Chapter 33
Wednesday - Day 33
Once again, I woke up when Becky did. She was still sandwiched between Chrissy and Jamie, so she had to climb over them to get out. Jamie, being Jamie, didn't even stir as Becky climbed over her. I noticed that Becky was walking without pain today, and most of her marks had faded. I snuggled my hard-on into Chrissy's ass and fell back asleep.
I next awoke to the feeling of Becky's nails running lightly down my back, over my ass and onto my balls. She rolled me onto my back and continued running her nails delicately over by cock. Her tongue soon joined the action and I reveled in the combination of soft licking and gentle scraping. The girl really knew how to push my buttons. I let her continue for a while, and then pulled her up so that she was lying on top of me. I kissed her and said, "We haven't really had a chance to talk about tonight. How is it going to be, confronting your fathers?"
"I don't know, sir," she replied. "I think that my mom and Amy are getting to be OK with it, and if they are they have probably convinced our Dads not to make too much of a fuss. You've met my Dad, and he liked you. Jamie's Dad is not a particularly violent person either, so I don't expect you'll be in physical danger. I'm sure my mom would have told me if she was expecting a huge scene."
"Are you going to be OK with it?" I asked, knowing that she had always been somewhat of a daddy's girl, and it would greatly upset her to disappoint him.
"I think so," she said. "I'll tell you after I see how he is."
"OK," I told her, flexing my dick against her stomach. "Meanwhile, you have some unfinished business." She smiled at me, gave me a last kiss, then slithered down to pleasure my cock. She looked me right in the eye as she lowered her lips nearly to the base of my cock. She had to break eye contact as she worked the last inch into her throat, but when she was done she looked back up at me with a smile stretched around my cock. Then she got down to business, and within a few minutes she was getting her breakfast treat.
"Thank you, sir," she said with a smile.
"You're welcome," I said magnanimously. It still amazed me that I was being thanked for allowing someone to blow me.
Becky went to work, and shortly thereafter I did the same.
During the day I called Lisa.
"Hi," she said. "What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow night," I answered.
"Are we still on?" she asked.
"I know that we were going to get together with you and Bob for dinner and some private conversation, but if you don't mind, I'd like to postpone it for a while. We are going a little crazy with preparations for Saturday, and I want to spend some time alone with my girls before we go through with this."
"I understand," she said. "Next week?"
"The week after," I replied. "We are going away next week. You'll still come on Saturday, right?"
"We'll be there," she promised.
"Thanks," I told her, and we exchanged pleasantries and hung up.
I got home before dinner and Jamie jumped me.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"I'm really nervous!" she said.
"I'm sure your parents will do what is right," I said. "Your mother seemed to be very supportive." I stepped back and took a look at her. She was in a silky blue slip-dress, and she looked amazing, so I told her so. "You look fabulous. You are so beautiful. Have I mentioned how lucky I feel that you want to be with me?"
She blushed and embraced me. "Help me through tonight," she whispered.
"Don't worry, I won't let anyone treat you badly, be they stranger or family," I assured her.
Becky came down, wearing a matching dress in green, followed by Chrissy in her matching blue dress. Cindy came into the room and said, "Once again, I feel out of place."
"What color would you like to wear?" I asked with a smile.
"Hold on there big boy!" she exclaimed. "I was just observing, not requesting. I'm happy in what I'm wearing."
"All right then," I said, and I had to admit that she looked good as well. She wore a black dress, and it fitted her nicely, but she clearly wasn't one of the musketeers. "I'm just going to change." I went upstairs and freshened up and put on a nice suit.
I walked downstairs, and was welcomed by quite an interesting sight. Just off the foot of the stairs were three gorgeous women, kneeling in a row. Each of them had her dress pulled up to her waist, her pussy exposed and open. Each of them had also put on her dress collar. While the collars might be mistaken for jewelry on their own, wrapped around the beautiful necks of three identically dressed women, it was very clear what they were, and the girls knew it.
