Chapter 21
Friday - Day 21
I woke up as Becky straddled me. I could feel her warm pussy on my stomach as her skirt rode up, and I also felt a mouth working on my cock.
"I hope you don't mind sir, but I had Chrissy give your morning blowjob today so that I could talk to you," Becky said, and she kissed me very gently on my lips. "I wanted to thank you for giving me this life, sir. I wanted you to know that I have been happy since you decided to let me try and be your slave. Do you realize that this is the longest that I have been happy in a very, very long time?
"It's all your doing, sir, and I love you for it."
She kissed me again, and I looked into her eyes. "Thank you for telling me that, Becky, but you are wrong. I might have shown you the way, but you are the one that made all this possible, from the beautiful woman lying in bed next to me, to the beautiful woman licking my cock, to the beautiful woman that I love sitting on my stomach. I love you."
I kissed her again, and then I told her, "Tell your slave that she has to stop, because I want you to be the one that swallows my cum this morning."
She smiled at me, gave me another kiss and said, "Thank you, sir!" She got off of me and pulled Chrissy off by her hair and took her place. Before she started she told Chrissy, "Slave, you can put your tongue to work up my ass!"
Chrissy had gotten me close, but I tried to relax so that I could enjoy Becky on my cock for longer while Chrissy knelt behind Becky and put her tongue to work. "Watch this, sir," Becky said, and she moved her head around my cock, sinking lower and lower. She had to pull off a couple of times as she started gagging, but her nose was soon pressed against my body.
"Did you see that, sir?" she asked excitedly. "I got it all in!" She put her mouth over my cock again and started moving up and down my whole length, getting most of my cock into her mouth each time. It was more then I could take, and I started spurting into her mouth.
Becky pulled away from Chrissy, crawled up onto me and kissed me. "I need to apologize to you, sir."
"What for?" I asked.
"Chrissy could deep throat you, but I asked her not to," she explained. "I know that I am denying you pleasure, but I wanted to be the first person who did that to you. Is that OK with you?"
I couldn't help feeling good about that. Here was a woman who wanted to be the first person to deep throat me. Once again I marveled at my place in the universe.
"Yes, Becky, that is fine," I told her. "I wouldn't have anyone else to do it before you."
"Thank you, sir," she said. "Chrissy is not going in to work today, so please feel free to have her do anything you'd like. She can make you breakfast, and when you go to work she will clean the apartment. You are going to stop at home before you go to Jamie's, right?"
"Yes, I will need to say good bye before I leave you to your slave. Now go to work before you are late!" I kissed her and sent her on her way. I got up and went to the shower, telling Chrissy to wake up Jamie.
When I came out of the shower, I saw Chrissy on the bed, on her back, with Jamie riding her face. "I see you're up," I told Jamie.
"I woke up with her eating me, and I just felt like doing this," she said between gasps. "I won't be long, I promise!" I thought I would help her along, so I moved beside her and grabbed a nipple in my mouth and bit down. She screamed, locked her muscles, and came all over Chrissy's face.
Jamie collapsed onto the bed, and I told Chrissy, "Clean her off, and then help her get dressed. Also, you can't wash your face until your mistress comes home."
"Yes, sir," she said.
I sat down next to Jamie and said, "I forgot to tell you. I want to give Becky some time to get to know Chrissy, so you and I are going to spend the night in your old apartment."
"Just the two of us?" she asked, pulling me down in a hug.
"Just us, for the whole night and part of tomorrow," I told her.
"Oh, sir, I love Becky dearly," she said, "but I am so happy to be spending the time alone with you!"
"Me too," I told her, "but now I have to go to work. Don't let Chrissy make you too late!" I kissed her good bye and I went to work.
When I got home, Becky came over and kissed me. When she was done, I noticed that Chrissy was sitting next to the couch, though sitting might not exactly be the correct word. I walked over and looked at her. She was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, her ankles tied to her hands. There was a gag in her mouth and on her nipples were evil looking clamps.
"Is this too much for her?" I asked Becky.
"Please, sir," she said with a pleading look in her eye, "just trust that I know what I am doing."
"She's your slave," I told her, "and I won't interfere. But if you damage her, physically or mentally, I will be disappointed in you."
"Don't worry, sir. I know what she wants and what she needs," Becky reassured me. "Besides," she continued with a sly smile, "maybe this will give you some ideas about what you can do to me."
"Where's Jamie, tiger?" I asked, changing the subject.
