It was early the next morning when we finally got out of bed for any length of time. Believe it or not, I didn't have intercourse with Janey once during that time. It just didn't seem right, with her wearing the collar. I think both of us, and Sally, too, instinctively understood that her first time with me had to be with her full choice. That doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy her company, so to speak, to the fullest. To be honest, meeting Sally's immense build up of sexual needs took most of my attentions and energy. Having a second naked female body helped for stimulation, though.
Rousting my two disheveled bedmates out of bed, I gave serious consideration as to how to proceed. I didn't want to be a dictator but the lifestyle we were headed into demanded that there be some clear guidelines — rules — for the two women to live by. For them to know what to expect, how to act, etc. Hell, I need them as much as they did.
If working for the government had taught me anything, it had taught me that Ralph Waldo Emerson was correct when he said "That government governs best that governs least." Or something like that. The point he was trying to make was to make as few hard and fast rules as possible, just Ten Commandments. That's all. Just enough to show the intent, don't stifle the initiative.
Breakfast was a veritable feast. The two new 'slaves' tried to out-do each other in making my favorite dishes. I finally sat them down and told them they were my favorite dishes and to quit wasting good food. While I had them down and quiet, I decided to introduce the rules.
"Before I start, let me remind you that your participation in all of this, Cricket, is voluntary. However, you can't pick and chose what you will or won't do, if you decide to participate. It's all or nothing. Understood?"
I got a quiet, but definite nod in the affirmative.
"First, these rules I'm going to go over only apply when you have on the collars. Sally, I have the key to yours, so I decide when they apply to you. Janey, you can put yours on whenever you are ready to participate. After you put it on, though, it stays there until I take it off. Exceptions are for school or company or when you are truly overwhelmed."
I got two nods of understanding. Janey was a little wide-eyed at the concept she just couldn't back out after she was in. Sally didn't like it, but understood.
"Second, there will be special clothing you will wear. Slave garb, so to speak. Love, your first job is to design and sew up two sets of slave garb for you and Cricket. It should not be blatant, but it should make you aware of how exposed you are at all times. Your bodies should be totally available to me at all times. I expect to see those outfits by tonight. You both have permission to go to town to shop for materials." I quickly calculated distances and time. "You may be gone for two hours. For every minute over that limit, you will both receive one stroke of punishment."
They both gasped. The time I had allotted for the trip and the shopping would almost positively ensure at least a minimal punishment. How substantial it would actually be was up to them, however, and by the amount of time they spent shopping.
"Third, when not otherwise engaged in a productive activity, one of you will attend to me. Love, do you remember our bet?"
Sally nodded, her eyes widening.
"That will be the assumed position. Please take it now as a demonstration for Cricket."
She slowly slid to her knees to a position in between my legs. She parted my robe and slipped just the head of my flaccid cock into her mouth. I didn't stay limp for long as the head of my cock was in one of my favorite places and she had to adjust the position of her head to accommodate for my growth.
"Cricket, you will observe that she has just the head in her mouth. She is not moving, sucking, licking or humming. Nothing. This is what will be called 'Head Time.' You will have your own opportunity to do this."
Sally started to rise, having given her demonstration. I cleared my throat, and, when she looked at me, raised a questioning eyebrow. I nodded with my head, indicating to her to get back into the position. Realizing she had erred, she blushed deeply. God, she was beautiful. I resumed when she had my cockhead reseated in her fabulous mouth.
"Cricket, you have much to learn, and are really in a training position. I, not you, will determine your rate of progress. You have already begun giving me blowjobs, but need practice. Therefore, you will practice every morning, to start the day."
Janey cheered at that, and I saw Sally just about choke, but hey, what guy wouldn't want to start the day with a gorgeous teenager giving him a blowjob?
I continued with Janey's instructions. "Unless instructed otherwise, you will sleep in your own room. I don't want any unconscious accidents, clear?"
Sally relaxed a little at that. I wasn't going to push her little girl into a sex slave thing entirely. Janey wasn't as pleased, though. Tough.
"Love, your main duties will be the household, including the health of said household. You will run the house. What you say goes, even over Cricket and to some extent, over me. You will determine the menu, any social events and, most importantly, a rigorous exercise program..."
How she could smirk with her mouth full of cock, I don't know, but damned if she didn't.
" ... other than sexual exercises, Love. I will determine that area. Clear? I don't want flabby slaves. Oh, by the way. I will be doing the exercise program with you. I expect it to challenge me, as well."
I saw her face pale when I said that. She knew I exercised hard almost every morning. If it was to be challenging to me, she and Janey would be hard pressed to keep up. There were going to be some sore muscles for a few weeks.
