Coffee with Rachel- Part 3 I sat fascinated as I listened ..

Coffee with Rachel- Part 3 I sat fascinated as I listened to Rachel go on about her stay on the Lord’s compound. I mean, as citizens, we all know that the Lord demands complete submission of both the husbands and the wives who win the lottery. And the chastity cage part is something that we’re all completely aware of. The devices have sort of even become a fixture in our society that a lot of the Lord’s older sons like to make husbands wear when they play with their wives. What I wasn’t aware of, however, is that the cage is pretty much all the husband’s allowed to wear during their stay at the Compound. Which, ghastly enough, I now learned is true even if there’s a formal dinner party or some other event that the couple happens to get invited to. And events like that happen at least weekly, according to Rachel. In any event, I was so transfixed on her words that I’m not even certain that I breathed during the story of their first morning. Per Serena’s advice, they had set their alarm for 5am. Rachel showered, did her hair and makeup in the way she’d been instructed in the weeks prior and then took her spot in the stirrups for Jake to handle his shaving duties. There was no awkwardness that morning, the way there had been with Serena and the guards present the day before. If anything, Rachel said that it sort of represented one last tender moment between just the two of them before their world would be forever changed. But Rachel also said that there was something almost empowering about the situation – at least with respect to her relationship with Jake. She said that it was almost surreal having her legs parted that morning for her husband for no other purpose than to have him groom her pussy to the specifications of another more dominant male. “At one point,” she said giggling, “I even playfully chided him to run his fingers over and around my butthole just to make certain that he’d caught all the strays, emphasizing how much we want to make a good first impression for our Lord.” We were both now laughing. But in Jake’s defense, Rachel said that he’d seemed to have listened well to Serena’s instructions. She was even fairly certain that she’d personally never gotten her pussy any smoother than Jake had the morning of the Lord’s first use. Rachel then began to giggle even more uncontrollably as she told me how Jake had remarked about how “the shaving” had seemed to have gotten her so wet – apparently not realizing that that particular biological process had already begun the very instant their alarm went off that morning. Rachel said that there were no words to even explain it. Like it was something in the air. Or maybe there’s just something about being in the vicinity of the Lord – even in a giant governmental complex – that keeps a female’s reproductive systems on high alert. She could hardly remember a single time while they were there that her pussy wasn’t oozing in anticipation of be stretched and wrapped around the Lord. By 6:15, Rachel’s makeup and pussy were both perfect. The only thing left was for Jake to pick what Serena had referred to as her deflowering lingerie. Jake would be presenting his wife to the Lord on this very first morning as a gift, and he would need to be able to explain to the Lord why he chose the particular lingerie that he did. Serena had warned him to be prepared for this part, because it would set the stage for his relationship to the Lord for the entire duration of their stay. The knock at the door came only moments after she’d slipped on the delicate panties that Jake had selected. Jake had decided to take the bold step of keeping her breasts bare for the Lord, a move which Rachel personally loved. As she’d promised she would do, Serena escorted us to the Lord’s bedroom that very first morning. The walk was a rather long one, and through surprisingly busy corridors for that time of the morning. Rachel hadn’t anticipated being so exposed to so many unfamiliar people, all of whom instantly knew what lay in store for her in a mere matter of minutes. While the situation was a turn on for her, she could tell by the almost full inch of space in the tip of Jake’s cage that it was definitely not having the same effect on him. Again, the two of giggled slightly at Jake’s expense. And then came the moment. As we entered the room, the lighting was still somewhat dim, but definitely cast a pleasing ambiance. While our eyes adjusted, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by a feeling of absolute safety. Safety from pretty much every other person or thing on the planet – save for one. The one who lay seated on a giant bed positioned on a slightly elevated platform relative to every other surface in the room. He sat close to the edge with one