As I got closer, I noticed that the leashes were hanging outside of their dresses. I walked over to Becky, who was kneeling on the right and grabbed her leash. I pulled her up and gave her a kiss, then moved her to my right. Jamie was next, and I pulled her up and gave her a kiss as well. I finally went to Chrissy, pulled her up and kissed her, then handed her leash to Becky.
"You don't seem so nervous now," I observed to Jamie.
"You're right," she said. "I don't feel nervous at all when you are holding my leash."
I smiled at her and kissed her again. We walked to the front door, where Cindy was waiting for us.
"Wow," Cindy said. "You would not believe how hot that looked."
I looked her up and down and said, "Purple or violet would be nice on you."
She blushed, shook a finger at me, and said, "We're going to be late!" She turned and went out the door.
We hailed a cab, which, given how the girls were dressed, proved to be no problem. I swear that the first driver that passed us wanted to throw the fare he already had out the door to make room for us. There were five of us, but I wanted us all to squeeze into one cab, so Becky got Chrissy on her lap, Cindy sat in the middle, and I had Jamie on my lap.
I could tell Becky was still feeling anxious by her little nervous habit. Some people bite their nails, some twirl their hair. Becky coped with nervousness by running her fingers through her slave's pussy. To each her own. I considered copying her, but I figured that Jamie was nervous enough.
When we got to the restaurant, we stepped out of the cab and straightened ourselves up. I tucked Jamie's and Becky's leashes into their dresses. I told them, "I think we can do without this, at least for now. Your parents have had enough shocks."
Becky released Chrissy's leash, but made no move to put it away. "If you don't mind, sir, I would prefer to leave my slave's visible."
"She's your slave," I said.
We went into the restaurant and stood at the bar to await the girls' parents. We were there for about ten minutes, getting quite a few looks (jealous ones directed at me, lustful ones at the girls) when Cindy said, "Here they come."
I turned around and Becky stood to my right and Jamie on my left, each holding an arm. Chrissy stood behind and to the right of Becky, while Cindy moved slightly off to the side. They approached and we stood nervously opposite each other before Cindy went over and kissed her Dad's cheek and hugged her mother. She turned to me and said, "This is my father, Jim, and you know Becky's Dad, Jake."
I pulled my arms free from the girls and went forward to introduce myself. I shook Jim's hand, saying how nice it was to meet him, then Jake's, indicating that it was a pleasure to see him again. I moved forward and kissed Claire on the cheek, thanking her for coming, then I did the same to Amy.
Jake looked pointedly at Chrissy and Becky said, "Sorry. Everyone, this is Chrissy. She's mine."
Chrissy stepped forward and curtsied to everyone. "Sir, Ma'am, Ma'am, Sir, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
"She is certainly polite," Jake said to Becky.
"Shall we get our table?" I asked. They agreed and I had the maitre d' lead us to our table. The table seating was interesting. It was a long table, and on one side sat Jim, Amy, Claire and Jake. Cindy sat on the end next to her father, Jim, and on our side Jamie sat next to Cindy, with me on her right, Becky on my right, and Chrissy on her right. I felt like we were negotiators, with Cindy as a mediator.
We sat down and the waiters brought us menus and a wine list. "I am not a connoisseur, so would one of you like to order some wine?" I asked the parents.
"Jim always orders for us," Claire said. "He knows what is good." I passed the wine list to him and allowed him to choose.
We ordered drinks and our food, and then sat back. I knew that I had better start, so I looked over at Claire and said, "I have to tell you that your girls are very nervous right now, so maybe I can just start by asking how everybody is feeling about this?"
Claire looked at me and smiled. "First, let me tell you that I don't think that anyone will come to blows tonight. We've all sat down and talked about this situation, over many drinks, and everyone will be happy to know that we will go along with whatever makes you happy."
"Oh, mom!" Becky screamed and jumped out of her chair and around the table. She grabbed her mother and father in a big hug and squeezed them tight as she cried. Jamie got up as well, albeit more decorously and went around to do the same to her parents.
After a bit, both girls returned to their seats. I squeezed their knees and they put their arms around me. Jim said, "Claire said that we'd go along, but I want to hear from you, Jamie. Is this really what you want?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she said. "I love both of them so much."
