1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 2


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Oral Sex, Romance, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 90.3, Source: sexstories.com

    that’s exactly what we did—pancakes and bacon with fresh-squeezed orange juice. I thought my mother was going to have serious regrets when we returned to school. Henry and I spent the entire morning studying and doing the work for the classes we’d missed Wednesday morning. Periodically, Henry would lose his focus. Those were the times that I paused to give him long deep kisses. My mom and dad only smiled, but I could see Lisa’s eyes turn green with envy. I had a strong feeling she was going hunting as soon as she was back in school. She had always dated A-list guys, jocks, or ultra-rich and good-looking boys. Physically she could have been my twin except that she was two inches shorter. I had shown her the alternative could be very rewarding. We studied most of Friday afternoon until 4:30 and I put our materials away while Henry helped Mom get the dinner ready. He sliced the rest of the turkey, placing the pieces of white meat on the platter alongside one of the drumsticks and a sliced thigh. Henry had told me that he loved the dark meat. We hardly ever ate it in our house, but I could see the appeal. The meat was much moister than the breast, although we always solved that with lots of gravy. That night I asked Henry what he wanted to do. He responded by asking if I’d ever gone bowling? I hadn’t, but why not? Henry deserved a treat for all he’d done with my family. Reluctantly, I asked Lisa if she’d like to join us; she met us there with a date. Like most of hers, he was a ...
    jock—an end on the football team and a sprinter for track. We had a little bet—losers buy sundaes at Friendly’s. I expected to buy, but Henry surprised all of us. He averaged 217 over the three games we bowled. I asked him about it when we were in the car. “I thought your mother never allowed you to do anything.” “She didn’t, but she went out either to a bar or on a date almost every Friday and Saturday night and my grandparents were usually drunk by noon so I was able to sneak out. She’d never go near the bowling alley so that’s where I went. I could bowl all night with the money I ‘borrowed’ from Gramps’ wallet. I figured he deserved it for ignoring me all those years.” “I can’t believe it—my shy little slave a thief.” “I am shy…usually, but I have emotions like everyone else and I grew to hate my mother and my grandparents for the way they treated me.” I stopped at a light and pulled Henry to me for a kiss that was just long enough to cause the driver behind me to beep his horn. Lisa and Martin were already there so we joined them at a table. I laughed when Henry ordered a Jim Dandy—a huge sundae. That was okay; when Lisa used her debit card that meant Daddy was paying. When Lisa asked Henry about the big sundae he dead-panned a reply, “I need to keep my strength up.” Lisa and I laughed so hard we actually cried. Lisa told her date that she’d explain later. We studied most of Saturday and left after Mass and brunch at a nice restaurant Sunday morning. I drove through New ...