Chapter 23
Sunday - Day 23
I woke up to an entirely different feel on my cock. I looked down and I realized that my entire cock was buried in Becky's mouth. She looked up at me and swallowed, and I could feel it on the head of my cock! She slowly pulled off and then smiled at me. "I told you that I'd get it!" she said.
She worked her mouth back down my cock, even managing to stick her tongue out and lick my balls while my cock was buried in her throat. She started swallowing and moving just slightly up and down. I grabbed her head and shoved it all the way down and came right into her throat. She coughed a little as she pulled out. "I didn't get to taste any!" she said with a pout.
"But I enjoyed knowing that I was blasting my cum directly into your stomach," I told her.
"Well, as long as it made you happy sir, then I am happy," she said with a smile, and came up to kiss me.
I saw that she was not dressed and it made me realize that it was still the weekend. I also noticed that at the foot of the bed, Chrissy's chin was leaning on the bed; she had watched Becky's entire performance.
"How did she do?" I asked Chrissy.
"It is not my place to critique my mistress," she said.
"I think you can learn a thing or two about being properly subservient from your slave," I told Becky.
"I'm sorry, sir", Becky said contritely. "I'm trying to be a proper slave to you, but sometimes I forget myself. I encourage you to correct me when I overstep myself sir, as harshly as you deem necessary."
"Oh, I intend to," I said. "Meanwhile, we need to get up and go look at Chrissy's place, so that if it doesn't work out we can start looking at other places before they are all gone."
"OK, sir," Becky said. "Do you notice that Jamie is always the last one to wake up?"
"Are you complaining?" I asked. "That only means you are the one to get my cum each morning."
Becky's face brightened and she said, "I never thought of it like that! Maybe I should start slipping her sleeping pills to make sure of it!" She went over to Jamie, who was lying on her stomach, and gave her a big slap on the ass.
"Wake up, you lazy slut!" she said. "You already missed a delicious breakfast."
"What did you have?" Jamie asked sleepily.
"I had a yummy drink of cum," Becky replied, "though actually, I didn't get to taste it much. It was more of an injection directly into my stomach!"
"Did you finally get him in your throat?" she asked.
"She certainly did," I told Jamie, "and it felt heavenly."
"You are going to have to teach me how to do that," Jamie said.
"It's just like getting to Carnegie Hall," Becky said. "Practice, practice, practice."
"If you'd stop hogging his cock, maybe I'd get some practice!" Jamie exclaimed.
"If you got your lazy ass up in the morning, perhaps you'd have more of a chance," Becky said sweetly.
"No bickering, girls, or I'll only let Chrissy blow me," I told them. "At least she is a properly subservient slave."
"We're sorry, sir," they said in unison, though I don't think they really were. And frankly, I was glad of it. Chrissy was showing us what a true slave could be like. She would never even think of defying her mistress. Although Becky required a firm hand occasionally to remind her of her position, this made her a more interesting partner.
When I began this quest, I thought that I was looking for someone like Chrissy, but after she joined us I began to realize that my personality was not nearly dominant enough for me to enjoy that kind of relationship. I was looking for someone who would obey me, but still challenge me. And just my luck, I found two of them!
What surprised me the most was how Becky was with Chrissy. I would never have expected her to agree to, let alone enjoy, the complete domination that she was enforcing on Chrissy. Then again, I never expected the level of submission that she was affording to me. Nonetheless, I was quite prepared to enjoy this turn of events.
When I was done ruminating about our situation, we got up and went through our morning ablutions. After I was done in the bathroom the women went in. I needed to get the scissors, so I went back into the bathroom. I was surprised to see that Chrissy had just finished giving Becky an enema and was starting on Jamie.
Becky was heading to the toilet when I walked in, and she said, "I need to use the toilet, sir. Can you please leave?"
"No," I said, "and you can wait to use the toilet until I tell you to. Does Chrissy always do this for you?"
"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "I made her responsible for our bodies in the morning. She gives us our enemas, then cleans us up and lubricates our assholes." Meanwhile, Chrissy had continued emptying the enema bottle into Jamie's ass.
"Do you enjoy that?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir, but I really have to go," she said, squirming around.
"You'll go when I tell you," I said. "You would be embarrassed to have me see you go, but you aren't embarrassed having Jamie and Chrissy watching you?"
"That's right, sir," she said. "I think it's because Jamie is going through the same thing and Chrissy is my slave." By this point, Chrissy was done with Jamie as well.
