Tired of Being the Nice Guy
by MWTB
Prologue
Thursday - Day -1
You could call me a nice guy. I haven't had too many girl friends, but upon reflection I realized that they were all what I would consider "high maintenance." Not that I was this absolute doormat, treated like shit by my girlfriends, not at all. The girls that I had gone out with were nice enough to me and treated me reasonable well. They were nice looking, though certainly not model material. We had nice times. But it was clear to me that in each of my relationships, the woman was the focus.
When they wanted to go someplace, we did. I took them around, got them nice things, and did things for them. With sex, we did what they wanted when they wanted it. If they didn't want anything, I had to be content with satisfying myself or with nothing. Again, they were not cruel, and if anything, it was my fault. I was a pushover; I truly cared about them, and put up with pretty much anything.
My current girlfriend is Becky. We have been together a couple of years. She's about 5' 5," brown hair and eyes, a nice chest, a few pounds overweight, but not outrageous. By the way, I'm just over 6 feet, brown hair and eyes as well. I'm no Greek god, but I'm in reasonably good shape and people have told me that I look pretty good.
Our relationship was going like all of them had. She was in a bad mood frequently, angry at many things around her, and as a result, she was often cranky and short tempered around me, even though she admitted I was not to blame for the way that she felt. While I wouldn't have minded sex on a daily basis, she was frequently not interested, either because she was in a bad mood, or she hadn't showered that evening and doesn't feel clean enough, or she was too tired, or she was just not interested. Even though her body is pretty nice, she has always felt that she was getting too fat, and as a result, she wouldn't wear revealing clothes. On the other hand, she never felt like working out either.
So that is what I thought of my life and relationship. I never realized this myself, but one day I came to the realization that I was tired of being the nice guy. I had these relationships where I catered to high maintenance woman, but I had never been catered too. I had always put everyone else first, but I had never been put first. And when I look around at the hot women that were low maintenance (I was definitely NOT interested in a really hot, high maintenance woman) I realized that the people that they were in relationships with were assholes. These women were with people who treated them badly, and while they bitched and moaned about it, they seemed to get off on it.
It got me wondering. While I didn't think I could treat a woman with the complete disdain of the assholes around me, I thought it was time to stop being so nice and to find someone who was going to take care of my needs, do what I wanted, and be at my beck and call. I wasn't sure if I could find someone like that, but I felt I owed myself a chance to try.
Of course, that meant that I had to dump Becky. Being the nice guy that I was, I had never dumped anyone before; it was always me being dumped. While I have some experience being dumped, it would be a test of my new selfishness to dump Becky.
I had just recently gotten home on a Thursday evening, and Becky was moaning about something again. I felt bad for her, and how the things in her life annoyed her, but it helped me realize that I did not want to be part of it, so I said, "Becky, we have to talk."
"What do we have to talk about?" she asked.
"I don't want to live with you anymore." I answered. I could not believe that I just came out and said it, but there it was.
She looked stunned. "What do you mean? What's wrong? I thought things were going so well!"
"Becky," I said, "when we met, and while we have been living together, I was a particular person. You liked me, and you thought everything was good. The problem is that I didn't like me. I don't like who I am, and I don't want to be who I was. I really do like you; I really love you. But now I want to be someone else, and while you are great, I need to be with a different kind of person."
Becky had started crying. I could feel my compassion welling up, and I almost felt like comforting her and saying, "Sorry, it's my fault, we can go back to the way we were." But I didn't do that. I needed to change.
"I don't understand. What kind of person do you need? How can I do things differently? What can I do to keep you?" she asked.
"Becky, I would love to stay with you, but I really feel that what you are and what I am looking for are two completely different things. I don't think you'd want to be the person that I need," I told her.
"But I would do anything for you," she responded.
"No, you wouldn't," I said. "You'd say you would do anything, but when push came to shove, you wouldn't."
"How can you say that?" she asked. "Why won't you give me a chance? What do you want?"
"Becky," I explained, "what I want is someone who will listen to me. I want someone who will do what I want. If I want to go out, they will. If I want them to dress sexy, they will. If I wake up horny in the middle of the night and want a blowjob, they won't complain they are too tired. If I walk in and get turned on by them, they won't complain that they haven't washed when I want to eat them out. I want someone who will focus on me, my wants, my needs. I want someone who will do everything I want, simply because I want it. And finally, I want someone who is happy to be with me and happy to be themselves.
"I don't think that you are those things. Sure, you'll go out with me, if you are up to it. And you'll dress nice, if you don't think its too revealing. And you'll happily give me a blowjob and swallow as much come as I can produce, if you are in the mood. But how many times have you said no to me? How many times have I not even asked because I knew you would say no? And are you really happy with yourself, because from the amount of time that you spend complaining about things, it sure doesn't seem that way.
"I'm sorry Becky, but I need something different in my life now. I truly love you, and I think you are a great person, but the person you are is not the right person for me, right now. I'm going to stay at a friend's house for a couple of days till I can sort out a place to live. I'm sorry, Becky." With that, I left here there, crying on the couch. It made me feel like an asshole, and it was tremendously hard not to go back to her, but in some respects I felt good that I was able to do this.
I went to my buddy Jack's house, and crashed there for the night. I was at work the next day when my cell phone rang. I could see if was Becky, and I almost didn't answer, but I thought that shying away from a confrontation would be falling into my old patterns, so I answered the phone.
"Hi Becky," I said.
"Hi," she said. She sounded fairly calm.
"Listen," she continued, "I think I understand what you are doing, but I need to talk to you a little more. Will you have dinner with me one last time? I have some things I need to tell you. I promise I won't make a scene."
I wasn't sure it was a great idea, but she seemed in control of herself, and we had been together for two years before I just sprung this on her, so I felt I owed it to her. Worse came to worse, I could just walk out.
"OK," I said, "meet me at Alfredo's at 9:00." I knew she didn't like Alfredo's very much, and even though it was one of my favorites we never went, but in my new spirit of selfishness, I didn't care.
"OK," she said, "see you there." I was a little surprised that she didn't even try to get me to change the location.
At 9:00 I walked into Alfredo's. It's a fairly nice establishment, so I had dressed up a little. I saw her at the bar, and I got another surprise. She was in a fairly short black dress that was pretty low cut on top, no stockings and sandals. I don't remember her having that dress, and she did not normally dress so revealing. "Great," I thought to myself, "she's trying to tempt me to get back together with her."
"Hi," she said quietly, kissing my cheek as I approached her. "Thank you very much for agreeing to meet with me. Would you like to go in?"
"Sure," I said.
When we approached the maitre d', she asked for a booth. The booths were in the back, and fairly private. After we were seated and our drink orders were taken, we looked over the menu. When the waiter came for our food orders, I ordered an asparagus soup followed by a rib-eye steak. When he asked Becky for her order, she said, "The gentleman can order for me." I looked up at her in surprise, not sure what she was up to. I knew steak was not Becky's favorite, but I told the waiter to bring her the same thing I had ordered.
After the waiter left, I asked "OK, Becky, what's the deal? Why did you want to meet me?" She looked at the table for a long moment, seemingly gathering up the courage to tell me what she had to say.
"It's like this. I thought about what you said. I heard what you were looking for, and the person that you do not what to be. I thought all last night about our relationship and about me and about you. And I realized that you were right about how things were. And I can see why you think that I am not the person that you want to be with, given the person you want to be." She took a sip of water and I waited for her to continue.
She looked up at me, intently. "But I can be that person, I know I can. Please give me a chance. I know I can make you happy."
I sighed. I was afraid of something like this. She was going to try and have me take her back, maybe be more accommodating for a little bit, then things would go back to the way they were.
"Becky," I started, "it's not who you are. It's not who you want to be. You can't change into what you don't want to be."
She looked up at me, her eyes a little moist, but very determined. "How do you know? You weren't who you wanted to be. Maybe I wasn't who I wanted to be. You said that I was not happy with myself, and you were right, I'm not. Maybe I can be happier with who you want me to be. Please let me try. I'll make you a deal - stay with me for one month. If after that month things don't work out, I'll leave and won't bother you again. Please," she pleaded.
I sighed once again. Just then our soups came. I started eating mine, and I saw she was just playing with hers. That exasperated me. "You had me order for you, eat what I got you," I told her.
"Yes, sir," she said, and started eating.
While I was eating my soup I looked at her. It was true that I loved her. And the raw material I wanted was certainly there. But I just wasn't convinced she could do it. Then I thought, let me test her a little. Worst comes to worst, I leave her at the end of the night.
Before the waiter came to clear off our soup plates I asked Becky "Where did you get the dress?"
She responded, "I wanted to look good for you, so I went out and bought it."
"And what are you wearing under the dress?" I asked.
"A black bra and black panties," she replied.
"OK," I said, "take off the panties and put them on the table."
She looked up at me in surprise. She hesitated a moment, then reached over for her purse, presumably to go to the ladies room. "No," I said, "right here."
With resolve, she put her purse down and reached under her skirt and shimmied out of her panties. She wadded them up in a little ball and reached to hand them to me, but I said "Put them on the table near your soup bowl."
She did, and I finished up my soup and sat back, looking at her without saying anything. She looked at me, almost defiantly, as if saying, "See, I can do what you want." When the busboy came by to collect our soup bowls, he paused when he saw the panties. I said, "Clear those away as well. We don't need them anymore." He put them on his tray and walked back to the kitchen.
"You realize he's probably going to keep them, show him to his friends in the back, don't you?" hissed Becky, her face all red.
"I assume so," I replied. "Will they be wet? Will they smell good?" I asked. She dropped her eyes to the table and nodded her head jerkily.
The waiter came and put our steaks in front of us. He asked if we needed anything else, spending a little bit too long looking at Becky's lap. "No, thank you, we're fine," I said, digging into my steak. Becky did the same.
I was thinking hard. I was surprised that Becky had done what I asked, but I was still concerned that this was a one night, desperate, get-the-boyfriend back move, and she would revert back to the old Becky the next day. But she had offered me a thirty-day trial period, and I thought I don't have anyplace else to live, and really, what do I have to lose? Becky was damn good in bed when she let go, and I suspected that at least tonight she'd be letting go, so I decided to go for it.
"So, Becky, do you really think you could change to please me as I want to be pleased?"
"Oh, yes!" she responded excitedly.
"Oh, yes sir!" I corrected. "One of the things that I want is more respect."
"Yes, sir!" she responded.
I leaned back and looked at her. This could be interesting. "If we do this, it is on my terms, right?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "OK, I'll think about giving this some time. We may not last the month, but we'll see. Let see if you can abide by some ground rules. I want you to tell me if you understand them.
"First and foremost, I want you to do what I tell you. If you refuse me, no matter what the circumstances, the trial period is over and I will leave. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir," Becky replied.
"Then explain it to me," I said.
"I will never refuse you anything, sir," Becky said, looking at me intently. I really liked the way she rephrased this rule.
"Second, you have been complaining that you could not dress to please me because you were not happy with your body. You will dress to please me, and you will improve your body. Tomorrow I want you to sign up for a gym, and you will go every day. You will work hard, because if you do not, you will be punished. Tomorrow we will also go on a little shopping trip to get you nicer clothing. Do you understand this?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "I will dress to please you, and I will work out and get my body in better shape, or you will punish me. I understand and accept that, sir."
By this point, the new, more submissive Becky sitting across from me had me very turned on, and my cock was as hard as I could ever remember it being. "Becky, one thing you will not be doing very often is wearing underwear. Go to the ladies room and take off your bra. Do it in the open, not in a stall, and when you come out, hold the bra in your hand until you get back here, and then hand it to me."
Without even the slightest hesitation, Becky said, "Yes, sir," then got up and went to the ladies room. I really enjoyed watching her ass as she went, and looking around I could see that I was not the only one.
A few minutes later, Becky came out of the ladies room, followed by another woman; both of them looked slightly flushed. Becky came back to me, and you could clearly see that she was holding her bra. In addition, you could see her breasts jiggling nicely under her dress, and her nipples were clearly visible.
As she approached me, she reached out and handed me her bra, and said in a normal voice, "Here is my bra, sir." A few people at nearby tables looked up at that, but Becky just took her seat.
"What happened in there?" I asked.
"I went in, and there was another lady there, sir. But you had told me to take my bra off in the open area, so I just opened my dress there and pulled it down. The lady in there looked at me in surprise when I did that, and was even more shocked when I took my bra off. I couldn't help it sir, I asked her to help me close my dress. She asked me why I was doing it, sir, and I said that my master told me to. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds, sir."
Now I was the one to be shocked. I certainly hadn't used the 'master' word, at least not yet. She seemed to be getting into this much more than I expected. She still looked flushed. "Is all of this turning you on?" I asked her.
"Oh, sir," she said, looking into my eyes, "I am so wet that the back of my dress is going to be soaked!"
"Well," I said, "we certainly wouldn't want that. Flip your dress up so that your bare ass is on the seat."
She did so without complaint, and when I looked over I could see that her dress was up high enough in the front so that you could almost see her pussy, yet she did not seem to mind at all.
My mind was in turmoil. This night was not going at all as I expected. Was this the same Becky that I spent the last two years with? Maybe not, but then again, I didn't want to be the same person I had been for the last two years.
"I think we are up to my third point: punishment. If you don't behave as I expect, or if you do something wrong, it is my right to punish you, do you understand and agree?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. I understand that you will punish me as you see fit," she responded. Once again, her review of my terms seemed to be even more than I had said.
"OK," I said, "that is all for now. I will give you more rules as they come to me. I will take your trial deal, and see how it works."
"Oh, thank you, sir, you will not be sorry," Becky squealed, reaching over to give me a massive kiss.
"Understand, Becky," I continued after she sat back down, "that I will be pushing you. I will be enjoying myself with you. I will be using you for my pleasure. I will punish you, both when you deserve it and when I just feel like it. And one more thing, Becky: I will fuck you in your ass. Are you sure that you want to continue this?"
One thing that I had never been able to convince Becky, or any of my girlfriends to allow, was an ass-fuck. Becky always felt that her ass was a dirty place, an exit, not an entrance. Becky looked a little nervous for a second, and then whispered "My ass will be ready when you want it, sir."
My dick got even bigger, if that was possible. "Put your bra in your purse," I said, as I called the waiter over for the check. Outside, I got a cab for us and told it to go uptown to our apartment.
"Becky," I said, "seeing this new side of you has gotten me really horny. I want you to give me a blow job, and I want you to be nude when you do it."
Without a moments hesitation, and seemingly oblivious of the cab driver, she pulled the dress over her head and attacked my crotch. She ripped the zipper down and fished out my cock, no easy task considering how hard I was. She was not gentle or slow.
It appears the dinner we had just completed did nothing to quell her hunger, because she gobbled me down. The cab driver moved his mirror around so that he could see what she was doing, as Becky moved her head rapidly up and down my cock. Given my state of excitement, I knew I couldn't last long, but that was OK with me. She continued trying to shove my cock deep into her throat. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
Usually, I let her know before I came so she could decide to swallow or finish by jerking me off, but not this time. This time, I grabbed her head and held it on my cock as I squirted in her mouth without any warning.
I held her head on my cock till I was done then I let her go. She stayed by my cock, licking all around to make sure she got every drop. Then she sat back up and leaned back in the seat, still naked, and said, "I hope that pleased you sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Once again, she had shocked me. Becky was no prude, but showing her body off for the cab driver is beyond what I thought she would do. I reached over between her legs and she spread them for me. She was sopping wet, just as she had told me in the restaurant. I played between her lips for a few minutes, swiping her clit every now and again. Then I leaned back and told her to turn to the side, leaning on the door. She did what I asked, and then I told her to make herself come.
This gave her the briefest moment of pause, as this was something she had never done in front of me, but then she reached down, opened herself up, and started moving her fingers in and out of herself. She had a large, untrimmed bush. It looked quite nice, but wasn't quite what I wanted. As she continued to move her fingers in and out, deeper and deeper, her other hand playing with her clit, I told her about her day tomorrow.
"Tomorrow," I said, with the cabdriver eavesdropping, "you will wake me with a blow job. After I am done using your body, you will shower, and we will go sign you up at a gym, where I will pick out a personal trainer for you. After we finish up there, you are going to go to a salon. I want you waxed everywhere. I want you to tell the technician that is taking care of you that you will be paddled one time for each hair that I find below your neck, so she had best be very thorough. Do you understand?"
She looked at me with wide eyes, gasping as she continued to masturbate, "You mean you want me to shave all the hair off my vagina? But I'll look like a little girl!" she wailed as she came. Something else interesting, I thought. I didn't know if she was just ready to come, or it was thinking that she would be like a little girl that got her off, but it was something I would definitely follow up on.
"No," I said, "You must get rid of all the hair on your pussy. And I did not tell you to stop playing with yourself."
Becky had moved her hands away from her pussy after she came. She always made me stop playing with her after she came, saying she was too sensitive, but that was going to be another thing that changed. She was going to become multi-orgasmic whether she wanted to or not.
"Also at the salon," I continued after her fingers were once again working at her pussy (though I noticed she was staying away from her clit; I let her get away with that for now), "you will get your hair colored. I always wanted to do it with a redhead, and you are going to become that redhead."
"Anything you say, sir," she breathed. It looked like she was on the way to orgasm number two.
"After you are finished with the salon, we are going to get you some new clothes. Not too many, because I expect you to lose enough weight that you won't fit them for long, but definitely some things to please me." I went on. "And then finally, I am going to send you to a sex shop by yourself. It will be your responsibility to pick out some toys that you think would please me. Do you understand all of that?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said. "Tomorrow, I am going to wake you with a (gasp) blow job and then allow you to use my body as you see fit until you are finished with it (grunt). Then you will take me to the gym and pick a trainer out for me (sigh) Then I will get waxed, telling the waxer that I will be paddled for every hair that is left belooooow the neck (oooh). Then I'll get my hair colored red, (gasp) get some sexy new clothes (ohhhh), then go to a sex shop (gasp) and buy fun toys for you siiiiiiir!." She came on the final "sir," her fingers having long since returned to her clit. After breathing heavily for a moment or two, she asked, "Did I get it right, sir?"
"You got it perfect, Becky," I said, smiling at her.
"We're here," said the cab driver, and sure enough we were back at our apartment. I wonder how long we were standing here.
"Put your dress back on, Becky," I said, as I handed the cab driver his money, and his tip, though he probably had tip enough watching Becky. I walked inside, following Becky's gorgeous ass. This was going to be very interesting month...
Friday Night - Day 0
When we got into the apartment, Becky jumped me as soon as I had closed the door. She started kissing me deeply and hugging me tight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you master. I know I can make you happy."
I stood there for a few minutes, enjoying making out with Becky. We hadn't made out with this much passion since the very early days of our dating, and I realized that I had missed it. I knew that this was something that I would require of her every day.
Finally, I stopped her and said "Rule number four: In the house, you will wear only those items that I have pre-approved for you, and there will not be many things that I allow you to wear in the house. As of now, I haven't allowed anything."
Becky immediately pulled her dress off and reached down and took off her sandals. She stood there in front of me, her hand held behind her back, her eyes down to the, gloriously nude. Once again, I marveled at this new Becky.
"Stay there," I said, as I walked around her, admiring her from all sides. Then I sat down on the couch and told her to come over to me. When she did, I pulled her by the wrist and slung her over my knee. With no warning, I started spanking her ass. She screamed and tried to pull away, but I did not let her.
After about 15 swats, I stopped and held her there. She was crying. I asked, "Do you know why I did that?"
"No," she said around her sobs.
I spanked her again, hard. "Do you know why I did that?" I repeated.
"No," she said, louder.
I spanked her once more. "Do you know why I did that?" I again repeated.
"No, sir," she said, finally getting it.
"I spanked you for two reasons. The first is that I think you have a very sexy ass that just begs to be spanked. I quite enjoyed it, though the next time I spank you will be with a paddle." I helped her down to kneel on the floor. She looked up at me.
"Do you have anything to say to me after I spank you?" I asked her. She looked at me for a few moments, confused and unsure what to say. Then she said, "Thank you for spanking me, master?"
"That is the correct thing to say, Becky, but it brings up the second reason I spanked you. Come sit on the couch next to me." She got up and sat next to me, and I took her hand and looked in her eyes.
"Becky," I told her, "that is the third time tonight that you called me master. If you see me as your master, what does that make you?"
"A slave?" she asked.
" A slave, or my slave?" I asked her.
"Your slave," she said, firmly.
"And that is the problem," I said to her. "What I agreed with you is a thirty-day trial period. I would see if you could treat me the way I want to be treated, ff you could act the way I would want a woman with me to act. I did not agree to take you as a slave.
"I am very new to this, and I don't know anything about master/slave culture, but I know that to me it implies a commitment to care for you and be responsible for you, and is not a temporary or trivial thing. And I would expect that for you it would a commitment to put my needs and desires first and foremost in all things, something you should not enter into lightly. I am still not convinced about your commitment or real desire to do this, so we will continue the trial period.
"If after the trial period you still want to be my slave, and I want to take on the responsibility of having you as my slave, then I will mark you as mine and make you my slave truly. Until then, you will not call me master, and I will not call you slave. You will call me 'sir', as you have been doing, and I will call you Becky, or slut, or cunt, or, if I want to sell your lovely body, whore. Do you understand and accept this?"
At the beginning of my little speech, Becky had stopped crying. By the end, it looked like her eyes were tearing up again, and she looked a little scared when I mentioned selling her body. She looked at me a moment, and then she responded.
"Sir, I am sorry for presuming too much. I don't want to push you in this trial period; I just want to show you that you could not find a better slave anywhere. Last week, I loved you more than you can imagine, though I understand that I did not show it well enough. Today, I love you just as much, and I know exactly how I can show you. I will do everything that you tell me. I will do everything I can to best the best slave possible.
"I understand that you need this trial period so that I can prove myself to you, but I have to tell you, sir, that I am ready to call you master right now. I know that after thirty days I will still be ready, and I will gladly take your mark. I love you, sir, and I always will."
With that, she got down off the couch and knelt in front of me, her knees together, her head looking down to the floor and her arms held behind her back, clearly showing her willing submissiveness. I was still in shock by her willingness.
When I broke up with Becky (was that only yesterday?), I thought I would eventually find someone that I would be in a relationship with someone that would put my needs first, but one in which we would still be reasonably equal. Now Becky had twisted this upside down, and I was really starting to believe that in a month's time she would be my marked slave, not nearly my equal, and happy with that.
I let her sit there for about five minutes, while I looked at her and thought about what I was getting myself into. Then I said, "That is an excellent pose, Becky, but whenever you sit or kneel, your legs should always be open so that I can always access your cunt, or rather my cunt." She immediately spread her legs.
"Let's go to bed, Becky," I said. I reached down and took her hand and helped her up and led her to our bedroom. I had her lay down on the bed.
"I want you to reach up and hold the headboard," I told her, "and keep your legs spread. Even though you frequently complain about it, I like your body, and I want to explore it. I don't want you to let go of headboard, no matter what."
With that, I began to explore her body again. This was something she did not let me do to often, because she is ticklish, but I started with her wrists and worked my way down her arms, kissing, licking and running my fingers along every inch of her. When I got to her head, I did the same to her ears, her forehead, her cheeks and her lips.
I took a bit of time off my exploration to kiss her deeply. Her tongue was frantic in my mouth. I reveled in this for a few moments before continuing my journey. I moved down to her shoulders and nibbled along her left side. She giggled and squirmed, exclaiming, "That tickles, sir!" but she did not put her hands down, and she let me continue.
I moved up to her left breast, nibbling all around the outside of the nipple. She kept thrusting her breast towards my mouth, wanting my tongue on her nipple, but I moved slowly. Becky has nice breasts, a large B or small C. They are reasonably firm, though they are starting to sag a little as she has put on some weight. I finally gave her, and me, what she wanted and sucked her nipple in my mouth.
"Oh, sir, I'm coming!" she cried, and amazingly, she did. At least as long as I've known her, she has never come with just breast play, but I guess this wasn't just breast play.
"Did I give you permission to come, you little slut?" I asked.
"No, sir, I'm sorry," she replied.
"Well, here is rule number five," I said, smiling down at her. "Unless I tell you different, you are to come as often and as loudly as you can. The only time I will punish you is if I feel you are holding back on an orgasm. Do you understand?" When I finished explaining rule number five, I attacked her right nipple. "Yes, sir," she said, "Thank you, sir! I understand, sir. I am to come and come and come and come and come, and I am coming again, I'm coming again. I am sir, ohhhhhhhhhh!"
I was once again shocked and amazed. She never let me get her off twice in a row, and now she has gotten off three times in a half hour and showed no signs of slowing. I moved off of her breast and down to her stomach, easing off a little to let her come down from her multiple orgasms. She was sweaty and delicious, and I licked down her stomach, over her hip (she jumped at that, but I knew that was an erogenous zone for her), and down the outside of her right leg.
As I reached her ankle and started down her foot, she began squirming and said, "Sir, please, my foot is all dirty and sweaty. Please don't."
I jumped up quickly, standing near the bed beside her head, looking down at her. "Are you refusing me something?" I growled at her. "Are you telling me to stop doing something that I want to do? Are you going to end this because you think that your feet are too sweaty for me to go near?"
"No, sir," she squeaked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to try and stop you. I just didn't want you to get disgusted with me."
"Becky," I said, more calmly, "if I find something disgusting, then I will not do it. But if I want to lick your body after it has been covered in sweat and cum and piss and any other fluid you can think of, it is my choice. Do you understand?"
She looked a little shaken, but she said, "Yes sir, I understand that you will do with me what you want and you won't do the things that you don't like."
I knelt down next to her and held her head in my arms with my lips close to hers. "That's right, sweet Becky, though that doesn't mean that you won't do what you don't like, does it?" She shook her head.
I stood back up and moved down to her feet. "Now I am going to enjoy your sweaty, dirty feet, and you'd better enjoy it as well. And tomorrow, after you come home from the sex shop with a paddle, I will give you 15 swats on your ass for even thinking about denying me. I was going to make it 20, but I am very proud that this entire time you have not lowered your hands, so I will take 5 off."
She looked very pleased with herself as I went back to her ankle, and licked all around her feet. Despite what she said, she was not stinky or dirty; she was just slightly sweaty and delicious. When I took her toes in my mouth one by one, her breathing definitely went up a notch. After thoroughly cleaning her right foot, I went to work on her left. When I was done with that foot, I started making my way up leg, this time on the inside.
As I got above her knee, I was clearly able to tell what this night was doing for her. The inside of both her thighs were soaked and her pussy hair was matted down. As I spread her legs more, I could see her ass was soaked as well. It seemed to me that she was wetter than any time we had been together.
Something I should tell you about myself is that I love to eat pussy. It is one of my favorite things. If I were given the choice between spending the rest of my life without getting a blowjob and spending the rest of my life without eating pussy, I would choose to forego blowjobs. But of course, now it appeared as if I would have to give up neither.
I licked the fluids off her thighs. She was delicious. I moved up closer to her pussy, until my tongue was lightly moving over her pussy lips. I took one quick jab at her clit, and she jumped. Then I couldn't wait anymore and I dove in, trying to bury my face up her cunt. She was mewling and squirming and appeared to love every second of it. I even enjoyed my last night with her pussy hair.
After a little bit, I unplugged my tongue from deep within her cunt and started putting little licks around her clit as I put two fingers into her cunt. Normally I start with one and work my way up, but this time she was clearly ready for as much as I wanted to give her. After juicing my fingers up, I moved one down and started playing around her little asshole.
She gasped and clenched, but made no move to stop me. She even tried to loosen up a little as I got my finger squirmed into her ass up to the second knuckle. I didn't want to push her too fast, I want to build the anticipation, so I left it at that and started going to town on her clit as I moved my fingers in and out of her cunt and ass. In no time she was screaming over and over, "I'm coming again. I'm coming!"
I took my fingers out of her, but I barely let her come down at all before I had my tongue buried in her again. She was starting up the hill towards orgasm again when I decided it was finally my turn. I moved up her body, stopping very briefly to nip each tit, and I positioned my cock just inside her pussy. I looked her in the eye and said, "I never stopped loving you, you know. And now, I think, I may fall even more deeply in love with you."
Her eyes became a little teary as I sunk into her to the bottom in one slow, smooth movement. "I know," she said, "and I will never stop loving you."
I started making long, easy strokes, enjoying the feeling of her pussy around me. In the past, I had always tried to bring her off first, and as a result it somewhat dampened my enjoyment of what I was doing. Not this time. This time, while it might be nice to bring her off, I didn't care if I didn't. This fuck was for me.
I concentrated on the feeling of her pussy walls squeezing around my dick. It felt like there were constant little squeezes. And the amount of wetness that was everywhere made it feel so slippery and sensual. I looked down at her, and she was staring up at me, her mouth open, breathing heavily. Her eyes were completely glazed, her hair sweaty and lying in strands all around her face. She looked animalistic.
"My face is all wet from your pussy," I told her. "Clean me off with your tongue." In the past she has not wanted anything to do with her own pussy juices, but now she just leaned her head up and started making broad strokes on my face with her tongue, apparently even savoring the taste, pausing after every few strokes to shove her tongue in my mouth and share her taste with me.
After a few minutes (not too many, as I was so on edge from everything that we had done), I started moving in her faster. I was definitely getting closer. It looked like she was as well, but as I said, this one was for me, and so I concentrated on my own feelings as my balls started pulling up. When I squirted into her, it felt like all guts were going into her along with my cum. I held myself steady in her as I was coming, and I could feel her pussy squeezing around me as well as she squeaked in my ear. What do you know; she got off too!
Just before I collapsed, I rolled over, holding her on me as I stayed in her to pull her on top of me. I lay there for a little bit, exhausted, while she lay on me, her hair falling around my head, her eyes closed. I could feel her cunt continue to cum in little squeezes on my cock, pulling out the last of the juice that I had.
I pulled her head back by her hair so that I could look into her eyes. "Well, my little Becky, it looks like even though I was taking pleasure for myself, you might have gotten a little pleasure yourself."
She laughed weakly, which did interesting things to her cunt still wrapped around my cock. "Sir," she said, "if I give you more pleasure like that I think I will die of excessive orgasms. I have never come like that in my life."
We lay there for a while longer; until nature took its course I started shrinking out of her. "Sit up," I told her. She did, and I had her lift herself up over me.
"Look at that," I said, and we both watched our combined juices leak out of her cunt and onto my limp cock.
"Since I always want to be ready to have you suck me," I said, "it is important that my cock is kept clean. Therefore, after we fuck, it's your job to clean it off." She started to get up, presumably to get a towel, but I stopped her and said, "With your mouth, Becky."
To her credit, she did not even flinch as she bent over and started using her tongue to gently clean me off. I tend to get very sensitive after sex, but she knew that and was very careful. When she was done, she gave my cock a final kiss and said, "All clean, sir."
She started to get out of the bed, and I said, "Where do you think you are going?"
"To the bathroom to clean up," she responded.
"No," I said, "You don't get to clean up now. Come snuggle with me. You may not get out of the bed till I tell you to." She was clearly not comfortable with that, but she got into bed and I spooned her from behind, holding one of her tits in my hand, as we drifted off to sleep, both of us sweaty and smelly.
Chapter 1
Saturday - Day 1
I woke slowly to a wonderful sensation from my crotch. I looked over at the clock and it was 8:30am. I looked down at my cock, and there was a beautiful woman stuck to the end of it. The room smelled like I imagine a not very well run bordello would, of raw dirty sex.
Becky pulled her head of my cock with a pop, smiled up at me and said, "Good Morning. I'm your wake-up slut. It's 8:30 in the morning, the weather is beautiful, and my body is yours to do with as you'd like." She put her mouth over the head of my cock again before popping off quickly and adding, "Sir."
Then she slowly dropped her head back down the length of my cock. I lay back and enjoyed the lovely blowjob that I was getting. She was doing a fabulous job, licking up the sides, tickling my balls with her tongue and providing expert suction to my shaft. Given last night's activities, I wasn't in danger of cumming too quickly, so I just enjoyed.
However, it was also time for another object lesson. "Becky," I said, "I would like to enjoy you as well. Swing yourself up here into a 69." Becky looked up, clearly not happy with this. I had not allowed her to clean up last night, and she was quite messy then. I imagine she felt very dirty today. But I was going to teach her that no matter how she felt about her body, she should make it available to me.
To her credit, Becky did not hesitate much. She swung her legs around over my shoulders. She kept herself on her hands and knees, with her crotch well over and away from my face. I surveyed her for a minute or two as Becky continued concentrating on my cock. She was a mess. There was dried pussy juices all over her thighs, her pussy hair was matted down and a little crusty, and our mixed cum was flecked around her pussy lips.
Her actual cunt, however, was mostly cleaned off by the fresh juices that seemed to be pouring out of her. I never imagined she would be able to produce that much sweet fluid.
"We're going to have a little contest know Becky," I said. She pulled herself off my cock and looked down between her legs toward my face. "I am going to eat you now, and you are going to eat me. If you make me come before you do, there will be consequences. However, if you can make me come within one minute of your coming, I'll provide a treat for you during the day. Ready?" She nodded. "The let's begin," I said.
I pulled her crotch down to my face. She resisted a little, but one light slap on her sexy ass and she stopped fighting me. I started swabbing her pussy lips with my tongue. It was a little rancid at first, but I was willing to put up with it for this lesson. Very quickly all I could taste were her fresh, succulent juices.
While I was working on her, she went back to pleasuring me. She was doing an excellent job of keeping me close to the edge without going over. I, on the other hand, had no such concern and was attacking her pussy and her clit liberally with my tongue. I dipped my fingers in her pussy, and played around with the outside of her asshole.
Once again, she seemed to be getting close to coming. Her coordination on my cock was going and she was breathing harder and harder. She was reduced to just sucking on the sides of my cock with her lips. Just as it felt like she was going over the edge, I shoved a finger into her ass and she threw her head back and screamed. More liquid leaked out of her red pussy and her ass clenched and unclenched around my finger.
Just a few seconds later she came down part way from her orgasm and attacked my cock. She swallowed most of it, and I felt the head of my dick pressing against her throat. She was moving her tongue around my cock in her mouth and she was tickling my balls with her fingernails. She had kept me close enough to the edge that within seconds I was coming. She sucked all my juice into her mouth and she continued laving my cock until I became too sensitive and made her stop.
She put her head down on my thigh and said, "Sir, I was too caught up in your cock to pay attention to time. Did I win my treat?"
"You certainly did, my horny little slut, and I'll be sure to give you a treat later today." I still had my finger in her ass, and when I called her a horny slut, her ass clenched. Something else I would have to follow up on later.
After basking in my morning cum, I pulled my finger out of her ass, slapped her ass and said, "Time for our morning ablutions. Let's go pee and shower."
"Who goes first?" she asked.
"We'll go together," I said.
We went into the bathroom, and I said, "You pee first, but spread your legs because I want to see." I'd never actually see a girl peeing, and I wanted to. She sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide and a large blush on her face and chest. It took her a moment or two to get over the shyness and start peeing. I heard it hissing in the bowl, and saw a little, but not really enough. I'd just have to get her to do it more exposed later.
When she was done, she looked up at me and said, "Can I wipe now?"
"Don't bother, yet," I said, "and keep your legs open. I need to go as well, and I don't want to bother you to get up from the toilet." With that, I moved in front of her and aimed by dick between her legs. She looked completely surprised and almost ready to bolt, but she didn't. She sat there while I started to piss. My first stream was actually pretty accurate, going right between her legs into the bowl, but I soon corrected that, and moved the stream up so that I was pissing right onto her pussy. She looked at my cock, the steam of urine, her now soaking pussy, and then up to me, with an undecipherable look on her face. At least it wasn't disgust, and I got to fulfill another fantasy.
As I was getting to the end, I moved closer so as not to make a mess of the floor. As the stream petered out, I moved it up a little so the last drops went on her lower stomach. I then shook off the excess, spraying her tits and face a little. As I stood there with just a little left on the tip, I was about to tell her to clean me off when she darted her head forward and swiped the end of my cock with her tongue before wrapping her mouth around my cock to finish cleaning it off
When she was done, she looked up at me with a mischievous look on her face and said, "You did say that I should clean you off every time it gets dirty."
Just when I think she has reached the limits of amazing me, she does something like this. I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her head and gave her a deep kiss. It was very nice, but reminded me that we didn't brush our teeth yet.
"You go brush your teeth while I start the shower, and then I'll brush mine," I told her. We both brushed our teeth, and then got into the shower. It was fun washing her while taking liberties with her, which she thoroughly enjoyed. In addition to the usual spots, I soaped up a finger and made sure to clean out her asshole a little bit, more to get her used to it then for cleaning purposes.
When we were done, I had her make sure that my cock was free of soap by testing with her mouth, and then I did the same for her nipples and pussy. I think she was quite surprised when I had her bend over and I performed the same check on her asshole, but the only comment she made was a satisfied "Ohhhh."
When we were finished with the shower, I had her lie on the bed while I went and got a big cardboard box. I then told her, "For the next thirty days, the only thing separating your pussy with the outside air will be a bikini bottom if we go swimming or some workout shorts for the gym. So what I want you to do now is get all your pants and all your panties and put them in this box. At the end of the month you can have them back or give them to charity, depending on what happens."
She went to her drawers and did what I told her. After she was done, I asked her to get out her skirts. She did so, and I saw one skirt that I really liked. It was a white leather mini-skirt that I don't remember ever seeing her in it. I had her try it on, and it covered her to just below her pussy. She looked so sexy standing there in just the skirt and no top that I told her, "Until we find you more stuff, the outfit that you are wearing is your new official uniform for when you are at home."
I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and told Becky to get herself dressed for her errands and come to the living room when she was done. I went to the living room and grabbed my video camera. I set up the camera hooked to my computer and motion sensor. I placed the camera in a location from which it had a view of the kitchen, living room and front door.
When Becky came down, she was wearing a short, flowery skirt and a tight white tee shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and I assume she was not wearing any panties, since she no longer had any. I pointed out the video camera and said, "I always wondered what you did when you were home and I was not, and I now I will find out, even more so now since you will be nearly naked all of the time."
She definitely did not seem comfortable with being naked on video, but I was absolutely going to be getting a lot of video and pictures of her doing a lot worse than walking around naked, so I wasn't going to let her back out of this.
"Should I take gym clothes?" she asked.
"Not today. You won't do a full workout, so you shouldn't need it," I responded. "Let's go."
We went out to a gym that was close to our apartment. The woman at the counter asked if she could help us and I said, "Yes, I'd like to sign Becky up and get her a personal trainer." She called someone over who introduced herself as Veronica. Veronica was dressed in a gym logo tee shirt, and had an amazing set of tits. They had to be 40-DD at least. She seemed to have made use of the gym herself, because she was in fairly good shape. She had reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. She started us through the paperwork, and I asked to meet with the personal trainers they had on staff, explaining that I wanted a woman to work with Becky.
Veronica told me that there were three available here today, and she brought them over. The first was a black woman, tall and lean, whose name was Jane. The second was a white woman, Mickey, with black hair, a little shorter than Jane. The third woman was about as tall as Jane. She had short hair, colored blonde in a very tight pixie cut. She had a slight Russian accent and her name was Nelly.
When they were all together, I explained what I wanted. "I am looking for a personal trainer for Becky. She will be coming in every day, and I want you to meet with her at least twice a week."
Jane looked over at Becky, who had been sitting quietly, and asked, "Becky, what are your goals?"
Becky looked at me, and I shook my head at her. I told Jane, "I am the one hiring the personal trainer. I will be setting the goals and I will be getting status reports. I am the client, not Becky. Becky is simply the one that you will be working with."
Becky looked embarrassed. Veronica looked amused, Jane looked upset, Mickey looked indignant, and Nelly looked intrigued. "Veronica," I said, "I think we will start with Nelly and see how that works out."
"Very well," she said, and Jane and Mickey left us.
"What are your goals for Becky?" Nelly asked me.
I smiled at her and said, "Becky has let herself go. She is starting to gain weight and lose definition, and I want her back to what she looked like 5 years ago.
"In addition, some of her new activities will require significant aerobic activity and a certain degree of limberness," I said, with a wicked smile at Becky, who flushed even more. "She needs to build stamina and flexibility."
"I think I can definitely help her, if she is willing to put the effort in," said Nelly.
"Oh, she will put the effort in. I would like you to send her back to me with a status report after every session. If you feel that she is not working to her full potential, let me know and we can address that at home," I said ominously. "I am sure that I can correct bad behaviors without any problems.
"In fact," I continued, "if she is not behaving herself here, the occasional swat on her behind should motivate her appropriately. Now can you show us around the facility?"
We all stood up, Becky blushing furiously. As she got up, I noticed something about her, so I walked over and whispered in her ear, "I may have to let you wear panties when you are with me just to keep you from ruining too many of your clothes."
With a gasp, Becky put her hands behind her so that she could feel the wet spot where she had leaked onto her skirt. If possible, she turned even redder.
Veronica and Nelly led us out to the main floor. They showed us the free weight section and the classrooms and described some of the classes that she thought might be good for Becky to take. She then led us to the machine room. "Since Becky has not worked out seriously before," Nelly told me, "I think I will start her on some of these machines for weight training as well as the treadmills and bicycles."
"Why don't you put Becky through a few of the machines now, to show her what it will be like?" I asked Nelly.
"She is not really dressed appropriately. With a skirt... ," Nelly started.
"Don't worry about that, just get her into some sample positions," I broke in.
"OK," Nelly said with a smirk. Becky looked like she might make a run for the door. Nelly first put Becky on a machine where she lay face down and hooked her legs under a cushion. She had to lift her legs to lift the weight. The skirt came perilously close to her ass, but nothing inappropriate showed. Veronica and I stood behind her, and Veronica seemed to admire the view as much as I did.
The next machine was situated in front of a mirror. Becky had to sit in a chair and push weight up from her shoulders. Nelly made sure that Becky had correct form, which meant legs far apart and shoulders back and upright. All four of us could see Becky clearly in the mirror, with her chest pushed out, nipples standing at attention, and her pussy clearly visible under her skirt. Nelly made Becky do four repetitions before she could get up.
"Just one more machine to show you today," Nelly said. If Becky thought she would be getting a reprieve, she was wrong. This machine was once again in front of a mirror. On this machine, Becky's knees went on the outside of two cushions, and the goal was to spread her knees as far as she could then squeeze them together.
On the first repetition of this exercise, Becky was so embarrassed that she could not even look at herself in the mirror. She not only showed the hair of her pussy, but her pussy opened completely, showing us all a very wet, very pink, very excited cunt. Nelly made her do ten repetitions before stopping.
"Why don't I show Becky the dressing room?" Nelly asked me.
"Fine," I said.
As Nelly and Becky went into the changing area, I noticed one of the other trainers we had talked to, Mickey, followed her. Veronica asked me, "Is there anything that she won't do for you?"
"I haven't found anything yet, why?" I responded.
"Would you ever consider lending her out?" she asked. "I have to admit that she makes me completely hot."
"Not right now, but give me a few weeks and I might be interested in sharing," I replied.
"Would I have to follow the same rules she does?" Veronica asked.
"Would that be a problem?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
Veronica looked at me and shuddered a little bit, but our conversation cut off as Becky and Nelly came out of the changing area.
"All set?" I asked.
Becky nodded, and I told Nelly, "She'll be in each day at about 2:30pm, starting tomorrow. Is that OK with you?"
"That's fine," said Nelly. "I'm not normally here on Sunday's, but I'll make an exception and come in tomorrow. I look forward to working with you, Becky."
"And I look forward to following up on this conversation at a later date," Veronica said to me. "Thank you for signing Becky up."
As we were walking out, I asked Becky, "What happened in the changing room?"
"Mostly Nelly was just showing my around," Becky answered, "But that other trainer, Mickey, came in and kept asking me if I was alright, if you were doing anything bad to me, if I needed help. I just told her I was fine and to leave me alone, but I am not sure if she is convinced."
"And are you fine?" I asked, looking carefully at her. "How do you feel about what has happened this morning?"
Becky looked back at me, a considered expression on her face. "What you did to me in there was utterly embarrassing and humiliating. You treated me like a piece of property in front of all those people. They know that you could do anything to me. You exposed me to them. They saw my pussy! And sir, if a strong wind came by right now and blew over my clit, I would come like crazy!"
We were walking down the hallway to the entrance, and at the moment it was deserted. I grabbed Becky and shoved her to the wall. I jammed a finger up her overheated cunt and put another on her clit. At the same time my other hand went under her tee shirt and grabbed a nipple, while I locked my mouth on hers. Becky's eyes got wide in surprise and alarm for a moment, and then she felt my hands on her. Saying she came would be an understatement. She exploded. She melted. Or at least it felt like she was melting, given all the liquid that was pouring over my hand. After about 30 seconds, she sagged against me and whispered, "Oh, sir."
I straightened Becky up. My hand was soaked when I pulled it out from her skirt, and I held it up to her face. Becky looked at me for a moment and then started sucking on each of my fingers. "Leave some for me," I said, and I sucked the juices of the remaining fingers.
"You did so well in there," I said, "that I am going to take 5 more off your total, so you will only get 10 with the paddle tonight."
"Thank you, sir," Becky said.
As we turned towards the door, I saw that Veronica had followed us out and was watching from the end of the hallway, her hand in her pants. She saw me and she flushed, pulling her hand from her pants. I winked at her, and Becky and I left the gym.
"Sir, what did Veronica mean when she said she would follow up on the conversation later?" Becky asked.
"Oh, she had just asked if she could borrow you for a bit," I responded.
"What! Borrow me! How could she borrow me?" Becky exclaimed.
"You know," I said, "I give you to her for a day and tell you to do whatever she wants," I replied.
"You would do that?" she asked.
"If I did, would you listen to me, and do what she wanted?" I countered.
She was silent for while as we walked along. "I'm not sure, sir. I want to please you, but I don't know what I would do if the situation arose. I'd want to, for you, but I don't know if I could."
She looked at me, worried. I smiled at her. "That was very honest of you, Becky. I told her no, she could not have you." Becky sighed with relief.
"Of course, I also told her that in a few weeks I might share you with her, so you never know." She looked at me in shock, but after a moment smiled and held onto my arm.
"Its getting a little late in the day, and you still have a lot to do," I told Becky. "I think we are going to save most of the clothes shopping for tomorrow. What I want you to do today is buy one outfit for tonight, something that will please me. Do you remember your other errands for today?"
"Yes, sir. I need to go to the salon for my hair, top and bottom," Becky said with a smirk. "Then I need to buy some toys that you'd like. And of course, I need to get that dress."
"That's fine. I am going to go home for a little nap, and then I have to go into the office for a little while. I want you to take care of all your errands, and then we'll have dinner at Max's. Meet me in the bar at Max's at 7:00 to show me your new look."
"All of my new look, sir?" Becky asked me with a grin.
"You will definitely be showing me your entire new look in the restaurant, you cheeky little slut," I replied, grinning back at her. "You can drop your other packages off at the house before you get ready for dinner. I'm very proud of you. You are doing so well."
"Thank you, sir. I love you so much," Becky told me. Then, with a quick she was off on her errands.
I walked into the bar at Max's just after 7:00. I looked around, and didn't see Becky at first. Then she turned around, and I got a good look at her new hairstyle. Becky was sitting on a bar stool, and she was wearing a green wraparound dress that was very short. It was tied in such a way that her cleavage was quite evident, though her breasts were not in apparent danger of falling out. She had gotten the hair just right. It was nearly exactly the color red/orange that I loved, not obviously fake, nor too brown. She'd done good.
Her makeup looked better than I'd seen in a while, and from across the room it looked like she'd gotten her finger and toe nails polished as well. As I walked up to her, she uncrossed her legs, and then, to my surprise, opened them enough so that as I approached I could see right up her dress. The light wasn't great, but it sure looked to me like she had followed my orders to a tee.
When I got to her she remained on the bar stool, but she grabbed me in her arms and pulled me in for a big kiss. She then hugged me, putting her mouth by my ear and said, "Oh, sir, I feel like a new woman. Thank you."
"Let's go get seated," I said. It was early, so there wasn't much of a crowd in the bar, but as Becky gathered her stuff and settled her bar tab, I noticed that a large percentage of the men, and not a few women, were either looking at Becky lustfully or at me enviously.
It really made me think. Had Becky walked into this bar a few days ago she would have turned a few heads, but not attracted this much attention. A new haircut and makeup, a new sexy dress, and most importantly a new more open attitude, and all of a sudden it's like she's a goddess. Isn't life funny?
Becky, oblivious to my chain of thought, got up and said, "Ready?" her eyes sparkling happily. I was, so we went to the restaurant and were seated. We got a small, circular booth, and I seated Becky across from me so that I could look at her.
We placed our drink orders and I picked up the menu. I noticed that Becky had not picked up hers. I looked over at her and asked, "Are you not hungry?"
"Famished," she said.
"Do you know what you want?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"Then shouldn't you be looking at the menu?" I inquired.
"That's not necessary," she said. "You just pick out anything you want for me, and I will eat it."
Boy was I dense. We had done this dance just last night (just last night!) If that was what she wanted, I was fine with that, although I hope she wasn't expecting me to make all her decisions, just the ones I cared about.
I looked at the menu and decided that as I planned to do with Becky, I wanted to try a little of everything. When the waiter came over, I asked that instead of main dishes, I'd like a sampling of appetizers and, if the chef could put together a sampler of main dishes as well, that would be great. He told me he would see what he could do, and off he went.
I looked across the table at Becky. I loved her new look, but there was something else I couldn't put my finger on. Then I got it. She looked happy. As I have mentioned before, Becky was not usually a happy person. She was always upset at something. Now, she simply seemed happy. I pointed this out to her.
"How do you feel, Becky?" I asked, "How do you really feel?"
"I feel so good; I feel so free," she replied. "I don't know why. When I was sitting at the salon, I thought about it a long time. I know I said I wanted to make you happy, and I was doing this for you. But the things that you have done to me, the things that you have put me through already, should have made me furious. Or at the very least, they should have made me feel cheap and used and taken advantage of.
"But they didn't. I feel happy, I feel content, I feel taken care of. You told me you would use me for your pleasure, but since you tried to break up with me, you have had exactly three orgasms while I have had so many that I lost count; certainly more than ten. Do you realize that in less than one day I have had more than ten orgasms?
"And not just ten plain orgasms. Each of them has been better than anything I have had before. How can you be doing that to me? How can you make me feel so good? But you know what? I don't care. How can I be cheap, used, taken advantage of, when I am getting so much out of this?
"And I'll tell you something else. When I am serving you, when I am following your orders, even when I am exposing myself to strange women at your command, I feel good about it. Last night, you told me that I couldn't change into what I didn't want to be, and I said that maybe I wasn't who I wanted be. I was saying that for you, but I realize I was telling an absolute truth. I am not sure who I want to be, but I know that I am happier with who I was last night, who I am today, than I have been for a long time. I don't know if what we are doing will satisfy me forever, but I can tell you for damn certain that I have never been more satisfied in my life!"
And with that she sat back, looking satisfied indeed, and then, as if remembering, looked down at the table and added "Sir."
I reached across the table and table and took Becky's hand. "That is wonderful to hear," I said, kissing her hand. "The only thing that could please me more than having you as a slave is having you as a willing, happy slave. When I tried to break up with you the other day, I thought that even though I truly loved you, I would have to move on to someone who could better satisfy my needs. But having spent a single day with the new Becky, I can't think of anyone that could satisfy my needs more."
I let go of her hand and I leaned back. "That being said, however, this is still a trial period, and I have to warn you that I will be pushing you harder this month that I ever will again. I need to be convinced you are doing, and enjoying, what you say you are; that this won't be a dream that slips away after a few days."
Becky looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "Sir, you can test me as much as you want. Push away. I thought about this a lot this afternoon, and I can't imagine anything I won't do for you. The pleasure you give me, the love I feel for you, is worth anything."
"Veronica?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Becky laughed loudly. "Sir, if it would make you happy I would go down on Victoria on top of a table in the middle of this restaurant during the dinner hour."
Now it was my turn to smile, albeit in stunned amazement. "That would certainly be something to see, but I think a slightly more private setting would be appropriate. However, speaking of displays of wanton and lustful behavior, slide over near me and show me the rest of your haircut."
Becky grinned and slid over. In the process, she hiked up her dress so that it was at her waist. She sat in the booth, facing me so that the table did not block my view, and she spread her legs. Her pussy was absolutely smooth. I could see her clit peaking out, and her fluids glistening on her lips.
"Are you going to mess up this dress like you did your skirt this morning?" I asked.
"Most likely," she replied, grinning back at me.
"Then you just sit there and leave your dress like that for the rest of the meal," I instructed her.
"Yes, sir!" she retorted, and leaned over and kissed me, letting me taste her lipstick, her tongue, and some of her tonsils.
"Now are you ready to tell me about the remainder of your day?" I asked.
"Oh yes sir, I certainly am" she replied.
"Go right ahead then," I told her.
"Well, as you recall, sir, I had to go to the salon, to buy a dress, and to the sex shop. I decided to go to get the dress first. I went to a nice store that I like, but usually don't buy clothes in because they are too young, too sexy.
"A young saleswoman came up to me and asked if I needed help, so I decided what the hell and told her I was not sure what to get, that I tended to dress conservatively, but I needed something that would make my boyfriend have a heart attack. I didn't call you master yet, but when I can, I will! I also told her that I would not be wearing any underwear with it.
