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   MRWADE.320                                                      By Master Wade

                                   

                                   

                                      Sharing Maria

                                    

                         Copyright Wade Mondegam, 1995

                                   

                                    

     "Technically, yes, it is illegal.  But you can do it for me, I'm sure.  It's

   a small favor that I ask.  All things considered."  I lifted one of the cigars

   from it's box in the walk-in humidor and breathed in the aroma of fine

   Dominican tobaccos.

     "Yes, you are quite right.  You are serious, then?"  The owner of the

   shop was a handsome man, by most women's standards, and had been a

   friend for many years.  My wife liked him very much.

     "Yes, of course.  Oh, I'll smoke them as well, but mainly I want them

   to fuck her with.  I can't fuck a Cuban wife with a Dominican Churchill,

   now can I?  And I did promise that I'd bring you a "flavored" one."

     "Will Maria know that you're doing that?   Flavoring one for me to

   have?"  Don blushed a little, but I knew he liked that idea.

     "Yes, of course.  She'll enjoy doing that for you.  But she'll be a bit

   shy about it, so I don't know that you should mention it to her.  But you'll

   both know, won't you?"

     "Yes, and that will be a pleasure, for sure.  I'll have them for you in

   about two weeks.  You're a lucky man, old friend."

     "Indeed I am.  Well, thanks.  Now I think I'll go home to that

   incredibly sexy wife.  See you in a couple of weeks."

   

     Maria and I had been married for several years.  Our relationship

   was a very special one, and we were much more than husband and wife to

   each other.  I was Maria's Master, and she was my owned slave.

     The Master/slave part of our relationship was not something that we

   divulged easily, certainly not to people we lived around and worked with. 

   But there were some special friends who also enjoyed those kinds of

   relationships whose company we enjoyed.  Don was not one of them, but

   he had been a friend of mine for so many years that I seldom kept anything

   from him.

     Our voyage into the seas of D/s had been a thing of beauty, as far as

   I was concerned.  Maria is one of those very unique women who is

   genuinely submissive and who recognizes her need to be totally owned and

   to serve her Master completely.   In addition to that, she is a beautiful and

   very intelligent woman who is a joy to be around, under any and all

   circumstances.

     Our relationship was a highly sexual one, but not even our D/s

   relationship was 100% sexual.  Maria's submission enveloped her whole

   relationship to me.  She did not "play" at being my slave.  She WAS my

   slave. And I, loving the depth of her commitment to me, and the beauty of

   her total surrender, reveled in the time consuming and not always easy, but

   extremely rewarding task of being her Master.

     Actually, Maria and I had been developing our D/s relationship for

   some time before I realized just how complete her devotion was.  Perhaps it

   deepened, as her trust in me deepened, I don't know.  But she was like an

   opening flower, continually revealing more of her beautiful nature to me.

     If you ask how much of Maria's nature is related to her national

   heritage, I will be unable to say.  She moved to the United States at the time

   of the revolution in Cuba, when only two  years old, so while she is most

   definitely Cuban, she is also American, and not so different from other

   American women, in most ways.

     As an example of  the wonderful revelations which came to me as

   our relationship deepened, let me relate an instance which happened fairly

   early on.

     I awoke one summer morning to the sound of birds chirping outside

   our bedroom window, and the feeling of my wife's mouth engulfing my

   semi-erect cock.  Not a bad way to begin the day, if you know what I mean. 

   The only problem was that I rather badly needed to urinate, and I knew

   that I would enjoy her pleasuring me more, if I took care of that first.

   

     "Let me go to the bathroom, Precious," I said, and you can start over

   when I get back.  Okay?"

     "Oh, stay, Master," she said, lacing her accent with just a bit more

   Spanish than it really had, knowing that I liked it when she did.  "Just lay

   here and let's see what happens."

     I chuckled softly.  "I know what's going to happen if I don't get up

   right away," I said.  "What you're doing feels great.  But I really have to

   pee."

     "Just do it slowly, Master, and I think I can keep up."

