This chapter is posted as Erotic Couplings due to the plot directed in a different direction, and a dream sequence. Hopefully the readers will continue to follow Maris & serge.
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Summary through Chapter seven:
Maris has requested that serge stay in her life, but theirs is an unusual relationship. She is the proctor for the couple and serge has acquiesced to her request.
The Researcher, about four months later . . .
The weeks moved on and Maris seemed to become relaxed, as her role developed and serge compliantly adjusted to her needs. He tried to restrain his questions, as some harmony was helpful, and serge had become comfortable in their daily lives. Maris, or Domina to serge, would dress carefully every day, before going off to the lab each day. She had asked that serge witness her morning ritual, so he would sit in the club chair, and watch, as his lover would do her face, and select her lingerie and outfit. She did not allow serge to comment on her decisions, except occasionally asking him to select her heels and her bag. Their lunch meeting occurred most days, and on many evenings, Domina would share with serge her sex play, with carefully detailed descriptions of the events. Maris would glow with excitement seeing serge's own arousal as he listened to how Hannah or Kate had fucked his lovely mate.
These two very close friends of Maris, in fact her mistresses, had each been to the home several times. Their awareness of Maris's handling of her submissive male friend, though at odds with the three women's lesbian relationship, had little affect on Maris sexual excitement around Kate and Hannah. Therefore Mistress Kate supported Maris distractive male lover.
The daily work serge completed, now included many domestic responsibilities, as well as maintaining his body and physique. His digital code work had flourished and his monthly payments therefore had increased. Though he had much to look forward to each morning, as he sat watching Domina, serge knew his world was swinging about Domina's. In his spare moments serge did research how Domina and his relationship was unusual, and unique. There's did not aligned with other couples, and there were very few references to follow. He did searches, for female led, submissive males, open thinking couples, but none of these truly described Maris and serge.
Maris had traveled alone to Chicago for a scientific conference. She had planned careful during these first months, as serge was adapting to her will. The annual meeting would be finished Thursday and she would fly back to New York. This trip was required, as part of Maris certification, and therefore Mistress Kate had supported the travel. Leaving serge alone was not an issue, as her Mistress Kate had visited twice since Maris had defined her relationship with serge, and Maris had asked that Kate not visit serge while she was out of town.
Yet as she slept on Wednesday night her dreams were lurid. In the dream, Kate was direct; 'he will be mine, as well, you little slut'. Maris rolled about . . .
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In her dream . . . serge went to the door, to see the delivery woman walking away. On the stoop was a box. He opened the door, and as he picked it up serge saw Kate's car pulling into the lot. A few minutes later she simply walked in to the apartment.
"Open it serge, it is from Maris and me, to you." Kate stood after closing and locking the entry door.
"Your Maris has allowed me this one opportunity, as we need to determine if there is a spark in you." Kate was now sitting on the sofa, and serge saw her long legs open, exposing her sex. She wore a short white dress and red heels; her shoulders were bare. His eyes tracked up her legs, noting her expensive sheer hose'.
"Nothing you haven't seen serge, right?" Kate moved the short dress hem and the white tulle petticoat; he saw her moist bare pubis. "You have watched me fuck Maris, so looking at my pussy won't be an issue, correct?"
Kate moved her finger along her labia, "After you see what we bought for you, you can come and kiss me here serge?"
He stood still, and considered the conditions, as Maris was away. He had not inserted the plug after his shower, but the specific dress requirements were now well established. His boyshorts were covered with the taut girdle, holding back his penis and tucked bits. He was not certain Kate knew of the dress requirements. He closed his eyes briefly considering whether he should disobey Kate's direction. Then he bend down, on to his knees, as the box was near the sofa, and he ripped the box seal open.
"Listening is a very good habit serge," she said as she leaned forward and looked into his eyes. "Go ahead, see what we have for you," Kate said as she rubbed her pussy.
Inside there were a variety of smaller packages, and he picked up the one on top.
"Pink boxes for this trial serge." Kate said softly. "Maris and I have select each for you," but he was unsure, how could they have selected this day? Maris was unreachable, as the protocol for her meeting required that she terminate her cellphone.
"Oh my serge needs his mommy, huh? Well, she is mine, as you know, and therefore so are you. Please be a good, ahh, boy, and open the package." She reached to take it from his hand, "Okay, I 'll do this one for you. There, you get that second one." Kate removed seal and the item and let it hang from her fingers.
"What a lovely brassiere," she dangled it near serge's face, but he looked down now. "No young sissy, you have no choice here. Open the next pink box serge. You will love what she bought for you."
He felt the weight, and while his eyes stay on Kate's face, his fingers opened the ten-inch long pink box. Inside was a black feeldoe. He looked briefly at the cocktoy.
"Why didn't Maris let me know of this visit Kate?" He was not required to call her Mistress.
Kate moved to her knees and came close beside serge, as her hand reached to touch his groin, and she felt the garment beneath his taupe pants; he was restrained with the boned girdle. Then she grasped the toy and moved to kiss his cheek, "there are quite a few other surprises serge. Take out the next one, please."