"She got real flirty and she picked out a whole bunch of items. When it was time for me to try them on, she asked if I needed help, but I told her no. She reminded me that since I was not going to wear it with underwear for you, I should take off my underwear now so that I could judge the look. Oh, sir, you should have seen her face when I told her I didn't have any underwear anymore.
"I tried on a couple of the dresses, and she insisted that I come out after each one to get her opinion. On one dress, I came out with the back completely undone, right down to my ass, and asked her to help me do it up. In another, I leaned over in front of her and asked if she could see my boobs. She said, 'Oh yes, and they are lovely'."
Becky giggled. "Was I awful?"
I smiled broadly at her. "Remember last weekend, you were trying on some clothes at home, trying to find something you like to wear out? You kept complaining about how you hated your body. Your actions with that saleswoman don't seem to be the actions of someone that hates their body, does it?"
Becky smiled shyly back at me. "I guess not. Oh, no! It must have been awful to hear me complaining all the time. I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"
"Well," I said, "you are making a good start. To continue, though, why don't you retie that dress a little looser, so that more of your cleavage is visible?"
Becky smiled evilly and untied the string on the side of her dress. She then pulled the dress open, exposing her tit to me, as well as to the waiter who had just arrived with our food.
"Oops," she said. "I guess that was a little too far. Sorry," she retied her dress, this time with her tits in definite danger of falling out.
After the waiter left, which it seemed he was very reluctant to do, Becky leaned far over to me and whispered, "Will you feed my some of the appetizers?" Of course, I could see completely down her dress when she did leaned over, and a glance down showed her bald beaver, still on display.
"Sit back in your seat, you brazen hussy," I ordered her, though my voice had difficulty getting out, and my cock complained that I was insane. "Tell me about the rest of your day."
"Well, after I picked out this dress, I paid for it, and the nice saleslady gave me her card. She wrote her home phone on the back of it, and told me to call anytime I needed anything at all. Maybe I should call her and tell her she can have her way with me if she lets you fuck her in her ass first?"
I realized that I was going to have a very difficult time making it through dinner. This woman was driving me insane. After the last pronouncement, she had picked up a celery stalk from our appetizers and was giving it a very effective blowjob. I half expected to see it come, and I suspected some of the people at the neighboring tables thought so too.
"Stop that, you little slut, and get back to telling my about your day," I told her.
"Sorry, sir," she said, not appearing to be very sorry. "After I left the dress shop, I decided to go to the sex shop first, rather than after I was all made up. Plus, waxing is always painful, and I wanted to put it off as long as possible. So I went to the sex shop. I have never really been in one, and I didn't know what to expect, but the one I was in seemed to have a fairly large selection.
"The guy behind the counter was a little skeevy looking, so I didn't play any games with him, but I did look around a lot. If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to skip describing what I got so that I can surprise you when we get home."
"That's OK with me," I said, "But can you at least tell me if you purchased a paddle?"
"Yes, sir. I know I have discipline with a paddle coming, so I bought a few so that you can pick out the one you feel serves the purpose best."
"That's good, Becky," I said. "What happened when you went to the salon?"
"Well, I went in and arranged for a waxing, a manicure, a pedicure and haircut with coloring. I did the waxing first. I went in and the woman asked me what I wanted. There were a few other workers around, but I said what you told me to. I said, 'I need everything gone below my neck. You need to be sure to do a good job, because I will get one hit with a paddle on my ass for every hair that is left.'
"Needless to say, that got a reaction. The woman doing me looked shocked, but one of the other workers said, 'You should leave some hairs, as long as she lets me watch when she is paddled!'
The waxer hustled me in and started her job. During the process, she whispered to me, 'Were you serious?' I told her that I was, so please be very careful. She actually did look very carefully for hair, even between my legs. It was quite funny, when it wasn't painful. If you think spanking me hurts, you should see what waxing does!"
"So you are recommending that when you need to be punished, I should use hot wax. Mmmmm, that's a thought," I said.
Becky looked horrified. "No that's not what I meant. Oh well, I guess if you want to use hot wax, I'll put up with it.
"After the waxing, the manicure and pedicure and haircut went normally. I hope the color is right. I tried to think about what you seemed to like in the past, but I wasn't sure. If this isn't right, I'll go get it fixed."
"Actually," I said, "it is close to perfect! I didn't realize that you knew what I liked so well, but I appear to be learning! So, it sounds like you enjoyed your day for the most part?"
"Sir," Becky said, "I enjoyed my day completely. Even the parts I shouldn't have liked, like getting my hair pulled out by the roots and having my pussy shown to strangers made me excited, knowing I was doing it for your pleasure. I can't believe that I felt that way, but I did."
"And tomorrow, we go shopping for more clothes," I said. "Do you know if your friend will be in the store that you visited today?"
"I don't know, sir, but I have her home number, and I can call and ask if you'd like."
"Not a bad idea, love. Why don't you do that now?" I asked her.
Becky got out her cell phone and the business card and placed a call. She listened for a minute and said, "It's a machine." I told her to leave a message, and tell the woman that she would be in tomorrow at about 12:00. She did so, and put away her phone.
"And are you looking forward to your workout tomorrow?" I asked. "Do you think I should send you in workout clothes, or in a skirt?"
"Oh please, sir," Becky replied, wide-eyed, "not a skirt! Can you imagine what it would be like with my pussy looking like this?"
"Can you?" I retorted, reaching down and swiping my finger in her extremely wet pussy. Becky jumped, and I put my finger in my mouth and sucked her juice off. "I do believe that you forgot that you were that exposed."
"Oh my god, I did," Becky exclaimed. "I can't believe that I forgot that I was sitting in a restaurant with my pussy on display!"
Getting back to the subject at hand, I asked Becky, "What are you going to do if Nelly or Veronica comes in to watch you change?"
"I guess I'll just go there dressed in my gym clothes," Becky responded.
"No you won't," I said. "You will go there in a skirt and blouse with no underwear. You will go into the changing room, take off all of your clothes, put them neatly in the locker, and then put on your gym clothes. If one of them tries to touch you, however, you may tell them that they have to ask me for permission before they do."
Becky was breathing heavily, clearly excited. "Sir," she said, "would it be OK if we go home soon? I really need you."
"So eager for your paddling, I see"
Becky put her hand to her mouth, having forgotten that detail. Nonetheless, I got the check and had Becky fix her dress and we went home.
When we got home, Becky asked, "Sir, would you mind waiting here while I get the bedroom ready for you?"
"That's fine," I answered.
"Thank you, sir. I'll call you when I am have finished preparing everything for you," Becky told me.
I relaxed for a few minutes, got a drink of water and took the opportunity to think again. Here it was, the end of day one of our thirty-day trial. I had gone into this assuming that Becky would be a little nicer and more thoughtful to me for a while, but she would slowly revert back to being the same high maintenance woman that she had always been.
Well, she was certainly nicer to me; that was a fact. But not just a little. And she was certainly thinking of me, how much I'd find out in a few minutes when I saw the results of her shopping excursion. And if my mind was not playing tricks on me, she had opened the discussion of giving herself to another woman if said woman would allow me to fuck her ass. Somehow, I didn't think a slow reversion to the old Becky was in the cards; if it were slow, it would take a hundred years, because the difference between old Becky and new Becky was not small.
Then I thought about the future. How would this change our lives? I don't think it would change our professional lives much, but we had a number of friends as a couple. We had been living together for two years, so even our personal friends knew both of us. How would we act around them? What would Becky want to be around them?
And I realized that I really cared about that. Despite my wanting to our relationship to be about me, I truly cared what Becky wanted as well. I wanted to push Becky, in some respects I wanted to embarrass her, but only safely. I wasn't sure how to make Becky feel safe and comfortable around our friends, while still maintaining our current relationship. Especially if we lasted the month (something I was beginning to desire more and more) and I marked her as my slave.
Becky called me into the bedroom then, and I just said to myself, "Things have gone completely differently than I ever thought they would. I'll just play it by ear and see what develops; that seems to be working for me so far!"
I walked into the bedroom, and stopped just inside the door. On the floor at the foot of the bed was Becky. She was naked, on her knees. Her legs we spread as we had discussed, and her newly smooth pussy was on display. Her hands were on the floor behind her and her back was arched, presenting her breasts to me. Her head was bowed, looking at the floor by my feet. Behind her, on the bed, was a truly impressive set of toys.
"Sir," Becky said, oddly formally "I have purchased the items on the bed for your pleasure and use. Please feel free to use them, and me, in any way you want. Everything in this room, including me, is here exclusively for you pleasure."
I walked around her to the bed to take a look at what was there. The holidays had certainly come early for me. She had laid everything out artistically. There were a number of items there that I expected to see. As promised, there were a number of paddles. There were also some leather cuffs and handcuffs, a dog collar and a nicer collar, both with leashes and a few blindfolds. There was a set of dildos and butt-plugs called an 'Anal Training Kit', as well as a few other vibrators, including one with a wireless remote control.
But there were some things there that surprised me as well. She had bought some porn, both along slave/spanking lines as well as some anal titles. And then there were the S/M items. There were some leatherwear items that had a lot of straps and rings. There were ball gags. There were nipple clips, a flogger, a crop and a whip!
"Becky," I asked when my head stopped spinning, "were all these things bought with me exclusively in mind, or were some for you?"
"Well, sir," she said, "you've already surprised me with your desires, and I wanted to make sure that you had everything you might want to use."
"And you are OK with me using any of these on you?" I asked.
"I think so, sir," she responded.
"So if I wanted to handcuff you, attach the nipple clips, and whip your tits with the crop, you would be OK with that?" I asked.
"I want to make you happy, sir. It might not be my favorite thing, but I would try and endure to please you." she replied. My head was spinning again.
"OK, Becky," I told her, "While you understand that I want to be in charge in this relationship, there will be many times where I want to know what you want. What I want you to do now is to go over and pick out three items on the bed that are your favorites. And I want you to be completely honest."
Becky looked up at me, and then she stood up and looked over the bed. She stood there for a moment, looking over the choices. Then she reached out and made her selection. She separated out a collar and leash, the leather cuffs and the nipple clips! She presented them to me.
"Becky," I said, "part of serving me is serving me with your mind as well as your body. I need you to be completely open and honest with me. Tell me why you chose those items."
Her face flushed and her head bowed. In a quite voice, she said, she said, "I chose the cuffs so that I could be completely in your control. I chose the collar so that I would feel like I was your pet. And when you spanked me, it hurt, but it made me feel so good. You made me cum by playing with my nipples. I wanted to see what it would be like when you clamped these clips on my nipples. I wanted to know if it would hurt, feel good, or both."
If she didn't stop making my head spin, I would probably pass out. Or maybe it was that there was no blood left in my head, it having all migrated south. I told Becky to turn around, and I placed the cuffs on her wrists, connecting them together behind her back. I then lifted her hair and put the collar on her neck, kissing her neck first.
Before I closed the collar, I said to her, "Becky, this collar is not yours. This is a temporary toy. At the end of the month, if we both have enjoyed ourselves and want to continue, I will get you a different collar, your collar. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and there were tears in her eyes. I kissed her deeply. She could not wrap her arms around me, and in a way, that felt very good, as if I was the one wrapping her in my protection.
"Now," I said when I was done with the kiss, "back to business. Since your arms seem to be unavailable, I'd better clear the bed." I took most of the items off the bed, leaving some in easy reach. One item that I left on the bed was a wicked looking paddle.
"Before you get the punishment that is coming to you, there is one more thing we have to do," I said, and taking her leash, I led her to the living room. I went to the video camera and rewound it. "You were home by yourself today," I said. "Now we'll see how well you obey instructions when you are alone." Her eyes got big.
I put on the TV, and fast-forwarded through us leaving in the morning, and then watched as Becky walked in the door. She seemed to be quite excited as she walked through the living room and went to the bedroom.
"Well, that's two more for not taking your clothes off at the door," I told her. Then we saw her come back out and go to the kitchen and get a drink. She was still dressed. "And three more for remaining dressed in the apartment." In a little while she came back out in her evening clothes and left the apartment.
"Becky, Becky, Becky," I said, "What was the fourth rule?"
"I am not allowed to wear any clothes in the house except those you approve," she said.
"And what clothes have I approved?" I asked.
"My white leather mini," she replied.
"And did I approve the clothes that you were wearing in the video?" I asked.
"No, sir," she responded.
"And what is going to happen as a result?" I asked.
"Five more with the paddle," she said.
"Do you deserve them?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir. I forgot a rule, and deserve to be punished. Please punish me so that I will remember next time," Becky pleaded.
I reset the video recorder, and I led Becky to the bedroom. I unclipped Becky's hands and had her lie down on the bed, and then I re-clipped her hands above her head.
"Time to see how a good a job your waxer did," I told Becky, and I began to re- explore her body, this time with only my fingertips and my eyes. I checked under her arms, over her nipples (not expecting any, but hey, I'm allowed my fun!), and down her legs. I saved her beautiful, bald pussy for last. Finally, I looked all around her pussy, spreading her lips. I couldn't help it, and took a swipe with my tongue.
Then I had Becky turn over onto her knees, her ass in the air, her hands bound above her head. I inspected her ass and around her asshole as well, taking a swipe of that with my tongue as well. I asked Becky, "How many do you get?"
"Fifteen with the paddle, sir," she responded.
"That is correct, Becky, though we will add six more for the hairs I discovered, though those should really go to your waxer. Oh well, your sexy ass is here, and hers is not," I said. "Another job of yours will be to remember your punishments. Also, if you feel you've done something to incur a punishment when I am not around, it is your responsibility to tell me, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, "I will track my punishments, and I will tell you whenever I feel I deserve to be punished."
With that, I got undressed, picked up the paddle, took a test swing in the air, then laid the first one on her right ass cheek with a loud crack. Becky screamed and jumped, but settled back down quickly and said, "Thank you, sir."
I put another one on her left ass cheek with the same results. After the first six, her ass was beginning to glow a bright red. By the tenth, she was sobbing, but still saying thank you after each. I continued alternating cheeks till the last one, which I placed squarely between her cheeks, also getting her thighs.
After I was done Becky said, "Thank you, sir, for disciplining me. Oh, sir, please, if you touch my pussy I will come!" So I did. I reached in and ran my fingers between her lips and down to her clit. As soon as I touched her clit she came. As she was coming I sunk two fingers deeply into her, and I could feel her squeezing them tightly. I couldn't take it any more.
I got up behind her, and sunk my cock into her in one stroke. Then I pulled out and rammed her hard, slapping my hips against her red, abused ass. It was just too tempting, so on each stroke I slapped her red ass. I don't think Becky stopped coming from the time I first touched her clit until I dropped my load in her pussy after just a dozen strokes.
After I came, I rolled to my side, taking Becky with me, my cock still embedded in her pussy. I reached down and disconnected her hands, and then reached around her, holding her tit as I spooned her. "I love you," I said.
"I love you, too, sir, and thank you for taking such good care of me," Becky said. I wasn't sure I understood that completely, but I was too tired to think about it. My cock slowly slipped out of Becky's pussy.
"May I go to the bathroom to clean up?" Becky asked.
"No, you may not," I replied, "but you can before you wake me tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir," Becky said, and then slipped out of my grip.
"Hey, where do you think you are going?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have certain responsibilities," she replied, and she moved down and started cleaning my cock up with her mouth and tongue.
When she was done, she slipped back into my arms so that I spooned her from behind again, and said, "Responsibilities that are pleasures as well." With that, we both fell asleep.
During the night, however, I woke up with another hard on. I wasn't entirely awake, but this wasn't an entirely uncommon occurrence. In the past, I would wake up like this, typically in the middle of a dream, give myself a few strokes with my hand and fall back asleep, back into whatever dream I was having.
This time, I reached down to stroke and I bumped into Becky's ass. I thought, "Hey, why bother with stroking?" so I moved Becky's leg around a little bit, and slipped cock into her again. She wasn't as wet as she had been earlier, but she was far from dry, and I slipped in with no problem.
Becky gave a low, deep moan as I moved myself in and out a few times, but I was really not awake enough for a full fuck, and I shortly fell asleep asking myself, 'How good can this get?'
Chapter 1
Saturday - Day 1
I woke slowly to a wonderful sensation from my crotch. I looked over at the clock and it was 8:30am. I looked down at my cock, and there was a beautiful woman stuck to the end of it. The room smelled like I imagine a not very well run bordello would, of raw dirty sex.
Becky pulled her head of my cock with a pop, smiled up at me and said, "Good Morning. I'm your wake-up slut. It's 8:30 in the morning, the weather is beautiful, and my body is yours to do with as you'd like." She put her mouth over the head of my cock again before popping off quickly and adding, "Sir."
Then she slowly dropped her head back down the length of my cock. I lay back and enjoyed the lovely blowjob that I was getting. She was doing a fabulous job, licking up the sides, tickling my balls with her tongue and providing expert suction to my shaft. Given last night's activities, I wasn't in danger of cumming too quickly, so I just enjoyed.
However, it was also time for another object lesson. "Becky," I said, "I would like to enjoy you as well. Swing yourself up here into a 69." Becky looked up, clearly not happy with this. I had not allowed her to clean up last night, and she was quite messy then. I imagine she felt very dirty today. But I was going to teach her that no matter how she felt about her body, she should make it available to me.
To her credit, Becky did not hesitate much. She swung her legs around over my shoulders. She kept herself on her hands and knees, with her crotch well over and away from my face. I surveyed her for a minute or two as Becky continued concentrating on my cock. She was a mess. There was dried pussy juices all over her thighs, her pussy hair was matted down and a little crusty, and our mixed cum was flecked around her pussy lips.
Her actual cunt, however, was mostly cleaned off by the fresh juices that seemed to be pouring out of her. I never imagined she would be able to produce that much sweet fluid.
"We're going to have a little contest know Becky," I said. She pulled herself off my cock and looked down between her legs toward my face. "I am going to eat you now, and you are going to eat me. If you make me come before you do, there will be consequences. However, if you can make me come within one minute of your coming, I'll provide a treat for you during the day. Ready?" She nodded. "The let's begin," I said.
I pulled her crotch down to my face. She resisted a little, but one light slap on her sexy ass and she stopped fighting me. I started swabbing her pussy lips with my tongue. It was a little rancid at first, but I was willing to put up with it for this lesson. Very quickly all I could taste were her fresh, succulent juices.
While I was working on her, she went back to pleasuring me. She was doing an excellent job of keeping me close to the edge without going over. I, on the other hand, had no such concern and was attacking her pussy and her clit liberally with my tongue. I dipped my fingers in her pussy, and played around with the outside of her asshole.
Once again, she seemed to be getting close to coming. Her coordination on my cock was going and she was breathing harder and harder. She was reduced to just sucking on the sides of my cock with her lips. Just as it felt like she was going over the edge, I shoved a finger into her ass and she threw her head back and screamed. More liquid leaked out of her red pussy and her ass clenched and unclenched around my finger.
Just a few seconds later she came down part way from her orgasm and attacked my cock. She swallowed most of it, and I felt the head of my dick pressing against her throat. She was moving her tongue around my cock in her mouth and she was tickling my balls with her fingernails. She had kept me close enough to the edge that within seconds I was coming. She sucked all my juice into her mouth and she continued laving my cock until I became too sensitive and made her stop.
She put her head down on my thigh and said, "Sir, I was too caught up in your cock to pay attention to time. Did I win my treat?"
"You certainly did, my horny little slut, and I'll be sure to give you a treat later today." I still had my finger in her ass, and when I called her a horny slut, her ass clenched. Something else I would have to follow up on later.
After basking in my morning cum, I pulled my finger out of her ass, slapped her ass and said, "Time for our morning ablutions. Let's go pee and shower."
"Who goes first?" she asked.
"We'll go together," I said.
We went into the bathroom, and I said, "You pee first, but spread your legs because I want to see." I'd never actually see a girl peeing, and I wanted to. She sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide and a large blush on her face and chest. It took her a moment or two to get over the shyness and start peeing. I heard it hissing in the bowl, and saw a little, but not really enough. I'd just have to get her to do it more exposed later.
When she was done, she looked up at me and said, "Can I wipe now?"
"Don't bother, yet," I said, "and keep your legs open. I need to go as well, and I don't want to bother you to get up from the toilet." With that, I moved in front of her and aimed by dick between her legs. She looked completely surprised and almost ready to bolt, but she didn't. She sat there while I started to piss. My first stream was actually pretty accurate, going right between her legs into the bowl, but I soon corrected that, and moved the stream up so that I was pissing right onto her pussy. She looked at my cock, the steam of urine, her now soaking pussy, and then up to me, with an undecipherable look on her face. At least it wasn't disgust, and I got to fulfill another fantasy.
As I was getting to the end, I moved closer so as not to make a mess of the floor. As the stream petered out, I moved it up a little so the last drops went on her lower stomach. I then shook off the excess, spraying her tits and face a little. As I stood there with just a little left on the tip, I was about to tell her to clean me off when she darted her head forward and swiped the end of my cock with her tongue before wrapping her mouth around my cock to finish cleaning it off
When she was done, she looked up at me with a mischievous look on her face and said, "You did say that I should clean you off every time it gets dirty."
Just when I think she has reached the limits of amazing me, she does something like this. I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her head and gave her a deep kiss. It was very nice, but reminded me that we didn't brush our teeth yet.
"You go brush your teeth while I start the shower, and then I'll brush mine," I told her. We both brushed our teeth, and then got into the shower. It was fun washing her while taking liberties with her, which she thoroughly enjoyed. In addition to the usual spots, I soaped up a finger and made sure to clean out her asshole a little bit, more to get her used to it then for cleaning purposes.
When we were done, I had her make sure that my cock was free of soap by testing with her mouth, and then I did the same for her nipples and pussy. I think she was quite surprised when I had her bend over and I performed the same check on her asshole, but the only comment she made was a satisfied "Ohhhh."
When we were finished with the shower, I had her lie on the bed while I went and got a big cardboard box. I then told her, "For the next thirty days, the only thing separating your pussy with the outside air will be a bikini bottom if we go swimming or some workout shorts for the gym. So what I want you to do now is get all your pants and all your panties and put them in this box. At the end of the month you can have them back or give them to charity, depending on what happens."
She went to her drawers and did what I told her. After she was done, I asked her to get out her skirts. She did so, and I saw one skirt that I really liked. It was a white leather mini-skirt that I don't remember ever seeing her in it. I had her try it on, and it covered her to just below her pussy. She looked so sexy standing there in just the skirt and no top that I told her, "Until we find you more stuff, the outfit that you are wearing is your new official uniform for when you are at home."
I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and told Becky to get herself dressed for her errands and come to the living room when she was done. I went to the living room and grabbed my video camera. I set up the camera hooked to my computer and motion sensor. I placed the camera in a location from which it had a view of the kitchen, living room and front door.
When Becky came down, she was wearing a short, flowery skirt and a tight white tee shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and I assume she was not wearing any panties, since she no longer had any. I pointed out the video camera and said, "I always wondered what you did when you were home and I was not, and I now I will find out, even more so now since you will be nearly naked all of the time."
She definitely did not seem comfortable with being naked on video, but I was absolutely going to be getting a lot of video and pictures of her doing a lot worse than walking around naked, so I wasn't going to let her back out of this.
"Should I take gym clothes?" she asked.
"Not today. You won't do a full workout, so you shouldn't need it," I responded. "Let's go."
We went out to a gym that was close to our apartment. The woman at the counter asked if she could help us and I said, "Yes, I'd like to sign Becky up and get her a personal trainer." She called someone over who introduced herself as Veronica. Veronica was dressed in a gym logo tee shirt, and had an amazing set of tits. They had to be 40-DD at least. She seemed to have made use of the gym herself, because she was in fairly good shape. She had reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. She started us through the paperwork, and I asked to meet with the personal trainers they had on staff, explaining that I wanted a woman to work with Becky.
Veronica told me that there were three available here today, and she brought them over. The first was a black woman, tall and lean, whose name was Jane. The second was a white woman, Mickey, with black hair, a little shorter than Jane. The third woman was about as tall as Jane. She had short hair, colored blonde in a very tight pixie cut. She had a slight Russian accent and her name was Nelly.
When they were all together, I explained what I wanted. "I am looking for a personal trainer for Becky. She will be coming in every day, and I want you to meet with her at least twice a week."
Jane looked over at Becky, who had been sitting quietly, and asked, "Becky, what are your goals?"
Becky looked at me, and I shook my head at her. I told Jane, "I am the one hiring the personal trainer. I will be setting the goals and I will be getting status reports. I am the client, not Becky. Becky is simply the one that you will be working with."
Becky looked embarrassed. Veronica looked amused, Jane looked upset, Mickey looked indignant, and Nelly looked intrigued. "Veronica," I said, "I think we will start with Nelly and see how that works out."
"Very well," she said, and Jane and Mickey left us.
"What are your goals for Becky?" Nelly asked me.
I smiled at her and said, "Becky has let herself go. She is starting to gain weight and lose definition, and I want her back to what she looked like 5 years ago.
"In addition, some of her new activities will require significant aerobic activity and a certain degree of limberness," I said, with a wicked smile at Becky, who flushed even more. "She needs to build stamina and flexibility."
"I think I can definitely help her, if she is willing to put the effort in," said Nelly.
"Oh, she will put the effort in. I would like you to send her back to me with a status report after every session. If you feel that she is not working to her full potential, let me know and we can address that at home," I said ominously. "I am sure that I can correct bad behaviors without any problems.
"In fact," I continued, "if she is not behaving herself here, the occasional swat on her behind should motivate her appropriately. Now can you show us around the facility?"
We all stood up, Becky blushing furiously. As she got up, I noticed something about her, so I walked over and whispered in her ear, "I may have to let you wear panties when you are with me just to keep you from ruining too many of your clothes."
With a gasp, Becky put her hands behind her so that she could feel the wet spot where she had leaked onto her skirt. If possible, she turned even redder.
Veronica and Nelly led us out to the main floor. They showed us the free weight section and the classrooms and described some of the classes that she thought might be good for Becky to take. She then led us to the machine room. "Since Becky has not worked out seriously before," Nelly told me, "I think I will start her on some of these machines for weight training as well as the treadmills and bicycles."
"Why don't you put Becky through a few of the machines now, to show her what it will be like?" I asked Nelly.
"She is not really dressed appropriately. With a skirt... ," Nelly started.
"Don't worry about that, just get her into some sample positions," I broke in.
"OK," Nelly said with a smirk. Becky looked like she might make a run for the door. Nelly first put Becky on a machine where she lay face down and hooked her legs under a cushion. She had to lift her legs to lift the weight. The skirt came perilously close to her ass, but nothing inappropriate showed. Veronica and I stood behind her, and Veronica seemed to admire the view as much as I did.
The next machine was situated in front of a mirror. Becky had to sit in a chair and push weight up from her shoulders. Nelly made sure that Becky had correct form, which meant legs far apart and shoulders back and upright. All four of us could see Becky clearly in the mirror, with her chest pushed out, nipples standing at attention, and her pussy clearly visible under her skirt. Nelly made Becky do four repetitions before she could get up.
"Just one more machine to show you today," Nelly said. If Becky thought she would be getting a reprieve, she was wrong. This machine was once again in front of a mirror. On this machine, Becky's knees went on the outside of two cushions, and the goal was to spread her knees as far as she could then squeeze them together.
On the first repetition of this exercise, Becky was so embarrassed that she could not even look at herself in the mirror. She not only showed the hair of her pussy, but her pussy opened completely, showing us all a very wet, very pink, very excited cunt. Nelly made her do ten repetitions before stopping.
"Why don't I show Becky the dressing room?" Nelly asked me.
"Fine," I said.
As Nelly and Becky went into the changing area, I noticed one of the other trainers we had talked to, Mickey, followed her. Veronica asked me, "Is there anything that she won't do for you?"
"I haven't found anything yet, why?" I responded.
"Would you ever consider lending her out?" she asked. "I have to admit that she makes me completely hot."
"Not right now, but give me a few weeks and I might be interested in sharing," I replied.
"Would I have to follow the same rules she does?" Veronica asked.
"Would that be a problem?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
Veronica looked at me and shuddered a little bit, but our conversation cut off as Becky and Nelly came out of the changing area.
"All set?" I asked.
Becky nodded, and I told Nelly, "She'll be in each day at about 2:30pm, starting tomorrow. Is that OK with you?"
"That's fine," said Nelly. "I'm not normally here on Sunday's, but I'll make an exception and come in tomorrow. I look forward to working with you, Becky."
"And I look forward to following up on this conversation at a later date," Veronica said to me. "Thank you for signing Becky up."
As we were walking out, I asked Becky, "What happened in the changing room?"
"Mostly Nelly was just showing my around," Becky answered, "But that other trainer, Mickey, came in and kept asking me if I was alright, if you were doing anything bad to me, if I needed help. I just told her I was fine and to leave me alone, but I am not sure if she is convinced."
"And are you fine?" I asked, looking carefully at her. "How do you feel about what has happened this morning?"
Becky looked back at me, a considered expression on her face. "What you did to me in there was utterly embarrassing and humiliating. You treated me like a piece of property in front of all those people. They know that you could do anything to me. You exposed me to them. They saw my pussy! And sir, if a strong wind came by right now and blew over my clit, I would come like crazy!"
We were walking down the hallway to the entrance, and at the moment it was deserted. I grabbed Becky and shoved her to the wall. I jammed a finger up her overheated cunt and put another on her clit. At the same time my other hand went under her tee shirt and grabbed a nipple, while I locked my mouth on hers. Becky's eyes got wide in surprise and alarm for a moment, and then she felt my hands on her. Saying she came would be an understatement. She exploded. She melted. Or at least it felt like she was melting, given all the liquid that was pouring over my hand. After about 30 seconds, she sagged against me and whispered, "Oh, sir."
I straightened Becky up. My hand was soaked when I pulled it out from her skirt, and I held it up to her face. Becky looked at me for a moment and then started sucking on each of my fingers. "Leave some for me," I said, and I sucked the juices of the remaining fingers.
"You did so well in there," I said, "that I am going to take 5 more off your total, so you will only get 10 with the paddle tonight."
"Thank you, sir," Becky said.
As we turned towards the door, I saw that Veronica had followed us out and was watching from the end of the hallway, her hand in her pants. She saw me and she flushed, pulling her hand from her pants. I winked at her, and Becky and I left the gym.
"Sir, what did Veronica mean when she said she would follow up on the conversation later?" Becky asked.
"Oh, she had just asked if she could borrow you for a bit," I responded.
"What! Borrow me! How could she borrow me?" Becky exclaimed.
"You know," I said, "I give you to her for a day and tell you to do whatever she wants," I replied.
"You would do that?" she asked.
"If I did, would you listen to me, and do what she wanted?" I countered.
She was silent for while as we walked along. "I'm not sure, sir. I want to please you, but I don't know what I would do if the situation arose. I'd want to, for you, but I don't know if I could."
She looked at me, worried. I smiled at her. "That was very honest of you, Becky. I told her no, she could not have you." Becky sighed with relief.
"Of course, I also told her that in a few weeks I might share you with her, so you never know." She looked at me in shock, but after a moment smiled and held onto my arm.
"Its getting a little late in the day, and you still have a lot to do," I told Becky. "I think we are going to save most of the clothes shopping for tomorrow. What I want you to do today is buy one outfit for tonight, something that will please me. Do you remember your other errands for today?"
"Yes, sir. I need to go to the salon for my hair, top and bottom," Becky said with a smirk. "Then I need to buy some toys that you'd like. And of course, I need to get that dress."
"That's fine. I am going to go home for a little nap, and then I have to go into the office for a little while. I want you to take care of all your errands, and then we'll have dinner at Max's. Meet me in the bar at Max's at 7:00 to show me your new look."
"All of my new look, sir?" Becky asked me with a grin.
"You will definitely be showing me your entire new look in the restaurant, you cheeky little slut," I replied, grinning back at her. "You can drop your other packages off at the house before you get ready for dinner. I'm very proud of you. You are doing so well."
"Thank you, sir. I love you so much," Becky told me. Then, with a quick she was off on her errands.
I walked into the bar at Max's just after 7:00. I looked around, and didn't see Becky at first. Then she turned around, and I got a good look at her new hairstyle. Becky was sitting on a bar stool, and she was wearing a green wraparound dress that was very short. It was tied in such a way that her cleavage was quite evident, though her breasts were not in apparent danger of falling out. She had gotten the hair just right. It was nearly exactly the color red/orange that I loved, not obviously fake, nor too brown. She'd done good.
Her makeup looked better than I'd seen in a while, and from across the room it looked like she'd gotten her finger and toe nails polished as well. As I walked up to her, she uncrossed her legs, and then, to my surprise, opened them enough so that as I approached I could see right up her dress. The light wasn't great, but it sure looked to me like she had followed my orders to a tee.
When I got to her she remained on the bar stool, but she grabbed me in her arms and pulled me in for a big kiss. She then hugged me, putting her mouth by my ear and said, "Oh, sir, I feel like a new woman. Thank you."
"Let's go get seated," I said. It was early, so there wasn't much of a crowd in the bar, but as Becky gathered her stuff and settled her bar tab, I noticed that a large percentage of the men, and not a few women, were either looking at Becky lustfully or at me enviously.
It really made me think. Had Becky walked into this bar a few days ago she would have turned a few heads, but not attracted this much attention. A new haircut and makeup, a new sexy dress, and most importantly a new more open attitude, and all of a sudden it's like she's a goddess. Isn't life funny?
Becky, oblivious to my chain of thought, got up and said, "Ready?" her eyes sparkling happily. I was, so we went to the restaurant and were seated. We got a small, circular booth, and I seated Becky across from me so that I could look at her.
We placed our drink orders and I picked up the menu. I noticed that Becky had not picked up hers. I looked over at her and asked, "Are you not hungry?"
"Famished," she said.
"Do you know what you want?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"Then shouldn't you be looking at the menu?" I inquired.
"That's not necessary," she said. "You just pick out anything you want for me, and I will eat it."
Boy was I dense. We had done this dance just last night (just last night!) If that was what she wanted, I was fine with that, although I hope she wasn't expecting me to make all her decisions, just the ones I cared about.
I looked at the menu and decided that as I planned to do with Becky, I wanted to try a little of everything. When the waiter came over, I asked that instead of main dishes, I'd like a sampling of appetizers and, if the chef could put together a sampler of main dishes as well, that would be great. He told me he would see what he could do, and off he went.
I looked across the table at Becky. I loved her new look, but there was something else I couldn't put my finger on. Then I got it. She looked happy. As I have mentioned before, Becky was not usually a happy person. She was always upset at something. Now, she simply seemed happy. I pointed this out to her.
"How do you feel, Becky?" I asked, "How do you really feel?"
"I feel so good; I feel so free," she replied. "I don't know why. When I was sitting at the salon, I thought about it a long time. I know I said I wanted to make you happy, and I was doing this for you. But the things that you have done to me, the things that you have put me through already, should have made me furious. Or at the very least, they should have made me feel cheap and used and taken advantage of.
"But they didn't. I feel happy, I feel content, I feel taken care of. You told me you would use me for your pleasure, but since you tried to break up with me, you have had exactly three orgasms while I have had so many that I lost count; certainly more than ten. Do you realize that in less than one day I have had more than ten orgasms?
"And not just ten plain orgasms. Each of them has been better than anything I have had before. How can you be doing that to me? How can you make me feel so good? But you know what? I don't care. How can I be cheap, used, taken advantage of, when I am getting so much out of this?
"And I'll tell you something else. When I am serving you, when I am following your orders, even when I am exposing myself to strange women at your command, I feel good about it. Last night, you told me that I couldn't change into what I didn't want to be, and I said that maybe I wasn't who I wanted be. I was saying that for you, but I realize I was telling an absolute truth. I am not sure who I want to be, but I know that I am happier with who I was last night, who I am today, than I have been for a long time. I don't know if what we are doing will satisfy me forever, but I can tell you for damn certain that I have never been more satisfied in my life!"
And with that she sat back, looking satisfied indeed, and then, as if remembering, looked down at the table and added "Sir."
I reached across the table and table and took Becky's hand. "That is wonderful to hear," I said, kissing her hand. "The only thing that could please me more than having you as a slave is having you as a willing, happy slave. When I tried to break up with you the other day, I thought that even though I truly loved you, I would have to move on to someone who could better satisfy my needs. But having spent a single day with the new Becky, I can't think of anyone that could satisfy my needs more."
I let go of her hand and I leaned back. "That being said, however, this is still a trial period, and I have to warn you that I will be pushing you harder this month that I ever will again. I need to be convinced you are doing, and enjoying, what you say you are; that this won't be a dream that slips away after a few days."
Becky looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "Sir, you can test me as much as you want. Push away. I thought about this a lot this afternoon, and I can't imagine anything I won't do for you. The pleasure you give me, the love I feel for you, is worth anything."
"Veronica?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Becky laughed loudly. "Sir, if it would make you happy I would go down on Victoria on top of a table in the middle of this restaurant during the dinner hour."
Now it was my turn to smile, albeit in stunned amazement. "That would certainly be something to see, but I think a slightly more private setting would be appropriate. However, speaking of displays of wanton and lustful behavior, slide over near me and show me the rest of your haircut."
Becky grinned and slid over. In the process, she hiked up her dress so that it was at her waist. She sat in the booth, facing me so that the table did not block my view, and she spread her legs. Her pussy was absolutely smooth. I could see her clit peaking out, and her fluids glistening on her lips.
"Are you going to mess up this dress like you did your skirt this morning?" I asked.
"Most likely," she replied, grinning back at me.
"Then you just sit there and leave your dress like that for the rest of the meal," I instructed her.
"Yes, sir!" she retorted, and leaned over and kissed me, letting me taste her lipstick, her tongue, and some of her tonsils.
"Now are you ready to tell me about the remainder of your day?" I asked.
"Oh yes sir, I certainly am" she replied.
"Go right ahead then," I told her.
"Well, as you recall, sir, I had to go to the salon, to buy a dress, and to the sex shop. I decided to go to get the dress first. I went to a nice store that I like, but usually don't buy clothes in because they are too young, too sexy.
"A young saleswoman came up to me and asked if I needed help, so I decided what the hell and told her I was not sure what to get, that I tended to dress conservatively, but I needed something that would make my boyfriend have a heart attack. I didn't call you master yet, but when I can, I will! I also told her that I would not be wearing any underwear with it.
"She got real flirty and she picked out a whole bunch of items. When it was time for me to try them on, she asked if I needed help, but I told her no. She reminded me that since I was not going to wear it with underwear for you, I should take off my underwear now so that I could judge the look. Oh, sir, you should have seen her face when I told her I didn't have any underwear anymore.
"I tried on a couple of the dresses, and she insisted that I come out after each one to get her opinion. On one dress, I came out with the back completely undone, right down to my ass, and asked her to help me do it up. In another, I leaned over in front of her and asked if she could see my boobs. She said, 'Oh yes, and they are lovely'."
Becky giggled. "Was I awful?"
I smiled broadly at her. "Remember last weekend, you were trying on some clothes at home, trying to find something you like to wear out? You kept complaining about how you hated your body. Your actions with that saleswoman don't seem to be the actions of someone that hates their body, does it?"
Becky smiled shyly back at me. "I guess not. Oh, no! It must have been awful to hear me complaining all the time. I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"
"Well," I said, "you are making a good start. To continue, though, why don't you retie that dress a little looser, so that more of your cleavage is visible?"
Becky smiled evilly and untied the string on the side of her dress. She then pulled the dress open, exposing her tit to me, as well as to the waiter who had just arrived with our food.
"Oops," she said. "I guess that was a little too far. Sorry," she retied her dress, this time with her tits in definite danger of falling out.
After the waiter left, which it seemed he was very reluctant to do, Becky leaned far over to me and whispered, "Will you feed my some of the appetizers?" Of course, I could see completely down her dress when she did leaned over, and a glance down showed her bald beaver, still on display.
"Sit back in your seat, you brazen hussy," I ordered her, though my voice had difficulty getting out, and my cock complained that I was insane. "Tell me about the rest of your day."
"Well, after I picked out this dress, I paid for it, and the nice saleslady gave me her card. She wrote her home phone on the back of it, and told me to call anytime I needed anything at all. Maybe I should call her and tell her she can have her way with me if she lets you fuck her in her ass first?"
I realized that I was going to have a very difficult time making it through dinner. This woman was driving me insane. After the last pronouncement, she had picked up a celery stalk from our appetizers and was giving it a very effective blowjob. I half expected to see it come, and I suspected some of the people at the neighboring tables thought so too.
"Stop that, you little slut, and get back to telling my about your day," I told her.
"Sorry, sir," she said, not appearing to be very sorry. "After I left the dress shop, I decided to go to the sex shop first, rather than after I was all made up. Plus, waxing is always painful, and I wanted to put it off as long as possible. So I went to the sex shop. I have never really been in one, and I didn't know what to expect, but the one I was in seemed to have a fairly large selection.
"The guy behind the counter was a little skeevy looking, so I didn't play any games with him, but I did look around a lot. If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to skip describing what I got so that I can surprise you when we get home."
"That's OK with me," I said, "But can you at least tell me if you purchased a paddle?"
"Yes, sir. I know I have discipline with a paddle coming, so I bought a few so that you can pick out the one you feel serves the purpose best."
"That's good, Becky," I said. "What happened when you went to the salon?"
"Well, I went in and arranged for a waxing, a manicure, a pedicure and haircut with coloring. I did the waxing first. I went in and the woman asked me what I wanted. There were a few other workers around, but I said what you told me to. I said, 'I need everything gone below my neck. You need to be sure to do a good job, because I will get one hit with a paddle on my ass for every hair that is left.'
"Needless to say, that got a reaction. The woman doing me looked shocked, but one of the other workers said, 'You should leave some hairs, as long as she lets me watch when she is paddled!'
The waxer hustled me in and started her job. During the process, she whispered to me, 'Were you serious?' I told her that I was, so please be very careful. She actually did look very carefully for hair, even between my legs. It was quite funny, when it wasn't painful. If you think spanking me hurts, you should see what waxing does!"
"So you are recommending that when you need to be punished, I should use hot wax. Mmmmm, that's a thought," I said.
Becky looked horrified. "No that's not what I meant. Oh well, I guess if you want to use hot wax, I'll put up with it.
"After the waxing, the manicure and pedicure and haircut went normally. I hope the color is right. I tried to think about what you seemed to like in the past, but I wasn't sure. If this isn't right, I'll go get it fixed."
"Actually," I said, "it is close to perfect! I didn't realize that you knew what I liked so well, but I appear to be learning! So, it sounds like you enjoyed your day for the most part?"
"Sir," Becky said, "I enjoyed my day completely. Even the parts I shouldn't have liked, like getting my hair pulled out by the roots and having my pussy shown to strangers made me excited, knowing I was doing it for your pleasure. I can't believe that I felt that way, but I did."
"And tomorrow, we go shopping for more clothes," I said. "Do you know if your friend will be in the store that you visited today?"
"I don't know, sir, but I have her home number, and I can call and ask if you'd like."
"Not a bad idea, love. Why don't you do that now?" I asked her.
Becky got out her cell phone and the business card and placed a call. She listened for a minute and said, "It's a machine." I told her to leave a message, and tell the woman that she would be in tomorrow at about 12:00. She did so, and put away her phone.
"And are you looking forward to your workout tomorrow?" I asked. "Do you think I should send you in workout clothes, or in a skirt?"
"Oh please, sir," Becky replied, wide-eyed, "not a skirt! Can you imagine what it would be like with my pussy looking like this?"
"Can you?" I retorted, reaching down and swiping my finger in her extremely wet pussy. Becky jumped, and I put my finger in my mouth and sucked her juice off. "I do believe that you forgot that you were that exposed."
"Oh my god, I did," Becky exclaimed. "I can't believe that I forgot that I was sitting in a restaurant with my pussy on display!"
Getting back to the subject at hand, I asked Becky, "What are you going to do if Nelly or Veronica comes in to watch you change?"
"I guess I'll just go there dressed in my gym clothes," Becky responded.
"No you won't," I said. "You will go there in a skirt and blouse with no underwear. You will go into the changing room, take off all of your clothes, put them neatly in the locker, and then put on your gym clothes. If one of them tries to touch you, however, you may tell them that they have to ask me for permission before they do."
Becky was breathing heavily, clearly excited. "Sir," she said, "would it be OK if we go home soon? I really need you."
"So eager for your paddling, I see"
Becky put her hand to her mouth, having forgotten that detail. Nonetheless, I got the check and had Becky fix her dress and we went home.
When we got home, Becky asked, "Sir, would you mind waiting here while I get the bedroom ready for you?"
"That's fine," I answered.
"Thank you, sir. I'll call you when I am have finished preparing everything for you," Becky told me.
I relaxed for a few minutes, got a drink of water and took the opportunity to think again. Here it was, the end of day one of our thirty-day trial. I had gone into this assuming that Becky would be a little nicer and more thoughtful to me for a while, but she would slowly revert back to being the same high maintenance woman that she had always been.
Well, she was certainly nicer to me; that was a fact. But not just a little. And she was certainly thinking of me, how much I'd find out in a few minutes when I saw the results of her shopping excursion. And if my mind was not playing tricks on me, she had opened the discussion of giving herself to another woman if said woman would allow me to fuck her ass. Somehow, I didn't think a slow reversion to the old Becky was in the cards; if it were slow, it would take a hundred years, because the difference between old Becky and new Becky was not small.
Then I thought about the future. How would this change our lives? I don't think it would change our professional lives much, but we had a number of friends as a couple. We had been living together for two years, so even our personal friends knew both of us. How would we act around them? What would Becky want to be around them?
And I realized that I really cared about that. Despite my wanting to our relationship to be about me, I truly cared what Becky wanted as well. I wanted to push Becky, in some respects I wanted to embarrass her, but only safely. I wasn't sure how to make Becky feel safe and comfortable around our friends, while still maintaining our current relationship. Especially if we lasted the month (something I was beginning to desire more and more) and I marked her as my slave.
Becky called me into the bedroom then, and I just said to myself, "Things have gone completely differently than I ever thought they would. I'll just play it by ear and see what develops; that seems to be working for me so far!"
I walked into the bedroom, and stopped just inside the door. On the floor at the foot of the bed was Becky. She was naked, on her knees. Her legs we spread as we had discussed, and her newly smooth pussy was on display. Her hands were on the floor behind her and her back was arched, presenting her breasts to me. Her head was bowed, looking at the floor by my feet. Behind her, on the bed, was a truly impressive set of toys.
"Sir," Becky said, oddly formally "I have purchased the items on the bed for your pleasure and use. Please feel free to use them, and me, in any way you want. Everything in this room, including me, is here exclusively for you pleasure."
I walked around her to the bed to take a look at what was there. The holidays had certainly come early for me. She had laid everything out artistically. There were a number of items there that I expected to see. As promised, there were a number of paddles. There were also some leather cuffs and handcuffs, a dog collar and a nicer collar, both with leashes and a few blindfolds. There was a set of dildos and butt-plugs called an 'Anal Training Kit', as well as a few other vibrators, including one with a wireless remote control.
But there were some things there that surprised me as well. She had bought some porn, both along slave/spanking lines as well as some anal titles. And then there were the S/M items. There were some leatherwear items that had a lot of straps and rings. There were ball gags. There were nipple clips, a flogger, a crop and a whip!
"Becky," I asked when my head stopped spinning, "were all these things bought with me exclusively in mind, or were some for you?"
"Well, sir," she said, "you've already surprised me with your desires, and I wanted to make sure that you had everything you might want to use."
"And you are OK with me using any of these on you?" I asked.
"I think so, sir," she responded.
"So if I wanted to handcuff you, attach the nipple clips, and whip your tits with the crop, you would be OK with that?" I asked.
"I want to make you happy, sir. It might not be my favorite thing, but I would try and endure to please you." she replied. My head was spinning again.
"OK, Becky," I told her, "While you understand that I want to be in charge in this relationship, there will be many times where I want to know what you want. What I want you to do now is to go over and pick out three items on the bed that are your favorites. And I want you to be completely honest."
Becky looked up at me, and then she stood up and looked over the bed. She stood there for a moment, looking over the choices. Then she reached out and made her selection. She separated out a collar and leash, the leather cuffs and the nipple clips! She presented them to me.
"Becky," I said, "part of serving me is serving me with your mind as well as your body. I need you to be completely open and honest with me. Tell me why you chose those items."
Her face flushed and her head bowed. In a quite voice, she said, she said, "I chose the cuffs so that I could be completely in your control. I chose the collar so that I would feel like I was your pet. And when you spanked me, it hurt, but it made me feel so good. You made me cum by playing with my nipples. I wanted to see what it would be like when you clamped these clips on my nipples. I wanted to know if it would hurt, feel good, or both."
If she didn't stop making my head spin, I would probably pass out. Or maybe it was that there was no blood left in my head, it having all migrated south. I told Becky to turn around, and I placed the cuffs on her wrists, connecting them together behind her back. I then lifted her hair and put the collar on her neck, kissing her neck first.
Before I closed the collar, I said to her, "Becky, this collar is not yours. This is a temporary toy. At the end of the month, if we both have enjoyed ourselves and want to continue, I will get you a different collar, your collar. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and there were tears in her eyes. I kissed her deeply. She could not wrap her arms around me, and in a way, that felt very good, as if I was the one wrapping her in my protection.
"Now," I said when I was done with the kiss, "back to business. Since your arms seem to be unavailable, I'd better clear the bed." I took most of the items off the bed, leaving some in easy reach. One item that I left on the bed was a wicked looking paddle.
"Before you get the punishment that is coming to you, there is one more thing we have to do," I said, and taking her leash, I led her to the living room. I went to the video camera and rewound it. "You were home by yourself today," I said. "Now we'll see how well you obey instructions when you are alone." Her eyes got big.
I put on the TV, and fast-forwarded through us leaving in the morning, and then watched as Becky walked in the door. She seemed to be quite excited as she walked through the living room and went to the bedroom.
"Well, that's two more for not taking your clothes off at the door," I told her. Then we saw her come back out and go to the kitchen and get a drink. She was still dressed. "And three more for remaining dressed in the apartment." In a little while she came back out in her evening clothes and left the apartment.
"Becky, Becky, Becky," I said, "What was the fourth rule?"
"I am not allowed to wear any clothes in the house except those you approve," she said.
"And what clothes have I approved?" I asked.
"My white leather mini," she replied.
"And did I approve the clothes that you were wearing in the video?" I asked.
"No, sir," she responded.
"And what is going to happen as a result?" I asked.
"Five more with the paddle," she said.
"Do you deserve them?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir. I forgot a rule, and deserve to be punished. Please punish me so that I will remember next time," Becky pleaded.
I reset the video recorder, and I led Becky to the bedroom. I unclipped Becky's hands and had her lie down on the bed, and then I re-clipped her hands above her head.
"Time to see how a good a job your waxer did," I told Becky, and I began to re- explore her body, this time with only my fingertips and my eyes. I checked under her arms, over her nipples (not expecting any, but hey, I'm allowed my fun!), and down her legs. I saved her beautiful, bald pussy for last. Finally, I looked all around her pussy, spreading her lips. I couldn't help it, and took a swipe with my tongue.
Then I had Becky turn over onto her knees, her ass in the air, her hands bound above her head. I inspected her ass and around her asshole as well, taking a swipe of that with my tongue as well. I asked Becky, "How many do you get?"
"Fifteen with the paddle, sir," she responded.
"That is correct, Becky, though we will add six more for the hairs I discovered, though those should really go to your waxer. Oh well, your sexy ass is here, and hers is not," I said. "Another job of yours will be to remember your punishments. Also, if you feel you've done something to incur a punishment when I am not around, it is your responsibility to tell me, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, "I will track my punishments, and I will tell you whenever I feel I deserve to be punished."
With that, I got undressed, picked up the paddle, took a test swing in the air, then laid the first one on her right ass cheek with a loud crack. Becky screamed and jumped, but settled back down quickly and said, "Thank you, sir."
I put another one on her left ass cheek with the same results. After the first six, her ass was beginning to glow a bright red. By the tenth, she was sobbing, but still saying thank you after each. I continued alternating cheeks till the last one, which I placed squarely between her cheeks, also getting her thighs.
After I was done Becky said, "Thank you, sir, for disciplining me. Oh, sir, please, if you touch my pussy I will come!" So I did. I reached in and ran my fingers between her lips and down to her clit. As soon as I touched her clit she came. As she was coming I sunk two fingers deeply into her, and I could feel her squeezing them tightly. I couldn't take it any more.
I got up behind her, and sunk my cock into her in one stroke. Then I pulled out and rammed her hard, slapping my hips against her red, abused ass. It was just too tempting, so on each stroke I slapped her red ass. I don't think Becky stopped coming from the time I first touched her clit until I dropped my load in her pussy after just a dozen strokes.
After I came, I rolled to my side, taking Becky with me, my cock still embedded in her pussy. I reached down and disconnected her hands, and then reached around her, holding her tit as I spooned her. "I love you," I said.
"I love you, too, sir, and thank you for taking such good care of me," Becky said. I wasn't sure I understood that completely, but I was too tired to think about it. My cock slowly slipped out of Becky's pussy.
