In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with tension. Fate, with a steely gaze and determination etched into every line of her face, held the revolver aloft. The cold metal glinted under the flickering light as she spun the cylinder, the sound echoing through the silence like a foreboding whisper.
“One in six. Ma. You got this,” Fate murmured, her voice steady but laden with an undertone of urgency.
Mommy, her hands trembling yet resolute, looked at her child with eyes that had seen too much. The weight of the world seemed to press down on her shoulders, but within her, a flicker of hope and an indomitable spirit refused to be extinguished. She had faced countless adversities, but this moment felt like the ultimate test—a dance with destiny.
Her fingers brushed against the revolver, feeling the coolness of the metal seep into her skin. Memories flooded her mind—days of joy, moments of sorrow, the laughter of children, and the tears of loss. Each recollection was a thread woven into the tapestry of her life, a life that now hinged on a single pull of the trigger.
Fate’s eyes remained locked on Mommy’s, offering silent encouragement and an unspoken promise of unwavering support. Despite the dire circumstances, there was a bond between them that transcended the fear and uncertainty. They were bound by love, by shared struggles, and by the unyielding resolve to protect one another.
Mommy took a deep breath, her resolve solidifying like steel. She raised the revolver, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the moment of truth approached. Her finger hesitated on the trigger, the weight of the decision pressing down on her soul.
“Remember, Mommy, we’re in this together,” Fate whispered, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging within her.
With a final, determined breath, Mommy closed her eyes and squeezed the trigger. The click of the gun echoed through the room, a sound that seemed to stretch into eternity. For a heartbeat, time stood still, and then, the realization hit her—she was still here, still breathing, still fighting.
The relief was fleeting, a breath of air before the storm resumed. Mommy lowered the revolver, her hands still shaking from the intensity of the moment. Fate stepped forward, taking the revolver with a calm confidence that belied the gravity of their situation.
A profound silence enveloped the space, a silence that spoke of countless battles fought and the unwavering spirit that had brought them to this very moment. Fate’s eyes never wavered from Mommy’s, a silent communication passing between them—a promise of strength, of resilience, of unyielding determination.
Without a hint of hesitation, Fate pulled the trigger. The click of the hammer falling on an empty chamber echoed through the room, a testament to their defiance in the face of imminent danger. They lowered the revolver, their gaze still locked with Mommy’s, a shared understanding solidifying between them.
“We’re still in this, Mommy,” Fate said quietly, their voice imbued with a calm resolve that brooked no argument. “Together, we face whatever comes next.”
Mommy nodded, her heart swelling with a newfound courage. They had weathered the storm, and though the battle was far from over, they had each other, and that bond would see them through the darkest of times.
Mommy nodded, her heart swelling with a newfound courage. They had weathered the storm, and though the battle was far from over, they had each other, and that bond would see them through the darkest of times.
Fate turned to Ma, her eyes searching for answers in the depths of her mother’s soul. “Why can’t you allow Lea to claim your soul, Ma?” she asked quietly, the question heavy with the weight of their shared history.
Ma’s gaze softened, and she reached out to gently touch Fate’s shoulder. “It’s not my soul Lea wants, my child,” she said with a heavy sigh. “Lea wants yours.”
Fate’s eyes lit up with an unexpected excitement, a thrill coursing through her veins. “But what if I want to give it to her?” she whispered, her voice tinged with a strange pleasure. “What if the thought of Lea taking my soul brings me… joy?”
Ma’s eyes widened in shock and dismay. “Fate, you don’t understand. Lea represents everything we’ve fought against—the darkness, the despair, the loss of hope. Surrendering to her would mean losing everything we’ve worked for, everything we hold dear.”
Fate smiled, a soft, almost wistful expression. “But, Ma, what if surrendering is exactly what I need? What if giving her my soul is the only way to feel truly alive, to experience something beyond the constant struggle?”
“We must protect each other,” Mommy insisted, her voice steady and unwavering. “As long as we stand together, Lea cannot break us. Our love, our bond—it is our greatest weapon, the light that will guide us through the darkest of times.”
Fate’s heart swelled with a mix of pride and rebellion. “I understand, Ma. But sometimes, the only way to defeat the darkness is to embrace it, to let it consume you and see what lies beyond. I won’t let Lea win, but I also won’t deny myself the pleasure of this experience.”