     I ran her words over in my mind, wondering if I was hearing what I

   was hearing.  "In your mouth?", I asked, looking down at her.

     "Wouldn't you like to?," she asked, smiling, and squirming her ass a

   bit.  She always does that when she's hot.

     "Well, yeah.  I mean, sure I would.  And it's okay with you?"

     "I really want you to, Master.  I haven't done it for a man before, but

   I've been practicing a little, to make sure that I could do it for you.  Please?"

     "There's going to be a lot of it, Maria.  Are you sure?"

     "Yes, my darling Master.  I want all of it.  I'll let you know if you go

   to fast, but I'll swallow fast too.  Okay?  Can I?  Please, Master?"

     

     I laid my head back on the pillow and began to relax the muscles

   that had been holding back the flow.  I felt Maria's lips tighten on my

   cock in anticipation, and then released the first stream of piss into her

   mouth.  I wish I could tell you the feeling that it gave me to release myself

   into her mouth.  It has become a morning ritual for us, and is always very

   pleasurable.  But on that first morning, when I had no idea that my

   adorable wife would service me in such an unselfish and deeply devoted

   way, it was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.

     Since that morning, Maria's taking of my piss has been a regular

   part of our relationship.  While I don't piss in her every time I need to go,  I

   do take advantage of her willingness regularly, at many other times other

   than her morning "feedings".  We both understand that it is an unusual

   thing, and that it can sometimes be almost humorous, but we don't take it

   lightly, or laugh about it.  It is an intensely intimate gift which she gives

   me, and one which only makes me love her more.

     I suppose it was Maria's early willingness to do this taboo act for

   me which gave me the courage to ask for other things which are taboo in

   most anyone's book.  To my delight, my Cuban slavegirl has had many of

   the same fantasies as I have, and so far, there has been nothing I have

   asked of her that she will not give me.  By the way, let me stress that I

   often mention that Maria is Cuban because it gives me so much pleasure. 

   It is an important part of who she is, and I adore that part of her.

     Oddly enough, one of the things we came to rather late in our

   relationship is not nearly as infrequent, or as taboo, as some of the other

   things that we have done, and still do.  Perhaps we came to it late because

   it is something which requires a great deal of trust to make work properly. 

   Whatever the reason, it has become one of, if not my most favorite thing.

   I'm referring to seeing Maria with other men.

     I knew from the very start that Maria was something of an

   exhibitionist.  I loved that about her, and enjoyed the wonderful way that

   she teased me, even before we got married.  Once my relationship as her

   Master was secure, I made sure that she was shown off often, always

   discretely, and usually rather modestly, but on a continous basis.  I chose

   clothing for her that worked well for this purpose, and we often spent

   weekends in adjoining cities, where we could be a bit more free than in our

   own town.

     It was at a New Years Eve party that I realized how much it excited

   me to see other men touch her.  There was a band and everyone was

   dancing.  Many of our friends were there, and of course many of them

   wanted to dance with my beautiful wife.  I discovered, a little to my

   surprise, that I wanted more for her to dance with other men, than I wanted

   to dance with her myself.  Especially on the slow numbers.

     This was not the kind of party, nor was it attended by the kind of

   people, where anything beyond proper dancing, etc. would take place.  But

   it opened my eyes to something that I knew I wanted to see.

     I don't know why it was difficult for me to talk with Maria about

   my desire to see her with other men, but it was.  I could and did talk to her

   about a whole host of things, many of them very bizarre and unusual, and

   enjoyed doing it.  But this, somehow, had too much power in it.  Perhaps it

   was power to hurt me, or perhaps there was a fear that I might lose her.  I

   don't know what it was, but rather than bringing it up openly, I endeavored

   to work her into it in a slow, deliberate fashion.

     On one of our trips out of town, I suggested that we go to a bar we

   had visited one other time.  Except this time, I suggested that I wanted to

   watch Maria tease some of the men there by sitting alone at the bar and

   showing more than usual of her beautiful tanned legs.  We had done

   something similar to this before, so she readily agreed.