"May I go to the bathroom to clean up?" Becky asked.
"No, you may not," I replied, "but you can before you wake me tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir," Becky said, and then slipped out of my grip.
"Hey, where do you think you are going?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have certain responsibilities," she replied, and she moved down and started cleaning my cock up with her mouth and tongue.
When she was done, she slipped back into my arms so that I spooned her from behind again, and said, "Responsibilities that are pleasures as well." With that, we both fell asleep.
During the night, however, I woke up with another hard on. I wasn't entirely awake, but this wasn't an entirely uncommon occurrence. In the past, I would wake up like this, typically in the middle of a dream, give myself a few strokes with my hand and fall back asleep, back into whatever dream I was having.
This time, I reached down to stroke and I bumped into Becky's ass. I thought, "Hey, why bother with stroking?" so I moved Becky's leg around a little bit, and slipped cock into her again. She wasn't as wet as she had been earlier, but she was far from dry, and I slipped in with no problem.
Becky gave a low, deep moan as I moved myself in and out a few times, but I was really not awake enough for a full fuck, and I shortly fell asleep asking myself, 'How good can this get?'
Chapter 2
Sunday - Day 2
I woke up to the smell of waffles and a warm, wet, sucking feeling on my cock. I luxuriated in it for a few moments, and then looked down at Becky. She pulled off my cock, smiled up at me, and said, "This morning I thought I'd be both your wake- up slut and your serving wench." She nodded to the bedside where there was a plate of waffles and a glass of orange juice (I'm one of those heathens who doesn't drink coffee).
"Would you like for me to continue, would you like to use my body in some other way, or shall I serve you breakfast, sir?" Becky asked. Choices, choices, choices.
"Come up here, you temptress," I told her, and grabbed her on top of me for some serious kissing. When I felt relatively satisfied with the kiss, I turned over and said, "I think I'd like to feed you. Stay right there."
I got the waffles, cut them into small bits, and dunked them liberally in syrup. I took turns putting a piece in my mouth, then another in her. Since she was lying under me, occasional drops of syrup inevitably ended up on her chest, stomach and neck. It was a lot of work, but I made the sacrifice and cleaned it up with my tongue. Somehow I also managed to get some on my cock, which she was kind enough to clean off for me.
When I was done, I had her get on her hands and knees, and I poured a line of syrup from her tailbone to her neck. I then slowly licked up all the syrup, starting from her tailbone (OK, maybe I started a little lower than that) and up to her neck. As I moved up, I lined my cock up with her pussy, and slowly impaled her as I moved my tongue up her back. When I was done cleaning her back, I settled in to a nice, slow fuck.
I was feeling like teasing her today, so I never let her get too close to coming, right until the very end. Right before she was going to come, I pulled out and said, "You know, I think I would like a blowjob this morning." She groaned, but turned around and buried her face in my crotch. She continued the theme of slow and dragged it out for quite some time, before I came hard in her mouth. When I was done, she cleaned me completely, and looked at me expectantly.
"Up," I said, giving her as a quick swat, "we have to get clean and go shopping."
"Yes, sir," she said, and we got into the shower. It was playful as we washed each other, and I got her even more excited, but not enough to help let her cum.
I had Becky get dressed in a skirt that came to mid thigh and a nice v-neck tee shirt. When we were ready to leave, I said, "There is one more thing I'd like you to wear today."
I went to the toys she had purchased the day before, and pulled out the anal training kit. Her eyes widened as I got out the smallest butt plug and the lubricant. "Bend over and put your hands on the bed," I told her.
"Yes, sir," she said quietly. When she was bent over, I pulled her skirt up over her ass. First, I licked and nibbled at it, finding it too sexy to resist. Then, I licked my tongue around her puckered hole. Finally, I lubed the butt plug and inserted it as she grunted.
"Does that hurt," I asked?
"No, sir, but it feels full," she responded.
"Well, that should keep you occupied while we shop," I told her.
She looked over at me and asked, "I have to have this in me while we shop? What about in changing rooms?"
"If someone asks, you may tell them that I am training you to accept my cock in your ass," I instructed her.
She looked back down, took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Yes, sir."
I slapped her ass, put her dress back down, and said, "Let's go."
It was still too early to visit the store where she had shopped yesterday, but we went to a mall. As we proceeded, I could tell that she was walking a little gingerly. "Does it hurt," I asked.
"Not exactly, sir," she replied, "but it's not exactly comfortable, either."
I walked with her a little ways longer, till I came to the alcove where the restrooms were. As it was still early, there was no one around. "I'll tell you what," I said. "If you are not sopping wet, then I will let you go into the restroom and remove it."
She blushed and lowered her head, and I slipped my hand under her skirt. As I suspected, it was like a fountain. I dipped two fingers in her and I could feel the butt plug through the back wall of her pussy. I also flicked her clit, and in just seconds she was close to coming. I pulled out, licked off one of my fingers and presented the other to her.
"So that is uncomfortable?" I asked, as she cleaned off my finger with her mouth.
"I didn't say unpleasant, sir," she smirked at me.
"You'd better be careful, missy, or I'll take you over my knee right here!" I told her.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry," she said, entirely un-chastened.
We continued strolling the mall, looking at dresses and skirts in the various stores. I had her try some outfits on, but all the dressing rooms were private and there was no one worth showing Becky off to. We ended up purchasing a few outfits, but nothing too fabulous, mostly nice skirts and blouses for her to wear to work.
Soon it was time to head over to the boutique she had shopped in yesterday. When we arrived, Becky didn't see the woman from yesterday. I was disappointed, and I could not tell if Becky was disappointed or relieved. We looked around and the clothes here were definitely sexier and more revealing. I had picked out a couple of short skirts with high slits when a voice behind us asked, "Can I help you find something?"
I turned around and looked at the saleswoman. She was dressed professionally in a skirt and blouse and had blonde hair, slightly longer than shoulder length. She had blue eyes and large breasts. A few years younger and she would have been mistaken as a high school cheerleader. When Becky turned around, she said, "Oh, it's you again!"
So this was the saleswoman from yesterday. We introduced ourselves, and her name was Christine. "What are you looking for today?" she asked Becky.
Before Becky could answer I said, "Well, Christine, as Becky told you yesterday, most of her clothes are fairly conservative. Those are no longer acceptable, so I need to pick out clothes for her that please me. Is there anything in this store that you think would please me?"
Christine looked at me, then at Becky, and smiled nervously. "I'm sure there is a lot in this store that you will like," she replied. "What kind of item are you looking for?"
"Absolutely no pants," I said, "or anything that is too difficult to get off or around in a hurry. Becky will be losing a couple of sizes soon, so I don't want to get too much, but what we do get should be tight in all the right places. They should be comfortable, but that is secondary to how it looks to me."
Christine seemed to regain some of her composure and started picking some items out for Becky. I held them up in front of Becky, treating her almost like a mannequin. When we had enough items, I told Christine, "Becky is a little jumpy this morning, so perhaps you could help her get into some of these outfits?"
Christine looked in surprise from me to Becky and finally said, "I'd be happy to."
Then I said, "Becky, follow Christine and try on the outfits. Come out with each of them on so I can decide what you should get."
"Yes, sir," Becky replied.
Christine led Becky into the changing area, and later that day Becky reported to me the following conversation. When they got in the back, Becky began acting submissive to Christine. She asked, "Which outfit shall I try on first?"
Christine knew something was going on, and asked Becky, "What is the deal? Are you really going to let him dress you?"
Becky replied, "I am going to let him do whatever he wants with me."
"What are you, his slave?" Christine asked.
"Oh no, not yet, but I hope to be one day," Becky replied.
"So you do anything that he wants?" Christine asked.
"Yes," was Becky's answer.
Christine moved closer, backing Becky up against the wall. "And if he told you to do what I wanted, would you do it?"
"Yes, if he told me to," Becky replied.
"Maybe I'll ask him for you," Christine said, backing off a little and running her hand down Becky's cheek.
"I'm not sure you'd like that," Becky told her.
"Why not?" asked Christine.
"Because," Becky said, moving forward until it was Christine backed to the wall, "before he'd give me to you he'd want something from you. And I'm pretty sure what he'd want is your ass."
"What do you mean?" Christine asked.
"I mean," Becky replied, "that he would strip you naked, bend you over, and bury his amazing cock deep into that sexy ass of yours." And with that Becky leaned forward and put a quick kiss on Christine's lips. Then Becky backed up, looked at Christine with a twinkle in her eyes, and again asked, "Which outfit shall I try on first?"
Christine regained her composure a little and picked out a short, revealing purple outfit and said, "Try this."
Becky removed her clothes, putting them on the chair behind her. She made sure that she turned around, so that Christine could see the butt-plug still firmly in place. Christine saw, and gasped, "What is that?"
"That is a butt-plug. He is training me to accept his cock in my ass," Becky told her, as I had instructed her to.
"You were serious about what you said before?" Christine asked.
Becky just smiled and put the dress on. Then she left the dressing room and came out to me. I had her turn all around, twirl to see how high the dress went, and then bend over, both towards me and away so that I could see what would be exposed when she did that. When she bent towards me her breasts were completely visible, and all the way down to her bare pussy. When she bent away from me, I could see the lips of her pussy peeking out.
I liked it, but I wanted to see more, so I told her to try on the next one. I noticed that Christine was flushed, and appeared to be perspiring.
As Becky tried on the next dress, Christine looked at her and said, "Your thighs are wet."
Becky was quite getting into the scene, so she said, "I know. When he fucked me this morning he would not let me cum and I am very wound up." Christine was once again shocked as Becky left to show me this outfit.
As she was changing into the next outfit, Christine asked her quietly, "Would it be worth it?"
"Would what be worth it?" Becky asked.
"Would it be worth giving him my ass to have you?" Christine responded.
Now it was Becky's turn to be shocked. She had been having fun teasing, but now it looked like Christine was getting more serious.
"I don't know," said Becky. "I've never been with a woman. Maybe you need to ask him if I'm worth it."
When they came out they both looked flushed. I had Becky twirl for me, and asked Christine, "Do you think she looks sexy in that?"
Christine looked over Becky, licked her lips and said, "Oh, yeah." Becky giggled and headed back to the changing room, pulling Christine with her.
The next dress had a built in push up bra, and as Becky was getting into it, Christine said, "Let me help," and grabbed Becky's breast to place it in the cup correctly.
Becky groaned and said, "Don't let me sit down, or I'll ruin the back of this dress!" Christine gaped at her as Becky came back to me.
As this was the last dress she was to try on, I told Christine, "I'll take this one, the first and the second."
"OK," said Christine, "I'll wrap them up." Becky changed back into her clothes, and Christine wrapped up the dresses as I paid for the purchases.
Before we left, I said, "Wait a minute. Becky, you look more worked up than before we came in here. Did Christine take advantage of you in the changing room?"
"Well," Becky said, "She did kiss me and she fondled my breasts."
"But..." started Christine, before I interrupted her.
"Did you kiss Becky and feel her breasts?"
"Yes, but..." Christine said, before I broke in again.
"Becky is in a vulnerable position and you took advantage of her? Why did you think that you could do that? Maybe it's because Becky was undressed and you are fully dressed, you thought you could use her as you wanted?"
"No, it's just..." Christine started again, but I did not allow her to continue.
"Maybe you need to feel what it is like to be vulnerable? Becky, take off Christine's panties!" I ordered.
Christine's mouth fell open in shock, but Becky went up to Christine and knelt in front of her. Without a word, she reached under Christine's skirt and pulled her panties down. Christine stepped out of them when they reached her feet, clearly still in shock.
Becky held them up for me and said, "It's almost like she wasn't wearing any." They were thin, lacy, nearly transparent and stained with moisture. Christine blushed.
"Not so powerful now, are you?" I asked. "How does it feel to be taken advantage of? Kiss her, Becky."
While the kiss in the dressing room was fairly chaste, this one was not. Becky practically attacked her mouth, and her tongue was moving deeply into Christine's mouth. As she was kissing, I asked, "What else did she do to you?"
Without responding verbally, Becky's hands came up and squeezed Christine's tits. She quickly slipped her hand under her shirt and bra to fondle her nipples.
"That's enough," I said, and Becky immediately stopped. Christine practically swooned.
"Now do you see what you get when you take advantage of innocent women?" I asked. "Let's go, Becky."
I took the packages and started out, but Becky said, "One moment, sir." She ran back and gave Christine a card with her telephone number. "Call me when you are ready to give up your ass," she whispered to Christine before running back to me.
The experience in the dress store left Becky even more hot and bothered. "How do you enjoy that experience, Becky?" I asked.
"Sir, I loved it. I want to do everything you tell me to, but I have to admit, sir, that I particularly liked being in control of Christine. In the dressing room, when I kissed her, I almost came."
"Well, you told me she had kissed you in the dressing room. Are you saying that you initiated it?"
She looked abashed as she said, "Yes, sir."
"And what about the breast fondling? Did she do that, or did you encourage it?" I asked.
"No, sir! She did that on her own. Though I have to admit that I probably helped her feel turned on enough to do it," she answered.
"Well, you will have to be punished for the deception about kissing her, but that will wait. I think it is Christine that should do the punishing for that," I told Becky.
"Yes, sir," Becky responded.
"So, do you think you would like to treat Christine as I treat you?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir. In fact, if we keep talking about it I may come without you touching me!" was Becky's response.
"Well, we mustn't have that," I said. "Let's go home and get changed for the gym." When we got home, I told Becky that I had changed my mind, and that she should change before we left. I allowed Becky to change into her gym outfit, a little workout piece in grey sweat suit material that covered her breasts tightly and was large enough to cover her pussy and ass.
Before we left I said, "You lied to me about what happened in the dressing room, and as a result I forced Christine to accept a kiss from you. I will allow Christine to punish you for that, but there is the matter of your punishment for lying to me. I want you to suck me now."
"Yes, sir!" Becky said eagerly, and went to work. In a short time her talented mouth had me ready to come. Just before I did, I pulled her off me, and to her surprise, threw her on the bed. I pulled aside the gusset of her exercise outfit and shoved my cock into her steamy pussy in one stroke. She groaned, but two strokes later I pulled out till just the head of my cock was in her and I came in her, not allowing her a chance to come herself.
I got off of her and put her outfit back into place. She said, "Please, sir, can I make myself come?"
"Sure," I replied, "just as soon as you finish your workout."
She groaned, but we went to the gym.
When we got to the gym, Veronica greeted us. "Ready for your workout?" she asked Becky.
"I think so," Becky replied, as Nelly came up.
"OK then," Nelly said, "Let's get started."
I sat with Veronica as Nelly put Becky through her paces. First, she did twenty minutes on the treadmill. Then Nelly sat down in front of the mirrors at one of the workout machines. She looked at herself in the mirror and then whirled towards me, finally realizing the extent of her punishment. The crotch of her workout suit was soaked with my cum.
"Your friend looks a little excited," Veronica said to me. "Is she always this excited about working out?"
I looked at Veronica as I considered her. She was certainly attractive, and she had expressed interest in borrowing Becky. I wasn't ready to lend her out, but I was interested to see where she would go with this.
"It isn't her juices leaking out, it's mine," I told Veronica.
"Really? Didn't she want to clean up before wearing that?" Veronica asked.
"Well, what she wanted is not really relevant. However, she is being punished for lying to me, so she was not allowed to clean herself up," I said.
"What did she say to deserve this?" she asked, pointing to Becky, who was on a machine with her legs spread and the wet crotch of her workout suit sticking to her pussy lips.
"She told me that a woman had kissed her, when she had been the one to initiate the kiss," I said.
"So she kisses other women, and you are OK with that?" she asked.
"When the other women do as I tell them," I told Veronica.
"And what did this other woman have to do?" she asked.
"Well, if she wants Becky, and she does, she will first have to give up her ass to me, and then she will belong to Becky," I replied.
At this point, Veronica's large nipples were clearly visible under her shirt, and she was squirming in her seat.
"And what would someone have to go through to have Becky belong to them temporarily?" Veronica asked.
I thought about that for a few minutes, and then I said, "No matter who comes into our house, and their relationship with Becky, it has to be clear that I am in charge. If someone wanted to be dominant to Becky, they would first have to spend a weekend demonstrating their submissiveness to me."
She looked at me for a while, and then she looked down and said, "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for chatting. I'll see you later," and off she went. I hung out until Becky was done.
When Becky was finished her workout, I asked Nelly how she had done. "She is doing fine. She is working hard, and if she keeps this up, we can get her body in great shape."
"Great," I said, "she'll come by tomorrow after work. Does she know what to do?"
"Yup, and I'll see her again on Wednesday," Nelly told me.
I took Becky home. As soon as we got in the door, she stripped off her clothes. I took her and put her in the shower. I washed her body all over, and spent a long time on her hair. "I want you to know that I think you are doing really well, and you are making me very happy," I told Becky.
"Thank you, sir, I am trying," she responded.
"Are you enjoying yourself as well?" I asked.
"Surprisingly, I am. I feel good about my workout, and I enjoyed my time shopping," she told me. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I even enjoyed my punishment, all parts of it, sir."
I smiled and asked, "Did Nelly say anything to you about it?"
"She said it looked like I was really enjoying working out, but I told her that it was more like you were really enjoying me. You are really enjoying me, aren't you?"
"You know I am, you sweet little thing!" I said. "And how do you feel about Christine?"
"I enjoyed playing with her, sir," she said.
"Would you want to take it further?" I asked.
"I think so, sir," she replied.
"Have you ever done anything with a woman before?" I asked.
"You know I haven't, sir!" she exclaimed.
"How do you think I would feel, watching the two of you together?" I asked.
Becky smirked at me and said, "I think it would turn you on, and you wouldn't know which one of us to fuck first!"
"And how would you feel watching me fuck another woman?" I asked.
Her expression turned serious, and she said, "Sir, a week ago I would have wanted to cut your balls off. Hell, a week ago I could not imagine calling you sir, sir. However, I think we have both changed. If I was there with you, I would not only be OK with you fucking her, or even someone else, I would put your cock into them myself. Even if I were not with you, I would not be concerned, because I know that no one can please you like I do. I have only one request, sir."
"And what is that, my little slut?" I asked.
"Please don't fuck anyone else in the ass before you do me? You never had anyone else in the ass, and I want to give you my anal virginity for your first time. Please, sir," Becky pleaded.
Once again, she had shocked me. "Becky, my dear," I said, "not only will you be the first ass I have, but I promise you that I will not sleep with anyone other than you, unless you are present or I have told you in advance. I do love you, and I can't imagine anyone else satisfying me the way you do."
Becky smiled up at me, and we kissed deeply. Then I swatted her on her ass and I told her, "Now let's get out of here and relax the rest of today."
I had Becky put on her in home wear, the short white mini skirt, I ordered out for food, and we relaxed on the couch. When the delivery person arrived, I got up to pay, but I had Becky stay on the couch, in full view of the door, wearing just her skirt. I loved how red her face got, and I'm sure the delivery guy loved it as well.
After the movie and dinner, I took Becky to bed and I slowly made love to her. I held her tight afterwards, and told her that I loved her. "Tomorrow is a work day, and things go a little back to normal. How do you feel about that?" I asked Becky.
"Oh my god!" Becky exclaimed. "I can't wear underwear to work, can I?"
I shook my head no.
"I am going to feel very weird at work, but I'll do whatever you want, sir," she said.
"And when you get home from work tomorrow, what are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm going to go to the gym, and then I'm going to come home and change into my house clothes and wait for you to come home so that you can use my body as you want," she said.
"Very good," I said. "Now roll over on to me and go to sleep. You have to get up early." And that is what we did.
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."
Chapter 4
Tuesday - Day 4
I could get very, very used to this. Once again, I awoke to a lovely blowjob. Becky was licking gently up the sides of my cock, then swirling her tongue around it like the stripe up the side of a candy cane. She would then take the head in her mouth and suck gently. I was contemplating coming into her mouth when I looked down at her. She smiled up at me and said, "Good morning, sir," before continuing her task.
Becky was again dressed for work. She had on a lovely button down blouse and a skirt. Of course, there were no panties under the skirt. "This morning," I said to her, "I would like to see my professional looking wake-up slut riding me."
"Yes, sir!" Becky said happily, as she eagerly hiked her skirt up and climbed on top of me.
She placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy when I warned her, "Slowly." She dropped down very slowly until her ass rested on my balls. "Stop," I told her. I rearranged her skirt, and looked at her. She was lovely, sitting there dressed for work. At first glance, you could not tell if she was just sitting on me, or if she was impaled on me. Of course, my cock could certainly tell. Seeing her like this gave me delicious ideas.
"You can move now," I told her, "but only side to side, not up and down."
"Yes, sir!" she grinned at me, and started slowly moving her hips in circles.
"I don't think I want to go all day without seeing you, today," I told her. "Are you free for lunch?"
"Oh, yes sir! Where would you like to go?" she asked.
"I'll come by your office to pick you up, and I'll let you know then," I told her. It's always interesting having a conversation with someone that is slowly fucking you. I slid my hand up her thighs, slowly pushing her skirt up until her bald pussy was exposed. I put my thumb on her clit and started moving it around, to Becky's obvious appreciation.
"Hey, your pussy is still smooth. Does a waxing last this long?" I asked.
"Mostly, sir," Becky breathed at me, "but I've been shaving it every morning to make sure. I know you like it smooth."
"Just like a little girl's," I said. "Are you my little girl?"
"Oh, yes sir, I'm your naughty little girl! Your bad little girl!," and with that she was cumming. Seeing her face, and feeling her jerking around on top of me put me over the edge as well.
After a few minutes of resting, Becky lifted her pussy off my cock and rested her pussy on my crotch. I could feel our juices leaking on me, and I told her so.
"I know, sir, but I promise I'll clean it up. If I don't let them drip out a little it will make a mess of my clothes. And I don't want to get off of you just yet and go to the bathroom."
Becky stayed on me for a few minutes, but then realized she had to leave for work. So she climbed off and surveyed my cock. It was quite messy. "Mmmmm, breakfast," she said, and started cleaning me off with her tongue. She looked up at me and said, "I love cleaning you off sir, but I keep getting hair in my mouth. Would you mind if I shaved you?"
I thought about it as she finished up and said, "OK, but no waxing - I'm not nearly as brave as you. And I am annoyed enough having to shave my face, so if you start this, it is your responsibility to keep me smooth. And you'd better be careful! I wouldn't want him out of commission."
"Neither would I, sir!" she replied.
"Then you can start this weekend. Now go to work," I told her.
"Yes, sir," she said, and gave me a big kiss before going off to work.
At work I realized that I had been having much more relaxing, enjoyable days since I'd been starting the day off right. A blow job and a fuck beat a cup of coffee any day! But I had plans for lunch, so I went to the corner deli and got Becky a soup and sandwich. I went over to her building, and wandered into her office.
When I walked into her office, she was in a discussion with a co-worker, a tall brunette. When she saw me she almost ran over and gave me a big kiss. "Oh, you're here already, sir!" Becky said. "I wasn't expecting you yet." She turned to her co-worker and said, "Sorry, Rachel, we'll have to finish this later. I've got a lunch date."
After Rachel left, Becky asked, "Where are we going for lunch?"
I had Becky sit at her desk and said, "You will be eating this lovely sandwich at your desk. And I will be eating my lovely Becky under the desk."
"But, sir..." Becky started nervously. Then she got a wicked grin on her face, pushed herself away from the desk and let me climb under. She wiggled her skirt up, and rolled herself back under the desk. I heard her open her lunch as I moved my face between her legs and started my lunch. I figured she deserved at least a half hour for lunch, so I started nice and slow.
I licked all around her lips and thighs, staying away from her clit for the moment. Then I pulled her to the edge of her chair and started taking long licks up, starting at her asshole and going all the way to her clit, letting my tongue slip deeply into her pussy on each stroke. At the end of each stroke, I took my head away for a moment and then started at the bottom again. I loved drinking her juices, and I was getting a large serving from her today.
I was about to attack her clit when I heard her door open. Someone started to come in and then realized that Becky was in the office. "Oh, I'm sorry Becky," I heard. "I just needed the Banyan file and Rachel said you had gone out to lunch."
"That's OK. I'm just eating my lunch at my desk. You can get the file." The last word was a bit strained as I let my tongue swipe at her clit. I then moved it very slowly, barely touching around the outside of her pussy lips.
"Are you OK, Becky?" the intruder asked. "You look a bit flushed."
"I'm fine," Becky said. But she was not fine; she was quickly approaching an orgasm.
"Here it is. Thanks, Becky," said the stranger.
"Can you close the door behind you?" Becky asked. "I think I'll rest a bit after I finish lunch."
"Sure," came the reply, and I heard the door close. As the door closed I grabbed Becky's clit between my teeth and buried two fingers in her cunt. She squeaked as she came, juices pouring out onto my face.
I pushed her chair back and knelt up to kiss her. "Oh, sir, that was so hot. I think she suspected! And look at the mess I made of your face." With that, Becky proceeded to lick my face clean.
"If you think it was hot getting eaten in your office, wait for what's next. Go lock your door, then bend over your desk." I couldn't tell if Becky was scared but excited, or excited but scared as she did what I told her. I raised her skirt and lowered my zipper.
I submerged my cock in her from behind, and Becky shoved her fist in her mouth to restrain her groan. I moved my cock in and out slowly and ran my hands around her ass, running my finger down her ass crack and around her puckered hole. "God, I wish I had thought to bring something so that I could fuck this delicious looking ass of yours," I told her.
Becky turned her head to look at me and said, "You can, sir."
"I can what?" I asked.
"You can fuck my ass, sir."
"I didn't bring any K-Y, and I think it would be a little painful without," I said.
She just looked at me, her eyes half closed, and said, "But sir, every morning I now clean myself out and grease myself up so that you can take me if you want. I am still lubricated, and you should feel free to use me as you want."
I pulled out of her, turned her over, and asked, "Who are you, and what have you done with my Becky?"
Becky giggled and said, "It's me, sir, but I am going to prove to you that you can never do better with anyone else. By the time this month is over you won't even be able to imagine how life could be better without me." And with that, she reached up and gave me a tonsil-clearing kiss. Then she flipped back over and said, "Now fuck you little slut's ass!"
Remember what I've said about not turning down a woman in need? I buried my cock into her in one stroke, and true to her word, she was well lubricated. "Oh, sir, I'm going to have to start bringing a gag to work, because I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep quiet. Please cover my mouth for me!"
So with my cock buried in her ass, I grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled her head back, and moved my other hand to cover her mouth, stopping on the way to squeeze a nipple. Then I started pounding into her, though I was careful not to let my body slap on her ass too noisily. Becky did a fair job of being quiet, though my hand did muffle quite a few groans and grunts, and a few of my grunts got out as well.
As I started to get close, I leaned over, took my hand off her mouth and said, "You've been such a good slut today, so I'm going to let you choose. Where do you want me to cum?"
"Oh, sir, in my mouth, please!" she responded.
"Right from your ass?" I asked.
"I cleaned it out this morning. Please. Cum in my mouth!" she said.
So after fucking my cock a few more times into her delightfully tight ass, I pulled out and Becky knelt on the floor and took the head of my cock in her mouth as I started feeding her dessert.
After I was done, she licked my cock clean. She made a little face and said, "I guess I could still taste myself a little, but frankly the lubricant tasted worse. I'm going to have to buy some flavored lubricant."
I couldn't help but laugh, and I said, "You do that. Have I mentioned that you are amazing?"
"Yes, sir, but keep saying it!" she replied with a grin.
We straightened up our clothes and the desk. I was getting ready to leave when I sniffed the air and said, "You might want to open a window, or people will know what was up in here."
Becky opened her mouth and covered it with her hand. "But sir, the windows don't open."
"Well then, I guess you shouldn't have too many meetings in here," I said with a wink.
"Thank you for lunch, sir. It was the best lunch I've had in... probably forever. Please come again any time!"
"Want to walk me to the door, or should I show myself out?" I asked her.
She sank in her chair and said, "Would you mind showing yourself out. I am completely beat and would like to rest for a few minutes."
"Sure," I said. I gave her a kiss, told her I loved her, and left her office.
Just outside I passed Rachel and another woman. They both looked surprised and Rachel said, "I thought you had left! Joan said that Becky was eating lunch alone in her office."
"No," I said, "I was eating with her. See you ladies." As I reached the door, I saw that Rachel and (I presume) Joan were heading over to Becky's office.
When I got home tonight, Becky was in the kitchen. She was nude, except for an apron, and she was cooking some sort of pasta for dinner. When she saw me come in she ran over and kissed me quickly. "I'm sorry I can't kiss you more, sir, but I have to keep stirring."
"That's fine, I'm going to change," I said.
After I changed, I went out and helped Becky finish dinner and set the table. When we sat down to eat (before which Becky removed her apron), I asked her how the rest of her day went.
"Interesting," she replied, blushing.
"Details, please," I asked.
"Well, after you left Rachel and Joan came into my office," she started.
"Joan was the person that walked in on us?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. Rachel asked my why we didn't go out for lunch, and I told her that you had brought me lunch. She asked if you had brought lunch for you too, but I told her you didn't. She said, 'so he didn't eat', and I said, 'he did'. The Joan said, 'that's what that smell is! You slut, you got a nooner.'
"Oh, sir! I was so embarrassed and so turned on again at the same time. But they were both really nice; they told me how jealous they were, and that next time I should tell them and they wouldn't disturb me. Sir, I told them, 'That's OK, I think he liked it better being disturbed.' I couldn't believe that I said that to them!
"They teased me for a bit longer, and then we all went back to work."
"Mmmmm, very nice. Have I mentioned that you are one sexed up lady?" I asked her.
"No, sir, but I try," she responded with a smile.
"So that was all the excitement for the day? How was your workout?" I asked.
"Well, not quite all the excitement. Jamie called during the day and talked about dinner tomorrow night. Then she asked me what depraved things you made me do today. I told her that you had brought me lunch, and had me for lunch. She couldn't believe that I done that in the office, but I could tell it was making her hot. Before she hung up I told her, 'I bet you'll be wishing it were you when you play with yourself tonight.' She shrieked at me that I am so bad, but I bet she does. I bet she is at home right now playing with herself thinking about it."
"Why don't you call her and see?" I asked.
"Oh, that is such a good idea, sir!" she said, and rushed to the phone.
She made the call and said, "Hi Jamie, what are you doing?"
I only heard the one side of the conversation.
"You seem pretty out of breath for someone just eating dinner. Are you sure you are not thinking about eating lunch? Or someone eating you for lunch?"
"I may be bad, but tell me with a straight face that you were just eating dinner. Tell me what you are wearing eating dinner?"
"You know what I'm wearing - nothing at all. It's all I'm allowed!"
"Oh, I don't wear that skirt all the time! And you never answered my question. What are you wearing? What are you doing?"
"I knew it! You say you don't understand how I do it, but you are soooo hot thinking about it."
"You are such a liar. I'll tell you what. Tomorrow when you come over we're going to have a normal dinner. If, at the end of dinner, your pussy is soaked, you have to do a task I tell you to!"
"I am not a slut. OK, maybe I am, but still..."
"What makes you think I'd let you fuck him? And no, I won't do anything to you either. I'll just give you a job to do. It won't involve anyone but you."
"Then I'll take you out to dinner this weekend at the restaurant of your choosing, but I know you, you tramp. But you'll never win."
"OK, go back to your 'dinner'. I'll see you tomorrow night. Bye."
"So, did you enjoy that?" I asked.
"Oh, yes I did, sir. The little tramp was diddling herself! And she tried to deny it. She got so hot thinking about what you did to me. I can't wait till tomorrow."
"And what are we doing tomorrow? Are you planning a show?" I asked.
"No, sir. You should treat me just as you would if she wasn't here. It will drive her insane!"
"OK, honey. I'm glad you're having fun," I said. "Now how about the gym? How was that?"
"It was good. I did all the exercises Nelly gave me. It still exhausts me, but I feel good afterwards," she told me.
"And was Nelly or Veronica there?" I asked.
"Nelly wasn't," she replied, "but Veronica was. She seemed to be avoiding me, though. What did you say to her last time?"
"I just told her the price for having you. Maybe she doesn't want to pay that much," I told her.
"My price! Am I a whore, now?" Becky cried.
"Do you want to be my whore?" I asked.
Becky came over and sat in my lap. "I'd rather be your slut, sir."
"Well, what if I wanted you to be my whore? What if I found someone that would pay good money for a night with you? Then what would you do?" I asked.
Becky was quiet for a moment and then said, "If you want to sell me, I'll be your whore, sir."
"Well, don't worry about it yet, pet," I said, "I wasn't talking about money with Veronica, and I don't really think she'd want to do what I asked, and even if she did, I don't think I'd be willing to let her do what she wants with you."
"Oh, thank you sir, for taking care of me," Becky said, putting her face into my neck. "Is there some way I can repay you?"
"I think you've done enough today!" I said. "I'm only human, you know, and if we don't slow down just a little, my dick might fall off."
"It better not!" cried Becky. "I need it."
"Don't worry. Just come to bed with me."
We went to bed and I spooned her. I did need a break, and I loved the feeling of just laying in bed with her. Tomorrow I would get a report from Nelly on how she was doing, and we would have Jamie over for dinner. It should be an interesting day.
Chapter 5
Wednesday - Day 5
On Wednesday, I woke up a little early. I heard Becky puttering around the bathroom, getting ready for work. I remained in bed, resting. Becky came out all ready to go to work, except for one thing of course. I didn't let her know I was awake as she came up to me. She took the covers off me, but before she could start my morning blowjob, I grabbed her and threw her on the bed.
Becky shrieked in surprise as I grabbed her skirt and pulled it up, burying my face in her pussy. Becky quickly stopped resisting and started moaning. I licked her pussy and stuck a finger in her cunt and then another in her ass. I brought her to orgasm, but I would not stop till I brought her off again.
After she came the second time, I moved up and kissed her. When her breathing returned to normal, she said, "Thank you for that, sir."
I responded, "If you recall, I said that I would do things for myself. Well, I happen to really enjoy eating you; your taste, your reaction, your movements. Believe me when I say that it was for my pleasure!"
"Well, now let me pleasure you some more," said Becky, as she tried going down on me. I would not let her.
"Not this morning," I told her. "I had my pleasure this morning; I'll save the rest for tonight. Plus, if you keep making me cum as much as you do, I think my balls will fall off."
Becky snuggled into me and said, "As you wish, sir, but can I at least clean your face off?" She then proceeded to do so, with her tongue.
"You seem to be enjoying the taste of pussy," I said.
"Well, it's growing on me. I certainly don't mind it," Becky responded.
"Just your own?" I asked.
"I don't know yet, sir," she replied. "I haven't tried anyone else's, have I?"
When I was clean, and I had snuggled with her a little more, I sent her off to work.
It was a fairly normal day at work, except for the anticipation of tonight. It would be, for the most part, Becky's show. She had asked me to act as if it was a normal night for us, and I was willing to comply.
When I got home, Becky met me at the door with a big hug and a tonsil-cleaning kiss. It looked like she had been cooking for a while.
"Jamie will be here in about an hour," she said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Can I get you a drink or a snack?"
"A drink would be nice. Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"Oh no, sir. I want to do this myself. You just relax," she said.
"OK," I said. "Is there anything else I should know about tonight?"
"Not really, sir," Becky told me. "From the perspective of how you treat me, I think that you should treat tonight as if we were home alone. I want Jamie to see what it's like to be me now."
"So if I get horny during dinner, I can have you lie over the table, grease up your ass, and give you a good ass-fuck in front of Jamie?" I asked.
"Well, that might be a bit much, sir. I was thinking of just having you treat me as normal, but without the overt sex. Of course, if you want to, I would not dream of stopping you. I would just like to point out, once again, that there is no need to grease me up, sir."
Have I mentioned how much I love the new Becky?
"And what you want to get out of tonight?" I asked. "Why are you doing this? What are you hoping to accomplish in the long term. And Becky, be honest."
Becky thought about this for a minute or two, and then said, "Well, sir, I am not 100% sure I know myself. One thing is to show her my new life, because I really want her to accept it. I think that when she sees how much I am enjoying this, she will.
"Another thing is to turn her on. She says that she doesn't understand how I could let you treat me this way, but I think that she really does understand, maybe so much so that she is afraid of it. I think that by the end of tonight she will be at home frigging herself mercilessly, wishing that it were she here instead of me.
"I've also been thinking about her and you, sir, and I think it would really turn me on to watch you fucking her. I know that doesn't seem possible, and a few weeks ago I would have left you in an instant if I thought you were making a play for her, but the last few days have really opened my eyes.
"I actually sat at work today, picturing Jamie bent over the couch while you fucked her from behind. And I have to admit that I thought about sucking your cum out of her. I can't believe it myself; I've never even been with a woman before, but I was turned on by it."
"So you want to treat her like Christine," I asked.
"No, sir," she replied. "I don't really know Christine that well, and I liked controlling her. But I've known Jamie all my life. She is my best friend. I don't really want to control her, and I wouldn't want to be controlled by her, but I wouldn't mind sharing you with her. I think it would be so hot, and I think that after she got over her initial reluctance and shock, she would think so too."
"So what are you looking for out of this," I asked? "A one night stand? Something longer?"
"I'm not sure. Everything is still a blur to me, and I guess I am just playing it by ear. I just want to take it a step at a time. Is that OK, sir?" she asked.
"Well, you seem to have a pretty good ear, so I'll play along for now," I told her.
Becky continued preparing dinner and setting the table, while I talked to her about our respective days and admired her body. She was wearing an apron to protect herself while she cooked, but watching her bend over to get a bowl out of a bottom cabinet was a definite treat.
As it was getting close to the time for Jamie to arrive, Becky started to go change. "What will you be changing into?" I asked.
"I only have the skirt," she said.
"I think you should wear something different today," I told her. "Come here."
I then proceeded to fold down the apron and tie it around her. When I was done, she had the apron going from her hips town to just below her pussy. The back, or course, was just the tie string, leaving her ass exposed, and her sexy tits were out for all to see as well.
Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on the door. Becky got all excited and said, "I'll get it, you just stay here," and started towards the door.
"Becky," I said. "Come here, now."
Becky looked startled as I kissed her, then swung her around and gave her ass one very hard slap. "Remember, Becky, who is in charge here."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I'll be good." As she went to the door, I could see a red handprint already forming on her ass.
Becky opened the door, and greeted Jamie with a kiss on the cheek. Jamie looked a little uncomfortable with Becky's dress, or lack of it, as she came in. Becky took the bottle of wine that Jamie gave her and brought it to the kitchen. I saw Jamie looking at Becky's ass as she walked away.
I went over and greeted Jamie with a quick hug and a kiss on her cheek. She seemed a little uncomfortable around me as well, maybe even a little scared. I was somewhat unsure how this night would end up; perhaps Becky was pushing too hard.
Jamie was dressed in a pale blue blouse and a knee length white skirt. Her makeup was tasteful and she was wearing a nice, light perfume. We chitchatted for a few moments till we heard Becky.
"Hey, Jamie, can you come in here a second?" Becky asked from the kitchen. Jamie went over, and Becky talked to her in a soft voice, though it was loud enough for me to hear.
"I was wrong," Becky said to Jamie. "You can't be wearing underwear."
"What?" said Jamie, also in a low voice, glancing over at me. "Why not? I'm not his slave, too."
"You wish!" Becky replied, causing Jamie to blush even more. "And neither am I, yet. But it would be disrespectful for you to disobey a rule while you are my guest. He won't do anything to you, but I might be punished. So please, just take off your panties."
"But..." Jamie started, but seemed unable to finish. She looked at Becky for a moment longer, then reached up under her skirt and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them, and started to put them in her bag, but Becky stopped her.
"No, you wore them into his house, so they are now his," Becky said, and she took the panties from Jamie and walked over and handed them to me. I looked at her, and then looked at Jamie. She had her head down and was blushing furiously. I put the moist piece of my cloth into my pocket and said, "I think we should sit down for dinner."
"OK," Becky said, "you guys sit down and I'll bring the food in." We sat and talked about inconsequential topics throughout the meal. Becky kept getting up to serve us, and each time I enjoyed looking at her ass. I noticed that Jamie was not shy about looking either.
During the main course, Becky was refilling our cups when she spilled the contents of my cup right into my lap. I jumped up, and she apologized profusely, trying to help me clean off. I told her to clean the mess by the table, while I went and changed. After I came back, Becky apologized again. I sat down and we finished the main course.
Becky asked, "Is everyone ready for dessert?"
"Not quite," I said. "Why don't we go into the living room first? There is something we need to take care of."
I went and sat on the couch, while Jamie sat in a chair across from me. "You," I said to Becky, "sit on the floor here," pointing in front of me. Becky sat in the correct position, and I continued, "I am not happy with your behavior tonight. Do you know what you did wrong?"
"I spilled your drink on you, sir," Becky said.
"That's correct, and for that you will get five spanks." I heard Jamie gasp. "What else did you do wrong?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, sir," she replied.
"When Jamie came in, you gave her the impression that I would punish you for her wearing panties. You know very well that I would not punish you for anyone else's action. You embarrassed her of your own volition and made it seem like it was my doing. So you will be punished for your actions, with fifteen more spanks. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she responded.
"And before we begin, you need to apologize to Jamie," I told her.
Becky crawled over to Jamie and took her hands. She looked up at Jamie and said, "I'm sorry, Jamie. It was me that wanted you without panties, not him. I'm sorry I embarrassed you. I hope you can forgive me."
Jamie looked at me, then down at Becky, nervously. "I guess it's OK," she said.
"I'd like to correct something Becky said," I told Jamie. "I wanted you without panties, as well. But I am not in a position to require that of you, so I would not have asked. Would you like them back?"
Jamie looked at me for a moment, and then said, "That's OK, I guess I'm used to it already. Why don't you keep them?" She smiled shyly at me.
"Go get the paddle, Becky," I said. Becky went to the bedroom and came back holding the paddle. "Over my lap," I said.
Becky spread herself across my lap, and presented her ass to me. "How many do you get?" I asked.
"Twenty with the paddle, sir," she replied.
"No," I said. "Spilling the drink just deserves my hand. Five spanks with my hand and then fifteen whacks with the paddle. Count." I started with my hand, and laid five hard ones across her ass. Then I took the paddle and started with it, slowly. By the time I got to five with the paddle, Becky was sobbing and squirming. By the time I got to ten, she was raising her ass to meet the paddle.
I looked across at Jamie, and she was squeezing her thighs together and breathing heavily as well. I slowly gave the last five, with each one hearing Becky's grunts and moans. When I finished, Becky said, "Please, sir. Please touch me. Please make me come."
I looked up at Jamie and said, "I don't know Becky. I think that might make Jamie uncomfortable, and a guest should not be made uncomfortable. I won't do it unless it is OK with Jamie."
Becky turned to look at Jamie and said, "Please, Jamie. Tell him it's OK?"
I gave Becky's ass another hard swat. "You will not coerce her," I said. "If it is OK with her, you can come. Otherwise, you will wait."
"I'm sorry, sir," Becky said. "I'm sorry Jamie. Please, just tell me. Would you mind if he made me cum? It would only take a few seconds."
Jamie looked at us. To me it seemed that she was ready to cum as well. She kept looking at me, then Becky, then Becky's ass, then back to me. After a minute she whispered, "It's OK with me."
Becky shrieked, "Thank you! Thank you so much, Jamie! Please, sir. She says it's OK." So I reached between her legs and touched her clit lightly, but that is all that it took, and she wailed as she went off. During her orgasm I plunged two fingers into her and played around the outside of her asshole with my thumb. Becky stayed rigid for about thirty seconds, and then collapsed across my lap breathing like she had just finished a marathon.
I let her lie there for a few minutes to recover, shifting my gaze between Becky's red ass and Jamie's flushed face. Not quite the same color red, but not too far off. When I felt enough time had passed, I raised my fingers to my mouth and cleaned them off, while Jamie stared at me. "Anyone else ready for dessert?" I asked. Jamie flushed again and dropped her gaze, while Becky said, "I'll get dessert at the table for you, sir."
We went back to the table and had a delicious dessert, though I preferred my pre-dessert. None of us talked about the spanking, instead concentrating on innocuous discussions about plans for the weekend. After dessert Becky asked Jamie if she wanted to stay and watch a movie, but she declined, saying she really needed to turn in.
As Jamie was preparing to leave, Becky said, "One more thing, Jamie. We had a little bet. I think I won."
Jamie said, "But what if I say that you are wrong?"
"Then I'd say I have to check for myself," said Becky.
Jamie flushed again and said, "You won." Then she paused for a moment, looked at me, and said to Becky, "But maybe you'd better check for yourself to make sure."
Becky grinned at me, and then went over to Jamie. "Thank you for coming. It was a fabulous evening," and she gave Jamie a hug and a kiss on her cheek, and at the same time, slipped a hand under her skirt and between her legs. Jamie's eyes closed and she sighed loudly. They stayed like that for about 20 seconds before Becky broke the hug. Jamie leaned against the wall, keeping her eyes closed.
"You're right," Becky said, "I did win."
"What do you want from me?" Jamie asked, her eyes still closed, her tongue licking her lips.
"Well, you already know that he likes the women in this apartment to not wear panties. You probably don't know that he also likes them to have shaved pussies. So before you come over and visit next time, I want you to shave your little pussy completely bald. Will you do that for me?"
Jamie opened her eyes and looked at Becky, then me. "Sure," she said. "A bet is a bet. Thank you both for having me over." She looked at me and said, "It was certainly an eye opening experience for me."
"Come again any time," I said. Jamie muttered something, and it sounded like, "I need to cum once, first," but I couldn't be sure. She then took her stuff and walked to the door. "Thanks again," she said, and as she was walking out she whirled around, grabbed Becky and gave her a big kiss on the lips, tongue and all. Then she whirled the other way and ran off.
Becky closed the door and turned around to me, her eyes blazing. "Well, as Jamie said, a bet is a bet," I told her. "You had her panties off within five minutes, so you get to pick the position to get fucked in right now."
Becky practically ran over to the table and bent over it. "Like this, sir, from behind. And please, spank me while you fuck me."
As I was ripping off my clothes, I asked, "Cunt or ass?"
"Both," she replied. "Start in my cunt, and when I tell you, I want you to pull out and do my ass. Don't do it slowly. Don't be gentle. Slam it into my ass and don't stop fucking until you cum!"
I believe I mentioned before about my response to a desperate woman, and Becky seemed about as desperate as I've ever seen her. She was sopping wet and I slipped in easily and started sawing away with my cock.
"Spank me," she reminded me, so I obliged. Her ass was still very red, so I didn't have to hit her very hard to get the effect. She came on my first spank, and kept on coming. After the third or fourth orgasm, she yelled, "My ass, do my ass!" I pulled out, and was so excited I missed her asshole the first time, but I quickly corrected and, as she requested, I rammed it in to the hilt. She was so tight, but well lubricated as promised. She was gasping and moaning, and no doubt waking the neighbors. She would not stop coming, and I could not tell if it was ten orgasms, or a single long one.
I finally told her I was going to cum, and she cried, "Yes! Cum in my ass, sir!" I did, and then collapsed on top of her. As my cock softened in her ass, she kept twitching and moaning and, I believe, coming. She was barely coherent, so I picked her up and carried her to our bed. I could feel our cum dribbling out of her as I carried her. I put her in the bed, then climbed in next to her and hugged her.
"No, sir. I'm not finished, I have to clean you off," she protested.
"Not this time. This time you lie here and go to sleep. I can take care of it in the morning. I wanted to have her call Jamie and see what she was doing with herself, or to herself, now, but we were both too tired, so we quickly fell asleep, with Becky in my arms.
Chapter 6
Thursday - Day 6
I woke up to a nice feeling on my cock on Thursday morning, but it was not Becky's tongue, it was a warm washcloth. Becky saw that I was awake and said, "I'm sorry, sir, bit it was left a real mess from last night, and I just thought I would clean it first."
"That's fine," I said, "but come up here when you are done with the cleaning."
After she was done, moved up on top of me, and I started kissing her and making out with her. I enjoyed it for a while and said, "No blow job is necessary, this morning. Kissing you is enough."
"But, sir," she said, "When I don't give you a blow job in bed I miss the taste of your cum in my mouth all morning long. If you don't mind, sir, I would love to have you cum in my mouth!"
"The things I have to do for you," I sighed. "Fine, you can blow me, but it had better be a good job!"
She smiled mischievously at me and asked, "When is it ever not?" as she sank my cock into her mouth. And she was right; I could remember a bad blow job from her. She sucked and licked for about fifteen minutes, slowing down every time I felt like I was going to come, until finally she took me deep in her mouth and sucked hard while moving her tongue around until I came in her mouth.
Now I don't know about you, but I am always torn when getting a blow job. On the one hand, I want it to feel amazing and hard from start to finish. On the other hand, I want it to last for a really long time, something that is just not possible when I am getting a world class blow job. So in some respects, it drove me crazy when Becky slowed down every few minutes, yet it prolonged the pleasure so I was happy about it. In any event, I let Becky drive, and she made me explode.
Afterwards I kissed her and she went off to work, as I went to mine.
When I got home from work, I was reminded of a joke I had seen out of the fifties. Becky greeted me at the door wearing only the apron, with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face.
"How may I serve you, sir?" she asked.
"What were you doing before I got home?" I responded.
"Just catching up on some reading," she said.
"Well, I have a few things to do now, so keep reading, but when I am done we will sit and talk about our day," I told her.
"OK, sir," Becky acknowledged. "Some interesting things happened today."
"I can't wait to hear about them," I told her. I gave her a kiss, and went off to my computer. I spent the next half hour quickly editing the images captured by the video camera in the living room. I got rid of some of the repetitive shots of Becky wandering around cleaning and reading (though I kept some; she looked delicious). I then took a selection of the last few days and cued it up.
I turned on the TV and muted it so that we could talk. I went to the couch where Becky was and said, "Sit on my lap facing the television so that we can watch as we talk about the interesting things that happened to you today."
"OK, sir," Becky said, climbing on my lap facing the television. "What will we be watching?"
"Home movies," I replied, turning on the video.
"Oh my god!" Becky screamed. "I can't believe that I forgot there was a camera on the whole time!"
The video started just a little bit before the dinner yesterday, though I had cut out some of the slower parts. "Now tell me what was so interesting today," I told her.
"Well, sir, I got a couple of interesting calls today," Becky started. "First, Jamie called to talk about last night. She apologized for getting me spanked. I told her that I was the one that was sorry, and that it should have been quite evident at the time that I didn't mind at all.
"Then I asked her if she was OK with the way the night went. She said that she was a little shaken, but she realized that it made me happy. We talked about how I would act around our friends, and I told her that they are just going to have to get used to the new me.
"Sir, she invited us out tomorrow night, with a bunch of our friends. She said if I was serious about this, I should be around them. I'm not sure if she thinks I'll act differently around them, or she really wants me to do this, but I'd like to go."
"Well, what do you think?" I asked. "How will you behave around them?"
"I think I will be little uncomfortable, sir," she replied. "I know how I want to act, which is like your obedient little slut. But when I am there with our friends, I don't know how I will react if you ask me to do something really out there."
"Well don't worry too much," I said. "I'm nervous about this too, and they are my friends as well. I won't push too hard this time." Becky looked relieved and a little grateful.
"Of course you'll be wearing different clothes then they might be used to," I went on, "and who knows who will get a peek at that lovely bare puss of yours, but I won't bend you over the pool table and spank your ass in front of all our friends."
The whole time that Becky was talking she was on my lap facing away from me. I was running my hands up and down her body, occasionally brushing a nipple or running my fingers up and down her wet slit. When I finished my last statement, she shivered. I put two fingers into her cunt and said, "Or perhaps you'd like that? Bent over a pool table? Skirt pulled up. Legs spread. Bare pussy visible to everyone in the room. Friends all around. Strangers. Men. Women. Your cunt dripping juices onto the floor. Your ass red and marked with hand prints. I'll bet if I did that you would come without me even touching you, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would!" Becky cried, as she came in my lap. I took my fingers out of her and licked them off, as she calmed down.
"A nice fantasy, I think, but not something that will happen tomorrow night," I told her.
"Thank you, sir. I don't know how I could face my friends if they ever saw me like that," Becky replied.
"Well, I didn't say that they would never see you like that," I said with a smile. "Just not tomorrow night."
"Oh, sir!" was Becky's only response.
"So what else happened today?" I asked her.
"Well, Jamie did ask if she could come over and go to dinner with us. I'm not sure why, but I'm happy to have her spend more time with us, sir," Becky told me.
"The more time to indoctrinate her?" I asked.
"Oh please, sir!" Becky said. "Like you can tell me the thought her eating me out while you are fucking her doesn't turn you on? Or she and I in a 69 while you are fucking one of us? Or me eating your cum out of her pussy?"
"Well, if you put it that way!" I said. "You know a three way is every man's fantasy. A three way with two submissive girls is even better. But I don't know if I could survive two of you!"
"You don't give yourself enough credit, sir," Becky said. "Plus, if you do poop out, we always have each other to entertain ourselves with." She smiled and turned her head to kiss me.
After the kiss I had Becky get up, and I took my clothes off, and had Becky do the same. Becky, wearing just the apron, did not have much to take off. I resumed my seat, and Becky got on my lap again, still facing the TV. This time, however, I had her sink her hot, slick cunt over my cock, which, given the previous conversation, was hard as could be.