He turned to me and said, "What about you? Are you going to treat my daughter well? Are you going to hurt her?"
"As I told your wife," I replied, "I may hurt her occasionally; that happens in any relationship. However, I love her very much, and I would never do anything that I thought would seriously hurt her."
The drinks arrived then, and Jim was busy trying and approving the wine. After the waiters left, Jim turned to his right and said, "Cin, you've been staying with them for a while. What do you think of their relationship?"
"Well, it is not a relationship that I'm used to seeing," she said. "But they are disgustingly happy with each other. I think there is a good chance it will work out; at least as good a chance as some normal marriages that I've seen."
"Well, I'm not sure how I'm going to explain this to my friends and the rest of my family, Jules, but I'll give you my blessing," Jim said gruffly. Jamie popped up out of her seat again and ran to her father. After a long hug, she returned to the seat next to mine.
Becky looked expectantly at her father. Her father glanced at Chrissy and said, "Would you care to explain what you meant when you said that Chrissy was yours?"
"Mom explained to you that Jamie and I have offered ourselves as slaves," Becky explained. "While we were getting into this new relationship, we came across Chrissy, and she has agreed to be my slave. That is what I meant when I said that she was mine." As she said that, she reached over and took hold of Chrissy's leash.
"Interesting jewelry," Amy observed, looking pointedly at the collars that each of them was wearing. While only Chrissy's leash was outside her dress, once its function was known, it was clear that the others had leashes as well. Becky pulled her leash out and handed it to me. Jamie saw what she was doing and did the same.
"This is getting a little intense," Claire said.
I took Becky's leash and slipped it back into her dress, and did the same for Jamie. "The girls are just nervous, and Becky is trying to put on a brave front. However what Becky said is correct. Chrissy is hers, not mine. This Saturday Becky and Jamie will be mine, but Chrissy will remain with Becky."
"I don't understand any of this," Jake said.
"Sometimes I feel like I don't either," I said. "It is hard to understand unless you are part of it. Ask Cindy. She's been living in our house for a while, watching us interact, and she still doesn't completely understand why the girls are doing what they are. As I said, I don't always understand why they are doing this. But I do know that it makes them happy, and it makes me happy, and it makes Chrissy happy. I don't know if this will last forever, but I want it to, and I will do everything I can to continue to make all of us happy."
"I guess that is all any parent can ask," Amy said. "So will that make you our son-in-law?"
"For all intents and purposes," I said with a smile. "Shall I call you Mom?"
"Amy is fine for now," she replied.
"You do realize that this is going to cause you problems in society," Jake pointed out.
"I know, Daddy," Becky responded. "We've talked about this extensively. Believe me, telling you was the hardest thing that Jamie and I have had to do. But I don't think that any of us will be running for office, and as for the people who can't accept us for who we are, screw them! I know gays and lesbians that have kids, and they face the same kind of problems, but they love each other, so they work through them. We might be slightly less main stream, but our friends have already accepted us, and our families have already accepted us, and we accept ourselves. Anyone else doesn't matter."
"As long as you've thought this through, baby," he said.
The appetizers came, and we all started digging in. When we'd made a dent in them, Becky said, "Daddy, can I ask you a favor?"
"What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Will you walk me down the aisle?" Becky said quietly. I could tell that she was really putting herself out there, and that if he said no it would crush her.
"I know that you told your mother that you would be having a ceremony, but is it a real wedding?" he asked, surprised.
"It's not traditional," I answered, "but we consider it a real wedding. There won't be a priest or minister or rabbi, but the girls will at least start the evening wearing modified wedding dresses. They will offer themselves to me, and I will accept them; we have each come up with our own vows. They will each have a maid of honor and as Becky has asked, they would like their fathers to give them away.
"I should warn you, however, as I did your wives, that this ceremony will veer quite a bit from a traditional one. Not the least of which will be the fact that by the time the ceremony is over, both of these beautiful women will be naked. They have asked for, and I will be giving them, marks to show that they are mine. When you walk them down the aisle, however, they will be fully clothed."
