Chapter 4
It was Friday morning. Two days since our dinner with Becky. Two days. Had I changed that much in two days? I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at myself. Except for some slight bruising on my bottom, I looked like exactly the same person. On the other hand, I felt quite different. I felt like I was a runaway train. I was determined to have a long talk with Jake tonight. I needed to get some level of control back.
I got dressed and went downstairs, and a little later I heard Amy coming in. "Good Morning!" she called as she came in. I went over and poured another cup of coffee, handing it to her as she came into the room.
She took a seat at the table while I remained standing next to the counter, and we chatted aimlessly. She eventually said with a good natured grin, "Would you please sit down, I'm getting a crick in my neck!"
I smiled back and sat down tentatively. My ass was still sore, and the reason that I was standing was that I was not sure it would be completely comfortable sitting. I was right; I could feel the bruises on my ass.
Apparently, Amy could tell that I was hurting as well, because she asked if I was OK. "It's nothing," I said, and I could feel my face blushing.
"I don't think it's just nothing," Amy chortled. "Fess up!"
"Well, it's your fault!" I complained.
"Mine?" she asked.
"Yesterday you mentioned that Jim spanked you," I explained, "and when Jake heard that, he decided that he would see how he liked it. He went a little overboard, and my ass is a little sore this morning. Happy?"
"Well, I would be happier if I had seen that," she said, "but at least I understand why you are having trouble sitting."
"Amy!" I shrieked in chagrin.
She just smiled evilly and asked, "Besides the after effects, was it good?"
I blushed again as I nodded.
"Slave one night, naughty girl the next," Amy said. "You are certainly having a more active time than normal." We had discussed our sex lives, and she knew that we didn't have sex every night, so this was unusual. The only difference with what she said, however, was that I was a slave girl both nights.
She must have seen something in my face because she said, "You are usually not this embarrassed, even when we discuss your sex life. What's up with that?"
"Nothing," I said. "It's just that this is new territory for me."
We sat quietly drinking our coffee for a few minutes, and I saw that Amy was looking at me speculatively. A few minutes later, she said, "Claire, get me a piece of cake."
I started going to get it when I realized what she had said. Amy was, if nothing else, unfailingly polite. She always said please and thank you. She hadn't asked me for the cake, she had demanded it. It wasn't anything large, but it was surprising. I handed her the cake with a questioning glance, but Amy just said, "Thank you." I mentally shrugged and we continued talking for a while before Amy had to leave.
That night Jake came home exhausted. I got him dinner and we sat in front of the TV for a while. Eventually I asked him, "Are you ready for tomorrow?"
He said, "I think so, though Becky and Jamie are very pretty girls. I'm not sure how I'm going to react to seeing them naked."
"Well, just remember, one of them is young enough to be your daughter, and the other one is your daughter," I teased him.
He grabbed me, pulled me onto his lap and kissed me as he said, "If I get too excited I'll just take it out on you."
"You won't hear me complaining," I said happily.
"No, I haven't heard you complaining," he said.
I looked at him and wanted to bring up the conversation I felt we needed to have, but I didn't know how to do it.
"We have a long day tomorrow," Jake said. "Let's go to bed."
We went to the bedroom and got into pajamas. He pulled me to him, kissed me, and then closed his eyes. In a few minutes we were both asleep.
We all went into the city together again, this time dressed up in nice clothes. We got to Becky's house and rang the bell. Chrissy answered the door. She was wearing a red dress, low-cut at the neck with very little back. It was short and sexy, and she made me feel frumpy. She led us in, and I realized that we were among the first guests. She led us to the girls, and Amy exclaimed, "You look so beautiful!"
I don't know what I expected, but it was not what they were wearing. Becky and Jamie were in identical dresses, white silk, tied around their neck, then opening around their hips and flowing into a train in the back. Their breasts were covered, but you could see their white silk bikini panties. Their legs were uncovered and they were barefoot. As a final touch, they were wearing white leather cuffs on their wrists and ankles.
And Amy was right. Despite the fact that they were not dressed nearly traditional, they were both beautiful. My actual thought was that they looked right. And once again, my treacherous pussy betrayed me. This was my daughter, about to give herself into eternal bondage, and instead of horror, instead of trepidation, instead of motherly concern, all I could think about was how she must feel in that outfit. Was it embarrassment? Shame? Sexiness? Pride?
And a piece of my brain kept asking, how would I feel in it? Embarrassment? Definitely. Shame? Maybe. Sexiness? Oh, yeah! Pride? I just didn't know.