Becky tried to fuck me, but I held her down. "Slowly. Just move a little. I want to enjoy the movie, the conversation, and your pussy, for a while still. What else happened today?"
The movie on the TV was up to the part where Becky was getting her spanking. There was a good view of Jamie as well, and she definitely was turned on.
"Jamie also asked me what happened after she left," Becky continued. "I told her I wouldn't tell her till she told me what she did after she left. She said she just went home and went to bed, so I told her we did the same. She told me she didn't believe me, and I told her ditto.
"So she said, 'OK, I went home and I jilled off like crazy. As soon as I got back to my place I jumped into bed, even before I got my clothes off, and then I masturbated till I came. Then I took my clothes off, got out a toy, and did it again. I came so hard that it was exhausting! I actually fell asleep with my toy still in me. And I am being completely honest, I didn't even wait till I got home. I played with myself a little in the cab on the ride back. I felt so dirty!'
"I told her 'You see how nice it is to feel dirty?' and she agreed with me! Then she asked me about what we did after she left. Sir, I told her about the bet. I apologized to her again that I had embarrassed her to win a bet, but all she did was laugh, and tell me that I owed her one. Then I told her how you paid up, and she said that what I'd have to do to repay her would be to help her get with someone that would give her was an orgasm as good as the one that I had! I don't know how I could possibly deliver that, sir! Unless, of course," and she smiled at me as she ground her pussy on me, "she lets you at her!"
"And you as well?" I asked.
"Wouldn't that turn you on?" she laughed, squeezing me tight with her cunt walls.
"So how did you describe your winnings?" I asked.
"I told her I threw myself on the table and begged you to fuck me. I told her how I had you spank me. I told her how I came and came. I told her how I had you ram my ass. And how I came some more! Just like I'm doing now!"
Becky was no longer slowly moving on my cock. Between the stories she was telling, and the pictures on the screen, which vividly depicted what she was saying, she had starting humping up and down on me. Her fingers were on her clit, and she came as she told me the story. After her cum, she tried to keep going, but I grabbed her hands away from her clit and held her down. I didn't want to cum yet. Well, I did, but I also wanted to enjoy her more.
After a minute or two she relaxed. I told her to continue her story.
"Well, after I told her about it, sir," Becky said, "I was so hot that I just had to do something! So I told her, 'I'm sorry, but I have to do this', and I got myself off. It just took a minute, but Jamie was scandalized. She couldn't believe I had done that in my office, while she was on the phone. I told her that's not even close to the wildest thing I'd done, or had done to me, in my office. She wanted me to tell her, but I wouldn't. I told her that I'd tell her another time.
"I asked her if she was playing with herself, and she said 'No!' but I think she protested just a bit much. Anyway, at that point I had to go clean up, so I told her good-bye. Just before she hung up she said, 'Now I have to go to the bathroom and take care of something', and then she hung up. I know what she had to take care of, sir," and Becky demonstrated by squeezing my cock as she rocked up and down on me.
"Is that the interesting stuff that happened?" I asked.
"Only one of them, sir," she replied. My life has gotten a bit weird this week. I had two other bizarre conversations today."
"With whom?" I asked.
"Well," she replied, "the first was with Rachel, in my office. She was even friendlier than normal. She seemed to be probing a bit about our relationship. She's got a boyfriend, but I get the impression that he is not as adventurous as she'd like.
"I think that what we did in my office turned her on a lot, and she wanted to hear more about the kinds of things we do. I get the feeling she wants to live vicariously through me. But we didn't really get into a lot of details yet. I'm not sure how to handle it."
"Well, will talking to her hurt your work relationship?" I asked.
"Not really, though she could spread nasty rumors about me, but she doesn't seem the type," Becky replied.
"Well, why don't you arrange for drinks one night next week, a girl's night out, and you can see if you feel more or less comfortable talking to her," I told her.
"OK, sir," Becky said, "I'll do that. Do you know one thing she told me? She has pierced nipples!"
"Did she show them to you?" I asked.
"No you pervert!" Becky said.
"And do you think I should get your nipples pierced?" I asked, squeezing her nipples hard.
"Oh, I don't know sir!" she said, starting to rotate her hips faster again.
"You know if I did," I said, "I'd get a leash to attach them to, so that I could lead you around by your tits. Maybe I'd cut little slits in a shirt and connect the leash outside, and take you around town like that. How would that be?"
Becky reached up with her hand and put it around the back of my head as she stretched her body out. I kept pulling on her nipples as she slammed her body onto my cock. She screamed as she came. It took everything I had not to cum in her right there, but I wanted more.
I made her stop moving again after she came. The video on the TV had long since run out. She took a few minutes again to relax.
"I believe that you said there was one other interesting conversation," I said.
"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "I got a call from Christine."
"Oh, really, and what happened on that call?" I asked.
"Well, the first thing I asked her was, 'Ready to give up that sweet, sweet ass?' but she said 'NO!' I asked what she called for and she was just wondering if I would be coming in soon, or if I wanted to have lunch with her. Sir, I think she has it bad."
"Has what bad?" I asked.
"She wants me," Becky said. "She wants me a lot. She wants me to take her."
"For such a submissive little girl, you really seem to be getting excited about controlling Christine," I observed.
"Don't worry, sir," Becky reassured. "I'll always be submissive to you. But I get wet thinking about doing to her what you do to me!"
I thrust up into her, and she groaned. "Do you mean you want to fuck her?" I asked.
"Sir," Becky replied, "I think I want to do everything to her."
"So how did you leave it with her?" I asked.
"I told her, 'Since you won't give up your ass for him, I'm not sure I can meet with you. I'll check with him and see.' Sir, when I said that, my door wasn't closed, and Rachel was just walking by. She stopped and looked in at me for a minute before going on!"
"Something else to talk to her about when you go out, I guess," I told her.
"And what about Christine?" Becky asked. "Should I meet with her?"
"Sure," I replied. "Get her even hotter for you. Why don't you let her take you out for lunch on Saturday? And make sure she pays for the privilege!"
"OK, sir, I will," Becky replied.
By this point, I felt as if I had waited long enough. "Time for the bedroom," I said. I had her get up, and she started towards the bedroom. I got up as well, but said, "Hold on, my cock is a mess, and I wouldn't want it dripping on the floor on the way to the bedroom."
"Oh, sir! I'm so sorry!" Becky cried, as she raced back and fell to her knees in front of me. She didn't suck my cock at all, instead running her tongue all around till she had cleaned up the last bit of our juices.
Then we went to the bedroom, and I grabbed a toy and laid down on the bed. I had her straddle me, facing my feet once again. "This time, you can ride me as hard as you want," I told her. She started moving her body smoothly up and down my cock.
Having just had her clean off my cock, it was very sexy to see it getting covered in her juices once again. As she moved up and down, I took the dildo I had retrieved and started moving it around her asshole. When she felt that, she froze. I spanked her ass and said, "I didn't tell you to stop!"
She started up again, though more slowly, as I started penetrating her ass with the dildo. It was not a large dildo, but I could feel it pressing against me through the walls of her cunt. She moved up and down slowly, adding a side-to-side motion as well. I held the dildo still for a while, letting her fuck it. Then, I changed up and started removing it on her down stroke and inserting it on her upstroke, a perfect mirror of my cock.
Finally, I started getting really close myself, and I started pounding both the dildo and my cock into her. In just a few seconds I was coming into her. She was very close, but not quite coming yet, so I reached around and squeezed her clit while I kept ramming her ass with the dildo. She actually jumped off of me, dislodging my cock, and fell back onto me, pushing the dildo deeper into her ass, as she shuddered through another orgasm.
We relaxed for a while, and then she rolled over and kissed me with a lot of tongue. "I don't know how you do it, sir," she told me, "but every time is better than the last! If I never had sex again, I would be satisfied!"
"If you never had sex again," I told her, "I would be most dissatisfied! I just hope I can keep making it better for you."
"The same would be just fine!" she replied. Then she crawled down my body and took my limp, slimy cock in her mouth. She spent quite a while cleaning it off, and when she was done it was not quite so limp.
However, by that point I was exhausted and hungry. Neither of us felt like cooking, not even just warming something up in the microwave, so I ordered out for a pizza. Then I went to her drawers and poked around for a minute. I pulled out this sheer lingerie top she had, a black mesh that didn't hide much at all. I handed it to her and said, "Put this on with your white house skirt."
She put them on, and she looked hot. The skirt was so short it barely covered anything. And the top showed both the outline of her breasts as well as her hard nipples. "OK, when the pizza guy comes, you can get the food and pay him," I told her.
"In this?!" she asked.
"Yup, in that! Any problems with that?" I asked her.
"No, sir. And how shall I tip him?" she asked, saucily.
"Well, if it's a guy, offer him a blowjob. If it's a woman, offer to eat her out," I told Becky.
Her mouth dropped open and her expression was stunned. I couldn't help it. I cracked up laughing, pointing to her. "You should see your face! It's priceless!"
She stood there confused, so I said, "Give him five bucks! Although after seeing your sexy body, he should be paying you!" Becky realized that I had been pulling her leg, and she jumped on the bed and started whaling on me, though not to hard.
"I can't believe you did that!" she shrieked, and I grabbed her, flipped her on her back, and kissed her. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and the doorbell rang. Becky got up to go get it, wiggling her ass provocatively as she walked away from me.
As she got to the bedroom door, she looked at me and said quietly, "I would have done it if you had told me to."
"That's my Becky," I thought proudly.
A couple of minutes later Becky came back in with the pizza and some drinks. She was grinning broadly. She stripped her clothes off and sat on the bed with me to eat. She said, "It was a teenage boy. You should have seen his expression. He's probably going to be thinking of me when he wanks off tonight! You should watch the tape later. It was priceless."
"So, did you tip him well?" I asked. Becky had been taking a drink and she spit it all out laughing.
"Not as well as I bet he's wishing I had!" she said.
After we cleaned up the mess and finished our dinner, I took Becky into the shower. We cleaned each other off, along with a lot of touching and playing. Then we went to bed, with me spooning Becky. I was half hard, and she wiggled her ass against my cock, but we both just wanted to sleep.
As I was lying there, on the verge of falling asleep, I realized that exactly one week ago I had attempted to break up with Becky. I could not believe that the person grinding her ass against my cock was the same person that I had broken up with a week ago. I know a week is not a lot of time, but I could not imagine being happier, which was the complete opposite of how I felt just a week ago.
I know that I had changed a lot in the last week. But Becky had changed even more, and by the way she was behaving and reacting, I could not believe that she was just doing this to make me happy. Just as there was a different personality wanting to come out of me, it appeared that there was one lying dormant in Becky as well.
And this just six days into our trial period, I thought as I fell asleep. Another twenty-four days to go.
Chapter 7
Friday - Day 7
Another morning, another wake-up blowjob. This morning, I did not even open my eyes. I simply relaxed and enjoyed Becky's wonderful mouth. Whenever Becky thought that I was asleep, she was amazingly gentle, increasing the pace when I woke up. It took a little while, but I could tell when she realized that I was awake, as she got much more aggressive.
Finally, the inevitable occurred, and I gave her the breakfast treat that she expected. I still had not opened my eyes when she moved up and kissed me. I held her for a while, floating in the pleasant feelings. Unfortunately, it was a workday, and eventually I had to send her on her way and get myself ready for work. At least tomorrow was Saturday, and I could enjoy the morning lazing with Becky in bed.
When I got home, Becky greeted me at the door the same way as yesterday, only today she was completely nude. I stood outside the door for a few minutes, admiring Becky framed in the doorway. It amazed me that with the door open, and the possibility of someone walking by at any moment, Becky still showed a complete lack of self-consciousness. If anything, she appeared to be preening for me.
I walked in and grabbed her. I attached my mouth to hers and wrapped my hands around her. The drink spilled on the floor, but I didn't care. In fact, the thought flitted through my mind that I would quite enjoy watching her on her hands and knees cleaning it up later.
I made out with Becky for quite a while, enjoying her body squirming in mine. Finally, I finished with a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and I closed the door.
"So, how was your day?" I asked.
"It just got a lot better!" she replied.
"Anything interesting happen today?" I inquired.
"Not really," Becky said. "About the only thing interesting was that I set up a lunch with Christine. She's taking me to a really nice place for lunch on Saturday. She wanted to take me out to dinner, but I want to spend that time with you, sir."
"That's sweet," I said. "What time is dinner tonight?"
"Jamie is coming to pick us up in about an hour and a half," Becky told me.
"OK," I said. "Let's go take a shower and I'll help you pick out your clothes."
I washed Becky, and she reciprocated. I used a couple of fingers to ensure that Becky's ass was perfectly clean, outside and in. Also, knowing how sensitive a woman's genitals are to soap, I made sure to lick any soapy residue off of Becky. She reciprocated by rinsing my cock off with her mouth. We both left the shower suitably horny.
When we had dried off, Becky took out a tube with a nozzle on it. "What is that?" I asked.
"Lubricant, sir," Becky replied. "The shower was fun, but probably dried me out. I want to make sure that I am always ready for you." And with that, she reached back and inserted the nozzle in her ass and squeezed the tube. It was a very intimate thing to watch her prepare herself for me.
"You do this every day?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "Every morning I give myself and enema to clean myself out for you. Then I lubricate myself so that I am ready for you."
"Do you enjoy doing that?" I asked.
"Well, it's not like I have an enema fetish," she responded. "I don't enjoy the process that much, but it's like shaving. Even if it is a little annoying, I am doing it for the end result." Becky moved into my arms and gave me a kiss, then continued, "And sir, I love the results when you do my end."
I groaned at that, and then asked, "Is this the same Becky that wouldn't let me near her ass?"
"No, sir, it's not," she replied. "That Becky should be thoroughly punished for denying you, and me, the pleasure of having her ass used."
"Well, before this month is over Becky will be punished for denying both of us the enjoyment that we have had this week," I said. "But not tonight. Tonight we will enjoy a dinner with our friends. Let's go get dressed."
We went back to the bedroom and got dressed. For Becky I picked out one of the outfits we had purchased from Christine. It was purple and short at the bottom and low-cut at the top. This was a dress that she would have to be very careful in, because bending over too far exposed her breasts (no bra, of course), and if she twirled too fast or bent over too far, her pussy would put in an appearance.
This dress was a far cry from anything that Becky would have worn out with our friends before. "How do you feel about wearing this out?" I asked. "The moment you walk into the restaurant wearing this everyone will know that something is up."
"I have to admit that I am anxious about it," Becky said. "But it excites you to see me in it, and that is reason enough to wear it. Plus, this way I won't have to come up with a clever way to show people that our relationship has changed. When they ask me why I'm wearing it, I will just say them that you told me to wear it."
"You do know that in that dress, even if I don't tell you to, it is quite likely that some of them will see more of you then they ever thought they would," I said.
"Well, sir," Becky replied with a small smile, "it won't be the last time, will it?"
"No," I said warmly, "it won't."
We went to the living room and sat down to wait for Jamie. "While we are waiting, I want to talk to you for a minute. I was thinking about our relationship last night. Do you realize that it was at dinner exactly a week ago that you offered yourself to me?"
"Yes, sir," Becky replied.
"I want you to tell me how you feel about it. I want to know what you were thinking it would be like when you made the offer. I want to know how the experience you are having is different than your expectations. I want to know how you feel about the past week. And I to know how you feel about yourself after serving me for this week, and how you feel about me."
Becky sat there for a minute, composing her thoughts. "You don't ask simple questions, do you sir?" Becky said.
After a couple of more moments, Becky responded. "I wasn't really sure what to expect when I made the offer. When you broke up with me, I was devastated. I really had believed that things were fine between us. I was shocked and hurt, and I almost didn't listen to what you were saying.
"I cried for a long time, and since I couldn't understand it, I tried dissecting our relationship from my perspective, and I still didn't get it. It took me half the night before I started thinking about what you said. It was hard to do, because I was seriously pissed at you, but I tried to think objectively about what you said.
"At first, I thought you were simply tired of me and just using excuses, but I realized that you were being honest, at least from your perspective. I definitely knew you were being a selfish bastard. But I really thought about the things you said. And I also thought about my other relationships. It took me a while, but I realized that many of the things that you said were true.
"I knew that I was not particularly happy with my life, but I also knew that the part of my life that I was most happy about was you. I really loved you, and it devastated me that you didn't love me. But then I thought about what you said, and I realized that you did love me; you just didn't like me. And I concluded that I didn't like me much either, and I hadn't for a very long time.
"So there I was. Depressed, alone, and doomed to live the rest of my life with someone I didn't like. I didn't know what to do. Even knowing all the things about me that I didn't like, I still could never seem to make a change that would make me happy. And now I had lost the one person I had loved. Who loved me.
"I replayed the conversation we had, or rather the speech you made, over and over again in my head. I really thought about it. And I realized that what you were asking for was not entirely unreasonable. In fact, it was almost exactly the mirror of the relationship that I had with you. You did what I wanted, when I wanted. You had sex when I wanted, and did without when I didn't want. You took care of me. If I needed something from the drugstore at two in the morning, you went and got it.
"What I thought you wanted was what I had. What I gave up by having all the attributes that I hated about myself. I went to sleep thinking that I had lost the best thing in my life just to be a person that I didn't want to be. My mother always told me that if I wanted to solve a problem and couldn't, I should think about it before I went to sleep and my mind would solve it for me. It usually worked, and it did again.
"When I woke up, I had my answer. If I could not change who I was for myself, someone I didn't particularly like, could I change myself for someone else, someone whom I loved? I clearly wasn't doing much for myself on my own. What if I gave you what you wanted? What if I put myself entirely in your hands?
"I know you, sir. I know who you are. And I could not believe for a moment that you had changed so completely that you could seriously hurt me in any way. Oh, sure, I thought that you would want to get back at me for all the times I hurt you, but I could never believe that you would intentionally hurt me in a real and lasting way.
"So I decided to do what I did. I gave myself to you to do as you pleased. I wasn't sure what that would be. I didn't know how you would treat me. But I was more determined about this than about anything in my life. If I was going to give myself to you, I was going to do it completely. I was going to do everything you said, no matter what, unless it put my life in danger."
Becky smiled at me and said, "I assumed you would want a lot more sex. I figured you would make me clean the apartment naked. I thought you would demand blowjobs morning, noon and night. I thought you would do petty things to punish me. But I was willing to put up with it, both to make you happy and as penance for the way that I had treated you. I thought that if I could not make you happy, could not make me happy, then I deserved any punishment you would dish out.
"What I did not expect was to feel more loved, more taken care of, more cherished. The first rule was to obey you, which I expected. But the second rule was to take care of myself. The second rule wasn't for me to be naked in front of you all the time. Or to fuck all your friends. You made me take better care of me. You weren't willing to put up with the excuses that I would have given myself. It was clear from that second rule that you were going to make sure that I became a better person.
"You did many of the things that I expected, and you deserved to. You spanked me, and it surprised me when it made me feel good. You embarrassed me in public, but you did it in such a way as to still make me feel protected. I was half afraid that you would make me go into the kitchen of Alfredo's and fuck every waiter and busboy in the place, but you didn't. Instead, I had to expose myself to another woman. I didn't feel threatened. Just exposed, and surprisingly turned on.
"I still don't know whether it was the woman in the restroom seeing me take my bra off for you, or the fact that I was doing it for you, but it awoke something in me. I wanted you to expose me. I wanted you to be in control of me. I wanted you to take care of me. I wanted to put myself in your hands. If I had any doubts before, they all went away at that moment. I knew that I would do anything you wanted, and that you would be there to take of me afterwards.
"You told me that I would be punished, and I could not wait. I wanted it. I felt I deserved it. I thought that you could string me up and whip me for hours, and I would accept it as my due. But you didn't. You spanked me, and paddled me, and every time you did it, you made me cum. You might think that you are punishing me, and it does hurt like hell, but it is far less than I deserve and far more pleasurable than I ever thought possible,
"Sir, this week has been a whirlwind of emotions for me. You took my anal virginity, an act that should have disgusted me, and I loved it. Every morning I clean myself out and grease myself up in the hopes that you will bury your cock in my ass right up into my stomach.
"You had me expose myself to and play with other women, an act that I have never had an interest in before, and now I wet myself thinking about playing with Christine or Jamie. You didn't even suggest it, and all I could think of is how I want to see you with another woman, when a week ago I would have left you in a second, with no remorse, if I found out you were with anyone else.
"And now, sir, I cannot tell begin to tell you how happy I feel. It goes against everything I believe in, everything I was raised to believe, everything society tells me to believe. I want to serve you. I don't just feel like I want to serve someone, but I want to serve you. And I want to feel protected by you. I want you to keep pushing me, while still caring for me. I want to do everything I can to make you happy, sir, because I have found that when I am making you happy, it makes me happy.
"And sir, when this month is over, I want to be yours forever. I want you to collar me. I want you to pierce me. I want you to tattoo me with your mark. I want anyone who looks at my body to know without a doubt that I belong to you."
With that, Becky went to her knees in front of me and put her head on my lap and her arms around my leg. "I will be yours," she whispered.
I reached down and stroked her hair, stunned. I had asked what she felt, and she told me. I knew that she was enjoying herself, but the depth of the emotion that she had expressed awed me. I didn't know how to respond. I pulled her up into my lap, and held onto her.
"I want you to know," I told her, "that I have enjoyed this week more than I have any other week in my entire life. Last Friday morning I thought my life was over, that I had given up one of the best things I'd ever had to pursue a dream of something I needed, but was sure I could never find. And then you came back and not only gave me everything I thought I was looking for, but exceeded my expectations at every turn.
"Becky, I love you. I love you more than I ever have, and I like you far more that I ever have. You make me happy with you, and you make me happy with me. As much as I have pushed you, you have pushed me. And I think we are making each other better people."
We kissed and hugged for a while, both of us crying a little. Then I told Becky "All that being said, however, we are still on a trial period, and I will still be trying you, in many senses of the word. You haven't earned your marks yet!"
Becky wiped her eyes and laughed, "Oh, I know that sir, but you just watch and see. You won't know what hit you!"
"I'm both afraid and excited about that," I replied.
We both cleaned ourselves back up, and Becky fixed her makeup. We must have finished our discussion just in time, because just as we sat down in the living room again, there was a knock on the door. We both got up to answer it, and as expected, there was Jamie at the door. She was wearing a simple black dress, cut to show off her figure.
"Come in for a minute, and we'll get our stuff and go," I said, stepping back to allow her in. She just stood there, and Becky and I looked at her.
"Before I come in, I need to show you something." She then reached down and pulled her skirt up, showing both of us her clean-shaven pussy. It looked absolutely delicious. She held her dress up for about ten seconds, and then she dropped it.
"I just wanted to show you that I pay off my bets," she said, as she walked into the apartment. She looked at Becky and said, "That is the most I've seen you wearing in a while."
Becky reached out and kissed Jamie lightly on the lips. She giggled and said, "I'm still only wearing one item of clothing."
Jamie giggled back and said, "Me, too!"
Oh, man. Between the two of them I knew I would be rock hard all night long. I haven't really described Jamie before, so I will now. Jamie is 5' 8" and has dirty blonde hair. I guess it will be hard for me to tell if it was natural now.
Jamie is skinny, but not outrageously so. She is not 'model' gorgeous, but she is definitely up there. If I were being honest, and putting Becky and Jamie side by side, right now Becky would be considered prettier. Her tits are very firm, probably a C, and fit nicely on her frame. She tended to dress to show her figure off nicely, and she had excellent taste.
We gathered our things, and when we were ready to go, I herded the girls out to a cab. In the cab, I looked at Becky and said, "I know you are nervous about tonight, but I want you to do this with a completely clear head. I don't want you to drink. If you think it would help people to think you are getting a little drunk, feel free to pretend to be drinking, but I don't want a single drop of alcohol in you, OK?"
"Yes, sir," Becky responded.
We continued towards our destination when Jamie asked, "What about me?"
"What about you what?" I inquired.
"Can I drink?" she asked.
I looked at her for a long moment. "You are asking my permission to drink?"
"Well, yes," she said.
"Why would you need my permission?" I asked.
"I figured that it would not be fair to Becky if we are going together and she had to follow rules that I am not following," Jamie answered.
I gave her another studied look, and asked, "So you are on a date with us?"
Jamie looked down and didn't answer. Perhaps she was embarrassed. So I asked, "Are you willing to follow the same rules as Becky?"
Jamie nodded her head. I looked over at Becky, and she looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. Or maybe like the canary that was planning on eating the pussy. In either case, she was clearly pleased by the turn of events.
"Well, I will not make you follow all the rules that Becky does, but for tonight, the rules that apply to both of you are rules one and three," I told Jamie.
"What are rules one and three?" Jamie asked.
Becky responded, "Rule one is that we never refuse him anything. We obey everything he says."
"I can do that for a night," Becky said. "And what is rule three?"
"Rule three," Becky replied, "is that he will punish us as he sees fit. That means if you don't obey him, you will be punished. I can be punished on his whim, even if I don't do something wrong, but I think he meant that you would only get punished if you do something wrong, at least for tonight."
"I understand," Jamie said. "Do you really get punished for no reason at all?"
In response, I pulled Becky over my lap. This put her head right in Jamie's lap, facing her crotch. I pulled Becky's skirt up and in full view of the driver and Jamie, I gave 5 quick, hard swats. When I was done, I rubbed my hand around her ass cheeks, then swiped my fingers through her wet pussy and gathered her juices on my fingers. I looked at Jamie as I licked my fingers off, and then helped Becky sit up.
"Sometimes I just do it because I enjoy it," I said to Jamie. Still looking at Jamie, I asked, "Did you enjoy it Becky?"
"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "But you stopped too soon!"
"Don't worry," I told Jamie, "you haven't done anything wrong yet."
"I wasn't worried," said Jamie, licking her lips. "So can I drink?"
"Tonight, I'll let you decide that," I told her.
At that point we arrived at the restaurant and went into the bar to meet the others.
We were having dinner with six friends. There was Bob and Lisa, who had been dating for about a year. Then there was Jill, Joan, Mark and Mike, who were all single. We had all been friends for a while, and we tended to go out as a group every couple of months.
As we walked into the bar, Becky put her arm through my right arm, and Jamie did the same through my left. Becky leaned over and whispered, "When you spanked me, I could tell that Jamie was very excited. She smells wonderful!"
I was grinning broadly when I saw Mark and Joan at the bar. Mark spotted us and waved us over. When he got a look at what Becky was wearing, he whistled and said, "Damn, girl, you look different. That outfit is hot!"
"Do you think so?" she asked, moving a little away from me and twirling. When she did that, her skirt flew up and she was dangerously close to exposing herself, but she stayed decent. She winked at me as she re-attached herself to my arm.
"And what's the deal with you?" Mark asked me. "You have two dates and I have none? How is that fair?" It probably wasn't. Mark was about five years younger than me, about two inches taller, and much better built. He worked out a lot, and was ruggedly handsome. He had short, dark curly hair.
"I'll play your date tonight," Joan teased him. Joan had black hair just past her shoulders. She was pretty, but not gorgeous. She was about 5' 6" and was curvy, but not fat or voluptuous.
We all laughed and them, and Becky asked, "And can I get you a drink, sir?"
"Sir!" exclaimed Joan.
Becky smiled at her, but otherwise ignored the comment. "I'll have a coke," I said.
"And you, Jamie?" she asked.
"I'll have exactly what you are having," she said.
She went off to the bar, and Joan said, "Boy, you have got her trained!"
I smiled and said, "I'm working on it."
Just then, Bob, Lisa, Jill and Mike came in together. Bob is about 5' 10" and is fairly average looking. He has brown hair, a light tan. If you saw him in the street, you wouldn't remember him five minutes later. Lisa is 5' 4" with dirty brown hair. She is somewhat overweight and has a nice sized chest, which went with a nice sized ass and a slightly large stomach. Bob and Lisa had been dating a year, and were still madly in love. They still had their own apartments, but we were expecting an engagement any day.
Mike wouldn't win any beauty pageants. He was just slightly taller than Lisa and far heavier. He was portly, and somewhat balding, but he was one of the most fun people you could ever meet. Jill, on the other hand, could easily win a beauty pageant. She was 5' 11," long blonde hair, skinny, small but very firm breasts, and a girl next-door sort of look. She had dabbled in modeling from time to time.
We all greeted each other when Becky came back with our drinks. "Coke for you, Rum and Coke for us," Becky said. Everyone commented on Becky's dress - it was definitely not her normal style.
"I got it at this great boutique. The saleswoman was so helpful, and so cute I just wanted to eat her up!" Becky giggled. Everyone laughed except Jamie, who narrowed her eyes at Becky. Clearly, she thought there was more than a joke to the statement.
We all went and were seated, Jamie maintaining station on my left and Becky on my right. We were handed menus and we all started perusing them, except for Becky who didn't even pick her menu up. I knew what she was up to again, and I was willing to oblige.
We all chatted and caught up on things until the waiter came to take our order. He made his way around the table until he got to Becky. "He'll be ordering for me," she told the waiter. I ordered for Becky, and then I told the waiter what I wanted. Before I could return the menu, Jamie said, "He'll be ordering for me as well." I made a selection for Jamie, and the waiter proceeded with the rest of the table. Jill gave the girls and me a very tight look and said, "OK, ladies. Time to freshen up."
The woman all started to go, and Becky looked at me for permission. I nodded, and that caused Jill to give me an even sharper look.
After they all trooped to the ladies room, Mark asked, "What's going on, dude? Becky calling you 'Sir', Jamie all over you, both of them having you order for them. What's up with that?"
"Yeah, give man!" said Mike.
"Becky and I are just moving to a new stage in our relationship. Jamie's just along for the ride, and to support Becky. That's all."
"What kind of 'stage'?" asked Bob. "Am I going to have to start ordering food for Lisa soon?"
"I doubt it," I said laughing. "It's just something Becky and I are doing."
The guys kept pushing, but I wouldn't say any more. I felt that it was up to Becky to decide what to tell them about this. I later discovered that a similar discussion was going on in the ladies room.
"What is going on with you, Becky?" asked Jill, as soon as they got into the bathroom.
"What do you mean?" Becky said, pulling out her compact to freshen her make-up.
"Oh no, you don't!" said Jill. "You're wearing a dress that you would not have been caught dead in a few months ago. You are letting him order for you. I saw you ask his permission to come in here. What's going on? Does he have something on you? Is he abusing you? You can tell us!"
Both Jamie and Becky snorted in laughter. "No! He is not abusing me," said Becky. "There is absolutely nothing non-consensual going on between us."
"Then what's the deal?" asked Joan.
"Well," said Becky, "we've had a number of long talks in the last week or so, and let's just say we've changed some of the parameters of the relationship a little bit."
"A little, right!" snorted Jamie under her breath.
"You are going to have to do better than that, girl! Tell us more!" Jill demanded.
Becky looked pleadingly at Jamie, who shrugged her shoulders. Then she looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. Finally she said, "OK, you guys are my best friends in the world, and I'm going to tell you this, but it's very personal, and its very important to me. I really need your support in this."
She took a couple of deep breaths, and then went on. "We've decided to change the nature of our relationship. From now on, I am going to allow him to take a completely dominant role, and I will take a completely submissive one."
"What does that mean?" asked Lisa.
"It means that he is in charge," replied Becky. "I do what he wants, when he wants it."
"That doesn't seem very enlightened," said Lisa.
"Don't knock it till you try it," snapped back Becky.
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything bad by it," said Lisa.
"I'm sorry, too," said Becky. "I'm very nervous how you are going to take this. I don't want to lose you as friends."
"How should we take it?" asked Jill. "It sounds like you are his slave."
"Not yet," said Becky.
"Not yet?!" exclaimed Joan. "What do you mean, not yet?"
Becky looked around nervously. "I mean that we are in a trial period. In a little over three weeks we are going to talk, and in all likelihood, at that point I will become his slave."
Everyone, including Jamie, was shocked at that. "I don't know what to think about this," said Lisa.
"Think whatever you want about it," said Jamie, "but understand that this is what Becky wants, and keep being her friend and support her through her decision."
"And what's up with you, Jamie?" asked Jill. "You are hanging on him too!"
"I've been hanging around with Becky a bit lately, trying to be supportive myself. That's all there is now," she replied.
"Look, Becky," said Joan, "I don't understand exactly what you are doing, or why, but I love you and you are my friend, and I'll be there for you." With that, she came over and gave Becky a big hug. Lisa did the same.
Jill said, "Well, I think you are completely screwed up, but it's your life, and I want you to be happy. But if he hurts you, I will rip out his balls!"
"Thanks, Jill," said Becky. "I'm not at all worried about him, and I have to say that I have been happier in the last week than I have ever been before!"
"I'll vouch for that," said Jamie.
After the conversation, they all trooped back to the table. Becky gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "What did you tell them?"
I responded, "Not much, just that we've had a change, but no specifics."
"Thanks," she said, and grabbed my hand and squeezed it, and held on for dear life.
"OK," Becky announced to the table, "I know that if I don't say anything you'll all talk about it anyway, and since I told the girls, I'll tell of all of you. First of all, you are all my best friends, and I want to keep it that way.
"What is going on is that we've changed our relationship a little - OK, a lot. We've decided that from now on, he is in charge of me completely. I listen to everything he says, and I obey him. I am completely submissive to him.
"I know that this isn't considered a modern style of relationship, but we talked it over a lot, and we've been doing this seriously for a week, and it is working out perfectly for us. It is not for everybody, but I am happier than I have ever been."
"As am I," I added.
"I already told this to the girls," Becky went on. "If you have any questions, or want to tell me that I'm crazy, do it now."
Everyone was silent for a few minutes, digesting the information. Then Mike howls at me, "You dog! The pictures flashing through my head! You are the luckiest man in the world!"
Everyone laughed. The tension was broken, and Mike continued, "Really, I hope this works out for you guys. Lord knows I've been in weirder relationships that this!"
"You've been in weirder relationships than anyone!" snapped Jill.
And everyone was off telling Mike girlfriend stories, of which there are many. Becky looked at me weakly and squeezed my hand. Jamie reached around me and squeezed Becky's shoulder. While I knew we would be answering questions about this for a long while, at least the elephant was announced to the room.
The rest of the evening was almost ridiculously normal. We had all the same discussions that we always do when we get together, and no one seemed excessively uncomfortable. Becky even threw in some 'Sirs' into her sentences, without it throwing people too much.
We all went to the bar after dinner for a couple of drinks and some mingling. Becky was approached by all the women looking to set up lunch dates in order to pump her for more information. Mark asked me to do the same thing. Jill came up to me and told me basically what she told Becky in the bathroom. She said, "Becky seems really happy, but you'd better be careful. If you take advantage of her and hurt her, I am going to rip your balls out!"
I hugged her and said, "Thank you for caring so much about Becky. I love her, and I care about her even more."
Eventually, we all went off our separate ways, with Jamie taking a cab with us. On the ride to Jamie's place, Becky filled me in on some of the conversations from the bar. Jamie said that Joan approached her for lunch as well, so that she could find out what Jamie's role in all this was.
When we got to Jamie's house, I told the cabbie to wait for us, and the three of us went to her front door. Becky said to Jamie, "Thanks for doing this, and supporting me, and being there for me through all of this. You really are my best friend."
"I love you too, you silly cow! Plus, I had a lot of fun. I haven't been on a date this interesting in a long time!"
"Do you kiss your date good bye on the first date?" I asked.
Becky snorted, "Kiss them good bye! The slut's been known to kiss them good morning on the first date!"
"Well, I only kiss good night on the first date," I said, and I went over and wrapped my arms around Jamie and started to kiss her deeply. While I've kissed her on the cheek before, this was the first deep kiss that I've given any woman since starting to date Becky.
Jamie seemed nervous and startled at first, but soon melted into the kiss. I felt her melt into my arms, and I quite enjoyed it. After I was done, I stepped back. "That was very nice," said Jamie. "Thank you."
"I liked it as well," I said. "But I believe that there was someone else on this date as well." Becky didn't hesitate. She moved to Jamie and started wrapping her arms around her. Jamie initially shied away, but then seemed to resolve an internal conflict and she wrapped her own arms around Becky. Their kiss seemed much more passionate than mine, and I got a little jealous and a lot turned on. After a little while of kissing, I noticed that Becky's hand had slipped up and was fondling Jamie's tit. When they broke their clinch, both were breathing very hard.
"I can't believe it," I said jokingly. "Here I am, supposedly the one in charge, and Becky gets further than I do on our first kiss."
Jamie apparently did not take it as a joke, because she stepped back into my arms and started kissing me again. At the same time, she grabbed my hand and shoved it under her skirt. Her thighs were wet and sticky and her pussy was soaked. I slipped a finger in and moved it around a little, and then I removed it and moved away from her.
I looked at her, and she looked like she was going to attack. I kissed her lightly on her lips and said, "We have to get home now." Then I whispered, "Don't play with yourself till Becky calls you. Will you obey me?"
She looked entirely frustrated, but she nodded her head. We said good night and Jamie walked into her apartment building and we got back into the cab. I held up the finger that was in Jamie and asked Becky, "Would you like to share the first taste?" She looks at my finger hungrily and we both start licking until it was clean. She tasted light and delicious.
It was only a short drive back to our apartment, but Becky was attached to me at the lips the entire time. We paid the cabbie and Becky rushed me into our apartment. She was all for ripping my clothes off in the hall, but I slowed her down and took her to the bedroom. I took of my clothes and told her to strip. She ripped the dress over her head and moved to help me.
I lay down in the bed, and pulled the phone to me. I told Becky, "Straddle me, and you can put the head of my cock by your pussy, but under no circumstances are you to let me enter you until I tell you, do you understand?"
Becky groaned, but acknowledged what I said. I put the phone on speakerphone and dialed Jamie. She answered on the first ring, out of breath. "Is that you, Becky?" she asked.
"Not yet, it's me," I replied. "Did you obey my instructions?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," she said, "but it has been very difficult. Can I do it now?"
"Not yet," I said. "It would not have been fair to Becky to let you go and get relief before she could. On the other hand, I am not letting her get relief until you do as well."
Becky was clearly frustrated, as she yelled into the phone, "He's got me perched on top of his cock, and he won't let me put it in me! I'm going crazy!"
"Do you have a dildo with you?" I asked Jamie.
"Yes!" she said, embarrassedly.
"Put it just outside your wet, bald cunt, but don't put it in... is it there?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"OK, I'm going to count to three, and when I reach three, both of you can start fucking the item waiting to get into your pussy. One... two..."
I paused before three, but it is clear both of them were anticipating me, because Becky jammed herself down on my cock and starting humping me madly. On the phone I could hear Jamie wheezing as she fucked herself, and a few moments later the sound of her dildo starting to vibrate. Neither of them realized that I never said three, and they both kept pounding away. Within a minute Becky was coming, and Jamie was not far behind her.
I could tell that Jamie was slowing down after her cum, but Becky was not. She was quickly ramping up to another one, and when Jamie heard Becky, it started her back up again as well. Becky grabbed her clit and she quickly came again, though it sounded like Jamie was getting close, but was not there yet. I rolled Becky over and started fucking her missionary style. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her, and then slid it back in, sometimes doing it slowly, sometimes fast.
In a few minutes, Becky started yelling, "My ass. Put it in my ass! Just like this, shove it in my ass!"
I could hear Jamie's moans as she heard Becky beg me. I pushed her legs up further and positioned my cock by her little asshole. She grabbed my cock with her hand and tried shoving it in. I slowly pushed in and she moaned as the head of my cock passed her sphincter.
"Oh, Jamie," she cried. "He's fucking my ass! He's fucking my ass so good. You have to try this! You have to let him do your ass. You'll never want it to stop." Becky kept up a running commentary to Jamie the entire time I was fucking her ass. I could hear Jamie coming over and over again on the other end of the phone line.
Finally, it all just got to me, and I said, "Oh, I'm going to come. I'm going to come in your sweet ass!"
"Oh, sir!" cried Becky, "Please come on my pussy and tits. Please pull out. Please come on me."
While I like coming in her, I had no problem with honoring her request, especially seeing how she begged for it so nicely. I pulled out and jerked myself for a minute till I came. My first shot splattered up to her tits, the next couple hit her stomach, and the final few dribbled onto her pussy.
I leaned back on my heels in exhaustion. Becky, meanwhile, continued her commentary to Jamie.
"Oh, Jamie, he came on me. He came all over me. He covered me from my tits to my pussy. Oh, I wish you were here to lick it all up. You would love it! If it were you, I would lick up his cum wherever he put it in you. Oh I can't wait!"
On the other side of the line, Jamie came again and it sounded stronger than any of her previous cums. After that, she settled down to a steady puffing, both of them sounding like steam locomotives coming to rest.
I moved to the side of Becky and said to Jamie, "Thank you for listening to me. I hope you had a nice night. I'll talk to both of you tomorrow about your punishment for starting before I reached the count of three. Good night."
I hung up the phone, moved it away, and snuggled up to Becky as we both quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 8
Saturday - Day 8
On Saturday morning, I woke up first for a change. I looked over at Becky. She was lying on her back, her legs crossed. It always amused me when she did that in her sleep. Her right foot was flat on the bed, bent at the knee, and her left foot was crossed over her knee. I don't know how she slept like that, but she did.
This morning I particularly enjoyed the position because she was naked, and from below you could see her beautiful pussy. I could also see the dried cum splattered on her chest and stomach. I remember when she would immediately wipe off any cum that got on her, claiming it was too sticky to remain. Now I wouldn't let her do that.
I watched her sleep for a little while, then I decided that I would return the service that she had been providing me the last week. I crawled up between her legs and lightly licked around her lips. I moved my tongue all around, very gently, brushing her clit, dipping lightly between her lips, circling her asshole, and then repeating.
Becky started moving her hips and moaning, though she was still asleep. I kept this up for a few minutes until I felt her wake up sufficiently. When she was awake, I buried my face between her legs and sunk my tongue as deep as it would go into her cunt, pressing my nose into her clit.
"Oh, sir!" Becky cried, as she grabbed my hair and tried to pull me even further in. I kept licking as I moistened a finger, and then pushed it into her ass. "Yes!" she yelled. I then moved my tongue to her clit as I sank two fingers into her pussy. "Please don't stop, sir!" Becky pleaded.
I had no intention of stopping. I loved the way she tasted. I loved the way she squirmed. I loved the sounds of her begging and pleading. And I loved making her feel good.
I kept up my assault for another five minutes, her cries getting louder and closer together, till at the end it was a chant. "Yes. Please. Please. Make me cum, make me cum. Fuck me, lick me, please, please, I'm cummmmming!!"
Becky was not exactly a squirter, but she definitely produced more fluids as she came, and it tasted even sweeter than normal. As she came down I pulled my fingers out, licked up some of the juices around her thighs and ass, and moved up her body to give her a kiss good morning.
"Oh, sir! You have no idea how good it felt to wake up like that," Becky said.
"Of course I do!" I replied. "I wake up like that every morning. And it feels just as good to me."
"I guess that's true, sir," Becky said. "Now I'm even happier to wake you up like that, if it can give you as much pleasure as you just gave me. But you're all a mess now." Then Becky proceeded to clean my face off with her tongue. I managed to grab her tongue with my mouth a couple of times as well.
"Sir, I can feel that you need some attention, too," Becky said. I guess that would be because my cock had been poking at the door to her cunt while she was cleaning me off. She reached down and guided it into her pussy. Instead of drilling into her, however, I let it stay there with just the head inside of her as she continued to run her tongue over my face.
"Sir, aren't you going to fuck me?" Becky asked, her breath starting to shorten.
"In a little while. Right now I am enjoying the feeling of your pussy on my cock," I said, giving my cock a little squeeze.
"But sir, do you want me to move? I can fuck you," she said pleadingly.
"No," I replied, "I'd like you to hold still as well."
It was clear to me that she was significantly affected by the feel of my cock at the opening of her pussy, especially after just having cum.
"Sir, I have a problem," she said, gasping. "I don't think I can lie still. Sir, I have to move."
"But I'm telling you not to move," I told her. "I'm telling you to stay still. If you can't stay still, you are going to be punished."
She stayed mostly still for about another thirty seconds, just twitching her hips a little. Then she screamed, "I can't help it, sir! Punish me! Spank me! Whip me! I'm sorry!" and she slammed her crotch into mine, burying me in her. She started fucking up to me hard, cumming from the first moment and simply not stopping. She kept yelling, "I deserve to be punished! I'm a bad girl! I'm your naughty little girl. I'm sorry, sir!"
Well, I'm not exactly Superman, and I don't think anyone could have taken much of the stimulus that Becky was providing. Between the screams of passion, the begging to be punished, her cunt slamming over my cock as well as squeezing it like a vise, I was cumming in a very short time. As I came, she screamed, "Oh, sir! I made you cum. I feel you cumming. Please, cum for me!" as she came yet again.
Even after I came, and collapsed onto her body, Becky kept moving her hips, experiencing little orgasms, till it became too much for my sensitive cock and I had to pull out. "Noooo!" Becky sobbed.
I was lying on top of Becky, and her hands were around my neck, squeezing me tightly. I felt moisture on my neck, and asked, "Are you crying?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said. "I'm sorry, but it feels so much. I'm still cumming. I can't help it, you're driving me crazy."
I started moving my hand down to help get her off some more when she screamed, "No, sir! No more. I'll die if I cum any more!"
So I just lay on top of her until her twitching eventually stopped. Then she pushed me off of her, and rolled on top of me. She looked me in the eyes, and said, "Have I told you how good you make me feel? I don't think that I have ever cum so hard in my entire life!"
"I didn't really do much," I said. "You did most of the work."
"I don't know what you did, sir," she replied. "I don't know if it was the fabulous way you ate me, or the fact that you were just in me without fucking, or the way to were controlling me, but I couldn't help it. I know that I have to be punished for disobeying you, but whatever the punishment is sir, it will have been worth it! What a way to start a day!" Then she kissed me in a way that let me know I'd been kissed.
"Can I clean up and go and make you breakfast, sir?" Becky asked.
"Not quite yet," I replied. "Clearly, you were out of control this morning, so I think I'd like some more control over you. Stay here."
I rolled her off me and went to our box of toys. I took out the dog collar, leash and cuffs. I put the cuffs on her wrists and clipped them together in front of her. Then I attached the collar and leash. I gave her a kiss and said, "Now you can go clean up and make me breakfast."
"How can I do that tied up?" she asked.
"You'll figure it out," I said.
We went into the bathroom and she went to sit down on the toilet. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I need to pee," she said.
"I want to see you pee," I told her.
"OK, I'll spread my legs," she replied.
"No, that's not good enough," I said. "I want to see everything. Lie in the tub."
"Really, sir?" she asked.
"Get in," I said.
Becky got in and shrieked as her back touched the tub walls. "It's cold!"
"Just lie there for a minute," I told her. I had to take a long look at her. She was lying in the tub, collared, leashed and cuffed. She had cum dried on her stomach and chest, and fresh cum dripping out of her cunt. She was looking at me and asked, "Can I pee for you now, sir?" My cock started rising again.
"Yes, Becky, you can spread your legs and pee for me," I told her.
Becky did spread her legs, and with her hands cuffed together, she spread her pussy apart. She was there for a little bit, then said, "It's hard to start, sir."
"I can wait," I said, smiling at her.
After a few more seconds, Becky let go a short spurt of piss. Then the floodgates opened and a yellow stream shot up in the air. Using her hands, she moved the stream around. Quite a bit of her pee ended up on her legs and even her stomach.
"Does that turn you on, sir?" she asked.
"Actually, it does," I told her.
"Don't you have to go? Would it turn you on to piss on me too?" Becky asked, as she finished up.
"It probably would, but there is no way I can pee like this," I said, pointing to my erection.
"Well, I can take care of that," Becky said. She got onto her knees and took my cock in her manacled hands. She licked the pre-cum off the tip, and then took my whole cock in her mouth. She started moving her head up and down until she stopped and said, "Hold my leash, sir."
"What?" I asked.
"Please, hold me leash. Pull on it. Make me feel like you own me!" she said. She grabbed the leash and held it over her head, as she grabbed my cock in her mouth again. It was amazing looking at her; I wish I had a picture.
She was on her knees, bent over my cock. Her bound hands were over her head and she held a leash in them, offering herself to me. All the while, her head was bobbing up and down my cock, and her tongue was swabbing back and forth. You can't begin to understand how that made me feel.
I took the leash from her and watched her work for a minute. Then I pulled her off my cock with the leash and dropped to my knees. I wrapped the leash around my hand and pulled her lips to mine with the collar. I kissed her deeply and told her, "You are the picture of a perfect slave girl."
"Thank you, sir!" she exclaimed. "I told you that you would never find a better slave than me! But remember, I still have to prove myself to you, so please let me finish you!"
I stood back up and pulled her head to my cock by her leash. I started manipulating her head on my cock with the leash, but I soon realized that she did a much better job by herself, so I let her do it her way.
With the picture she presented to me, I could not last long, even having cum just a little while ago. I said, "Oh, you sexy slut, you are making me cum!" She pulled me out of her mouth and jerked my cock in her bound hands. My first shot hit her in her face, and she aimed my cock lower so that the next shots hit her on the chest and stomach. She then put my dick back in her mouth and made sure that there was no cum left on it.
When she was done she sat back on her heels with my cock still in her hand. She looked up at me with a little girl look and said, "Sir, I seem to have gotten cum all over me. Maybe you could spray me off?" She even put her bottom lip between her teeth. If I hadn't just cum twice I probably would have started getting a hard-on again. However, I did not, and I did feel like pissing.
It took me a few minutes, but as soon as I was able I let my stream go. Becky was still holding my cock, and she started it off pointing at her stomach.
"It's so warm!" she exclaimed, as she moved the stream up to her tits. She actually was washing off the cum with my piss. Soon she moved it up even higher. She closed her eyes and mouth tightly as she directed my piss at her face. However, all good things must come to an end, and soon I released my last few dribbles. Becky leaned up and took my cock back into her mouth, licking off the last few drops.
She wiped her eyes with her hands, then opened them and looked at me. "Was that good for you, sir?" she asked.
"That was extremely sexy," I told her. "The part where I pissed on you, however, was not nearly as sexy as the way you threw yourself into it. You did everything to make me feel good about it!"
"Well, sir," she replied with a smile, "that's my job. I am here to serve you and make you happy."
"And you are doing a great job," I told her. Then I pulled her up by her leash and gave her a deep kiss. I could taste my urine on her, but I didn't care.
"Sir," Becky said, "if it's OK with you, I'd like to take a shower now. It's getting a bit rank in here."
"That's fine," I said, "but you might have a hard time with your hands bound, so I'd better help you."
I had her stand with her hands over her head against the wall as I sprayed her down. Then I turned her around and washed and conditioned her hair and then shampooed her whole body. When I was done, I took her out and dried her off. I then took her to the bedroom and put her on the bed. I attached her cuffs to the headboard and tied the leash off as well.
"Stay here and wait for me," I told her with a kiss. I then went back to the shower and cleaned myself. When I was done, I came back to the bedroom and looked at Becky. She was so sexy, naked, squirming, bound to the bed. I disconnected Becky from the bed, took her back to the bathroom, put toothpaste on her toothbrush and let her brush her teeth.
"Ready to make me breakfast?" I asked.
"I still need to clean out my ass and lubricate it for you, sir," she replied.
"I think that is something I can let you do yourself, but you can do it later. I can pretty much guarantee that I won't be fucking you in any way any time soon!"
I took her leash and led her to the kitchen. "I think I want scrambled eggs for breakfast," I told Becky. I dropped the leash and I spent the next ten minutes watching her prepare my breakfast with her hands cuffed. When she had finished successfully I pulled her onto my lap and said, "Feed me."
It was extremely sexy watching her lift the fork to my mouth with her hands bound together. That, together with her wiggling her ass on my crotch almost made we rethink the guarantee I had given her earlier.
While she was feeding me, I was feeding her as well. When we were done, I asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"
"I have lunch with Christine," she said, "but other than that I think we're all open. Is there anything you wanted to do?"
"Well, I think you should call Jamie and see how she feels about yesterday," I told her.
"OK," she said, "I'll go do that now."
It was fun watching her dial with her hands together. I seemed to be having a lot of fun watching her do anything with her hands bound. After she dialed the phone I grabbed her leash and had her lay her head on my lap. I stroked her hair as she sat on her knees in front of me and talked to Jamie.
"Hi Jamie, how are you feeling this morning?" Becky asked.
"I'm doing good," replied Jamie. "How are you?"
"Fabulous. Never better," said Becky.
"So you had a good night?" Jamie asked.
"You know I did," replied Becky. "You heard me. Your night didn't sound so bad either! And my morning has been even better!"
"What happened this morning?" asked Jamie.
"I'll tell you the details another time, but suffice it to say that I am completely satisfied and am now kneeling in front of him wearing only a collar, leash and cuffs holding my hands together," described Becky.
"Oh, really!" said Jamie. "I can't wait to hear the details! How are you holding the phone if your hands are tied?"
"I can't believe that I just told you I have been completely satisfied, I am bound and on my knees, and your first thought was how I was holding the phone! Uncomfortably, you silly cow! But I didn't call to talk about me. How do you feel about last night? Did we push you too hard? Are you OK?"