"Cricket, your main duty is to see to your education and any related activities. The collar comes off in a heartbeat for those things. Understood?"
She nodded, clearly a teenager.
"Lastly, the small room off of the living room, now the den, will be a 'Free Room.' None of the slave rules apply when you are in that room, for either of you, collar or no collar. That is your refuge, your sanctuary, should you ever need it. To be sure that the sanctity of that room is enforceable, I give you my word. That, and I will put a loaded pistol in the drawer of the desk in that room, readily accessible."
Sally lost it at that. Her head jerked up and she almost blurted out her objections.
Before she could object, I went on.
"This is going to be our lifestyle in our own home, and is not for public display. Unless specifically instructed to do so, you will act 'normal' in public. On occasion you may be bound in public, but it will not be visible, and it will be your primary job not to allow it to become visible or obvious to the public. You will never be publicly displayed or humiliated. Above all, you will be expected to act with dignity and respect, both towards each other and me. I will tolerate no disrespect.
"Oh, and one other thing, you will always speak the truth to me and to each other. Always. Your true thoughts, your true feelings. You do not need to be in the Free Room for that. I cherish your minds more than your bodies. I will gag you as little as possible and only with your consent or for special punishments or playtimes. I want you to be able to express yourselves, understood? I will not demand silence.
"If this lifestyle limits your freedom to be who you are in any noticeable way, it will not continue. It will be difficult for you, knowing where that line is, but we will find it together."
I turned to look at Sally.
"Now, Love, I understand you wanted to say something?"
"Master, the gun, there is no need. Your word is enough," she said quietly.
"Love, suppose I am punishing you. Suppose I go too far, push you past your limits. I am still new at this. It would never be my intent to harm you, but in the heat of passion, in the contest of wills to be a true Master to you, I might not recognize when I have gone too far. A doorway won't stop me. A loaded gun will. I want you to know — know! — that you are safe in that room, even from me. However, if you can think of a better way, I will listen."
She sat silently, stunned at the seriousness with which I was taking this new lifestyle. I had always heard you should be careful what you wish for, that you just might get it. Well, Sally was now faced with having her fondest wishes coming true and there was a loaded gun involved. Not quite what she had expected.
There didn't seem to be anymore comments, so I took Sally's hand and lifted her to her feet. With instructions for Janey to clean up the kitchen, I lead Sally into our bedroom and from there to the bathroom.
I looked around at the clutter on the counter, mostly hers, got the wastebasket, and swept it all in. Turning her with her back to the counter, I lifted her up and sat her down, her back to the mirror. She had a bemused smile on her face until I lifted her feet so they rested on the counter.
"What are you going to do, Master? Uh, if I may ask, that is."
Grinning, I answered her. "I am going to attend to you. And, yes, you may ask anything, any time. I already told you that."
"Master, you are going to attend to what?"
"Well, I noticed last night that there was a bit of stubble growing down around your pubic area. I thought I would clean it up for you."
"But Master, I can do that myself."
I leaned in to kiss her gently.
"I know you can. But would you deny me the pleasure of doing this for you? Remember the last time... ?"
She groaned erotically. It had been a most enjoyable time for us both, but especially for her.
"Every morning, after Janey finishes her 'practice, ' you and I will shave and shower together. You will shave me, I will shave you. Then we will shower together. I will wash you, you will wash me. Any more questions?"
Her eyes widened. She knew I used a straight razor, my great-great grandfather's that was deadly sharp. Now I was asking, no, telling her she would use it on me. My face, my neck would be at her mercy. It was another way of my telling her how deadly serious I was about this new way of life.
"But I won't need shaving every morning, Master."
"You would question my instructions so soon, slave?"
With that, grinning, I picked up the brush and whipped up a good head of foam. I applied it much more thoroughly to her nether regions than necessary. Her eyes never left the razor as I sharpened it on the thick leather strop.
A well-placed thumb told me she not only remembered the last time I had shaved her, she was looking forward to it now, as well. When I heard her straining and moaning as if in pain, I asked her what the problem was.
"You haven't given me permission to cum, Master. It is very difficult to hold back."
I sat back, dumbfounded.
"Sally, Love. You always have permission to cum, unless I specifically tell you not to. Furthermore, during this special time every morning, I will expect you to cum as often as possible. This is our time, just you and me. Do and say what you want in here. OK?"
With a sob of relief, she drowned my thumb with her juices. I heard a faint, "Hey, what's going on in there" from Janey's room or the kitchen as she sensed her Mom's orgasm, but we both ignored it for the moment. There were more important matters to attend to.
Much, much later, with shaky hands, she only nicked me once with the razor. That was probably my fault for making her shave me while impaled on my cock.
So what if the shave was a little ragged? We had many mornings ahead of us for her to practice.