We fluttered around the girls for a while, and they seemed extremely happy and very excited. This wedding had a reception first. The guests continued to arrive, and as the girls wandered around greeting everyone, they answered part of my question. Embarrassment? No way. Pride? Definitely!
We mingled and we introduced ourselves to Becky's friends. They seemed very nice and non-judgmental, though I'm sure it was a carefully selected set of friends.
I was walking around by myself when Becky's boyfriend, soon to be Master, walked by. I grabbed him and kissed him on the cheek. "This is nicer than I expected," I told him. It was true. Given how much he controlled them, he didn't have to make them a nice wedding, but he did, and they were enjoying it as every bride should.
"Tell me if you still think so when we are all done," he said.
"I know that it's going to be hard for me to watch," I told him, "but Becky seems happy and given your relationship, I should be happy that she is getting anything."
I took a nervous drink and smiled lopsidedly at him. "You know, I don't know if I should be thanking you, or hitting you," I told him.
He said, innocently, "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about."
"You told my husband something," I replied.
"About what?" he asked. He was playing a game. He was going to make me tell him.
"You know very well!" I said. "You told him to treat me like you treat Becky, didn't you?"
"He told you that?" he replied, still acting all innocent.
"No, but between his actions, and the fact that Becky encouraged them, I know that you are behind it," I said.
He took a step closer, entering my personal space and asked in a lowered voice, "Did you enjoy it?"
"That's beside the point!" I protested.
"No, that is exactly the point," he said. "If I said something to your husband to make your life better, then you should thank me, not hit me. I may have said something, because I thought it might make all of you a little happier. I don't expect that you and Jake will move into a relationship like Becky and I have, but a little fantasy goes a long way."
"Well, I didn't mind playing with him, though I suspect he treated me differently than you treat Becky," I said.
"No two situations are the same," he responded. "I treat Becky different than I treat Jamie than I treat Chrissy. Everyone is different, and the important thing is that both parties are happy with the relationship."
Was I happy with the relationship? How did it compare to the one he had with Becky? Or with Jamie? Or the one that Becky had with Chrissy? I took a big gulp of my drink, lowered my eyes and quietly asked, "How would you treat me?"
"Why, mother!" he said in a slightly reproving tone.
"Sorry," I whispered, embarrassed, and I started walking away. He grabbed my elbow to stop me and he turned me to face him.
"Claire, I am not sure how I would treat you," he told her. "How you treat a partner is not something that you plan. You experiment and you play, feeling out boundaries and limits. You pay attention to what turns your partner on, and to what you find enjoyable. Then you move in directions that make you excited, and move away from those that make you truly uncomfortable."
He paused briefly, and I thought about that. Is that what Jake was doing. Was he experimenting? Looking for boundaries and limits? If he was, then Lord knows I hadn't given him any. I took everything that he gave me, and despite my mind screaming at me to stop him, if was looking to my body for outward signs, he was getting great big juicy green lights. If he was paying the slightest bit of attention to what turned me on, it would explain why he was moving full steam ahead.
I saw him looking me up and down, and he said, "In your case, I think you might be more like the new Becky than you care to admit. Sometimes, it is important that you tell your partner your fantasies; sometimes they can come true. Jamie had a fantasy of being taken by force by a stranger. She told it to me, saying that it wasn't something that she ever really wanted to happen. But when I took her, pretending to be a stranger, she loved that her fantasy was coming true."
Oh my God, I should have brought another pair of panties with me.
He went on, "If you enjoy what your husband is doing to you, let him know. You don't have to say, 'Oh, Jake, I love it when you take me in my ass, ' but you can moan in pleasure when he does it. You can kiss him the next day and thank him for a wonderful night. You can ask him, 'Is there anything that I can do to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night?' And if you want to tell him your fantasies, start by making him part of them, and make it something that he would get pleasure from as well. Tell him, 'I'd love to see your cock going in and out of Amy while I feel Jim pounding into me.'"
Oh. My. God. Would I love to be taken in the ass? How would I feel seeing him taking Amy? While Jim fucked me? I had to go to the bathroom now! If they had shut the lights off right now, the room would still be illuminated by the blush on my face!
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he said, "but you asked me what I would do."
He was right. I did ask for it. I said, "That's OK. Thank you for telling me what you thought." I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and quickly walked away. I saw Jake talking to one of Becky's friends and I quickly went over, grabbed his arm and held him close. Jake wrapped his arm possessively around my shoulder and pulled me in close to him. I thought it would ground me, calm me, but it didn't. I'm sure he just meant it as a hug, but to me it didn't feel like a loving embrace; it felt like he was declaring, 'This woman is mine!'