"It's been a long time since I have seen my daughter without clothes," Jim said. "I think I was changing her diapers at the time."
"I've grown up a little since then, Daddy," Jamie said tartly, and the couples across from us laughed.
"I have to admit that I am not very comfortable with any of this," Jake said, "but I can see that it means a lot to you, and you are my only child, so I will do as you ask." This caused Becky to pop up and run around the table again. It probably would be easier if she was seated next to him.
"Well, Jamie is not my only child," Jim said, looking at Cindy.
"Daddy!" Cindy said, shocked. "If you do not walk Jamie down the aisle, I promise you that you will not be walking me down either!"
"I was kidding!" Jim said. "Sheesh, Cindy! Don't take everything so literally! Of course I'll walk Jamie down the aisle, though I am not any more comfortable about this than Jake is." This time, it was Jamie that popped up, but she stopped at Cindy first and gave her a hug, before proceeding on to her father.
"So do you want to give us more details about this ceremony?" Claire asked Becky after everyone had reseated themselves.
"I don't know anything about it," Becky replied. "My only contributions are my vows, my heart and my body. Everything else my Master is taking care of, with my slave's help." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and said, "Maybe he is afraid that if he doesn't surprise me, I'll run away screaming."
Cindy snorted, "Like that is ever going to happen!"
Claire turned to me and asked, "Anything that you can tell us?"
"It will be reversed from many weddings," I explained to everyone. "The reception will be first, and the girls will be dressed in their wedding gowns. They are fairly easy to move in, so they should be able to mingle. When the time for the ceremony comes, they will walk down the aisle, accompanied by their fathers. They will kneel down and present their vows, then their maids of honor will start removing their dresses. I will then make my vows to them, and then I will collar and mark them. Some things will be done right there, and some things will be done beforehand but unveiled at the ceremony. After the ceremony is completed, we will leave for a private ceremony."
This was the first that the girls had heard of this, so they were extremely interested. Claire asked, "Who are the maids of honor?"
"That is up to the girls," I said.
Becky and Jamie looked at each other and I could see them thinking over the choices. Becky said, "Chrissy."
Chrissy looked very happy at the choice, but I said, "I'm sorry, Becky, but Chrissy will be assisting in a number of other ways. Don't worry; she will be part of the ceremony. Choose someone else."
She thought for just a moment, and then said, "Jill."
I nodded and looked at Jamie. She looked at her sister and said, "Cindy, will you be my maid of honor?"
"A maid to a slave," she mused. "What does that make me?"
"Someone that Jamie loves very much," I replied.
"I was only joking!" Cindy exclaimed. "I'd be honored Jamie." More hugging and kissing ensued.
We continued dinner, and while it was perhaps not the most comfortable dinner I'd ever been to, it went fairly well. Before dessert, however, Jake said, "Why don't us menfolk go to the bar for a cigar and a brandy?" While I don't smoke or drink brandy, I figured there might be a different reason, so I went along.
We got to the bar and Jake and Jim lit up their cigars. They offered me one, but I declined. I asked, "Am I to presume that there was more to this than just a cigar?"
"Yup," Jim replied, drawing deeply on his cigar. He slowly blew out the smoke before he elaborated. "Our wives have been working us over to accept this choice that our daughters have made. The girls have convinced them that if we don't accept, then they will go ahead anyway and we will lose any relationship that we have with them. But we want you to understand something. While we are going along with this, you are getting a lot of control over our daughters. I won't claim to understand why they are doing this, but you need to know that if you hurt our babies, we will come after you. They appear to love you, and you appear to love them, but they are still letting you be in control. So if one of them gets hurt, we will hold you personally responsible, do you understand?"
"Yes, Jim, I do," I replied. "I appreciate that the two of you are concerned; I would be in your place as well. I want to assure you that I have the best interest of all of us at heart. I do love them. I think that the worst that will happen is this whole relationship won't work out, and we will go our separate ways. Again, worst case, Becky's and Jamie's relationship will be destroyed. But if you are worried about me locking them in the basement and starving and beating them to within an inch of their lives, then you should know that is not something that I am interested in or capable of doing.
