Chapter 26
Wednesday - Day 26
As I slowly roused out of my slumber, I could feel Chrissy's talented mouth on my cock and something heavy on my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down into Becky's. She had her head on my chest, and when she saw that I was awake she moved her lips to mine for a little kiss.
"Chrissy tells me that she can still taste Jill on your cock," Becky said. "I'm jealous of her."
"Well next time, don't bicker with your sister slave, and it will be you cleaning the fluids of women you procure for me off of my cock," I told her.
"You're driving that lesson home very effectively, sir," she replied.
"Did Jamie and Chrissy finish your punishment last night?" I asked.
"I thought I would die, but they followed your instructions to the letter," she informed me.
"Excellent," I said. "And are you suitably punished?"
"Yes, sir," she said, "It's funny. Your punishments are always torture to me, and I do not want to repeat them, yet I enjoy them soooo much in the moment."
"Perfect!" I told her. "Now you are going to have to disappoint your slave, because as much as I am enjoying what she is doing, my balls are going to shrivel up and fall off if I keep cumming as much as I have been. We are going to have a busy day, and I need my energy, so ask her to stop and thank her for a lovely job."
"Slave," Becky said, "Your task is over for now. Our master does not want to cum now, even though he is enjoying what you are doing."
Once again, Chrissy showed more obedience than the others by stopping immediately, without even a parting lick. "I'm not your master yet," I said. "We still have a week and a half."
"Just practicing," Becky said with a flirty smirk.
She got up and went to work, while Chrissy got Jamie up. Becky and Jamie would each work a half day while Chrissy and I got started early. I got up and showered, and after I was dressed I went to the kitchen where Chrissy had made me breakfast. "Thank you, Chrissy," I told her.
"It's my pleasure and my duty, sir," she said.
I looked over at her and said, "This will be the first quality time we've spent alone. Can we talk for a bit?"
"Of course, sir," she said.
"You really are getting into this, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"I've already told you that you're the most obedient, but you actually take it to extremes. You do more than you are even asked to. You said that it was your pleasure and duty to make me breakfast, but no one made it your duty. Why do you feel it is your duty?"
"My duty is to do anything I can to make my Mistress' life more pleasant and happy," she explained. "Mistress is most happy when she is making you happy. Therefore, my primary duty is to make you happy. I thought that you would enjoy breakfast, so that made it my duty to make it for you."
"Have you always felt this need to be so obedient?" I asked.
"Not always, sir," she answered. "I got breasts early, so boys were always after me. However, when I started dating I realized that I was not getting much out of it. Then, when I was sixteen, I went to a bar with some friends and was picked up by this man who was probably about 30. He had such a commanding presence, it made my knees weak and my pussy drip. I went home with him that night and he made me cum harder than ever before.
"He instructed me to come back and see him the next night, and he told me what to wear. He got me in deeper and deeper for about a week, and then he found out how old I was. He told me that while he enjoyed me greatly, and he wished that he could make me his slave, he could not because I was so young. Even though he had never mentioned slavery before, when I realized he was dumping me I cried and begged him to make me his slave. He refused and told me to be an obedient little girl and not see him ever again.
"I obeyed him, and I haven't seen him since, but it left a void in me. He had ordered me around, he had spanked me, he had stripped me in public, and in just the week that I was with him I realized that I was a complete submissive. I tried being with regular guys, but it didn't work. When I asked boys to abuse me they either dropped me as too weird or they did a half-hearted job. I found a few people who I thought would be good masters, but they were not.
"I apologize for the impertinence, but they treated me as you treat Mistress and Mistress Jamie. And that just did not work for me, sir."
"Knowing you, I can imagine it didn't," I told her. "I treat Becky and Jamie that way because that is how they should be treated. I would never treat you that way, though I don't think I would be a good master for you either."
"Thank you for understanding, sir," she said. "I had basically given up on relationships, sir, because I could not get what I wanted. When Mistress made her offer I was tempted, but I did not want to take the chance. As I saw her again and again, I was more and more tempted. Now that I have committed to her, I realize she was the perfect choice. She understands what I need and she provides it. And I want to thank you, sir, because as I now understand it, she would never have done that if she had not changed for you."