"Mmmmm, yeah, I'm OK," said Jamie. "I have to admit it was a more bizarre night that I am used to. The dinner was interesting enough, but the after play drove me crazy. I know that I shouldn't say this, but you have no idea how much I wanted to change places with you; how much I wanted to be the one riding his cock while you were here making do with a dildo."
"Oh, I would never allow that," said Becky.
"I know," said Jamie, "I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend. I was just lonely."
"I know," said Becky, "but if you were going to be fucking him, I would want to be right there to see both your faces."
"Becky!" shrieked Jamie. "How could you say that? I can't fuck your boyfriend!"
"Why not?" asked Becky. "You certainly enjoyed kissing him last night. And I just know he would love to fuck you! I guess it's too bad he doesn't fuck on the first date."
"Then can I take you guys out on a date tonight?" Jamie blurted out.
"What?" shrieked Becky.
"I'm sorry," said Jamie. "I shouldn't have said that. It was inappropriate."
"Why?" asked Becky. "You didn't have a good time on our date last night?"
"Are you kidding?" replied Jamie. "Last night was the best date that I've had in a while. Even though I wasn't fucked, at least you guys didn't leave me high and dry!"
"Hold on a minute," said Becky. Then she turned to me and said, "Sir, Jamie has asked us out on a second date for tonight. Can I accept?"
"I know you want this," I said. "Are you sure she does?"
"She's the one that asked!" Becky replied.
"Well, make sure that it is what she really wants," I told her. "If it is, then you can accept."
"Jamie," Becky said back into the phone. "Were you serious. Do you really want to take us out tonight?"
"Yes, I'm sure," said Jamie, determinedly.
"OK," said Becky. "We'll pick you up at eight. And wear something sexy."
"I'll try," said Jamie, "but I don't think I could beat you for sexiness."
"It's not a competition, you silly cow," Becky said. "We just both have to look good so that we can keep his attention."
"I'll work on that," Jamie said. "I'll see you tonight."
After she put the phone down, Becky looked up at me and asked, "Do you fuck on the second date?"
"Do you?" I countered.
"Sir, you know very well that I do whatever you tell me to. If you want me to fuck Jamie on the second date, you know I will. Hell, if you want me to fuck a stranger, I will."
"Well, I'm not asking for that, yet," I said. "Do you want me to fuck her on our second date?"
"Only if she follows the rules," replied Becky.
"What rules?" I asked.
"The same rules that I have to follow, sir," explained Becky. "If she is following the rules, than I would love to have you fuck her six ways from Sunday."
"And if she is not. If I want to fuck her just to fuck her?" I asked.
"That is up to you, of course. But if she were following the rules I would not be jealous of her at all. If she were not, I would be."
"Well, do you think she would want to follow the rules?" I asked.
"Oh, sir, I think she would. I think she would fit right in with us. Think about it, sir. Wouldn't you love to have two slave girls at your beck and call?"
"Are you sure you want her to be my slave, the same as you are? Would you be the head slave?" I asked.
"Yes, sir, and no, sir," replied Becky. "I'd want her to be just like me. I wouldn't want to be the head slave, and I wouldn't want her to be the head slave. I want to be sister slaves with her."
"But I love you, Becky," I said. "I don't love her. How could you be even in that scenario?"
"Sir, I know that Jamie has liked you since she met you. If I were not dating you she probably would have gone for you. I think she half loves you already. And sir, I think that when you really get to know her, you will love her as well."
"You want me to split my love between you?" I asked.
"You can't split love, sir!" Becky said. "When we have kids, do you think that I will only be able to love one of them sir?"
"Whoa! Kids already?" I said with a grin.
"Don't worry, sir," Becky smiled back at me. "I'm not saying now, but maybe one day?"
I kissed Becky. "And how will they feel about their slave mother and their slave mother's slave sister?" I asked.
"Sir, I think we can work that out later," Becky told me.
"OK," I said. "Let me see if I got this. You want to go on a date with Jamie. You think she will accept the same rules that you follow. Then you want me to nail her?"
"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "I want you to nail her good! And then, if you'd allow, I want to lick all your cum out of her, and then I want to nail her too!"
"And you've never been with a woman before?" I asked.
"No, sir. But I soooo want to be with you and Jamie," she replied.
"Wow - have I mentioned how you blow my mind?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "And I think you like how I blow other parts of you as well."
"Come here, you shameless hussy!" I said, and I pulled her into a kiss with her leash. At the same time, I slipped a finger into her pussy, noting that it was fairly wet.
"You have to go get ready for your first date today," I said. "I have no clue how you are planning to fit Christine into all of this, and frankly, it scares me a little!"
"Oh, sir," Becky giggled at me, "don't you worry. We'll all take very good care of you."
"That's what I'm worried about!" I replied.
I took her to the bedroom and took off the dog collar and replaced it with the nice collar, though I did not put the leash on. Then I unclipped her hands and told her, "OK, go get ready. You'll keep on the collar and cuffs when you go out, though I won't hook them together. Have fun with Christine."
"Oh, sir," said Becky. "Going out in public with a collar and cuffs is going to embarrass me so much! I'm going to be soooo wet. I'll have fun with Christine, and I promise I won't commit to anything with her without your permission."
"OK," I said. "I have to run out on some errands as well, so I'll see you later in the day. Remember, we have to pick Jamie up by eight tonight. I love you Becky."
"I love you too, sir," Becky said, and we kissed and went our separate ways.
While Becky had lunch with Christine, I went out shopping. Some of the things that Becky had said had me thinking about some kinks that might appeal to her, so I hit a costume shop. After I was finished, I came home and hid the items, and then relaxed for a while. I figured between Becky this morning, and Becky and Jamie tonight, I would need the rest. If this kept up, I was going to have to talk to my doctor about getting some Viagra.
Becky came home around four. She was very bubbly and cheerful. "I assume that the lunch went well?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. Very well. I had a really nice time," said Becky.
"Well, take off your clothes, sit down with me and tell me about it," I told her.
When Becky was nude, she came over and kissed me. She then reached into the pocket of her discarded dress and pulled something out and handed it to me. I unfolded it and it was some silky panties. "Christine's?" I asked.
"Yup!" Becky said.
"You know, for a home where women do not wear underwear, I am certainly building up quite a collection!" I said.
"Maybe we should frame them, sir, and hang them down the hallway, with little captions under them. You know, 'Last pair of panties Becky wore', and 'First pair of panties we convinced Jamie to remove' and 'First pair of panties we removed forcibly from Christine' and," Becky continued, pointing to the panties in my hand, "'Last pair of panties Christine wore'."
"Mmmmm," I said, "definitely a conversation piece. It'll be especially fun when your mother comes to visit."
That set Becky off laughing hysterically. When she got her breath back I asked, "Now are you going to tell me about your date, or do I have to spank you?"
"Can't we do both?" Becky responded, smiling at me. I grabbed her and yanked her across my lap and gave her four hard spanks, two on each cheek. Then I dipped my finger sharply into her asshole.
"Now you start telling me the story or I'm going to stop this," I told her.
"Oh, don't stop sir!" she said. "I'll tell you!"
"Good. Begin," I said as I slipped my finger out of her ass, slapped her ass another couple of times, and dipped another finger into her wet pussy.
"First I went to the store to pick her up," started Becky. "When I got there she was waiting on a customer, but as soon as she was free I grabbed her, gave her a hug and a deep kiss, right there in public! You would have been so proud of me sir!" I demonstrated my pride by flicking her clit and making her moan.
"She grabbed her things and we went out. I asked her where we were eating and she told me Chez Philippe. You know I love it and it's so upscale! We went in and got a table. Unfortunately, it was not nearly as private as I wanted, but I managed.
"Since I had gotten to the store, Christine had seemed really nervous. I told her to calm down, and asked why she was so nervous; we were just going to be eating lunch. She told me that she was very nervous and she really liked me and she didn't want to scare me off. I told her I don't scare easy. I said that she should tell me about her, maybe that would calm her down.
"So as young as she looks, she's been out of school for two years. It turns out she doesn't just work in the boutique; she owns it! Her parents are well off and they gave her the seed money to start it, but she is doing very well and making a nice profit.
"I asked her about significant others and she said that she had a boyfriend but she broke up with him last week. Can you think of anything that happened last week that might have caused her to break up with him, sir?"
"Did she say she broke up with him for you?" I asked.
"No, sir. She said they had been drifting apart and he didn't excite her anymore. But I think I can read a little into it. She is looking for more excitement, and I know a person or two or three that might be able to provide it! I asked if she has had a lot of boyfriends and she said a few, and a couple of girlfriends too. I'm sorry to say that I won't be her first girl, sir.
"Then I told her a little about me, how we met, and things like that. She asked about how you control me, and I told her that was recent. I explained a little about it - I actually told her more personal things than I even have to Jamie.
"I asked what she thought of you and she said that she didn't know you too well, but you seemed nice. I pointed out that she didn't know me that well either! She blushed at that. As we were finishing lunch, I got down to brass tacks.
"'So, you wanted a lunch date. Here I am. Did you really just want to be friends?' I asked her. She was so cute. She blushed. She couldn't meet my eye. She stammered and stuttered. Finally, she said, 'No, that's not all.'
"So I asked her what she wanted, and she said, 'I'm not sure. I just know that since the first time I saw you I haven't stopped thinking about you. I've never felt this way before. I mean, I liked you at the beginning, and wanted to see you again, but after the incident in the dressing room I really can't get you out of my mind! I don't know what is wrong with me. I know you have a boyfriend, but I want you so much!'
"I was actually a little shocked to hear her say that in such strong terms. I knew she liked me, but I didn't realize how much. I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't be her girlfriend, so I figured I'd just push ahead with my plan.
"I exaggerated and fibbed a bit, but here's what I told her. 'I have a boyfriend. What you don't know is I also have girlfriend, and that fills my friend dance-card.' She looked devastated, but I said, 'There may be a way'. When she heard that she said 'How? Please, I'll do anything. Tell me what I can do!'
"I told her that I wasn't in the market for a boy or girl friend, but I was looking for a completely obedient slave. Sir, you should have seen her expression! Her mouth completely fell open. She looked stunned. She had to drink some water before she could continue. 'What do you mean, a slave?'
"That's when I went for the kill. I leaned in real close to her, so that our lips were almost touching, and I looked in her eyes. I said, 'I am looking for a little girl just like you, someone who will do absolutely everything that I tell them to, no matter how dirty or filthy.' I put my hand on her legs and started running them up and down. 'I want someone who will bathe me, who will cook for me, who will lick my pussy till I scream. I want someone that I can spank when I am angry. I want someone who will suck the cum out of my ass after I get fucked there. I want someone to own.'
"I gave her a little kiss on the lips then, and I'll swear that she came a little when I did. I leaned back and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. I just watched her for a minute, and she just stayed there. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me. She appeared to be on the verge of tears.
"'I don't know what to say!' she said. 'I want you so bad. What you are asking is so wrong, but I want to so much! I don't understand it. I'm so confused. Just tell me what to do, please!'
"I asked her if she wanted me to explain the whole situation. I told her that I have a master. Ouch! Sir, I'm sorry, but I thought that it was easier to just say that then explain the trial period. I told her about you, and how I was a slave. I told her that I had another girl that would also be a slave to you. And I said that if she wanted, she could be my slave.
"I explained to her that since you owned me, anything that I had belonged to you as well, and so you would have full rights over her. In fact, I told her that we couldn't do anything more together until you broke her in first.
"Then I explained about Jamie, and how she would not own Christine, but that she would have certain privileges over her as well. And then I explained that I would own her. I would control every aspect of her life. I said I wasn't interested in her business, but that she would have to obey me in everything else.
"I could tell that she was scared and nervous. Even so, I told her I wanted her panties, right now. I did what you did to me, sir. I made her take them off right there and put them on the table. I didn't let the busboy take them away, though. I wanted them for you. I told her that was all that we would talk about for now. I told her to think about it; think about what she wanted.
"I told her that if she wanted to be just friends, she should call me and let me know, and we could still get together occasionally. But if she wanted more, if she wanted to be my slave, she should deliver all her underwear to me, because she wouldn't be wearing them any more.
"Then I gave her another kiss and I told her, 'Let's just have fun for the rest of this date.' We had dessert, we talked about other things, and then we went for a long walk. I really like her, and if she can't wrap her mind around it, I'd still like to be her friend."
The whole time she was talking I was playing with her gently, around her ass and pussy, sometimes dipping my fingers in. I could tell the points in the story that got her really excited. My lap was quite wet.
"Do you think that you pushed her a little hard?" I asked. "You sort of sprung it on her out of the blue. You might have lost her."
"Maybe," Becky said, "but I don't think so. I'll be sad if it doesn't work out, but I really think that she will come around. I hope I didn't disappoint you sir."
"Baby, this is your project. I am happy with just you. If we get Jamie to go along with your grand plan: great. If you get Christine: great. If I end up with only you, I will be equally thrilled!"
"Oh, sir. You say the nicest things," said Becky, and she jumped up and straddled my lap. We made out for a while, with Becky grinding on my lap.
"Well, if you expect me to be up for anything tonight," I said, "there is no way that I can fuck you now, but you look like you need the edge taken off!" And I flipped her over onto her back, dropped off the couch and dove in. I licked her and sucked on her pussy lips and clit for just a few minutes before she popped explosively.
"Oh, sir! I soooo needed that. Thank you!" Becky said as she licked my face off.
We stayed snuggling on the couch until it was time to start getting ready for our date.
We got to Jamie's apartment right at eight o'clock. When she opened the door, I knew that the girls had been talking. "OK, both of you against the wall," I said. They lined up side-by-side. Both were wearing short black skirts, slit almost to the hip. And both had on tight v-neck tops. Becky's was red, and Jamie's was blue. In addition to being tight, they were fairly thin.
I reached up and ran my fingertips across Becky's nipples. She flinched, and her nipples popped out. You could make out every bump and dot through her shirt. "Aren't you going to test me?" Jamie asked.
I looked up at her and reached up to her tits. Instead of the quick stroke I gave Becky, I squeezed her nipples tightly. She closed her eyes, and when I looked at her nipples, they were in the same state as Becky's.
"You girls do realize that you are practically indecent, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, sir!" they answered in unison.
"Well, as long as you're happy with it, I'm happy. Ready to go, ladies?"
"Yes, sir!" they repeated.
"After you," I said. As they walked towards the front door, I watched their asses swaying in front of me. Was I lucky, or what?
We joked around on the way to the restaurant. When we got there, the girls each took an arm, Becky on my right again, Jamie on the left. Every eye in the place was on me - OK, maybe that was my ego talking. I think every eye in the place was on the girls. If I weren't between them, my eyes would be on them as well.
The waiter sat us at a table. I sat with my back to the wall, with a woman on either side of me. I could see out to the rest of the room, so I got to look at everyone else staring at my ladies.
After we got drinks, I asked Jamie, "So, you enjoyed our first date?"
"Yes, I did," she responded. "I was a little disappointed about the way it ended, but the rest of it was nice."
"Well, I know what Becky would like," I said to Jamie. "But lets talk about you. I don't think you tend to date couples much. We've known each other for a long time, and I think we are good friends. Clearly, you are much better friends with Becky. We could go out as friends any time. Why did you want a date with us?"
Jamie looked at Becky for support, then said, "I guess I was curious. When Becky started this, I thought that she was crazy. But she is having a blast, and I have to admit that both of you are happier than I have ever seen you. Plus, I am having fun when I am with you."
"But how far do you want to take this?" I asked.
"Farther than this," she replied.
"Have you talked to Becky about the future?" I asked.
"Not really," she said, "though I am very curious about what Becky meant when she said she would have a discussion with you in a few weeks and then become your slave. In fact, I'd like to know the whole story - what your plans are."
I looked over at Becky and said, "I think this is up to you here. Tell her what your plans are, and don't leave anything out."
"Everything, sir?" she asked.
"It may scare her away, but she should make an informed decision. Plus, it seems your day for scaring pretty girls." I said.
"Now you are scaring me," Jamie said to me. "What plans?" she asked Becky.
"OK, here goes," said Becky. "Jamie, I told you a lot of this already, but you were probably too stunned to really understand. You know that he wanted to break up with me and I wouldn't let him. He gave me thirty days to prove myself."
Becky looked at me with a smile and said, "I like to think I am doing a pretty good job. But here's the deal, Jamie. It's not what I want. I want to be his slave. I want him to own me. This morning he cuffed me and collared me, and I came harder than ever. I want to know that I belong to him. I want to do anything to make him happy."
"I guess I knew that," said Jamie. "I could tell that. It just seems weird to hear it out of your mouth. But I understand why you feel that way."
"There's more, though," said Becky.
"More?" asked Jamie.
"Yes, two more things," said Becky. "First, I told you about this woman I met that I felt up? I'm going to make her my slave."
"What!" shrieked Jamie.
"She wants me, and I want her," Jamie said. "I'm going to own her the same way that I am owned. She hasn't agreed to it yet, but I know she will."
"I can't believe you, Becky. How did you get this way? You are soooo different than you were!"
"It's true, I am different," agreed Becky. "I'd like to say that he made me this way, but it wouldn't be true. He pointed me in the right direction, but I took it from there."
"Boy, is that ever the truth," I said.
"What do you mean by that?" Jamie asked me.
"Well," I replied, "I know that it looks like I'm in charge, and sometimes I am, but I feel like I've got a pet tiger in Becky, and I'm just barely holding on by the tail. I might be in charge, but there is no question that she is in the lead. I love the girl, but she is a handful."
Becky practically jumped me. She shrieked and put her arms around my shoulders and started kissing my face. "Oh, sir. That's the sweetest thing. I love being your pet tiger."
I let her kiss me for a few more seconds, then placed her firmly back in her seat and said, "There is still more for you to tell."
"Yes, sir," she said, and then she went on for Jamie. "So I will have a master, and I will have a slave, but I want more. I want someone that I don't control, who doesn't control me. I want someone that will also take care of my master. I want someone that I can love, that he can love, and can love us back. I want an equal in this relationship."
Becky paused, and Jamie looked confused. Then, light dawned. She looked at both of us nervously. "Me?" she squeaked.
"Yes, you!" affirmed Becky. "I already love you. You absolutely cannot tell me you are not hot for him. You had no trouble with two of the rules last night, and you came back for more. He told me to be honest, so I will." Becky leaned forward so her face was right near Jamie's. "I am pursuing you. I am courting you. I want you. I want you to have part of what I have." She leaned forward further and gave Jamie a little kiss. "I want you to be his slave. I want you to be my sister slave."
Jamie didn't say anything. She took a drink, and sat there, staring at Becky. Finally, she seemed to shudder and put herself back together. She looked at Becky and said, "I should be running away screaming, you know. I don't know what I was thinking when I went out on dates with two people at the same time, a couple no less, and my best friend.
"You seem to have very good reasons for doing what you are doing, Becky. I don't have those reasons. I don't have any reason at all. Which is why I cannot understand why I am still sitting here. Why a voice in my head is yelling 'go for it!' at me. You have all the answers, why don't you tell me? Why should I even consider this? Why am I even considering this?"
Becky smiled broadly. She grabbed Jamie and hugged her. "Well, I don't know why exactly, but I can think of a few reasons. First, you love me. Second, even though you won't admit it, I know you have had a crush on him forever, and don't even think of denying it." Jamie looked quickly at me then lowered her eyes, blushing.
"You want to be with him, and you know this is the only way it will happen. Third, you are curious. You wonder what it would be like to be a slave. Fourth, I think deep down, you'd like to be with me. And finally, you were always a little wild and crazy and outside the lines, and I think the unorthodoxy of the whole situation just tweaks your buttons!
"But I need to tell you one thing first. Don't do it just because you want him, or even if you want me. You can have him anyway. I've already decided that he deserves more pussy, and I'm going to get him some. Even if I had never wanted you as my sister slave, I would have offered him to you, or you to him. And you can have me as well, without becoming a slave. But I really think it will be so much better if you do."
Everyone was quiet for a few minutes. "Well," I said into the silence, "That was the hard sell. At least this wasn't sprung on you quite as suddenly as Becky sometimes does, but I know it's a shock. Just think about it, and we'll talk about it more on our next date. Meanwhile, let's just have some fun tonight."
"Well, I think I'd really like to hear more," said Jamie. "I want to know what I am getting myself into if I do this."
"OK then Becky, you'd better tell her what it's like, from your perspective," I told Becky.
"All right," Becky began, "first there are the rules. Rule 1, you must respect and obey him in all things. That means calling him sir, until you are a slave, and then you can call him master."
"But not all the time," I interrupted. "Sir will continue working in many circumstances. I don't know if I can take master this and master that all the time."
"Obeying him should be fairly self-explanatory," Becky continued. "You just have to do whatever he tells you. I try and do whatever he wants, even if he doesn't tell me."
"Even if I don't know I want it?" I asked her slyly.
"Well, sir," she responded, "You are a man. You can't be expected to know what you want! As I was saying, you must obey him, or you will be punished, but that is Rule 3, and I'll get to that.
"Rule 2 is that you must take care of your body. Your body will be his, and he hates it when you are unhappy with anything of his, so you'll have to be happy with your body. He got me a personal trainer, and I'm sure he'll do the same for you. He wants you to be happy with yourself." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Rule 3, punishment. He will punish you as he sees fit, when he sees fit. Maybe even in a cab in front of your best friend!"
"I'm not sure how I much punishment I can take," Jamie said.
"Well, we'll find out tonight," I said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Last night you agreed to abide by rules 1 and 3. You both disobeyed rule 1 when you started fucking before I got to the count of three. Therefore, you, and Becky, will be punished tonight."
"Yes, sir!" said Jamie with a nervous grin.
"Rule 4," continued Becky, "is that in the house you may wear only pre-approved clothes. I have two things pre-approved so far - you've seen both. The white skirt and the apron."
"There will be a third for you soon," I said.
"Oh, goodie!" said Becky. "Rule 5 I think you'll like. You have to cum as often and as loudly as you can. You can't hold back. It's my favorite rule, and I've been following it religiously! Rule 6 is that I have to track the punishments he gives and report when I deserve to be punished. So far, that's all the rules, but he likes dropping new ones on me whenever he likes.
"Oh wait! I forgot another rule, probably because he didn't number it for me. Call it Rule 7. I have to clean his cock off after he cums, no matter what."
"That's not what I said," I clarified. "Every time I cum in her mouth or cunt she has to clean me off with her mouth. It was her choice to do the same after I came in her ass."
"You lick his cock after it's been in your ass?" Jamie asked, scandalized.
"Yes!" Becky said. "It's OK, because every morning I give myself an enema and lube myself up so that I know he won't have any problems fucking my ass."
"You do that every day?" asked Jamie.
"Yes!" responded Becky. "You can't imagine how hot it gets me just thinking that I am ready for him. That any time he wants, he can bend me over and shove his cock into any orifice of mine, with absolutely no preparation. Sometimes I play with myself just thinking about it!"
"Boy, you are not the Becky I thought I knew!" said Jamie.
"That's what I keep telling her!" I said, exasperated. "Every time I think I am getting comfortable with her, she drops to a new level of perversity and depravity. Boy, do I just love it!"
"So, are those all the rules?" Jamie asked me.
"For now," I said. "As Becky told you, there will probably be more. You have to understand that I have no experience doing this. I am flying by the seat of my pants, usually chasing Becky somewhere. (sigh) At least the tiger I have to hold on to has such a beautiful tail.
"Everything we do is an experiment. If one of us doesn't like it, it greatly reduces, though doesn't eliminate, the probability of us doing it again. For instance, I probably would not spank Becky so much and so hard if she didn't cum so damn often when I did it.
"I keep pushing and pushing, but so far I haven't found Becky's limits. Another time Becky can sit down with you and go over the things we've done and tell you how she feels about it, but for now, let me talk about the trial period.
"I have two goals for this trial period. First, I am seeing if Becky will stay the new Becky, my tiger, or go back to being the old Becky. Frankly, she's already convinced me. I don't think she would go back if I wanted to."
"Oh, sir!" Becky screamed, and attacked the inside of my throat with her tongue. She practically climbed into my lap. "Thank you for believing in me! And you're right, I won't go back to being that person!"
When I had settled Becky back down I continued. "The second point of the trial period is to set limits, if I can find any. I told Becky, and I'll tell you, I will be pushing harder this month than ever again. I have done things to embarrass her, things that she would never think of doing, and I'll keep doing them. I want not to just see what her limits are, but to push them beyond what she thought they were."
I smiled at Becky. "Of course, she insists on making it harder for me by pushing where even I wouldn't have thought to go. For instance, finding me another woman. Or more than one. If you decide to do this, I'd suggest watching out for her more than me.
"So that's where we stand. Though Becky might disagree, I don't want to push you. Think about it. Think about it a lot. It is a fairly major commitment, even though you are free to back out at any time. Think about the things Becky might not have thought of.
"For instance, how did your friends treat her? What are they going to think if you join us? What is your family going to think of the arrangement, assuming they find out? Becky insists on being permanently marked as mine. Is that something you will feel comfortable about, or not?
"And I want you to understand that if Becky decides to do something above and beyond what I require, that does not mean that you have to as well. For instance, if she chooses to wear a tattoo to symbolize my ownership of her, that doesn't mean you will have to as well. I will mark you, but not necessarily in a permanent fashion.
"So, that all having been said, do you have any questions?"
"Ummm, not right now," Jamie said. "My mind is sort of spinning. Let me think about it."
"OK," I said, "and if you have any questions, you can either ask me or Becky, and we'd be happy to answer. Now, however, as this is our second date, would you like to join us at our apartment for a nightcap?" I asked with a little leer.
Jamie straightened up a little and said, "I think I would like that, sir."
We left the restaurant and went home. As soon as we walked in the door, Becky stripped her clothes off. As soon as she was naked she dropped to her knees with her legs spread and her hands behind her, in position. Jamie looked at Becky, then at me.
"That is not required of you," I said.
"I'm not sure I'm ready yet," Jamie told me.
"That's OK," I said. "Becky can be a little much for anyone. Since she was so eager to get into position, she can stay there for a while. Come with me."
We went to the couch, and I took her in my arms. "I seem to remember a kiss from last night that I really enjoyed. Maybe we can repeat it?"
She moved into me, and we started kissing and making out. I wrapped my arms around her, slipped my hands under her shirt in the back and ran my hands up and down her back. Slowly, some of the underlying tension that Jamie had was released, and as we continued kissing, she melted into my arms.
Jamie started working her hands on my front, unbuttoning my shirt and running her fingers along my stomach and chest. I meanwhile worked one hand so that I was stroking it up and down the outside of her thigh, while my other hand started moving around to cup her breast. As I held it in my hand, I realized that it was slightly larger than Becky's. I tweaked her nipple a little bit, and she moaned into my mouth.
I took my mouth off of hers and worked it to her ear. As I was licking at her earlobe, I started whispering to her. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh, yes!" she replied.
"Do you mind if I mess with Becky at the same time?" I whispered.
"How?" she moaned.
"I want her to watch us," I explained. "She pushed us to do this, but I think she expected to be involved. I want to show her that she is not in charge. I want her to watch, from close up, but not participate."
"So it's all for me?" she groaned.
"Right now. Later, we'll see," I told her.
"Please, yes, just fuck me," she cried.
I sat up and called out, "Becky. Come here now," as I pointed to a spot in front of the couch. She resumed her position where I pointed. Her pussy was glistening, and she was panting.
I pulled Jamie onto my lap, facing away from me. I slowly pulled up her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts to Becky. I reached over and started rubbing them, playing with the nipples, extending them and releasing them. It was getting both Becky and Jamie worked up.
Then I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down. I soon had a very naked Jamie sitting on my lap. I swung her legs over mine and spread my legs, so that her legs were completely spread, and her pussy exposed, right in front of Becky. I kept my left hand playing with her tits, while I moved my right hand down and slipped a finger through her pussy lips.
While I was rubbing the juices around her pussy, I whispered to her, "After we got into the cab last night, Becky and I licked my finger off, the one I had put into your cunt. You are delicious, you know." Jamie's only response was to moan incoherently. I took the finger out of her pussy and brought it to my lips. "Even better fresh," I said.
As I moved the finger down again, I saw Becky's hands inching forward. "No playing with yourself, Becky!" I announced. She moved her hands back behind her as Jamie opened her eyes to look at Becky.
When I slipped my finger back into Jamie, Becky asked, "Can I cum if I don't touch myself?"
"Of course. Remember rule 5. And you remember it too, Jamie," I said, as I moved my thumb onto her clit.
Jamie yelled, "I remember!" and exploded on my lap. Her head snapped back and just barely missed slamming my face. Her legs stretched out in front of her, and my hand felt like it had been put under a faucet.
After she unlocked her body, I held my drenched hand up to Jamie and said, "Looks like you made me a mess. Care to clean it off?"
She looked back at me, winked, and said, "Yes, sir! If I obey rule number five, it's only fair to also follow seven!" She started licking at my fingers, then sucking them like they were a cock. Soon she had my hand fairly clean. I looked over at Becky, and she was staring at us with glazed eyes. There was actually a little puddle forming under her legs. Even given everything that happened in the past week, I can't remember ever seeing her this turned on.
When Jamie was done with my hand, I whispered, "Strip me." She practically jumped out of my lap, turned around to straddle me, and ripped my shirt off. Then she dropped between my knees and started working my pants off. As soon as she had me nude she slurped up my cock. Her first move shoved it deep into her mouth, then she grabbed it and started licking like a lollipop. I let her continue blowing me for a while, unable to help but compare her to Becky. They had different styles, but were remarkably similar in effect. I actually had a lovely thought of what it would feel like when both of them did it together, each in their own style.
I immediately stopped thinking that, as it was putting me too close to the edge. Instead, I stopped her and pulled her onto the couch. This time, I got down between her legs and I finally got to taste her sweet juices direct from the source. As soon as I stuck my tongue in she started writhing like she was having a seizure. When I moved my tongue to her clit and a finger in her cunt, she started gasping and clenching at my finger. When I moved my pinky around her asshole, she screamed, "Nooooo!" and came.
Now Becky certainly gets wet when she cums, but Jamie was a squirter. I had never experienced that before, and it was an event. My face was drenched. I loved it.
I didn't let Jamie come down too much from this orgasm. First, I turned to Becky, who was only about a foot away from the action. I took my hand that was covered in Jamie's cum and spread it across Becky's face. Then I kissed Becky on the lips with mine, which were likewise covered in Jamie's juices. As I turned back to Jamie I saw Becky licking her lips and as far up her face as she could get.
Meanwhile, I picked Jamie up and moved her. I sat myself on the couch so that when I stretched my legs out, they went on either side of Becky. I then had Jamie straddle me, and she put her pussy right over my upright cock.
From Becky's position, she had a perfect view of my cock sinking into her best friend, until she was seated on me, my cock out of view. "I'm cumming, sir!" I heard Becky cry. I looked around Jamie, as she looked back over her shoulder. Sure enough, Becky was shaking in orgasm, her hands nowhere near her pussy. I think that it was the first time in her life that Becky came spontaneously, without being touched at all, but then again, she has never before been this close to watching two people she loved fucking each other.
As Becky finished her orgasm, Jamie turned back to me and started moving up and down my cock. I grabbed her head and kissed her, enjoying the feel of a new pussy clenched around my cock. Now I haven't fucked that many women, so maybe I'm not experienced enough, but while I can feel the difference between pussies, I cannot begin to explain the way that they feel different. All I know is that they all feel fabulous wrapped around my cock.
Jamie continued slowly riding up and down me, while I pulled her ass open, giving Becky a complete view of our coupling. She had continued kissing me, when all of a sudden she pulled her face away from mine and stared in my eyes, her mouth dropping open. "She's licking my asshole!" Jamie whispered to me. Just then I felt Becky's tongue touch where we were joined.
I looked around Jamie and ordered, "Becky, sit back now!" Becky jumped back, looking confused. "I didn't give you permission to do that. If you move again until I tell you to, I will tie you to the bed, and Jamie and I will spend the next 12 hours fucking every which way on top of you, covering you with fluids, and never helping you get off!
"Do you know why I am not letting you participate?" I asked Becky.
"No, sir!" she responded.
"You need to understand that as much as I let you get away with, I am in charge, not you! Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" she replied.
"Now you sit and watch as I fuck your best friend for the first time. Watch as she cums, and you don't. And think about all the things that I will let you do to her in just a little while. OK?"
"Yes, sir! Thank you sir! I'm sorry, sir!" Becky said.
I turned back to Jamie and kissed her again, as she started moving on me again. She whispered to me, "It was a surprise, but it felt good when she did that. Maybe you could have her do it again?"
I laughed at her, but shook my head. "No, this time is just between me and you. But I promise, she will lick you till you scream, later. Meanwhile, maybe this will help." With that, I took a finger and got it very wet with our combined juices. Then I started probing around her asshole with it, until I finally poked it in, just to the first knuckle.
"Oh!" she cried, and started rubbing her front against me to stimulate her clit. She must have succeeded, because in just a minute she was cumming like a freight train. Another difference between Jamie and Becky is that when Jamie cums, she seizes up, becoming completely stiff. Inside, she clenches down hard. If she wasn't as wet as she was, I wouldn't be able to move, but I was able to, and the pressure became too much as I shot off inside of her.
It took a minute, but she eventually unclenched, and her body dropped onto mine as if all her bones had disappeared. She was breathing hard onto my neck, moaning softly.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"I am fabulous," she replied. "If I were any better, I'd be dead. Thank you, that was wonderful," and she picked her head up and kissed me lightly on the lips before dropping her head back onto my chest. We lay there for a few moments, and my cock started shrinking.
"Sir?" I heard Becky query.
"Yes, Becky?" I responded.
"May this unworthy girl request the privilege of cleaning off your lovely cock?" she asked.
I couldn't help but smile at the pleading in her voice. I couldn't wait till later to review the tape of this and watch her face. And wouldn't Jamie be surprised to see herself on tape?
"Yes, Becky, you may clean me off," I told her happily.
"Oh, thank you sir!" she exclaimed. I was nearly out of Jamie anyway, and when Becky took hold of my cock, it popped out. I could feel our juices seeping out of Jamie, but she barely moved on my chest. Becky started licking all around my cock and up and down the sides.
Jamie giggled and said, "Her hair is tickling my pussy!"
I whispered back, "Soon, that won't be the only thing of Becky's tickling you." Jamie moved up and kissed me passionately.
In just a few short moments, Becky was done with me. She then asked, "Sir, may this unworthy girl request the privilege of cleaning off Jamie?"
Jamie looked at me with a smile, but I shook my head. "No, Becky, you may not. Another time, perhaps, but the first time you eat Jamie I want you to do it just to eat her, not to taste me. Everybody up, we're going to take a shower."
Becky jumped up, but Jamie groaned as she got up. Nonetheless, we all herded one another to the shower. Becky started it up and got some extra dry towels. I got into the shower and pulled Jamie after me.
"Becky, wash Jamie's hair," I instructed. I faced Jamie towards me and started washing her arms and hands. Then I worked up to her neck, then around her face. I took a little time off of cleaning to kiss her some more, and then I assisted Becky with Jamie's hair. Then I moved down and cleaned off Jamie's delightful breasts.
Becky rinsed off Jamie's hair and I rinsed off her front. "Do her back now," I told Becky. While Becky was rubbing soap into Jamie's back, I knelt down in front of her. For the first time, I got a taste of her tits. I licked around the outside. I sucked on her nipples. I bit. I played. I enjoyed myself.
Around back, Becky had shifted from simple washing to a deep massage, and Jamie was enjoying the feelings front and back. Finally, it was time to move on. "Do the backs of her legs," I told Becky, as I started up the front. I got Jamie to spread her legs, and I worked my hands up the inside of her thighs. I rubbed soap around her crotch, then sprayed off her legs and directed a nice pulsating spray right at her clit.
Although Jamie really liked the showerhead, it was time for the next step. Becky had made her way up Jamie's legs and was now cleaning/massaging her ass. I dipped my head down and started nibbling at Jamie's pussy lips. Then I reached through her legs and got one of Becky's hands. I took her finger, and inserted it into Jamie's pussy, while I went to work on her clit with my mouth and tongue.
As Jamie was getting closer, I replaced my tongue with a finger while I latched onto her tits, alternating between them. Jamie started moaning louder and louder, yelling, "Do me harder. Fuck me. Bite my tits!" I obliged, as did Becky, and within moments Jamie was cumming.
As Jamie came, I stood back up and started kissing her. Becky also stood up and wrapped an arm around her from the back, fondling one of her tits. I could tell that her other hand was still exploring the depths of Jamie's pussy. While I kissed Jamie on the mouth, Becky was kissing her neck and ears. I released Jamie's mouth to reach back and kiss Becky.
"Let's get our date to bed," I told Becky. She got out of the shower and got a towel for Becky. We rubbed her down, then dried ourselves, and then we all went to bed. I lay Jamie right in the center, and I sat near her head.
"Are you ready to have your first woman eat you out?" I asked Jamie.
"It won't actually be my first," Jamie said.
"You bitch!" shrieked Becky. "I'm your best friend. How can you not have told me?"
"I'm sorry," said Jamie. "It was a short term thing and I was embarrassed afterwards."
"You've got some explaining to do! But right now, I'm ready to eat my first woman," said Becky, "and I know I will not be embarrassed afterwards. Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong." And Becky went down on Jamie. She spent time exploring, licking all around. She licked from Jamie's asshole to her clit. She tongued around her pussy and then slipped it in.
"You're right, sir," Becky said looking up at me. "She is delicious. I could get quite addicted to this."
"I intend to see that you do," I replied, smiling down at the two of them.
As Becky had her fun, I explored Jamie's upper body with my fingertips and my lips. Despite the numerous times that she had cum, Jamie seemed ready to go again. Becky worked for about ten minutes before she had Jamie screaming again.
After Jamie came, Becky looked up at me and said, "Do I cum as wet as that?"
"Nope," I replied. "She is definitely a squirter."
"And definitely a keeper!" Becky answered.
"Now here is a quandary," I said to Becky. "When I lick you and you mess up my face like that, you clean off my face with your tongue. So who gets to clean off your face, me or Jamie?"
"Oh, sir!" cried Jamie. "Please let me do it!"
"Well, this time," I said, smiling. "But in the future I expect you to share."
Jamie held her arms open and Becky crawled into them. Jamie started licking Becky's face, but it soon devolved into a serious make out session. At one point, Becky picked up her head, looked intently into Jamie's eyes, and declared, "I love you Jamie. I love you now more than I ever have before."
"I love you too, Becky," said Jamie, and the both started crying and hugging.
It's funny, because I thought I was done for the night. I had cum three times today, and the whole time I was watching Becky eat Jamie I was turned on as can be, but I did not get hard. Watching them kiss and declare their love, however, had me hard again.
Becky noticed it first. "Oooh, look!" she squealed. "A treat for us. Who gets it this time?"
"Sir," Jamie said, "Becky hasn't been able to cum much at all tonight. Can you do her?"
"I think so," I said. "But we can do one better. Jamie, put your head over here." After Jamie complied, I told Becky to straddle her. Then I sat back for a moment and watched Becky's first 69, and the first girl/girl 69 I'd witnessed in person. The both looked like they were enjoying themselves.
I then got some K-Y and lubed up my cock. I straddled Jamie's head, and she grabbed my cock and aimed it at Becky's cunt. I pulled back and pointed it up a little bit, and pressed it slowly into Becky's ass. Jamie's tongue had stopped moving to watch this. "I can't believe it's all going in your ass," she said to Becky.
"Ohhhh, its so good!" cried Becky. "Please lick me more!" Jamie went back to work, though every now and then she pulled back to lick my balls. I started really slamming Becky's ass as Jamie was biting on her clit. Jamie also managed to worm a few fingers into Becky's cunt. Soon Becky was screaming through her orgasm. I wasn't ready to cum yet, so I didn't even slow down. Becky attacked Jamie's quim as she came off of her orgasm, and soon they were both approaching another orgasm.
They both popped pretty much simultaneously, and as they were going off, Jamie slid back and stuck her tongue up between my asscheeks. That set me off as well, and I slammed myself into Becky and came deep in her ass.
We all stayed like that while we caught our breaths. Then Becky fell forward, dragging her ass off my cock, which came out with a pop. Jamie reached up with her head, and grabbed my cock in her mouth.
"You don't have to do that, you know, especially out of her ass," I told Jamie.
She took her mouth off my cock and said, "With all due respect, sir, I haven't agreed to obey you yet, so I'll do what I damn well please!" And she sucked my cock back into her mouth and worked it until it was squeaky clean.
She then amazed me even more when she grabbed Becky's hips and stuck her tongue deep into her ass, drinking my cum out of her. "Oh sir!" Becky cried, "She's licking my ass!"
Remembering what Becky had done earlier, I said, "What's good for the goose is good for the other goose," and I lay down next to them to watch Jamie go at it. Jamie finally got everything she wanted out of Becky, and she gave her a final kiss on her clit. Becky then climbed off and re-arranged us with me on one side, Jamie's ass spooned to my cock, and Becky on the other side. A yummy Jamie sandwich.
As I nodded off to sleep, I thought, "Damn, I forgot to give them their punishments!"
Chapter 9
Sunday - Day 9
As I woke up on Sunday morning, I thought back to last evening when Jamie had first begun to suck me off. At the time, I had compared her style to Becky's, and thought how nice it would be to have them both do me at the same time. And now it was happening. I could feel two tongues sliding up and down my cock, one on each side. Occasionally, they would meet at the top for a kiss. They actually kissed each other around the head of my cock. It was a weird and amazing feeling.
Soon they began taking turns, with one of them taking my cock in her mouth while the other licked around my balls. Their styles were different enough that I could tell Becky was on my right side and Jamie was on the left. I could tell for sure when Becky took my cock in her mouth, and Jamie dipped her tongue down as far as my asshole. For someone who had expressed shock at Becky's licking my cock off after being in her ass, Jamie seemed inordinately drawn to asses.
I looked down and all I could see was a red head and a blonde fighting over my cock. I leaned my head back and sighed with pleasure. When Jamie took my cock back in her mouth, Becky said, "Sir, you said that I could shave you this weekend. Can I do it now?" I guess she probably felt that it would be easier to lick my balls if they were not covered in hair. Since I know I love a naked pussy, I couldn't deny her a naked cock.
"OK," I said. "Do you mind if I clean up a bit first?"
"No, sir," she replied, "but I'm not sure if I'll be able to detach Jamie from your cock. I know! Jamie, if you stop doing that now, I'll make sure it's you who gets his cum in her mouth when I'm done."
Jamie pulled off me slowly, until my cock came out of her mouth with a pop. "OK, but I'm going to hold you to that," she told Becky.
I got up and went to the bathroom. They both joined me as I brushed my teeth. I normally pee first, but they left me in a state where that would be impossible, and I needed time to let it go down. As I brushed, Becky was getting shaving supplies together. Finally I was ready to pee, and Becky came over and said, "Please let me help, sir!"
Becky stood to the side of me and held my cock. She aimed for the bowl, and did a pretty good job for a first time. She had to adjust her aim a bit, but didn't make a mess at all. She even shook my dick the way I do. Where she differed from me is that when she was done, she dropped to her knees and licked the tip off and sucked the whole thing in. She pulled off it and said, "All done, sir."
I smiled at her as she led me back to the bed. She laid me down and set up a bowl, shaving cream, scissors, washcloths and a whole bunch of disposable razors. I hadn't realized it would be such a huge production. "How much of me are you expecting to shave?" I asked.
Becky grinned and said, "I need to make sure that my razors are always sharp. You are pretty hairy, and I'll probably go through a lot of razors before I'm done."
Becky started with the scissors. Now I trust Becky implicitly, but I have to admit that seeing those scissors near my cock and balls, I was a little nervous. I didn't say anything, but I must have shown something, because Jamie said, "Don't worry. She would miss them more than you if anything happened to them. She'll be careful."
"I don't know about that," I muttered. Nonetheless, I made no move to stop her. In fact, I made absolutely no move at all, not wanting her to slip. She quickly trimmed my hair down very short all around. One good thing was immediately apparent: my cock looked bigger. Nothing stokes a man's ego more than feeling his cock is bigger!
"Ready, sir?" Becky asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied.
Becky foamed on some shaving cream, and went to work. It took a long time, and she did switch out razors quite often. It was especially weird when she did my scrotum, pulling it out to do it. She even asked Jamie to help. In some ways it was strangely clinical. All I could do, however, is close my eyes and pray.
Becky did a very good job, only nicking me once. I use an electric shaver on my face, and this was my first experience with a razor on myself. When she was done with my cock and balls she had me turn over and get on my hands and knees. Then she did the crack of my ass as well! I am not a particularly hairy man, but I did have some hair there. "This will be better for Jamie when she is licking you," Becky said. I had my head facing Jamie, and when I looked up at her I could see her blushing.
When she was done with my ass, Becky called Jamie over to help her with the lotion. They both applied lotion to my ass and balls, using both their hands and fingertips. During the whole time that I was being shaved I was not hard, the blood all having run off, afraid of the razor. While they were applying lotion, however, the blood started returning to my cock. When they finished my ball sack and ass, they had me turn over and applied the lotion to my pubic area. It seems they felt that my cock also needed lotion, as they pumped their hands up and down my cock, until it was fully hard.
"You can open your eyes now and look," said Becky. I stood up and went to the mirror. It certainly looked bigger, almost scary, but it was weird to me.
"It looks a little strange to me," I said. "But you girls tell me what you think."
"I think it looks fabulous, sir, and I can't wait to get it in me!" Becky said.
"I think it looks great too!" Jamie said. "But you did one thing wrong, Becky. Go sit on the bed, sir."
I did as I was commanded as Becky cleared away the tools and Jamie went to the bathroom. Jamie came back with a new wet washcloth and proceeded to wipe the lotion off my cock and balls. "You silly girl!" she said to Becky. "The lotion goes on after we get to taste him!"
With that, she bent over and took one of my balls into her mouth. "Mmmm, no hair," she said.
"Let me have some of that!" Becky cried, and jumped into bed with us. Soon both women were licking and sucking all around and on my cock.
I was getting close when Becky told Jamie, "I'm sorry, but I have to feel his shaved cock on my bald pussy!" She climbed onto me and slipped her cunt over my cock. She was right; it felt amazing. I could feel her skin rubbing against mine, and when the angle was right, I even think I felt her clit.
"Oh! This is so good!" she said. Unfortunately, between the wake-up blow-job, the fondling and the new feelings I was getting against my shaved skin, I didn't last long at all. Even before she was ready I was pumping my cum into her pussy.
"Hey!" cried Jamie when I had finished, "That's not fair! You promised me that I'd get to eat his cum!"
"I always keep my promises," Becky said. She rolled off of me, spread her legs, smiled up at Jamie and said, "Come and get it!"
Jamie smiled back and dove in between her legs. I needn't have worried about Becky not getting off with me, because Jamie took care of that in spades. After the third or fourth time Becky came, Jamie stopped and said, "Delicious. I think I got all of it."
Becky laughed weakly and said, "You got all of it a long time ago. But you feel free to search for more anytime you want!"
"It's still not fair!" Jamie said. "You both got off this morning, but I didn't!"
"You're right," I said. I pulled her over and rolled on top of her. I wasn't hard yet, but I spread both our legs and said, "Becky, get in here and lick both of us!"
"Yes, sir!" Becky replied.
I started kissing Jamie, seriously making out with her, when I felt Becky settle between our legs. I didn't feel anything on me, but I could tell when she started licking Jamie by the change in her kissing. Soon I felt Becky's tongue on my cock. She only did it for a few seconds, and then the tongue was gone, but it was a real turn-on knowing that it was just a few inches lower in Jamie's pussy.
In a surprisingly short time the combination of Jamie's kisses, her tits pressed against my chest and Becky's light licks on my cock got me hard again. Then Jamie started quivering in orgasm, and I got even harder. Becky then took my whole cock in her mouth. Given the angle, it was bent backwards almost painfully, but the angle also served to turn me on even more.
Becky pulled my cock out of her mouth and pulled me back a little. Then she placed the tip of my cock against Jamie's pussy and pushed it in. She kept pushing until her hand no longer fit between us, and then she reached behind and shoved my ass till I was completely buried in Jamie. As I started moving in and out she tried to lick where we were connected, but that wasn't working. I told her to move out from between our legs.
After Becky was gone, I rolled over, managing to stay planted in Jamie. Jamie started bouncing up and down on me, and I called Becky over to me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her close to me. I kissed her, and then held her head away so that I could look into her eyes.
"Do you realize that you just put your boyfriend's cock into your best friend?" I asked her. "That you made me fuck her? Do you realize what kind of slut that makes you?"
"Yes, sir!" she breathed. "It makes me a slut who just wants to please her master. A slut who will do anything to make you happy! A slut who will find women for you to fuck! A slut for you, sir!"
I kissed her again, hard, bruising her lips. "A slut that does make me happy," I told her. "Now go kiss your best friend, and thank her for allowing me to fuck her."
Becky jumped up and grabbed Jamie in a hug. "Thank you so much for this. Thank you for fucking my boyfriend. I love you so much. Thank you for making me happy!" she said, while kissing and hugging Jamie.
I grabbed Becky's hair again and pulled her down so that I could lick her neck and ear. I whispered to her, "Do you remember what you tried to do last night in the living room while I was fucking Jamie?"
"Yes, sir!" she replied.
"Go do it again, now, and do a good job!" I instructed.
When Becky moved away I started concentrating on Jamie. I pulled her down so that I could lick and bite her tits. She seemed to really like it when I bit her tits. As I was nibbling on her, I reached behind her and pulled on her ass. I could feel Becky's hair as she settled in.
Jamie's eyes opened even wider and she said, "You made her do that. You made her lick my ass!"
"I make her do a lot of fun things," I replied.
Jamie started kissing me hard. "When are you going to fuck my ass?" she asked me.
"Not until you make a decision, one way or another," I told her. She continued kissing me until she screamed her orgasm into my mouth. She pulled back and flung her head up. I grabbed her and bit down on one of her nipples while squeezing the other one hard. That caused her to cum even harder. I eased off and just moved back and forth, sucking on both her nipples. She might have cum, but I was not even close. As she started coming down I felt Becky licking where we were joined.
When Jamie started moving again, I told her to stop and pulled her off. I had Becky lie at the head of the bed, and had Jamie on her hands and knees between her legs. I got up behind Jamie and pushed into her cunt. I grabbed her hair and pushed her head into Becky's cunt.
Until yesterday, I had never been in a threesome. This weekend I had not only fucked two women, but I had them in a number of positions and watched them pleasure each other. Life was certainly good!
I kept fucking Jamie until both of them had been through another orgasm. Then I had them switch. I sank into Becky's cunt as she went to work on Jamie. After a few strokes I pulled out, and prepared to fuck Becky's ass. "Sir!" she said, looking back at me, "I haven't greased myself up yet this morning!"
I spanked her ass and said, "I should do you dry to teach you to be ready for me!"
Becky said, "Yes, sir! Fuck me dry. Please teach me a lesson." Clearly, she did not realize that I was joking. I thought that I would run with it, but I did not want to damage her, or me. So I dipped my fingers in her cunt and pushed a finger into her ass to get it wet. My finger was pulled right in. Clearly, she was still at least partially lubricated from yesterday. I moved some more of her fluids into her ass, and fucked her cunt a little more to get my cock thoroughly soaked. Then I pushed it into her ass.
Her ass was tight, but still reasonably moist. I started fucking her, playing to the fantasy. "I'm going to fuck your ass raw. I'll teach you a lesson. Take it!"
She was screaming now, between licks of Jamie's pussy. "Yes! Fuck my ass, sir! Hurt me! Teach me to take better care of you! Use me! Fuck me! Use me!" She kept screaming and taunting me to fuck her harder, and I did, but not for long. Becky had one hand playing with Jamie's pussy, and one hand playing with her own. She was cumming almost non-stop. Finally, I couldn't take it and I pulled out till only my head was in her ass and blew my load.
Becky collapsed onto the bed, pulling my cock from her ass. She kept muttering under her breath, "Fuck me. Use me. Please!" until that faded out and all you could hear was heavy breathing.
I moved up and cuddled with Jamie while Becky recovered. When her breathing was back to normal, she moved up and took my cock in her mouth.
"You don't have to do that," I told her.
"I made the mess, sir, and I'm going to clean it!" she declared.
When she had cleaned my cock to her satisfaction, she moved up and squeezed herself between Jamie and me. She kissed us both and said, "Thank you so much, both of you. You cannot believe how good you make me feel!"
"Oh yes, I can!" both Jamie and I said together. We all laughed at that.
"Did he really fuck your ass dry?" Jamie asked Becky.
"No, he wouldn't do that, although he could if he wanted," Becky replied. "He was just playing into a fantasy, though it was drier than normal and that helped the fantasy." She then wrapped her arms around both of us and said, "I love you both so much!"
Jamie kissed Becky, and then moved down her body. She forced Becky to roll over onto me and said, "I'll kiss you and make you all better."
Becky moaned into my chest and said, "Sir! She's licking my ass! She's sticking her tongue into my ass!"
"Well, his big cock opened your ass up so much, it's easy to get in and get all that delicious cum!" Jamie said. She continued while Becky moaned quietly into my chest. Then she climbed back up and snuggled into Becky's back, kissing Becky's neck and ears. "All clean now, you little ass slut." Becky just moaned again and ground her ass back into Jamie.