foot on the floor. His massive chest and shoulder were bare, and Racheld assumed the rest of him was as well, but he lay with a sheet covering his manhood. “Welcome” he said to the two of us. “Thank you, Serena, as always. You are free to go. Rachel, you are every bit the vision I anticipated that you’d be. Jake, I will need you to remain here for this first day. But don’t assume that privilege will be extended on every occasion.” “Yes sir,” Jake said obediently. “Bring your wife to me and tell me about those pretty little panties that you picked out to present her in. Rachel told me how the two of them moved forward toward the side of the bed on which the Lord was positioned. “Sir,” Jake began “allow me to begin by telling you how honored we are to be of service to you and this great nation. I’ve chosen to present my wife in only panties this morning out of respect for you and the purpose of this honorable mission. As I will undoubtedly be watching my wife use her breasts to feed your son, I thought it only appropriate that I present her in a manner befitting of this momentous occasion.” Rachel said that the Lord was very pleased with Jake’s presentation. And it was at that point that the Lord abruptly stood up from his reclined perch on the edge of his bed. “Oh… My…. God,” Rachel said with her eyes now large as saucers. “The Lord is a fucking giant. Six feet ten inches of nothing but muscle. But – believe it or not - that’s not even the most impressive part! His cock is terrifyingly huge.” She almost screamed this last part at me. “I kid you not, girl,” she continued. “This thing hung almost to the middle of his thigh… completely limp!!!” Rachel went on to remark how she couldn’t help but gasp when she saw it, and it was loud enough that she saw Jake look her way in response. “I think it’s time that we got to know one another,” the Lord apparently said in a very calm and reassuring tone as he motioned them toward the slightly elevated platform on which the bed was positioned. “Please, both of you, come and kneel before me.” Rachel then described how she took Jake by the hand as they both made their way to the Lord’s bedside. And she confessed how mesmerized she was by the massive penis that awaited them. “My god, I was so fucking nervous that Jake might be able to sense my excitement,” she confessed shaking her head involuntarily. “Jesus,” she said, “looking back, that poor motherfucker had to have been able to tell.” She giggled to herself, seeming to linger in reflection on this last part. “In any event,” Rachel continued, “I took my place on my knees directly in eyeline with the largest, most perfect penis head that I’ve fucking seen. Jake positioned himself just to my right. “Our eyes had completely adjusted by this point in time, and I could make out every ridge and corpuscle running down the Lord’s impressive shaft. Girl, part of me wanted to run screaming from it. It’s fucking enormous. But fuck, another part of me just wanted inside me as deep as it would fucking go…” Her eyes trailed off as she finished that last part. I could tell at this point that Rachel was lost in the moment. Her cheeks were thoroughly flushed and the poor girl had incessantly started licking her lips for some bizarre reason. Uncertain exactly of what was about to happen next, Rachel described how the two of them waited patiently on their knees in silence for direction from the Lord. Time seemed to come to a complete standstill in such close proximity to the Lord’s equally massive scrotum. And she confessed how even having her husband next to her in no way discouraged her “more primitive” instincts. If the saturated strip of delicate fabric between her thighs was any indication, she was more than ready to do the Lord’s bidding – and patriotism be damned – she was fairly certain at that point that she now wanted it simply to have it. Then finally, the Lord broke the silence. “Jake,” he said authoritatively, “I’m pleased with you and your wife, and I wish you both a pleasant stay on my compound. But sadly, I have much to attend to this morning, so this particular occasion will be a bit briefer than I normally prefer.” “The Lord then took me by my hand and helped me rise from my kneeling position simultaneously as he reclaimed his slightly reclined position on the bed” Rachel continued. “At this point, with Scott still kneeling at the side of the bed, the Lord motioned me onto the mattress between his massively chiseled thighs. His touch was unexpectedly gentle as he positioned me exactly where and how he wanted, which was on my elbows with my ass perched high and my face a mere 3 or 4 inches from his rapidly engorging penis. He definitely liked me” she said literally beaming with pride. The best part of that moment, according to Rachel, is what the Lord said next.