"I will treat them lovingly within the bounds of the arrangement that we have. I will hurt them physically occasionally. I will spank them, and when they deserve it I may whip them. In some cases I will humiliate them. But it is all within the boundaries that we have set, and they accept it. In fact, they usually push me further than I would have gone. But I will never hurt them permanently, and I would never hurt them in any real way. As I said, I truly love them."
"Well, I am not happy hearing about my daughter getting hurt," Jim said, "but she is a grown woman, and if this is how she chooses to live, I won't stop her. Lord knows that she deserved to be spanked more when she was growing up!"
"Well rest assured, she will be much better behaved in the future," I said.
"And if she is not?" he asked with a smile.
"Just let me know, and we will address that," I said. "It would certainly drive a lesson home for her to get a bare bottom spanking in front of her mother and father."
Jake leaned back and took another puff. He said, "With that out of the way, I have to admit that I am a little envious of you, in more ways than one. Most men have one woman who is usually not very interested in obedience. You have two, no three, beautiful women who are willing to be completely obedient. It is something nice to think about. And Claire tells us that the girls occasionally provide you with someone else as well." He shook his head in appreciation.
"Well, I am the first to admit that I am living a dream," I said. "A month ago I was one of those men who put up with anything that their girlfriends wanted. I decided not to anymore, and it turned out better than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams."
I took a sip of my drink (Coke, not brandy), and I continued, "I would not normally suggest how people run their private lives, but I have a suggestion for you. You're wives have been pushing for you to accept your daughters' choices. This might be a good time to suggest that they see how they would feel being in their daughters' place. At the very worst they will say no. At best, who knows where it would lead?"
The two men looked at each other. They didn't say anything, but a meaningful glance passed between them as they leaned back and took deep drags on their cigars. A short time later we rejoined the ladies for our desserts. Both Becky and Jamie grabbed my hands when I returned, clearly wondering what was up with their dads. Becky, the little slut, pulled my hand under her skirt to show me that she was very wet. I glanced up and saw that her mother had noticed what Becky had done; Claire dropped her eyes and blushed.
We finished dessert and said our goodbyes to the parents, then headed back home in a cab. They must have arranged something while I was away, because instead of the seating arrangements we had going to the restaurant, going home they put me in the middle, with Jamie on Cindy's lap and Becky on Chrissy's. That gave both my little slaves access to me, which they used extensively. They both grabbed me and kissed me as soon as we were on our way.
"Sir, that went better than I could have possibly hoped!" Becky exclaimed. "What happened before dessert with you and Daddy?"
"They wanted to make sure that I understood that if I hurt their babies that they would come after me," I told them. "Pretty much the same speech that I got from your mothers. After that was over though, they told me that they wish that they were in my position: three beautiful women at their beck and call."
"They didn't!" Becky exclaimed.
"Pretty much they did," I replied. "In fact, I told them that since your mothers had pushed them to accept your choices, maybe they would be willing to experiment with it to see how it felt."
"Oh my god! You are looking for a mother / daughter thing!" Cindy shrieked.
"I am not!" I laughed. "I just thought, maybe the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree. Like mother, like daughter. If it makes everyone happy..."
Becky and Jamie gaped at each other for a second, then Becky grabbed for her bag. She got her cell phone out and made a call. "Mother," she said, "I need you to do me a favor. Do whatever Daddy asks of you tonight... Don't worry, just do it for me. And also, tell Amy she should do what Jim asks... Oh god, mother! I didn't mean in front of them. I'll talk to you tomorrow!" She hung up and put her phone away.
"Did you just tell our mothers to serve our fathers like we serve our Master?" Jamie asked in amazement.
"Yup!" Becky replied happily.
"How could you do that?" Jamie asked.
"I want them to know what it feels like," she responded. Then she looked back at me and asked slyly, "What would you do if my mother showed up on your doorstep one Tuesday evening?"
"Oh my god, what have I started?" I groaned. Becky attacked me with her lips, and luckily we had just pulled up to the house, or she might have gone farther. I paid the driver and we all went inside.