We stayed in bed for a while longer, but eventually we got up for breakfast. At breakfast Becky asked, "So did you enjoy how I am training Jamie to be a good wake-up slut, sir?"
"Very much," I said, smiling at both of them. "Do you girls have any plans for today?"
"Our plans are to do anything you want us to do, sir," Becky answered.
"OK, then here is the plan," I told them. "I want both of you to go out. I want you to grab lunch. I want you to go shopping. I want you to hang out. You may not talk about anything that happened this weekend, or any choices that Jamie might be making. I just want you to go out and have fun as two friends."
"That sounds nice, sir," said Becky. "But what are you going to do all day?"
"I have an errand or two, but mostly I am going to try and recuperate from two nymphomaniacs," I told them. "You girls be back at six so that we can get ready for dinner. After dinner we'll take Jamie home so that she can go to work tomorrow."
They agreed, got dressed and went out. I drank lots of fluids and collapsed on the bed. I wasn't kidding - they were going to kill me if this kept up!
By six o'clock I was up and energized. I had done a few errands, cleaned up a little (the sheets definitely needed washing!) and had a large lunch. I also did a little editing of the living room video on my computer.
They came in laughing together. Becky jumped up on me and gave me a big kiss. "Thank you, sir! That was so much fun! Ooops, sorry," she said, and dropped off and pulled her clothing off.
Jamie looked at her, grinned, and removed her clothes as well. "When in Rome..." she said.
"So, what did you guys do today?" I asked.
"Just girl stuff," Jamie answered. "It was a lot of fun. What about you?"
"I just hung around and guzzled lots of fuel so that I could keep up with you sex machines," I told them. We all laughed and then talked about where to go for dinner. We all agreed on somewhere casual.
Once we had agreed on a place to eat tonight, I asked them to the bedroom. I told them, "Both of you have some punishments coming. I think now would be a good time to deliver them." Becky lowered her head, but Jamie looked at me nervously.
"We'll start with you, Becky," I said. "Can you tell me what you deserve to be punished for?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I started fucking you before you told me I could on Thursday, and I didn't listen to you last night when you told me to stay on the floor and watch."
"That's right," I told her, "but you've forgotten some things. Yesterday when I was fucking you, I told you not to move on me, and you did. When you did, I recall your words were, 'Spank me! Whip me!' Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir!" Becky said, slipping off the bed to the floor and kneeling in position. "I'm sorry that I forgot, sir."
"You will get 10 with the paddle for moving when I told you not to. You'll get 10 with the paddle for not obeying me last night. You'll get 5 with my hand for forgetting that you were owed a punishment. And you'll get 10 with my hand for starting to fuck before I reached three. Do you accept that?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "Twenty with the paddle and 15 with your hand."
"Yes. Although didn't you also say something about a whip? Oh well, another time. Get up on the bed, facing the headboard. Hands over your head, head to the bed, ass in the air. Jamie, please get the cuffs from the box near the bed over there, and cuff her hands to the headboard."
"Yes, sir," Jamie replied, quietly, as Becky positioned herself the way I had instructed.
When Becky was in position and bound to the bed, I asked, "Are you ready?"
"Oh! Yes, sir! Please punish me as I deserve!" Of all the things that Becky had done to surprise me, probably the most surprising was how these punishments turned her on. I don't think that the pain itself was a turn on, as I was not really hitting her that hard. I think it was something about the submission. I would definitely need to discuss it with her later. But for now, I had a yummy ass in front of me begging for a reddening.
I started with my hand, because I love seeing my hand print on her ass. I started slowly, leaving time between each spank for the effect to become noticeable. Then I picked up speed. Each time I spanked her, Becky mumbled, "Thank you, sir!"
After fifteen, I asked Jamie to get me a paddle. When she got it, she handed it to me almost formally, and then backed off to watch. The first swat with the paddle caused Becky to scream. I waited a moment and she said, "Thank you, sir. Please keep going."
I continued paddling, not too hard, but hard enough, until I was done with the twenty. The whole time I was paddling, her legs were opening wider. By the time I was done both Jamie and I could see her pussy lips spreading open. We could almost see her nectar flowing from her pussy. There was a drop hanging from the top of her pussy. Her ass kept moving back, thrusting into the swats that I was no longer giving her. She was muttering under her breath, and from what I could hear she was saying, "Thank you for punishing me, sir. Thank you for punishing me, sir," over and over.
"Becky!" I said. "I've finished your spanking." Becky couldn't get up because she was tied down, but she called out loud, "Thank you for disciplining me as I deserve, sir!"
I said, "You're welcome, my beautiful Becky, but there is something more. Do you remember when Jamie was over for dinner and you made her think that I was forcing her to remove her panties? I punished you for making her think it was my requirement, but I told you that she would have to punish you for tricking her. Do you remember?"
"Yes, sir! I do," she said. "Jamie, I'm sorry that I tricked you. It was wrong. I should not have done that, and I deserve to be punished. Please punish me for what I did wrong to you!"
Jamie looked at me in surprise. I told her, "Normally I am in charge of all punishments, but when someone does something wrong to a particular person, that person should deliver some of the punishment. I want you to spank Becky ten times with your hand. She will count each one and thank you. Are you ready to do that?"
Jamie still looked shocked, but she nodded her head. She got into position behind Becky's already glowing ass and said under her breath, "Here goes nothing," and spanked Becky.
"Thank you for my first spank. Harder please, Jamie," Becky said.
Jamie complied with the second one, but Becky kept asking for harder. By the time she reached ten, Jamie was slamming Becky's ass as hard as she could. When she had delivered the tenth blow Becky screamed, "Please sir, please! I need to cum! Please make me cum!"
Jamie looked even more shocked, but I said, "Jamie, put her out of her misery. Touch her."
Jamie reached over to Becky's pussy, and as soon as her hand touched it Becky started cumming. Jamie shoved two fingers in while she was cumming, and rubbed her thumb on Becky's clit, causing Becky to wail. If we were going to keep this up I would need to soundproof my apartment.
When Becky was done, Jamie licked off her fingers and looked at me. "Yes, Jamie, it's your turn now. Because Friday night was the only time you were supposed to obey me, you only have one punishment coming. You'll get 10 spanks with my hand, the same that Becky got for that infraction. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir," Jamie said. Rather than put her on the bed, I positioned a chair near the bed where Becky could see from where she was still tied to the bed. I instructed Jamie to lie across my lap, and when she was ready, I began.
I didn't hit her too hard, but by the end there were tears in her eyes. Nevertheless, she said, "Thank you for disciplining me as I deserved."
I kissed her and had her release Becky. Becky jumped up and kissed Jamie's tears away. "It wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked Jamie.
Jamie shook her head. "Did it turn you on at all?" Becky asked her.
"Maybe a little," Jamie laughed, "but clearly not nearly as much as it turns you on!"
Becky blushed a little and laughed. "I do get worked up by it, don't I? If it starts to feel any better, I might start disobeying on purpose!"
"If you do that," I told her, "then the punishment will be no spankings!"
"Oh, no sir!" Becky exclaimed, falling to her knees in front of me. "Don't torture me like that! I'll be good, I promise!" I pulled her up and gave her a raspberry for her efforts.
"Who's ready for dinner?" I asked.
"Ohhh, can we go somewhere where we stand up and eat?" Becky asked, and we all laughed. We got dressed and went out to dinner. It was a casual place, and the line was not long.
As we were being seated, Becky winced when she sat in her chair. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky said. "I guess I encouraged Jamie a bit too much at the end."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have hit you that hard..." Jamie started, but Becky grabbed her face and kissed her.
"Hush," she told Jamie. "I asked you to do it that hard, and I loved it when you did! Every time it hurts me to sit I will think of you doing that to me as I was tied up, and it will make me warm and wet. You'd better not be sorry, and if you ever have to do it again, you'd better do it even harder! OK?"
Jamie looked not completely sure about it, but she said, "OK." Becky gave her another little kiss and sat back in her chair with a wince and a smile.
Dinner was nice, and we did not talk about anything that happened. After dinner we both took Jamie back to her apartment.
"Can I invite you in?" Jamie asked.
"You'd better not," I laughed. "If you do that, I'll never be able to get up for work tomorrow. You go have a nice night and dream of us."
Jamie grabbed Becky in a hug and gave her a quick kiss. "Thank you so much for this weekend," she said to Becky. "Everything about it was fabulous!"
Then she turned to me and gave me a similar hug and kiss, also thanking me. Before she went in she said, "Could we have another date next Friday? I will make my decision by then."
Taking her hands in mine, I said, "We would love to take you out next Friday, whatever your decision is." I gave her another little kiss and released her. She gave Becky another quick kiss and ran into her building.
Becky and I headed home. She stripped at the door, and I could see how red her ass was. She would have some bruising, but not much. I insisted on putting lotion on her before we went to sleep, and we drifted off with her lying across my chest.
Chapter 10
Monday - Day 10
I woke up Monday morning conflicted. On the one hand, it was Monday, and I had to go back to work after such a lovely and interesting weekend. On the other hand, I was getting a blowjob from a beautiful woman. I decided I'd worry about work later. For now, I'd just revel in the wonderful blowjob.
I did revel, but I soon grabbed Becky and pulled her up for a kiss. "All ready for work?" I asked her.
"Almost, sir," she replied. "I was just getting my breakfast."
"Well, today you are going to have to do without breakfast," I told her.
"No breakfast for Becky?" she said with a pout.
"No, my nasty little cum slut," I replied. "You'll have to get a donut or something to tide you over. You and Jamie nearly killed me this weekend, and I need time to recharge, especially given what I have in store for you."
This was another thing that Becky and I used to disagree about. Sometimes I just wanted to play without reaching a conclusion. But Becky never let me start anything unless we had time to finish. She always said that it would leave her too frustrated.
As for me, I felt that being frustrated was not always a bad thing. I'd rather she popped me in her mouth and licked me for 10 seconds than do nothing. As long as I knew that eventually we'd finish up what we started, both the memory of the short tease and the anticipation of what was to come delighted me. This morning's session would keep me wound up all day, and tonight I had something planned that I thought we would both like.
"What do you have in store for me?" Becky asked eagerly.
"You'll find out when you get home," I told her. "I'm going to leave a new outfit on the bed for you. You can wear it in the apartment."
"Oh, Goody!" she said. "Are you sure I can't have my breakfast?"
"No, you can't!" I said, spanking her ass. "Go to work!"
"Yes, sir!" she said, and off she went.
I got ready for work and left after setting out her outfit for her.
I was sitting at work when I got the phone call from her. "Hi, Becky. What's up?"
"Sir, I have a favor to ask," she said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Rachel and I have been talking," Becky told me, "and we'd like to go out for girl's night out. Sir, may I please have permission to go out with her tomorrow night?"
"Is she right there?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"And are you trying to tweak her buttons?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"So you want me to do something outrageous?" I queried.
"I'm not sure what you mean, sir," she responded.
"Let me talk to her," I instructed.
"Yes, sir," she said. I heard her talking to Rachel and then she handed the phone to Rachel.
"Hello?" said Rachel.
"Hi," I responded. "I hear you want to go out with Becky. That's fine with me, you just need to make sure of a couple of things."
"What?" Rachel asked, sounding confused.
"You need to make sure she is home by 11PM, and you should make sure she doesn't flirt too outrageously with any men. Can you do that?" I asked her.
"Can't she do that herself?" Rachel replied.
"Yes, she can," I said, "but I find it best to make sure that someone is in charge of her when she is out of my direct control. I'll make sure to tell her that she has to listen to you tomorrow night and do what you say. Now, you have a good time!"
"Ummm, OK," Rachel said, sounding very unsure of herself.
She handed the phone back to Becky who said, "Yes, sir?"
"I've told Rachel that I will instruct you to listen to her tomorrow night. That she is to have you home by 11PM and she should not let you flirt with any men too badly. She thinks she will have to be in charge of you. Is that about what you were looking for?"
"No sir," she replied, "but it will do. I'll see you at home tonight. I love you, and thank you for taking care of me."
This should lead to an interesting discussion tonight.
When I got home in the evening, I came in expecting to see her waiting for me in her new outfit, but the apartment was empty! I was quite surprised that she hadn't called me to tell me that she was going out. I was about to call her on her cell phone when there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door and there she was. She was standing outside the door in the outfit that I had picked out, a bag in her hand. Let me describe the outfit. She was wearing a button down white shirt, a size or two too small. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra, as the shirt was not that thick and her nipples were standing out quite prominently. She was wearing what could be called a catholic schoolgirl uniform skirt, plaid and very short. She was wearing white knee socks and black patent leather shoes.
Her red hair was done up in a ponytail and she was either wearing no makeup, or just a small amount. She looked like she was 15 or 16 years old, and that is only because her breasts were so obvious. If I was really into this kink, I would have gotten her a tight white bra and she could have passed for 13 or 14.
My cock, which had been half hard all day, suddenly popped all the way up.
"Excuse me, sir," she said. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I am selling some things to raise money for my school, and I was wondering if you were interested in buying anything from me?"
It took me a second, then I said, "Certainly little girl. Why don't you come in and you can show me everything that you have."
"OK, sir. My name is Becky," she said, skipping into my apartment. She skipped! I had her sit on the couch, while I sat across from her.
"So what are you offering today, little Becky?" I asked.
She reached over into her bag, and started taking some things out of it. While she did, I noticed that she was sitting with her legs spread a little, and I could see right up her skirt; she was wearing plain white cotton panties. The illusion was slightly spoiled by the fact that she had a very large wet spot right over the entrance to her pussy, but I could live with that.
"We have chocolate," she said, pulling out some chocolate bars and putting them on the table, "and cards and wrapping paper," she continued, pulling those out as well, "and a catalog of cookies and cakes." When she pulled out the catalog, something else fell out and she quickly and guiltily shoved it back in the bag.
"Is there something else in there for me to see?" I asked.
"Oh, no sir!" she said. "I'm not selling anything else. That's just something I have to give back to my best friend Jamie."
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's personal, sir," she said. "I would be very embarrassed to show you."
"Oh, I feel like we are becoming friends, Becky," I told her. "You can tell me what you have."
"Do you promise not to make fun of me, sir?" she asked.
"Of course I won't make fun of you!" I said. "I would never make fun of a friend."
"OK, sir," she said. My little actor was actually blushing!
Becky pulled out the last thing from the bag. It was a medium sized dildo!
"That is your friend Jamie's?" I asked, taking it from her.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"How come you have it?" I asked.
"She let me borrow it," she said.
As I was holding the dildo, I noticed that it was wet and sticky. I held it up to my nose, and it was quite fragrant.
"This is wet," I said.
"Oh! I'm sorry, sir!" Becky said, burying her face in her hands. "I used it before and I didn't wash it off! I'm so embarrassed!"
"There is no need to be embarrassed," I told her. "Everyone masturbates sometimes. I do it all the time! It's OK. You are lucky to have a friend like Jamie who will lend you her personal items."
"But I'm not, sir!" Becky cried out. "She only gave it to me because she said I couldn't get my own boyfriend! She has a boyfriend, and she's done all sorts of things with him, and she always tells me about it! Soon she's even going to go all the way with him!
"It's not fair, because I don't have a boyfriend, and she treats me like a little girl because I haven't done anything, and she thinks she is such an expert just because Tommy Michaels felt her up and she jerked him off! I am not a baby!"
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked. "Surely someone as pretty as you has a boyfriend!"
"Do you really think I'm pretty, sir?" she asked. "No one wants to be my boyfriend. All the other girls have bigger boobies and boys think that since I've never gone out with anyone, and since my parents are so strict, they won't get anywhere with me. It's not fair!"
"So your friend Jamie keeps teasing you because she is more experienced than you?" I asked.
"Yes, sir!" she said vehemently. "And it's not because I'm more of a prude than she is! It's just that I haven't had the opportunity!"
"Well, if the boys in your school are too dim to see how attractive you are, maybe you should look elsewhere for someone who does think you're pretty," I said.
"But, sir!" Becky cried, "Where would I find someone like that? Ohhhh!" She lowered her eyes and said, "You said that you thought I was pretty, didn't you sir?"
"I certainly did, Becky," I told her. "I think you are a very pretty girl, and I think your boobies are just perfect on you! Would you like me to show you some things? I can show you things that Jamie and her little boyfriends would never think of doing!"
"Would you, sir?" Becky asked, bouncing up and down on the couch. "She would be so jealous if she thought that I had done more than she had!"
"Maybe," I said. "But if we are to do this, there are a few things you will have to agree to, OK?"
"Yes, sir. Anything!" she said.
"First," I began, "even though you want to be a woman, most people see you as a little girl. I could get into trouble helping you, so you mustn't tell anybody about me, not even Jamie. You can tell her what we do, but not exactly who you do it with."
"OK, sir," she replied. "You are so nice that I wouldn't want to do anything to get you into trouble!"
"Good," I told her. "Next, since I am the teacher, you'll have to do everything I say, OK?"
"OK, sir!" she replied.
"If you don't listen to me, I may have to punish you," I said, with a twinkle and grin.
"Ooooh, would you pull my panties down and spank my bare fanny?" she asked.
"I might have to," I responded seriously.
"I understand, sir," she said, just as seriously. "If I am naughty, you should spank me."
"OK, then," I said. "Tell me what you've done so far."
"That's just it, sir!" she said with exasperation. "I haven't done anything. I once kissed a girlfriend to practice, and I've played with my thing with my hands and just today I used that thing I borrowed from Jamie on my thing. But that is all!"
"Well clearly," I started, "the first task that you have to do is learn some words. Not everything is a 'thing.' The item in your bag is a dildo. The place you use it on is your pussy or your cunt. And you don't have boobies; you have tits. And if you get lucky, a boy might put his cock or dick into your cunt. Do you remember all those words?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and damn if she wasn't blushing! My Becky, of 'Fuck me hard up the ass, sir!' fame, was blushing while I pretended to teach her these words.
"OK then, my little Becky, tell me again what you've done so far," I instructed her.
She looked me in the eye and said, "I once kissed a girlfriend to practice, and I've played with my pussy with my hands and just today I used that dildo I borrowed from that bitch Jamie on my cunt. And I want to do more!"
"OK then, lets start with the basics," I told her. "Come sit on my lap and we'll practice kissing." She hopped off the couch and dropped into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. She brought her face to mine and kissed me. It was actually a pretty crappy kiss!
"First, you need to relax your lips more," I told her. "Also, keep your mouth slightly open, so that I can slip my tongue in. Are you ready to try again?"
"Yes, sir, I'll do better!" she said. And she did. The second kiss was much better. After I slipped her my tongue, she drilled right back. We probably kissed for about 10 minutes, and I swear I had flashbacks to my first girlfriend, kissing me in the back of a movie theatre.
"That's a lot better Becky," I told her, "but you know that if a boy has you in his lap, he is going to want to run his hands all over your body. Are you ready for me to show you how boys do that?"
"Oh, yes sir," she said. "But what if I get ticklish?"
"We'll deal with that if that happens," I said to her, smiling. Then I moved in to kiss her again. I started by running my hands up and down her back. Then I ran my hand around her side, causing her to shiver, and then lightly cupped her tit. I ran my hand all around it, and over to the other one. Late nights in cars flashed in my mind. Becky moaned into my mouth as my hand caressed her breasts.
She gasped and pulled back when I unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. "Sir!" she exclaimed.
"Do you really think that any red-blooded boy, having felt your sexy tits over your shirt, will be satisfied? They will want to feel them first hand!"
"Do you really think my tits are sexy?" little Becky asked in a small voice.
"I think they are sexy, and arousing and perfect!" I said.
Becky plastered her lips to mine and had no complaints as I unbuttoned her shirt all the way. She sighed deeply when I slipped my hand in and tweaked her nipple. "Oh, sir!" she moaned as I slipped my head down and licked at her swollen nipple.
"No bra?" I asked.
"My boobies, I mean tits, are too small," she said. "My mom won't buy me one yet."
"Well, I personally love it when the girl I'm kissing isn't wearing a bra," I said.
"Then I won't ever wear one when I come over!" Becky said.
I went back to kissing her, and I moved my hand down to rub her leg. I started to move my hand up under her skirt when she slammed her legs together. I started to pull away to talk to her, but she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back as she let her legs slip open.
I rubbed around her thighs for a while, getting closer and closer to her panties. When I reached her panties, they were sopping wet. I pushed my hand up against her crotch and she shuddered, cumming on my hand.
"Oh, sir!" she said. "That was better than when I play with myself!"
"We're just getting started," I told her. I lifted her up and carried her to the couch. I laid her down and knelt next to the couch. I pulled her shirt open, and leaned back to look at her. Her hair was still in the ponytail, her shirt was open to expose her chest, which was heaving as she struggled to breathe. Her skirt was hiked up exposing her panties, which were soaked all through the crotch. She looked utterly sexy.
I leaned over and kissed her mouth. Then I kissed down her neck till I reached her breasts. I kissed and bit each nipple, bringing gasps from Becky. I moved down and reached under her skirt to pull her panties down.
"No, sir!" Becky cried, holding my hands in place.
"Why can't I take off your panties?" I asked.
"I'm too embarrassed! You'll think I'm a baby!" she cried.
"Why would I think you are a baby? I asked.
"Because I don't have any hair there!" Becky said in an anguished voice. "Most of the other girls have hair on their things, I mean their pussies. But I haven't gotten mine yet. I look like a little baby!"
I kissed her on the lips and said, "You silly girl! Do you know that half the men my age want their women to shave off their pussy hair? They want them to have pussies that look just like yours!"
"Really?" she said.
"I would never let my girlfriend grow hair on her pussy," I told her.
"OK, sir," she said with a shy smile, releasing my hands.
I pulled her panties down, and she put her legs down, close together. "Open up for me," I said.
I went back to kissing her as she opened her legs up and allowed my hand in. I ran my hand all over her body, from her neck, to her tits, to her waist, to her pussy. I moved my fingers into her wet crack and I said, "This is where you put the dildo? Did you push it all the way in?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "Even though I'm really a virgin, I don't have my hymen anymore. I think I broke it in gym one time."
"That just makes it better for you when you do fuck for the very first time," I said.
"Are you going to fuck me, sir?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?" I countered.
"I'm not sure," she said. "I'm afraid, but your fingers are making me so fluttery. I feel like I'm going to explode again!"
"Do you mean that you think you are going to cum?" I asked.
"Yes, sir! I feel like I am going to cum soon!" she replied.
"Well that is a very good thing," I said. "Lets see if I can't help you." I dipped another finger into her cunt and let my thumb rub her clit.
In just a few seconds Becky was yelling, "Oh, sir! You're going to make me cum, you are!" And she did.
After she calmed down, I kissed Becky again and asked, "What did Jamie do with her boyfriends?"
"They felt her up, and she played with their things till they spurted," she said. "But it was in the dark, and I don't think she ever got to see it good."
"So they don't get her off?" I asked.
"I don't think so, sir," she replied. "If they made her feel like you already made me feel, she would be bragging about it all the time!"
"Then would you like to see a cock in the light?" I asked.
"Oh yes!" she squealed.
I stood up and took off my shirt, my shoes and socks, and then my pants. I stood there in just my jockeys and asked, "Would you like to take these off?"
"OK," she said. She sat up and reached for my briefs. Her face was level with my cock, and when she pulled my underwear down, my cock bounced out and hit her in the face.
"It's so big!" she whispered. Then she said, "Hey! You don't have any hair down there either!"
I had forgotten that, and I said, "I told you that I didn't let my girlfriend grow her hair, so I let her shave off mine to be fair."
"It's so big," she repeated. "How can that go into a girl?"
"Well, it usually doesn't go into girls," I told her. "It goes into women. Do you think that you are a woman?"
"I want to be, sir!" she said quietly. "But I'm a little scared!"
"Don't worry my little Becky," I reassured her. "We won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Do you want to play with it a little bit?" I asked, sitting down next to her.
"Can I, sir?" she asked.
"You can look, you can touch, you can feel, you can smell, you can taste," I told her. "Anything you like. You can play as hard as you like with my cock, just be careful of my balls below it".
She then spent the next ten minutes exploring my cock as if she'd never seen one before. As she played I slipped off her shirt so that all she had on was the sexy schoolgirl skirt.
"How does Jamie get the boys off?" she asked.
"She moves her hand up and down, like this," I said, and demonstrated. She replaced my hand with hers and gave me an admirable handjob.
"Are you going to spurt soon?" she asked.
"It's called cumming," I replied. "And no, I won't. Schoolboys can cum if a girl gets near them, but it often takes more to make a man cum."
"What can I do to make you cum?" she asked.
"Well, what you are doing now is called a handjob," I explained. "Something that feels even better is a blowjob."
"I've heard of that!" she said. "You want me to put it in my mouth?"
"All the women that I have dated have done that," I said. "But I bet a little girl like Jamie never has."
"You're right," Becky giggled. "Jamie never did it, but I will!" And she leaned over and put my cock in her mouth. And the little bitch bit me! It's one thing to fake bad kissing, but faking a bad blowjob can be dangerous.
"Ouch!" I said. "The only time you ever use your teeth in a blowjob is to gently run them up and down a cock, and then only after you've had a lot of practice. Be careful, and use your tongue and lips a lot!" She suddenly got a lot better at it.
"Wow, you do that better than most of the full-grown women I know," I told Becky.
She took her mouth off my cock and smiled proudly at me. "Thank you, sir! I'm trying. That will show Jamie!" and she started blowing me again.
"All the guys are going to want you to do this, but should I tell you a secret?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes, tell me more," she said eagerly.
"Most of the boys will want you to make them feel good," I explained, "but won't do anything to make you feel good. So what you should do is have them make you feel good first. You shouldn't blow them until they eat you!"
"Eat me?" she squeaked.
"Yes, I'll show you," I told her, and I laid her down and started licking her bald little pussy.
"Oh! This is even better than your fingers! Even better than a dildo! This is great!" Becky continued a stream of encouragement right through when I made her cum again.
"Oh, that was so good, sir!" she told me. "I bet Jamie has never done any of this! She thinks she's so grown up, but all she's ever done is jerk off a couple of guys. She never had someone eat her!"
"You know what would really show Jamie?" I asked.
"What, sir?" she responded.
"If she were still a little girl virgin, but you were a woman who has fucked a man!"
"Oooooo! That would steam her so much!" Becky said. "Lets do that. Please do it to me now!"
"Do what to you now?" I asked.
She smiled widely at me and said, "Please fuck my little girl pussy and make it into a woman's cunt. Please fuck me and play with my titties. Please make me a woman!"
"I think it would be better if you made yourself a woman," I said. "Don't go back to Jamie and say 'I let a man fuck me.' Go back and say, 'I fucked a man!' Climb on me and fuck me yourself.
"Yes, sir!" she said, and she climbed on my lap.
"Wait a minute!" I cried. "I don't have a condom. You should always fuck with a condom so you don't get pregnant! We shouldn't do this."
"But sir, I just finished my period a few days ago!" she said. "I learned in health class that this time is pretty safe."
"But I could still make you pregnant," I said.
"I don't care, sir! I'll take the chance. If you make me pregnant I'll never tell who it was. Please just let me fuck you!" And with that, she slipped her very wet pussy over my cock.
'Very tight, ' I thought to myself, 'but not quite as tight as a 15 year old virgin.'
"Oh, it is so big!" Becky moaned. "Please let me wait to get used to it." But Becky herself couldn't wait long, and very shortly she was bouncing up and down on me while I cupped her ass with my hands.
Becky wrapped her arms around my neck and her head was resting on my shoulder. As she bounced up and down she said, "I'm fucking my first man! Jamie will be so jealous. I can be just as slutty as her. I'm not the little girl, she is! I'm a woman. She'll believe me when she sees my stomach getting bigger. You're going to spurt in me. You're going to make a baby in me. Make a baby in my 15-year-old tummy. Knock me up! Put a baby in me. Do it! Do it! Cum in my while I cum!"
With that, Becky came hard, and took me with her. I came in her, amazed at the fantasy that she was acting out. After she relaxed for a few moments she pulled off of me and looked at my cock. It was covered in our cum. She reached over and ran her fingers up my cock, scooping up as much liquid as she could. She then reached over and shoved her fingers up her cunt.
I looked at her in surprise and she said, "Since you already put your cum in me, I thought I should get all of it. And don't worry. I promise that if I do get pregnant I'll never rat you out. But next time I'll bring condoms."
"So you'll be over again?" I asked.
"Of course! I'm sure there is sooo much more that you could teach me," she said while playing with my spent cock. "It's so funny how he can be so big and hard one minute and so small and soft the next. And he's so messy!"
"Well if you want to be a really good slut," I told her, "you would make sure that you clean any messes you make with your mouth!"
"Oh, sir, I'm sure you will teach me to be the best little slut, and not a little girl at all!" Becky said, and dropped down and cleaned my cock off with her mouth.
When she was done, she kissed me, and then started getting dressed. She put all her stuff into her bag, and then held up the dildo and said, "I have to drop this off at Jamie's and then go home and do my homework. Oooo, I have a wicked idea!" She pulled her panties to the side and inserted the dildo into her dripping cunt. "Maybe she'll use it tonight, and some of your cum will go in her and knock her up! That will show the bitch!"
She finished putting everything away, kissed me again and said, "Thank you for teaching me so much!" With that she skipped off into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
About a minute later the door to the bedroom burst open and Becky ran out and literally jumped into my lap. She grabbed me and kissed me all over my face.
"How do you always know what will turn me on so much? That was great! Everything you did. Oh! I never knew how much that would turn me on. Thank you!"
"No! Thank YOU!" I said. "You were pretty fabulous yourself. You play a 15 year old girl perfectly!"
"And you play a dirty old man pretty well yourself!" she replied.
"Old?" I said, indignantly.
"Only from the perspective of a 15 year old girl," she reassured. "Was that costume for you, or did you know it would turn me on so much?"
"Well, since you've become more sexually open with me, you've let some things slip," I told her, "and some of the things that you've said made me suspect that this would get your motor running."
"Did it ever! I love the outfit!" she said.
"Well that's good," I told her, "because part of it is another house outfit. You may wear the skirt and the shirt, though the shirt must be unbuttoned and tied together underneath your pretty tits. No panties; they are only for when we are playing. And I like your bare legs. Also, when you are wearing it, I want your hair up in two ponytails, one on each side of your head."
"Do you really think my titties are pretty?" she asked, holding them up to me.
"Yes!" I said, kissing each of her nipples, "Now go take your sexy body, little girl, and get it cleaned up for dinner! I'll go make something for us to eat."
"Yes, sir!" she said as she scampered off to the bedroom.
At dinner I asked Becky about her day. In addition to the conversation that she had with Rachel, both Jamie and Christine had called her.
"Jamie wanted to talk more about our relationship," Becky told me. "She seems to be giving our proposal serious consideration. I guess I thought that she would just go along with it, but she appears to be taking your advice and thinking about all aspects.
"She asked me about all the things that you made me do, and which things I did myself. I actually got quite wet rethinking all those things. Have I told you how much fun I am having?"
"You might have said something once or twice," I told her, "but I always like hearing it."
"Well," Becky continued, "it is clear to me that Jamie has not made up her mind yet. She definitely is thinking it through all sides.
"Christine is another puzzle to me. She called and we just chatted. At first I thought that she had decided not to be my slave, and to just be friends, but when I asked her about it she very neatly sidestepped my questions. I am not sure what she was doing, and it is frustrating me.
"Sir, now I'm worried that we won't have Jamie or Christine!"
I pushed my chair back, opened my arms, and indicated she should come to me. She came over and sat in my lap. I held her and kissed her face. "My little Becky, would it be so bad if it was just the two of us? We'd still be able to have fun with Jamie, even if she wasn't your sister slave. And knowing you, you'd come up with other schemes to tweak both our buttons. I've told you before, I would be perfectly happy to spend the rest of my life only being with you."
Becky smiled at me and kissed me. I held her for a while longer, and then we hung around until bedtime, though Becky remained somewhat subdued. At bedtime, Becky came up to me, knelt before me and asked, "Sir, would you collar and cuff me and then make love to me?"
"Of course, my little tiger," I said. I collared her, put on her cuffs, unclipped, and took her to bed. I made love to her slowly and for a long time, and eventually we both came. We snuggled together (after she insisted on cleaning me off, of course) and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Tuesday - Day 11
I struggled awake to a different sensation than normal (at least in the sense of normal that I've come to expect the last few weeks). Instead of her normal blowjob, Becky was barely touching my dick with her tongue. It almost felt like she was writing on me with her tongue. I looked at her to see what was up and she slithered up me until she was lying on me.
"Good morning, sir," she said.
"Good morning, Becky. Are you OK?" I asked.
"Not really, sir. I got up early this morning and I've been thinking a lot," she said.
"Would you like to tell me about it?" I asked.
"Sir, I'm angry with you!" she said.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"You let me be a bitch for far too long," Becky said. "We've been together for two years, and never once did you put me in my place until just now. Sir, why did you let me go on treating you like that for so long?"
This was a bit much for just waking up. I shook myself awake further and sat up a little, looking in her eyes. "What is bringing this on?" I asked.
"I couldn't sleep much last night," Becky replied. "I thought about our whole relationship. Actually, I thought about all my relationships, but mostly I thought about ours. I know why I acted like I did; I didn't know any better. But sir, it is clear now that you know better. Why didn't you take me in hand earlier? Why did we waste all that time?"
"Becky," I started. I stopped, not knowing what to say. Then I started again. "Becky, I didn't take you in hand, you did. If you recall, I just said I needed something different. My whole life I've been the doormat. First I was too young to know any better, and then I was too used to it. I was always the nice guy, and I didn't know any better.
"Frankly, if you had let me go, I would have tried to find someone like you are now and probably not succeeded. I would have ended up compromising and eventually I would have gotten lonely, caved in and ended up in a relationship just like the one that we were in. And you would have probably found someone else like me and ended up the same way.
"Becky, you saved me by not giving up. You allowed me to grow. I am sorry that I did not do it earlier, truly I am. When I think of all those months that I could have been living like this, I kick myself."
"That is what I've been thinking about all night, sir," Becky said. "I treated you badly. I denied you. I embarrassed you. I put you down. Sir, I feel that I need to make it up to you."
"You ARE making it up to me Becky," I told her. "Every time I am with my new tiger, it erases the memory of our old relationship, the old Becky."
Becky kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I knew that you would say that was enough for you. You are so sweet. But sir, it is not enough for me. It gnaws at me. Sir, I feel like I need to serve penance."
"Penance?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "It is not enough for me to just change my behavior. I need to be punished for my past actions so that I can let them go."
We were delving into some deep psychological stuff that I did not feel prepared to deal with. "What do you mean punished?" I asked.
"I don't mean the spankings you have been giving me," she said, smiling. "Those are fun and I encourage you to keep doing it. You know how that turns me on!
"But what I am saying, sir, is that occasionally I will request that you punish me for specific behaviors that I exhibited towards you, or sometimes things that I thought about. I know you are not a cruel master, and you would not do this on your own, but I would like permission to sometimes tell you about something from our past, and to tell you how I want to be punished. Then I want you to punish me as I ask."
"I'm not sure about that," I said.
"Please, sir. I know you love me. Do this for me!" she pleaded.
"OK, I'll try," I said.
"And now that I've got you to agree, sir, I'm going to ask something even harder of you," she went on. "I know you, and I know that despite what you say, you resented me for some of those behaviors. You wanted me to do things and I wouldn't. I even disparaged you for asking.
"So what I want sir, is that when you punish me, you think about what you are punishing me for, and you let out all your rage. I know you don't want to hurt me, but I want you to do this! Please!"
I just lay there for a long time. This was way over my head. But I couldn't deny that sometimes I wanted to hurt her for what she had done. On the other hand, I don't particularly like to cause a lot of pain. Finally I sighed and said, "Tiger, I will try. But I don't promise you anything."
"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you! You make me so happy!" she said. Then she got up and went to the other side of the bed. I sat up as she came back and knelt on the floor beside the bed. She bent her head and held her hands up, presenting me with the crop she had bought, but which we had not yet used.
"Sir," she began formally, "During the time we were dating I knew that you wanted to try anal sex. Every time that you went near my ass I forced you away. I even told you it was disgusting and you should never try it. Sir, I was wrong. Anal sex gives me great pleasure, and it gives you great pleasure, and I should not have denied us both the pleasure.
"Please, sir, will you punish me for my behavior? Please use this crop on my ass ten times. When you are done, I would like you to use it on my pussy three times. And finally, sir, I would like you to fuck my ass as hard as you can, so that all day I can feel the pain of my punishment and the pleasure of your cum in my ass."
This woman just blew my mind. I sat there and thought about this for about five minutes, and she never moved. She sat there presenting the crop to me, and I got the feeling that if I did not take it, she would still be there the next morning.
I thought about everything she said. It was true; it always upset me that she denied me without ever having tried it. And she was not kind when she did. I had been angry about it, before she had changed her attitude. It was why one of the first things that I did after she agreed to serve me was to take her ass. And she seemed to really want this. "Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. Please. For me?"
I took the crop from her hand and she scrambled up onto the bed. She got up on her hands and knees, raised her skirt and spread her legs. Interestingly, she put her hands above her head and clasped them together, as if they were bound.
I swung the crop around to get the feel of it. I had never used one before, and I assumed that Becky had never had one used on her either. She appeared to assume that it would hurt a lot.
"Why are you being punished?" I asked Becky.
"Because I denied you my ass!" Becky screamed the word 'ass' as I landed my first blow.
"And was that wrong?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. It was wrong!" she shrieked as I landed another one.
"And why was that wrong?" I asked.
"Because I was denying you pleasure," she answered.
"Just me?" I asked.
"No, sir. I was denying both of us pleasure!" she screamed, as I landed another.
"And how were you acting when you did that?" I asked.
"Like a bitch!" she yelled as she received another.
"How do you think that made me feel?" I asked.
"Angry!" she yelped as she got the fifth.
"And?" I asked.
"Hurt!" as she got the sixth.
"What do you deserve for behaving like that?" I asked.
"A beating!" she screeched on the seventh.
"What kind of beating?" I asked.
"A hard beating!" she cried on the eighth.
"Where?"
"My ass!" on the ninth.
"And will it ever happen again?" I asked.
"No!" she yelled as I landed the tenth blow, and continued "No! Never! Again!" as I quickly changed angles and landed three hard strokes right on her exposed pussy.
I dropped the crop and looked at her. She was sobbing into the bed, moaning, "My ass, my ass." I thought that I had gone overboard, until I heard her say, "My ass, please take my ass. Take what I denied you. Please take me hard."
I climbed on the bed behind her and placed my cock at the entrance of her ass. I was surprised that I was hard, but I was. I think her begging for it really got to me. I did as she asked and I slammed my cock into her, getting my next surprise.
"Did you lube yourself?" I asked as I hit bottom.
"Only a very little bit, sir!" she said. "Please don't stop. I want to feel this all day. I want you to hurt me. Please!"
I gave her what she wanted and started fucking her brutally. As I pounded into her, I said, "This is my ass now. I own your ass. I will use your ass whenever I want. You will never deny me your ass." I kept repeating and embellishing those thoughts.
At the same time, Becky was screaming right back at me. She said, "Yes! It's yours. You can do whatever you want to my ass. You own it. You own me." She continued in that vein the entire time I was fucking her.
Finally I couldn't take it any more, and I came in her ass. For the first time since I started fucking her in her ass, she did not cum before or with me. I pulled out and her whole ass was red and bruised, as was her pussy. Her asshole was red and gaping, and there was a little blood around it.
I lay down next to Becky and took her sobbing body into my arms. It took about 10 minutes before she stopped crying, and I held her the whole time.
"Thank you, sir," Becky said. "I promise I won't ask you do to this very often, but I felt that I needed it. I feel purged. I no longer feel guilty about denying my ass to you. Now when you fuck me in the ass I will not think about how I did not let you, I will just enjoy it."
"That's good," I told her, "because I won't do this very often, no matter how much you say you need it."
"OK, sir," she said. "Please don't tell Jamie about this. This is just between you and me, please?"
"Don't worry my little Becky, there can be things just between us. I love you. You are already late to work. How are you going to manage this?"
"Sir, I need to! I need to go to work and have a hard time sitting down. I need to feel it in my ass all day. It will help me get through this. Don't worry about me, sir. It's like I told Jamie yesterday; even though it hurts, it's what I wanted, and you did just the right thing doing it. I have to go get changed and fix my makeup for work."
Becky changed and gave me a kiss goodbye, wincing as she leaned over. She said, "Don't forget that I am going out with Rachel after the gym, so I won't see you till late. I love you." Then she went off to work.
I realized that she had not cleaned me off after I fucked her ass, and it dawned on me that she did not consider what we did to be sex; it was her penance. I cleaned myself off, showered, dressed and went to work.
After work I went out to buy something and then headed back to the apartment. I made dinner, knowing that Becky wouldn't be home for a while. I was just finishing up when there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and I recognized the person standing there.
"You work with Becky, right?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. I'm Joan," she said.
"Hi, Joan. I'm afraid Becky is not here right now. Is there a message I can take for her?" I asked.
"Actually, I'm not here for Becky," Joan said. "I know she's out with Rachel. Can I come in for a minute?"
"Sure, come in," I said, ushering her in and closing the door behind her. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes, I have this message for you from Becky," she said, handing me an envelope. I opened it up and read the message inside.
'Sir: I am sorry that I will not be home tonight to take care of your needs. In my place, I have sent Joan to help you get some relief. You may not touch her, but she has agreed to assist me. She knows what to do, so please just let her. I love you, Becky.'
I looked up at Joan. She walked over to me and dropped to her knees. She unfastened my pants and fished out my cock. "Oooo, nice! And smooth, too," she said, and sucked the head into her mouth. She proceeded to give me a very nice blowjob. Both Becky and Jamie were better, but she was definitely not bad, and really, is there such a thing as a bad blowjob?
She licked and sucked and fondled my balls. "You have it pretty good," she said as her mouth took a little break, "having a girlfriend who finds strange women to give you blowjobs."
"First of all, I agree with you," I told Joan. "Second of all, you don't seem that strange."
Joan laughed, choking a little on my cock. "You don't find a woman that goes to her friend's house to blow her boyfriend strange?"
"Adventurous, maybe," I responded, "Strange, no."
"Well this adventurous woman wants a mouthful of cum. Can you provide that?" Joan asked.
"Very soon," I said, and just a little while later I delivered.
Joan sucked up every drop, put me back in my pants, stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Tell Becky thanks for me," she said.
"Thank YOU!" I said, as she left.
I could feel my fingers slipping off of my tiger's tail.
I was lying in bed when Becky got home a little before 11. I heard her fumbling around in the living room, and then she came into the bedroom. She was naked. She jumped into bed with me and said, "Thank you, sir! I had such a nice time out with Rachel."
"So it was good?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir," Becky said, snuggling up to me. "That girl is so curious. She wanted to know everything about us and was not judgmental at all. We drank and ate and talked. By the way, I told her that you were just kidding about her being in control of me. She was so relieved!"
"So Rachel enjoyed herself too?" I asked.
"Did she ever! Her husband is going to get sooo laid tonight!" Becky giggled. "She asked if we could set up a weekly girl's night out. Would that be OK with you, sir?"
"As long as you are having fun, that's fine," I told her. "And will Joan be supporting your nights out too?"
Becky smirked at me. "Did you enjoy her, sir?"
"I did. It was surprising, but pleasant," I said. "And you didn't answer my question."
"No, you won't be joined by Joan every week," she said. "I do know other people, you know!"
I looked at her, a little shocked. She laughed. "Sir, I take my responsibility to please you seriously, and if I am not here I will provide suitable companionship for you! Besides, I didn't think I'd be up to doing anything with you tonight anyway."
"Still sore?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. Very," she said.
"Can we talk about it?" I asked.
She rolled onto me to look in my eyes. "I don't want to, sir. I told you it is something that I will need, and it is for me. You did it for me, and I really thank you for it. Please, just let it go for now."
I sighed and kissed her. "You are going to be a very difficult little slave girl, aren't you?"
"You'll just have to keep spanking me until I obey, sir," Becky said with a gleam in her eye. I kissed her again, then she put her head down on my chest and I stroked her hair until we both fell asleep.
Chapter 12
Wednesday - Day 12
I woke up on Wednesday to the sound of gagging. Becky was providing my usual wake-up blowjob, but she was doing things differently today. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said. "I just thought that it was time that I learned to deep throat you. I love the way it feels when your cock is buried all the way in my cunt, and the way it feels when you are sunk as far as you can go into my ass. Now I want to be able to get you all the way in my mouth."
Becky tried again, and she did get further than she ever had before, but still did not get close to all of it in her mouth. After a few more tries she pulled out and said, "It's clear to me that I am going to have to practice this a lot, sir. I hope you don't mind if I use you for practice?"
"Not at all," I said. "Feel free to practice as often as you need to until you get it right!"
Becky kept trying, but couldn't get past the gag reflex. After a little longer, she gave up and concentrated on providing me pleasure. After I had fed her the breakfast she insisted on, she came up to hug and kiss me. "I will learn how to do it, sir, you'll see!"
"Given the way that you throw yourself into everything else, I really believe that you will!" I told her. Eventually, I let her go to work and I got cleaned and dressed and went to my work.
I took a late lunch on Wednesday, and I went to the gym where Becky was working out. As I walked in Veronica saw me, smiled and came over to me.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Fine," I said. "I wanted to see how Becky was doing. I haven't gotten any progress reports, and I wanted to see if she was following her trainer's instructions."
"She's in the back with Nelly. I'll take you to see them," Veronica told me.
We went back and I saw that Nelly was with Becky as she was pulling some weight down on a machine. Nelly saw us coming and waved. She said something to Becky who looked up. She saw me coming and she jumped up and ran over, giving me a hug and a big kiss.
"What are you doing here, sir?" she asked.
"I haven't gotten any progress reports from Nelly, so I thought I'd stop by and see how she thought you were doing," I told her.
"She's doing very well," Nelly said. "She is following all my instructions and working very hard. She's already lost five pounds, and she is starting to firm up. If she keeps this up you'll start seeing a noticeable difference very soon."
"And has she given you any problems?" I asked. "Is she skipping sessions or not working out as hard as you'd like?"
"No," Nelly told me. "In fact, she's been a model client. I wish all my clients worked at it like Becky does; my job would be much more fun."
Becky stuck her tongue out at me and said, "See! I told you I would work at it!"
Veronica asked Nelly to come with her for a minute, and I continued talking to Becky. "I am very proud of you. You are working hard. Can I see the workout that she has set up for you?"
Becky showed me some of the things that they were working on. Nelly came back, looking a little upset. Veronica was with her and said, "They are almost done for the day. Would you like to sit with me until they are finished?"
I agreed, and we went off while Nelly helped Becky through the end of the routine. Veronica said, "I am sorry that one of our employees did not provide you the service that you requested. Nelly would like to apologize to you when she is finished with Becky, if that is OK with you."
"That's fine," I said. When they were done with the workout, Becky went to the locker room to shower and change and Veronica escorted Nelly and me to an office in the back.
"Nelly, do you have something to say?" Veronica asked.
Nelly looked at Veronica angrily and said, "I'm sorry that I did not send the status reports that you asked for. I was wrong, and I think that I deserve to be punished for my actions."
"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised.
Veronica said, "We know what would happen to Becky if she got a bad report, and I have spoken to Nelly and she agrees that since Becky would be spanked if she did not perform, than Nelly should be spanked since she did not perform."
"And I am the one to do the spanking?" I asked.
Veronica replied, "You are the one who was wronged." Then she said, sternly, "Nelly!"
At Veronica's command Nelly went to the front of the desk, lowered her sweats and panties and draped herself across the desk.
"Would you prefer to use your hand or a paddle?" Veronica asked, clearly excited.
"What I'd like," I told Veronica, "is to have a moment alone with Nelly."
Veronica looked like she did not understand.
"Leave the room, Veronica," I repeated. "Don't worry, I won't touch Nelly while you are gone. Go tell Becky where we are, and have her wait for me."
Veronica looked like she wanted to argue, but she simply left as I had instructed. I went around the desk and sat down in the chair. Nelly had not moved.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Veronica told me that I had to," she replied.
"Had to or what?" I asked.
"We used to date, and she liked to make me do things like this," Nelly told me. "She wasn't particularly good at it, but occasionally she makes me do something 'for old times sake.' Plus, I'm afraid if I piss her off she could get me fired."
"Why didn't you send me progress reports?" I asked.
Nelly looked down and said, "I forgot. I told Veronica, and she said not to worry about it, but I should have. I'm sorry that I did not send the reports to you, and you can be sure that I will in the future."
"I appreciate that," I told her. "What do you mean that Veronica was not good at things like this?"
Nelly sighed. "I really shouldn't be airing my dirty laundry."
"But..." I prompted.
"She likes to play the dominant one, but she really isn't," Nelly explained. "I think she is terrified of losing control, but she really is not a particularly dominant person. When she plays the games she seems more insecure than dominant."
"Yet you are bent over the desk with your pants down," I said.
"Well, I still sometimes like the games," Nelly told me, "and like I said, I'm not sure how she'll react if I don't do this."
"Is there a way that you can page Veronica back here?" I asked.
"Sure," she said, and she picked up the phone and paged her.
"Does anyone call her anything but Veronica?" I asked Nelly. "Ronnie, perhaps?"
"Not really," she said. "She doesn't like it when people call her Ronnie."
Veronica walked in, closed the door behind her and stood there nervously.
"I had a talk with Nelly," I told Veronica, "and I agree that she dropped the ball. Please sit here, and I will administer her punishment. I will give her ten spanks on her bare ass with my hand."
Becky sat down and I went behind Nelly and began. I gave her the promised punishment, though I did not do it very hard. After I was done, Nelly said, "Thank you. I won't forget again." She got up and pulled up her pants.
"You're welcome," I said. "Now Veronica, while I've punished Nelly, don't you think that you have some responsibility in this as well? You are the manager here, and you knew what I had requested. You didn't ensure that your employee did what she was supposed to.
"Furthermore, when I confronted you about it, you passed the blame onto Nelly, and encouraged me to punish her, when, as a manager, it is your responsibility to handle internal matters. Don't you agree?"
Veronica looked like a deer in headlights. She didn't say anything. Her mouth was opening and closing, but nothing came out.
"As the manager, I believe that you should share the punishment with Nelly, and in fact, I believe that you should receive an additional punishment for not performing your duties as a manager to the level that you should have. Don't you agree?"
Again, Veronica said nothing.
"Veronica, please take off your pants and bend over the desk," I told her.
Veronica just sat there doing nothing, looking at me blankly. Nelly, on the other hand, had quite a smirk on her face.
"Now!" I barked at Veronica.
Veronica jumped up, lowered her head, and then lowered her pants. In a few seconds she was draped across the desk.
"For not ensuring that I got the reports that I requested, you will get the same punishment that Nelly got. For being a bad manager, you will get ten with a paddle. I believe that you offered a paddle before. Where is it?"
"In the bottom drawer," she whispered.
"Please get it for me Nelly," I asked.
I got behind Veronica and I said, "Count for me, Ronnie."
I spanked her once and she said, "One."
"One, what?" I asked.
"One, sir," she replied.
I continued until the ten were done. I didn't do it particularly hard, but she definitely felt them. I went around the desk and sat down again. "Do you have something to say to me, Ronnie?"
She looked at me with a confused look, with tears on her cheeks.
"Do you remember what Nelly said after I spanked her?" I asked.
"Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry you didn't get the reports."
"Very good," I said. "Now we'll move on to the second part of your punishment."
I went back around to her ass, and said, "Spread your legs wide, Ronnie."
Veronica did not hesitate. Her brown pussy hair was evident, as was the fact that she was aroused. How did I manage to get women into positions like this? I took the paddle from Nelly and, without warning I slammed it into her ass. She yelped and after she got her breath back said, "One, sir."
I did the next nine, though with a greatly lessened force. When I was done, she said without prompting, "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that I was not a better manager. I will try harder."
"You're welcome," I said. "You can go now, Nelly." Nelly left with a wink to me.
Veronica did not make any move to get up. I went back around and sat down in front of her. "Are you OK?" I asked. She nodded her head.
"Do you still want to borrow Becky?" I asked. She looked at me with a terrified look in her eyes and shook her head no.
"Is there anything you'd like me to do?" I asked. She looked down and did not respond.
I moved my head right next to hers and whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to make you cum, Ronnie?"
She started crying and squeezed her eyes shut tight. For a moment she did nothing else, then she nodded her head slightly.
"Are you sure, Ronnie? Do you really want me to make you cum?" I whispered.
She nodded her head violently, still not opening her eyes. I got up and went behind her. I put my fingers on her pussy, and it was a little moist. I then dipped one finger into her cunt, and it was very wet, very hot, and very tight. I slipped two fingers from my left hand into her cunt, and started rubbing her ass with my right hand. Then I picked up the paddle and simultaneously pushed my fingers into her hard and landed another blow on her red ass. The only sound she made was a small squeak. I did that three more times while probing her cunt and playing with her clit, and she came.
The only way I knew that she was cumming was because her cunt practically crushed my fingers. She made absolutely no sound. I stopped moving and paddling and removed my fingers.
