Chapter 20
Thursday - Day 20
I opened my eyes and I was looking right into Jamie's eyes. Her head was on my chest and she was looking at me. I heard Becky in the shower. "I thought that you were being very mean to Becky last night," she said. "I thought you tortured her unnecessarily."
"So I shouldn't have done what I did?" I asked.
"No, I was wrong," she said. "When I untied Becky this morning she was so happy. She said it drove her nuts, being that close to the action and being unable to participate. However she understood why you had done it, and that she deserved it. But sir, even though she was being punished she still came last night."
"That's OK," I told Jamie. "I may have been punishing her, but I don't want to be cruel. I suspected that she would enjoy it, and as I said last night, if she can get off without anyone touching her, more power to her. I'm sure she still didn't cum as much as she would have if she had been participating. She certainly didn't cum as much as you did!"
"Sir," Jamie said abashedly, "I hope I didn't do anything wrong, but I touched her a little and made her cum again this morning."
"I don't mind," I said. "It was very nice of you to help her out like that."
"How did you know that she would like the punishment that much?" Jamie asked.
"I didn't know, I suspected," I explained. "Becky likes to feel helpless, and it turns her on to watch us. I figured that if I put both of them together she would like it twice as much. Plus, even if she didn't, at least I would enjoy it, and she deserved to be punished."
I leaned over and kissed her beautiful lips. "You know, I usually get a blowjob from Becky in the morning, but I'd really like one from you today."
She smiled very happily, kissed me on the lips, and moved down my body to blow me. She started licking around the head, and then continued swirling her tongue down and around my cock as if it were a candy cane. She kept licking around my balls and then back up, finally sucking my cock into her mouth.
Becky walked in wearing just a towel and saw what was happening. "Hey, that's my job!" she said.
"Not this morning," I told her. "This morning I want Jamie to do me."
"But she got you all last night!" Becky complained.
"That's right, because you were being punished, and if you are not careful, she'll have me all tonight as well! Now get dressed for work!"
Becky started getting dressed, but watched Jamie working me over the entire time. As I got close to cumming, I gestured Becky over to me. I pulled her down and whispered in her ear, "I want to be kissing you when I cum." I pulled Becky into a kiss and I started pulsing cum into Jamie's mouth. I still marveled at the fact that I could cum in one woman's mouth as I was kissing another.
Jamie made sure that I was cleaned off, and then came up to kiss me as soon as I let Becky go. Becky let her kiss me for a minute, and then pushed her away. "I didn't get to thank him for last night!" she said.
"I thanked him for you," Jamie said, smiling at Becky.
"Well I want to thank him myself," Becky said, turning back to me. "Thank you for punishing me last night sir. I'm afraid that I enjoyed it more than you wanted me to."
"How do you know how much I wanted you to enjoy it?" I asked her.
"You said you wanted to punish me," she said.
"I never said that you couldn't enjoy your punishments. But it is important that you learn from them, or in the future I won't make punishments as enjoyable," I told her.
"I'll try and learn my lessons well! Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked.
"Not recently enough," I said, kissing her. "And what about you, Jamie? Do you love me too?"
She came over and kissed me, then kissed Becky. "You know I do!" she said. I pulled them both on top of me and hugged them to me. I didn't want to let them go, but eventually we all had to get ready for work. I sighed as I let them get up.
I was sitting at my desk in the afternoon when I got a call from Becky. She was extremely excited as she screamed into the phone, "I got a package! I got a package!"
"Were you expecting one?" I asked.
"No, you don't understand," she said, burbling.
"Who is it from?" I asked.
"It's a box of panties!" she shrieked.
"Who would send you a box of panties?" I asked, confused.
"Don't you understand?" Becky said. "It's from Christine, from the dress shop! I told her she could never wear panties again if she became my slave, and this is her way of telling me that she wants to be my slave! Don't you understand? She agreed!"
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be disappointed," I told her.
"I'll see you when you get home, sir!" she said. "I have to call her now!" She hung up.