As soon as we got into the door, the girls all dropped their clothes, including Cindy. I looked at her questioningly and she shrugged and with a smile said, "When in Rome..."
I walked to the study and they all followed. I got to the couch and dragged Cindy over my lap. I gave her five hard swats on her ass. When I released her, she jumped up and held her ass. "What was that for?" she asked.
"I told you that if you teased me, you would be spanked," I replied.
"I wasn't teasing!" she responded defiantly.
"No?" I asked. "Then blow me."
She dropped to her knees in front of me and the others watched in amazement as she fished my cock out and started giving me quite excellent head. She looked up at me, as if to say, 'I told you so!' I let her get me all worked up, then I pulled her head off of my cock. Looking right into her eyes I said, "Chrissy, take this slut to her room. You are to make her cum as much as she wants, and she is to do the same to you. In the morning, I want you to tell me if she satisfied you. If she hasn't, we'll punish her together."
"Yes, sir!" Chrissy replied happily, and dragged a surprised Cindy away by her hand.
I looked up at my remaining two slaves. "Well, my loves, shall we go to bed?" They looked at each other, then grinned and pulled me to my feet and hustled me upstairs, my cock sticking out of my pants and leading the way.
As we passed Cindy's room, I could hear her moans rising. I opened the door and we all stepped in. Cindy was on her back, Chrissy's head between her legs and her feet wrapped around Chrissy's shoulders. Cindy noticed our presence and blushed, but continued moaning. "Leave your door open," I told her. "I want to hear you all night." I pulled the girls out and dragged them to our room, leaving our door open as well.
We fell onto the bed, the girls ripping my clothes off. We heard Cindy scream, then a minute later we heard Chrissy start to moan as they switched positions. Jamie fell back onto the bed and Becky positioned herself between Jamie's thighs. She looked back at me and said, "Fuck me, sir! I am so hot!" She turned her head around and shot her tongue deep into Jamie's wet hole.
I positioned my cock at Becky's cunt and pushed all the way in. I looked up at Jamie, and her eyes were closed. We were all relatively quiet, listening to Chrissy's rising crescendo. "Are you imagining that it is you, Jamie? Are you thinking about having Cindy between your legs, bringing you off like she is doing to Chrissy?"
"Oh, sir, I am!" Jamie said without hesitation. "I can imagine her naked body between my legs."
"Tell her how she is making you feel," I instructed.
"Yeah, tell me sis," Becky said, in a reasonable approximation of Cindy's voice.
"Oh, god, Cindy!" Jamie shrieked, "You eat me soooo good! I am so glad you are finally eating me! I love it! Make me cum Cindy!" And Jamie came. There was a reduction of noise from the other room, then Chrissy shrieked in orgasm as Cindy attacked her.
Jamie started coming down, so I shifted my attention to the woman with my cock buried in her. "And you, you slut," I said, slapping her ass. "Whoring women for me is one thing, but for your father? You realize that you gave him a slave for the night? He is going to do lecherous things to your mother. He might have her in just this position. Maybe he is thinking, I am going to fuck her like a bitch. She's my bitch. And if she behaved anything like you did, he is probably spanking her ass like I am doing yours!"
I leaned forward so that I could whisper in her ear, "And if your father is anything like me, he is looking at the beautiful ass in front of him and saying, 'I'm finally going to get a piece of that!'" I sat back up and pulled my cock out of her cunt and pushed it slowly into her ass.
"Right now, your mother is probably getting her ass fucked, maybe for the first time," I said. "What would you be saying if it was you in her place? What are you thinking, Claire?"
"Oh, Jake! Fuck my ass!" she replied, panting. "Make my ass yours! Make me yours. I'll be your slave forever if you just keep fucking me so good! Fuck my hot, tight, virgin assssss!" she shrieked as she came. Half way through her orgasm she lurched forward, pulling off of my cock and falling onto Jamie's stomach. I was pretty close, so I moved up the bed and jerked myself until I came, splattering my cum all over Becky's face and Jamie's stomach and tits. Then I collapsed with my head next to Jamie's.