"She's in the bedroom getting some stuff together for tonight," she told me. "She's very excited. I'm glad you get to spend some time alone with her. Jamie's time with you has always been with me, while I used to be with you alone, so this will be very nice for her."
I kissed her again and went in to see how Jamie was doing. When she saw me come in she ran to me and jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I barely kept my balance as she speared her tongue into my mouth. "I can't wait to get you into my lair," she said with a smirk.
"Your lair?" I asked when I put her down. "What are you, a super-villain?"
"Ooooo, I don't have the costume for that, but if you want I can run out and get one!" she said.
I laughed at her and held her around her waist, giving her a small kiss on her nose. "No, my dear, tonight you are a beautiful woman that I want to make my slave, and get to know even better than I already do."
"I'd like that, sir!" she said. She finished packing and I grabbed a change of clothes and some toiletries and we went back to the living room.
Chrissy was still in the same position as we kissed Becky good bye. "Everything will be OK?" I asked.
"Don't worry, sir, it's more for show than anything else," Becky whispered to me. "I'll give her enough pain to make her happy, treat her like dirt, and get her off like she's never gotten off before!"
"I trust that you know what you are doing," I said, kissing her again.
Jamie grabbed her when I was done and said, "Have fun! Thanks for this night alone with him."
"Don't thank me," Becky replied. "It's his idea, and I'm all for it!" She hugged Jamie and then we both left.
We stopped on our way to Jamie's for a nice picnic dinner that we took back to Jamie's place. As soon as we walked through the door, Jamie stripped off her clothes. "Put them back on," I said.
"What?" Jamie asked. "You told me that I couldn't wear clothes in the apartment."
"Normally, you can't," I explained. "But now I want to talk to you like you are my friend and my date, not my slave. So get dressed and let's have dinner."
"Since we are on a date, should I wear panties too?" she asked mischievously.
"Don't push it!" I said with a grin. She slipped her dress back on and we sat down at the table to eat.
For the next few hours we sat at the table and ate and talked. Jamie talked to me about growing up, her parents and her sister, and how she met Becky. We discussed her love life and her work. Even though I had been friends with her for a while, through Becky, I did not really know that much about her. As I learned more I realized how bizarre it was that we were moving forward into a fairly committed relationship knowing so little about each other.
When I brought that thought to Jamie's attention, she told me it wasn't that surprising. "After all," she said, "I am not just diving into a relationship with you, but with Becky as well, and Becky I know. Even though we will be your slaves, Becky would not let anything really bad happen to me."
"How much of your decision to join the two of us is based around you wanting to protect Becky from the same thing?" I asked her.
"Well, the thought certainly crossed my mind," Jamie told me, "but that was not a primary motivating factor. Becky can handle herself; from what I've seen lately, far better than me, and far better than I expected of her."
That statement got me thinking as well. "Does it seem to you that Becky is quite different than she used to be?" I asked. "Frankly, after dating and living with her for two years, I just had no idea that she had all this in her. Did you suspect?"
"I've known her far longer, and no, I did not think she had it in her. It was like there was this repressed personality that is coming out now. She is more open, more wild, more... everything. I can't explain it."
"Neither can I," I said. "She really has turned into this tiger, and I don't understand what led up to it. I can say, however, that I am quite pleased with it, and very glad it's happening."
"You would be pleased," Jamie said, smiling at me, "since you are reaping all the rewards."
"That's not true," I said. "I'm certainly getting my share, but I think Becky is a better person for this, and I believe that you are getting something pleasant out of all this, let alone Chrissy."
"I have to admit that I am," Jamie agreed. "I don't really get it, because this is not who I thought I was. If my family could see me now..." She broke off and put her hand to her mouth in shock. "My sister!"
"What about your sister?" I asked.
"My baby sister is coming to visit me!" Jamie said. "Next week! It's been planned for months and I completely forgot!" She sounded a bit panicky.
"How do you want to work that?" I asked. "Do you want to move back in here while she is in town?"
Jamie sat back and thought for a few moments. "No," she said. "No. I knew going into this that eventually I would have to share this with my family. I guess this is how I will break it to them. Besides, I don't think I could go without you and Becky for week!"
"She'll be in town for a week?" I asked. "And just how old is this 'baby'?"
"She's 18 and she'll be here for at least a week. She's on a break from school, and I told her I'd show her around. She's thinking of coming to town for college."
"Mmmmm, family I don't mind, but how is a high school girl going to react to our lifestyle?" I asked.