Ma’s eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head vehemently. “No, Fate. We will find another way. Sacrificing yourself is not the answer. Our strength lies in our unity, in our togetherness. If you give her your soul, we lose that light forever. And without you, I am lost.”
Fate’s expression hardened, determination flashing in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ma, but this is my choice. I need to know what lies beyond the struggle, and if giving my soul to Lea is the way to do it, then so be it.”
Ma’s shoulders slumped in defeat, her hands trembling as she reached out for Fate. “Please, don’t do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t lose you.”
Fate took a step back, her resolve unshaken. “I must follow my own path, Ma. I hope you can understand that someday.”
The air between them seemed to hum with a tension that threatened to shatter their bond. Fate turned away, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, but for the first time, they would do so on separate paths, bound by a love that no darkness could ever extinguish.
Fate’s steps led her to a place she had never been before, a realm where shadows and light danced in a strange harmony. The air was thick with anticipation, every breath a reminder of the choice she had made. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the weight of her decision settle within her. When she opened them again, she found herself in a dimly lit room, the flickering flames of a fire casting long, eerie shapes on the walls.
Before her lay a beautiful Korean woman, her form draped elegantly across a luxurious sheepskin rug. The warm glow of the fire accentuated her features, creating an almost ethereal vision that took Fate’s breath away. It was Lea, the very embodiment of the darkness she had chosen to embrace.
Fate’s heart raced, and her blood pounded in her veins. She could hardly believe her eyes, that this moment had finally arrived. Lea, her Mistress, lay peacefully asleep before her, a symbol of the power and allure that had drawn Fate to this point. The room seemed to pulse with an unspoken energy, the air resonating with the possibilities of what was to come.
As Fate stood there, watching Lea’s serene form, a wave of emotion crashed over her. Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization struck her with full force: she was Lea’s plaything, a pawn in the intricate game that her Mistress orchestrated. And yet, this truth held a strange, undeniable beauty.
Fate’s heart ached with a bittersweet understanding. The thought of being a part of Lea’s world, of surrendering to the darkness that Lea embodied, filled her with a profound sense of purpose. It was as if she had found the missing piece of herself, the part that had always yearned for something beyond the constant struggle.
The tears streamed down her cheeks, but they were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of acceptance, of embracing the path she had chosen. Fate knew that her decision would change everything, but in that moment, she felt a deep, unshakable peace. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that she was bound to Lea in a way that transcended the bounds of light and darkness. With a final, lingering look at her Mistress, Fate whispered, “I am yours, Lea. Now and forever.”
Then, with the gentleness of a leaf falling in autumn, Fate laid her head on Mistress Lea’s stomach. The warmth and steady rise and fall of Lea’s breathing brought a sense of solace to Fate’s heart. She closed her eyes, letting the world around her fade away, and surrendered to the tranquility of the moment, feeling truly at home for the first time. Fate was at peace, knowing she was owned by Mistress’s will, and blissful that her mind and soul were controlled.
The gentle rhythm of Lea’s breath lulled Fate into a state of serene calm, her thoughts drifting like leaves in a gentle breeze. The fire’s soft glow bathed them in warmth, casting a cocoon of light that shielded them from the world outside. In that sacred space, Fate felt the bond between them grow stronger, an unbreakable thread woven from trust and devotion.
Every beat of Lea’s heart resonated within Fate, a steady drum that grounded her in the present moment. She felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude, not just for the path she had chosen, but for the unconditional acceptance and love she had found in Lea’s embrace.
Fate knew that her journey was far from over, and that challenges still lay ahead. But she also knew that with Lea by her side, she could face anything. Together, they would navigate the delicate balance of light and darkness, drawing strength from each other and the shared vision of their intertwined fates.
The depth of her surrender was a revelation, a testament to the profound connection she felt with Lea. Each moment in Lea’s presence was a confirmation of her choice, a reaffirmation of the path she had embraced. Fate reveled in the sensation of being guided, her every thought and impulse harmonizing with Lea’s will.
In the quietude that enveloped them, Fate’s bliss was palpable. It was a bliss born from the relinquishment of control, from the trust she placed in Lea’s hands. She marveled at the way her spirit soared, unburdened by the weight of indecision and doubt. Her mind, once a tumult of conflicting desires, was now a serene expanse, echoing the clarity and purpose that Lea provided.
