Extending the MILF List Ch. 25

"Okay, okay, let me do this. I met a guy in college. This is how it all happened for me. What my mother said, what she told you, bullshit. Not a lie, just, well a lie but my parents are struggling to deal with me as it is and Daddy wants to fuck me and until Mommy met you, it was never going to happen. She arrived home that night and just looked at Daddy and told him if he fucked me, she'd have to let him, a complete change of direction from the threats of jail and being a prison bitch for Bubba that she'd been discoursing at him before. Being who she is, she had to explain it all to us. You, the blond, fucking in the stairwell, all of it."

"Wait! Didn't you say she was, I mean he was fucking you already?"

She nodded. "We were...um...discreet. Daddy kept discussing it with her so we could be open about it but she was rock firm against until that night with you. How she kept saying she was not a lesbian even as she climaxed with the woman's tongue!"

Oh yes! It all came back to me. "So she did confess to liking pussy while not being a lesbian?" I asked just to participate in the conversation.

Pet's eyes went wide. "You're shitting me! Why would you say that? I mean, she does have an amazing ability to eat pussy. She claimed she'd never been eaten before, but I never...oh fuck me!"

"I don't know for certain, but the girl that watched me fuck her in that stairwell said it was well known that your dear mother does like to lick pussy."

"And she's skilled, the practice would explain that. But don't distract me I am making a point here." Pet, er Candi, er Demitasse...so sort of like that one, no, this was Tracie, shook her head like she had water in her ears. "I got a boy friend in college, like right away, the first week he fucked me and then took me home to meet his parents. Turned out his father was head of the English department and the guy would 'select' a new student, usually a freshman, for his father. His father fucked me that night like I'd never been fucked before...every hole, virgin ass and all...god it was amazing...best fuck of my life, ever!"

"I take that as a challenge! Everyone needs a goal to shoot at." I muttered. Pet ignored me.

"The next four years were, let's just say, an education. The man trained me. Taught me dozens of sexual things I never imagined. I learned to eat pussy with his wife...she fucked me with a strap on. The first two years were just a tour, and we visited every corner of that dark kingdom, beyond imagination. I'd go home and be all shivery the whole time, because, in year three I lived with them as a full time pet. Naked the whole time, never allowed on the furniture, eating out of a pet bowl...I bet I fucked half the faculty. Husbands, wives. I was the community hole for the English department. Even the SA's got a piece of Tracie. By the time I was a Senior, I was prime meat and rewards for various things people did. Best paper got Tracie. Best test score...got Tracie. When I graduated, I was full pet trained and it fit me perfectly. I graduated and they put me out. He only trained students. So I went home. I was lost. I mean, the training was so good, so integrated, I didn't know how to behave. I needed a dom directing me, setting my daily agenda, all of it.

"Freaked my parents out of their skin. I was naked around the house, never on the furniture...but they are reasonable people, open minded, well, to a point at least, so I thought until Mother met you anyway. I honestly think that she'd not really had an orgasm until she met you."

"Oh well, I doubt..." I started modestly. Pet, for all her training, interrupted me.

"They listened when I told them about my real schooling, the training I received. Mother asked what I was good for and that changed my mind...she's always been good at that, insisting that I think for myself, understanding is the key that unlocks the shackles of slavery, she always said. Turns out I liked the shackles. Now, fuck, she's right again. I have to figure out how to tell you what I know so you don't do stupid shit."

"Good luck with that. I have that skill and have made it a hobby I pursue with some gusto. You get I have no idea what you are talking about, right?"

She regarded me in silence for a while. The bustle of the place seemed to fade away so we were all alone. "Listen, Sonny...no, I'll finish first. They sent me away. Gave me to Dad's father, grandma died and I was his comfort pet for a few months. He wasn't much of a fuck but he loved to order me around. I got a whole set of new toys with him. He had me fuck some people and liked to watch. It was pretty fun. Then I spent time with Mom's brother while he was separated...ended up eating his estranged wife and they got back together, but I had to go...they couldn't accommodate a third person in the bedroom once they got sorted out. Then Daddy began talking about keeping me for their own, as their pet and Mommy got all weird and shit, gave me to a neighbor guy to get me out of the house. Then you fucked her and suddenly she's all eager to see Daddy fuck me and he does. She watches and then licks his cum out of me...what a tongue that woman has!"