I savored it for a moment before I excused myself and went upstairs to find a bathroom away from the crowd. I found one, quickly locked the door and leaned up against it. I pulled up my skirt and yanked my panties down. I shoved one fist in my mouth to quiet my moans as I sunk three fingers into my steamy tunnel. As they were being pushed up into me I glanced across the way and I saw myself in the mirror. I was cumming before my fingers were completely buried in me, and I didn't stop for at least three minutes.
When I was done, I realized that I was slumped on the floor, my bare ass on the cold tile. When I regained a little strength in my legs, I got up and picked up my panties. I tried to wring them out or dry them on the towel, but I gave up and shoved them into my bag. I wiped my pussy off as best as I could with a towel; if someone used this bathroom soon, they would get an interesting surprise if they used that towel to wipe their face.
I fixed my makeup and headed back down to the party. I was going for another drink when Becky intercepted me. She said, "I saw you talking with my Master. You weren't saying anything bad to him, were you?"
Once again, I blushed profusely. I shook my head and muttered, "No, we were just talking," and I rushed off to get that drink. I saw Becky go and talk to her Master, and a few minutes later they both turned to look at me. I couldn't look at them. I turned away, my blush increasing another 100 watts.
We mingled for about another half hour, and I managed to avoid both Becky and her Master, though I caught both of them looking me over at various times. Finally, it was time for the ceremony. I went to the front with Amy as Jake and Jim went to give away our daughters.
The ceremony was bizarre. And different. And completely out of any norm that I know of. And beautiful.
Becky and Jamie were so heartfelt in declaring their unconditional love for their new Master. They gave him their bodies, their hearts, their souls. And he accepted them, and gave them his love in return.
I watched as their bridesmaids stripped them of their wedding finery, and I felt Jake pull me closer to me. They may have been his daughter and his daughter's best friend, but they were beautiful, sexy, naked women.
I watched them being collared, and I thought that removing my panties had been a very big mistake. Then I watched them get pierced through their nipples, and that took the edge off slightly; it did not look like something that I would enjoy.
I watched them stripped of their panties, showing everybody their tattoos declaring their slavery.
I watched them give him rings, and I could see the surprise and the love on his face. He might have owned these girls, but they could still surprise him.
When the ceremony was over, he thanked everyone and announced that they were going to conduct another, more private ceremony. Before they left, Becky came up and hugged and kissed me and Jake. It was a little disconcerting, hugging my naked daughter, my daughter with a pierced nipple, a collar and leash, and a tattoo on her bare pussy. Nevertheless, she was my daughter. I hugged her and told her that I loved her. We would not be seeing her for a week, so I told her to call me as soon as she returned from her honeymoon.
After they went upstairs, we gathered our things and left. We went to the car and started home in silence, until Jim broke it by saying, "That was... interesting."
"That is an understatement!" Jake agreed.
"I think that it was a beautiful ceremony," I exclaimed. "They meant every word that they said, and I think they all love each other very much!"
"I agree," Jake said. "Don't get angry. I was not complaining. I was just saying that it was not a traditional wedding."
"I'll say!" Amy said. "And my mother thought my wedding dress was racy because part of my back was exposed!"
We all laughed, and we discussed what we liked and didn't like about the ceremony. None of us really had anything to complain about, though both the men claimed to be a little uncomfortable seeing their little girls nude like that.
"Oh, please!" Amy said to Jim. "You know very well that you found both of them extremely sexy, and that you would nail Becky in an instant if you could. Hell, you'd probably nail Jamie if you could get away with it!"
"I would not!" Jim sputtered.
"Are you saying that you did not find them sexy?" she asked. "Are you saying that watching your daughter and Jake's daughter kneeling before their master, cuffed and collared, pierced and tattooed, vowing to do absolutely anything that he wants, are you telling me that did not turn you on?"
"She's my daughter!" Jim said defensively.
"Please!" Amy exclaimed, and she reached her hand into his crotch. "Is that why your cock is so big and hard?" I looked over and she was kneading it with her hand.
"If we were alone, I'd show you that your wife still has something to offer!" she told him.
I was shocked when Jake said, "Don't let us stop you!"
Amy glanced up at us in the front seat and said, "Fine!" I heard Jim's zipper opened and he protested ineffectually as Amy pulled his cock out and bent over it. The light was not good and the angle was wrong, so I could not see his cock, but for the next ten minutes I could hear his moans and the wet slurping as Amy gave him a blowjob.
