Big Changes At Home Ch. 02~3

bypolyman©

Chapter Two: The Morning After

The alarm clock screamed at five-thirty that next morning, Taryn groaned as she smacked the annoying device into silence. She laid there for a moment, staring at the clock, trying to decide whether or not to get up. With a mutter of protest she rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. As she snuggled in for some more, precious sleep, a thought hit her: Master wouldn't be pleased with her if she didn't bring him breakfast. That thought caused her eyes to shoot open; Master, how could she forget about him. A sigh of regret escaped her lips as she looked up at the clock once more, and tried to remember just how the hell she had gained a Master. Then the events of the previous night rolled through her mind like a scary movie she couldn't turn away from. She remembered: the dancing, the dry-fuck, the bathroom, the submission . . . her submission . . . her complete and total submission to him. She had submitted herself to her son and swore to be his Slave. A sigh of contentment left her lungs when she thought that thought: her son was her Master, and she was his Slave. She pulled back the covers and knew that she had to get moving, in order to get ready for him.

Taryn took extra care as she showered and washed herself that morning. For the first time in a long while she took pride in how she looked. She had always made sure to keep herself presentable, but it was the little things that she had let slide. It had been a while since she had shaved her legs, years since she had paid any attention to her pubic hair. It was normal for Taryn to not shave for a week or so.

What did it matter? Nobody looked at her that closely anymore, certainly not her husband. Richard was far too busy with work to spend any serious time with his wife, when he was home he was too tired to have sex most nights. Even when they did have sex it was hurried and unimaginative: purely for his pleasure. Taryn couldn't remember the last time Richard had ate her out, or sucked on her breasts. It was no wonder why Taryn let her pubic hair grow wild, all that would stop that morning. Taryn took great care in shaving everywhere that a woman should shave. She cleaned and preened herself after the shower was over, trimming up her bush so that the "wild wilderness" was gone. The shower took longer than she had expected, but felt the time was well-needed, as she wanted to be presentable for her Master.

There was that word again that stirred up feelings of bliss and fear in her. Part of her loved having a Master, and she was happier than she had been in years because of it; she felt complete. Another part of her was scared of this development and wanted to find a way out of it, writing the whole experience off as a bad night of drinking. Taryn knew it was not the alcohol that made her do what she did last night. That was the most sobering thought, for this morning she was not drunk and yet here she was throwing on her sheerest robe in order to cook breakfast for her son . . . her Master.

All through cooking breakfast she checked the note and the clock regularly. She wanted to everything to be perfect for him; she wanted to show her Master that she was a good Slave. The argument of "what the hell was she doing?" continued in her mind, regardless of what she did to do to push it out. With no time to spare, at six-twenty-nine, she picked up the tray and walked up to her son's bedroom.

Owen woke up with a yawn and looked around the darkened room. He felt a little tired and sore that morning, and contemplated going out for a run, but decided against it. Glancing out at the window and seeing the rain that poured outside confirmed it, he would visit the gym instead. Slumping back down on the bed he rubbed his eyes and tried to shake the feeling that something was different this morning. He looked around the room and wondered what it was; nothing was different. He could see no new boxes to show any extravagant purchases, that one might regret the next day. He hadn't done any shopping yesterday, all that he had done yesterday was go to school, study and go out with his mother.

His mind froze as that last thought crossed his mind: his mother. What had he done to his mother? Why did he do it? How could he do it? He had completely dominated her and made her swear to be his Slave for life . . . but why? Sure, he had loved the whole experience and felt more alive and turned on than he had been in his whole life. The power and pure excitement that coursed through him during that experience was unbelievable, and yet natural. The strange thing was that everything seemed to be second-nature to him. Nothing seemed stilted, awkward or strange to him, and that what scared him the most. He could grow to like it, he already loved that feeling of power he had when he ordered his mother around and she complied. It was a double hit of excitement, one jolt of excitement when he ordered her, the next when she complied. The sooner and more diligently she complied, the greater the thrill. Was this what he really wanted? Until last night he had never thought of his mother in a sexual way. He had never harbored deep, lustful feelings for her, but last night he not only fucked her, he made her his Slave.

Was this really the way that he wanted to live? Did he really want to spend the rest of his life barking orders at his mother? What about other women, what about a girlfriend or wife? Did this mean that he wanted them to be his Slaves to? The man he was last night was not the man that he thought he was, or wanted to be. He sighed once more and rested his head back on his pillow to try to sort it all out.

Perhaps he was getting worked up for nothing, perhaps his mother didn't remember the previous night. After all, they had been drinking, perhaps she would just see the whole evening as a drunken game. Owen would see how his mother would react and follow her lead. He wouldn't apologize right away; he would wait until she talked to him about it. They could share a laugh over the silly and dangerous game they had played and see it as nothing more than the alcohol.

Owen looked at the clock: six-twenty-nine. A fuzzy thought hit his mind: Six-thirty, something was supposed to happen at six-thirty, and he wondered what appointment he had missed. Was there an early morning class that he had forgotten about? He searched his mind to figure out what he was supposed to do that morning, damn, he would have to skip breakfast.

Breakfast! there it was, he had ordered his mother to deliver him breakfast at Six-thirty this morning. He had given her very specific instructions on what he wanted and how he wanted it delivered. Panic settled in as he thought of what he would do if she actually did bring him breakfast in bed just like he told her to. What would that mean? Would that mean that she liked this new arrangement and wanted to be his Slave? He glanced at the clock and saw it turn to six-thirty and watched it intently, hoping it would turn to six-thirty-one. If he could skip over this minute it would be okay, then he would know that she wasn't coming and . . .

Then the door opened up slowly and his mother backed into the room, pushing the door open. She was carrying a tray of breakfast and from where he lay he could see that she had indeed carried out his instructions to the letter. Owen glanced at the clock and saw that it was still six-thirty; she was even on time. One glance at his mother standing there, closing the door with her foot, holding the tray of breakfast, left him speechless. Her red hair fell down her back in its naturally body-wave. She was wearing makeup for the first time in a long time, and her face looked quite pretty. She was wearing a white, silk robe that floated away from her body and it was his guess that she was naked under that robe.

Taryn smiled at him with a look of fear and apprehension in her eyes, waiting for Owen to say something. Owen looked at her and at once he was turned on, and the dark feelings of power returned. It wasn't just the way she looked; it was the whole package. He had given her an order and she had carried it out, she had even put in a few extra touches here and there. She had prettied herself up for him, just to bring him breakfast. The morning paper was on the tray beside the breakfast and a flower was in a vase in the center of the tray. Owen's cock was hard and throbbing as he drank all this in, Taryn was the first to speak.

"Good morning, Master. I brought you breakfast, like you ordered," Taryn said with a timid and apprehensive manner.

Her son hadn't said a thing and as the seconds ticked by, Taryn felt like a monumental fool. Obviously she was wrong in doing this! He didn't expect her to be standing there with breakfast, dressed only in a robe! She waned to cry and run out of the room, she was mortified that she had read things wrong: it was only a one night game. He didn't want her there, he didn't see her as his Slave.

"Excellent work, Slave," Owen said and smiled at Taryn, in response she let out a sigh of relief. "Bring me breakfast, Slave," he said, and watched his mother immediately move towards him.

Just looking at her carrying that tray of breakfast towards him caused his cock to twitch. Man he was hard and needed to take care of it soon, he thought as Taryn floated over towards him. Then a nasty thought hit him as he smiled up at her.

"Put breakfast down over there," Owen said as he pointed at his dresser.

"Yes, Master," Taryn said, just before she did exactly as she was ordered.

"You've got me so hard this morning, I think you should take care of it first," Owen said with a lewd smile as he pulled back the covers, revealing his nude form. "Come over here and suck your Master's cock, Slave," He said, looking deep into Taryn's eyes as he said it.