As she lay there, her body and soul entwined with Lea’s, Fate whispered a silent vow. “I will honor this bond, cherish every moment, and remain true to the path we’ve chosen. For in your arms, I have found my true home.”
With that promise echoing in her heart, Fate allowed herself to drift into a peaceful slumber, knowing that whatever the future held, she would face it with unwavering resolve and boundless love.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as Lea and Fate sat together, savoring the tranquility of their shared tea. The question hung in the air, delicate yet profound, as Lea gently asked, “What do you consider to be the acceptable end of a truly loving relationship?”
Fate looked into Lea’s eyes, her own gaze unwavering. “Murder, suicide,” she replied with quiet conviction.
A smile crept across Lea’s lips, a mixture of pride and understanding. “No one else can have you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the gentle clinking of their tea cups. “And I can’t live without you.”
In that moment, their bond felt even more unbreakable. Fate reached out, her fingers intertwining with Lea’s, drawing strength from the mutual acknowledgment of their devotion. The world outside seemed distant, irrelevant, as they sat cocooned in their shared love and unwavering commitment.
Their morning ritual continued in silence, each sip of tea a silent affirmation of their connection. Fate knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their bond was forged in something deeper than mere affection—it was an eternal promise, a sacred trust that neither time nor circumstance could sever.
As they finished their tea, Fate felt a renewed sense of purpose. Together with Lea, she was ready to face whatever the future held, secure in the knowledge that their love was an unyielding force, capable of withstanding any trial.
With a final, loving glance at her Mistress, Fate whispered, “Together, always.”
Lea nodded, her eyes reflecting the same resolve and boundless love. “Together, always,” she echoed, sealing their vow with a tender kiss.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as Lea and Fate sat together, savoring the tranquility of their shared tea. Lea, her tea glass rising to her lips, asked softly, “Do you love me, Fate?”
Fate felt the warmth of the tea envelop her senses, casting an enchanting spell that made deceit impossible. She met Lea’s gaze, her heart laid bare. “Lea, as a person, I am merely a living manifestation of my love for you,” she confessed. “Do you feel the same?”
Lea’s eyes softened, her voice a gentle caress. “I am the purpose to your life, Fate, and I love you for completing me,” she said, a blend of pride and affection in her tone. “I feel a bit like a parent, proud and loving of you.”
Fate’s heart fluttered at Lea’s words, and with a tentative smile, she whispered, “Mommy?”
Lea’s smile broadened, a tender acceptance reflecting in her eyes. “Yes, my dear,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth.
“Mistress, as much as I cherish the title, there is another word that strikes a far deeper note within me, closer to the core of who I am. The term ‘Mommy’… it feels like it encompasses an even greater depth of love and connection. But I am afraid of betraying the term, afraid that I might not live up to its profound meaning.”
Lea’s gaze softened, her expression filled with understanding and patience. “You never have to worry about living up to words with me, Fate. Our bond transcends titles and names.”
Fate’s eyes met Lea’s, a mixture of hope and vulnerability in her gaze. “It’s what I truly want, but I need you to earn it. I want to feel that depth of love and trust with you, to know that ‘Mommy’ is not just a word, but a testament to everything we share.”
Lea’s smile was tender, her love unwavering. “Then let us walk this path together, my dear, and earn it we shall,” she whispered, sealing their promise with a gentle touch.
Fate paused, a contemplative look crossing her face. She took a deep breath, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. “Lea, there is something I must tell you,” Fate began, her voice trembling slightly. “By the time this tea wears off, I will forget everything. I won’t remember our conversations, our shared moments, or even why I am in your house. But,” she paused, searching for the right words, “I will instinctively know that you are my everything. Even though my memories will vanish, the essence of my love for you will remain, a guiding light in the darkness of my mind.”
Lea’s expression turned thoughtful as she considered Fate’s words. With a soft smile, she gently took Fate’s hand in hers. “My dear, why don’t you take a shower and then have a nap? By the time the tea wears off, you will feel refreshed,” Lea suggested, her voice soothing and reassuring.