"You're welcome," I replied. "Though I did not do it for you, I am happy that it works out well for you. Thank you for telling me your story. Now, however, we need to discuss the day. I want to get some boxes and we should start packing. I'll get the truck later."
"Yes, sir," she said. "Just tell me what I should do, and I will do it."
"I don't doubt that for a second," I said, smiling at her. "Seeing your sexy, naked body, however, makes me realize that the clothes that you girls are allowed are not really appropriate for moving. I want you to go out this morning and get three pair of shorts, appropriate colors of course, and three tight white tee shirts. Cut the tee shirts off so that they come to just below the breasts, and the three of you can wear those to pack.
"Now tell me about last night. I didn't get a chance to talk to any of you about it. Did everyone have a fun time?"
"I think so, sir," Chrissy said. "We got there and got drinks. Everyone wanted to know who would be entertaining you, but Mistress would not say. She kept having us guess, and we all guessed many wrong names, but finally Mistress Jamie guessed Jill, and Mistress confirmed that. Joan and Rachel did not know Jill, so Mistress and Mistress Jamie told them about her, and described some of the recent events with her.
"Mistress Jamie could not believe that Jill had agreed to it, but Mistress explained how we had made her so curious. We were all speculating what you would try and what she would allow you to get away with. Mistress Jamie thought that she would only allow straight sex, but Mistress thought that by the end of the night you could have her doing pretty much whatever you wanted. Mistress has a lot of faith in you, sir.
"When we got home and saw the video that you had left, Mistress Jamie acknowledged that Mistress was probably correct. Most of the night was spent drinking and talking. Mistress filled Rachel in on some more of our activities, and we could all tell that it made her really, really hot.
"There was one thing that Mistress did that you would like, sir. After everyone had a few drinks in them, she dragged us all to the bathroom and she had us line up in front of the mirror. Then she said, 'Panty check time girls. Raise your skirts.' Mistress, Mistress Jamie and I all raised ours immediately, and Rachel and Joan soon followed. I think you would have liked it sir. Five bald, naked pussies on display, and a few of them looked fairly excited. Mistress threatened that next time she would bring a camera so that she could bring proof back to you."
"So it sounds like a good time was had all around," I said.
"Yes, sir," Chrissy replied. "I'm sure that Rachel attacked her husband as soon as she got home, if not vice versa, though I feel sorry for Joan, because she had no one to go home to. We should probably try to find someone to fix her up with."
"That would be nice," I said, "but I want to be careful about messing with people's lives too much."
Just then the phone rang, and I grabbed it. It was my friend Mark. "Hey man," he said. "Jill called me and said that you were moving today. What's the deal, and how come you didn't call to ask for my help?"
"I'm sorry Mark, I didn't think about it," I told him. "We just decided to move on Sunday, and I didn't think people would be free mid-week. Are you?"
"Sure, and I think Mike can get off early," he told me. "But if we help, you are buying beer and pizza."
"Deal!" I said. "Chrissy and I will be packing stuff up in the morning, and I'll be getting the truck around noon. Becky and Jamie are coming back at around 1:30, so why don't you show up at one and you can help me load."
"OK," he said, "But who is Chrissy and what do you mean Jamie is coming back?"
"Oh ho!" I exclaimed. "So Jill didn't spill everything. Come over and we'll talk while we pack. You, at least, will be amused by the situation."
After I hung up I called Mike at work and invited him over also. He told me he could get off around three. I also called Bob, Lisa, Joan and Jill, figuring the whole crew could come. Bob and Lisa had other plans, but Joan and Jill agreed to come over to the new place to help us unpack. Jill asked, "Can you keep your hands off of me in front of the others?"
"Well, if you turn me on too much, I'll just grab one of my slaves and use them to relieve the tension," I told her.
Jill sounded shocked as she said, "You'd do that, wouldn't you?"
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. It's good to be the king."
After I hung up I started ordering Chrissy around. I had her pack some things while I packed others. Most of the furniture was going to stay, and the girls were just starting to re-build their wardrobes. I had her pack my clothes, and I went through a lot of our paperwork. I carefully wrapped up my computer and some of the other electronics and I finally ordered Chrissy to go get the clothes for the girls.