     I picked out a really sexy dress for her to wear which I had never let

   her wear outside the house before.  It was much too short, really, and in

   addition, was very low cut, so that the tops of her breasts were totally

   revealed.  I loved having her dress up in it at home for me, and I had taken

   many rolls of photographs of her posing in various ways while she had it

   on.  I think she knew that something was up when I laid it out on the bed

   for her, but she didn't say anything.  Under the dress she wore a cream

   colored bra and panty outfit, and nothing else.  She looked fantastic in it,

   especially after she put the high heels on.

     

     "You go in ahead of me," I instructed, as held the car door open for

   her, and watched her swing her wonderful legs out of the car.  "Take a seat

   at the bar and order a drink.  I'll take a table over by the dance floor, where

   I will be able to see you at the bar.  I don't have to tell you what to do, and I

   do want you to do it well.  And, if anyone wants to dance, by all means,

   dance with them.  I'll ask you to dance from time to time too, so I can let

   you know how you're doing.  Now, show those legs real good for your

   Master."

     "It will be a little hard not to in this dress, Master.  But I'll please

   you, I'm sure.  This is really going to be fun.  Thank you, my wonderful

   Master," she said, smiling and kissing me softly.

   

     It was a perfect night for our little adventure.  The bar was busy, but

   not especially crowded.  And there seemed to be at least twice as many

   men there as women, and most of them were without dates.  Maria drew

   their attention immediately, and became the focus of more than one man's

   attention.

     The dress was almost too much, considering the high bar stools and

   the struggle it was for Maria to crawl up on them.  But she was able to

   get on and off without her panties showing, and that was the limit that was

   acceptable.  The men couldn't decide whether to look at her legs or down

   her dress, and I smiled to myself as I watched them and savored the effect

   this decision making process was having on them.

     Maria danced with several of the men, mostly on the slow dances,

   although she lit up the room a few times on some of the more fast-paced

   numbers.  It was exciting watching her, but I could tell that she was a little

   concerned about controlling the men and how intimate they became with

   her.  Time for me to have a dance.

   

     "You're doing wonderfully, you sexy thing," I whispered in her ear,

   as I held her close to me on the dance floor. "Now, I want you to relax and

   let the men enjoy holding you.  Don't worry that they might get too

   friendly.  Go ahead and lay your head on their shoulders.  And if their

   hands roam a little, it's okay.  I want to see that."

     "Well, what's brought this on, my Master?", she said, pulling her

   head back and smiling at me.  "Isn't this a departure from what you usually

   want from me?"

     "Well, yes, I guess it is.  But I'm enjoying it.  And I want you to

   enjoy it too.  Let them excite you, Maria.  Let them make you hot, and do

   what you can to make them hot."

     "If it will please you, Master.  You can break in if it gets to be too

   much for you.  And we can leave any time you like.  I'm having a

   wonderful time, but I can't wait to get you back to the hotel."

     "Turn the men on, my sweet little whore, and your Master will be

   very pleased with you.  And when we do get back to the hotel, you'll find

   out just how very pleased I was."

   

     What I did with Maria that night is not something you can do with

   just any woman.  Some women simply couldn't handle it emotionally, and

   others would be too inclined to go too far, or lose all control of the

   situation. Maria seemed to have an innate ability to know where the

   boundaries were and to know what buttons to push and when.  It was

   delicious watching her, and wonderful to see how turned on she was

   getting by giving the men more freedom.

   

     "You are so good!", I whispered hotly in her ear, taking another turn

   on the dance floor with her.  "You're driving me crazy.  God, I love you!"

     "I think my thighs are wet, Master," she said, and her cheek felt hot

   agaist mine as I held her close.  "Maybe we should leave soon."  Her voice

   trembled as she said the words.

     "Have some of them gotten hard, Maria?", I asked, letting my

   hands roam over her ass, like most of the others had done.

     "Yes, Master.  All of them at some point.  Is that bad?"