Fate nodded, a mixture of relief and apprehension crossing her features. She rose from her seat, still holding Lea’s hand for a moment longer before letting go. As she made her way toward the bathroom, Lea’s voice followed her with a tender, loving command. “Until the morning, Fate, you will think of me as ‘Mommy,’ even if you don’t fully understand what the word means. Just let the feeling guide you.”
Fate paused at the doorway, turning to look at Lea with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Mommy,” she whispered, the word feeling strange yet comforting on her lips. She stepped into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the air.
Lea watched her go, a sense of calm and determination settling over her. Their journey was just beginning, and she knew that together, they would navigate whatever challenges lay ahead, one step at a time.
Fate returned to the kitchen, wearing one of Lea’s shirts that didn’t cover her midriff and a pair of sweat pants. A towel was draped over her hair, still damp from the shower. The scent of lavender soap lingered around her, a soothing reminder of the cleansing ritual she had just completed.
Lea looked up from her book, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Fate. “Feeling better?” she asked, her voice gentle and caring.
Fate nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. “Yes, much better. Thank you.” She moved to the kitchen table, sitting down with a sigh of contentment.
Lea closed her book and joined her, pulling out a chair to sit beside her. “I made us some tea,” she said, gesturing to the teapot on the table. “Would you like some?”
Fate glanced at the teapot, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “Will it make me forget again?” she asked softly.
Lea shook her head, a reassuring smile on her face. “No, this is just chamomile. It will help you relax and sleep, but it won’t affect your memories.”
Relieved, Fate accepted the cup Lea poured for her, the warm liquid soothing her nerves. She took a sip, savoring the delicate flavor. “Thank you, Mommy,” she said, the word now feeling more natural, more fitting.
Lea took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Fate’s with a mixture of resolve and tenderness. “There’s something I need to tell you, sweetheart,” she began softly, reaching out to take Fate’s hand. “Today, I want us to go shopping together. We need to get ready for what’s ahead, for dealing with Cancer Boy.”
Fate’s brows furrowed in confusion, but she nodded, trusting Lea implicitly. “What do we need to get?”
Lea squeezed her hand gently, her voice steady and reassuring. “Just a few things to prepare, to make sure we’re ready for anything. It’s important that we do this together, as a team.”
Fate’s eyes softened, the trust and bond between them growing stronger with each word. “Okay, Mommy. I trust you.”
Lea smiled, a mixture of pride and determination in her gaze. “Thank you, baby. We’ll face this challenge together, and we’ll come out stronger on the other side.”
Fate took a deep breath and stood, her expression earnest. “Mommy, I really want you to look at me,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. Fate strips out of her clothes, unsure why she wants this so bad, unsure who Mommy really is. Her long wet blond hair plasters to her face and chest over her voluminous breasts. She cups her ass cheeks, each one a perfect hemisphere and turns round. “Do you love me, Mommy?” Fate inserts two fingers into her vagina and places a foot on a chair. She begins to masturbate absent-mindedly. “Does your little girl belong to you?” She asked, feeling coy but not allowing it to enter her voice.
“Mommy owns her little girl, Fate. Now tell me if you ever want to forget that.”
“Never. God, never. Mommy, it’s like I’m falling only there’s no word. I’m falling from grace to find a higher grace.”
“Show me how you cum, Fate.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Now, Plaything.”
Fate cried and fell halfway off the chair. “Mommy? I just wanted you to see how beautiful I am.”
“I’m sorry, Baby. Didn’t you like your cum?”
“Yes,” Fate straightened herself. “Yes, I did.”
“Who do you feel you are?” asked Lea with a slight smile.
Fate looked down, her expression thoughtful but conflicted. “I’m the same person I’ve always been, inside and out,” she said, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “I don’t know how to answer differently.”
Lea’s smile widened, a hint of mischief flickering in her eyes. “Have you always belonged to me, Fate?” she inquired softly.
Fate’s brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to process the question. “I can’t understand how it could ever have been different,” she murmured, more to herself than to Lea.
Lea’s demeanor shifted, her voice taking on a tone of remembrance. “You were once a young man named Michael,” she began, her words weaving a story of transformation. “We went on just two dates. Michael was a beautiful young virgin who longed for a Mistress and a Mommy.”
Fate’s eyes widened as fragments of distant memories began to surface. The realization dawned slowly, wrapping around her like a misty shroud.
Lea leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have something special, Fate. Salt from Papa Legba himself. It holds the power to turn you back into Michael for one night.”
