His New Owner

A man's life is taken over by by a strong and beautiful woman.
Update: 29/05/1998 to misc4

	I thought it was strange to be getting a letter from my cousin Ray.  After all, we
both live in the same city and if he wanted to talk to me, all he had to do was pick 
up a phone or stop by my apartment.  But if getting the letter itself was strange, it's 
contents were down right bizarre.  It said he was going to be out of touch for awhile
and not to try and contact him until further notice.  Also he asked me to explain to our
family and tell them not to worry.  Confused, I called Ray to find out what the hell was
going on.

	The phone rang and rang and I was about to give up when Ray finally answered.
When I told him it was me, he wanted to hang up immediately, but I warned him if he 
did that I'd come over to his apartment right that moment.  The line was silent for nearly
a full minute then Ray let out a long sigh and started to tell me what was going on.  He 
said he'd met a beautiful girl who had quite latterly taken over his life.  He went on and 
on about her, about how wonderful she was, how commanding, how strong and how
beautiful as well.  He just wouldn't stop.  It almost sounded like he was reading from 
a script.  Finally, after about five minutes he got to the point of his letter.  She insisted 
and he agreed that he devote himself to her twenty-four hours a day, seven days 
a week for as long as she allowed him to.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Ray 
and I had grown up together, we went to ballgames and drank beer.  He was a 
reasonable guy with normal ambitions.  I told him that I wanted to see him, but he 
refused.  I insisted and told him if he didn't see me I'd call his parents and tell them 
that he was joining a cult.  He said he'd have to get permission and he'd call me 
back.  I started to protest but the line went dead.  Premission...?  Premission from
who? I wondered.  After about twenty minutes my phone rang.  It was Ray.  He said 
I could see him for a little while at his apartment at noon tomorrow.  I wanted to talk 
some more but he hung up again.

	I arrived at his apartment building promptly at noon the next day.  Taking the
elevator to his apartment, I tried rehearsing what I was going to say to him.  I thought
about telling him that he was throwing his life away, that he was hurting the people
closest to him and no matter what spell this woman put on him, it wouldn't be worth 
the price he would have to pay.


	But all that flew out of my head when the door to Ray's apartment opened.  
Ray had said she was beautiful and sexy, with a body that was beyond belief.  Who
would have thought that he was understating the facts?  She was tall, nearly as
tall as me while being barefoot as well.  Her blonde hair was so lustrous that it 
seemed to radiate light on its own.  She was also the fittest looking woman I had 
every seen in my life, with every muscle of her body standing out in perfect proportion
to the others.  She was wearing skimpy shorts and a tiny halter top.  "Hi, I'm Millicent," 
she said.  "I gather you're Steve.  Sorry, I'm a little sweaty.  I've just been doing some 
aerobics, please come in."  She spoke in a breathy British accent that sent tingles 
up and down my spine.  She ushered me in and explained that Ray was late returning 
from an errand but she expected him back at any moment.  "At least he better be back 
soon, if he knows what's good for him," she said with a laugh.  She lead me to the sofa 
and my eyes feasted on her muscular buttocks as they flexed and jumped as she moved.
She suddenly turned, catching me staring.  I thought she'd be angry but instead she
favored me with another radiant smile and simply motioned for me to take a seat.  

	When I did, she seat down right next to me, so close that our knees were in 
electrifying contact together.  She had to be one of the most exciting females I'd ever 
seen if not the most exciting.  Her golden skin shone with perspiration and her lovely 
face was flushed.  Surprisingly dark nipples pushed through the thin cotton halter 
showing off her large breasts that seemed to defy gravity.  Her large brown eyes 
were full of mirth, mocking me, brimming with the knowledge that she had stopped 
my clock, something she was probably pretty used to doing when it came to men.  She 
had such a frank, unflinching way of looking directly into my eyes that made me feel
slightly uncomfortable.  After finishing her silent appraisal of me, she patted my knee 
and favored me with another glorious smile.

	"So, what shall we talk about?" she breathed.

	I actually stammered.  "Well ummm, Ray mentioned something about cutting of
contact with...  Eh, everyone umm, and something about him doing it for you..." I gulped,
took a deep breath to calm myself and continued on, "And I don't really understand 
what's going on here...?  With you two I mean."

	She laughed musically and swatted my arm.  "Silly boy, you make it sound so 
outlandish.  It isn't at all.  Ray's so sweet.  I'm simply turning your cousin into my little 
slave boy, kind of like a lap dog.  He'll be at my beck and call be under my complete
control.  Come now, does that really shock you?  Would you like me to explain it in 
greater detail?  Hmmm?"

	I stuttered that yes, I would.  She licked her lips as if all this was the most 
delicious thing ever invented.  The rules, as she explained them, were very simple.  She 
was in charge of everything, and in everyway.  His assignment, every minute he was with 
her, or away from her, was to devote himself to her, body and soul.  Several times a day 
she would let him nurse at her ample breasts, which she now massaged briefly so that the
nipples poked out even more prominently though the fabric.  And, of course, his greatest 
reward was to be allowed to bury his face in her pussy.