I went back to the front of the desk and sat down again. Her eyes were still closed, but her head was relaxed on the desk. "Are you satisfied?" I asked. She nodded her head.
"Is there anything you'd like to say?" I asked.
She whispered, "Thank you, sir."
I said, "Once again, you're welcome. I'll show myself out."
I got up and walked to the door. As I left, I turned around and saw that Veronica had not moved at all. I closed the door and went to find Becky.
When Becky saw me she asked, "Will you be coming home with me now?"
"Sadly, no," I replied. "I have to go back to work. I'll see you when I get home though."
"What happened in there with Veronica and Nelly?" she asked.
"I promise I will tell you all about it when I get home," I told her.
"OK, sir, I'll wait," she said. She kissed me, and I went back to work.
At work, I contemplated what had happened in the gym. I could not believe it. This was me. I was a wimp. I was a doormat. I was not someone who had strange women pull their pants down so that I could spank them. What had happened to me?
Clearly, one thing that had happened to me was Becky. Left to my own devices, I would have pushed Becky to a certain extent, and I would have felt a little more comfortable, a little more powerful, a little more confident.
But Becky kept pushing even further. Becky brought Jamie into the picture. Becky kept having me dominate her more than I expected. Becky sent me Joan. Becky was increasing my comfort with being dominant.
How was it that I recognized that Veronica was not dominant? She certainly tried to act like she was, but I could tell that it was just an act. She was not a dominant person. She was, in fact, a very submissive person, terrified of her submissiveness and masking it with a dominance act. But I still did not understand how I knew that.
'Oh well, ' I thought to myself, 'the world certainly works in mysterious ways. And for once, I seem to be on top of it!'
When I got home, Becky was in the kitchen cooking. She was wearing the schoolgirl skirt and blouse, and her hair was done up as I had requested. She was a walking wet dream. As she came over and kissed me, I wrapped my arms around her and slipped my hand under the skirt, squeezing her naked ass cheeks.
"And how is my sexy little girl today?" I asked when I came up for air.
"Hot, wet and wondering what went on at the gym today," she replied.
How to explain? "I had asked Nelly for progress reports, and I had not received any. I brought this to Veronica's attention, and she wanted me to punish Nelly for this oversight."
"Punish Nelly?" asked Becky. "What does that mean?"
"What does it mean when I punish you?" I asked Becky. "Remember that I had told Veronica and Nelly that you would be spanked if you did not progress. That is what Veronica wanted me to do to Nelly."
"Did you do it?" Becky asked.
"Yes, I did," I told her. "But first I talked with her about why she was doing it and about Veronica. I realized that Veronica was not as dominant as she tried to make herself out to be."
"Really?" Becky said. "And did you make use of that information."
"I did," I replied.
"What did you do?" Becky asked me with an exasperated tone.
"What would you have done?" I countered.
"I probably would have punished Veronica too," she said.
"That is why I don't get you," I told Becky. "You make such an excellent slave, accepting everything and begging for more. And at the same time, you would make a perfect mistress. You would know just the buttons to push."
"Like Christine's?" she asked.
"And Veronica's," I said. "I had Veronica bend herself over the desk and I gave her worse than she wanted me to give Nelly. And in the end, she was begging for me to make her cum."
"And did you? Did you make her cum? Did you fuck her?" asked Becky.
"How would it make you feel if I said I did?" I asked her.
"Jealous," she replied.
"Jealous because I was playing with someone else?" I asked.
"No, you ass! Jealous because it wasn't me spread across the desk being punished by you!" she responded hotly.
"Or the one behind her, paddling her?" I asked.
"That would a nice consolation prize," she said. "Or better yet, I wish I were there while you were doing her. How did you make her cum? Did you fuck her?"
"No, my horny little Becky," I told her. "I didn't fuck her. I won't fuck anyone other than you unless you are there, or you know about it in advance."
"Or Jamie," she said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Or, Jamie," she repeated. "I want you to feel free to fuck Jamie even if I am not here and I don't know about it."
"Even if she is not also my slave?" I asked. "That's not what you said earlier."
"I changed my mind, sir," she told me. "Either she will become my sister slave, in which case you can do either of us at your whim, or she won't, in which case I am even less nervous of losing you. Because I know you, sir; at least I do now. Given a choice between someone, even someone as sexy as Jamie, who will pleasure you as much as you want, and someone like me, who will do the same thing and be completely subservient to you, you'll pick me every time."
"You? Completely subservient to me?" I exclaimed in mock surprise. "I'm not sure who's leading whom in this relationship."
"Sir, you are," she said seriously. "Anytime you doubt it, use me in a way I don't like. You'll find that I will do anything you want, and do it with joy." She dropped to her knees and bowed her head in front of me. "You are in charge, sir, and I will always serve you."
"Get up here," I said, pulling her to her feet and back into my arms. "I'll do what I like to you, but I seem to be having a hard time finding something you don't like," I told her with a smile.
"It's because you've brought out my inner slut, sir!" she grinned back at me. "But seriously, sir, you need to find something you like doing to me that I don't like, and then do it every now and then, so that you can reassure yourself that you are in charge of this relationship; that you can do what you want to me. That I am your slave."
I kissed her and said, "We'll see. Now I want my house slave to go finish making me dinner!"
"I thought I wasn't your slave yet," she said to me, grinning and she squirmed away from me.
"That doesn't mean that I won't take you over my knee and make it so that you can't sit for a week!" I told her.
"Promises, promises," she said, going into the kitchen.
I smiled to myself, and went to edit some more video. When dinner was ready we sat down and I asked about her day.
"Both Christine and Jamie called again, just like yesterday," she told me.
"And?" I asked.
"Nothing - it was just like yesterday!" she said in frustration.
"Well we'll know about Jamie on Friday," I said. "As for Christine, you'll either have to let her come to her own conclusion or push her on it."
"And how about Rachel?" I asked. "Any other interesting conversations with her?"
"Oh, she came in to work today looking quite satisfied," Becky told me. "I wonder if her husband had to take a sick day to recuperate? She's quite happy."
"I'm glad of that," I said. "I think next time, though, I'm going to charge her for using you to spice up her sex life."
"I don't think she'll cheat on her husband," Becky told me.
"I don't want her to," I said. "But next Monday, call me again like you did this week, with her in the office."
"OK, sir," Becky said.
"Before dinner I was editing some of the apartment video," I told Becky, "and I noticed something interesting from yesterday. Did you enjoy putting on the show?"
"Whatever do you mean, sir?" she asked.
"Whatever do I mean? Get over here!" I said. I bent her over the couch and flipped her skirt up. "We are going to watch your performance from yesterday, and every time I see you cum, I am going to spank you five times."
"Why, sir? Did I do something wrong," she asked.
"Absolutely not," I told her. "We are going to watch the video. It is going to turn us both on, and I am going to spank you, not in punishment, but because it turns me on to redden your ass, and it turns you on when I do it."
"Oh, if that is the case sir, please do that!" she said.
I turned the video on, and I saw Becky come into the apartment. She stripped off her clothes at the door ("good girl," I whispered to her, rubbing my fingers along the outside of her pussy) then went to the bedroom. Then I saw her come out of the bedroom dressed in the schoolgirl clothes.
She pranced around the room, twirling and skipping, clearly getting into the schoolgirl mentality. Then she headed back into the bedroom, and when she came out she had the dildo with her. I watched as she flopped herself onto the couch. Then she started looked around, almost guiltily and slipped her panties off. She tucked them under the seat cushion, as if she thought someone might come in and find her.
She then picked her skirt up and started rubbing the dildo all around her pussy lips. Then she slowly started feeding it into her pussy. I watched her masturbate on screen, moving the dildo in and out while she manipulated her clit with her other hand. While the action was happening on the screen, I knelt down behind Becky and started licking her from the top of her ass crack, down over her puckered asshole, over her pussy lips and up to her clit, then back again. At the end of each cycle I'd sit rest my head on her back and watch the action on the screen.
In no time at all, the Becky on screen started gasping and moaning as she came, and the sounds were punctuated by the loud shots of my hand hitting her ass.
After the Becky on screen finished her cum, I went back to licking Becky with the same long strokes. Between the screen, the spanks and the gentle licking, she was going nuts. She was squirming and leaking and moaning. On screen, Becky had not even slowed her pumping and she was quickly approaching another peak. When she reached it, I reddened Becky's ass some more.
Altogether Becky on screen came five times, and the Becky on the couch had been moaning for me to fuck her since the third cum. The Becky on the couch had not cum, as I was being too gentle with my licking. After the last cum on screen, Becky said, "I'd better return this to Jamie," and went back into the bedroom. Then I saw her come out of the bedroom and leave the apartment.
I turned off the TV, stood up behind Becky, dropped my pants and slowly sunk my cock into her. "Faster! Harder!" she kept screaming. But I was in the mood for a slow fuck. I gave her long, slow strokes, enjoying her oven hot pussy.
"Please, sir, I can't stand it," Becky screamed. "I need to cum. Touch my clit! Fuck me harder! Do my ass!"
I leaned over her and very gently ran my fingertips over her nipples. "No," I whispered in her ear. "I want to enjoy a long, slow, leisurely fuck. I am going to stop moving now and you are going to fuck me, but you are going to do it the way that I want it."
"Yes, sir," Becky whispered back at me.
I stood back up and Becky started moving slowly. After about ten strokes, I felt her clench up and she came quietly. She slowed down even more for a minute, and then started stroking again. We went through this cycle three or four times, until I felt ready to cum. Then I pulled myself out until the head of my cock was just inside the tight opening ring of her pussy. I moved millimeters in and out for a minute until I came, right at the opening of her pussy. As I finished cumming I slammed myself all the way in and pulled her back to me by her tits. I kissed her neck and held her like that for a minute. The I let myself fall out of her, and still holding her, rolled over the back of the couch so that we were both lying on the couch. Miraculously, neither of us ended up on the floor.
"I liked that," I told her.
"Oh, sir! I did too," she said, kissing me. "I needed you to pump me hard, and you didn't. But when you whispered for me to fuck you slow, when you ordered me to, I swear I got even more turned on. I didn't think that I could cum like that, and then I did! Four times! Just from moving on you. Just because I knew you required me to. YOU are the expert at pushing people's buttons!"
"Not people's," I said, "just yours."
"How about Veronica?" she asked. "And Jamie? And Nelly? And is there a woman you've met in the last two weeks whose buttons you didn't push?"
"OK, maybe certain people's," I acknowledged.
"Ummm." Becky moaned contentedly as she snuggled into me. I let her stay there for a few minutes, and then said, "I think the bed would be more comfortable."
"Carry me," she said in a little voice.
I was happy to, so I picked her up and took her to bed. I rolled up behind her, snuggled in, and we both went to sleep.
Chapter 13
Thursday - Day 13
Becky was trying again, but not succeeding. As much as she wanted to force my cock down her throat, she could not get past the gag reflex. She was very frustrated.
"Becky, stop trying that now," I told her.
"But I know I can do it, sir!" she said with an exasperated tone.
"Maybe you just don't know the proper steps," I told her. "Why don't you see if anyone you know can help you out? Or you can look on the Internet. Either way, right now I want a good old-fashioned Becky blowjob. You know the ones. The kind of blowjob that makes it feel like the top of my head has blown off!"
"Yes, sir!" she said with a smile, and proceeded to do just that.
"I'll get it, you'll see!" she said before she went off to work.
Work was uneventful, and when I got home Becky was sitting in the chair by the computer, playing with herself.
"Now that is an interesting sight to come home to," I said.
"Oh, sir, I'm so happy you're home!" Becky exclaimed. "I was looking for information on how to deep-throat, and I got distracted by pictures of women all tied up!"
She got up to kiss me and as I ran my hands over her body, I felt that her thighs were soaked. I glanced over at the chair in front of the computer and there was a small puddle on it!
"How many times did you cum at the computer, Becky?" I asked.
"Four or five, sir. Is that OK?" Becky asked.
"It's fine!" I replied. "You know I love it when you cum. But you do need to clean up your messes," I said, pointing to the chair.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir!" she said embarrassedly.
She started going to the kitchen for paper towels and I said, "Not that way."
Becky looked at me for a moment, and then smiled wickedly. She swayed over to the chair and knelt down on the opposite side. Keeping eye contact with me she extended her tongue and slowly swiped at the puddle. Her tongue ran through her cum and she sucked it into her mouth. She did that a number of times, and I had to adjust myself to make room for my growing cock.
Soon she had the chair cleaned and said, "I hope that is clean to your satisfaction, sir. If not, please feel free to punish me for the mess!"
"Wench!" I said. "Go get dinner so that you can tell me about your day!"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
At dinner, I quizzed Becky about her day.
"I talked with both Jamie and Christine again. I asked them if they could deep throat. Christine can, but she says she just could always do it, and she didn't know how to teach me. Jamie can't, but if I figure it out she wants to know how. How would that be, sir? Three little slave girls that could all take you into their throats!"
"It's only what I deserve!" I joked. "Seriously, though, did either of them give you any indication that they were leaning that way?"
"NO!" Becky said with frustration. "Christine is acting all friendly but won't say that she won't be my slave, and Jamie just says she can't wait for our date tomorrow."
"Well, tomorrow is quite soon," I said. "Anything else of interest today?"
"Yes, sir, in fact there was," she replied. "I had lunch with Jill today."
"Did she give you the third degree?" I asked.
"Yup," Becky replied. "She was relentless. She kept asking me the same questions over and over again, each time a slightly different way. She was sure that you were brainwashing me."
"But I am!" I said, spookily. "I have you in my power. Ooooo. You are under my control. You will obey my every command. Wha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"
"Stop it you goofball!" she laughed at me. Then she seemed to reconsider and said, "Actually, everything you said is true. The only thing is that I love it! I finally convinced Jill of that. Only then she wanted all the juicy details."
"And I'm sure you resisted that entirely," I said sarcastically.
"Can I help it if I like bragging about what a good master you are?" she asked. "I did perhaps share a few anecdotes. I think your balls are safe from her for a little bit."
"Well thank god for that!" I said in relief. "She can be scary when she is protective of you."
"Yeah, but she's pretty sexy, huh?" she said. "Bet you wouldn't mind doing her!"
"Don't try to add her to our little harem!" I said. "There is no way she would join in as a slave!"
"You're right about that, sir," she replied. "She's a bit too dominant. But who knows how else you might get her?"
"You really are trying to kill me, aren't you? Get over here you!" She came over and sat on my lap, facing me. I pulled her in for a kiss, running my hands along her back.
"You know," I told her, "throwing women at me is not what makes me happy. Having you makes me happy."
"Maybe, sir," she said with a smile, "but I'm sure having me and having me throw women at you doesn't hurt."
"And how was your workout today?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Good," she replied. "I forgot to give you this." She got up and got a piece of paper. It was from Nelly, and it said that everything was going well and Becky was cooperating completely.
"She told me that I'd better make sure that you got it! I think she was worried what would happen if you didn't get it," Becky said. "I also talked to Veronica a little bit."
"Really?" I asked. "What about?"
"Just stuff," she said. "She seems much more demure and reserved around me now. I think she's a little scared of you, or rather, of how you make her feel."
"Well, I guess it's not a bad thing to have a woman scared of me for a change," I said. "Better than the way I used to be scared of women."
I pulled her back onto my lap and I kissed her for a while. Then I said, "Come with me!"
I took her to the bedroom and had her sit on the bed. I took her hands in mine and said, "You know, it's been two weeks since I broke up with you; two of the best weeks of my life. The things that we have done together have made me very happy, and most of that happiness comes from the way that you love it as much as I do. A willing, eager, happy slave is so much better than someone just going through the motions.
"We have a couple of weeks left before we make this permanent, but I want to give you something to show you how I feel about the way things are going. I probably should have waited until tomorrow, but I want to give this to you when we are not concentrating on Jamie."
I reached down and handed her a wrapped box. "Thank you, sir!" she said. "You didn't have to. I don't have anything for you!"
"Yes you do," I told her, running my hands up and down her body.
She smiled at me as she ripped the wrapping paper off and opened the box. Inside were two decorative cuffs. "I got these for you because while they look decorative enough to wear anywhere, they are functional as well, at least for my uses. I want you to wear these all the time, both in the house and out. They don't look like obvious bondage gear, but look at this."
I showed her that one of the silver bars that decorated each cuff was attached to a hidden clip that slipped into a concealed pocket. The two clips could be attached together to bind her hands.
"Oh, thank you sir!" she cried, hugging and kissing me. "It is perfect. Now all day I can feel bound to you! Please, sir, can you put them on me?"
"They are designed so that you can do it yourself," I told her.
"I don't care!" she practically shouted at me. "I want you to bind them to my wrists!"
I took them and attached them to her, first the right, then the left. "Clip them together, sir!" Becky demanded.
I pulled the clips out and attached them. Becky slipped her bound arms over my head and pulled me into a kiss. She was crying.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Of course!" she said. "You do realize that the entire time we were together you practically never got me a present that was appropriate, don't you? You never seemed to know what I wanted. Well I just want to tell you sir, that you got me exactly the right thing! It is absolutely perfect. I am so happy! Please let me wear it like this all night!"
"I insist on it!" I told her.
I slipped out from her arms and took my clothes off. Then I lay down on the bed and pulled her beside me on her back. I climbed on and slipped myself into her, a task made quite easy by how wet she was. I then slipped her arms over my head again so that I could feel her bound arms behind my neck. I made love to her slowly for a long time, kissing her the entire time. Eventually I speeded up and I came, taking Becky with me.
I continued to lie on top of her and kissed the tip of her nose. "You know that I love you, don't you, my little slave girl?"
"Yes, sir. I know," she replied. "But I am not your slave girl yet. I'm just your submissive little slut who eagerly awaits the day that you officially make me your slave."
"It has to be official?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir!" she exclaimed. "If you think you are getting away without a ceremony, you are mistaken!"
"A ceremony?" I asked, surprised. "What kind of ceremony?"
"We'll figure it out, sir, don't worry," she replied. "Whatever it is, it has to make it clear that I am giving myself to you forever."
"Umm, make it clear to whom?" I asked nervously.
"The people at the ceremony, of course!" Becky replied, her tone implying that I was being stupid.
I slipped off of Becky and turned her around so that I could spoon her from behind. I grabbed her bound hands and pulled them down so that I could cup her breasts. Meanwhile, I thought about what Becky had said.
It was funny. Two weeks ago I was breaking up with her. Now we were talking about getting married. OK, maybe not officially, but I knew that the commitment Becky was offering was deeper and more binding than a wedding ceremony would be.
As I drifted off to sleep, however, it was with a feeling of contentment that I had not felt before in my life.
Chapter 14
Friday - Day 14
On Friday morning, I woke up to the feeling of Becky trying to swallow my cock again. This time, she managed to swallow even more than before. "You are doing better at that," I told her.
"The internet is an amazing place," she said after she had extracted my cock from her mouth. "You can find instructions on everything!" She put her mouth back onto my cock and moved her head until she just started gagging. She left it there for a minute, and then started wiggling her tongue. It felt almost like she was pulling my cock deeper with her tongue.
She continued to do this until she had gotten to within an inch of the base. Then she pulled out and said, "I think that is all I will get for today, sir. You'll just have to make do with a regular blowjob."
"No I won't," I said, pulling her up to me. I kissed her and said, "I suspect that no matter what, tonight will be exhausting for me, and I want to save myself. But all day I will be thinking of your mouth on parts of me that have never fit into your mouth before.
"Now, why are you not dressed yet this morning?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Becky replied, lowering her head. "I had to wake you earlier than normal today, because I could not get dressed." She lifted her hands and showed me that they were still bound.
"You might not have been able to unclip them, but you should have been able to remove the cuffs yourself," I said.
"No sir, I could not!" she said emphatically, looking my in the eye fiercely. "You bound my hands, and it is not my place to undo those bonds."
"Am I going to have to take them off of you for your shower every day?" I asked.
"I guess not, sir," she replied. "If my hands are not bound together then I am willing to take them off by myself to shower, so that I do not have to wake you. But if you have clipped them together, than I will remain bound until you release me."
"And what if I choose not to?" I asked.
"Then I will remain bound," she said simply.
"For how long?" I asked.
"Forever," she said.
I smiled at her and kissed her. "Well, they are not coming off yet," I told her. "I understand why you had to wake me early, but the fact remains that you did wake me, and for that, you will be punished."
"Yes, sir! I deserve to be punished!" she said eagerly.
I sat up and pulled her across my lap. Her legs were on the bed, but her head was hanging off. She supported her upper body with her bound arms, so I pulled her back onto the bed, unclipped her wrists, pulled her hands behind her back and re-clipped them. Then I returned her into position so that her head was hanging off the bed. I spread her legs and began spanking her.
In addition to her ass, I also spanked her thighs. After each spank, I ran my fingers along her wet pussy. Soon she was breathing hard, and my fingers were probing deeper. In another minute she was cumming. As she finished, I flipped her off of me. Her head was still hanging down, but now her hands were immobilized underneath her as she was on her back.
I grabbed her legs and moved my head between them. I licked up the delicious fluids that were dripping off of her, and then sent my tongue in after the source. She immediately started cumming again, giving me even more liquid to swallow. Her head was flopping up and down, trying to gain some purchase, but I was not allowing it. I continued licking her through two more orgasms. Finally, I pulled her up onto the bed.
"Oh, sir!" she gasped as soon as she regained her breath. "I couldn't move. I was helpless! I loved it!" She moved her head up and started licking my face off. I sat up and pulled her head to my lap.
"I changed my mind about my morning blowjob," I told her, and grabbing her by her hair I forced her mouth onto my cock. With her hands still bound behind her back she could not control herself at all, so I used her hair to fuck her face onto my cock. As a blowjob, it wasn't as good as what she normally gave me. As a face fuck, however, it was great, and in just a few minutes I was cumming. I slammed her head as far down my cock as it would go and came deeply into her mouth. She gagged a little, but quickly used her tongue to get any cum that had escaped her mouth.
I pulled her head off of me and rested it on my thigh. She kept sticking her tongue out to lick at my cock. After a few minutes, I felt the urge to have my morning piss. Rather than get up, I pulled her by her hair until her mouth was on my cock again. I positioned her so that she could look into my eyes as I talked to her. It was very sexy looking down at her, her red hair wrapped in my hand, her mouth around my cock, her eyes staring at me.
"I have to piss now," I told her. "You are going to be my little toilet this morning. You will swallow every drop, or I will send you to work with my piss still on you, do you understand?"
She nodded her head nervously, and I started to piss. I tried to hold it to a slow stream so that she could get it all. The first mouthful came slowly, and her face wrinkled up with the taste. I could see her mouth filling, as she was reluctant to swallow, but soon she did. She was soon swallowing almost continuously, and she did a great job, taking it all in.
When I was finished she would not release my cock. She kept running her tongue all along it. Finally, I pulled her mouth off of me and I sat both of us up.
I kissed her deeply and laid her on her stomach. I swatted her ass one more time for fun, and then I unclipped her hands.
"You're going to be late for work. Go get ready!" I told her.
She jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Sir," she said. I have to tell you that I hated that. I really don't like swallowing your pee. It tastes horrible."
She kissed me and said, "Thank you, sir, for doing that. Please feel free to use me as your toilet anytime you want. I will happily swallow anything from you whenever you desire!"
She then got up, bent over to give my dick one more lick and went to get ready for work. I love the way that we twist each other's knobs.
When I got home from work that night, Becky was in quite a state. "You're finally home!" she said.
"I'm always home this time," I replied.
"We have to get ready, sir!" she said.
"A little excited about our date tonight?" I asked with a smile.
"I can't wait!" she said, jumping up and down (which was especially lovely considering she was not wearing anything except her cuffs).
"I'm a little jealous," I said. "I don't think you ever got this excited about a date when I was taking you out."
"I never had quite so much happening on one of those, sir!" she told me. "Don't you understand that this could change our whole lives?"
"Yes, Becky, I do," I said. "But it won't come a second earlier whether you keep jumping around like that or you don't. Let's go pick out some clothes."
"Jamie and I already have our clothes picked out," she told me. "I'll help you pick out yours."
We went into the bedroom and I went to retrieve something. "I need to do something first," I told Becky. I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. I sat on her stomach facing her legs and quickly inserted the dildo I had gotten into her pussy. Becky screamed as I pounded her with the dildo. I pulled it out and slammed it into her ass while I slipped some fingers into her pussy to search for her G-spot. I didn't find it this time, but I was close enough, because she came fast and loud.
I pulled out the dildo and let her come down from her orgasm, and then I climbed off and gave her a kiss. "Are you a little calmer now?" I asked.
She looked at me amazed. "You did that to calm me down?" she shrieked.
"Did it work?" I asked.
"Well, yes, but that is not the point," she said indignantly.
"Excuse me, but this pussy and ass belong to me, so I can fuck them for any reason that I choose," I informed her.
"I'm sorry sir, you're right. I had no right to question you," she said. "Plus," she added with a grin, "I am a lot calmer now. If I knew this was what would happen when I was excited, I would be manic all the time!"
"Come on, my little slut. I need to shower before I dress, and I feel like having you wash me," I told her.
We went into the shower and Becky washed me. She had already showered, so she was careful not to get her hair wet, though she did wash her body. She was on her knees finishing up cleaning my cock when she asked, "Do you need to pee, sir? I'd be happy to assist you in any way at all!"
I laughed at her. "Not right now. Are you going to turn into my little piss slut too?" I asked.
"I'll be every kind of slut for you, sir," she said. "Sir, I need to shave you again. Can I do that now?"
"OK," I said. "As long as you are calmer. I definitely would not want you holding any kind of blade near my cock in the state you were in before!"
We got out and she dried me off, and then she shaved my balls and pubic area. It took a lot less time now that it was already short, though it had been itching recently. I can see why women get so annoyed having to keep so much of their body shaved.
When we were both dressed and Becky was all made up, Becky asked, "Can we go now?"
"We're still about 45 minutes early," I told her.
"I'll call and see if she's ready!" Becky said. She made the call and when she hung up she said, "Jamie has been sitting there ready for the last half hour!"
"OK, OK!" I said, acknowledging defeat.
We took a cab to Jamie's apartment and Jamie met us at the door and invited us in saying, "I thought you'd like a drink before dinner. Lord knows I could use one!"
We went in and had a drink. Once again they had conspired to wear matching clothes. Becky was wearing red again to Jamie's blue. They were both in identical sweater dresses. They were tight enough that I was sure neither of them was wearing any underclothes. They had a fairly deep V-neck and they didn't go down too far below their asses.
As they were walking to the kitchen to get a drink, Becky dropped her purse. Jamie said, "I'll get that."
Becky said, "No, let me."
Jamie replied, "Maybe we both should," and they both bent down to retrieve the purse. They both bent from the waist. They both reached down at the same time. And both their dresses pulled up over their asses to prove that they were wearing no panties to cover their pussies.
After they stood up and wiggled their dresses down Becky told me, "You can close your mouth now, sir."
They both giggled as they got their drinks. We had our drinks and then Jamie moved across from us. She got a serious look on her face, and began talking to us.
"We all know that I promised to have a decision for you tonight. First of all, I need you to know that I've made my decision. But I don't want to tell you what it is yet. No matter what my decision is, it is going to change our relationship irrevocably. If I choose to submit to being your slave sir, then I will no longer be your equal. On the other hand, if I choose not to be your slave, then while we might continue to hang out together, I will always be a third wheel.
"Therefore, I would like to enjoy this last date with the two of you. I want to go out and have fun. I want to have a nice dinner, maybe a drink and dancing, and then I want to go back to your apartment with you. When we are there, I will tell you what my decision is. Whatever my decision is, however, after I tell you I want you both to fuck me senseless. Is that OK with you guys?"
"No!" screamed Becky. "How could you do that? I've been waiting so long..."
"Becky!" I snapped at her. "Sit down and stop talking!" I commanded her.
"Jamie," I said, "I understand what you want, and I agree with you for two reasons. First, I would also like to have another night with you as we have been. You are correct; things will change. And my second reason is that my tiger here is a little too anxious, and the anticipation will do her good."
"But sir..." Becky started.
"No," I told her. "You will do what I say and you will enjoy tonight and you will not annoy Jamie again about this tonight, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Jamie said petulantly.
"And if you sulk or pout, I won't allow you in the room when Jamie tells me her decision," I told her.
Becky sighed. "All right sir," she said. "You're right. I will enjoy this night to the fullest."
I kissed her and said, "Good girl. Now go over there and give Jamie an apology kiss."
"Yes, sir!" Becky said with a smile. She marched over and plopped herself in Jamie's lap and said, "I'm sorry for being a baby," and gave Jamie a long, hard kiss. She kept on kissing her, working her hand into Jamie's top to palm her breast and pinch her nipple.
Jamie was starting to get really worked up when I separated them. "We still have to eat," I said. "Entertainment after dinner!"
We went out and got a cab. We walked into the restaurant the same way we did last week, Jamie on my right in red, Becky on my left in blue. Once again, we got looks from everyone in the place.
When we were seated the waiter handed menus to all of us, but Jamie took the menu from Becky and handed it back to the waiter along with her own. "He is the only one that needs a menu tonight," she told the waiter. I looked at her and she said, "I believe you can order for all of us. Becky and I will eat whatever you order."
Becky looked at her with a huge smile on her face and she leaned over me to give Jamie a big hug. I noticed that when she did, the couple at the next table got a very nice view of her bare pussy. When Becky sat back down she neglected to pull her dress back down.
"You really are turning into an exhibitionistic little slut, aren't you?" I asked Becky.
"Only around you, sir," she said.
"As she should," added Jamie, pulling her dress up to match. It was a good thing that when sitting, the rest of the room could not see their laps. I looked to my right and ran my fingers over Becky's bare pussy. Then I looked to my left and ran my fingers over Jamie's pussy. She had not been keeping up with her shaving, and there was some hair growing back. I could tell now that she was not a real blonde.
"Doesn't that itch?" I asked.
"Yes sir," Jamie said, "but Becky asked me not to shave it."
"Really?" I asked Becky.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I have my reasons sir. If you want her to shave it, of course she will, but I ask that you allow her not to shave it for a few more days. I promise you that it will be worth it, and when we are ready, I'll personally shave it for her."
"It's fine with me," I said. "Knowing you, I'm going to enjoy the results."
"Oh, you will sir!" Becky said gleefully.
I ordered the food and some wine, and we had a very nice dinner. After dinner we went to a bar that had dancing. I am not much of a dancer, but who could resist dancing slowly with either of the beauties I was with. In fact, as we were sitting there, more than one person came up and asked one or both of the ladies to dance. Their answer was always the same: "Oh no, I couldn't. We only dance with our man!"
Try it sometime. You'll find your ego swelling so big it barely fits in the room. After a few dances and running my hands up and down their bodies, we finally headed back to our apartment.
The girls walked into the apartment before me. I turned to close the door. When I turned back, Becky had taken off her dress, the only clothing she had on, and had sunk to her knees in position. Jamie was still standing there, completely dressed (although she too only had a single item of clothing on).
I went to stand near Becky and we both looked at Jamie. "I believe that you have something to tell us," I said.
"Yes sir. Yes Becky," she started. "I've been thinking about this a lot. I have talked over many things with Becky this week, as I'm sure she told you. I thought about our time together and I did as you asked and thought about the consequences.
"It has been a very difficult week for me, because I want what you have, but I am afraid of what it means. On the one hand, I have had a blast with you. I've seen the way you make Becky feel and I want that. Hell, I've felt the way you make me feel and I want that. I know that you'd push me to places I'd never imagined, and most of those places I would enjoy.
"I love you Becky, and I have practically since I've known you. In these last few weeks that has become physical as well, and I love your body and doing things to it. And I love all the things that you do to me. I could soooo see living with you and I think we would have so much fun together, and even more fun with him.
"On the other hand, I've been thinking of the implications of being in a three way relationship with the two of you. I've thought about what it would be like going to dinner with our friends, being considered the second wife. What my mother would say if she knew. What my sister would think. How my co-workers would react if they found out, like Becky's have.
"I've also thought about the future, about how we would live, how things would turn out. I've seen the way Becky is; she will make you a most excellent slave. She has the imagination to keep you guessing and desiring her for a long time. I'm afraid that I could not be nearly as inventive a slave. I could see Becky always being your favorite.
"I know that Becky wants me to be equal with her, but I also know that you are in love with Becky, and she is in love with you. Since I really should be completely honest with you, sir, I will tell you that I am also in love with you. I think I have been for a long time, but the time we spent together these last few weeks have cemented that feeling in me.
"I understand that you don't love me, and I have been thinking about that the hardest. I have been trying to decide which would be worse; to be an equal with Becky where you love her but not me, or to be outside of it, after I've tasted being with you but I no longer get to participate fully. I have been trying to figure out which would hurt me less.
"And then you top it all off by telling me that I could actually still participate to some degree, even if I don't agree to become your slave. So as you can imagine, I have not gotten much sleep at all this week. In actuality, I had not made up my mind completely until Becky called me this afternoon. I was sitting in my living room, completely ready to go - dressed and made up - except for the most important part: my decision.
"And then Becky called, so excited she could barely speak. I could see why you love her so much. She is the perfect slave girl for you. I knew that I could never compete with that."
Becky and I looked at each other, knowing what was coming.
"I know that I cannot be to you what Becky is, sir, but if you'll have me, I will be yours. Both of yours." And with that, she whipped off her dress and sunk to her knees, mimicking Becky's position.
We both stared at her in shock for a moment. Then Becky screamed, "You stupid slut!" and launched herself like a torpedo right at Jamie. She knocked Jamie over, plastering her face with kisses.
"You had me convinced you would turn us down!" Becky screeched at Jamie. "You idiot! You almost gave me heart failure! I love you! I love you so much!"
Becky continued assaulting Jamie until I said, "Becky, please stop that. I haven't said what I need to say yet."
"I'm sorry, sir!" Becky said, and pulled Jamie up so that they were both kneeling next to each other.
I went over and knelt down so that I was level with Jamie, looking right into her eyes. I took her hands in mine and I said, "Jamie, in some ways you are correct. I do love Becky, and I have for a long time. She loves me as well, but she also loves you. And as for keeping up with her, well I can't, so I certainly can't expect anyone else to.
"But Jamie, I do love you. I have loved you as a friend for a long time, and the way that you have been there for Becky and me for the last few weeks has made that love grow. I admit that at this point I'd have to say that I love Becky more, but Jamie, I can see that love becoming an equal love in the very near future.
"When I talked this over with Becky she pointed out that when we have children, I would not love one more than the other, though they may be very different people. I think that it will be the same for Becky and you. I will love you equally, if perhaps slightly differently. And Becky will love both of us. And I would hope that you would love Becky and me.
"I will tell you the same thing that I told Becky. I will not accept you as a slave now, because I feel we have to try it out first. But after thirty days, if you still want it, I would be very pleased to accept you as my slave, completely equal with Becky. I love you Jamie." And with that I kissed her.
As soon as I pulled away Becky said, "My turn!" and gave Jamie a kiss. She wrapped her arms around both of us and pulled us to the floor, where we landed in a squirming, loving pile.
After a significant amount of kissing, hugging, declarations of love, and not a little bit of crying on all parts, Jamie pulled herself away and went back to a kneeling position. She turned to me and said, "Sir, last time we were together you said that you would take my ass when I made my decision. Well I've made my decision, and with Becky's help and advice, I've been preparing my ass for you. Please, sir, will you seal this agreement by taking my virgin ass?"
How could I say no to a request like that? We all made our way to the bedroom together, with much touching and kissing. I took my clothes off and got into the middle of the bed on my back. I noticed that Becky took the right side again, while Jamie took the left.
"Did you guys work out which side of me each of you gets?" I asked. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"No, sir!" said Becky. "I guess we fit together so well that it just works out." She reached across me and grabbed Jamie's head to bring it in for a kiss, right in front of my face. It was very hot.
Jamie reached down and grabbed my cock, which was painfully hard. "It looks like you don't need much preparation," she said.
"Oh yes he does," said Becky. "And so do you. Climb on him and let me at both of you." It seems that Becky really enjoyed playing with both Jamie and me at the same time. She climbed on and Becky started licking her. I was already hard and Becky's tongue ensured that was not going to change.
Becky started moving my cock around the edges of Jamie's pussy. She then put my cock into Jamie and pushed me in. "That's not where I want him," moaned Jamie.
"Trust me," said Becky moving her head up near ours, "with your tight little ass, if he were to fuck you there now he'd never last. Let him cum in your sexy pussy and then let me eat it out of you. Then we'll both go to work on him and he'll fuck your sexy ass but good! And when you've both cum again, I'll eat his cum out of your ass." She kissed me and she kissed Jamie.
"Now fuck your new master!" Becky demanded. Jamie complied. She fucked me as I kissed both of them. As Becky had predicted, I did not last long, but neither did Jamie. She came just a little before I did, and then I shot my load deep into her pussy. Jamie collapsed onto me, but Becky pulled her off.
"You've had your fun," she told me, "now it is time for mine." She practically dove between Jamie's legs. I watched her licking the cum that was leaking out of Jamie.
"Like the cum?" Jamie asked Becky.
"Mmmmm, I love it!" replied Becky. "Ask him! He'll tell you I'm just a horny cum slut."
"If you like cum, here's some more," Jamie said as she flexed her stomach and a big glob of cum leaked out.
"Yummy!" said Becky as she licked it up. In just a few moments Jamie was all cleaned out.
"Now lets work on him!" Becky said looking at Jamie. Jamie grinned back and they both jumped me.
Becky started sucking the cum off my cock, while Jamie started licking my stomach, hips and balls. As she had predicted, I was ready to go again in no time. Becky took charge again and said, "On your hands and knees, virgin! You are about to get your ass plowed hard!"
Jamie eagerly turned over and got into position. Becky grabbed me by my cock and pulled me behind Jamie. She grabbed some lube and rubbed it on my cock. "She's already lubed, but lets be extra careful," she told me.
I grabbed Becky by the shoulders, kissed her, and then sat her down next to Jamie. "I know you are very excited by this, Becky, but I am the one taking Jamie, and I will do it my way."
"I'm sorry, sir," she said contritely.
I pulled Jamie up and I gave her a kiss. "Are you ready for this?" I asked.
"Yes, sir!" she said.
"Do you really want me to take you like this?" I asked again.
"Yes, sir!" she said emphatically. "I really want you to fuck my cherry ass. Please make me yours!"
"OK then," I said. I then had Becky lie down on her back. I positioned Jamie on top of her on all fours so that they were face to face and I climbed between Becky's legs so that I was once again positioned with my cock at Jamie's asshole.
"Here's the deal," I told Becky. "You and Jamie can kiss now, but when I take her ass, it is for me. I put you there so that you can watch as Jamie becomes mine, but I don't want you kissing or touching her while I take her, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said quietly. She reached up and brushed her fingers along Jamie's face. "I love you," she said to Jamie. "I love you so much and I am so happy that you are joining us. I want us to be a family." The girls kissed each other softly, both of them crying once again, and Becky wrapped her arms around Jamie.
After a few minutes of this Becky kissed Jamie a final time and said, "Now let him have you!"
Jamie turned her head to me and said, "Please, sir, will you please fuck my virgin ass already and make me yours?"
I had been ready for a long time, so when she requested it, I simply pushed forward. She was well lubed, and she had been practicing with the butt plugs all week, but she was still tighter than Becky had ever been. I had to push hard just to get my cock head into her, and then I had to stop to let us both get used to it.
Once again, Becky was correct. Had I not just cum moments ago, I would have been spurting right now. But now I was doing just fine, so I started slowly sinking into her hot depths. In just a few seconds my balls were tickling her pussy and my hips were pressed to her ass.
"Please stop for a minute, sir," Jamie asked. Then she begged, "Please, may I kiss Becky while I get used to the feeling?"
"You may," I said. Becky reached up and grabbed Jamie and they kissed each other hard for a minute. Finally Jamie pulled away and said, "I love kissing you Becky, but now I need my ass fucked. Please, sir, please fuck me now." She pushed herself back up so that their nipples were just touching, and I started stroking in and out. With each stroke her nipples ran up and across Becky's and then back, exciting both of them.
In no time at all I was moving quickly in and out of Jamie's ass. Jamie started to cum just moments before I knew I could not hold out any longer. I did manage to hold out until she was done, then I said, "Kiss her, Becky!" and pushed Jamie down onto Becky. I fucked her hard, and Becky held and kissed Jamie as I came hard into her ass.
After I got my breath back I carefully rolled us over so that I was lying on my side, Jamie in front of me, her ass still clamped around my cock, and Becky in front of her. "Welcome to our family, Jamie," I whispered in her ear. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Becky told her.
Jamie started crying again as we both kissed her lightly. "I love both of you! I am so happy that I made this decision!"
We kissed for a while longer and then Becky got up and slapped Jamie on the hip. "Get up you slut! I promised you something, and I keep my promises!"
Jamie pulled her ass off my cock and said, "First, I have my job to do!" and she bent down over my cock and popped it into her mouth. She went, "Mmmmm" as she did it.
Becky meanwhile had moved over to kiss me. "Thank you, sir. That was perfect. Thank you for giving me a sister slave. I love you."
Jamie popped her mouth off my cock and said, "Becky warned me, so we used cherry flavored lube. Now it even tastes like a lollipop," and she dropped back on and finished cleaning me off. When Jamie was done with my cock, Becky rolled her on top of me and pulled her ass into the air. She bent over and started licking up the cum that was leaking out. Jamie was moaning and I pulled her mouth to mine. I love kissing a woman who is moaning in pleasure.
When Becky was done, she leaned her head on Jamie's ass, smiled at me and said, "Now you have two willing women, both with mouths, cunts and asses always ready for your use. Both of us will always have clean, lubed asses, and I strongly encourage you to use us as often as you can."
"Every man's dream!" I said. I pulled Jamie onto one side of me (the left, of course) as Becky lay on my other side. I just lay there stroking their hair while they both kept their heads on my chest.
The girls had their heads close together, and kept giving each other little kisses, running their hands up and down each other's body.
"Why didn't you take off these bracelets?" Jamie asked Becky.
"They are not bracelets," Becky explained. "They are a symbol of his ownership of me."
"What do you mean?" Jamie asked.
"I'll show you," I said. I moved them both off of me and had Becky lie down. I took her hands and pulled them above her head to the headboard and threaded the clips through a rail. I then clipped them together so that she was attached to the headboard.
"See," I said. "This way I can always tie her down when she gets too big for her britches."
"I'll have you know sir," Becky said indignantly, "that I am not wearing britches, and because of your rules, I won't wear them in the future. So there!"
"Well, while this one here was trying to control our every move, you and I got off very nicely," I told Jamie. "She, however, has yet to cum, so I think that we will now address that. Jamie, make her cum, and don't stop until I tell you to."
"Gladly!" Jamie said before she dropped between Becky's legs. While Jamie was eating Becky, I started kissing Becky and lightly running my fingers along her body.
"That tickles!" Becky shrieked as I ran my fingers down her side. I moved my fingers to her nipples, but soon drew them back to her sides. Becky started squirming and giggling and gasping until she all of a sudden opened her eyes wide and gasped. "Oh, sir! She's fucking my ass and my cunt with her fingers!"
"So which feels more intense? What she is doing," I asked as I ran my fingers down her side again, "or what I am doing?" It was amazing to see her gasping in pleasure while she giggled at the same time.
"If you don't stop that, sir, I'm going to pee myself!" she screamed.
"Well, it's Jamie who will end up suffering if you do that," I told her.
Jamie lifted her head and said, "I won't suffer at all. Do it, sir. Make her piss herself. I promise I'll clean up every drop!" She then dropped her mouth back down and latched onto Becky's pussy.
'What the hell, ' I thought and ran my fingers up and down again. I continued tickling her as I bent over and took her nipple in my mouth and bit down.
"Oh! I'm cumming!" Becky screamed. I would definitely need to soundproof this place! Becky kept cumming and cumming as I continued gnawing on her nipples and tickling her as Jamie sucked on her clit and sawed fingers in and out of her pussy and ass. "Oh no! I'm doing it!" she screamed as she collapsed onto the bed.
What she was doing was releasing her bladder, and Jamie tried to suck up every drop of it, as promised. After she was done we both lay down next to Becky, me on Becky's left, Jamie on her right. This time we put our heads on her chest, each of us licking one of Becky's tits. Becky's hands were still bound to the headboard, so she couldn't do anything about it, except say, "No more! Please no more!"
I looked over Becky at Jamie and kissed her. I could taste the combination of Becky's pussy juices and her piss. "That was interesting," I said.
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" Becky moaned.
Jamie moved up to her face and asked, "Why? I love drinking your piss. I hope you do that again!"
"Really?" Becky asked.
"Yup," said Jamie, putting her head back down on Becky's chest. "I had a boyfriend once that got me into it, and I have missed it since we broke up."
"Girl, you and I have to sit down real soon and have a talk about your past sex life," Becky said to Jamie. "It seems that there is a lot that you never told me about!"
"That should be an interesting discussion," I said.
Jamie looked up at me and said, "Could you get up a minute, sir?" I did, and Jamie draped herself over Becky so that she was lying perpendicular over Becky's stomach, with her ass to me.
Jamie looked back to me and said, "Sir, I said that I would get every drop if you made Becky pee, but I missed a few. Sir, please punish me for not doing what I said."
Now this was an interesting situation. "How should I punish you?" I asked.
"Please spank me," she replied.
"Up on your knees," I said. She repositioned herself so she was on her knees with her head resting on Becky's stomach. She spread her legs so I could see her abused asshole and her engorged pussy. I bent over and licked her from her clit to her asshole. She gasped, and then I landed five fast spanks on her ass. Then, before she could think about it, I sank my cock into her pussy.
"Oh, sir!" she moaned, and I grabbed her hair and repositioned her face even with Becky's so that I could watch them kiss as I fucked Jamie. I reached under and squeezed Jamie's nipples really hard. In no time she was cumming. I did not want to cum again right then, so I pulled out. I went around to where they were kissing and I shoved my cock in between their mouths. The both licked and sucked at my cock until it was clean.
I reached up and unclipped Becky. She moaned in disappointment when I did that. I do believe that girl would be happy to be tied up all day. I herded the girls to the bathroom and started the shower. We all got in, and it was a tight fit, but I don't think any of us minded the crowding. If you've never had two wet girls on either side of you, rubbing their soapy bodies against you, I'd strongly advise that you go out and do that right now. It is a lot of fun.
After we got out and dried off, I put Becky's cuffs back on and clipped them in front of her. I told her, "Go get us some snacks and drinks, wench. Jamie and I will be in bed."
I took Jamie back to bed, and while Becky was out of the room I said, "Without Becky's evil influence around, I want you to tell me how you are feeling about this."
Jamie thought for a moment and then said, "I guess there are a lot of things that I feel. I love you and I love Becky, and I am happy to be here. I am still afraid of all the things that I told you about earlier: friends, family, the world. On the other hand, I have never had as good a sexual experience as I have had tonight, and that part of my brain is telling me to stop thinking and enjoy it!
"All in all, sir, I am quite happy with my decision. Thank you for allowing me to do this."
"Thank YOU," I said. "You are very brave, and I am happy that you made this choice. As for the libidinous part of your brain, let her know that the night is not over yet!"
Becky came in as Jamie and I were kissing. "Aw, you started without me," she said.
Jamie looked a little nervous, but I said, "I'm just keeping her warm for you."
Becky noticed Jamie's nervousness and said, "Jamie, I was just kidding. Please believe me when I say that I will never be jealous of what the two of you do together. I was not joking when I said I wanted you to be my equal in this relationship. Even though I have known him longer, I don't stake any additional claim on him.
"If I find the two of you going at it without me, it will make me hot, it will make me wet, and I will be envious of both of you. But I am completely OK with that. If there are times that you want him to yourself, you should tell him that and don't worry how I will feel!"
"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked with a smile.
Becky dropped to her knees and said, "I'm sorry sir. Please forgive my impertinence. Of course it is your place to decide to whom and how you give your pleasure."
"Hey, I was joking!" I said.
"I was not, sir," Becky said. "I did it again, tried controlling things. I'm sorry, because I should not be usurping your authority. Please discipline me as I deserve."
"OK," I said, "your discipline is that you must now feed Jamie and me the snacks that you brought."
"Yes, sir!" Becky said with a smile. Jamie and I lay at the head of the bed and Becky started feeding us with her bound hands.
After we finished our snacks, I lay down in the bed again with a girl on either side. They were both playing lightly with my cock, keeping it mostly hard, while we talked.
"So how are going to work this, logistically?" I asked.
"May I make a suggestion, sir?" Becky asked.
"Of course," I said.
"I think that tomorrow we should go over to Jamie's place, get her stuff and move her in with us," Becky said.
Jamie started laughing. We both looked at her and she said, "In all the things I worried about, everything that I put into making this choice, I never consciously thought about the fact that I would have to move!"
"Is that a problem for you?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "I just find it hilarious that I never even thought about it."
"So you are OK moving in with us?" Becky asked,
"Absolutely!" she answered.
"Well, much as I like this place, and it's fairly big, we only have the one bedroom," I said. "That's fine for most of the time, but what if one of you wants some time to yourself? Or what if you've both worn me down completely and I need a break. There is nowhere to go."
"Well, all three of us make decent salaries," Becky said, "and we could easily afford a bigger place. I think we should move Jamie in here tomorrow, and then start looking for a bigger place next weekend. You should be able to last till then, right sir?"
"The way you two treat me, I doubt I'll make it through Monday!" I said. "Is there a reason you don't want to start looking this weekend?"
"Sure," replied Becky. "I want to spend this weekend in bed!"
"I second that!" Jamie said.
"I changed my mind," I said. "I don't think I'll make it through Sunday."
"Well if you don't, sir, I'd be happy to take care of Becky for you," Jamie said with a smile.
"Mmmmm, I knew there was a reason I needed another woman in this relationship," Becky said, kissing Jamie over my chest. "They don't wear out nearly as fast!"
"I seem to recall a certain slut tied down to this bed tonight yelling, 'Stop, no more!'" I said.
"Well, I'm ready for more now, sir!" Becky replied.
"So am I!" said Jamie.
"Well, it seems that Jamie has been fucked in the cunt and ass tonight, but Becky hasn't gotten it anywhere yet. Maybe we could change that," I said.
"Oh, yes sir!" Becky said.
"You get started on yourself, Becky," I said. "Jamie, you come to the bathroom with me for a minute."
I took Jamie to the bathroom and gave her something I had purchased earlier in the week. Then I went back to Becky, who had two fingers in her cunt and another finger on her clit.
I climbed onto her and sank my cock into her pussy. I kissed her and asked, "Are you enjoying having Jamie with us?"
"Oh, yes sir!" Becky replied. "I know I push you into things, but thank you for this. Thank you for Jamie. I know that we will both make you happy!"
I fucked Becky slowly for a very short time, and then I pulled out of her. "Get up," I said. "I want you to ride me."
I lay down on the bed and Becky straddled me, sinking easily onto my cock. I pulled her down so that we were kissing. I saw Jamie come back into the room, so I reached down and spread Becky's ass. Jamie knelt on the bed between our legs and started licking us. She licked from where we were connected up to Becky's ass.
"Oh, that girl has her tongue in my ass again!" Becky cried. "I love that feeling!"
Jamie continued licking Becky as she pumped herself up and down my cock. I kissed Becky again and said, "You are like a sexy piece of meat."
"A piece of meat?" she asked.
"Yup," I told her. "You make such a lovely sandwich filling."
And with that, Jamie pushed the strap on dildo that she was wearing right up Becky's ass.
"Oh my god!" screamed Becky. Though I am agnostic, given the feelings that it was producing on my cock, I had to agree with the sentiment. Jamie sank the dildo all the way into Becky, and then just stopped. Doing so had pushed Becky deep onto my cock, so she was completely filled up.
I was looking right into her face, and she looked like a fish out of water, her mouth kept opening and closing but no breath or sound was coming out of it. Finally she said, "Oh, you evil, evil people. Please. Please. Please fuck me." And we did.
Jamie started pumping in and out in regular strokes. I alternated strokes, so that sometimes I was on the opposite stroke from Jamie, and other times we were together, ensuring Becky never knew when she would be completely filled.
Becky started cumming almost from the first stroke, and she did not stop. She was almost delirious, moaning and talking and begging, saying, "Fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy. Make me come. Make me yours. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and other words to that affect. When Jamie reached around and started pulling on Becky's nipples she went into the stratosphere. She began bucking between us. She jerked and moaned and finally screamed, "I can't take any more. I give up! Please stop! Please!"
We tormented her for another minute, but I finally gave Jamie the signal to pull out of her. When she got off of Becky's back, Becky pulled herself off my hard cock and threw herself on the bed beside me. "I'm sorry I doubted you," she mumbled to me. We watched her get a little of her breath back and then she said, "Please Jamie, please finish him for us. I can't do it."
Jamie was only too happy to oblige. She pulled the harness off and climbed up on me. I kissed her and we slowly made love as Becky lay on the side of us, exhausted. About ten minutes later we were both ready, so Jamie sped up and soon I was cumming in her pussy. Jamie gave me a kiss, then climbed down my body until my cock was in her mouth. She cleaned me off, then came up and lay down on the bed next to me. I grabbed both of them and snuggled them to me. As I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that we would need a bigger bed.