I was getting the picture. I'd been touring a part of the world where pussy was plentiful and scrumptious and it turns out I was only in the tourist part of town where everything fit the brochures. Pet was telling of the strange culture beyond the glitz and glamor of the commercial ambitions. I got vertigo, again. More. There was much more to this brave new world that has such people in it than eye has seen or ear heard, mine at least. I wondered why she was telling me this.

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

"Because, Mommy decided she could give me to you and you'd know what to do with me."

"Oh." I grunted, nonplussed. "Mommy isn't as smart as you thought, is she?"

Pet shook her head. Well, Tracie did. It finally soaked in that the 'normal' clothing went with Tracie, along with sitting in the booth and eating with a fork. Pet had a whole other set of connotations.

"Yeah. I don't know all you did with her but she decided you had the same chops as Professor Milsovich."

"I don't."

Tracie shrugged. I confess I was hoping she'd deny my admission and give me credit I wasn't really due. She didn't and despite the disappointment, it was a bit reassuring, as truth usually is if we will be brave and face it honestly. "You have something, Sonny, but an erudite and expressive grasp of what that is, is not it. She gave me to you and damned if I am not happy about it, despite being clumsy and ignorant and...." She stopped and lifted her eyes from the table to stare at me with horror, then terror in them. For a round moment she stared at me and I stared at her, we stared at each other. She finally blinked a few times and realized I was waiting on her, which suggested she was waiting for a smack for saying I was clumsy and ignorant which was only the truth. I was not going to punish the messenger, and when that became apparent, she just continued like she'd not glitched on the words "clumsy" and "ignorant in the first place. "I mean, from the first, I wanted to please you, in a way that I never felt before. I mean, I have that training, to please, to obey...but fuck, you are clueless and all I wanted is for you to be happy with me, to keep me!"

I have to admit I'd not had this sentiment expressed so nakedly before but as moments go, this was another in the string of them that tended to rattle my cage and bong my bell so it reverberated with resonance. Somehow, I made these females want to please me. And they worked at it. I had this sudden flush of satisfaction that felt corrosive and frightening. And Pet seemed to read my mind.

"Listen, Sonny, being a dom is not turning someone into a mindless beast you use like a tool. Oh, you use us like tools, don't let me confuse you." Done, already! "One guy told me he was a dom and would teach me to obey so if he told me to step in front of a bus, I'd do that. What a fuck head! That isn't being a dom, it is being a psychopath. Let's be clear. The only way that works is if the dumb bitch is suicidal and that makes as much sense as leaving the keys in your car at a car thief's convention. A dom may have a sub as property but a good dom takes good care of his property, or that property runs away from the shithead. Being a dom is not a stupid license or an evil permit either one, any more than being submissive is a passive license or an idiot certificate. Nothing stops a sub from being passive or stupid but the dom and if he doesn't do it, and she wants to, then she will. If that makes any sense...."

I shook my head. "It doesn't. Not even a little. I am doing like I am told and listening closely though." I caught the irony just as the words flew away from my lips. I was too confused, so didn't know whether to be proud or ashamed. Seems like a dominant something would know that, right? I am just being honest here, that I am honest with myself first seems to be important somehow...I hoped that was a start that fit this strange path I seemed to have stepped onto when I took Pet's leash...which was, after all, following Mr. Blue's instructions. Hmmmm.

Pet shook her head, Pet, not Tracie. The motion was a pet's gesture, again like a cat trying to get water out of its ears. "Okay, okay, I can't even begin to explain everything that Professor Milsovich told me...he loved to explain shit and seemed to have it all sorted out into some academic thesis, but whatever it was, it worked on me. He changed me, into Pet. And I never felt so good about who or what I was. Am. But listen, let's start here. You clearly have no inhibitions about exposing me to others, letting them see and use me as I like, right?"

Now that she mentioned it.... "Well, I guess I don't, no." That inclination had entangled me with lots of females and their significant others, not to mention, sons, daughters, mothers and fathers to date. I'd not really considered it...how store clerks got to orgasm on the clock and on the cock was just one element of this.