Taryn's knees got weak when he said that last statement. She loved being called his Slave, and loved the fact that that she could make him hard. She never answered him with anything other than a lustful growl as she rushed to him. Her eyes never left staring intently at his thick cock as she rushed to embrace it. As soon as was physically possible she desired to take it in her mouth, she needed to suck her Master's cock.

Bliss filled her as his cock filled her mouth. All was right with the world, for she had her Master's cock in her mouth and was endeavoring to please him. The only pleasure she would receive from this was the satisfaction of a job well done. This act was for him and him alone; yet another way for her to show her love and devotion to him. This morning, for the first time ever, she voluntarily took a cock down her throat. She relaxed her throat and pushed it down her throat, immensely pleased that she could do this on her own. This development was not lost on Owen, he knew she needed praise.

"Oh you are a good Slave!" Owen said as he stroked Taryn's hair lovingly as she continued to deep-throat him. "Yes, swallow all of me," he said as he smiled at her.

Taryn looked up into his eyes and gave him a look of love as she increased her sucking efforts on his cock. Steadily and quickly she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. His cock now slid easily down her throat and she loved the feeling of pubic hairs on her nose, to her it felt like victory. For Taryn it meant that she had once more swallowed all of her Master's cock, his pleasure meant everything to her.

Taryn didn't let up her sucking until Owen came down her throat. This time she made sure to keep his cock lodged down her throat and swallowed continually. Owen let out a loud groan that lasted as long as he came. Eventually, he was spent and Taryn let his cock slip past her lips as she sat back upright.

"That was wonderful Slave, now feed me breakfast," Owen said with a grateful smile.

"Yes, Master," Taryn said as she hopped up and fetched the tray of breakfast that she had prepared for him.

For the next while nothing was said as Taryn fed Owen his breakfast. She would gather up a bit of everything on his plate and lift the fork to his mouth. When he wanted to drink, she would raise that to his lips, if he dribbled she would wipe his chin. She was taking care of him and it was a quiet, tender moment between Master and Slave that had nothing to do with sex. As silly as it was, she was happy to do it, she was happy to serve him, to be his Slave.

As she fed her Master she wondered why he did what he did. What had prompted him to take her as his Slave? What did he see in her that made him know that she was submissive? How did he know that she would be his, that she would be happy like this? She needed to know, she had to ask.

"Can we talk?" Taryn asked in a meek tone of voice.

"Sure, Slave," Owen said, as he swallowed another bite of breakfast.

"No, just talk . . . as Owen and Taryn," Taryn said as she brought another forkful of breakfast to his lips.

"Sure, mom, what's on your mind?" Owen asked in a plain tone of voice, after swallowing his mouthful.

"Why did you do it?" Taryn asked with a hint of a pained expression as she looked deep into his eyes.

"Do what?" Owen asked, wanting to know exactly what part of last night she was talking about.

"Last night. Why did you do it? How did you know I would react favorably to you?" Taryn asked, with a hurt and slightly miffed expression.

"I guess it all started when you said that you liked it when a man takes what he wants." Owen said with a sigh as he gave his mother a thoughtful expression.

"But I only said that because you made me slow-dance with you when I didn't want to. What made you do that? What made you pull me to you?" Taryn asked curiously as she gathered up more breakfast for Owen.

"I don't know, I guess it was the frustration of seeing all the other happy couples dancing and I wanted a moment where I had a special lady in my arms, just for one song." Owen said with a softened tone of voice as he looked at his mother for understanding.

"So you didn't plan it? You didn't somehow know that I . . . that I . . . wanted it?" Taryn said and strangely enough, when she was talking to him like this she couldn't say the words "Master or Slave."

"No. All I can tell you is that everytime I got you to do something I wanted you to do; something I knew you didn't want to do, I got a thrill out of it. I guess it was that thrill that kept pushing me onward." Owen said in the same subdued tone of voice.

"I guess I can understand that. It sounds like the same thrill I got when you made me do what I didn't want to do. Each time you took charge and d . . . made me do something; I got a thrill out of doing it. As time went on it seemed to be more natural. I guess I was seeking the same thrill." Taryn said as she looked up at her son and smiled at him an understanding smile, they understood each other.

"What about now? Do you want to continue this or drop it?" Owen said, with a serious look on his face. "If you're not happy like this, I won't make you stay my Slave," he said and looked at her for a moment before looking down.

"I don't think we can go back to the way things were, do you? I . . . I like the way things are between us now, I know it may sound weird for a mother to say to her son but I like serving you." Taryn said with a loving tone of voice as she picked up Owen's chin and looked deep into his eyes. "I never told you this but before I met your father I went for the 'jerk' type. You know, the kind of men who treated me like crap, the ones who would walk all over me, I didn't know why I liked it, until last night. When you told me that I needed a Master, everything clicked, it was then that I knew you were right. How did you know?" Taryn asked with a look of wonder on her face.

"I don't know how exactly, but everything that had happened up until then told me that you liked what we were doing. Somehow I knew that this was what you wanted," Owen said in a calm tone of voice, searching his mother's eyes for understanding. "So you really like things like this? You like being my Slave?" Owen asked with an excited tone of voice, anticipating the answer.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied in a meek tone of voice looking down but her eyes looking up into his, conveying her love for him.

"Cool, Slave!" Owen said with an excited tone of voice.

"But what do we do from here? How are we going to keep this a secret? What about Rosina and your father? What about your friends? Do you really want me to follow you around on campus, carrying your books and so forth? You have a life, I have a life. What about them?" Taryn asked in a most worried tone of voice, almost fearful for being so bold around her Master.

"I admit that having you follow me around campus would be fun . . ." Owen said with a glint in his eye that his mother caught.

"Once in a while . . . perhaps," Taryn replied with the same sparkle in her eye and the pair shared a laugh.

"I guess you're right when you said that we both have lives that we need to live. I have school and you have . . . whatever you do during the day." Owen said, and for a moment he felt embarrassed for not knowing his mother better. "We will keep this a secret for as long as we can, and deal with things as they come," Owen said confidently and smiled at Taryn as he took a bite of his bagel.

"I hope nobody finds out about this, I mean I do love serving you, but I just don't know how I would explain to anyone about our relationship. Can you imagine trying to explain this to your sister . . . or your father?" Taryn said with an incredulous look on her face that masked her fear.

"I know it will be difficult, but I don't think we have any other alternative. I mean, I don't want this to end, and I don't think you want it to end either," Owen said with a calm tone as he took his mother's hand in his.

"No, I don't." Taryn said with a loving look as she looked deep into her son's eyes. "I should be incensed with you for all that we've done since last night . . . but I'm not. I feel happier than I have been in a long time. I guess you were right when you said that I needed a Master, but not just any Master . . . I need you. I know you love me and would never hurt me; I can trust you implicitly. You're my son so I would do anything for you, naturally, but as a mother I would only go so far. I mean mothers don't have sex with their children, but I don't feel awkward or strange when I have sex with you. I can't explain it better than it was meant to be; I was meant to be your Slave. I Taryn Thompson was meant to be the Slave of you Owen Thompson, my son, my Master, my greatest love," Taryn said in a soft and loving tone of voice. By the end of it she had tears in her eyes, tears of love, of joy, of relief. "I love you Master," Taryn said and looked longingly into the eyes of her Master, waiting for a response.

"And I love you Taryn, Thompson, my mother, my Slave, my greatest love," Owen said in an equally moving manner.

The moment possessed him and Owen moved in and kissed Taryn on the lips. It was a tentative and unsure kiss that lasted but a moment. When the kiss was over they both looked at each other, eyes searching the other for how they felt. Only lust and love was found, so eagerly they kissed again, this time it was a passionate and kiss that may have led to more. The clinking the breakfast dishes on the tray between them brought them back to reality. Taryn had only just sat back and scooped up more breakfast when another voice broke the silence of the quiet morning.

"Owen, you lazy bag of bones, you up yet?" Rosina shouted out, from down the hall.