I went out at noon and got the truck and brought it over. When I got back, Chrissy was in the apartment moving boxes to the front door. I took a close look at her. Viewing from bottom to top: she was wearing Keds sneakers with little white socks and her legs were deliciously bare. They reached into tiny red shorts, which came just up to her hips, and then she was bare to just below her breasts. Over her breasts was a cut-off white tee shirt, and over her left breast was the name Chrissy. The collar of the shirt was ripped out, leaving a large scoop neck. On her neck was a large black collar, matching the cuffs on her wrists. Her hair was done up in a pony tail.
"Do you like, sir?" she asked me.
"Very much, but how did you find a shirt with your name?" I asked.
She did a slow pirouette, revealing that the back of her shirt said 'Three Slave Moving Company.' She said, "I own a clothing store. I do have some contacts, sir, which can provide custom work on short notice."
I just stood there; I think that my mouth was gaping open. "Is this acceptable?" she asked.
"Unbelievable," I said. I couldn't wait until Becky came home. She would absolutely revel in this. She was definitely going to be proud of her little slave girl. I shook my head and said, "When my friends come over to help, they are going to have heart attacks. Lay out the others' outfits and let's start getting these things to the truck.
We worked for a little, and I was in the bedroom when I heard a knock on the open door and a voice yelled, "Hello!" It was Mark, come to lend some back power.
"Chrissy, go out and send Mark back," I said with a grin. I peeked out the door after she left; I desperately wanted to see Mark's expression.
Chrissy had to have known what I was going for, because she went to the front door and asked, "Welcome, sir. Are you Mark?"
"Umm, yes," Mark said. "I think I'm in the right place."
"Yes, sir," Chrissy replied, giving a little curtsy. "My name is Chrissy, and the Master asked that I show you to him. Please follow me." Mark's expression was priceless. His mouth dropped open, and when he saw what was written on the back of Chrissy's shirt, it dropped even further.
Chrissy walked through the open bedroom door, and in full view of Mark dropped to her knees, bowed her head and said, "Sir, your friend Mark has arrived." She looked up at me briefly and winked. It was good to know that she had a sense of humor!
Mark walked in and asked, "What the hell is going on?"
"We're moving," I said. "Grab a box and let's take it to the truck."
"But what about her?" he asked, pointing to Chrissy, who was still kneeling on the floor.
"You're right," I said. "Chrissy, get back to work!"
"Yes, sir!" she replied.
"OK, I'm really starting to get freaked out now," Mark said. "You stop what you are doing right now and tell me what is going on!"
I laughed and said, "You are so easy, Mark. You should have seen your face! Priceless."
"So this is all a put on?" he asked. "Who is she? Someone from work helping you move?"
"Oh, no, she's real," I said. "Chrissy, come get introduced to Mark for real. Mark, this is Chrissy. Chrissy, this is Mark. Chrissy lives with us now. It's actually her house that we are moving into."
"Pleased to meet you, sir," Chrissy said. "Thank you for helping us move. This place is too small and we want to get to a larger place as soon as possible, so thanks for helping out in the middle of the week. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you."
"No problem, I was off anyway," Mark said. He turned to me and asked, "If she is living with you now, where is she staying? This is a one bedroom."
"I sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed, sir," Chrissy piped in.
"Excuse me?" Mark said, unable to believe what he just heard.
"I sleep on the floor at the foot of Mistress' bed," Chrissy repeated. Then she said to me, "Sir, I'm going to clean out the refrigerator now," and she left the room.
"I think I need to sit down, and you need to explain, step-by-step, exactly what is going on!" Mark said. I laughed again, and told him to grab a box and I would tell him as we worked. I caught him up on what had happened since we had dinner together, how Jamie had moved in and then how Chrissy followed suit.
We were walking back into the apartment and he was saying, "No way. This has got to be some kind of gag. Becky behaving this way was a stretch, but Jamie and this new girl. You are putting me on."
Believing that a picture is worth a thousand words, I yelled, "Chrissy, get in here!" Chrissy came running in and I told her, "Chrissy, take off your shirt." Mark's mouth dropped open again, as Chrissy pulled her shirt over her head without a moment's hesitation. "Go put your shirt in the bedroom with the others' outfits. You can put it back on when the others get home."