     "No, Precious.  It didn't feel bad, did it?"  My own cock was raging

   and pushing against her belly as we danced.

     "It feels wonderful, Master.  And one of them ... the dark haired one

   who keeps his lips pressed against my neck when we dance ... he is very

   big, Master.  It's incredible."  She trembled in my arms again.

     "I want you to dance with him one more time, Maria, and then

   we'll go back to the room.  I'm glad you like his big cock pressing against

   you."

     "I do like it, very much, Master.  I hope it's a very short song,

   though.  I really need you to do me."

   

     Maria couldn't manage to avoid dancing with a couple of the other

   men before dancing with the one she liked most.  But when the dark haired

   man held her I kept thinking about what she had told me and imagining

   what thoughts were going through her mind as she felt the man's hard dick

   pressing against her body.

     To say that our sex together that night was incredibly hot would be a

   major understatement.  The entire evening had excited us so much that

   neither of us dared to speak of  our feelings on the way back to the hotel

   room.  Neither did we speak of it during sex, or afterwards.  I think we

   both believed it would be best to just leave the tension surrounded it alive

   in our memories.

   

     

   

   

   

     Our next few weekends were full of other activities, some sexual in

   nature and others just a part of normal every day family life.  As much as I

   enjoyed the things we did, it was frustrating for me, because I was very

   eager to take Maria out again, and to see her repeat her little performance

   for me again.

     But time passed, as it always does, and we repeated our little game

   again.  I made sure our schedule was as free as possible, and we did it

   again, another weekend.  And then the next weekend.  And the next.

     Most any other woman would have commented on the frequency of

   what I was having her do, either positively or negatively, but one of the

   beautiful things about Maria is that she calmly and submissively accepts

   the things I require of her, never questioning them or the frequency of them. 

   If I am obsessed with something for a while, she simply gives me what I

   want, for as long and as often as I want it.  I think she sees it as a sign that

   she is pleasing me, and that has always been her major goal.

     There was no doubt in my mind that Maria was enjoying it herself. 

   I wouldn't want to mislead you on that point.  In fact,  I had the distinct

   impression that there were not many things that we did which excited her

   more intensely.  That was very important to me, because it would have lost

   much of it's allure if it had been otherwise.

     Unfortunately there is always some jerk waiting in the wings to spoil

   anything good.  After four or five weekends of successfully allowing a great

   number of men to arouse my wife, and to be aroused by her, some asshole

   decided that he would muscle her into the men's room and fuck her.  It was

   obvious to all of us who had been dancing with Maria that he was forcing

   her, and I was not alone in coming to her aid and throwing the bastard out

   on his ass.  I wasn't going to let that experience stop us from enjoying

   something which had become very special to both of us, but I did think we

   needed to pursue a slightly different course.  Besides, I was beginning to

   want more.

   

     During the period of time that I was considering how to best go

   about watching my wife with other men,  I got a package in the mail from a

   Master friend of mine who lives in Mississippi.  I knew what part of it's

   contents were, but as usual, he had included a surprise for me as well.  I

   asked Maria to open it for me.

   

     "It's some ... I don't know ... pliers or something, Master," she said,

   holding the object up.  And a video tape.  The title on the tape is German,

   but I don't know what it says.  Oh, there's a note too.  Shall I read it to

   you?"

     "Yes, please," I said, smiling at her description of the "pliers".

     "Okay.  He says... Wade, Here is the speculum you asked for.  I picked

   it up in Holland and ran across the enclosed video tape in Germany.  After

   our last discussion about your Maria, I thought it might be something

   you would find useful.  I also have a lead on getting you a table and should

   be able to have one to you in a few weeks.  Am still hoping you will come

   through on the cigar thing we discussed.  Dianne sends her best.  Ken.

   P.S.  The title on the tape means With The Big Things.  It doesn't translate

   very well to English, but you'll enjoy it, I think.  Oh...can't we do some kind

   of photo exchange or something?  Your Maria sounds very exciting, and

   I'd like to show a photograph of her to Dianne.  Think about it."

