Chapter 3
Monday - Day 3
Mmmmm, is there anything nicer than being woken up with a blowjob? Especially one as good as Becky was giving me. I looked down at her, and she was fully dressed, looking very professional in her blouse and skirt.
She looked at me, took her mouth off my cock and said, "It's your wake-up blowjob from your wake-up slut, sir. Is there anyway that you want to use me?"
"Just keep doing what you are doing, honey," I said, and relaxed and enjoyed it. When she finished, and swallowed, I kissed her good morning. "Before you go," I said, "there is one more thing you need to do. Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bed."
As I went to get the next size up butt-plug, she asked, "At work, sir?"
"Anywhere I want you to," I said, and inserted the butt-plug in her. I gave her the lubricant and said, "You can take it out if you have to go to the bathroom, but you need to put it back when you are finished. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Then have a good day at work," I told her, gave her a kiss and she left.
Becky goes to work a few hours earlier than I do, but she gets out early as well. That is how she would be able to go to the gym early, and still get home before I do.
I enjoyed the rest of the morning and then went to work, where I manage computer systems. During the day, I called Becky's best friend, Jamie.
"Hey," she said after she answered the phone, "to what do I owe the honor of this call?"
"Becky asked me to call you," I said. "She wants you to stop by after work today to give you something, or ask you something, I'm not sure what. Do you have time today?"
"Sure," she said. "How are things going otherwise?"
We chitchatted for a few minutes, and then we both got back to work. Jamie had been Becky's best friend for a long time, and I wanted to test the waters on how she acted around our friends. I thought Jamie would be the best person to start with.
That night, I arrived home to a treat. As soon as I walked in the door, Becky, dressed as I had instructed, jumped me. She pushed me against the wall, kissing and hugging me.
"Please, sir," she pleaded, "please fuck me. Fuck me now!" She dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out, and swallowed it into her mouth.
Never one to turn down a desperate woman, I picked Becky up, bent her over the couch, raised her skirt and sank my cock into her. She was coming as soon as I started, but I still had a long way to go. I noticed she was still wearing her butt-plug, and as I was moving my cock in and out of her, I started doing the same with the butt-plug.
"Oh, what are you doing to my ass, sir?" she cried, as she continued to come. I kept fucking her until I was ready to come, and then I said, "Dinner time," and pulled out and went around to her face. She grabbed my cock and swallowed it as I started coming. She got every drop.
We both sat on the couch, trying to catch our breath. "Is this the way that I will get greeted every day?" I asked.
"At least on the days that you play dirty tricks on me!" she replied.
I smiled at her and said, "Let's watch some TV." I went to the computer and queued up the video. I fast-forwarded through Becky leaving in the morning, then me leaving. The next thing it showed was Becky coming home.
Becky walked through the door and stripped off her clothes. "Good girl," I said as I nuzzled her neck. She folded her clothes and went to the bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing her white mini skirt. She walked in front of the camera and did a little pirouette. Then she went to the kitchen and started cleaning a little. She then came out and flipped on the news when the doorbell rang.
Becky looked up nervously and then walked over to the door. She looked through the peephole and called out, "Jamie? What are you doing here?"
"I was told that you wanted to see me. Aren't you going to let me in?" Jamie asked in a muffled voice through the door.
"One minute," Becky replied. She seemed to be in a bit of a dither, unable to decide what to do. Finally, she sighed, straightened her shoulders, and opened the door.
"Won't you come in?" she asked.
"Becky!" Jamie said, as she rushed in and shut the door behind her. "You're not dressed! How can you answer the door like that? Someone could have seen you!"
"Someone did see me. You," Becky replied. "Come on in and sit down."
As they walked to the couch, Becky turned to the camera and stuck her tongue out. As they sat on the couch, Jamie said, "Aren't you going to put a shirt on?"
"No, I can't," said Becky.
"Why can't you?" asked Jamie.
"First, why did you come over - no wait, let me guess. Someone called you and said you should come over, right?" Becky asked.
"Yes, he said that you wanted to tell me or show me something, why?" asked Jamie.
"He is incorrigible. Oh well, I guess eventually it would have happened" said Becky.
"What would have happened? What is going on? Becky, I am your best friend and you are driving me crazy. Would you please tell me what is going on?" Jamie demanded.
"OK, my relationship has... changed," Becky said. "We are not the same we were the last time you were with us together. God, how do I say this? Basically, I do everything that he tells me to do. He told me that at home, the only thing I can wear is this skirt, and so that is all I can wear. The only other way I can be is completely nude."
"I don't understand, why are you doing this? Why are you acting like his slave?" Jamie asked.
"Not his slave. Not yet. He won't allow that," Becky said.
"What do you mean he won't allow that? Becky, you start at the beginning and you tell me everything that happened!" Jamie yelled.
"Well, he told me he wasn't happy; that I was too high maintenance, always complaining, always having him take care of me, and that he was leaving me," Becky started.
"That bastard!" Jamie said.