Footsteps could be heard and Taryn and Owen knew that Rosina would be there in a moment. In a flash Taryn leaned over and kissed Owen once more with a passionate kiss that lasted until the door started to open. As soon as the door opened up Taryn shoved a forkful of food into Owen's mouth. Owen nearly choked on the mouthful of food.

"Oh isn't this cute," Rosina said with a voice full of resentment as she stood in the open doorway. "Does little baby Owen need his mommy to feed him breakfast in bed?" She continued in an overly-thick "baby-talk" manner, complete with the pouting lips.

"I just wanted to do something special for him, because of his birthday," Taryn shot back defensively and held a superior look about her.

"Well, his birthday was yesterday; and oh yeah, you took him out for a drink, and finally . . . you've never done anything like this for either of us before?" Rosina said in a scolding manner. She counted on her fingers each point she made as she spoke. When she was finished she just stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at the pair of them.

Rosina was shorter than even her mother and everything about her could be described as Petite. Her blonde hair fell to the middle of her back and had a natural body-wave, like her mother's hair. Her exceptionally pretty gray eyes were scowling at her brother and mother now. She had an hourglass figure, but a very slender one. Instead of the generous curves of her mother, Rosina's curves were shallower, more conservative variation. Her hardworking attitude she took after her father, but her good looks she got from her mother, though her body was a combination of both her father's and mother's body types. She stood there in a tight blouse and form-fitting jeans, waiting for a response.

"Neither of you have ever turned Twenty-One. It's a big deal, your brother is a man now and I wanted to so something extra special to mark the occasion," Taryn said in a motherly manner that usually ended all discussions. "Now scoot young lady or you'll be late for school!" Taryn ordered, once again in a motherly manner.

"Fine," Rosina said, throwing her hands up in confused surrender before storming off down the hall.

"Where were we?" Taryn replied in a sultry tone of voice.

"We were about to take my morning shower." Owen said confidently.

"We?" Taryn asked with a sparkle of fear in her eyes.

"Yes, my Slave has fed me breakfast. You don't expect your Master to scrub himself, do you?" Owen said in an arrogant tone of voice, looking down his nose at his mother.

"Oh no, Master, it wouldn't do." Taryn replied with an excited tone in her voice that she tried to hide.

With that the pair of them got up, Taryn found Owen's bathrobe and put it on him. She looked both ways down the hall to see if anyone was coming. Quietly she padded down to the bathroom and made sure it was available before motioning for Owen to come. Owen strode proudly toward her and once inside he closed and locked the door behind him, ensuring their privacy. Proudly he walked over to the toilet and sat on it with the lid closed. Without a word he motioned for her to come closer and silently she did so.

"Let's have a good look at my Slave shall we? Lose the robe," Owen commanded and Taryn bit her lip slightly as she untied the robe and let it slip off of her body.

"Not bad, Slave, like I said last night you have a hot body," Owen said as his eyes leisurely walked over Taryn's completely nude form.

"Thank you, Master," Taryn replied, grateful that her Master approved of her body.

"This has to go," Owen said as he reached out and stroked the pubic hairs that covered her pussy-lips. "This, I want you to trim into the shape of an 'O', as a constant reminder of who owns it," Owen said as he looked up into his mother's eyes with a smirk on his face.

"Yes Master, but what will I tell your father when he sees it?" Taryn asked meekly, looking down at her feet, not sure if she liked that idea.

"If he does actually notice it, I will be amazed, but if he does say something, I'm sure you will think of something," Owen replied with an arrogant tone of voice as he looked up into Taryn's eyes where fear lived.

"Yes, Master, I hope your father never finds out, as I'm not sure what I would say," Taryn replied with apprehension in her voice as she looked deeply into Taryn's eyes.

"That brings up another point, don't call him that to me again," Owen said with a slight sneer on his face.

"Master?" Taryn asked, confused as to what Owen meant.

"Call him 'Richard' instead, don't call him 'my father' or 'your husband' again. For as of this moment he is your husband in name only, for you belong to me, don't you?" Owen said with a demanding tone of voice that conveyed his seriousness.

"But Master, he has been my husband for twenty-two years, I have a responsibility to him! What about sex?" Taryn asked with a fearful tone of voice her eyes starting to water.

"LISTEN!" Owen shouted. In a flash he reached up, thrust his index finger into Taryn's pussy and pulled it toward him until Taryn was standing in between his knees. "This belongs to me; you gave it to me freely last night didn't you?" Owen said firmly and in a quieter tone of voice as he started to slowly thrust his finger into her pussy.

"Yes, Master," Taryn admitted as pleasure shot through her from Owen's finger.

"Then you will have sex with nobody but me, unless I give you permission, understood?" Owen said with the same firm and commanding tone of voice as he removed his finger.

"But, Master, what am I to do about my h . . . Richard? Sooner or later he will want sex!" Taryn said with a downtrodden look on her face.

"Well, for one thing you are not to initiate any sexual play between the two of you," Owen said in a commanding tone of voice and looked into her eyes.

"Of course not, Master, I would never seek him for sex!" Taryn said in a fervent and convincing manner.

"But if he really wants it, and you insist on whoring yourself out to him, you must ask my permission . . . each time," Owen said with a deadly serious look on her face.

"Each time I am to ask you, Master?" Taryn replied with a horrified look on her face.

"Each and every time! I don't care where I am or what time it is, you are to contact me and ask my permission, understood?" Owen said in a confident tone of voice.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied with a humbled and defeated tone of voice.

"Now, onto happier topics," Owen said with a chipper tone of voice. "I want you to go to a spa and have the full treatment! Anything you want, you do, make sure to spend as much of Richard's money as you can. I am sure that someone there should be able to trim your pussy in the manner that I have described, and yes, if you feel like having sex with any woman there, you may do so, you don't even need to ask me, but you had better tell me later! I will inspect you tonight to make sure that you are trimmed up properly," Owen said and looked into the wide eyes of a surprised Taryn.

"Yes, Master, thank you! "Taryn said with as much joy and happiness that she felt. "You really expect me to have sex with another woman?" Taryn asked with an astonished and fearful tone of voice.

"Have you ever?" Owen asked with a devious look on his face.

"No, Master never!" Taryn replied with wide eyes of shock.

"Then you may not know what you're missing. In that case, Slave, I want you to try to have sex with the woman who shaves you. You needn't succeed, but you must at least try!" Owen said with a determined look on his face.

Taryn babbled for a moment and her mouth hung open in shock for a half-moment before she simply said, "Yes, Master."

"Now, let's get on to my shower shall we?" Owen said with a firm tone of voice as he stood up and kissed Taryn.

Taryn then removed his robe and hung it up, along with hers that she picked up from the floor. Then she ran the water and adjusted the temperature to her liking. After gaining his approval over the temperature she pulled the leaver and the shower sprang to life. She stepped out of the way and let Owen walk into the shower first before joining him and closing the shower door behind her. It was a tub/shower so there was enough room for the two of them to be there. Taryn started with his hair, washing and rinsing it first. Then she grabbed the soap and lathered up his body starting at his head and working down to his feet, leaving his cock for last.

She loved the feel of his skin, even more so since it was slick with the soap. She loved serving him, she loved taking care of him, the more she served him the more she grew to understand; this was what made her happy. Everything about this simple act of washing her Master felt erotic to Taryn. Even though she was just running the bar of soap over his skin, his body felt electric to her. Once she finished washing his feet, she looked up at him from her place kneeling before him. With a silent nod he consented to what she obviously wanted to do: suck him.

Taryn quickly washed his cock and rinsed it off; she drew out the act to make it as sensual as possible. Once she was done washing it, she took it in her mouth and swallowed all of it. Nowhere in her mind was how odd it was for a mother to be sucking her son's cock. This was a natural as breathing to Taryn; she was sucking her Master's cock. To Taryn this was exactly what a good Slave did; she brought pleasure to her Master in any way she could. As that thick cock slid down her throat she didn't even start to gag. She was fast becoming adept at deep-throating him, she was proud of that. After barely a minute of sucking his cock, Owen pulled her head off of his cock.