"OK, I'll just kiss each of you, and then I'll go. When I'm gone, you can relieve yourself." I went to Becky and kissed her, but I also gave her a hug. The squeezing did not help her situation. Then I did the same to Jamie, and finally I did it to Chrissy. I got the scissors I was looking for and I left.
When the girls finally came out of the bathroom, Becky said, "That was a rotten trick, sir!"
"Yes, it was," I acknowledged, "Thank you."
She stuck her tongue out at me and they got dressed. They were again wearing matching clothes, this time black skirts with colored tops. As they were putting them on, Chrissy told Becky, "Mistress, I don't think that this is right."
"What isn't right?" Becky asked.
"I shouldn't be wearing the same thing as you," she explained. "People will think that I am your equal."
Becky went to Chrissy and kissed her. "That's very sweet of you to point out, but you are missing the point. You are my slave, and therefore you must act in a certain way towards me, which is important. However I am his slave, first and foremost, and that means that I have to act in a certain way towards him. And how I act to him is more important than how you act towards me.
"If we were going somewhere, just you and I, then I would expect you to make it clear that you are subservient to me. If we were also with Jamie, you would still show your subservience to me. However when we all go out together, then our slavery to him takes absolute precedence. The reason we all dress the same is so that anyone who sees will know that we are all his to do with as he pleases. And that, my lovely slave, is more important than people realizing that you are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," she responded. "I'm sorry that I questioned you in any way."
"That's all right," Becky told her. "You'll make it up to me with your talented tongue very soon."
The girls finished dressing and we went out. We grabbed some bagels, along with coffee for Jamie and Chrissy. Neither Becky nor I drink coffee, but it was clear that with our new living arrangement, coffee would be part of our new household.
Chrissy directed the cab to her apartment, and as we pulled up I realized that it was in a very nice part of town. She led us inside, and the first thing that I thought of was, 'Exactly how rich is this woman?'
The foyer was larger than our kitchen. The ceilings were at least 12 feet high and the floor was hardwood with a very nice Persian rug on it. "Wow!" was all Jamie could say, and Becky and I concurred.
"You'll give us the grand tour?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Chrissy replied. She took us through to the living room, which had expensive looking furniture and some very nice art on the walls. There was a formal dining room and a kitchen larger than my bedroom. I was ready to bet that the bedroom would be larger than my entire apartment.
The first floor also had a study, and there was a reasonably sized full bathroom. She led us to the stairs and Jamie said, "Cool, a duplex!"
"Actually, it's a triplex," Chrissy said, "with a full basement."
"Wow!" Jamie repeated.
The second floor had four bedrooms and a bathroom. The first three bedrooms that Chrissy showed us were all tastefully decorated and had large windows. They were nice sized, but not too much larger than our current bedroom. The fourth bedroom, however, was something else completely. It was the master bedroom, and it was huge. I'm not sure if the bedroom itself was bigger than our apartment, but combined with the master bathroom and the walk in closets, it was significantly larger.
The bed was a king size, four poster bed, with each post reaching almost to the ceiling; it was definitely big enough for all of us. There was a working fireplace in the bedroom, and the closet could easily hold all the girls' clothes. And the bathroom was something to see. It had a separate shower and tub; the shower could hold all of us without squeezing, and probably allow us to invite some guests. We could all fit in the tub with only minimal squeezing.
"And there is more to this place?" I asked, slightly awed.
"Yes sir," Chrissy said, leading us to another staircase. We went up to the third floor and looked around. There was another suite, maid's quarters Chrissy said. There were also two offices and a storage area.
After we finished exploring the apartment, we all trooped downstairs to the living room. Chrissy got us drinks while we thought about it. Finally, I talked to her.
"Chrissy, this place is amazing, but we can't move in here. I'm not sure what your parents would think about the arrangement, and I know that we could not afford to pay even a portion of the rent. It wouldn't be right. We'll just have to find a smaller place." Becky and Jamie looked disappointed, but they agreed with me.
"Sir, please reconsider," Chrissy said. "First of all, this is not my parent's place; they are not paying rent for me. When they retired, my parents gave it to me. I own it outright; it is my name on the deed. There is no mortgage; all I pay are taxes and utilities.
"Sir, I will be living with Becky wherever she goes. If you find another apartment, this will remain empty and I will still be paying the taxes and utilities. In addition, I will feel obligated to pay part of the rent anywhere else, so in reality, it will be costing me more.
"Please, sir, it would make me very happy if you would come live here. If you feel obligated, you can all chip in for upkeep expenses, but even that is not necessary. Please, sir. Please, Mistress. Please allow me to provide this for you."