"No," said Becky, "after he left I thought about it, and I realized that he was right. I especially realized that I was just never happy. So I thought about it, and I decided if I wasn't happy with my life the way it was, I should try living a different way.
"I loved him so much, and I realized I hadn't been showing it. I wanted to make him happy and I wasn't, and I wasn't making myself happy either. So I convinced him to meet me, and I offered myself to him as his complete slave. I would do anything that he wanted."
"I can't believe you did that!" cried Becky. "How could you want to be treated like a slave? You can't act like that!"
"That's what he said," Becky went on. "He said I couldn't change, that I needed too much for myself. But you are both wrong. Since Friday I have done everything that he said, and I have loved every second of it!"
"What has he told you to do?" Jamie asked. "Clearly clean the house in the nude? All sorts of sex things, I bet. Has he shared you with his friends?"
"Well, you are close," said Becky. "He has stripped me. I don't wear underwear anymore, or any pants; he likes to have easy access to me. He makes me work out in the gym. He takes me to dinner and plays with me outside. He has exposed me to a saleswoman in a store. When I am bad, he spanks me. I am sitting here right now with a butt-plug up my ass so that when he wants to fuck me up the ass I will be ready."
"How could you let him get away with that?" asked Jamie. "Aren't you horribly embarrassed? I would be mortified just sitting here topless with my friend!"
"I am embarrassed when he does these things to me. But you know what? I am also turned on. He has made me cum more in the last few days than I have in any given month in my life! He spanks me when I am bad and exposes me for his pleasure, but he gives me such pleasure too! And he loves me Jamie; he really loves me. I know he does.
"Jamie, for the first time in a long time, I am happy. He didn't think I could do this, but I convinced him to give me a thirty-day trial. At the end of the thirty days, I am going to be his slave forever!"
Jamie sat back, clearly stunned. "I don't understand you. Did he somehow brainwash you? You are not the same person I knew!"
"You're right, Jamie," said Becky. "I am not the same person. But I am still your best friend. I want you to be happy for me. I want you to still be my friend. It would devastate me to lose you, but this is how I am going to be. Please don't hate me."
"I could never hate you," said Jamie. "I just don't understand you. Tell me everything that happened to you. Start from the beginning and don't stop until you get to the part where you are sitting on the couch with your best friend, topless."
"OK," said Becky, and proceeded to give a rundown of everything that happened. It was very exciting to here it from Becky's perspective. When she mentioned the waxing, Jamie's eyes drifted down to Becky's crotch. Becky lifted her skirt up to show her bald pussy.
"Becky!," yelled Jamie in embarrassment.
"I know you were curious, so I showed you. You are not the first person to see it!" said Becky.
Becky continued, and Jamie said, "I noticed the hair, but with everything else going on, I didn't get to tell you how good you looked with it."
"Thanks," said Becky. She then continued with her story, and when she got to the part about the Christine, she gasped.
"You kissed her? And felt her up? Are you going to do anything more with her?" asked Jamie.
"What I suspect will happen," Becky said, "is that she will get herself all worked up thinking about it. I think eventually she will call, and she will come over here. And when she does, I am going to grease up her asshole and put his cock in it. Then, when he is done, I will clean his cock off with my mouth, because that is my job. And then I am going to own her, and I am going to do to her whatever I want and he allows. And that includes eating her out, and having her eat me, and watching as he fucks her.
"Not only that, but there is a woman at the gym, Veronica, and I think that at some point she is going to convince him to lend me to her, and she is going to do things to me, and you know what? If he tells me to, I will probably love every minute of it!"
Jamie sat there with her mouth open. "I don't understand," she whispered.
Becky took her hand and said, "I know. Unless he made you feel like he made me feel, you couldn't possibly understand. Three days ago I couldn't have understood. When I told him he could do this, I never thought if could go this far, and I certainly never thought that I'd be the one pushing, but as much as I do for him, as much as I give him, as much as he takes from me, I get so much more. I have never felt so good and I have never been this happy in my whole life."
Jamie said, "It doesn't sound like I know him anymore, either."
"You don't," said Becky. "But you should. Come to dinner here on Wednesday. Please? Come see what it is like. I'll ask him not to embarrass you too much! Will you come?"
Jamie seemed to shake herself, but said, "OK. But don't tell him to change his behavior on my account. I want to see what it is really like here. Is there anything that I can bring?"
"Just yourself," said Becky. "Oh, and you can't wear pants. He doesn't allow a woman in pants in the house."
"But I'm wearing pants now," Jamie said.
"And if you are staying longer, you'll have to remove them. It's a rule. I think it will be OK if you wear panties, though."
"I hope so!" Jamie exclaimed.
Becky looked at the clock and said, "He'll be home soon. You have to go. I have to get ready. Tonight, I think he's going to fuck my virgin ass! I can't wait!"
"Are you serious?" Jamie asked.
"You can't imagine! I love him so much, and I can show him by giving him my last cherry."
"Well," said Jamie, "I don't understand it, but you seem so happy. I'll let you prepare, but I'll see you Wednesday."