"What's wrong Master? Didn't you like it?" Taryn asked with a hurt look on her face.

"I liked it a lot Slave, that was the problem, we don't have much time and there's something I would much rather do," Owen said as he looked down at his mother with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Oh yes, Master!" Taryn said with giddy excitement, her face beaming.

"Stand up and bend over!" Owen commanded with an arrogant look on his face.

Tarn stood up and turned to face away from him. She spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow and put her hands on the far wall to brace herself. She was full of excitement as she waited for her Master to fuck her once more. She needed to feel him inside her, she needed to feel compete once more. After a moment had passed and he had not entered her Taryn looked over her shoulder at him.

"Beg me for it," Owen said with a cheeky smirk.

"Oh, Master please fuck your Slave! She desperately needs it! She needs to feel your thick, gorgeous cock splitting her in two! Please, Master be good to your Slave and give her your cock that she needs so badly!" Tarn said in a mournful and pitiful, plea.

"You asked for it, Slave!" Owen said with a lustful growl as he thrust into Taryn with one quick thrust.

"OH, MASTER YES!" Taryn shouted out in a hissing tone of voice, before she could stop herself.

Rosina stopped packing her backpack and looked around her, did she really just hear that? For a moment she thought she heard her mother shout out something about "Master." She shook her head and decided she was just hearing things, her mother was the most conservative and boring mother she knew. There was no way that she would be doing anything as kinky as that with dad. She was sure they had only had sex twice in all their marriage.

"Keep quiet, Slave!" Owen scolded as he withdrew from her to begin their fucking.

"Yes, Master." Taryn replied in a quieter tone of voice as Owen continued to thrust into her madly.

Taryn hung her head and she had to concentrate on keeping quiet. She desperately wanted to shout out the joy and pleasure she was feeling, this time with him was better than last night, today she wanted him and had accepted that fact. She loved him immensely and to her, he was the only man she wanted, the only man she needed. His cock felt like pure pleasure as it slammed into her again and again. All Taryn could do was growl or moan now and again and even those she needed to keep an eye on her volume. A knocking at the door brought the two of them out of their private moment of pleasure.

"Honey, did you call me?" Richard asked, as he stood outside the door of the bathroom.

"What?" A confused Taryn asked as her son continued to fuck her madly.

"Did you call for me just now?" Richard asked once again.

"That'll be the day I call you Master." Taryn mumbled to herself. "No dear," Taryn shouted loud enough for her husband to hear.

"I heard you shout out just now, are you okay?" Richard asked as he tried to open the bathroom door.

"You heard it to dad?" Rosina asked with great concern as she approached her father.

"Yeah, I heard your mother call out, I thought she needed something. Did you hear what she said?" Richard asked Rosina with concern.

"Um, no I didn't hear what she said, I just heard her shout out," Rosina said with a troubled look on her face.

"I dropped the soap and it hit my foot." Tarn said quickly as she growled with pleasure that she had almost let sneak into her voice. "Please, Master stop until they leave," Taryn said quietly over her shoulder to Owen.

"Not a chance, Slave!" Owen said as he intensified his thrusting into her pussy.

"Are you okay dear?" Richard asked with greater concern as he once again knocked on the door.

"Fine dear, don't worry about it!" Taryn said in a calm tone of voice, that time she had to focus on how she said each word.

Owen decided not to play fair as he then thrust a finger up her ass and started to finger-fuck her ass as he continued to fuck her pussy with his cock. Taryn just gave him a dirty scowl over her shoulder and it didn't take long before Taryn was cumming. It was a hard fight not to shout out as waves of pleasure shot through her while Owen continued to fuck her madly. That seemed to draw out the pleasure of the moment, knowing that her husband and daughter were outside while she fucked her son. Just one scream would cause her husband to break the door down and then their private relationship would be exposed. A dark thought in her mind tried to get her to shout out, to make the world know what she was doing in here. She was able to keep her cool intact and rode through her climax in silence.

"Okay dear, as long as your okay," Richard said, and shrugged his shoulders as he walked away from the bathroom door.

"Oh you bastard, that was close!" Taryn said as she caught her breath, leaning up against the wall.

"I'm almost there! Get ready to kneel!" Owen said with hurried tone of voice.

"Master, please cum in me! I want to feel you cum deep inside me!" Taryn asked with a mournful tone of voice as she pleaded with Owen.

"Kneel!" Owen commanded as he pulled out of Taryn.

Taryn spun around and dropped to her knees before Owen. She opened her mouth to take him in her mouth but this time he just aimed his cock at her face and let the cum fly. Taryn closed her eyes just in time as the first blast landed on her left eyelid. Again and again ropes of cum washed over her face until Owen was spent and his knees got week from the intense cum.

"I'd better get outa here, see you tonight," Owen said as he stepped out of the shower. This let the water hit Taryn in the face, slowly washing away his cum from her face. "Love you, Slave," Owen said as he leaned back in and gave Taryn a peck on the lips.

"Love you too, Master," Taryn replied with a smile as she returned his kiss.

Owen picked up a town to dry himself off and Taryn was about to climb out and dry him off. Owen insisted that she stay and finish the shower, so everyone would think that she was taking a shower alone. Owen finished drying himself off and put his robe on when he was done. Opening the bathroom door carefully he looked up and down the hall making sure that nobody was coming. Confident that nobody would see him, he stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward his room.

Rosina's chin hit the floor when she saw her brother emerge from the bathroom. Her mother was supposedly in there alone and had said something about "Master." Something strange was going on here and she wanted to find out what it was. Why was her mother feeding her brother breakfast this morning? Why was her brother walking out of the bathroom looking freshly showered when her mother was in the shower? Could they actually have showered together? Rosina shook her head to get the unpalatable thought out of her mind. Shortly thereafter the shower stopped and not long after that did her mother emerge, also looking freshly showered. Rosina didn't know what to think but knew that she would keep an extra close eye on her mother and brother from now on.

Chapter Three: A Day At The Spa

Breakfast that morning was a quiet affair, with the family eating in silence. Taryn had to admit that she found her daughter's sideways glances, more than a little uncomfortable. Rosina kept looking at Taryn with a perceptive stare, almost as if she were trying to bore into her brain and leaf through its contents. Could her daughter somehow know about Owen's and her relationship? If so, how would she explain it to her daughter or even get her to keep quiet.

Richard seemed to be oblivious to these glances, but then he seemed to be oblivious to most things that happened around the house. Some days Taryn wondered he would be happier with a hide-a-bed in his office rather than bothering to come home. She held in her scowl as she looked at her husband and tried not to blame him for the situation she was in with their son. Though the thought crossed her mind, that if Richard had truly satisfied her sexually, could she have resisted Owen? Even if it were true, it was a mute point, for she was involved with Owen and he was her Master.

When Owen came in the dining room, Taryn felt her temperature rise. He kissed her in the typical way a son kisses his mother. That kiss was only a tease for what she really craved and only left her wanting more. She didn't dare grab him and kiss him in the way she wanted, even Richard would notice a deep, passionate kiss shared between mother and son. When Owen left, Taryn was left to cool down and not look too disappointed that he had left.

Taryn was so distracted with thoughts of her son that she didn't hear her husband and daughter get up. With a kiss and an "I love you, see you later," they were off. Now Taryn was alone in an empty house, and was left to gather up her nerve. The house wouldn't clean up itself, and with a groan, Taryn took one last sip of her coffee.

For the next hour Taryn cleaned and tidied up the house. It didn't take long, as she kept up on the housework but the family was adept at making a mess in record time, her husband being the worst. With a long sigh, the vacuum cleaner shut down as Taryn started to wind up the cord.