"Oh, don't worry about Cindy," Jamie said. "She'll take it better than my parents will. I talk to her about a lot of things, and I know she's no virgin. She's a bit of a slut, actually. She likes sex, and she's had a lot of it; certainly more than I had at her age. Oh no!"
"What now?" I asked.
"I know her," Jamie said. "It's not that she's going to be shocked, she's going to want to join in!"
"Oh my god!" it was my turn to exclaim. "I have you and Becky, and now Chrissy, all trying to fuck me to death. If your 18 year old sister joined in it would put the nail in my coffin!"
"Don't put yourself down, sir," Jamie said, putting her arms around my neck. "You keep up with us just fine. Three women in the house and we are the ones that collapse from exhaustion first! You do just fine.
"I'll have to think about what to do with my sister. Maybe she can stay here or something. Anyway, I'll work it out."
We went over to the couch and I pulled Jamie across my lap, holding her like I would a baby. "OK, Jamie, date time is over, and you are back to being a slave in training. I am going to ask you something very personal, and I want a truthful answer, even if it is difficult or embarrassing. OK?"
"OK," she said hesitantly.
"I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest, dirtiest fantasy," I instructed her. "The one that gets you off the hardest when you masturbate; the one that you would never tell anyone, not even your best friend."
Jamie thought a little bit, but I could tell right away that she knew exactly which one I was talking about. "I know you have one," I said. "I can tell just by seeing your reaction. Be a good little slave girl and tell your master."
"Well, there are two of them, related," she began. "These are fantasies, you have to realize, not something that I would necessarily really want to happen!"
"That's what many of the best fantasies are. Tell me," I instructed.
"The first one is - oh god, it's hard to say - my first fantasy is to be taken forcefully by a stranger, grabbed, manhandled, raped. Rough and relentless.
"The second one is even worse. It's similar to the first, but it's a whole lot of men. At least four or five, and they take turns with me. They don't stop. They use me all night."
"And does it make you hot to think of it?" I asked.
"In abstract, sir, yes, it makes me very hot!" Jamie told me.
"Well, my sexy little Jamie, I promise you this," I said. "At some point in the next few weeks, one of your fantasies is going to come true."
"But sir!" Jamie exclaimed. "I don't want it to really happen!"
"Don't worry, I would never let you be hurt," I told her. "You will be perfectly safe at all times, and I promise that nothing will happen that you don't absolutely love. Do you trust me?"
She looked at me with a mixture of fear and lust. "I trust you, sir," she said.
"Then when it happens, remember this conversation, and don't be too freaked out, OK?"
"Yes, sir!" she said, and I could tell that lust was edging out.
"Now come with me, little slave girl," I said. I took her to the bedroom and had her lie down on the bed. I went to her closet and got out some belts, tying one around her wrists over her head, and another around her ankles. I attached another belt to the one on her wrists, and attached it to the headboard, and then did the same to her ankles and the footboard.
"Oh, my," I said. "I probably should have taken your dress off first. Oh well, wait here; don't go anywhere," I said, and I went to the kitchen. I came back with a large carving knife in my hand, and her eyes widened in fear.
"Don't move, now," I said, slipping the knife down the front of her dress. I pulled up and sliced her dress open. By the time I was finished, she was shivering in anticipation.
"Another unanticipated problem," I said, as I removed my clothing. "Your legs are tied together, so I can't reach your beautiful pussy. Oh, well, every problem has a solution."
I ran my hands over her tits and then I flipped her over. I pulled her hips up, and looked at her. Her hands stretched over her head, her ass sticking in the air; a completely lovely sight. "Luckily," I told her, "I don't need to have your legs spread to fuck you."
I bent over and ran my tongue down the crack of her ass. I sat with my knees on each side of her legs and positioned my cock at her puckered asshole. "Ask me," I said.
"Please, sir, fuck my ass. I'm tied up and couldn't stop you if I wanted to, but I don't want to. Please, fuck me hard!"
She was lubricated, but I didn't give her ass a chance to adjust as I slid my cock all the way home in one stroke. She screamed, "Yes!" and shoved her ass back at me. I pulled back, and slammed home again. I did that over and over again, until I was ready to cum. Then I pulled out and moved up the bed. I flipped her back over and jerked myself until I came on her face and tits. While I was cumming I squeezed her nipples, and the stimulation of her tits and the cum splashing on her pushed her into her own orgasm.