	There was more.  Much, much more.  She told me about how she would wrestle 
him over her knee and spank him until he would beg her forgeness when he was bad.  How
she made him greet her on his hands and knees and kiss her feminine mound and feet
when she came home.  She told me how she would make him eat her out for hours on
end till she'd had enough ograsms to sitisfiy her for the night.  She told me enough
so that by the time we heard a key turning in the door I was a sweating mess, with 
frayed nerves a huge hard on tenting my pants.  Ray came though the door and I moved 
a pillow to cover the telltale bulge in my slacks.  When he saw me sitting with Millicent, 
Ray seemed uncertain what to do.  He returned from from whatever errands Millicent 
had sent him on with his arms full of sacks from the grocery and a local department 
store.  I'm sure he saw at a glance that Millicent had tied me in knots even if the pillow 
hid the most obvious sign of my arousal.  Before I could even think of what to say to 
him, Millicent ordered him into the kitchen to put away the groceries and start preparing 
dinner.  Ray hesitated, obviously wanting to say something to me.

	That was a big mistake.  Millicent leaped up, came around the sofa and slapped 
his face harder then I thought it was possible for a woman to.  Ray staggered back, 
nearly falling over a potted plant, his hands covering his head.  She told him to stop 
acting like a baby and get to work in the kitchen.  I was astounded by the commanding
tone she could bring to bear.  I doubt if there were many Army drill sergeants that 
possessed that level of authority in their voices.  Ray uncovered and I could see a livid 
hand print across his face.  He focused his eyes on the floor and started walking to the
kitchen, getting a full-swinging swat on the butt from Millicent to hurry him along.  He 
gave at a little yelp of pain and scurried out of the room.  As soon as he was gone she
settled back down beside me once more and smiled, all sweetness and light again.  "I 
don't care what they say, you can teach a old dog new tricks, you know.  Only sometimes 
you have to beat the shit out of the dog first."  She laughed and stretched like a big jungle 
cat, making her muscles stand out in huge relief and her big, gorgeous tits simply popped 
free of the skimpy halter.

	I felt as if my tongue must he hanging out a foot and half, but Millicent went right
on talking as if nothing had happened.  In fact, she moved one of her feet under the
pillow covering my crotch and brushed me on the groin with her toes, widening her 
eyes in mock surprise when she made contact with my bloated cock.  I was rock-hard, 
like I couldn't ever remember being in my entire life and felt ready to erupt just from
that momentary contact with her perfect flesh.  Her eyes bored into me as if she know
my every though and emotion before I did, which I guess at that point wasn't far from
the reality of the situation.  "I guess I could do just about anything I wanted with you 
too, couldn't I Steve?  Don't' be bashful.  You don't have to to say yes.  Just nod your 
head for me."

	My mouth felt dry as a bone and my head was pounding as I moved it back and
forth.  Millicent laughed once more and suddenly announced that it was time for me to 
leave.  She said she wanted to get some more exercising in before dinner and Ray would 
need his energy because he was in for a long night.  Millicent pulled the pillow from me
and tossed it away, giving me another knowing smile as she saw my hard on.  She took
me by the arm and lead me the door, then surprised me by leading me out into the corridor 
of the building.  She turned me around to face her and favored me with another of her brilliant 
smiles.  

	Suddenly she pushed me against the wall, shoving her breasts against me.  
Since we were almost the same height, she didn't have any trouble leaning into me and 
whispering in my ear.  "Before you leave me Steve, I want you to come for me.  Right 
here, right now!"  Her hand moved over my crotch, rubbing my already throbbing cock 
through my pants materiel.  "Think of belonging to me, fuck me hand like a dog and 
come!"  Without hesitation, I began to obey, thrusting against her as she licked my ear 
and kept repeating the command.  "Come for me Steve, come for me!"  over, and over 
again.  I ejaculated into my slacks and as I did, I head Millicent giggle like a schoolgirl.

	As hard as it might be to believe, this dry hump was the most powerful orgasm of 
my life.

	I groaned and slumped against the wall, and would have fallen over if Millicent 
hadn't taken hold of the front of my shirt.  As she held me up she said, "don't strain 
yourself Steve, just get some rest and I'll see you out."  Then she did something that 
was even more amazing.  She lifted me up and swung me over her hip and started 
carrying me the way a grown up would carry a helpless child.  I couldn't even get the
words out to protest as she hauled me the thirty yards down the hall to the elevators.  
She pressed the button for the car and waited with me still sling under her arm, not 
showing the slightest strain.  The doors opened and Millicent tossed me inside like a 
sack of laundry.  As I lay there on the elevator floor, she held the door open and looked 
down at me.  "Now go home and think about me Steve."  She ran her hand down the 
long muscular contours of her perfect figure.  "Dream about me."  She said and winked 
at me, then she pressed the button for the lobby and stepped back.  The doors closed 
and I started me decent.

	Since that day, I haven't tried to contract Ray.  I told our family that he had
gone to Europe on business and will be traveling for quite some time.  I don't know
how long that story will hold, but I'll try my best to make it stick.  As for Millicent,
I've been following her order, just as Ray follows all her orders I'm sure.  I think 
about her constantly, and dream about her every night. 


	THE END