Taryn knew she was just delaying the inevitable, she was regretting her day at the spa. It was strange to regret a rare treat that she allowed herself. Her Master had told her to spend the day at the spa and treat herself, and she was happy to comply with that order. She was told to have her pussy shaved bare and her pubic hair above, trimmed into an "O". This order was not what she was dreading, though she didn't know how she would explain it to Richard. It was the order to try to have sex with the woman who trims her bush that she was dreading. Taryn had never in her life had sex with another woman and didn't know if she could go through with it. Thankfully, Master only ordered her to "Try," and not necessarily succeed; perhaps a little light flirting would be enough.

It was with this comfort that Taryn changed into a light, spring dress and walked out the front door. They lived in an upscale part of town and every convenience was within walking distance. It was a beautiful morning and the day seemed to beckon Taryn to go for a walk. The air was sweet with the lovely scent flowers on the breeze; the tree-lined streets were filled with people with the same idea. The streets were not too crowded, but there were enough people abounding to show life in the streets. It was a good day and by the time Taryn had arrived at the spa she had forgotten her troubles.

The spa was a quiet little storefront in a trendy part of town, not far from where Taryn lived. This was one of those streets that were filled with older buildings that had been fixed up, yet retaining their old charm. It had become one of those nifty shopping districts where all sorts of offbeat shops sprang up. It was for this reason that people loved to come here and walk the street, just window-shopping and seeing what was now available. Taryn was one of those people and regularly walked up and down the street, just taking in the sights.

The particular building that Taryn was entering was a two-story brick building that was much longer than it was wide. This was the norm on the street, and added to the charm with all the buildings packed so tightly together, shoulder-to-shoulder, as it were. The inside of the building looked fresh and new, with a nice cream colour dominating the entrance. The small waiting room occupied the entire front portion of the building, but only went back about ten feet. The two bay windows let in lots of light and seemed to light up the place on their own. In the middle was a tall desk with a single archway cut into the wall and a few feet beyond that was another wall so as to block your view of the back.

Nobody was there at the moment, so Taryn decided to look at the various paintings around the walls. They were all scenic pieces, and bursting with the colours of the four seasons. Taryn didn't have to wait long before she heard some noise coming from the back. The footsteps and chatter came louder and soon two women burst into view.

One women was smartly dressed in an expensive business suit, and the other was in hospital scrubs. The woman in the business suit walked in front of the counter and started fishing through her purse. The woman in the scrubs walked behind the counter and started tapping away on the computer. In short order the woman in the business suit had paid and walked briskly out of the spa, with a healthy glow about her. The woman in the scrubs then turned her attention to Taryn and smiled broadly.

"Taryn? Taryn Thompson?" the woman in the scrubs asked with an excited, yet questioning tone of voice.

Taryn had to give her a second glance as to see who she was. The woman standing behind the counter wearing the hospital scrubs was a tall, Italian, busty, woman, with a slender figure that even the drab, functional outfit couldn't hide. Her black hair fell to her shoulder-blades in a thick yet strait manner but was tied back in a ponytail. As she looked over the pretty face of this woman and took in her brown eyes, she then had a spark of recognition.

"Karen?" Taryn asked with a smile on her face.

"Yeah! Good to see you! I haven't seen you in ages!" Karen said with giddy glee as she walked toward Taryn with arms outstretched.

Taryn flashed back and suddenly remembered Karen's story. They were not that dissimilar, in the fact that they were both married to successful lawyers. Or rather that they both were, married to successful lawyers. Karen's story is a story of how a picture-perfect life can smash in an instant. Karen had been married to Tony Basilone, a partner in Richard's firm, and the two were good friends. Taryn had seen Karen at many of the firm's functions and had a good, but not especially tight friendship. Karen and Tony had a daughter, Veronica, who was finishing up high school this year. Karen had started this spa as a hobby, a reason to get out of the house and fill her days with something other than housework. When she started it, it didn't need to be successful; it didn't even need to pay for itself. That was until Tony swiftly divorced Karen and married a much younger lawyer in the office. Now this little spa needed to support: itself, Karen and Veronica. Karen didn't get anything from Tony other than the business because of some prenuptial agreement, and a bit of legal trickery. After the divorce a few years ago Karen just sort-of dropped off the radar and lost touch with Taryn.

"So this is where you're hiding out?" Taryn asked as she gave the room an obvious glance. "I never knew that this was your spa!" she said with astonishment as the two women hugged a friendly hello.

Perhaps it was the order that Master had given her, but Taryn was very aware of Karen's body. Taryn could feel the heat from Karen's lovely body that was now pressed up tightly against her in the friendly embrace. There was nothing sexual about the embrace, as it was simply a warm greeting between friends. That didn't stop Taryn from momentarily wondering what she was wearing under those scrubs. With a shake of her head, Taryn pushed the nasty and troubling thought out of her mind.

"Yeah, this is mine," Karen said with a chipper tone of voice as she smiled to herself, glancing around the room. "About all I own, these days," she added with a somber sigh that somehow slipped out.

There was an awkward pause as Karen broke the embrace and took a seat in the many chairs scattered around the exterior of the room. Taryn didn't know just what to say, just what she was supposed to say. After a moment she spoke up and said what was on her mind.

"I should have made a better effort to contact you," Taryn said sympathetically as she sat down beside Karen.

"Hey, I know where you live and I never dropped by once," Karen said as she picked up Taryn's hand and held it.

"How are you and Veronica doing? Do you live nearby?" Taryn asked with her voice full of compassion and empathy as she looked into her friend's eyes.

"Oh, were doing okay, this place keeps food on the table and a roof over our heads, literally, we live downstairs. We turned the basement into an apartment after the divorce. One of the last, nice things Tony did," Karen said and sighed heavily, looking down and looking quite ashamed. "I can't believe how far I've fallen."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of!" Taryn said forcefully as she shook Karen's hand and waited until their eyes met before they continued. "That bastard left you for a bimbo! You were the perfect wife! By the time he realizes that, it'll be too late. Just let him try and find a woman as great as you!" she said with certainty as she looked up and huffed in disgust.

"Thanks." Karen said as she hugged Taryn once more, quite tightly and let a few tears drop onto her friend's shoulders. "I guess I needed to hear that," she said gratefully and smiled warmly at Taryn.

"You're welcome," Taryn replied graciously.

"This is terrible for business! I shouldn't be blubbering all over a customer! What did you come in for?" Karen said as she wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up straight.

"I came in for the works! Richard has far too much money and I need a day of pampering! I didn't know this was your place or I would have come in sooner," Taryn said proudly as she sat up straighter.

"Great, I'll give you a good discount, it's been a little slow this week," Karen said as she stood up and walked toward the desk.

"DISCOUNT!" Taryn said with her voice thick of disgust. "I won't hear of it! Didn't you hear me, I said Richard has too much money, so I insist you give me the works and hose me for it to boot!" she said firmly as she walked up to the counter and the pair of women shared a conspiratorial giggle.

"I've never had a customer ask me to OVERCHARGE them before!" Karen replied in shock. "But I like the way you think," she added with a giddy grin on her face as she continued to tap away at the computer.

It wasn't long before Taryn's day at the spa began. From one area to the next Taryn and Karen went; Taryn felt very relaxed through the course of it. All manner of odd, yet relaxing things Taryn was subjected to, and all through it she was floating on a cloud. It wasn't until they entered the "waxing room" that Taryn tensed up. In a flash Taryn remembered all that Master had told her, she sighed deeply as she looked around the room.

"Take the robe off and have a seat," Karen said in a casual manner as she pointed at the table in the middle of the room.

The room wasn't that large and looked not that dissimilar to a doctor's office. The table looked shockingly similar to a Gynecologist's exam table. Taryn stood in the doorway and looked at the exam table and then over to Karen with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, Yeah, I got it from a Gyneo's office, alright. I find it's perfect for the waxing and trimming," Karen said with a frustrated sigh and shook her head and looked at Taryn, who still didn't move. "Just hop up there, will ya," she said with a chuckle as she pointed at the exam table.

