Date: Mon, 01 Aug 2005 09:50:17 -0700 From: Richard Blaine Subject: Colegiate Cream Slave Part Two Collegiate Cream Slave By Rick This is a fantasy, a continuation of my Cream Lover Stories. I want to thank all of you who have sent me emails, they have encouraged me to write this next set. As always, send any comments to rick_blaine69@hotmail.com. When I got back to my off-campus housing, and saw that no one was there, I went straight to my room, locked the door, stripped off my clothes, jumped on the bed and began to masturbate. At the last minute, I swung my knees up to my head, and was able to wrap my lips around my throbbing cock before I started to cum. And I got all my cream in my mouth, not missing a drop! Mmmmm, it tasted so good. As I slowly swallowed my own cream, I thought about what was to happen on Friday, but I hadn't a clue. Today was Monday, and Friday seemed so far away. Part 2 All day Friday I was so excited that I had trouble concentrating during my classes. I really don't know why I was excited, but maybe because Mrs. Robinson made me feel special by confiding in me. Just like Frankie had, but in a different way. At 7 sharp I ranged their doorbell, and Mr. Robinson opened it. "Welcome, you are as precise as always, my boy. Come on in." We shook hands, and he held mine with both of his huge, but gentle hands for several seconds before letting go. As I walked through the door I was immediately impressed. The foyer was a good size, with a winding staircase to the second floor. To the right, through open double doors, was the library with a wall of books. To the left, was a spacious formal living room. Mr. Robinson led me down a hall going under the staircase. "Mrs. Robinson is in the office", he said. "Ah, my young man is here, and on time as usual", she said as she stood up. Both Mr. and Mrs. Robinson were wearing black. She wore what looked like a long flowing dressing gown made of silk. It was form fitting, and clung to her lithe body. He was wearing similar attire, but in his case it accentuated his broad shoulders, tapering at his waist, and then flowing back out, almost reaching the floor. After the usual minute of chit chat, she said that we were going down to the viewing room where she would explain the exciting plans that they had for me. Instead of going out to the hall from which I had entered, we went through a second door that lead to a narrow stairway going down. She lead the way with Mr. Robinson following behind me. When we reached the bottom, there were three doors, one to the left, one to the right, and one directly in front of us, that is the door we entered. After we all stepped through the door, Mr. Robinson closed it. The room was lit by art deco sconces on the walls, giving it the look and feel of a film noir scene. The room was small, maybe 10 by 10. Against one wall was a large sofa, on the opposite wall was a wide screen LCD TV, the kind that hangs on the wall. Along the third wall was a wet bar, above which were two shelves filled with liquor bottles, and a wine rack. Everything was art deco. Mrs. Robinson told me to sit in the center of the sofa, and she sat on my right. Mr. Robinson went to the wet bar, and suggested that we have a glass of wine before the show began. At this point I was confused, and Mrs. Robinson could see this by the look on my face. She told me that they were going to play a DVD that would explain everything, the we would talk about it. After Mr. Robinson brought the glasses of wine, he sat on my left. We clicked glasses, took several sips of wine, just to relax, he prompted. A few sips turn out to be half a glass. It was very strong wine. Next to Mr. Robinson was the TV control panel, he flipped several switches, and the lights dimmed. The screen came to life, and on it was the title, "Caught in the Act." The first image I saw was the second floor staff room at the bookstore. The door opened, and Frankie and I entered. When I watched us strip, and then embrace and kiss, I was embarrassed, I wanted to run away. But I couldn't move, I really couldn't move, my arms and legs wouldn't move. The images on the screen were doing "69", sucking and enjoying each others cock. Then one fucking the other. Everything that Frankie and I had done in that room was on the screen for all to see. I could tell that it covered a long time span of all of our meetings in that room. And Mr. and Mrs. Robinson had seen all of it. "Well," Mrs. Robinson said, "you have shown us that you are ready to be our little slave. We have been searching for someone like you for a long time. And all the time you were right under our noses. But now you will be under our control, my little boy slave." "Yes," said Mr. Robinson, "we have been looking for a cream lover like you. You are going to be our sweet slave, my personal sweet cock sucker and your Mistress' sweet pussy eater. And it all starts tonight." They picked me off from the sofa, for I could not walk, my legs were like rubber. My wine had been drugged. We left the TV room, out to the hall, and through one of the other doors. The room we entered was lit the same way, but it was entirely different. There were chains on the walls, chains hanging from the ceiling. There was a barrel in the center of the room, a old fashion chaise lounge along one wall, and a king size bed on the opposite wall. Next to the barrel was a wooden arm chair, with a large hole in the seat and leather straps on the legs, arms, and the high back. They sat me in the chair, and as I sat, they removed their dressing gowns. Mistress wore a leather bra that supported her firm breasts, while exposing the top and her large nipples. Her black leather, high-heeled boots went to just below her knees. She put on long, black leather gloves, then undid her hair showing its long, lustrous length, to just above her rounded ass cheeks. Her pussy was covered with a large patch of soft, black pussy hair. Master wore only a thick black belt around his waist with a large silver buckle, and on his feet he wore leather boots up to just above his ankles. He also put on leather gloves, but they only covered his huge hands. He was over six feet tall, big, brawny shoulders, hairy chest, with large nipples. As he stood before me, his genitals were almost in my face. His cock was large, even while it was flaccid. When in full erection, it would be about 8 inches in length, and very thick. His balls were also large, befitting the size of his cock. I could sense feeling coming back to my legs and arms. My Master knew this already. "Stand up, my sweet little slave," he ordered. "Strip for your Mistress and me." Knowing I had no choice, I complied with the order. Once naked, my clothes were thrown into a basket in a corner of the room. My Mistress and Master, each taking one of my arms, shackled chains to my wrists. One of them pushed a button, and I was slowly lifted off the floor, as my arms were pulled upward and out. Once my feet were off the ground, they shackled chains to my ankles, and my legs were spread. Then my Master placed a leather collar around my neck, and locked it. As I hung there, they began running their leather covered hands all over my body, squeezing my balls, stroking my cock, fingering my ass hole, and sticking their fingers in my mouth. I was completely theirs, I was their slave. I do not know how long they fondled my body, but finally, Mistress began to really squeeze my balls. So hard did she squeeze, that I yelled out in pain. As she continued to squeeze, Master stroked my cock until I could no longer hold back. Mistress held a wine glass near my cock, and as I shot large wads of cream, she caught them in the wine glass. When I was done, she brought the glass to my lips, and I drunk my cream. As I hung there, I was lowered. They released me from my chains, and sat me in the chair. It was like a toilet seat, my ass, balls, and cock shown through the hole. I was strapped into the chair by my arms, legs, and by the collar around my neck. My Mistress spoke to me, whispering in my ear, "Good night my sweet little slave, sleep tight." As she said this, my Master attached nipple claps, with weights. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to be uncomfortable. Then he attached a ball ring with weights. He then gave me a gentle kiss on my lips and held it. I responded to it, and kissed him back. They walked out the door, and the lights went out.