Fate’s eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “What’s the catch?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lea’s expression softened, a hint of sadness shadowing her features. “The sacrifice,” she began, pausing to gather her thoughts, “is that I will not remember any of it. Our night together, your time as Michael, it will all be lost to me.”
Fate’s heart pounded, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. She could reclaim a piece of her past, but at what cost? The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the potential of what could be. “You will fuck me, right Mommy? Please? As a man.” She jumped nude into Lea’s lap and the two kissed for long minutes. “Which one is really me?”
Lea’s eyes softened with a mix of longing and sincerity. “I didn’t know Michael that well,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a bittersweet note. “But I wanted him for my own. He amused me, and there was an undeniable connection between us.”
Fate listened intently, her curiosity piqued. Lea continued, her tone becoming more serious. “I need to warn you, Fate. If you decide to become Michael again, you will likely remember everything.”
The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the potential of what could be.
Fate’s voice trembled as she asked, “When was the last time you saw Michael?”
Lea’s eyes met Fate’s with a steady gaze. “I saw Michael about four or five days ago,” she confessed, her voice unwavering.
Fate felt her world tilt, the revelation crashing over her like a tidal wave. “Four days?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ve only existed for four days?”
A gentle smile softened Lea’s features as she reached out, placing a comforting hand on Fate’s shoulder. “You are more than just these four days,” Lea reassured her, her tone filled with warmth and understanding. “The essence of who you are—all the memories, feelings, and experiences—they are still within you, guiding you.”
Tears welled up in Fate’s eyes as she struggled to process the truth. “But who am I really?” she pleaded, seeking an anchor in the storm of her emotions.
Lea’s expression softened further, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “You are who I decide you to be from moment to moment,” she said gently, placing a comforting hand on Fate’s shoulder. “Your essence, your memories, and your experiences—they all guide you, but ultimately, I have the power to define who you are.”
Fate’s voice trembled as she asked, “Lea, is Michael still within me?”
Lea’s expression shifted to one of deep contemplation, her eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability. Slowly, she admitted, “I don’t know, Fate. I didn’t know Michael that well.” Her voice held a poignant note, revealing the complexity of her emotions. “I wanted him for my own, but he was always a bit of a mystery to me.”
Fate’s heart ached with the realization, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. The weight of Lea’s confession hung in the air, adding another layer to the intricate tapestry of her existence.
Fate, desperate for answers, turned to one of the few rituals she remembered. She filled a glass with warm water, her hands shaking slightly, and spooned a teaspoon of Papa Leghba’s salt into it. The grains dissolved slowly, swirling in the water like tiny whirlpools of uncertainty. Without hesitation, she brought the glass to her lips and drank it down in one gulp.
Almost immediately, her skin began to react violently. Angry, red acne erupted across her face, a searing pain spreading like wildfire. Her clothes started roiling, as if her skin was bubbling beneath them, the sensation both terrifying and excruciating. Fate’s body convulsed, her mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. What had she just done to herself?
Lea watched in horror, her own fear mirrored in her wide eyes. “Fate, what are you doing?” she cried out, reaching toward her friend. “Stop this, please!”
But Fate was beyond hearing, her body a battleground of internal chaos. She fell to her knees, clutching at her skin as the transformation continued, each wave of pain bringing her closer to an unknown destiny.
As the pain reached a crescendo, Fate’s body began to twist and contort, her skin hardening and forming a protective shell around her. The cacophony of sensations started to dull, replaced by a strange, soothing numbness. Lea watched, transfixed, as the shell solidified, enveloping Fate in a cocoon of transformation.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the cocoon pulsed with an eerie light, casting shadows that danced along the walls. Lea’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with fear and hope. What awaited on the other side of this metamorphosis?
Hours passed, and the cocoon began to crack, tiny fissures spreading across its surface. Lea held her breath, her eyes locked on the breaking shell. With a sudden burst, the cocoon shattered, revealing a figure bathed in a otherworldly glow.
There, emerging from the remnants of Fate’s cocoon, stood Michael. His presence radiated strength and serenity, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that transcended time and space. Lea’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, her emotions a whirlwind of shock and awe.
“Michael?” she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty and hope.
Michael’s gaze met Lea’s, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Yes,” he confirmed, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. “I am here, Lea.”