When I got home, Becky was waiting for me. When I got into the apartment, she grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "Well?" I asked.
"Can you watch the video of the living room for today, sir?" she asked. "It will explain a lot." She pulled me into the living room and I went over and queued up the video to watch. While I was doing that, Jamie came in with dinner. I sat down on the couch and started eating while I watched. Becky sat right next to me, so close that I kept bumping into her as I ate. Jamie sat on a chair and watched the video with us.
The first thing I saw was Becky walking into the apartment with a box. Interestingly enough, as she walked in, she dropped the box, stripped off, and then picked the box back up to open it. She opened it and pulled out some panties. She looked at them, confused for a minute, and then I could see comprehension dawn. She ran to the phone to call me, and I saw that conversation replay. As soon as she was done with my call, she ran to find Christine's telephone number.
"Is Christine there?" I saw her say. After a moment, she continued, "Christine, this is Becky. Did you send me the box?... Does it mean what I think it means?... I need you to come over here right now. Can you do that?" Clearly Christine had said yes, because she then gave her the address and told her to come over immediately.
I saw Becky going through the panties carefully before putting them back into the box. Then she went into the bedroom. The next thing I saw was Becky rush out into the living room yelling, "Who's there?"
She then opened the door and ushered Christine in. Christine was looking at her nude body, and Becky said, "I hope this doesn't disturb you, but this is how I dress at home. Come sit on the couch; we need to talk."
They sat down next to each other, and Becky looked at Christine. "OK, first I need you to be perfectly clear. You said that you sent me a box that contained all your panties. What exactly did you mean by doing that?"
"What I meant, ma'am," Christine said, "was that I am offering to be your slave. I want to belong to you."
"Are you sure?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Christine replied.
"Why?" Becky asked. "Why did you wait so long, and why are you asking now?"
Christine looked at her for a moment, considering how to answer. Finally she said, "Ma'am, I was scared. I wanted to be yours from the first time we kissed, but the feeling scared me. Becky, I have been someone's slave before, and it did not work out. I know that I want to be a slave, but I also know that with the wrong person, it can be a very bad thing.
"I didn't know if you were the right person, and I didn't know if I could trust myself. I am really still not 100% sure, but I do know that I want to be yours."
"What changed to make you want it so much?" Becky asked.
"It was when you came into my shop, ma'am," Christine explained. "I saw what you were like with Jamie and your master. I saw how you all interacted; how much fun you had; how you treated each other. And it made me think that I can be safe to give myself to you; that you would be a good mistress for me. It made me want to be part of what you have."
Now it was Becky's turn to give a considered look. "You said that you have been a slave before. I have never had a slave before. I know what I want in a slave, but I don't know what you want from a mistress. Tell me how you see our relationship."
Christine responded, "I want to be yours completely, ma'am. I want you to control me. I want you to use me. I want you to use me hard. I want you to punish me. You will own my body completely and do with it what you want. I will never, ever say no to anything that you ask."
"No limits?" Becky asked, surprised.
"None, ma'am," she replied.
"You said that your last relationship as a slave did not work out. Why not? What ended your last relationship as a slave? Was it that your mistress went too far?" Becky asked.
"No ma'am, it was quite the opposite," Christine said.
"What do you mean?" asked Becky.
"My master didn't treat me like a slave. He asked what I wanted. He was gentle a lot of the time. Actually, he was very much like your master is with you. He was domineering sometimes, but he let me get away with things. It made me lose respect for him."
"First of all, it was a man?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," she said.
"Have you ever been dominated by a woman?" Becky asked.
"No, ma'am," Christine replied.
"Then why me?" Becky asked. "Why a woman now? And if you see the way I am as the slave, why would you think that I would be any different in the dominant role?"
"I'm not exactly sure, ma'am," Christine explained. "I was not looking for a mistress. I wasn't expecting to be a slave again, let alone to a woman. I thought that it would just be setting myself up for disappointment. But then you offered it to me; you told me you wanted me to be your slave.