"Yes, sir," she said, and she went into the bedroom, dropped her shirt, and went back to the kitchen.
"Oh my god!" Mark exclaimed. "Is she a stripper you hired?"
I sighed and said, "Help me pack, Mark. The others will be home shortly." We packed some more items, while Mark kept glancing over to where Chrissy was working topless.
Just a short time later, Becky and Jamie arrived home together. They walked in and saw me and Mark working. Becky said, "Hi Mark! Hi, Sir. We're ready to start working."
"Great!" I said. "Chrissy, come here and pack the girls' work clothes and show them their moving outfits." Chrissy came in, topless, and Becky realized what I was asking. She lifted her chin and dropped her clothes. Jamie followed her lead, and soon they were both naked. Mark saw both the fact that they each had shaved beavers, as well as the fact that neither wore any underwear. They handed their clothes to Chrissy and followed her into the bedroom.
As they passed Mark, Jamie said, "We'll be back in a minute." Neither showed any apparent shame, but neither could hide the blush that spread to their chests either.
Mark looked at me stunned and said, "OK, now I believe you." I just smirked at him.
I heard a squeal of delight from the bedroom as Becky discovered the treat that Chrissy had gotten for them. She ran out in her green shorts and cut off tee shirt, followed by Jamie in her blue shorts and Chrissy in her red. "Sir, did you see what my amazing slave got for us? They're perfect!"
"I thought so," I said, smiling at her excitement. They all turned around and gave us a show. "Now don't make it a lie, and get your asses to work!"
They all looked at each other and in unison said, "Yes, sir!" With the girls helping, we were soon finished loading the truck. We went up and took a final look around to make sure that we didn't forget anything. The only items that remained were furniture and clothing that we were going to be getting rid of.
We went over to Jamie's apartment and quickly packed the few items that were left there that she wanted to bring. We took them to the truck and headed over to the new apartment. On the drive over, I called Mike and gave him the location. He told me that he would be there about fifteen minutes after we were. I parked the truck in front and Chrissy opened the door. She knelt down outside the entryway and held up her hands. In them were three keys. Mistress, Sir, Mistress Jamie, I made up keys for you. Please accept them from me, along with my thanks for moving in."
Mark was standing watching this ceremony with a bemused expression on his face. The expression changed a bit after Becky took the keys from her hands and gave one to me and one to Jamie, and then helped Chrissy stand and gave her a big French kiss. At that point, I believe Mark went from bemused to horny.
"If you start that up, we'll never get unpacked," I said. "We can thank her properly later, in bed. Now let's start unpacking."
Mark grabbed a box as I did and said, "Have I mentioned to you what a lucky bastard you are?"
"No need to tell me," I said. "I already know."
Mark and I were carrying the boxes in while the women directed where they went. We were out in the truck when Mike came up. "Hey guy, grab a box and take it in," I said. He grabbed one and I told him, "That goes in the bedroom. Take it upstairs and have Chrissy tell you where it goes."
He said, "Chrissy?" but went upstairs as he was told. He came down with a stunned expression on his face, and I had to do the whole explanation for him as well.
We continued with the boxes and when we were done, I went out to return the truck. I told Jamie that I wanted her to come with me, and she agreed. I thought the people at the rental agency, not to mention the people who would see her on the way home, would definitely get a kick out of her outfit. As we were getting in the truck, Jill and Joan came up. Joan gave Jamie a once over, and Jill said, "Don't worry, I gave her an update on the situation, so she won't be as shocked as I imagine the boys were."
"That's good," I said, relieved that I wouldn't have to explain for a third time. "You can go inside; Becky is in charge and can put you to work." Jamie and I went to return the truck, and the reaction was what I expected. Some of the people were fairly crude, and Jamie was blushing like crazy, but she never made a sound of complaint.
We got home to a regular domestic scene. There were pizzas and drinks in the dining room, and everyone was sitting around chatting. "Who got the pizza?" I asked.
"We had it delivered, sir," Becky said. "Chrissy answered the door, so I think that we are assured of fast delivery in the future!"
It was funny how after a day of working together, the other guys could get to the point where they almost ignored the girl's state of dress. Becky's comment, however, reminded them of it.
