The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality and homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character is 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 24 left off. Thanks to John and Jake for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into future chapters. Over the last year, I've written 24 chapters of The Blue Life. I don't know how many chapters I will get to this year. But the story is far from over.
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I drove toward my girlfriend Sondra's place. My cock was rock hard and my balls were aching. I had to admit that kissing my father and seeing his new Prince Albert had got me very excited. Then he began telling me about his sexual adventures with Terri. Terri is my dad's eighteen year old goddaughter. She's only a high school senior. She's a virgin, and she has promised her first fuck to me. But she's also my father's primary Dominatrix it seems. And her being technically a virgin, that doesn't mean she hasn't been having a lot of sex, and it seems like much of it has been with my father. I wasn't jealous of either of them. But I was envious. Here it was Thursday evening, and I hadn't really had sex in nearly three days! For me, especially recently, that is quite a long time. But, I had a marathon of sex over the previous weekend. I had taken FIVE new submissives into my stable, my family, my harem. (I'm still not sure what to call my gaggle of BDSM lovers.) But, mid-terms were this week, so I had to study. There was a late-night study session in the Student Union on Tuesday. Then I had to finish a paper on Wednesday night.
And my girlfriend Sunny was busy training our kittens in the ways of sexual submission. She had worked with Terri on Monday. My mother on Tuesday. And Sally Whitehall last night. Sunny and I had met for lunch on Tuesday. I brought submarine sandwiches and we shared a soda. We ate in her apartment and she quickly blew me before I had to leave and get to a computer lab. But I didn't even get a chance to make her cum too. She said she was submissive and perfectly fine with that, but I wasn't.
Anyway, I was mildly frustrated, check that, my frustrations were more than mild. Sunny and I were going to have a date tonight. But my dad got pulled into the police station after beating up Nancy Stockton's husband. Dad says that he has actually killed Bill Stockton; it's just that Mr. Stockton hasn't realized he's dead yet. I don't get it. Dad says it's Dim Mak, "The Death Touch." It sounded all like crazy talk to me. But Dad was completely earnest. He believes it. And Dad has convinced me that even if Bill Stockton is about to die, he is still seriously dangerous, and that Nancy and my father's lives are in peril if Bill Stockton gets out of jail.
I don't know what to believe. But I've called for an emergency meeting with all my subs at the home of Stephanie Bahl, my father's secretary and possibly his newest submissive. I also asked my mother to see if she could get her lawyers and private investigators involved. I have a feeling we are going to need them.
I pulled into the alley behind "The Lace Boudoir," the lingerie shop my girlfriend owns and manages. I stepped out of the car and dialed her phone. She answered, "We'll be right out, Master," and hung up before I could say anything. But the back door opened almost immediately. My girlfriend hadn't been waiting up in her apartment, but at the bottom of the stairs. She knew I was in a rush. Or maybe she didn't...
Sondra backed out of the door wearing yoga pants and a crop-top sweatshirt. She had on cross-trainer shoes. And her hair was pulled back and up in a single ponytail. I got a great view of her high, flat ass in her tight, formfitting pants. That made me groan and touch my hard cock through my pants. God, I couldn't wait to fuck her again. And this time, we both had a clean bill of health from the Doctor. We could fuck bareback, without a condom.
Then, Sondra backed up a little farther, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't believe what Sunny was leading out of her back door! Sunny had a leash in one hand and a riding crop in the other. The leash was attached to a collar around the neck of a gorgeous, submissive woman. I didn't recognize the woman at first, because she appeared about as tall as Sondra, about 5'10". But then, I realized she was wearing four inch heeled boots with an inch and a half platform at the sole. The boots came up to just below the knee. The boots were decorated with O-Rings, and there was a chain, connected to the rings, running between her calves, hobbling her. The chain was short enough so that it didn't hit the ground, but just barely long enough to make stairs manageable, with some assistance. She also had on a black latex mini dress. I could see black fishnet stockings, between the boots and the hem of the skirt. But she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, because the neckline of the dress plunged, almost to her navel. Around her waist was a bright red sash, tied in a bow, like a decoration on a gift. The sash was around her waist, but the bow was off to the side, on her left hip. She had on a black collar with silver or chrome studs. And on top of her head were pointed cat ears! Her hair was dark. I couldn't really tell the shade in darkness of the alley. She was wearing a black leather blindfold, and a black leather ball-gag with a cherry-red ball in her mouth. The ball was the same red shade as the bow around her waist, and the red satin of the inside of her cat ears. I noticed later that it was also the same shade of red on the soles of her feet.