     Maria was blushing slightly as she handed the box and the note to

   me.  "I don't remember you mentioning this friend to me, Master.  Have

   you known him very long?"

     "I should have told you about him before, but I just didn't think of it. 

   He is a Master whom I have known for a very long time.  We don't talk

   very often, but he does call me at work from time to time.  He's a very good

   Master.  Retired from the Air Force, so he can arrange to fly to Germany

   and Holland and places like that without it costing him anything.  He's a

   good source for getting unusual items, like these."

     "What is a speculum, Master?  I don't think I've ever seen one of

   those things before."

     "You're probably more familiar with it than you realize," I said,

   picking it up.  "This is what a gyn uses to open up a girl's pussy, so he can

   do an exam.  It holds the lips good and wide apart so he can see all the way

   back."

     "Oh.  Yes, I guess I've just not been in the right position to see it."

     I chuckled softly.  "No, I suppose not.  I've wanted one for some

   time, though.  I'm glad he could find one for me."

     "And I guess you're going to use it on me?"

     "Of course.  Who else?"

     "Yes.  Of course."  She swallowed hard.  "What kind of table was he

   talking about, Master?"

     "An examining table.  The kind with the stirrups.  I guess you could

   say it sort of goes hand in hand with the speculum."

     "Yes, I suppose so.  So you talk about me with this Master Ken

   person, Master?"

     "Yes, Maria.  His insight is sometimes helpful.  And he enjoys

   hearing about you.  Perhaps we can meet them someday.  I told him I

   would send him a few cigars, like the one's we're going to fix for Don.  It

   sounds like I will need to take some photographs to send him too.  You

   won't mind that, will you, Maria?"

     "It's your right, Master.  Of course I won't mind."

     "Well, these will not be normal run of the mill photographs,

   Maria."

     "I understand completely, Master.  You know how I feel about that."

     "Yes.  It's one of the reasons that I love you so much.  Well, let's see

   what this video is all about."

   

     The video tape was a collection of clips from both home-made and

   professional movies.  The quality of the photography was not always the

   best, but there was adequate lighting and the women in the film were all

   quite attractive.  Maria and I cuddled up on the couch to watch.

     The first few scenes were out-takes from movies of men with much

   larger than average cocks.  Most were of the John Holmes variety, with

   enough variation in them to make it interesting.  Maria enjoyed it, I'm

   sure, but watched quietly, her head on my shoulder.  I wondered if they

   reminded her of her dark-haired dancing partner, but I didn't mention it. 

   The women taking the huge dicks seemed to absolutely love it, and it

   amazed me to see how many of them could take the whole thing.  The

   elasticity of the female sex organ has always intrigued me.

     I played with Maria as we watched, of course, opening her blouse

   and unclasping her bra so that I could roll her nipples and massage her

   breasts.  She caressed my thigh, tenderly, kindly waiting until the movie

   moved on to something other than 12 inch dicks before she touched me

   there.

     The next section of the video seemed to be about finger-fucking, so I

   instructed Maria to raise her skirt and take her panties off, which she did

   promptly, keeping her legs apart afterward, knowing I would want easy

   access to her.  She was already wet, and my fingers slid in easily.

     It was quickly obvious that this section was about more than just

   finger fucking, as the action moved to include whole hand insertions, 

   sometimes by women and sometimes by men.  I loved watching this part,

   and obviously Maria did as well.  I continually worked more and more

   fingers into her, teasing her a bit as I went, until I had four fingers and part

   of my thumb inside her.  Our positions weren't the best for going further,

   and there was more of the movie to watch, but I enjoyed opening her so

   much.

     The hottest part of this section came as a delightful surprise.  A

   rather small girl, just about Maria's size, was led into a doctor's

   examining room, and placed on a table, just like the one that Ken was

   trying to find me.  A man, who I suppose was supposed to have been a

   Doctor, and for all I know, may have been, placed her feet in the stirrups

   and began examining her.  The photography was not very good here, and

   although they showed some close-ups of the speculum holding her open,

   you couldn't see anything with any clarity.  But just as I was about to lose

   interest, the man began inserting his hand into the girl's gaping vagina. 