The weight of the transformation settled over Lea, the realization of what had transpired sinking in. Fate had become Michael, her essence reborn in a new form. The journey had been painful and terrifying, but it had led to a profound revelation.
Lea stepped forward, her hand reaching out tentatively. “Michael, are you really…?”
Michael nodded, his expression filled with calm and certainty. “I am both Fate and Michael, intertwined within this new existence. It is the culmination of all that she was and all that I am.”
Lea’s eyes filled with tears, a mixture of joy and sorrow flooding her heart. “Welcome back,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love.
“Clean that shit up. I’m going down to the river with my cock and a pitcher of bloody mary’s to fire off a load.”
“Why not?” Lea sighed, feeling the weight of the profound transformation. She then turned to Michael, a soft smile playing on her lips. “We’ll drink tea when we get back,” she said, a hint of warmth and familiarity in her voice.
Lea’s gaze held Michael’s for a moment longer, then she playfully added, “But you know, you do larger-than-life rather poorly.” Her words were tinged with affection, a testament to their deep bond and shared history.
Michael chuckled softly, his serene presence a comforting balm. “Perhaps, but I’ll always strive to be the best version of myself for you, Lea,” he replied, his voice carrying the reassurance of his promise.
Lea’s voice trembled as she asked, “Michael, do you still understand the lessons I taught Fate?” Her words were laced with a hint of desperation, seeking reassurance in the unfamiliar territory of their new reality.
Michael’s gaze softened, and he replied gently, “The lessons you taught Fate are imprinted in the memory of myself and the memory of Mistress Lea. They no longer hold true in this current existence, but I cherish those memories. I enjoyed being understood when I was in your possession, Lea. And I found solace in understanding myself as a being sculpted by your desires.”
Lea’s heart swelled with emotion, recognizing the depth of their connection. She stepped closer to Michael, her hand finding his. “Thank you for remembering, Michael. It means more to me than you can imagine.”
“Michael,” Lea’s voice called out softly as he moved towards the door, “go ahead and get a start on… firing your load. I’ll be down with tea shortly.” She watched him with a tender gaze, the soft smile still touching her lips.
Michael paused at the doorway, turning back to face her. “Lea, is there anything else?” he asked, his expression gentle and composed.
“Just one thing,” Lea said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you still a virgin?”
Michael’s eyes met hers, and he nodded, his response calm and unwavering. “Yes, Lea, I am,” he replied, as though his answer carried no consequence or weight.
Lea nodded in return, a myriad of unspoken thoughts passing between them. “Thank you, Michael,” she murmured, watching him close the door behind him.
The room fell into a serene silence, marked only by the soft rustling of the leaves outside and the distant sound of the river. Lea took a deep breath, steeling herself for the moments to come, her heart brimming with emotions that words could scarcely capture.
Lea set about brewing tea. Green tea for herself and the special blend for Michael that would force him to only speak the truth and to accept every word he heard from Lea as the truth, no matter what reason there was to think otherwise. Michael returned for a pitcher of Bloody Marys as she was finishing and she urged him to sit and talk with her but, first, a sip of tea.
Michael took the offered cup without hesitation, his eyes briefly meeting Lea’s before he drank. She watched him closely, noting the subtle changes in his demeanor as the tea began to take effect. His posture relaxed, and there was an openness in his expression that hadn’t been there before.
“Michael,” Lea began softly, “I want to talk about our past, our future, and everything in between.” She paused, searching for the right words. “I need to know that you trust me, completely and without reservation.”
Michael nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I trust you, Lea,” he said, his voice steady and sincere.
Lea smiled, a sense of relief washing over her. “Good. Because there are things we need to discuss, things that may be difficult to hear.” She took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her cup. “But I believe that together, we can face anything.”
Michael reached out, his hand covering hers in a gesture of solidarity. “I’m with you, Lea. Always.”
With his words, the bond between them felt stronger than ever, forged in the fires of truth and trust. As they sat together, sharing their tea and their thoughts, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the unspoken promise of a future built on honesty and unwavering faith in each other.
Lea looked into Michael’s eyes, her voice soft and searching. “Michael, what am I to you? Sometimes I feel like a patient handling a clumsy child.”