I looked at them, and it was Becky who said, "I think we should do it, sir. I know I am probably being a little selfish because I love this place so much, but it does make sense. It will just be sitting empty if we are not here. And just think of that bathroom!"
I smiled at her statement and turned to Jamie. "What do you think, princess?"
"I think that if we lived here, it would spoil me completely for anything else," Jamie told me. "Nevertheless, I think it makes sense to do it, though I would insist on paying something towards maintaining it."
"Maybe you could contribute money towards turning the basement into a dungeon." Chrissy said quietly.
"A dungeon!" Becky exclaimed. "Show me this basement!" We all went to the kitchen and then down to the basement. It was mostly unfinished, and did have some potential as a dungeon, but I thought that was a little too advanced for me, at least right then.
We went back to the living room, and I said, "I've decided. We will live here. I'll go over the finances with Chrissy and I'll let you know what each of us should contribute. There are four bedrooms upstairs; each of us will get one of the small ones as a personal space, and the large bedroom will be a shared space, where I suspect we will all sleep most of the time."
"Sir, I don't need my own bedroom," Chrissy informed me. "My place is on the floor of my Mistress's bedroom, or, if she wants privacy, in the hallway outside of it."
"That's fine with me," Becky said with an evil grin.
I got up and walked to Becky. I got my face very close to hers, then I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head so that she was looking directly into my eyes. "Are you in charge here?" I asked.
"No, sir," she said nervously.
"And does the fact that I have allowed you your own slave mean that you can contradict me when it comes to decisions about her?" I asked.
"No, sir," she said, looking a little scared.
"So then after I specified the sleeping arrangements, can you explain to me why you felt it was acceptable to contradict my instructions?" I demanded.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize..." she began.
"What you didn't realize," I told her, "was that while I am willing to allow you quite a bit of latitude in how you behave, I will not put up with you contradicting me. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head, which must have been somewhat painful since I was still holding her hair. "Chrissy," I called, still staring into Becky's eyes, "given your preferences, I assume that you have some sort of crop in the house?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Instruct Chrissy to get the crop for me," I told Becky.
"Chrissy, go get the crop so that my master can punish me for my misbehavior," Becky said.
I continued holding Becky's hair tightly, staring into her eyes, until Chrissy came running back with a riding crop. I pulled Becky by her hair to the back of the couch. I instructed Chrissy and Jamie to each hold one of Becky's arms, and I kicked her legs apart.
"What do you deserve?" I asked Becky.
"Sir, I should be beaten until your arm is tired," she said. "I am sorry for trying to subvert your authority. Please forgive me, sir!"
I swung my arm back and slammed the crop onto her ass. This would not be a pleasant punishment for her. I wanted her to feel it. While I did not continue until my arm was tired, I did give her quite a few lashes. When I was done, I knew that Becky would not be sitting comfortably for quite a while.
"Go get some lotion and rub it on your Mistress's ass," I told Chrissy when I was done. The two women released Becky's arms and Becky turned and dropped to her knees in front of me. She was crying, and the position that she was in had to hurt her ass, but she gave no indication of that as she addressed me.
"Thank you, sir," she said. "I was being presumptuous and impertinent and you were quite right to punish me for it. You are in charge, and I should not let the fact that you have allowed me to have a slave to change that in any way. I will be more careful, sir. Please allow me to keep Chrissy!"
Chrissy had just come back into the room, and the shock on her face clearly indicated that she never even thought that I might force Becky to give her up. "That's right, Chrissy," I told her. "You have been looking to Becky for instructions, as you should. You are hers. But you have to realize that I am in charge of Becky. If I instruct Becky to give you up, she will. You'd best be sure to obey me, as well as Becky."
I turned back to Becky and said, "I will allow you to keep Chrissy; it would take a much worse offense than this to make me force you to give her up. Just remember who is now in charge of this relationship."
"I will sir!" she said strongly. "Certainly my ass won't let me forget anytime soon!"
I pulled her up and kissed her gently, and then I sat on the couch and pulled her over my lap. Chrissy applied the lotion to Becky's ass as I stroked Becky's hair gently.
When she was done I said, "Let's go back to the apartment so that we can figure out how we are going to make this move." The girls agreed and we departed.