   Once he was inside her, he released the speculum, allowing her lips to close

   around his wrist.

     At this point, the Doctor rolled up his sleeve on the arm that began

   pushing back and forth his hand inside the spread-opened girl, fucking her,

   and somehow managing to get just a little more of his arm into her with

   each push.  The girl was moaning and grunting, obviously tremendously

   excited.  She kept saying things in German which I couldn't understand,

   but the tone was certainly not one of despair.  Her head was moving from

   side to side, making her brown hair sway sexily, and she reached behind

   her as her arousal grew, as if trying to reach for something to hold on to.

     The Doctor seemed to have no concern at all about the danger of

   putting too much in the girl.  I suppose he had done this on more than one

   occasion, and perhaps understood completely how far he could go. 

   Whatever the case, he fucked her with his fist and arm with what appeared

   to be complete abandon, screwing her deeply, making her take not only his

   hand, and his wrist,  but the major portion of his forearm as well.

     Maria began rubbing my cock in earnest at this point, and

   trembling in that way which always indicates extreme arousal on her part. 

   I always love it when she responds in this manner to something as

   incredibly unusual and taboo as what we were watching.  It's an opening of

   her innermost desires to me, and I love learning to know her better.  She

   began hunching hotly at my fingers, and opening her legs as if to encourage

   me to put more inside her.

     "You like that, don't you, Maria?", I asked, softly, continuing to

   push my bundled up fingers back and forth insistently.

     "Yes!", was all she could say, but she humped harder with her hips

   and mauled my cock through my pants.

     "Yes, I think you like that a lot, Maria," I said, turning her head to

   me and kissing her on her lips hard, then quickly releasing her so that she

   could once more watch the fucking on the screen.

     "I want it," she said, her voice a tremble, and burning with desire, as

   her eyes locked again on the scene on the screen.

     "That's good, Maria," I said, my own voice beginning to break up a

   little.  "That's very good."

     "I really want it."  The words came out with an emphasis which

   could only be called nasty.  I loved it.

     "You'll do that to please me?", I asked, knowing that she was about

   to explode.

     "Yes!  But I want it!"  She stopped again, fighting the need to say

   anything at all.  Her orgasm hit her immediately, and her fingers tightened

   on me as her body locked up and her head fell.  She trembled violently all

   over as she came, her body racked by a series of mini and then major

   explosions, her chest rising and falling, her breath escaping her in gasps. 

   Until finally she was spent.

     I stopped the vcr while her breathing returned to normal.  Gently

   taking my hand, Maria cleansed my fingers as she had been taught to do,

   licking her juices from them.

     "Would you feed me now, Master?", she asked, looking at me

   hopefully.  She regularly recieved two kinds of feedings from me.  This one

   would be cum.  It was understood by us both.

     "Yes, my sweet baby," I said, unzipping my pants.

   

     I forget exactly what it was, but after my orgasm, something came up

   to prevent us from watching the rest of the videotape that evening.  It

   wasn't until the next day that either of us mentioned it again.

   

     "Master, would you mind if I watched the rest of the video that your

   Master friend sent?  Or would you rather I wait until we can watch it

   together?"  Maria had the day off and called me at work.

     "Are you caught up with things?", I asked, referring to her

   housekeeping.

     "Yes.  I have things looking pretty good, I think.  And your shoes are

   all polished.  I even polished the leather items in your bag."

     She was referring to the whips, paddles, ankle and wrist cuffs,

   collars, and other miscellaneous toys in my slut bag.  She often took them

   out and looked at them, enjoying the smell of them and the feel of them

   against her skin.

     "Will you be masturbating, Maria, if I let you watch the tape?"

     "Only if you allow it, Master, of course."