Michael’s expression grew earnest, and he gently squeezed her hand. “Lea, I wish to be possessed by you, to wholly abdicate my will to yours. This is how it should be, how it must be.”
His words struck a chord deep within her, and she felt a profound sense of understanding and connection. “Thank you, Michael,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
Michael nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. “I remember something, Lea. Something that makes me understand this is the way it should be. You are my guide, my anchor, and I trust you with every fiber of my being.”
Michael hesitated for a moment, then gathered his courage. “Lea, is it right to want you to take my virginity?”
Lea’s gaze softened, and she reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face. “Yes, Michael, it is,” she said gently. “But before we take that step, I want to show you what it means to completely belong to me. To trust me with all that you are and to understand the depth of our connection.”
She leaned in closer, her eyes searching his. “Our bond is more than physical. It’s about surrendering to each other, heart and soul. I want you to feel that, to truly know what it means to be mine.”
Michael nodded, his eyes filled with determination and a hint of vulnerability. “I want that too, Lea. I want to belong to you in every way.”
Lea smiled, her fingers caressing his cheek. “Then let me guide you, Michael. Let me show you the beauty of complete trust and devotion.”
Lea stood up, her hand still holding Michael’s, and gently led him towards the bedroom. The room was softly lit, the atmosphere intimate and serene. As they crossed the threshold, she turned to him, her eyes filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness.
“Michael,” she whispered, her voice steady but charged with emotion, “I’m ready to claim what is mine. Are you ready to give yourself to me completely?”
Michael’s heart raced, but he nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Lea. I am ready to be yours.”
Her smile was both loving and possessive. “Good,” she said softly, “because tonight, we begin a new chapter of our journey together. Trust in me, as I trust in you, and let me show you the full depths of belonging.”
With those words, she drew him close, their bodies and souls intertwining as they embraced the promise of a future bound by love, trust, and unwavering loyalty.
“Your penis only belongs inside your mommy, Michael. Your Mommy would be thrilled, though, if I found out what a hot little piece of ass she raised. Call me Mistress.” Lea stripped and buckled on a harness with a eleven inch dildo attached. Michael stripped as well. Mistress Lea disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a small tube of cream and a jar of vasoline. “For cramp relief. It doesn’t numb,” she said, holding up the cream. “All fours.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Michael climbed on the bed and laid his head down on crossed forearms with his ass in the air.
“Do you want this,” Lea asked, rubbing the anticramp cream around Michael’s sphincter, loosening it.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Mistress Lea. Why do you want it?”
“I love dick. I love being fucked. I love feeling my ass grow tighter and tighter around your dick and them pop, spasm, and release. I love screaming for more. It sets me free, blows down every barrier inside me. The only time I can truly be myself is when you’re fucking me.”
“Do you need this?”
“Yes, Mistress Lea. I need to feel safe and helpless, lost in a world of pleasure beyond my control, a world you control, feeling you all about me, possessing me.”
“Do you need this?” Lea asked, pressing the head of the heavily lubed dildo to Michael’s rectum.
“Yes, Mistress Lea,” Michael groaned. Michael stifled his cry when she pushed into him in one slow stroke and immediately began fucking her enormous cock in and out of his asshole. Michael gasped in short coughs that grew farther apart until one came out as a screech. “Fuck, Mistress Lea!! Yes, Mistress Lea!”
Lea slipped into a more fluidic motion, nailing Michael in an unhurried rhythm. “Is this what you need, Michael?”
“Yes, Yes. God. Yes! Fuck me!” He was tossing his needy ass back at her, grinding it against her pelvis as he whimpered.
“Would you like me to rub your little girl clit, Michael?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please.”
“I want you to say it.”
“Rub my little girl clit, Mistress. I need it so bad.”
“I want to hear you beg.”
“Please Mistress. Fuck. I need it. Please, Mistress. I’ll love it and scream so good for you if you could rub my little girl clit. God, Mistress. Please. I’ll do anything.”
Semen oozed ran like hot water from a barely open spigot into Lea’s hand as she twisted her pet’s foreskin back and forth. “You’re such a good boy for loving my cock.”
“I know,” Michael gasped. “Thank you.” He began to ride higher and higher again until he was screaming and begging for more.
“I never dreamed your Mommy raised such a hot piece of ass. I wish she could see this, see you like this, see me fucking you, see me giving you everything you need. What would she think of you, Michael?”