Her nipples were erect and hard. The latex halter top of her dress only emphasized this bound submissive's excitement, and only heightened my own arousal. Her hands were behind her back, bound in some way I couldn't see at first. But as Sandra guided the bound woman down the steps, talking her down and leading her with the crop, I glimpsed that her wrists were cuffed behind her back. She also had on a realistic looking cat-tail that came out of a split in the back of the dress. The tail curved up and to her right.
I walked over to help Sunny guide the submissive down the stairs. She was having a bit of difficulty with her legs hobbled and her hands bound behind her back. Sunny had her sub turn around and come down the stairs backwards. As she backed down the stairs, I had to admire this woman's ass in her tight, black latex skirt! The cat's tail wagged in my face. And I knew that it was connected to a butt plug. I figured the masked submissive must be Sunny's friend and employee Sophie Winters, except Sophie doesn't look ANYTHING like this! For one thing, Sophie has a completely different hair style and hair color. Upon stepping closer, I noticed that her hair color was some sort of deep, multilayered purple! And her hair was in a short bob, covering her ears, but just coming down to her neck.
On the last step from the loading dock down to the back alley, the bound submissive's heel missed the step. She stumbled, screamed into the ball gag, spun on her toe, and fell into my arms. Which was lucky, because she would have ended up face first on the ground. She smelled of spices, and fresh sex. It was heady. And her breasts pressed into my chest. My hands found the curve of her butt cheeks, as I helped her gain her feet by pulling and steadying her against me. I'm sure she could feel my hard cock, pressing against my pants. God! This was getting ridiculous. I needed some relief, badly!
The submissive stiffened in my arms at first. She was blindfolded and had just tumbled off a step. But, even as her muscles relaxed, I could still feel her trembling. She moaned or maybe whimpered a little into her ball-gag. I couldn't tell if she was excited, frightened, or some combination of the two. I tried to imagine how I would feel being trussed up and led around blindfolded and gagged.
I joked, "Well, hello there! It's nice to meet you too."
Sunny stood beside us. She put a hand on my back and one on the submissive's back and pressed us both even closer together. She said, "Daddy, I have a special gift for you. She is from all the kittens in your stable. This is Amethyst, and she is going to be your newest slut, your slave, and your little whore. She really wants to be your kitten."
My cock throbbed as Sunny said, "slut, slave, whore and kitten." And Amethyst moaned and trembled, but I could not tell if it was in excitement or fear.
So I leaned in close, and I whispered in her ear, "Amethyst. That's a lovely name." Amethyst seemed to relax a little in my arms. I thought Amethyst, was Sophie Winters, my girlfriend's coworker. But, frankly, I wasn't positive. First, the dim light, blindfold and ball-gag masked her features. Second, Sophie is a Lesbian. Third. Sophie has longer, light brown, almost blonde hair that comes past her shoulders. Amethyst's hair is a rich shade of purple, amethyst, I guess. (Duh.) I wondered if her pubic hair was dyed amethyst as well. On second thought, I knew that it was, because that would excite me, and Sunny knows that. Sophie's style is sort of hippie-ish. Like she could be working in an Organic Foods Co-Op. But Amethyst seemed to have walked straight out of my own wet dreams. The high boots. The latex outfit. The dress was something similar to something my mother and I had "window-shopped" for online. Then I realized, the boots and dress were probably my mother's! The hair was probably contributed by Terri, my teen-sub with bright blue hair. The cat tail and ears, that was my father's touch. And the ball gag and blindfold were there from my girlfriend, Mistress Sunny. She is the Queen of BDSM as far as I'm concerned. Hell, as far as nearly anyone I've met in this neighborhood is concerned. I whispered again, "Sophie, you are Amethyst. Right?"
Amethyst hummed, "Mmm-hmm?" and hesitantly nodded.
I looked to Sunny. "Why is she blindfolded and gagged?"
"Amethyst is frightened," Sunny explained.
"I can tell," I said. I lightly kissed Amethyst's cheek, trying to reassure her. "She's trembling."
"Amethyst was afraid of how you might react seeing her. She is afraid of being rejected. She desperately wants to please you, Daddy. So, the blindfold is to calm her nerves. And that gag and cuffs and leg chain are so she doesn't accidentally say or do the wrong thing. She doesn't want to displease you in any way."
Suddenly, the ball gag was in the way. I whispered, "Don't say anything, Kitten, just respond, 'Yes,' or, 'No.' This will be easy. I promise." I reached behind Amethyst's head and unfastened the gag, and I tossed it to Sunny. I held out my hand and said, "I need to hold her leash." Sunny handed the leash to me. She also gave me the riding crop she was holding. I noticed that the handle was an eight inch long, black, silicon dildo. The dildo was very firm, like the shaft of the crop went up inside the dildo.