     "Well, here's what I want you to do.  Call Miriam and tell her about the

   tape and what was on the first part of it.  Tell her how hot it was.  Ask her

   if she would like to come watch the rest of it with you.  If she comes over,

   then you can only masturbate if she does.  If she can't come over, then you

   may masturbate if you like.  But by all means, call me and tell me what

   happened and how you liked it." 

     Miriam is Maria's sister.  She's always been quite open with Miriam

   about most sexual things, and I think enjoys having her to confide in.  Miriam

   is two years older than Maria, and is all peaches and cream compared to

   Maria, who tans very easily.  There is something about her that I find

   very attractive, and I enjoy confessing that to Maria.  She knows what

   my intentions are where Miriam is concerned, and takes it well.  I have other

   intentions that she isn't aware of, but she doesn't seem quite ready for those

   yet.

     "I don't think she'll be able to come, Master, but I will call her and do

   as you say," Maria said, obligingly.  "Shall I let her watch the first part

   too?", she asked.

     "I think you just want to watch that part again," I said, teasing her. 

   "Yes, you can let her see that part, but I don't know how you'll keep your

   hands out of your panties if you watch that again.  Just remember:  No

   playing with yourself unless your sister does it first."

     "I understand, Master.  Okay...I'll talk to you later.  Bye."

   

     It was almost two hours later when Maria called again.

   

     "Master?", she asked, almost awkwardly.

     "Yes, Maria?  How did it go?"

     "Well, Miriam couldn't come over, but she liked what I told her about

   the tape, as you knew she would.  Do I have to tell you about the rest of the

   movie?  I'd really rather wait and let you see it tonight, without knowing

   what it is."

     "Did you tell Miriam you were going to watch the rest of it?"

     "Yes, just as you said to do."

     "It's really too bad she couldn't come over.  You told her about the

   big cocks and the fist fucking and everything?"

     "Yes, Master.  She said you were something else.  That's good, I

   think, isn't it?"

     "It sounds promising.  Did she say anything about coming over to

   see it some other time?"

     "No, but I'm sure she will.  The rest of the tape is really something,

   Master.  It's something I've wanted to ask you about, but that I've been a

   little afraid to bring up.  It's something I have always fantasized about.  I

   think it's something I really want."

     "That's good, Maria.  I'm anxious to see it.  Do you think you could

   get Miriam to let you take some photos of her sometime?  Some sexy ones?  I

   could run them in with a batch of the ones I do of you for Ken.  They don't

   have to be totally nude, although that would be nice.  Maybe just some of

   her in panties, or maybe stockings?  You know what I like."

     "Maybe, Master.  I dont' know how to go about that exactly.  I'd have

   to tell her that you wanted them, of course."

     "Yes, of course.  That would be fine.  I do, afterall.  I wish you could

   get her to pose in that red bustier I bought you.  That would be really hot."

     "Master, do you mind that I want to wait until tonight to tell you

   about the rest of the video tape?"

     "No, not at all, Maria. What makes you ask?"

     "Well, you just seem sort of side-tracked."

     "Oh.  Sorry.  It's just that we've been married for what?  Five years

   now?  I really had thought that I would be fucking your sister by now."

     "I know that hasn't worked exactly like we wanted it to,  Master.  I'm

   sorry.  There is a girl that I see when I go walking that I might be able to do

   something with though.  She's young, but very pretty.  And we get along

   well.  We sometimes walk together and chat."

     "Mmmm.  Maybe she would like to watch that tape?"

     "Maybe.  I'll work on her for you."

     "Okay, Precious.  And thanks for calling about the tape.  I really am

   looking forward to watching it.  I can't imagine what it might be about.  It

   sounds as if it had quite an effect on you."

     "Master?"

     "Yes, Maria?"

     "You won't be disappointed in me if I like what's on the tape? It's

   very naughty."

     "I think you know me better than that, Maria.  I can't wait to get

   home.  Take a nice bath and put on the red bustier outfit.  We'll have a

   wonderful night."

   

   

   















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