“She’d be happy that I’d become what I am on the inside, Mistress.”
“And what’s that, plaything?”
“A wanton slut, a tramp who’ll offer her ass up to anyone who stares at it.”
Lea smacked the side of Michael’s ass.
“Am I taking your cock wrong, Mistress?”
Lea smiled and shook her head. “You are a hot fuck, Baby. You take my cock just the way I like it. You can tell I like it by the way I fuck you, can’t you? Can’t you tell I love fucking your needy slut ass. It is needy, isn’t it Baby?” Lea began to fuck Michael’s ass more fervently. “It does not this. You do need this, don’t you? Don’t you, Michael?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he screamed, lost in the fuck haze, climbing again to orgasm. “Yes, Mistress. Fuck me! Fuck me! I love cock! I love your fucking cock!” He began to thrash and squeal. “Take my ass good. Take my slut fucking . . . Oh God fucking love your dick in me. In me! In me! Fuck me! Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress!” He kept chanting those two words, head held back. “Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress!”
“I’m fucking your god damned ass, Michael. You sissy faggot.”
“Mistress!! Mistress!!”
Lea grabbed his waist and started taking such long stroke that all 11 inches of her cock came out of Michael’s ass on each and sunk back in. Michael began letting out one long scream.
“This is who I am, Michael. Forget everything and just know. This is who I am.”
“Mommymommmymommmymommymommy,” he babbled, his chest wracked. “Mommy, one more cum.”
Lea reached between his legs and took the head of his shorn, uncircumcised girl clit and began twiddling it with her fingers. “You can have as many as you want, Baby.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking me! Fucking me. Love fucking me.”
“I do, my pet. I could never get past your hot ass. Who are you? Who do you feel like?”
“Your bitch,” Michaell screeched at the top of his lungs through clenched teeth.
“Then I’ll be your whore and you can fuck me without betraying your mommy.”
“No!” Mchael gasped. “Virginity hers.”
“We’ll see.” Lea began to pull off him. “I think you’ve had enough.”
“I love you, Mistress Lea.” Michael’s chest heaved with each word.
“You are such a delight. Go clean up, pet.” Lea didn’t stop to wonder at her detachment, it all felt so natural.
Lea unharnessed her cock and tossed it in the top sheet that she took to the laundry room. She returned to find Michael, beautiful Michael, hairless except for the light blond curls on either side of his head, His penis was very hard. “Michael, do you still feel the spell of the tea?”
Michael nodded.
“Forget these sentence after I speak them but remember their truth. You will not cum until you cum in me. If feel the first taste of orgasm, something will seem amiss. The sense that something is amiss will be strong enough that you won’t be able to stop wondering what that something is until your excitement is gone and then you’ll remember me. And you’ll wish you were fucking me. And you will resume until you start to feel the first tingles of orgasm and it will happen again. Each time it happens, you will stop to wish you were fucking me and you will think there is something wrong with what’s happening because you will be certain I want you to cum. Something wonderful might happen. And, if you cum, it won’t happen. And you don’t know what it is but you want to protect it for both of us. Then, if you try to cum again, the same thing will happen, with the same thoughts, but they’ll make less sense each time until you don’t understand at all and feel that it would be best if you came some other time. And you will know I want you to.” Lea began pulling on a robe. “Now you can hear me again. Your penis is very erect. Perhaps you need to cum. You’ll enjoy touching it a great deal. Rub it for me. Rub my dick for me. I’ll be out in the kitchen.”
Lea stopped to check in on Michael, invariably smiling and babbling about loving her and belonging to her as he masturbated in various states of excitement. She’d reassure him that he was going good, that everything was right with him, with them, and with the world, so long as he rubbed her dick for her. He’d whine and beg and she’d smile, leaning up against the doorway, and blow him a kiss and his eyes would roll back and he’d sag and his hand would fall nearly still while he wondered what defined him more, that he loved Mistress Lea, or that he was her possession, as though that would allow him to lance his balls, as though that were something he needed to know. Failing to cum and certain that he had disappointed someone though not sure who, he slipped into some of Fate’s clean clothes and joined Lea in the den. She was tapping on her phone, navigating Google Earth, trying to locate the “All Nude” strip club that would lead them to cancer boy. In Knoxville.