We all lay there, none of us up to even cleaning ourselves off. I watched the cum drip off of Becky's cheek as she lay panting on Jamie's stomach. As we relaxed, we heard Cindy crying from the next room, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over again.
Becky eventually started moving her head back to my cock, but I told her, "Stay there. I like looking at you like that." She smiled up at me and started running her fingertip through the puddles of cum.
When we had relaxed enough to talk, I said, "I told you what happened between your fathers and me before dessert. What happened with you and your mothers?"
"They tried giving us a talk about the facts of life, if you can believe it," Jamie replied. "My mom said, 'I know it's probably silly at this point, but since you are getting married, is there anything that you think you need to know about anything?' She was blushing furiously, and while I think she meant it open ended, so that she could answer any question about married life, she clearly also meant about sex.
"Cindy again broke the ice by saying, 'Geez mom! She should be the one telling you about the facts of life!' Everyone laughed, but then they got a little more serious, telling us about how we should make sure to make ourselves happy in addition to making you happy. Becky told her mom, 'Don't worry, he makes me very happy!' and you could tell that she was thinking exactly about how happy you make her, because she was squirming in her seat.
"Claire said, 'Do you ever think about anything other than sex any more?' and Becky said, 'Why should I have to? I have a master to think about everything else!' That shut Claire up! That was pretty much the end of our discussions. Now that we know what might happen to them tonight, maybe Cindy was right; we should have taught them a thing or two!"
We lay there for a few more minutes, listening to the moans and screams coming from the other room. Then I told them, "I canceled our dinner plans for tomorrow night. After work tomorrow, I want everyone in the house wearing clothes. Tomorrow I will not be your Master, just a boyfriend. I want to have one more night of things back to the way that they were before you make any permanent decision."
"I don't need that, sir!" Becky protested.
I looked at her and said, "Tonight, I am your Master, and I am telling you that you will do this. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, meekly.
"Now clean off your sister slave, so that I can have a turn with her," I instructed. "Maybe while she is fucking me, I will tell her about the discussion I had about her with her father." Becky cleaned Jamie off with her tongue, then sucked me back to rigidity.
Jamie climbed on top of me and started riding me. I watched her beautiful tits bouncing around as I ran my fingers lightly around her nipples. Then I pulled her down so that her face was right near mine and asked, "Shall I tell you about what your father and I discussed about you?" She nodded, so I continued. "He said that when you were younger, you could have used more spanking. I told him not to worry, that it won't be a problem in the future. I told him, in fact, that if he ever saw you misbehaving, a punishment that might work would be a bare bottom spanking in front of him and your mother." Jamie gasped when I said that.
"How would you like that?" I asked. "We'd be in their house and I'd pull up your skirt and bend you over, and as they watched I would spank your ass." As I said it, I spanked her ass. "Or maybe they would watch as I fucked you like this, and Becky administered the spanking?" Becky picked up on this and swatted Jamie's ass. Jamie moaned and fucked onto me hard. Each time that she raised herself on my cock, Becky pushed her back down on me with a smack on her ass. In no time she was bouncing up and down on me, and Becky was keeping time. Then she slammed down on me, cumming, while Becky rained spanks on her ass.
When she was finished cumming, Becky stopped spanking and started rubbing her ass, but Jamie said, "No, he hasn't cum yet. I didn't finish my task. Keep spanking me until he cums in me!" Jamie raised herself up a little and fed me a nipple as she began rotating her hips. Becky, meanwhile, started beating a rhythm on Jamie's ass. Jamie was chanting, "Cum in your slave!" while she moved, so she did not have to put up with Becky's spanking for too long before I was splashing the walls of her cunt with my cum.
Jamie collapsed on me while Becky kissed her ass to make it better. When I had shrunk a little, Becky pulled me out of Jamie and cleaned off my cock. Then she came up to snuggle next to us and we all went to sleep, lulled by the sounds of moaning from Cindy's room.
Towards the morning, I had to get up to use the bathroom. Coming back I noticed that Chrissy was back in her doggie bed, and she was wrapped around Cindy. My life just kept getting weirder and better.