Chapter 189: Training me 003/ Cousin Sally 001

You bent forward suggestively. Tracing your finger around your lips, you asked me, "Do slaves get to cum here?" You opened your mouth.

I shook my head no. "No, Mistress."

You laughed. "Certainly not. That idea is just ridiculous, isn't it? I mean, maybe if it was into another slave's mouth. Maybe. Even then... I doubt it."

"How about here," you asked, cupping your breasts. "Do slaves get to cum here?"

"They do not, Mistress."

"No. Again, ridiculous. Here?"

You slid your hand between your legs, fingering your pussy.

"Definitely not, Mistress."

"Of course not. As a slave, your cock will never cum in a woman's pussy. Slave or otherwise. Except for Caryn, of course. She's the only pussy I have approved for you."

You stretched your feet out to me. "How about down here? Do slaves get to cum on their Mistress's feet?"

I thought for a moment. "Maybe, Mistress. In special occasions?"

"Hmm. Yes, I think so. There will be times I let you shoot on my feet. It would mean your cum touching me, which I do not appreciate. But, it's such a silly place for a man to spill his cum. How degrading. Other men get many options. But you? You squirt on my feet. Down low. I like that."

You traced your fingernails across my chest. "And here? Should you be allowed to slime yourself?"

I knew you enjoyed seeing me wear my cum. "Yes, Mistress. Wearing my cum is appropriate for me."

"Agreed."

You slid two fingers into my mouth. "And here? Shall I have you shoot into your own mouth?"

I didn't want to answer, but I still had the shock collar on.

"Yes, Mistress. Slaves eat cum."

"Good boy. I'll be finding other places for you to cum too. Silly, demeaning places to lose your cum. Toilets. Trashcans. Of course, at the time, you'll be too far gone to care much about pride. You'll just be happy to squirt. You won't care anymore."

"I know you can do that to me."

"Can and will, slut. In fact..."

You showed me a coffee mug you'd brought back. I hadn't noticed it before.

"You'll be making oatmeal for your breakfast in this. But first..."

Smiling evilly, you held the mug down right in front of my cock.

"Cum for me, baby. Make it a good one."

The End.

Book Title: Cousin Sally

My name is Bill. I am a 22 year old computer programmer working at a software development company. I have a great job, very well paid, because of what I can produce. I only have a two-year degree from a technical school, but I have been a computer whiz since I was a kid. I can solve problems and grind out code better than anyone in the company.

I have a three bedroom condo in a nice development. It is larger than I need, but I considered it an investment when I bought it. With the real estate crunch, maybe not so much, but I enjoy having my own place.

One day I got a phone call from my Uncle Ralph, asking for a favor. His daughter, my cousin Sally, is coming to town to attend college. She is supposed to look for a place to live, preferably sharing an apartment with one or two other college girls. Ralph asked me if she could stay with me for a while until she finds something.

I know what is going on, Ralph is a cheapskate, and he wants her to find something that will not cost much. Oh well, I thought, why not. I have known Sally since we were kids. We used to hang out together, even though I am three years older than her. We would take long bike rides, down to the river or into the deep woods. She was kind of a tomboy.

Ralph then tells me that she will arrive tomorrow. Thanks for the short notice, I thought. I told him that it is OK, and she can have the spare bedroom. I did a quick clean-up in the spare room, and changed the sheets.

The next day when I came home from work, Sally was waiting in her car in the parking lot. We exchanged a casual kiss and a hug, and I helped her carry her stuff into the condo.

The only way I can describe Sally is "Plain". She has a slender, young girls body, and a pleasant face. But her domineering and restrictive parents never let her learn about makeup, or hair styles, or stylish clothes. She is very shy, and socially inept.

My parents kept me up to date on her after I moved away. They felt sorry for her, but they couldn't help her in any way. When she was in High School, she was never popular. She didn't have any close girlfriends, and the boys all thought she was unattractive.

Her parents practically kept her locked up, and made it even more difficult for her to socialize. The only dates she had were with nerds, and they were disasters. She finally stopped trying, and just stayed home every night after school. Now she was coming to her first year of college, away from home for the first time.

After she settled into her room, I ordered in a Pizza and we enjoyed it with a few beers. I don't care that she is only nineteen, what good is Pizza without beer? I guess she did get a little buzzed.

"So, Sally," I said, "Welcome to the big city! How do you feel?" She answered "I am looking forward to college. But I am a little scared."

"Hey, you will do fine" I lied. But she really needs some confidence. "As soon as you meet some people, and make some friends to hang with, everything will be OK."

We said goodnight, and went to our rooms. I laid awake for awhile, thinking about her. She really is kind of attractive, if you like small, slender women, and I do. I bet when she has some girlfriends, they will help her with clothes and makeup, and she will come out of her shell.