Taryn chuckled nervously and then removed her robe, before hopping up on the exam table. Feeling self-conscious was an understatement as Taryn laid there with her feet in the stirrups. Karen pulled up a stool that was on wheels and sat right between Taryn's legs. Looking down between her legs and seeing her friend causally examining her most private of areas was an odd sight for Taryn. Karen looked at Taryn's groin area with the keen eye of a professional before looking up into Taryn's eyes.

"Geez woman, who did the hack job on you?" Karen asked with a slight shudder as she pointed at Taryn's pussy.

"Okay! It's been awhile since I've trimmed!" Taryn huffed with a defensive tone of voice and a slightly offended scowl on her face.

"Well it's a good thing that you came in and let a professional handle this," Karen said soothingly as she lightly ran her fingers through Taryn's pubic hair. "What did you want done down here?" she asked as she continued to run her fingers through the soft, curly hair of Taryn's nether region.

Taryn was surprised at how casually and calmly Karen was touching her most intimate of places. Taryn had to tell herself that because of the many times Karen had done this must be the reason that she was so comfortable with the female form. Taryn didn't know how comfortable she would be if their places were reversed. At that moment Taryn had an image flash across her mind of that very thing. Taryn shook her head to get the image of nude Karen spread before her, out of her mind.

"Well I want the bottom shaved completely and the upper portion shaved into an 'O'," Taryn said with a nervous flavor to her voice that she tried to keep out.

"Excuse me?" Karen asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"I want you to shave this completely," Taryn said as she ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy, getting a secret charge out of doing so in front of Karen. "But, up here, I want you to shave it into the shape of an 'O'," she said as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair above her pussy.

"I understood what you said but why an 'O'?" Karen asked curiously, as she looked at Taryn and waited for a response.

"I . . . I have my reasons, please just do it and don't ask why," Taryn said in an uncomfortable manner with a slight frown on her face.

"You're the customer, so I'll do what you say," Karen said as she put her hands up in surrender. "So we're shaving this completely," Karen said as she lightly ran a knuckle over Taryn's slit, causing Taryn to shudder as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. "And we're shaving this into an 'O', right?" Karen asked with a knowing sparkle in her eye as she ran her fingers through Taryn's patch of pubic hair.

"Yes," Taryn said with a slight hiss in her voice as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

For some reason this close intimate contact from her old friend was exciting her in ways she never imagined. Just the light touches here and there that she had received had fired up her imagination. Taryn hoped that her excitement would not be obvious and she tried to think of anything non-erotic. Karen set to work right away, starting off with a typical bikini-wax before moving on to Taryn's specific demands. Even though the pain of the waxing was present, it was the soft, tender touch of Karen's expert hands that Taryn couldn't help but find erotic.

Things got worse for Taryn when Karen began to shave her pussy. Every movement and contact brought Taryn pleasure, as with each pass of the razor, her pussy became more sensitive. Even Karen's breath that passed over her nether region was excruciatingly pleasurable. Once or twice Taryn even let out a mew or coo of approval, with the only acknowledgement from Karen being a knowing smirk.

Once Karen started to trim the patch of pubic hair, Taryn thought she would be safe, but this was not the case. For one, Karen used an electric trimmer and made sure to keep the vibrations to a maximum. As well the odd, carelessly placed thumb would pass over Taryn's pussy lips or clitoris. Taryn had to bite her lip in order to keep herself from moaning during this teasing and trimming.

"There, done," Karen said with a sparkle as she turned off the trimmer and put it down beside her. "What do you think?" she asked as she held up a mirror and showed Taryn her own pussy.

"Great, Thanks," Taryn said as she looked over her pussy in the mirror and ran her fingers over it.

"See, we trimmed this up," Karen said as she traced the 'O' shaped pubic patch. "And we shaved this bald," she said as she ran her finger up Taryn's pussy.

For a frightening moment, Karen traced her finger up and down Taryn's pussy leisurely. Taryn was conflicted for on one hand she wanted this caressing to stop, but another part of her wanted it to continue. Karen looked at Taryn in the eye with a sparkle in her own and continued to caress and pet Taryn's now moist pussy.

"You like this don't you?" Karen asked with a knowing glint in her eye and a slightly husky tone of voice.

"I . . . it looks lovely, yes," Taryn said nervously as she smiled at Karen, trying to hide her nervous excitement.

It was the look in Karen's eyes that had Taryn scared, for she could see that Karen was interested. At the very least, Karen liked teasing Taryn and enjoyed the predicament that Taryn was in. What scared Taryn the most was the fact that she might actually be able to seduce Karen. Taryn was still unsure if she could actually have sex with Karen but she still had to at least try, Master's orders were very specific. Perhaps if Karen brought her off, that would be enough to satisfy both herself and Master's order.

"No, silly . . . you like, this, don't you?" Karen said as she then slipped her finger inside Taryn's pussy lips and ran her finger up to Taryn's clitoris.

"Ooooooh Yess!" Taryn hissed out as the simple caress brought her intense pleasure.

"It's okay, a lot of women can't help but get excited over having their pussies shaved," Karen said soothingly as she continued the obvious teasing of Taryn's pussy. "Would you like me to bring you off?" she asked as she leaned forward and lightly blew on Taryn's clitoris.

"Ooooooooh GOD YEEESSSSS!!" Taryn hissed out in a desperate whine as her pelvis started to twitch, twist and convulse.

"Just relax, honey, this won't take long," Karen said confidently with a chuckle as she thrust her index finger into Taryn's pussy.

"Is this something you do for every client?" Taryn asked as she looked down at Karen lovingly; her body was quickly becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Sometimes it is necessary to 'take the edge off' of a client," Karen said with a smirk on her face before she added with a chuckle, "You should see what I do for those women who tip heavily!" Karen laughed knowingly and winked at Taryn, hoping she would share in the joke.

"We'll I'm paying DOUBLE, so EAT ME!" Taryn said with a determined growl before she reached up and grabbed two handfuls of black hair and pulled Karen's face to her heated pussy.

"Hang on a second! I don't eat pussy! I'm not a dyke! Let me go!" Karen protested and urged, but the words didn't come out as anything intelligent.

Karen quickly realized that with her lips pressed so tightly against Taryn's pussy that like it or not, she was eating her friend's pussy. Karen struggled for another moment to break free but knew that even this effort to break free was simply resulting in her reluctantly munching on her friend's rug. She cursed Taryn inside her head and resigned herself to the reluctant lesbian experience.

She reached out with her tongue and licked the inside of Taryn's pussy-lips for the first time, eliciting a sigh of approval from Taryn. When her tongue returned to her mouth Karen found that the new taste it brought with it, was sweet and to her liking. Conflicted, yet reluctantly she went back for more of the delicious nectar. It wasn't long before Karen was licking and sucking at Taryn's pussy of her own desire, Taryn's hands returning to her sides. Karen had a need to make Taryn cum, she had a hunger to bring this woman to orgasm with just her lips and tongue.

Taryn felt incredible yet sick to her stomach as she looked down between her legs and saw her old friend eating her out. Even though the pleasure that was shooting through her was undeniable, she couldn't get over the fact that another woman was bringing her this pleasure. This was not something that Taryn would have expected to like in a million years, but indeed she was fast approaching orgasm.

It was the thumb glancing over her ass that was the final push that sent Taryn over the edge. Karen squealed with excitement on the inside as Taryn's pelvis bucked up into her face a few times. Taryn was ever so close to popping her cork, and Karen knew it. With the excitement of the moment Karen did three things at once: pushed a finger deep into Taryn's pussy, sucked hard on Taryn's clitoris, and brushed her thumb over Taryn's asshole.

"CUUUMMIINNNG!!!" Taryn screamed as she grasped Karen's head once more and mashed her friends face into her pussy as her orgasm hit her.

Karen lapped up madly at Taryn's pussy, trying to get every last drop of the sweet nectar that she now loved. No longer did she care about whether or not she should be eating another woman's pussy, all she cared about was savoring more of that sweet taste. Soon Taryn's orgasm subsided and slumped down and breathed deeply and quickly, trying to recover.