Becky showed Jamie out, and then rushed to the bathroom. After she came out, she went to the bedroom, and the tape started again when I walked in the door. I watched me fucking her, and it felt weird seeing myself having sex on tape.
When the tape was over, I reset the camera and then turned to her. "So you want me to take your ass?"
"Yes, sir" she replied. "I know I am being presumptuous, but please, will you take my virginity? I want you to have it, and I cannot wait any more. I am ready. I cleaned myself out and have lots of lubrication. I want to make you feel good with my ass. Please."
This was day three. Four days ago, if I had asked to play with her ass, she would have yelled at me and went to sulk. Now, she is begging me to please fuck her in the ass. I don't know what gods to thank for this, but I cannot believe how my life is turning out.
I stood up and picked Becky up in my arms. I kissed her gently and carried her to the bedroom. I put her down in the bed, and kissed down her body. I played with her nipples until she was on the verge of cumming. Then I continued down her body until I had my tongue in her pussy. I licked and sucked at her pussy and clit till she did come. As she was coming, I removed the butt-plug from here ass. As she was starting to come down, I moved my tongue to her asshole, and she started up the slope again.
I then reached to the bedside table where she had placed the K-Y. I put some on my finger and pressed it into her ass. My finger slipped in with no problem, her ass having just had the plug in it. I slipped another finger in, but she said, "Sir, please. Just fuck me. Don't open me up any more. I want to feel it when you go in me. Please! I can't wait any more!"
Again, I am not one to turn a needy lady down. I greased up my cock and put the head by her puckered asshole. I pushed about a quarter of the way in, and she gasped as my head went through her sphincter.
"Oh, sir!" she cried. "That feels good! Fuck me all the way!"
I slowly pushed the rest of the way in. I stopped when I was fully buried. It was a good thing that I had come so recently, because otherwise I would be cumming right now. I waited for a minute, getting used to the feel. Becky was breathing heavily below me. I started moving in and out, and I told her to play with her clit. After about a dozen strokes, Becky was cumming again. It felt like she would cut my dick off, but in a good way.
When she finished cumming I resumed my movement. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I started pouring cum into her asshole. "I can feel you cumming in me, sir!" she cried, as she came again. When I finished, I collapsed on top of her, and then rolled off of her so I would not hurt her.
Becky started kissing my lips and neck. "Oh, that was so good sir. Please feel free to fuck me in the ass anytime you want!" Then, she moved down my body and took my cock in her mouth.
"You don't have to do that after I fuck your ass," I said.
She looked up at me and said, "Sir, my job is to clean you up after you cum. That doesn't change if you cum in my cunt, my mouth, my ass, or someone else. You promised it to me as my job, and I will do it!" Then she went back to cleaning my dick.
When she was done, she came back up and snuggled on me. We lay there quietly for a while.
"Sir?" Becky asked.
"Yes, my little anal slut. What can I do for you?" I asked.
She shivered when I called her the name, and said, "Ooooo, I love it when you call me your little anal slut. Maybe I should get myself a bracelet that says 'Little Anal Slut' on it?"
"I will be getting you any jewelry like that, not you!" I instructed.
"Yes, sir," she said, and then lay quietly on me for a while.
"You never asked your question," I prompted her.
"What do you think of Jamie?" she asked.
"What do you mean? You know I like Jamie," I responded.
"But how would you like her as a slave?" she asked.
"What!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, how would you like to have two slaves, me and Jamie?" Becky asked.
I lay back down and thought for a minute. "Why should I need two slaves? And from the video I watched, I don't think Jamie would be interested. And why are you interested in building a harem for me? How about Christine or Veronica? Do you want all of them? Or for me to have all of them?"
Becky put her head on my chest and said, "I know Jamie better than you do, sir. I know she was protesting, but I think she was more excited than she would admit. I think that she would be interested, and I think that the deeper we get into this, the more she would be interested. Also, she is my best friend, and I can't think of anyone else I'd want to share you with more."
"Why would you want to share me with anyone?" I asked.
"Because I think that would make you happy, sir. Plus, I think that I would like it. As for Christine, I think she would make a good slave for me, sir, and Veronica wants to be my mistress, but Jamie would be like a sister slave. We could be equal under you."
I lay there quietly for a long time, thinking. Then I said, "Becky, I don't know what to say, or what to think. I am getting pretty sure that I will make you a slave when all this is done, but you are throwing these other things at me, and even though you say you will share, I am worried how that will work. And I am not sure if I want to share you. So why don't we play it by ear, OK?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, "but I'll bet you that Jamie will have her panties off within five minutes of coming into the apartment on Wednesday and that she will go home and shave her pussy bare afterwards."
"OK, I said, "You want to bet, it's a bet. You have five minutes to get me her panties from when she walks in. And no cheating; you can't tell her anything in advance. You get them to me, and you get to pick the position that I will fuck you in when she leaves. But if you lose, I get to try out that crop that you bought."
"It's a deal, sir!" she said.
"OK, now go to bed. I love you, Becky."
"I love you too, sir."