Mark was the wise ass who said, "Hey Jill, why aren't you and Joan wearing moving shirts too?"
Everyone laughed and Joan said, "You wish, you horn dog. Three women parading around nearly nude and that's not enough for you? You need five! Mark, you couldn't handle five women! Hell, he's got three, and I bet he can barely handle them!"
I had the grace to keep my mouth shut, but Becky didn't seem to have the same restraint. "He handles three just fine. In fact, I am sure that he would have no problem with five. Care to see him prove it?"
Joan blushed and Jill said, "Don't take that bet! Then again, while you'd probably lose, you might enjoy it!"
I decided that this conversation had gone about as far as I wanted it to, so I said, "There will be no proving anything to anyone tonight. We just moved into a new place today, and we will spend the night with the people who live here. Besides, Mark, those were special order tee shirts, so you are out of luck."
"I don't mean to be disrespectful, sir, but that is not entirely true," Chrissy said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I knew that Jill and Joan would be coming, so I had two made up for them," she explained. "I didn't know Joan, but I thought that Jill might like one."
Mike asked, "Where do you know Jill so well from?"
Chrissy looked to Becky, and she nodded, so Chrissy said, "We've been out for drinks together, and she has had many conversations with my Mistress." That sentence quieted the room quickly. While everyone knew about the relationship in theory, hearing Chrissy call Becky her Mistress certainly brought it home.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, and then Jill said, "Chrissy, thank you for thinking about me. I'd like to change into it before we get back to work. Care to join me, Joan?
"Umm, I think I'll pass," Joan said.
"Fine," said Jill. "Lead on Chrissy, and show me where to change."
We cleaned up the pizza and started back to work. I was working in the study downstairs setting up the computer and everyone else was upstairs helping out in the bedrooms. I heard someone come into the room and Jill said in a sultry voice, "Does this do anything for you?"
I turned and looked at her. She had black shorts with the tee shirt, and though she did not have the cuffs and collar, she apparently did not have the underwear either. She kissed my head and said, "Maybe you'll think of me later when you are with the girls?"
I smiled at her and yelled, "Chrissy!"
Jill looked at me funny as I waited for Chrissy to arrive. Chrissy came in and said, "Yes, sir?"
I told her, "Jill is getting me all worked up with her sexy body and I can't concentrate on work. Strip and blow me."
Jill looked positively shocked as Chrissy pulled her shirt off and dropped her shorts. She knelt in front of me and opened my pants, pulled out my cock and started licking on it. I kept eye contact with Jill as Chrissy pulled my cock all the way down her throat.
"You see," I told her, "I don't even have to wait for you to leave to get satisfaction when you tease me. Do you want to tease me any more?"
She continued looking shocked for a while, then smiled and pulled her top off. "Does this help?" she asked.
"It does indeed," I said, and that is when Becky walked in.
She took in the scene and said, "Sir, I hope you are enjoying yourself, but I thought that I should tell you that everyone is coming downstairs, and they will see you if you continue." I didn't say anything, and Chrissy continued, but Jill got embarrassed and pulled her top back on.
"You're very lovely," Becky told her. "I'm sorry to have interrupted, but I'm glad you weren't embarrassed further, although everyone will think that you are cold."
Jill glanced down at her tits and saw her nipples standing at attention. She started to put her hands in front of her to hide them and then shrugged. "I sort of figured this might happen when I put the shirt on. I'll just give everyone a thrill."
"Especially me," I said, and then told Chrissy to stop. I had her put her clothes back on and we were all back to normal when everyone came down. We were pretty much done for the night, so we said goodbye to everyone. Jill changed back into her clothes, and Chrissy gave Joan her moving outfit to take home.
After the guests left we walked around the house to take our own little tour. It was a really nice place, and I couldn't believe that we were going to be living there. We went into the bedroom and at the foot of the bed was a big doggy bed. "What is that for?" I asked.
"Well I didn't want Chrissy getting cold when she slept on the floor, so I got my little bitch a nice doggy bed," Becky told me. "But do you know how nuts this slave is?"
"How nuts?" I asked.
"She told me if it turned me on, she would be happy to be made a bitch for real!" she told me. "She said that she would fuck a dog for me!"