"We'll start here then. Where you are. I love it. I do. I love feeling the eyes of people on me as I am sexually used...by you...I mean you decide what I do and I do it. Others can watch and if they disapprove and snark and mock, it is as good as clapping approval, awe, envy or wet cunt astonishment. Some people, I think of them as 'old school', who think displaying sexual proclivities is declasse, to be avoided and even condemned. I think it is the Mrs. Gore syndrome."

She lost me. "Mrs. Gore? Is this something I should know about? It sounds dirty!"

She shook her head. Tracie was back in her fullness. "No. Professor Milsovich told me about it. In the 80s, Al Gore's wife got all bent about computer games, or maybe it was music back then but also movies and insisted we warn everyone so no one has to see or hear something that might shock them. So we warn of nudity, bad language, smoking, farting, pimple popping and burnt toast now on everything to protect the snowflake sensibilities. The net effect is censorship. People who say I should not suck a cock in public make the same mistake that she did. She, Mrs. Gore ignored the simple fact that if you see something you dislike on a TV, you can turn the channel or god forbid, turn the fucking thing off. In real life, if you don't like someone else's tattoo or hair style or the way she sucks a cock under a restaurant table, you can fucking look away or close your eyes!"

Pet was getting down right passionate. I found it sort of sexy. I got wood. Or was it the idea of her sucking a cock under a table in this restaurant? My cock has all the subtlety of a motorcycle gang. She wasn't finished.

"Look behind you. See that table with the three guys and the lady? One of them has 'virgin' written on his forehead. If you told me to go over there and offer to suck his cock, I would do it. And...if he agreed to let me, I'd not just ask, I'd get his cock in my mouth and drink down his cum."

I twisted around and saw immediately to whom she referred. He had curly black hair and pimples and gapped teeth but really thick, pink lips that glistened and made him look sensual in an obtuse and ignorant sort of way. All potential and no experience. The woman with them had the uncomfortable look of a Mother listening to three guys chattering with all her attention focused on not embarrassing her son by being too big a prude. I twisted around to look at pet, eager to understand what she was trying to tell me.

"Well, I'd suggest waiting until the woman goes off to powder her nose. He might actually agree to let you suck him then. Not with her there though."

Pet blinked back at me, flushing with a sort of pleasure that defied categorization but she was clearly pleased.

"Oh god, Sonny. You have all the right instincts but you are just a maze of confusion and tangled up chaos. You're an idiot! I can't sort you out but when you are, you'll be amazing."

"I'm not amazing now? I confess to being a bit disappointed." I was, too.

"She's leaving." Pet said, despite her clothing that cried "just Tracie" to the world, her voice was all breathy and "pet". So it wasn't the clothes that made the pet. I waited and Pet whispered. "She's gone."

"Go offer." I said equally softly. I got out of the booth and stood at her side of the table and helped her to stand, offering a hand, then sat where she'd been sitting, all nicely warmed with her hot little bottom, so I could watch without twisting around. Pet walked to the table and spoke to them, to the geek guy. The three guys looked at each other and laughed, the one that had nothing virgin about him spoke to her and she replied. The hubbub of the place made it like watching a TV show with the sound turned down. Pet twisted around and nodded at me, pointing at me with her chin. She was somber and serious. They quit laughing. I swear I could read one guy's lips, saying, "you're serious?"

Pet nodded and the two guys looked at geek glasses and he blushed sunset red. He looked from one guy to the other before nodding. Pet dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. It was over so fast, no one really noticed. She had his cock out and in her mouth with a minimum of effort and the guy stiffened, bucked, arching in the booth and then his head went back and his mouth opened and I expected he was groaning. What a way to get a first blow job! I was almost jealous but wasn't sure how'd I react to such an offer. Then again, I could make her make that offer to me...and suddenly that clicked in. She was referring to exactly that...giving her things to do that she'd do happily...and I felt the gulf of ignorance yawning below me. I glimpsed something important, something about knowing all the things she would do, but also a few things she'd never do unless I told her to do them...and those other few things I should never ask of her. The sheer complexity of it took away my breath.

I was still mulling this over when Tracie slid into the booth opposite me. She had this self-satisfied look on her face, sort of complacent and proud but also sheepish. I regarded her in silence, hers and mine. The woman returned and the guys stared at her with the most peculiar looks. She looked mystified. I'd have loved to have heard their following conversation!

"See? Your silence is telling." Tracie said. "Most guys would have been all full of their own words, wanting commentary or some shit and you just wait for me to speak. You have no idea how rare that is."