And the entire time, all I could think about was everything that Becky's master had told me. I could picture Jake behind Amy, filling her with his cock as she sucked her husband.
And then I felt Jake's hand run up my thigh and into my swampy pussy. He glanced over in surprise as he realized that there were no panties in the way. He pulled his hand out and put his fingers in his mouth, then called out, "You'd better hurry up and finish, because we are almost home."
I heard Jim groan louder as Amy redoubled her efforts, and I could tell when he was spurting into her mouth by the grunts and groans. Soon Amy sat up smiling, just as we pulled up to their house. They got out, Jim on the driver's side, Amy on my side. Jim stuck his hand in Jake's window and they shook. "Thanks for understanding," he told Jake.
Amy came to my window and stuck her head in. She smiled at me, then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I was expecting a peck, but instead she pushed her lips to mine and stuck her tongue out! When I involuntarily opened my mouth, she pushed a load of sperm into my mouth! I was shocked!
The men were still talking, and they did not notice what Amy was doing. She swallowed her portion of the load and said, "That was a little thank you for not complaining." She bent over again and gently kissed me on the lips, licking a little sperm that had escaped the side of my mouth.
"See you Monday morning at my house," she said, and she took Jim's hand and led him into their house.
I sat, somewhat stunned by the turn of events, as Jake drove the short distance to our house. Before we got out of the car he asked, "What happened to your panties?"
I blushed and dropped my eyes. "They are in my purse," I muttered.
"And why, my dear, are they in your purse?" he asked.
"I messed them up," I said, my voice even lower than before.
"We are going to sit here," Jake explained to me, "and you are going to tell me, in explicit detail, exactly how you messed up your panties."
I didn't want to. I could just tell him that I drank too much and peed them. But no, I'm sure he would check. There is a distinct difference between a pair of panties that has been peed in and a sodden lump of cloth covered in girl cum.
Still, I could make something up, I'm sure that I could! But I didn't. I told him everything. I told him that I got wet seeing my beautiful daughter dressed up like a slave. That my panties were soaked when I thought of myself in that dress.
I told Jake of my conversation with our daughter's master. I told Jake that I said I didn't know whether to thank or hit him. God help me, I even told Jake that I asked how he would treat me. And I told Jake the answer that I had received.
I finally was able to tell Jake how confused I was by everything that he had done to me. I had a whole speech prepared that I had been practicing in my head for a few days, but I said none of it. Instead, all my fears gushed out. My fear of what he was doing to me. My fear of losing control. My fear of how much I was loving it.
I explained what I was told about finding limits and boundaries, and how that scared me even more, because I had set none. I told Jake how I was told to share my fantasies. I repeated, almost word for word, the fantasies that Becky's master had laid out for me. Of Jake taking my ass. Of Jake taking Amy while Jim took me.
And finally, I told him of seeing Becky and her Master looking at me. How it had sent me scurrying for the bathroom. How I had been forced to masturbate. How I had cum until I collapsed on the floor. How I had removed my panties.
When I was done, I sat quietly next to my husband. Jake had not said a word the entire time that I had been speaking. He simply sat there listening, and I had no idea what my revelations, my confessions, had made him feel. We sat like that for at least five minutes, and if you've ever sat in silence, waiting for judgment, you know how long five minutes feels.
Finally he said, "Come into the house with me, Claire."
He opened his door and got out of the car. I followed him to the house, waiting behind him as he unlocked the door. I followed him to the bedroom and he gestured for me to sit on the bed. I sat demurely in front of him, waiting for him to pass judgment on me.
He began speaking to me. "Claire, this has been a hell of a week. First, we find out about our daughter. She is a changed person. Now, she is a slave, and a bisexual one at that. Before this week I tried not to think about my daughter's sex life, and now I have seen it up close and personal.
"And then we played a game. A game suggested by my daughter's master. A game where you play a slave and I play a master. But it wasn't a game to you. I could tell that right from the start. You didn't just enjoy it as another sexual activity. You lived it.
"In all the years that I have known you, I have never before seen you as turned on as I have this week. I have never seen you as wet. I have never seen you cum so much, or so hard.
"I enjoyed myself as well, Claire, I'll admit it. It is exciting to wield that kind of power. To have you in my thrall. To know that I am giving you so much pleasure. But I could live without it. It was a fun game for me, and I'd like to repeat it, but if I didn't, I would be fine.