When we got back to the apartment, I sat down with Chrissy and went over the costs of maintaining her apartment. We went back and forth in a weird, backwards negotiation. She kept insisting that she should pay the lion's share, while I demanded that we all chip in equally. In the end we reached an agreement, and it looked like Jamie, Becky and I would all be paying far less a month for housing than we were used to. I certainly wouldn't mind putting more money into the bank.
We all walked around our apartment, figuring out what we would take and what we wouldn't. It seemed so small now, after having been in Chrissy's (soon to be our) place. Since the new apartment was completely furnished, with items far nicer than the standard cheap apartment furniture that we had, it didn't make sense to take a lot of it.
One thing that we all agreed on was that we wanted to move soon. We decided that we could all get off early on Wednesday and do the move. I would rent a truck and we would pack our place, then go over to Jamie's and finally haul it all over to our new home.
I ran out and picked up a bunch of boxes and made arrangements for them to deliver more to us and to Jamie's tomorrow. Becky and I began packing our stuff, with Jamie heckling us from the sidelines. Chrissy started cooking a late lunch. Knowing now how rich she was, I was surprised at how good she was at domestic tasks like cleaning and cooking.
I asked her about it, and she said that it was her father that was rich. Her mother was raised in a lower-middle class home, and she had insisted that Chrissy be instilled with those values. In addition, her mother was a good cook who really enjoyed cooking, and she taught Chrissy to love it as well.
We continued packing until lunch was ready. After lunch we went back to packing while Chrissy cleaned up. I was walking through the kitchen for something and I saw Chrissy at the sink washing the dishes. As usual, she was naked, but her ass wiggling in front of the sink while she scrubbed a pan just did something for me.
I thought, 'What the hell, she's mine to use as I want, ' and I dropped my clothes. I walked up behind her and grabbed her by her hair. She shrieked in surprise as I pushed her forward over the sink. I didn't say a word to her; I simply pushed my cock into her pussy.
She was not very wet, so the going was a bit rough for a minute, but a few strokes, in conjunction with holding her down, and she started moistening nicely. I started slamming into her, driving her hips into the counter, probably painfully. The water in the sink was still on, and it was running over her shoulders and breasts as I held her down.
I wasn't trying to give Chrissy pleasure, I was using her as a receptacle for my cock, and I believe that realizing that ended up giving Chrissy a lot of pleasure. After a few minutes of slamming her hard I was reaching my point of no return. When I got there I pulled her head back hard by her hair and slammed into her as hard as I could.
We held that position for about thirty seconds as I pulsed into her, and I could feel her cumming around my cock as well. I wasn't intending to give her pleasure, but if she received it, I was quite happy with that. Finally I released her hair and she collapsed over the sink. She just lay there, the water cascading over her arm and shoulder, as I pulled out of her.
I turned around and Becky and Jamie were standing there looking at us. I looked defiantly at Becky, challenging her to say anything about my using her slave like that. Instead she walked over in front of me and dropped to her knees. "Thank you for using my slave," she said. "May your slave be allowed to clean you, sir?"
I nodded my head, still breathing heavily, and Becky took my cock into her mouth. What a tableau we made. I imagined it like a movie, filmed from slightly overhead and to the side. Chrissy lying over the sink, panting and exhausted, water flowing over her body and cum dripping from her cunt. Me, standing a little behind her, facing away from her, with Becky on her knees in front of me sucking on my dick. And five feet away, Jamie, naked and aroused, surveying all of us. As Mel Brooks would have said, "It's good to be the king."
After my little interlude, we continued packing those items we wouldn't need for the rest of the week. We had a light dinner and got ready for bed. We were all in the bed, Becky on my right, Jamie on my left and Chrissy spread out by our legs. It was definitely a tight fit, and we all discussed how much nicer it would be on Chrissy's king bed.
"Those four posts should be useful as well," Becky said with a smile.
"I've used them before, Mistress, and they are quite sturdy," Chrissy said.
"Someday you will have to regale us with tales of your past sexual experiences," Becky told Chrissy.
"As my Mistress demands," Chrissy said.
Becky shuddered a little when she said that and said, "It does something to me when she is so compliant."
I pulled her chin up so that I could kiss her lips and said, "I know the feeling, though my slave is not quite as compliant. She's making good progress, though."
I turned to Jamie, kissed her and said to Becky, "This one is far more compliant. You could learn something from her." Jamie, of course, had to lean over and stick her tongue out at Becky.
I sighed and said, "I'm cursed with disobedient slave girls!"
"It just means that you will have more punishment sessions to enjoy, sir", Becky said with a grin.
I pulled each of them onto me, and they kissed each other over my chest. Then we all went to sleep.