I rested next to her and pushed her over so she was on her side and my cock was nestled in the crack of her ass. "Do you want me to untie you?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir, I'm not Becky," she said. "I want to hold you all night!"
I reached over and undid her hands, and said, "You'll have to do the feet yourself; I'm too tired."
She released herself, then moved up and grabbed my cock in her mouth. When it was all clean she climbed up on top of me and asked, "When can you fuck my pussy?"
"Hey, I just came," I said. "You'll have to give me a moment to recharge!"
"I bet that I could get you hard in less than five minutes, sir!" she said.
"Oh, what do I get if I win?" I asked her.
She thought for a minute and then said, "This isn't fair, sir. I am trying to think of something to offer you, but I have nothing that you are not entitled to anyway! If I offer to provide sexual favors, you could take it if I lost anyway. Is there anything that you want?"
"Just you," I said. "However, if you can get me hard in five minutes, then I will fuck you any way you want. If not, we go to bed for the night."
"OK, sir, come with me," she said. She led me to the bathroom and we climbed in the tub.
"We're taking a shower?" I asked.
"I am," she said. She closed the drain, knelt down in front of me and held my cock. "Piss on me, sir. Drench your little piss slut in your pee. Watch, I'm doing it!" She put her hands between her legs and started peeing. When her hand filled, she took it and rubbed it on her body, then put it back to get more.
"Now, sir," she said. "You can do it. Piss on me. Make me your toilet!"
I was getting turned on, but also had to pee, so I released my bladder and started hosing her. She pointed my cock at her tits and face as I covered her in my piss. As I was finishing up she took my cock in her mouth and I felt her mouth working on my cock as she swallowed. When I was done peeing, she did not slow down; she kept swallowing my cock.
In no time the combination of seeing Jamie covered in my piss and the feel of her mouth on my cock had me revived, well within the five minutes she promised. "I can't believe it, but you've won," I told her. "How do you want it?"
"Lie down in the tub!" she said. She stood up as I got onto my back. She straddled me and sunk down onto my cock. She stretched out onto me and looked into my eyes. "I'm going to piss on you while I fuck you, sir, and it is going to make me cum so hard!"
She started bouncing up and down on me, and every time she came down I could feel a squirt of piss released. She started cumming on about the third down stroke and didn't stop. After a few dozen strokes she was out of pee and she collapsed onto my chest. I let her rest for a minute, but then I had her get up and get on her hands and knees in the tub.
I got behind her, grabbed her hair and pushed her head into the puddle of pee on the bottom of the tub. "Your face is going to be in this piss as I fuck your ass!" I told her, and I shoved my cock back into her ass. I pushed her whole body and flattened my body on hers.
As I fucked her ass I pulled her hair and whispered in her ear. "You are such a slut! You are lying in a tub of piss getting your ass fucked, and you love it, don't you. What kind of woman are you?"
"I'm a slut. I'm a piss slut! I'm an ass slut! I'm a whore!" she screamed.
"I bet there is nothing you wouldn't do, is there?"
"No! I'd do anything. I'll be your filthy, dirty slave. You can do anything you want! As long as you keep fucking me!" She had been cumming almost constantly and the combination of her ass squeezing my cock and her foul mouth was getting me off. As she kept her stream of obscenities up, I started spurting into her ass.
As my cock softened in her rectum, I kept grinding my crotch into her ass, pushing her pussy into the bottom of the tub. "Did you like that, you little slut? Do you like writhing in our piss?"
"Oh, yes sir, I do!" she whimpered.
"Well here's a little more," I told her. I was almost out, but I was able to piss a little up her ass, which was enough to set her off yet again. After that, we just rested at the bottom of the tub, but after the burning hot lust was gone, the urine started getting a bit much. We stood up and I turned the shower on, and we spent the next half hour washing and shampooing each other until we were clean and ready for bed.
We got into bed together, and snuggled. "It's funny, sir," Jamie told me. "I wanted some time alone with you, and I really enjoyed it, but lying here in bed, I have to say that I miss Becky being with us."
"I know what you mean. I miss her too," I said. "How do you think she's doing now?"
"I think she's probably giving Chrissy a better time than she has ever had in her life," she answered. "I don't know what it is, but she seems to instinctively know just how far to push people to get them as turned on as they can be. I'm just glad she's with us, not against us!"
I agreed with her. I spooned into Jamie, rubbing my soft cock into her ass and kissed her neck as we both fell asleep.