised his hands and crooked his finger to provide the quote marks around
the words.
Marilyn shrugged. "No time like the present..." She stood up, and
Robert took her hand and led her upstairs. Once shucked out of her skirt
and blouse, Marilyn gave ample evidence of her arousal, so Robert skipped a
couple of steps in their accustomed foreplay, assuming correctly that the
pattern needed breaking, anyway. He lavished attention on her breasts,
which brought satisfying gasps of pleasure from her. Then, tickling her
with his tongue en route, he shifted his attention to her labia and
clitoris, licking up and down the inner lips and sending teasing shots at
the sensitive bud. Marilyn very obviously enjoyed the attention, gasping
and moaning, and gripping handfuls of the bedclothes - but 15 minutes' worth
of this attention went unrewarded, with the exception of a sore tongue and
puffy lips. Marilyn attained a plateau that Robert couldn't seem to break
through; while she was very obviously enjoying the attention, climax seemed
to be denied her. Robert shrugged, and brought out the fall back plan - a
vibrator - and achieved success, as Marilyn convulsed in short order when he
applied it along her well-lubricated slit. Nonetheless, he was mildly
irritated; didn't just the opposite happen Thursday evening?
Upon her recovery, Marilyn offered to return the favor. She sat on
the edge of the bed, and Robert stood to bring his penis to her. Marilyn
began working - and it was a creditable effort - but Robert found it to be
lackadaisical, and had to restrain himself from adjusting her depth and
tempo using a hand on the back of her head. He was feeling 'way too many
teeth, and needed the distraction of playing with Marilyn's breasts to help
him reach his peak. As she felt his balls draw up preparatory to his
ejaculation, Marilyn backed off and jacked him, causing him to shoot onto
her breasts. "Why did you do that?" he asked.
Marilyn responded, "Oh, I thought it might be different; besides, that
way I didn't have to swallow the stuff." The latter comment was seriously
unwelcome, but Robert overlooked the insult, figuring that he was being
oversensitive. Marilyn looked up, "Can you go again? I'd like to have you
in me." Robert nodded, but the next few minutes were somewhat embarrassing
as his cock was slow to harden. Still, Marilyn lavished more on-again off-
again oral attention upon it, and it eventually began to rise.
When he was again stiff, Marilyn hopped up on the bed and assumed a
supine position. 'Missionary style again,' Robert grunted to himself, but
shrugged philosophically and climbed between her legs. Unfortunately, old
habits took over, and Marilyn began controlling his depth of penetration by
not lifting her legs. Robert worked with it, but it was a seriously push-up
type position, demanding a lot of stamina. Marilyn got plenty of
stimulation at the vaginal opening and across her clitoris due to Robert's
almost vertical position, but Robert had a tough time. Not being able to
achieve any depth of penetration made it difficult to maintain an erection,
and the position demanded that he work without the benefit of having his
knees to support him. About four minutes in, Marilyn tightened up, hunched
her pelvis toward Robert 4 or 5 times while her eyes rolled up, then went
totally slack. Robert found himself in a position where, if he wanted to
work really hard at it, he could masturbate himself with the ring of muscle
at Marilyn's vaginal opening. But he was already wasted and having
difficulty maintaining. Angered, he collapsed across her, then immediately
rolled off.
As he sat up on the edge of the bed, Marilyn opened her eyes and
asked, "Dear, would you bring me a towel please?"
Robert contained MOST of his anger, and growled, "Why? You don't need
one..." Then he got up and stormed off. Marilyn, for whom the exercise had
been reasonably successful, lay there, blinking and trying to determine what
had happened. In the bathroom, Robert looked down at his sticky chest and
realized that despite the fact that she wouldn't need to contain semen
running from her vagina, there was still the stuff on her chest, took a
towel, and after cleaning himself somewhat, tossed it at her on the way
downstairs.
Ten minutes later, he was still fuming as, dressed in sweatpants and a
T shirt, he plopped into his recliner with a beer in his hand.
Rick eyed him from the couch, "What's the matter, Pop?"
"I ought to keep her as a slave! Every time I try to treat her as an
equal, the lazy little cunt takes advantage of me! Selfish, greedy little
bitch!"
Rick cracked up. When he could breathe again, he said, "So - figured
that out, have you?"
Mandi looked puzzled. Robert groused, "I always knew it - but I
figured that it's just the way things are."
"Well, guess what, Pop? This thing has changed YOU, too!"
Robert grinned ruefully. "I guess it has. I never thought that I
really had the power to change the status quo around here..."
Mandi piped up, "I don't understand..."
Rick waved his arm at their surroundings, "What do you see?"
Mandi glanced around, "Some nice stuff..." Actually, the place was
kind of crowded...
"A LOT of stuff. REALLY NICE stuff. REALLY EXPENSIVE stuff. Mum
has Cadillac tastes, and Pop works 50 hours a week to pay for it. Mum
works, too - but she didn't, until redoing the kitchen required a second
mortgage. Mum tends to want it NOW, and it's had its impact on things like
retirement, and college money..." Robert flinched, and Rick eyeballed him.
"I used to overhear their 'discussions' on the subject before Pop gave up
and let her have her way. Now he just grumbles while he pays the bills..."
"And what do I get for it?" Robert snarled.
"Blue balls?" Rick chortled.
"Hmmph. Among other things."
Rick turned his attention back to Mandi. "Pop doesn't generally
complain - he's the responsible type, so he just sucks it up. Dina's just
as bad - or worse - due to Mum's influence and her personality. I've
watched it for years, and tried not to be part of the problem - but
everybody wants stuff..."
"Aw, let's forget the whole thing!" Robert asserted. "I don't like
to air the dirty laundry..."
"...In front of strangers? Mandi's NOT a stranger - and I think it's
instructive." Turning to Mandi, he announced, "If you develop a habit of
doing ME like that, one fine day I'll spank your ass and put you on the
street - naked!" Rick's voice started out normal, but rose to a full-
throated roar. Mandi cringed, but Rick resumed in a more normal tone "Not
that I think you would..." She snuggled up again, diffidently. Robert
looked on with amusement. Why couldn't HE have found one like that?
When Marilyn came downstairs a few minutes later, nothing was said,
and all appeared normal. Mandi sat there waiting for the bomb to go off -
but it didn't happen. When Marilyn asked him about dinner, Robert's
response was perfectly reasonable - in fact, he indicated that she shouldn't
do anything involved, but rather enjoy her evening. Slowly, it dawned upon
Mandi that she had seen a seldom discovered crack in the Nellis family's
serenity - one that might have taken several years to expose itself to her,
if ever.
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