"That was incredible, thank you!" Taryn said dreamily as she looked down at her friend who was still lapping away at her pussy.

"You seemed to enjoy that," Karen said as she paused her licking of Taryn's pussy enough to smile up at her friend.

"You want a turn?" Taryn asked with a glint in her eye.

"No, we should move along, I have a business to run," Karen said as she stood up and wiped her face clean with a nearby towel.

Taryn didn't know what made her say it, surely this would be enough to satisfy her Master's demands. Karen had both shaved her pussy as directed and eaten her out. Something else within Taryn wanted to give something back to Karen, to repay her for the pleasure received with pleasure in kind. It didn't seem right for her to have a wonderful orgasm like this and Karen to receive nothing. As well there was a dark part of herself that was curious about what a woman tasted like? What would it be like to actually eat out another woman? If she ever wanted to find out, this was the time; it was now or never.

"C'mon, it's your turn! You've more than earned it, you were amazing! How many times have you done that before!" Taryn said with a great big smile on her face as she untangled her weary legs from the stirrups of the exam table.

"No, really, that's okay I don't need a turn, let's just get moving along!" Karen said nervously as she started for the door, wanting some space from Taryn just now.

"Don't be silly!" Taryn said as she quickly caught up with Karen and grabbed her arm to stop her. "You've made me cum and I think it's only fair that I do the same for you," Taryn said as she tugged a reluctant Karen back toward the exam table.

"No! Really, I don't need you to, I'm fine!" Karen protested nervously but still found herself standing between the stirrups.

"I'm paying double so I say that it is!" Taryn said as she boldly reached up and untied the band on Karen's scrubs. "Now hop up there!" Taryn ordered as she let the scrubs drop to the floor.

"NO! Let's go!" Karen protested again but in response all Taryn did was push heavily on Karen's chest and she found herself sitting on the exam table.

There was a tear in Karen's eye as she sat there completely nude from the waist down. She looked up at Taryn's determined face as her friend stood right before her and breathed deeply. With one last glare, a final protest died on her tongue. Silently Taryn pushed Karen back softly, yet firmly, and for the first time Karen found herself lying on her own exam table. Taryn lifted each of Karen's legs and placed them in each stirrup.

Taryn smiled to herself as she looked at Karen who laid there expectantly with a fearful look in her eye. Even at that heated moment it was not lost on Taryn that she had made Karen lie down when she didn't want to. While Karen only needed a little nudge to get her to the exam table, Taryn was the one who gave her that nudge. That fact was not lost on her even now as she pulled up the stool to look at her first pussy up close.

"This is the first time I've been this close to a pussy," Taryn said as she leaned in and examined Karen's neatly trimmed pussy.

"You were the first pussy I ate, too," Karen said in a comforting tone of voice as she looked at her friend who by now had started to lightly stroke and caress her pussy.

"You were really good at it, I hope I'm half as good," Taryn chuckled nervously as she leaned in to begin the task at hand.

Taryn's tongue snaked out nervously and licked up the slit from the bottom to the top. A groan of approval escaped Karen's lips as Taryn's tongue flicked across her clitoris. The taste that Taryn was rewarded with was sweet and very much to her liking. This realization was at the same time both frightening and exhilarating. Taryn felt that she might actually like this, eating out another woman; she knew she was too far along to stop herself now. Her first lick was followed by another, then another until it didn't seem strange to Taryn to be licking another woman's pussy. Every so often Taryn would flick her tongue across Karen's sensitive little clit.

Karen would groan and deep moan of approval whenever this would happen. Tony was a man who had, on occasion eaten her out and she liked what he did a great deal. This was different and better at the same time. Perhaps it was the fact that she had not had sex in year, or perhaps it was the taboo of having sex with a woman. Whatever the reason, Karen liked this experience much better than any time with her ex-husband!

"Oh Taryn, eeeeaaaaat meeeee!" Karen said in a needy whine as she began to stroke Taryn's head as the woman ate her out.

"I am honey, I am!" Taryn said with a slur, as her lips never left contact with Karen's pussy.

"Lower drawer! Lower drawer!" Karen said as she pointed emphatically at a nearby rolling cabinet.

"What?" Taryn asked as she stopped eating Karen out to ask for clarification.

"I have a vibrator in this lower drawer! Get it! Use it!" Karen said with the passion of a heated woman, as she pointed at the cabinet in question.

Taryn then smiled knowingly as she retrieved the vibrator in question from the cabinet drawer. It was nothing special, just a plain white, ordinary six-inch vibrator. With a twist of the bottom the device sprang to life, humming and pulsing in Taryn's hand. This was a device that Taryn knew how to use, for she had to use one on a regular basis on herself to satisfy her desires.

Taryn started out slowly tracing the slit of the pussy from the bottom to the top, circling the clit when she was there. Down the slit she moved the device until the entrance to Karen's pussy was there. Instead of plunging it inside as Karen had anticipated, Taryn darted off to the side, tracing the insides of Karen's thighs with the buzzing, pleasure device. Taryn kept up this sporadic teasing now and again and soon had Karen moaning in a needy whine.

"Fuck me!" Karen finally moaned out in an almost cry.

With that, Taryn thrust the device into Karen's pussy as deep as it would go, and withdrew the device just as fast. Karen's moan's turned to screams as Taryn kept up the frenzied pace of madly thrusting the vibrator. What turned up the pressure even more on poor Karen was the fact that Taryn began to lick and flick her tongue across Karen's clit.

"YOU BITCH! CUUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGG!!!!" Karen screamed as she grabbed the back of Taryn's head and tried valiantly to pull her head inside her pussy.

Karen was quite vocal as she screamed obscenities throughout her climax. If it wasn't for the fact that Karen's feet were in the stirrups her legs would be tightly clamped around Taryn's head. Karen felt as if her whole being was sucked out of her pussy and into her friend's waiting mouth. Taryn was cruel in the fact that she never stopped her sucking on Karen's clit, nor her thrusting of her vibrator. With one last scream and an arching of her back, Karen fell silent and slumped down on the exam table.

Taryn felt a sense of pride that she could make another woman cum so hard that she passed out! She licked up what remaining juices she could find before she pulled herself up and wiped off her face. By the time Karen started to stir, Taryn was already in her robe and standing beside Karen.

"Oh gez, honey, I needed that!" Karen said breathlessly as she looked up at Taryn with a weary smile.

"You're welcome, I was just returning the favor," Taryn said as she stroked Karen's head while smiling lovingly at her old friend and new lover.

"I think you gave better than you got!" Karen said with a chuckle as she leaned up and kissed Taryn on the lips.

What surprised Taryn most about the kiss wasn't the suddenness or the unexpectedness of it, but rather how good and natural it felt. With all that they had shared and experienced together, it seemed only fitting to kiss. When the simple peck on the lips was over both women smiled warmly at each other for a moment. It was Taryn who leaned in and kissed Karen on the lips this time and this time it was a lingering, loving kiss. As both women were heating up and really getting into the passionate kiss, something brought them out of their private moment.

"Hello?" came a faint shout from the front of the spa. "Anyone there?" the faint voice repeated.

"Damn, a customer," Karen sighed as she broke the kiss. "Be there in a minute!" Karen shouted as Taryn helped her up and off of the exam bed.

"You take care of her, I'll be out front in a bit," Taryn said as Karen quickly pulled on her hospital scrub pants and kissed Taryn one last time, snaking her tongue into Karen's mouth.

"Go on!" Taryn said as she smacked Karen on the as playfully as Karen rushed out the door.

Taryn walked to the change room, found her clothes, casually put them on before walking to the front. On the way she passed Karen and an older woman walking towards the change room. Taryn had intended to simply wait for Karen to finish up before paying and leaving. When she got to the front she found another woman standing there, looking lost.

"Oh hi, I was thinking about treating myself," the young woman said in a nervous tone of voice.

"Well, sh . . ." Taryn started to explain that Karen was in the back but quickly bit her tongue as an idea hit her. "You certainly have come to the right place to treat yourself," Taryn said with a bright smile and in a warm and welcoming manner.