"I did not know how to react. I wanted it more than you could possibly know, but I did not know if you could be a good mistress to me. And I was scared about giving myself completely to you. But now I believe that even as a slave you are stronger than my last master ever was. I think that you could treat me as I need to be treated. I think that you would be a perfect mistress."
"And how would you need to be treated, Christine?" Becky asked.
"It's hard for me to say, ma'am. It's hard for me to ask for what I need," Christine said.
"You'll have to, Christine," Becky said. "I don't know what you want, so I don't know how I should treat you. If you want to have any hope of this working, you need to tell me now how you want to be treated. Once we have an understanding about that, I may not ask you again, but for now I need you to tell me."
"Badly, ma'am," Christine replied. "I need someone that will use me, someone that will humiliate me, someone who will punish me, someone who will hurt me, someone who is not afraid to use me as hard as they can. I don't want my opinion considered for anything. If I don't want it and you do it anyway, I will like it better."
"So if I don't think I can treat you like that, you would rather not have this relationship?" Becky asked.
Christine could not look Becky in the eye. She nodded her head.
"Do you understand the relationship that we are in here?" Becky asked. "Do you know what your position would be?"
"I am not sure exactly of the relationship," Christine said, "but I know that my position would be the very bottom."
"That is correct," Becky said. "You keep referring to him as my master but he is not, yet. He will be very soon, though, and he will be in charge. You will be my slave. You will answer to me. But since anything of mine is his, you will belong to my master as well. I won't deny him anything, so any way that he wants to use you, or wants me to use you, will be the way that you are used.
"Jamie will also be his slave, but she is completely equal to me. Jamie will also be able to order you to do anything, and you will have to obey her unless I tell you otherwise.
"Now when you say that you want me to use you, do you just mean sexually?" Becky asked.
"No, ma'am," Christine said. "If you want me to clean your apartment, I will do it. I will do your shopping, cooking and cleaning. I will take care of you in any way that you want."
"What about your store?" Becky inquired.
"I will sell it if you want," Christine said.
"I don't want that," Becky said. "That is yours. Do you have enough help, though, so that I can have you when I want you?"
"I have people to cover almost all shifts," she said. "I would need to hire two more people, but I could do that and still make a nice profit. I want to be available for you always."
"And you would be willing to move in with us?" Becky asked.
"Of course," Christine responded. "How else could I serve you?"
"Do you remember what I told you that you would have to do before you could be my slave?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," she replied. "I would have to give your master my ass. He may have it."
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Christine responded.
Becky smiled at her and said, "You're younger than any of us, and I get the feeling that you will turn out to be the most experienced of any of us." She leaned over and kissed Christine gently on the lips. "Are you sure about this? Really sure?"
"Yes, ma'am," Christine replied.
"Then I accept you," Becky said. "You will call me Mistress. You will call Jamie Mistress Jamie. And though you keep calling him my master, you will only call him sir, until I tell you otherwise. I will be the first person to call him master. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Christine said happily.
"From now on, I will call you Chrissy. You will be my slave. Do you accept this?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Chrissy said.
Becky got up and took Chrissy's hand and led her to the bedroom.
Becky turned off the video. I had long since finished my dinner, and Becky was holding on to my arm tightly. She looked at me nervously. "Did I do badly, sir?" she asked.
"Do you know what you are getting yourself in for?" I asked. "Do you really think that you could give her what she wants?"
"I really think I can," Becky said.
"Is this really what you want?" I asked.
"Yes, sir, it is," she responded.
"What about you, Jamie," I asked. "How do you feel about this? She wants to be treated completely different than the two of you. Do you think you will be OK with that?"
"Well, I am not as into it as Becky is," Jamie replied, "but then again, she won't be my slave. I've talked about this with Becky, and I'm fine with it. You just remember who your slaves are, sir!"
"Don't worry, I won't forget," I told her with a smile. "So now, what do we do?"