"A little extreme, don't you think?" I asked.
"I agree, sir," Becky said. "I'm glad that I own her, and not someone that would take her up on that."
I looked in the dressers and closets, and while the girl's clothes took up the majority of the space, there was room for mine. At least they didn't need an underwear drawer!
We went back downstairs to clean up and Becky said, "Jamie, Chrissy, could you excuse us? Sir, would you come upstairs with me. I'd like to talk to you about something."
"Sure," I said.
We went upstairs to the bedroom and Becky closed the door. She said, "One moment, sir," and went into the closet. She walked out of the closet with no clothes on and dropped to her knees in front of me, extending her hands above her head to show me the crop that she was holding.
I took it from her and asked, "What is this one about?"
"Sir," she began, "tomorrow I am going to start my period. Whenever this happened during our previous relationship, this meant no sex for you. It meant no sex while I was PMSing, and no sex during my period. I never even gave you a blow job, and of course anal sex was completely out.
"I was unfair to you sir, and you put up with it. I put my feelings above yours, and I want you to punish me for it sir. It goes without saying that while I have my period, you may take me in my ass and my mouth whenever you want. But sir, if it does not disgust you too much, I would encourage you to fuck my pussy as well. Most of the time that I have my period there is not much blood, and if you want me to, I can clean myself out. What I am saying sir, is that you should not hesitate to continue using me however you want, regardless of the fact that I am menstruating."
"I understand what you are offering, and I will take you up on it," I told her. "And to respect your wishes, you will be punished for rejecting me in the past. Lean over the bed, arms around the bedpost." I went and got some straps and bound her hands so that she was standing holding the bedpost. I stood behind her and began beating her.
Each time the crop landed it forced her into the bedpost harder. After the first five I noticed that she was pressing her crotch against the bedpost. The bedpost was ridged, and it looked like she was rubbing her clit against it. I cropped her five more times, and she continued to grind herself against the bedpost.
I stepped up behind her and pulled her head back with her hair as I pushed my crotch into her burning ass. I whispered in her ear, "I am going to start whipping you hard and fast, and I will not stop until you cum. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" she panted. It was clear that it would not be long. I stepped back and kept my word, giving her a stroke a second. She started humping the bedpost and within about ten seconds she screamed, "I'm cumming, sir!"
I kissed her on her cheek and said, "I am going to leave you here for a while, so that you can think about how you used to make me feel. The whipping was for that. After that, you can think about how you make me feel today. The cum was for that." I kissed her again and I went downstairs.
The girls looked up when I walked in and Jamie asked, "What was that about?"
I said, "It was between Becky and me, and I would appreciate if you did not interfere."
"Yes, sir," she said. "I'm sorry."
"That's OK," I said. I sat down and held my arms out. "Both of you come over here. I need snuggling." They sat down and I held them while I calmed down over what I had done to Becky. It was what she wanted, but it took a lot out of me. I just sat there for about a half hour. Finally I said, "Let's go to bed, and break it in." The girls smiled and we all walked upstairs together. I let them walk ahead of me in their little shorts.
They walked into the bedroom ahead of me and saw Becky still tied to the bedpost, her ass striped red. "Oh my god!" Jamie cried, running over to her. "Are you OK?" Then she turned to me and said, "Sir, how could you?"
I was about to respond when Becky said, "He could because I begged him to. I asked for this, and he did it even though he didn't really want to. And besides it is not your place to question how he treats me, so you apologize before you find yourself in this position."
Jamie looked at her, stunned. Then she nodded her head and turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, sir. You told me not to interfere, and even if you hadn't said anything, I shouldn't have questioned you. I apologize and I hope that you can forgive me."
"I can," I sighed. "Help Becky down and rub some lotion onto her ass." Jamie did as I asked, and we all got into bed. Becky was in the middle, I was on her left and Jamie was on her right. Chrissy was in her usual place at the foot of the bed.
"I think that even though this is our first night here, I'd like to just hold you and go to sleep, is that OK with you?" I asked. Becky and Jamie nodded. Chrissy didn't, I assume because she felt that her opinion was of no importance. We all kissed. Chrissy turned off the light and we went to sleep.