"I was thinking of just a facial," the young woman said tentatively, in a slightly timid manner. "But I've never had one before, what's involved?" she asked curiously.

"Oh there's a number of things we can do for your face," Taryn said in a cheery manner before she started to explain all the things that Karen had just done to her face.

Since Taryn had a good memory and had just been treated to the works, she could easily explain what the spa had to offer. It didn't take that long for Karen to get the old woman settled in the first station of the spa. Karen got a mild shock to see Taryn standing behind the counter talking to the young woman, looking as if she belonged there.

"Hello," Karen said with a queer look on her face and a slightly raised eyebrow as she glanced between the young woman and Taryn.

"Hello, Sue here has decided to treat herself to a facial, but I convinced her to go for the works with regards to her face." Taryn said with a charming smile as she gestured to the young woman with one hand.

"A good choice, you need to take care of your face, after all, it is what you show the world," Karen said with a smile, trying to hide her shock. "Come with me and we'll get started," she said as she gestured toward the back of the building.

That started a steady stream of customers and after the first few Taryn got the hang of how to talk to them. She seemed to be able to sense what each woman wanted, beyond what they came in for. As well she began to get an eye for what each woman needed to have done and even started to make suggestions. Time flew by as Taryn was enjoying herself, "playing hostess" as she called it. Later that afternoon a young woman walked into the front door like she owned the place, giving Taryn a strange look.

"Hello dear, what can we do for you today?" Taryn greeted the woman warmly, like she had greeted all the customers that day.

"Excuse me?" the pretty, young, Italian teenager asked Taryn with a strange look on her face.

The young woman looked to be in her late teens, somewhere around Rosina's age. Her olive skin, brown eyes and black hair that fell to her waist, made obvious her Italian heritage. She stood just a little taller than Taryn and was quite curvy and well shaped. Though, like Taryn she had a little extra weight on her, but carried that weight well. Instead of being collected at her middle or on her rump, it was evenly disbursed around her body. With the slightly larger figure of this woman came larger than average breasts. It seemed that this woman wasn't self-conscious of her body one bit as she wore form-fitting jeans and a tight t-shirt. Every last curve on this young woman was clearly evident and Taryn couldn't help but trace them with her eyes, admiring her body. A small backpack was slung over one shoulder as she continued to saunter toward Taryn.

"What did you come in for, just a facial perhaps?" Taryn asked as the teen walked toward Taryn with the same strange look on her face.

"I live here. Where's mom?" the teen asked as she eyed up Taryn with a dubious expression on her face. "Who are you?" she asked as she walked behind the counter and stood next to Taryn, dropping her backpack on a nearby chair.

"Veronica! My you've grown! It's been years since I've seen you but my you have grown into quite a beautiful young lady!" Taryn said warmly as Veronica rested an arm on the counter.

"That was creepy. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Veronica asked in an ever so slightly annoyed manner.

"I'm Taryn, a friend of your mother's. My husband works at the same law firm that your father does. I came in to treat myself, and ended up helping out," Taryn said with a bright tone of voice, ignoring Veronica's attitude.

"A friend of dad's, great," Veronica huffed and rolled her eyes.

"No! I am a friend of your mother's. My husband happens to work with your father," Taryn repeated firmly and gave Veronica a gruff look.

"A friend of my mother's, eh? How come I haven't seen you in years?" Veronica asked daringly as she leaned in toward Taryn, waiting for an answer.

"After the divorce, we just, sort-of, lost touch I guess," Taryn admitted with a slightly weakened manner, looking saddened by that point. "I'm glad that I found her again though," she said and smiled warmly at Veronica.

Before Veronica could respond in anyway, the noise from the back made plain that Karen was coming up with a customer. Both Taryn and Veronica kept quiet as Karen finished up with the customer and watched the woman leave before anyone said anything.

"You're here sweetheart. How was school?" Karen asked as she and Veronica exchanged kisses on the cheek.

"Fine," Veronica said as she smiled at her mother before glancing at Taryn. "I met your friend here," she said with a, barely pleasant, tone of voice.

"Yeah, she came in for the works and ended up working the front. I didn't even ask her!" Karen said with astonishment before turning to face Taryn, "Thanks again, I don't know what I would have done without you today!" she said as she hugged Taryn tightly for a moment before breaking the embrace, "You really were a life-saver."

"I loved it! It was much more fun than hanging around the house all day!" Taryn chuckled and then reached for her purse that had been stowed under the counter. "I guess I should pay and leave. My brood will be home soon and they can be grumpy if I don't feed them quickly." she chuckled as she pulled out her bank card.

"Absolutely not! After all you've done today I can't think of charging you!" Karen said as firmly as she shook her head defiantly.

"I am a customer and I demand that you take my money!" Taryn said with equal determination as she thrust her bank card at Karen.

"No! You've eared it!" Karen said with a slight scowl on her face as she pushed Taryn's bank cared back at Taryn.

"I want to pay," Taryn said sincerely, with a serious look in her eye.

"Okay, but I can't possibly charge you more than full price." Karen said as she started to tap away at the keys of the computer.

"We agreed on double price!" Taryn said sternly as she poked Karen's shoulder.

"HEY LADY, we don't need your charity!" Veronica snapped at Taryn with a dirty scowl on her face.

"It's not cha . . ." Taryn started to defend but Karen spoke up quickly.

"She's right, full price and not a penny more!" Karen said with a stern and serious look in her eye.

"Alright," Taryn said, throwing her hands up in surrender, and paid quickly.

"It is good to see you, Taryn," Karen said as she gave Taryn one last hug before Tarn walked toward the door.

"See you tomorrow," Taryn said with a sparkle in her eye and winked at Karen.

"Tomorrow?" Karen asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I had so much fun today, I've decided to give you a hand during the days, if you'll have me that is," Taryn said with a friendly tone of voice as she stood tall.

"I can't pay you much," Karen said sheepishly, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"You don't have to pay me anything. You remember why you started this place, don't you? You needed a reason to get out of the house more than you needed the money. I'm the same way, my kids are grown and don't need me to mother them anymore. I am bored silly, hanging around the house these days, it'll do me good." Taryn said with a sincere tone of voice and a warm smile.

"Fine, but I'm not charging you for any more services you use!" Karen said sternly, with her hands firmly on her hips before she broke into laughter. "Bless you Taryn Thompson!" Karen said with a gratified look on her face and a tear in her eye.

"I love you too, Karen, see you tomorrow." Taryn said and left the spa before Karen could respond.

With that Taryn walked home with a spring in her step. She felt confident, happy and pleased with herself. It had been a very long time since she had any sort of job and was looking forward to the challenge. The work didn't seem like work and she was ever so truthful when she said she needed something to fill her days with other than dust-bunnies.

When she arrived home, it was the sight of Owen's bedroom that reminded her of her Master. She smiled to herself as she thought that she would have an ever so exciting story to tell him. She was pleased with herself for all she had accomplished that day. The fact that she had had sex with Karen didn't bother her at all. In fact the incident was a strange source of pride; she had done so on the orders of her Master. He would be pleased with her for doing so, she knew it. After changing into fresh clothes she headed down to the kitchen to start dinner for Owen and Rosina. She didn't expect Richard home until late, she never expected him home at dinnertime, but once in a while he did surprise her. She looked at the clock and knew that time was short, her kids would be home soon.

Evening would be interesting and she wondered what Master had planned. He told her that he would inspect her to see if she had complied with his orders. Taryn hoped that the inspection would lead to sex, as she needed to be with him again. She already felt herself getting wet just anticipating his arrival, he was a drug that she needed. Sex would be interesting with Rosina around and Taryn wondered how they would do anything without raising Rosina's suspicions. That little matter Taryn would leave to Master to figure out, she trusted him completely and would do anything he asked. She only hoped that she could live with what he would make her do, the fact that she would comply was a forgone conclusion.