"Now, sir," Becky told me, "you go into the bedroom where Chrissy has been waiting for you all evening, and you fuck her in the ass. You fuck her hard. If you want to make it good for her, you won't be gentle. She wants to be used hard. She wants to be abused. Rape her ass. Use her as a fuck toy. Then, when you are done, I'll get you hard again so that you can use her again."
"What about you?" I asked. "She's your slave. When will you use her?"
"Don't worry, I'll have time with her, sir," Becky told me.
"OK then," I said. "I believe I have an ass to fuck now, but first..." I reached over and pulled Becky in for a kiss, gesturing to Jamie to come over. I grabbed her as she got close and kissed her as well. "Mmmmm, my two slave girls," I said. I wanted them to know that they were the ones I really cared about.
The girls took my clothes off in the living room. We then walked into the bedroom together, and I saw Chrissy. She was lying on the bed, face against the bed, ass up in the air, presenting her ass to the door. We reached her and Becky whispered in my ear, "No foreplay." She dropped in front of me and sucked my cock into her mouth to get it wet. Then she straddled Chrissy's back, facing me, and asked, "Slave, are you ready to give your ass up for me?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Chrissy replied.
Becky leaned over and pulled Chrissy's ass cheeks apart. She spit on her asshole. "She's not lubricated?" I asked.
"No, sir," Becky replied, "and she won't ever be. When you want a really tight ass, take hers." She then grabbed my cock and lined it up with Chrissy's puckered asshole.
"Help me," she said to Jamie. Jamie was behind me and she pushed me forward hard, fucking my cock into Chrissy's ass. Chrissy's ass was dry and tight, but not nearly as tight as Becky's was when I fucked her ass dry. Chrissy clearly had more anal experience; she was fucking back against my cock. Becky, meanwhile, was slapping Chrissy's ass every time I pulled away from it.
Becky started talking to me, saying "Fuck my slave's ass. Make her yours too. Slam her ass. Fuck him back, you slut!" I fucked Chrissy until my cock started getting sore, and then I came in her ass.
I pulled out, and I saw that she did not clean her ass out like Becky and Jamie did. Becky climbed off of Chrissy and pulled her around. "There is a rule around here," she told Chrissy, "You fuck him, you clean him off with your mouth."
I looked at Becky uncertainly, but she just pulled Chrissy over my cock. Chrissy did not hesitate; she sucked my cock in and cleaned it completely off.
When she was done, Becky had her lie on her back so that we could look at her naked body. She was the one person in the room whose pubic area was not shaved. She had a light blonde bush that proved she was a natural blonde. Her breasts were bigger than both Becky's and Jamie's. She had blue eyes and blonde hair, and she was panting in exertion.
"Chrissy has fucked you, sir, and she has eaten me," Becky said, "but Jamie has not gotten any pleasure from her. Chrissy, eat Jamie now!" Chrissy moved up and pulled Jamie down. She kissed her eagerly, and then kissed down her body.
I pulled Becky over to me and held onto her as we watched Chrissy go down on Jamie. "Now you can see how sexy it is to watch a woman eating another woman," I told Becky.
"It is sexy," Becky agreed. "I can't wait until it's my turn with her!"
"I'll tell you what. Tomorrow night I'll take Jamie back to her apartment and we will spend the night there. You can have Chrissy for yourself all night, how's that?"
"That would be great, sir!" Becky said. "That will give me time to really get to know her and her limits, if she has any." She hesitated a minute and then continued, "But I'm going to miss you, sir."
I kissed her and said, "I'll miss you too, my tiger, but you'll be having so much fun you won't even think about me. And with Chrissy, you don't have to worry about her not getting it up!"
"I don't have to worry about that with you too much either," Becky said, fondling my slowly growing cock. She continued to caress me as we watched Chrissy bringing Jamie closer and closer, until she grabbed Chrissy's head and pulled it hard into her cunt as she screamed in pleasure.