I did. My silence was inattention, and I felt a bit guilty for not correcting her impression. But then it occurred to me it was because I had something going on, rather than just being an empty pan. So I nodded. Silently.

Tracie actually smiled.

"God. What is it about you?" She asked softly. "Listen, Sonny, a couple things. I want to go everywhere with you, I mean everywhere, but you are the Master, I am the pet, so even when I pout, you decide. That is understood, okay? And using me, sexually, which humans you decide to offer me to is yours to decide. I doubt you'd offer me to do anything that Professor Milsovich didn't train me too, but if you did, I'd like that. Go figure. Still...you get my point. I can't explain everything to you, but I can discuss some things from time to time, if that is not too confusing or irritating."

I regarded her for a little while before noticing the geek guy pointing at us. The woman turned to stare in my direction. I stared back until she blushed and turned away. Somehow I understood something in a visceral way I could not put into words and it was all tangled up with what Pet was telling me. She was trained and I just didn't know how to invoke her training...that made me feel callow and inexperienced.

I pulled my eyes back to Pet. She regarded me with a mixed stare, part adoration which made me a bit nervous and part curiosity, like she was waiting on me to do something and I had no idea what. "You must think I am a bumpkin dummy." I said. "I mean, you talk all this shit and I have little or no idea of what you mean. It's alien to me. But I'll learn, I promise. If you have that much patience...?" That was the reality that coddled my cockles and cock.

For a moment, Tracie was wholly gone and then snapped back, her eyes cleared of that glazed "pet" look and she shook her head, then nodded. Either she was confused or I was. "Sonny, when I say that there is something about you, I mean it. I mean, since Professor Milsovich, I have been with several Masters, five, no six anyway, for like longer than three weeks. And everyone of them treated me like garbage. Not as good as any pet dog or irritating cat. All I got from them was contempt, anger, spite, resentment, not even pity just a constant flow of the most detestable emotions they could muster. All to motivate them to give me what I wanted. What I needed. What I was trained for. How long have I been with you, three, four days? Never a whiff of that. In fact, I have never felt more at home with anyone than I do with you, have with you. I don't think I could leave now if I wanted to, and I don't. Never once did I have this conversation with them...oh I tried, each time, to explain, to discuss, to tell them what I knew, what I wanted, needed, desired. Three of them told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I did, mind you, but it was with the sick feeling that I had to leave and soon. I did.

"With them, they needed to learn respect and that is not a lesson you teach, it is a violence life imposes with a hammer and chisel on the rock of your soul. You respect a SKILL saw or it cuts off your hand. Some lessons you fail once and you never get to try again. Others, they never stop coming round, and the test is always a surprise but the lesson is always the same. For me, it is a need I cannot ask for, but few understand it...they need to learn respect and I can't teach that. You," here she laughed, a sort of barking, ironic laugh that had this sardonic twinge that made her seem pathetic and sad. "You, you need to learn something else. If anything, you respect everyone too much...or no, not too much, you aren't a carpet man...no, it's like you never make anyone earn it. You give it first and then, if you take it away, it is gone forever, like you are brittle in the end but flexible and amiable to start. You are a paradox yourself."

She fell silent and I went inside to refer to my Mandarin dictionary, which was all ideograms that told their eloquent stories, just not to me. Out of that miasma of confusion, a good question rose like a covering mist, defining that confusion, but not dispelling it. "So? What am I missing?" I asked, feeling like I'd found the right question out of the ball of barbed wire that was my confusion.

Tracie looked at me and shook her head. "See? You are different. Really different. You ask that without any idea of what that suggests. I am a smart woman. You ask that of most people and they think you are weak, stupid, callow and dismiss you. You ask it because you don't care that they might think that of you in spite of the spite they might offer, likely will toss at you. They do it because they blame everyone else when they get treated badly, never their doing, never counting their contribution as determinate, and the lesson for them becomes familiar and constant, and they never learn it, just suffer the same bruises over and over again. That question right there is who you are, and it tells me that staying with you like this was the first truly smart thing I have ever done. No one acknowledges you, recognizes you and you never demand it. Well, if you let me stay with you, I will do that for you. You need what you cannot ask for, validation. God knows I know what that is like, needing what you can't ask for."