"But I don't think that you would be. Becky used to be such an in charge woman, and now she is kneeling before her master. I don't understand how that happened, but I think that you have it worse. You were anything but submissive, and now you can't seem to say no to anything. It seems as if you don't want to say no to anything. And now that the genie is out of the bottle, I don't think we can put it back in. Do you agree?"
I was crying. He was right. If we went back to the way we were a few days ago, I think I would die. I would just fade away. How could I go from having that much pleasure back to the way it was before? But he said that he could give it up, and I didn't know if he would. He had asked me a question, and I nodded my head jerkily in agreement. We couldn't put the genie back in the bottle. I hated my daughter for getting me into this.
"Claire, my love, I can't be a master to you the way that Becky's is to her. We've been married for too long. We are too set in our ways. Much as the thought attracts me, I can't see us living with you running around naked, serving my every need."
We were going to go back to the way we were. My tears started flowing stronger. Then he took my chin and lifted my head so that I was looking into his eyes.
"Claire, I may not be able to treat you like that all the time, but if you'd like, I would be happy to treat you like that for sex. I will be your sex master, and you can be my sex slave. During the day, and when we are just hanging around, you will be my good old wife Claire, and I will be your stodgy husband Jake. But at night, or during the day, when I want sex from you, you will do what I say, how I say it. Is that acceptable to you?"
I couldn't believe it. My spirits lifted. This was the absolute best of all worlds. I would get my sexual fix, and still live a normal life. Could we do it? Could he do it? Could I do it?
I jumped up and grabbed him, hugging and kissing and slobbering my wet face all over him. He pulled me away from him, laughing, and said, "Go get a tissue and clean up your face, then come back to me."
I ran to the bedside table to get a tissue, cleaned my face and ran back to him. He asked, "Are you sure?"
I nodded vigorously.
"Not good enough, Claire," he said. "I want to hear you say it. I want you to ask me if you can be my sex slave."
"Please Jake, please," I begged. "Can I be your sex slave? I will be so good to you!"
He smiled at me and said, "Yes, Claire, you may be my sex slave."
He looked at me and said, "Take your clothes off, Claire." I quickly stripped for him.
"Down on your knees, slave," he said, smiling.
I dropped to my knees as he went to the closet. He came back with a tie and said, "I'm sorry I don't have a collar for you; this will have to do." He looped his tie around my neck. I felt foolish with a Looney Tunes tie around my neck as a symbol of my submission, but at the same time I got a warm and tingling feeling inside.
"A couple of ground rules," he told me. "First, I am not Master or even Sir. It is cute to hear Becky say it, but I'm too old for that. I'm Jake, or love, or sweetheart or honey."
I nodded happily.
"Second," he continued, "from the hours of 7PM to 5AM, you are not allowed to wear panties. I have to say that I really enjoyed reaching under your skirt in the car and finding your pussy nude. You brought this on yourself, little lady!"
I nodded. I had no problem with that.
"Third, you are going to do just what Becky's master told you to do. If you like something, you tell me. Conversely, if you don't like something, tell me that too. I guess in our new relationship I can do it anyway, but I want to know if you are not enjoying it.
"If you have a fantasy you want to live out, I expect you to tell me about it, no matter how disgusting or embarrassing. In fact, the more embarrassing the better. I think that you get off on being embarrassed, and you need to tell me everything. If you want my cock up your ass, you will tell me. It may mortify you that a prim and proper woman such as yourself is begging to be reamed up her ass, but you will tell me. If you want to see me fucking Amy, you will ask that I do that. Do you understand?"
I nodded again, this time with a red face. He was right; it would be embarrassing asking for my fantasies to be fulfilled. On the other hand, if I were wearing panties right now, they would be soaked at the thought of what he just told me. Since I wasn't, I could feel my thighs slipping together with the juices that were on them.
"Everything else we'll have to figure out on the fly," Jake said. "Maybe I'll talk to our son-in-law about getting Master lessons."
"You are going to tell him?" I asked in shock.
"Well, you are going to tell Becky, and get advice from her," he told me. "I assume that she will tell him anyway. And he's been doing this longer than I have. Maybe he has some words of wisdom. The one's he imparted on you were certainly wise."
My blush covered my whole body. My daughter was going to know that I was a slave too. My son-in-law was going to know that my body was no longer my own. Jamie would find out, and she would probably tell Amy and Jim. It was all too humiliating. I did the only thing I could.
"Jake, please fuck me now. Please take me and make me yours."
And he did.