I went over to Chrissy and licked Jamie's delicious cum off of her face. I kissed her and said, "I know that it is a little late to be asking, Christine, but are you sure that you want to do this?"
"Oh, yes sir! I am so happy to be Mistress's slave!"
"Just remember, if it gets too intense, or you want out, just come to me. You may belong to Becky, but she belongs to me."
"Oh no sir. I could never do that to my mistress," she protested. I shook my head, and pulled her into the center of the bed as Jamie moved to the side. I had her lie down with her head towards the bottom of the bed and then I had Becky get into a 69 with her.
"Now you get her," I told Becky, "and you get me too." I climbed onto the bed straddling Chrissy's head. She stopped working Becky over and swabbed my balls with her tongue. Then she grabbed my cock and pulled it to Becky's pussy. I pushed in slowly, and took my time as I fucked her. I had cum so recently that I could go for a while, and I wanted to.
As I was slowly stroking in and out of Becky, Chrissy was attacking both of us with her tongue. I felt her tongue on my shaft as I pulled out, and she moved it to Becky's clit when I pushed in. I also saw Becky's head moving all around Chrissy's crotch. They were both moaning, but Becky came first. I was already going fairly slowly, but I did not interrupt my movements when she came, and neither did Chrissy. In just a few more minutes, she came again, followed by Chrissy.
By then, Becky had stopped licking Chrissy and was resting her head on Chrissy's thigh, her nose right up against her pussy. Chrissy had also stopped what she was doing, her head resting on the bed, watching my cock go in and out of Becky. Her finger's were lazily stroking Becky's clit as well as running around her pussy and my cock in it.
I kept it up for about another five minutes before Becky started breathing hard again, and then I sped up. Chrissy joined in, putting her tongue back on Becky. Soon Becky was screaming again, pouring juices out onto Chrissy's face.
At this point, Jamie decided to join back in, and she put her head between Chrissy's legs. She alternated between kissing Becky and licking Chrissy. The additional stimulation put Chrissy over the top again. Jamie then moved around behind me and started fondling my ass and balls. Then she leaned over and started licking my sweaty ass. She got up and grabbed my hips. She said, "Remember how you fucked Becky with me? Now I'm going to do it with you!" She shoved me forward, and then pulled me back, fucking me hard into Becky. I reached over and grabbed Becky's hair, yanking it hard so that her head was pulled back.
"Jamie is fucking you with my cock," I said. "And Chrissy is licking you. You are being fucked and sucked by three people. Does that make you feel like a slut?"
"Yes," she screamed. "I'm a slut! I'm your slut! Fuck your slut!"
She screamed and she came again, and it took me over the edge. I arched my back and Jamie reached around my body, hugging me, her hard nipples poking into my back. "Cum in your slave," she whispered in my ear as I pumped my cum into Becky.
I was so exhausted that I collapsed backwards, with Jamie supporting me as I fell to the bed. My cock popped out of Becky's cunt, and Chrissy pasted her mouth over the opening, sucking my cum out.
"Oh, god!" I groaned. Becky collapsed on top of Chrissy. We all lay there for about ten minutes, recovering. Eventually I muttered, "Logistics."
"What, sir?" Jamie asked.
"Logistics," I repeated. "How are we going to fit four people onto this bed?"
"We're not, sir," Becky said, finally coming back to life, rolling off of Chrissy and putting her head on the pillow. "Chrissy is going to sleep on the floor at the foot of our bed, though she did such a good job making me cum that she can have an extra blanket."
Chrissy smiled hugely at Becky and leaned over to kiss her feet. "Thank you for doing this for me, Mistress. Can I provide any service to you before you go to sleep?"
"Yes," Becky replied. "Those two are zonked, so help them up here to bed. I'm too tired to do my job, so make sure you clean off his cock with your mouth. Then cover us, get a couple of blankets for yourself out of the closet, and then go to sleep."
"Yes, Mistress," she said. She did help us into bed and we all snuggled together and went to sleep.