Chapter 15
Saturday - Day 15
I woke up slowly, unable to figure out what was wrong. It took me a couple of seconds to realize the problem was that I was not getting a blowjob. A few weeks ago I'd have been happy getting a blowjob a couple of times a month. Now I was surprised if I woke up and I wasn't getting one. Go figure.
Becky and Jamie were still lying snuggled against me, their heads together on my chest, whispering to each other. They were talking about last night. I had clearly missed part of the conversation, but I started listening in without letting them know I was awake.
"So do you really think you will like this arrangement?" Becky was asking.
"I really think I will," Jamie said. "I'm not sure where we will put all my stuff, but I think we can fit enough in until we find another place."
"I still don't know what I will tell my family," said Becky. "I remember that I gave him a pair of Christine's panties, and he said for a man who doesn't allow his women to wear panties, he was building quite a collection. I suggested that he frame them and hang them down the hallway, and he asked what my mother would say when she came to visit.
"I laughed it off then, but what you said last night got me thinking about how I will break this to them. And when people realize that you've moved in with us... well let's just say we are going to have an interesting conversation with Jill!"
"That's a fact!" whispered Jamie. "That girl will not understand."
"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Becky said. "I had lunch with her and she seemed to accept that I was happy as I was. I think it won't be toooo far a stretch to get her to understand you. When she does, though, I think we should invite her to dinner, put two places at the table, and you and I should serve dinner in little French maid outfits."
"I would definitely put him in Kevlar if we do that!" Jamie laughed. "She will go ballistic!"
They were quiet for a few minutes, and my dick started getting bigger, thinking of both of them in French maid costumes.
"Jamie, I need to ask you a question," Becky said.
"Sure, what?" Jamie asked.
"Did you really like drinking my piss last night?" Becky asked.
"Yes," answered Jamie. "I know it's weird and a bit of a kinky thing, but like I said, I had this boyfriend that was REALLY into it, and he always wanted me to piss on him and he wanted to piss on me. He had rubber sheets, and he loved giving me a ton of beer and then latching onto my pussy. He would lick me all night and suck down my piss whenever I had to go.
"He used to piss on me too, and I tried drinking it and found I didn't mind it. Eventually, I actually started to like it. It makes me really wet when I drink it."
"OK," said Becky in a small voice, "then I need to ask you a favor."
"Sure, what?" asked Jamie curiously.
"I don't like to drink piss," Becky explained, "which will make this request seem even more bizarre, but would it be OK with you if I am the only one that drinks his piss. I promise you can have as much of mine as you want. I will piss on you morning, noon and night. I don't care if he pisses all over you too. But let me be the one who drinks it."
"Why would you want that if you don't even like to do it?" Jamie asked.
"It will sound weird," Becky explained, "but it is to put me in my place. You know how sometimes I am very bossy."
"Sometimes? Hah! Do you mean like last night?" Jamie asked.
"Yes," said Becky, "exactly like that. Sometime I make it seem like I am in control. I get him to do things. Well I want something that he will do and enjoy which I don't like. Something that will only give me pleasure because it gives him pleasure. Something that he does just for his own pleasure. Do you understand?"
Jamie moved to kiss Becky. "I understand completely my sister slave. I would be happy to give you this. Of course, you owe me a favor now, and you can be sure I will take it out of your body."
"Any time!" said Becky, and they started kissing intensely.
For a few minutes I thought that they would completely forget about me as they got into themselves, but then they separated and lay back down on me.
"So what is the deal with you and Christine?" Jamie asked.
Becky sighed and said, "I don't know. I took a hard line with her and told her she could be my slave or my friend, and I guess she chose to be my friend. She didn't tell me that, but she has made no move to be my slave."
"Maybe she needs more time to think?" Jamie suggested. "Lord knows I needed all the time I took."
"How would you feel if she accepts?" Becky asked. "Before it was just me and him, and he was OK with it. Are you going to be OK with it?"
"Well, it will certainly be more crowded," Jamie said. "Where will she sleep, for goodness sake?"
"At the foot on the bed in a little doggy bed?" Becky said, with a giggle in her voice.
"Oooo, I'm glad I'm to be his slave and not yours," Jamie retorted.
They were quiet for a while then, and I felt someone start to play with my dick. "Did you ever manage to get him in your throat?" Jamie asked.
"Not yet," Becky said, "but I'm still trying."
"Mind if I give it a try?" asked Jamie.
"Go for it!" said Becky. "It's about time he got his lazy ass up and gave us both a good shag!"
Jamie laughed as she engulfed my cock in her mouth. She popped off for a second and said, "And how are we going to decide who gets to blow him each morning?"
"We'll figure it out," Jamie said. "Maybe the poor man will have to suffer through two blowjobs. Now get to work, you slut! And if he cums in your mouth, be sure to save some for me!"
I felt Jamie licking all around my cock, getting it very wet. As she slipped it back in her mouth Becky licked and kissed my ear. "I know you are awake sir. It's time for you to pleasure your slave girls."
"Ummm, I thought my slave girls were supposed to pleasure me," I responded.
"That would be true, sir," Becky countered, "except that I know very well you get as much pleasure giving as receiving."
"You've got me there!" I said. "Now lets see what I can do about pleasuring you! Sit on my face and go help Jamie."
"You know I haven't cleaned up yet this morning, sir," Becky told me.
"So you have a nasty, dirty little cunt?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"It fits you then," I told her, "because you can BE such a dirty, nasty little cunt as well. Now climb up and let me clean out your beautiful pussy while you go and help the girl you picked out to pleasure your boyfriend suck my cock."
"Well, when you put it that way sir," she said, "I guess I am a dirty nasty cunt. And I am quite happy that you like me that way."
She climbed on and I licked her up and down. When I had her cunt clean but dripping, I pulled her down further so that I could spear my tongue into her asshole.
"Oh, Jamie," I heard her say, "The bad man has his tongue in my asshole and there is nothing I can do about it!"
"Oh yes there is," Jamie said. She stopped sucking my cock and straddled me, facing my feet. She hovered over me, and Becky positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She dropped down, surrounding me with her warm wetness. To Becky she continued, "If he has his tongue in your ass, it's only fair that you put your tongue in mine!"
She leaned over my legs and started licking them, and then began moaning as Becky followed her instructions. Between my cock pistoning into her pussy and Becky's tongue rimming her ass, Jamie was soon exploding. After her first cum, she started moving slowly all the way up and down my cock.
I went back to sucking on Becky's pussy and clit while Becky began licking off as much of the juices as possible each time Jamie went on an upstroke.
"Here's what is going to happen now, ladies," I said.
"Yes, sir?" both of them said. Becky followed up and said, "And we are not ladies, we're sluts!"
"OK, my little sluts," I said. "In just a few minutes I am going to cum. Before I do, I want you to pull off of my cock, Jamie. Then I want Becky to jerk me till I cum on Jamie's pussy and ass. Then it will be your job, Becky to lick up all my spunk, but you may not swallow it. Instead, you will give it to Jamie to swallow. Do you think you can follow those instructions?"
"Yes, sir!" said Becky excitedly. "And do you think that you could fuck my ass with your fingers while you are eating me, sir?" Now there was a request I did not mind fulfilling. I continued to eat Becky and finger her ass, and I managed to get her off before I came, though not by much.
As Becky was coming down from her orgasm I pulled my head out from between her legs and said, "Pull off of me, Jamie!" She slowly pulled off and Becky grabbed me in her hand. She licked the head of my cock as she jerked me, and I cried, "Here I cum!" My balls must have been working overtime all night, because she pulled on my cock and I spurted all over Jamie's ass and pussy. I couldn't believe how much I came, but it made a very pretty picture.
Amazingly, Jamie came when my cum started hitting her ass. I knew this because I could see the lips of her pussy contracting, and she squirted an amazing amount of fluid. In fact, I wish I had a high-speed camera targeted on us, because I bet it would have shown our cum intermingling in the air. It was so hot it made me cum even harder.
When I was done, Becky bobbed her head down and slurped up my cock and cleaned it off. Then she went to work on Jamie's ass, licking up all my cum. Then she moved down, and though she was supposed to be licking my cum up, it she looked like she was trying to lick up all Jamie's juices as well. She was trying not to swallow as she licked, and my cum kept running out of her mouth back onto Jamie, which I found very hot.
When she was done, she pulled Jamie back up so that her head was resting on my chest. She then put her mouth over Jamie's mouth and I watched as she dripped my cum into Jamie's mouth. She then attacked Jamie with her tongue and lips, trying to get as much of my cum back as she could, now that she had completed the assignment.
Jamie flipped over and snuggled into my side, kissing my lips and cheek, and Becky did the same. "So, are we good at following your orders, sir?" Jamie asked.
"Excellent!" I declared. "I've got some more fantasies that you two are going to fulfill, but at the rate you're going, I'll run out very soon."
"Don't worry, sir," Becky said. "It'll take a long time for me to run out of ideas, and I just know that Jamie has some evil ideas for your body as well!"
"You know it!" Jamie agreed.
"OK, ready to obey my next order?" I asked them.
"Yes, sir!" they both replied.
I got off the bed and rummaged through our box. I pulled out the cuffs and asked Jamie to give me her arms. I put the cuffs on her wrists and attached Jamie to the headboard.
"I am going to get us all breakfast now," I told them. "Becky, your job is to lick every inch of Jamie's body. If you don't make her cum at least two times before I am done with breakfast you will have to walk around with the largest butt plug you have all day!"
"Mmmmm," Becky said, "Now I can't decide which I want more, to make Jamie cum twice or to get that delicious punishment!"
"Well keep in mind that if you have a butt plug in, you cannot get fucked up the ass," I told her.
"Two cums for Jamie it is!" Becky said. She lay down on top of Jamie, tit-to-tit and started kissing and licking her face. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I took my time, and I heard Jamie cum more than twice. It was good to hear how Becky threw herself into her assignment. When I returned to the bedroom carrying the breakfast items I saw that Jamie was still tied down, breathing heavily. Becky had her head on Jamie's chest and was running a finger lightly through a little puddle of fluid that had gathered on Jamie's stomach.
"Sir, I know how much you love the taste of Jamie, so I saved as much of her cum for you as I could," Becky told me. I bent down and ran my tongue through the puddle, and it was almost as delicious as when it was fresh.
When I had cleaned her stomach with my tongue, I reached up and unclipped Jamie. "Breakfast is served," I told them.
"Can I go clean myself off?" Jamie asked. "I'm a sweaty mess."
Becky snorted, so I told her, "Becky, why don't you tell her what you think my answer will be."
"You're out of luck, Jamie," Becky said. "He likes to keep his sluts dirty for as long as he can. He will enjoy eating breakfast looking at your nasty body, covered in all sorts of fluids."
"OK, then," Jamie responded. "I don't mind being covered in your fluids."
I reached over and kissed Jamie, then I kissed Becky, and then I handed out the food. We sat on the bed and ate quietly while I watched my two naked slave girls. All right, they weren't actually my slaves yet, but I had no doubt about Becky, and Jamie certainly seemed to be leaning in that direction.
When I was done eating I leaned back on the bed and surveyed my surroundings. Life was certainly good. When both of my women were done eating I said, "Let's go people. We have lots to do today. You wenches clean up this breakfast and then come to the bathroom to get cleaned up."
I went to the bathroom and started the shower. Becky and Jamie came in and Becky sat down on the toilet and peed. She was reaching for the toilet paper when Jamie said, "Let me," and she bent over and pulled Becky forward on the toilet. She licked all around Becky's pussy and got every drop of piss she could find. Of course, other fluids quickly replaced them, but I dragged Jamie off Becky and got Becky into the shower.
Jamie took her turn on the toilet, and with me watching she stuck her hand right into her stream. She then lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the pee off, looking into my eyes the whole time. I began to realize that this one would most likely be as much a handful as Becky was.
I got into the shower and Jamie followed me in. Three in this shower was certainly tight. A larger shower would definitely be something to look for when searching for a new place.
I was sandwiched between my women and they began to wash me. I turned so that my front was to Jamie and I enjoyed their hands up and down my body. They were both bent over and washing my legs when I said, "Damn, now I remember what I forgot to do!" Jamie looked up at me questioningly just as I started pissing on her body. She got a big smile on her face as she grabbed my cock and started playing the stream onto her body, but I noticed that she kept her mouth tightly closed.
I cut off my stream (which was damn hard to do!) and turned around. I grabbed Becky by the hair as I started spraying her body with my piss. I then pulled her head by her hair until my cock was in her mouth, and I watched as she swallowed everything that I had left.
When I was done, she pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "That was so disgusting, sir. Thank you very much for treating me as you want!" I pulled her up and kissed her as Jamie wrapped her arms around both of us. I washed both of them and then we got out.
After the shower Becky informed me that she and Jamie needed to clean themselves out. As I am not really into enemas, I left, but not before instructing them on proper protocol. "Jamie, I want you to give Becky her enema, and Becky, you do the same for Jamie. You want to be sister slaves, you can help each other out with everything."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Becky told me. Jamie just wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss.
"I'm going to do some things on the computer, so when you are done, get dressed and we'll head over to Jamie's place," I instructed them.
I went out checked my e-mail and straightened out the kitchen. When they were all ready my two wenches came out. They were both dressed in the same clothes as last night. "What's up with the clothes?" I asked.
"Well Jamie doesn't have any other clothes over here yet, and I need to match her," Becky explained.
"You always need to match?" I asked them.
"Only in public, sir," Jamie told me. "Whenever we go out, we are going to be like decorative bookends. We want everyone to know that we both belong to you!" I could feel my ego growing again.
"I think you are missing one thing," I told them. I went to the bedroom and when I returned, I put the dog collar onto Becky.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered as I attached it to her neck. I took the nicer collar and put it on Jamie.
"I will tell you the same thing that I told Becky," I said to Jamie. "This is only a temporary collar. If you decide to become my slave, I will collar you for real."
I stepped back and looked at my two soon-to-be slaves. Jamie was in her blue sweater dress, with cuffs and a collar. Becky was in red, also with cuffs and a collar. I got hard just looking at them. I took their arms and we walked out the door.
Walking down the hallway we passed our neighbor, a slightly older, albeit nicely put together woman, named Peg. We smiled hello, and she smiled back, but muttered something under her breath. I could swear it was, "I don't know how they look so good on so little sleep." It made me realize that she probably heard everything that went on in our apartment. I was glad she hadn't called the cops and reported a murder in progress.
We walked over to Jamie's apartment and I loved the stares that we got from the people we passed. When we got into Jamie's place, she started looking around. "Are we really going to move soon, sir?" she asked me.
"I think that we should stay where we are until both trial periods are over, but then I think it only makes sense," I said. "Three of us living together will cramp our current place."
"Maybe four," Becky said.
"What?" I asked.
"Maybe four of us living together," Becky explained. "I haven't given up on Christine yet."
"OK, then," Jamie said, "I'm only going to bring over the things that I need, and I'll keep the rest of my stuff here until we find a place together." She shook herself a little and said, "I can't believe that I am talking about how I am going to be getting a new place with my best friend and our master!"
"I know," Becky agreed. "It is so weird and so fabulous." She went over and gave Jamie a hug and kiss. The kiss started to get intense, and I had to break them up.
"If you girls go at it all the time, we'll never get this finished!" I said. "And one other thing. If you will be keeping this place as long as we have our apartment, then the same rules apply here as do there."
Becky said, "Yes, sir!" and pulled her dress off, followed quickly by Jamie.
Jamie then went over to the windows to close the drapes, but I said, "Leave them open, I like the light."
"But sir," Jamie complained, "there are apartments right across the street. They can see in."
"Well maybe I like showing off my wenches!" I told her. "If you don't like the show you are putting on now, think about how you will feel when I drag a chair in front of the window and redden your ass while they are all watching."
"I'm sorry, sir," Jamie said contritely.
"That's OK," I said. "Now tell me what you are planning to take with you." Jamie made a small pile of items from the living room and kitchen, but most of the stuff would stay.
We then went into the bedroom, where Jamie and Becky started going through the clothes. "You can forget about bringing your underwear or pants," Becky told her.
"I guess that greatly reduces my wardrobe," Jamie said.
"But just think, now we have to go shopping!" Becky said excitedly.
Jamie pulled most of her clothes out and the two women went through them. Some Becky would not let her take, saying, "Not sexy enough." They also went through Jamie's intimate apparel. They didn't bother with any panties, except for a thong that I liked and pair of crotch-less panties I thought we might be able to use.
I also found a very sheer black mesh top. It was just long enough to cover her ass. I had her try it on, and you could see everything through it. "You can take this as something to wear in the house," I told Jamie.
"That only gives her one outfit for the house, and I have two," Becky said.
"On your first day you had none, so stop complaining!" I told her.
The two women quickly packed a few suitcases worth of clothes, shoes and toiletries and we stacked them by the door. In the end, it looked like we could fit it all into one cab.
"Is that everything?" I asked.
"Well, I may need to come back occasionally for some things, but yes, I think that is all I'll need," Jamie said.
"There is one more thing before we go," I told her. "You've said that you have liked me for a long time. Well I have to admit that I have had a recurring fantasy, one that I've even jerked off to a number of times. I imagined coming over to talk to you about something and ending up in bed with the beautiful Jamie.
"And now I can do it. Now I will do it. So I am going to take you into your bed and fuck the living daylights out of you. Becky, come here."
Becky came over to me and I clipped her hands together. Then I took the leash I had brought and attached it to her collar, and pulled her to the couch. I clipped the leash to a table near the couch and I told her, "You I want to sit right here. While I am in there with Jamie, I want you to be thinking about how your boyfriend is in the next room fucking the hell out of your best friend, while you are tied down like a dog out here."
I went over to Jamie and gave her the dress. "I want you to put this on," I told her as I took off her collar and cuffs. "This fantasy is not about me fucking my slave. This is about me fucking my girlfriend's best friend behind her back."
I leaned over the couch and kissed Becky's neck and whispered, "Don't forget, if you play with yourself all the neighbors will see!" She groaned as I took Jamie by the hand and went to the bedroom. I left the door open and I pushed Jamie against the wall and kissed her hard.
"I know this is wrong," I said loudly. "I know that you are my girlfriend's best friend. But you are so beautiful, so sexy. I've wanted you for so long." I kissed her hard again and her arms came up and wrapped around my neck.
"We can't," Jamie said, breaking her lips away from mine. "Becky is my best friend. I love her. I am soooo attracted to you. If you weren't dating my best friend I promise you, you could have me any way you wanted. But it wouldn't be right!"
"Becky is out of town today," I said, kissing her again. "This could be a one time thing. She doesn't have to know! She won't find out!"
"But it's not right!" Jamie cried, as she continued to kiss me. As we kissed quietly, I heard a wet squishy noise from the next room, accompanied by a quiet moan. I reached up and squeezed Jamie's nipple gently through her dress.
"Noooo!" Jamie moaned. "Don't do that. You don't understand! I lose control when someone does that." I pressed my advantage by slipping my hand into the top of her dress and pinching her nipple hard.
"OOOhhhhh!" Jamie screamed. "I'm going to hell for this, but I need to see your cock!" She dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down. "Oh, its even bigger than I imagined!" she said before she swallowed my cock. I let her continue for a few minutes, with my ego growing again. She seemed to be more excited then ever before.
Finally I pulled her up, removing her dress at the same time. I pushed her against the wall and kissed her again before stepping back and looking at her. "You are exactly as I pictured you! I've thought about you naked a lot!"
I pulled the rest of my clothes off and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, gluing her lips to mine as I carried her to the bed. I fell over the bed with her legs still attached around my waist, my cock slapping her ass. I pushed her back down and maneuvered my cock to her opening. I grabbed her tits, squeezed hard and said loudly, "If we continue, I'll be cheating on my girlfriend and you'll be betraying your best friend, all for a fabulous fuck. Shall we continue?"
"If she's really my best friend," Jamie panted, "she'll understand how much I need this fuck. Now fuck me!" she cried and she slammed her pussy over my cock. I was not gentle with her. I slammed into her over and over again, and she started cumming over and over again. If I'd had any hair on my cock, it would have been soaked.
I started getting closer and she yelled, "Please, don't cum in me. Cum on me. Cum on my face. Cum on my tits. Cum on my pussy. Cum everywhere on my body!" I pulled out and I painted her from chin to pussy with my cum, as I could see her cumming again.
"You know that I have to tell Becky about this," Jamie said.
"Yes, I know. I have to tell her too," I said.
"She's a lucky girl!" Jamie said, rubbing my cum into her skin.
After catching our breaths a little, we got up and went to check on Becky. We sat down on either side of Becky. "Oh god, that was so hot!" she said, grabbing my head and kissing me. I could smell her pussy on her hands.
She then turned to Jamie and kissed her, then licked some of my cum off her chest. She told Jamie, "I wish that I would have felt this way before, so I could have shared him with you!"
"Did the neighbors get a good show?" I asked.
"Oh man, I must have cum ten times! That wasn't a fantasy of mine, but I could tell it was really both of yours. I'm so glad that you could both live it out!"
I unclipped Becky and removed the leash. I made the girls get dressed without cleaning my and their cum off themselves and we took Jamie's bags and got a cab back to our apartment.
When we got to the apartment, both girls immediately stripped. "Becky, wear your white skirt, and Jamie, you wear the mesh shirt," I told them. Becky went to get the skirt and Jamie dug the shirt out of her bags. When they were clothed to my satisfaction, we went to the bedroom and started rearranging drawers and closet space. I gave up a lot of my space, and Becky pulled out a lot her clothes.
"Most of these I won't wear anymore," said Becky, pointing to the pile of pants and unflattering dresses. By the time she was done demolishing her wardrobe there was plenty of space for Jamie's stuff. As Becky and Jamie finished putting everything away, I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of champagne and three glasses.
I called the girls into the kitchen and gave them the glasses. "To our new roommate," I toasted and we all drank.
Jamie raised her glass and said, "To the two people I love, who took me in and made me part of their family. To you, sir; and to you, Becky. I will be the best damn slave you have ever seen, and I will make sure you don't regret inviting me into your life!" We drank to that as well.
Finally Becky raised her glass and said, "To you Jamie. You know I want this. You know I love you. I know I may have browbeaten you into this a little, but I know that you will love it. Thank you for agreeing to be my sister slave.
"And to you, sir. I know you will be the best master in the world. Here is to the moment that I kneel before you and become your property."
After that we sat around for a while discussing more of the logistics: who gets the bathroom when, where things go, who sleeps on which side. We decided to order a king size bed to accommodate all of us. Becky argued against it, saying she'd rather be squished together with all of us, but Jamie and I convinced her that some of the acrobatics that Becky kept insisting on would work better in a bigger bed.
I leaned back and looked at the two beauties in front of me laughing and looking so sexy in their little outfits, and it gave me a very warm feeling. After a few minutes, Jamie looked up at me and asked, "What is that look?"
"I'm feeling somewhat masterful," I told her. "Come with me, Jamie."
I took her to the living room and had her sit down on the couch. "Strip," I told her. She pulled off the shirt and sat back down. "Now make yourself cum," I instructed her.
"What?" she asked.
"Diddle yourself. Jill off. Play with your monkey. I want you to masturbate until you cum, and then I want you to keep doing it until I tell you to stop."
"Yes, sir," Jamie said, looking uncomfortable.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't feel self-conscious. Think about it as pleasing me. Think about how good it makes me feel to see you running your hands all over yourself. How much it turns me on to see you cumming. How hard you are going to make me. How much I am going to want to fuck you."
As I was whispering to her, Jamie started breathing heavily and running her hands up and down her body. I kept whispering things like that to her as she started playing with herself for real. Then I stood up and started circling around her, running my fingers over her as well. I went behind the couch and brushed her temples with my fingers, slid them over her ears, then down and around her nipples.
I went back around the front of the couch and licked her knees as I ran my fingers over her calves. I went back around her and knelt behind her, whispering in her ear again as I cupped her breasts. "Do you like having me in control of you?"
"Oh, yes!" she said.
"Will you do whatever I want," I asked in the same whisper?
"Yes, I will do anything for you!" she said, getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
"Will you let me stand over you and spray cum over your body?" I asked.
"Yes!" she screamed, falling into her orgasm.
"And will you let me take pictures of you covered in cum?" I asked.
"Yeeeeessssss!" she screamed as she jammed three fingers up her cunt and locked up completely. She stayed rigid for about thirty seconds before she relaxed enough to drop her ass back onto the couch.
"Becky," I called from my position behind Jamie.
"Yes, sir?" Becky answered from her vantage point in the kitchen where she had been watching the whole thing.
"Jamie seems to have made a big mess on her legs and on her pussy and ass. Please come clean it up," I ordered.
"Yes, sir!" she said eagerly, and she practically ran to sit between Jamie's legs. She started licking Jamie's thighs and the cheeks of her ass before diving into her pussy.
As she started taking Jamie towards orgasm again, I said to Jamie, "I'm going to ask you a question, my little slave-to-be, and I want you to answer honestly, OK?"
"OK, sir," she panted at me.
"Are you a little cum slut?" I asked.
"What do you mean, sir?" she asked, surprised.
"You know very well what I mean, and I want you to answer me," I told her.
She bit her lip, moaned as Becky inserted another finger into her, and said, "Yes, sir, it's true. I am a cum slut!"
"What does that mean to you?" I asked her.
"It means that I love cum," she said. "I love it in my pussy, and now in my ass. I love it in my mouth. But most of all, I love it spattered all over my body. This morning when you came on my ass, I came when I felt your cum on me. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to be receptacle for all of your cum, sir!"
"Did it embarrass you to say that?" I asked.
"A little, sir," she said.
"Well I want you to learn something from this," I told her. "Because you told me what you like, I will make every effort to fulfill your fantasies. I will cum on you whenever I can. And if there is anything else that you find that turns you on, I expect you to tell me that as well. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" she said, rapidly approaching orgasm.
"Do you want to know something that turns me on?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes sir!" Jamie said. "Please tell me so that I can help fulfill your fantasies!"
"Well, it turns out I am somewhat of a voyeur," I told her. "I like to watch girls when they are not thinking about me watching them. Especially little slave sluts. And that is why there is a camera in this room, and has been for the last two weeks. It is right there, and anything that has happened in this room in that time I have caught on film. Including you getting yourself off for me." With that, I squeezed her breasts hard as Becky stuck a finger right up her ass. Jamie came hard, squirting Becky's face as much as I do when I am cumming.
As Jamie came down, Becky climbed up and straddled her lap. "You made such a mess," she told Jamie. "Now you have to clean it up." She kissed Jamie, and Jamie started licking off her face. From my vantage behind the couch, I grabbed Becky by the collar that she was still wearing and pulled her to me.
"I want to taste some too," I told her, and I started licking off her face as well. Meanwhile, her breasts were perfectly placed in front of Jamie's mouth, as Becky discovered when Jamie took a nipple into her mouth. I pulled Becky further up by the collar and I whispered in her ear, "I love having a collar on you, so I can control your every movement." Becky shuddered, and I said louder, "Jamie, be a doll and shove two of your finger's up this slut's cunt."
I pulled Becky even harder by the collar and kissed her deeply, fucking her mouth with my tongue, while Jamie obeyed my order and fucked Jamie's cunt with her fingers. I pulled Becky's ear back to my mouth and said, "Imagine this same scenario, only with Christine behind you, her tongue buried in your hot asshole." With a cry, Becky came.
I let Becky down and Jamie wrapped her arms around her. I came around the couch and sat next to Jamie and pulled Becky onto my lap, holding her as I would a baby. Jamie leaned her head on my shoulder and we just sat there for a long time, each of us contemplating our own thoughts.
Eventually I asked, "Who wants to go out to dinner?"
Becky groaned and said, "Of course I will if you want to sir, but can't we just order in?"
"OK, we'll order in," I told them, "but Jamie will answer the door and ask the delivery boy to put the food on the table while you lie here on the couch."
Jamie looked like she wasn't sure about that, but Becky said, "I would let myself be seen naked in Times Square on New Year's eve if I didn't have to get out of your arms."
I bent over and kissed her. "You are going to have to get up soon anyway, because I need to take a leak."
"Mmmmm," Becky moaned sleepily, "just let Jamie bend over and go in her mouth. She'd love it."
I looked at Jamie questioningly, and she said, "I thought you said you wanted to be the only one who swallows his piss?"
"I'll make an exception if you guys let me stay here feeling so loved for a little longer," Becky responded.
Jamie got a big smile on her face and looked at me shyly. I nodded and she got off the couch and between my legs. I had to lift Becky up higher so that Jamie could open my pants. I couldn't see her, but I felt her take my cock out and wrap her mouth around it. I had to think of other things so that my cock stayed flaccid enough to allow me to piss.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
Jamie just nodded (I assumed, from how it felt on my cock) and said "Mmm-hmmm."
Becky snuggled up close to my ear and whispered, "Do it. Piss in your slave's mouth and make her happy." I released the stream as slowly as I could, and I could feel Jamie's mouth swallowing around my cock. I continued pissing until I was done, and Jamie had gotten every drop.
After I was done, Jamie did not release my cock. She kept licking and sucking on it until I was hard. Becky, still snuggled in my arms, murmured, "The greedy slut is sucking you off isn't she?"
"Yes," I told her.
"You should give her a mouthful of cum. She deserves it," Becky said, kissing my ear. I agreed that she deserved it, but I thought she deserved more.
As I got close, I told Jamie, "You can't have my cum in your mouth." Jamie slowed down sucking me, ready to take my cock out of her mouth. "I want to see my cum all over your face," I told her. Jamie groaned around my cock and started slamming her face on my cock. When I got close I told her and she pulled her mouth off of me and started jerking my cock hard. Soon I was spraying her face and tits with my cum.
When I was done she cleaned my cock off with her mouth and tucked me back in my pants. Then she got back onto the couch sitting next to me. She looked so sexy with cum dripping from her face. "I don't want you to wipe your face until I tell you to, OK?" I told Jamie.
"Yes, sir!" she said happily.
"Go order 2 pizzas," I told her. She went and ordered them and then came back to the couch. I kissed her on her lips and said, "Put your shirt back on." She slipped it over her head, and it smeared some of the cum on her face and tits. I told her to get up, and stood up and laid the now sleeping Becky onto the couch. I put her feet facing the door, and I lifted her skirt up so that anyone could see her bare pussy.
When Becky was positioned, I went over to Jamie and artfully rubbed the cum onto her face so that it didn't look too much like a scene out of 'There's Something About Mary, ' but you could still tell that her face had been cum on. I kissed her again and gave her money for the food. You stay here and call me after the delivery guy has left. I went to the bedroom and lay down for a few minutes.
In about twenty minutes I heard the doorbell ring and Jamie move to get it. I could hear her leading someone through the apartment, and then I heard the front door close. Jamie came into the bedroom and she was completely red. "Sir, the pizza is here. And sir, is it OK if I make myself cum now?"
"Absolutely not," I told her. "That is my privilege." I then laid her on the bed and started licking her asshole while pinching her clit. In about ten seconds she was cumming, leaking fluids all over my face. I moved up her and kissed her deeply, mixing her cum on my face with my cum on hers.
We then got up and I went over and kissed Becky awake. "Mmmmm," she moaned, "you taste like Jamie."
"Delicious, isn't it?" I asked.
"Absolutely!" she said.
As we ate our food, Jamie said, "You missed the pizza delivery guy, Becky, but he certainly did not miss you!"
"I hope he enjoyed it," she said with a smile.
"Oh, he did!" Jamie said. "So did that neighbor we saw in the hall. She looked in and saw me in this outfit and Becky on the couch. She shook her head and went back to her apartment."
"Mmmmm, I wonder if we will have trouble with her?" I asked.
"I'll talk to her," said Becky. "We've always gotten along."
After dinner we went back to the living room to watch a little TV. I said, "I don't know about you guys, but it's been a long day for me, and I want to get in bed and snuggle with two beautiful women. Care to join me?"
"Yes, sir!" they both said, and we went to bed. I got undressed, climbed into bed between them, and pulled them onto me. I kissed each of them, and they kissed each other, and then we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 16
Sunday - Day 16
Sunday morning I woke up first. In fact, I was able to get out of bed without waking either of the girls. Before leaving the room, however, I removed the blanket and just looked at the two of them.
On the left of the bed was Becky. Her hair was now just the color of red that I liked most. Her eyes were closed in sleep, and she had a little smile on her lips. She was still wearing the collar, which I could not believe was comfortable, but which she seemed very attached to. That she was still wearing the cuffs was a given; the only time she took them off was in the shower. Her tits were standing firm, and it looked like she had lost some of her extra stomach. All over she was looking firmer than I remembered.
My gaze continued downward over her bare pussy. I don't know what it is with me, or with many men I guess, but I really love the sight of a shaved pussy. Nothing is hidden; it is like a present being offered. I looked at her thighs and calves, and like the rest of her body, they looked more toned. Her toenail polish was starting to chip; I would have to talk to her about that. I like a woman who is well groomed.
I shifted my attention to Jamie. She was lying on the right side of the bed, her blonde hair framing her face. Looking at her face I could still see the dried cum from last night. She had removed her collar and cuffs. Her tits, which were a little larger than Becky's, were just as firm. Her nipples were small and hard. Jamie had no stomach to speak of, and was skinny all around, but I could already see that Becky was getting more tone in her muscles than Jamie. This week I would have Jamie start working out as well.
Below her stomach I could see the brown hair growing back on her pussy, indicating that the blonde hair on her head was dyed. I was quite curious as to why Becky had asked her not to shave, but I was sure that I would find out in good time, and in all likelihood it would lead to some fabulous sex. Most things with Becky did, nowadays!
Jamie was taller than Becky, and a lot of that was in her legs. She had fabulous legs and very cute feet and toes. I almost wanted to go over and start sucking on them.
I savored the view for a few minutes, then went to the bathroom to freshen up and then to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. I sat down at the computer and started editing more video. With the amount of footage I had, I needed to start cutting some DVDs. I wondered how much I could make selling them, even though I had no intention of doing that.
I was working on last night's video when someone slipped her arms around my shoulders and kissed my neck. "You got up before I could wake you with a blowjob," Becky said to me. I pulled her to my lap and said, "That's OK. I enjoyed myself almost as much watching you and Jamie sleep."
"Somehow I find it hard to believe that you'd rather watch women sleep than get a blowjob," she said skeptically.
"Not women," I corrected, "two women in particular; you and Jamie. Now if you want to service me, go make me breakfast!"
"Hmf! Demoted from wake up slut to cook," Becky complained.
"If you make a nice breakfast, I'll let you be the wake up slut for Jamie," I told her.
"Well, that's something at least," she said, giving me a kiss and getting off my lap to make breakfast for us.
Jamie was still asleep when Becky finished making breakfast. "You get to be a wake up slut after all," I told her. She smiled at me and went into the bedroom. I followed and watched as she crawled between Jamie's legs.
She woke Jamie up with slow, gentle licks. Jamie was moaning even before she woke up. When she woke up she said, "Now this is the way to wake up in the morning!"
"I agree wholeheartedly!" I said. "It's one of the best things about having a slave."
"It's a pretty nice part of being a slave," Jamie replied.
I watched as Becky brought Jamie off and then licked off all her juices. She turned to me and asked, "Would you like to clean off my face, or shall I have Jamie do it?"
"Let me," I said eagerly. She came over and I kissed her and licked as much of Jamie's tasty fluid off her face as I could. Then I said, "It's getting late you lazy wenches, and we have a lot to do today, so get up and get ready!"
"What are the plans for today, sir?" asked Jamie from the bed as she lazily stroked her pussy with her fingers.
"First, we are going over to the gym to sign you up. Then we are going to go shopping for some important items as well as for clothes. Then we will come back here and I will fuck both of you at the same time."
"Oooo, goody!" cried Becky, clapping. "Shopping and fucking! Two of my favorite things! Can we go to Christine's store?" she asked hopefully.
"It's on my agenda," I told her.
They got up and showered and changed. When they came out dressed, Jamie had on a blue skirt and Becky had on a red one, and both of them were wearing tight white tee shirts. "Where are you guys getting these matching clothes from?" I asked.
"We have our secrets," Jamie said.
"We are running out, though, so we need to get a whole bunch of stuff shopping," Becky said.
"As if you need an excuse," I said, grinning at her.
We left the apartment, and went to the gym. When we got there, I saw Veronica, so I went over to talk to her, trailing the girls. "Good morning, Veronica," I said.
She looked up and flushed when she saw it was me. "Can I help you?" she asked. She seemed a bit antagonistic, and given what had happened between us that wasn't too surprising. However I didn't feel like putting up with it.
"Yes, you can," I responded. "First, however, I believe that I said good morning to you, Ronnie." She dropped her eyes when I called her Ronnie.
"I'm sorry, sir. Good morning. Is there anything that I can do for you today?" she said.
"Thank you. That was better," I told her. "You can help me today. I have someone else that I want a personal trainer to work with. The same rules will apply to her as apply to Becky."
"Another one?" she asked in surprise, looking at Jamie.
"Yes, another one," I replied. "Is it OK with you that there is more than one woman that I take responsibility for?"
"Yes, sir," she said quickly. "Would you like to continue with Nelly, or do you want to choose someone else?"
"I am quite happy with Nelly," I told her. "Is she here now?"
"No, sir," she replied. "She is off today. Do you want me to call her?"
"That won't be necessary," I told her with a smile. "You should take Jamie around and show her the gym. Becky, you go with them. When you are done, Ronnie, get a list of Jamie's free time and compare it to Nelly's schedule."
"OK, sir," she said. Veronica took Jamie and Becky into the gym area while I sat and waited. A short time later they returned and Veronica and Jamie compared schedules. It appeared that Jamie would be able to come in during her lunch hour most days.
I thanked Veronica, and we left to go shopping. Our first stop was a pet store, and Jamie looked at me confused as we went in. "Are we getting a pet?" she asked.
"I already have two," I said, running my fingers along her cheek. She blushed and looked down. Although the store was not crowded, the people that were there, particularly the men, took careful notice of Becky and Jamie. Their asses looked fabulous in the tight skirts they were wearing and their tight white tee shirts made it extremely obvious that they were not wearing bras. As neither of them was exactly flat-chested, people tended to look for a while.
I took them to the aisle with the dog collars and leashes. Jamie stood there embarrassed, but Becky was looking around with interest. I picked up a collar matching the one that I had at home and called Jamie over. "Let's see if this fits well," I said. Jamie blushed even more, but lifted her hair and allowed me to test the fit. She looked away from a man in the next aisle who was observing us.
"Excellent fit," I said, and I left it on as I looked around for others. I found another one that I liked as well; something I thought would be even less obviously a dog collar and might be mistaken for a necklace. I had Becky come over and try it on. She defiantly looked the observer right in the eye.
"Not such a shy little girl anymore, are you?" I whispered to her.
"I'm proud to belong to you," she said in a normal tone of voice, one which the watcher could easily hear.
I had them take off the collars, picked out a couple of leashes and went to pay for everything. The young girl behind the counter looked at us with a knowing smile. Becky smiled back at her.
As we left the store Jamie asked Becky, "Do you think that after two weeks doing this I'll be as open about it as you are?"
"Definitely!" Becky replied.
"We'll see," I said. "Becky threw herself into this whole-hog. If you do the same, I'm sure you'll feel as Becky does in a couple of weeks."
The next stop was an upscale sex shop. "Why don't we separate and browse independently for a little while?" I told the girls. "In about fifteen minutes let's meet up and we can tell each other the interesting things that we saw."
Again, the store wasn't crowded, but Becky and Jamie in a sex shop would always make the horny patrons sit up and take notice. I watched their progress through the shop as I browsed. Eventually we met back up and asked, "Find anything interesting?"
"Lots!" said Becky.
"We'll start with you, Jamie. Show me what you found," I said.
Jamie took my hand and started leading me around. She stopped first at the dildos and vibratos and pointed to a couple she liked, including one double headed one. "I never saw the use of having one before, but I can think of a thing or two to do with one now," she said, smirking at Becky. She took me to the movie section and showed me some interesting looking titles, then led me over to the bondage area and pointed out a long stick with some feathers on it.
"I really liked what happened to Becky when you tickled her sir, and I thought perhaps you could use this in the future," she told me.
Becky stared at it, then turned to Jamie and said, "You evil, evil bitch!"
"I learned from the best," Jamie replied, sticking out her tongue. Becky grabbed her head and kissed her, to the delight of the patrons and the embarrassment of Jamie.
"If you tease her," I told Jamie, "you never know what will happen to you."
Jamie finally led me over to the costume section. She told me, "We slave girls were talking, and we thought that it would be good to have some maid uniforms in case you want us to serve you properly dressed." She showed me a bunch of the costumes, including the maid one and ones for a nurse, a harem girl and a whore. I examined them all, and then asked Becky, "What did you see that interested you?"
She grabbed my hand and, unsurprisingly, dragged me back to the bondage section. She showed me more cuffs and collars, manacles, restraints and gags. "You really like all this stuff?" I asked.
In answer, she grabbed my hand and shoved it under her skirt. I could feel the wetness long before my hand reached her pussy. I took my hand back and licked it off. "If I were to buy you only three things, what should they be?" I asked.
She looked back around carefully and pointed to some leather straps, a ball gag and a cat-o-nine tails. "If you let me have four, I'd also pick this," she said, pointing to a blindfold.
"Why those?" I asked.
"The thought of being tied down completely, unable to tell you to stop even if I wanted to, completely helpless to be used in any way you want with absolutely no ability to stop you! I'm nearly ready to cum now just thinking about it!"
I kissed her, and then kissed Jamie too for good measure. "Get everything," I told them.
"What?" Jamie asked.
"Get everything you liked. I want to have lots of toys to play with, so get all the things that you saw and liked. I'm going to get some additional items for myself."
"What are you getting, sir?" Becky asked.
"There were some remote control vibrators that I liked. I can just picture you eating in a restaurant with me when I turn it on," I told her, smiling wickedly. "There were some other restraints, too, and I think I'll get a movie or two, though the ones I'm making are probably hotter."
Each of us went and collected the gear that we liked. It would be expensive, but what good hobby isn't? At the register we stacked all the items up and I gave them my credit card, but Becky removed some of the items she had selected and got out her card to pay for them.
"I can get those," I said.
"No, sir," Becky told me. She had the restraints, the gag, the blindfold and the cat-o-nine tails in her hand. "I am going to buy these, sir, and then I am going to give them to you to use on me." I smiled at her, amazed but turned on by the way her mind worked. I think that she was doing it somehow for herself, but I could not think of a better gift that she could have given me.
After we got everything all packed up, we lugged all our purchases to our next stop, Christine's store. When we walked in, I saw Christine helping a customer, and I saw another customer browsing.
When Christine saw us she excused herself to the person she was helping and rushed over. "Becky!" she cried and gave Becky a strong hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Sir," she said to me, and curtsied!
She looked at Jamie uncertainly and Becky said, "Christine, my love, this is Jamie, whom I've told you so much about."
Christine smiled at Jamie and said, "You're even lovelier than Becky described you!"
Jamie smiled at Becky and said, "Oh, I think I like this one!"
"What are you here for today?" Christine asked.
"Well, it seems that both of these lovely women have gotten rid of a large portion of their clothes, and they need to buy more," I told Christine. "I immediately thought of you! Perhaps when you are free you can help them pick out some nice things. I believe you already know what I like to see them in."
"Yes, sir!" she said, smiling.
Christine bustled over to the lady she was helping while I started browsing. I saw the lady head to the door and I overheard Christine say to the other woman in the store, "I'm sorry ma'am, but the store is closing for a private appointment now. To make it up to you, you will receive 10% off of everything you purchase on your next visit."
I watched as the lady left and Christine put out the closed sign and locked the door. She saw that I had noticed and said, "I don't want to be distracted from helping you."
"Isn't that going to cost you some money?" I asked.
"Some, perhaps, but they will probably buy more with the discount, and in any event, it is completely worth it to me!" she explained.
"So how are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm OK," she said.
"You know that you are driving Becky crazy, don't you?" I asked.
She lowered her eyes and nodded her head. "I know, and I don't mean to. I really can't explain it right now, but this is just the way it has to be."
"I don't understand, but I can accept that," I said. "I'll tell you that Becky hasn't given up on you yet, but eventually you are going to have to make a decision one way or another."
"I know sir," she answered.
While I was talking to Christine, Becky had been showing Jamie all around the store. They now approached us and Jamie told Christine, "You really have some nice stuff here!"
"Thank you," Christine responded. "You have a great figure. I've got a lot of things that would look fabulous on you. Let me pick out some things for you to try on."
"Try and find us stuff that we can get in blue for Jamie and red for me," Becky instructed Christine.
"You want the same thing for both of you?" Christine asked.
"Yup," said Jamie. "When we go out somewhere, we like being a matching set."
As Christine started moving around, I heard Becky whisper to her, "If it comes in green too, that would be even better, in case there is a third person that will be with us." Christine blushed and continued picking items out.
When she had a nice stack, she carried it to the changing rooms. She started to put the items in separate rooms when Becky said, "We might need to help each other, so one room is fine." Becky and Jamie both went into the dressing area and changed into the first outfit. They came out in black skirts and red and blue tops. I thought that they looked fine, but Becky said she wanted to try a size smaller.
Becky went to the rack and found what she was looking for. Right there in the middle of the store she pulled her top off and handed it to Christine. After she tried on the smaller size she decided that Christine had been right, so she took it off and replaced it in the rack. Then she said, "Oh, there's something nice," and went off looking at another rack, all the while topless. I watched Christine as she followed Becky with her eyes. No matter what Christine said, it was clear that she was smitten by Becky.
Jamie came out in her next outfit and saw what Becky was doing. "You shameless slut!" she yelled at Becky. "Anyone walking by can see you!"
"I know," Becky replied walking up to Jamie, "but so can you, and I don't recall you ever minding before." She grabbed Jamie and gave her a big kiss. While she kissed her, however, she also managed to undo the skirt that Jamie had tried on, without Jamie noticing.
"Anyway," she continued, "I don't see why you are complaining when you're not even wearing a skirt!" With that she pulled off Jamie's skirt. It had a zipper all the way down one side, so it was easy to slip off.
"Give me that back!" Jamie said laughing and chasing Becky around the store. She finally managed to grab her and was wrestling for a minute when I saw what her goal was. In their little tussle, Jamie had managed to clip Becky's arms behind her back. In this position, Jamie was able to pull off Becky's skirt and lead her to me.
"Sir," Jamie said, "I think that Becky has been misbehaving and she should be spanked!"
"I agree," I said looking over the lovely naked Becky. "But I do think that this is a little too open to the public. Christine, do you have a back room that we could use?"
"Yes," Christine said, in a barely audible voice.
"Sir, can you unclip me for just a minute?" Becky asked. "I promise to be good, and you can bind me again in just a minute!"
I agreed and unclipped her. She ran over to where we had put down the bags when we came in and pulled out the cat-o-nine tails. She ran back to me (have I mentioned how I love to see a naked girl running?) and dropped to her knees in front of me, head bowed, the whip in her hands presented above her head. "Please, sir, accept this as a gift from me. Please use this to punish me!"
I took the cat-o-nine tails from her hands and swung it in the air a few times. "Thank you Becky, this is a lovely gift. I will use it on you. Christine, can you please rebind Becky's hands behind her back and show us to the back?"
I could see that Christine was sweating and breathing heavily as she nodded her head and approached Becky. Becky was facing Christine as she put her hands behind her back, thrusting her breasts out at Christine. Christine walked around behind Becky and fumbled with the clip. When Becky was once again bound, Christine led the three of us to the back room.
It was an interesting procession; Christine in the front fully dressed, followed by Becky completely nude. Becky was followed by Jamie who was wearing a shirt but no skirt, and I brought up the rear, fully dressed but carrying the whip.
Christine led us to a storage area in the back and stopped in front of a long table. "Bend her over the table," I instructed Christine. Christine helped Becky lean over so that her face and breasts were pressed onto the table. She stepped back and looked at Becky. I couldn't blame her, because Becky was a sight. Her legs were spread and the table was lower than her hips, causing her ass to point up, her asshole and bald pussy exposed for everyone to see. It was quite evident that she was very turned on.
"Are you ready?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes sir! I am very ready," she responded.
I had never used this kind of whip (actually, I hadn't used any till a couple of weeks ago!), so I my first attempts were not very hard. Becky was not happy with that, as she said, "Harder, sir!" I complied and Becky was soon screeching with each blow.
When her ass was nicely marked, I stopped. Becky was panting on the table and Jamie was rubbing her hands between her legs. Christine was standing there dazed. She had not moved and she seemed wound as tight as could be.
"Christine," I said quietly, and Christine jumped in surprise. She turned to me and I said, "You don't know this, but Becky is still owed one additional punishment. The first time that I came in here with her, I had Becky take your panties. Do you recall that?" She nodded her head.
"I did that to punish you for taking advantage of her. But I later learned that it was the other way around, and she was the one that took advantage of you. I punished her for that, but since you were the one that suffered, you deserve to punish her as well."
"That is not necessary," she said.
"Yes, it is," I said. "Becky did something wrong to you, and I have to ensure that she understands the implications when she does that. Her ass is already sore, so you may give her 15 hard spanks with your hand."
"But it's really not appropriate," she said.
"It is," I told her, "and I know Becky would want you to obey me on this."
"Please, Christine," Becky said, "please do as he asks."
Christine nodded and stepped behind Becky. She began spanking, though she was not really into it. She did it fairly lightly, even though Becky kept asking for it harder. When she was done, she stepped back, breathing hard.
Becky was clearly on the verge of cumming. I said to Christine, "Becky did such a good job accepting her punishment, especially with this new toy, that I believe she deserves to cum. Since you spanked her, I will give you the option of doing her. If you are not comfortable with that, I'll let Jamie do it."
Christine looked torn, but finally said quietly, "I'll do it."
I nodded and she dropped to her knees behind Becky. She ran her tongue along Becky's slit, than dipped her tongue in as far as it would go. In no time, Becky was screaming as she came. When she was done, Christine just kept licking. I didn't feel like stopping her, so instead I moved to stand behind Jamie. I reached around to place one hand on a tit and used my other hand to play with her pussy. I inserted a couple of fingers while we both watched Christine eating Becky.
Christine finally stopped after Becky came again. I had just gotten Jamie off, so I moved forward. I helped Christine stand up, and then I lifted Becky off the desk. I unclipped her hands and told her, "I think you should thank Christine."
She went to Christine and said, "Thank you so much for disciplining me! I know it was not easy for you, and I appreciate it. And thank you so much for getting me off. It felt marvelous! I needed it so badly, and having it come from you was amazing and special!"
"You left a mess, Becky," I reminded her.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said. "Christine, I made your face a mess, and I need to clean you off." She then went forward and took Christine in her arms as she began licking Christine's face off. Becky took the opportunity to kiss Christine a few times as well. When she was done, Christine looked like she would collapse.
When Becky stepped away, I asked Christine, "Would you like anyone to help you out?"
She shook her head no and said, "That isn't necessary."
"It might not be necessary, but would you like it?" I asked.
"No, thank you," she responded.
"OK, then," I said, "I believe we were in the middle of shopping. Shall we continue?"
"Mmmmm," Jamie said, "this is going to go down as my all time favorite shopping day!"
Becky and I laughed and we all trooped out so they could try on more clothes. Christine followed us out, albeit slowly. The girls kept trying on more outfits, and they were having a blast together. Christine was behaving somewhat reserved, but the girls were able to get a few smiles out of her.
We jointly decided on the things that we were going to purchase, and I finally took them all to the register. Christine rang them up, but the total was far lower than I expected. I asked her about it, and she said she had given us a discount. I told her that wasn't necessary, and Christine answered with a smile, "Maybe not necessary, but I'd like to." That made me smile as well, so I let her give me the discount, though even with the discount it made a big hole in my bank account.
When everything was packed up we gathered up the new packages as well as the packages from the previous stores and trooped out. Christine gave each of us a kiss on the cheek as we left and said, "Please come back, soon!"
After our adventures at Christine's, we headed home. As soon as we were in the door, even before it was closed, both girls had dropped their clothes. It looks like I've gotten them quite used to being naked indoors.
The girls put their new purchases away while I made dinner. We ate and then hung around for a while. Finally Jamie said, "I think we were promised a fucking when we got home."
I was actually surprised. That was a statement I'd have expected from Becky, but coming from Jamie it shocked and pleased me. I looked at them for a minute, and then said, "You are correct. I was thinking this morning, 'I have two lovely sluts willing to do anything for me. What should I do?' So I decided we are going to have porn sex."
"Porn sex?" Becky asked.
"Yes, porn sex," I replied. "That is where we have sex in positions that look and sound really sexy, but are most likely completely unreasonable in practice, just like they do in porn movies. When we were having sex only occasionally, I didn't want to waste one on something that might not work out. Now, however, I get to have you anyway and anytime, and I am going to take complete advantage of that!"
"That's great, sir! You should," Becky said.
"So are we going to hang upside down while you swing between us?" Jamie asked.
"No, but you are remarkably close," I said. I had them get up and I started stacking pillows up on the couch. "Jamie," I instructed, "go put on the strap-on, and bring me another dildo. Make sure to lube them both up well. Oh, and put on the cuffs. Becky, lie face down on the couch with your ass hanging off."
Jamie went to the other room while Becky did as I asked. I took off my clothes and knelt down behind Becky. I licked her pussy for a minute, for which she made appreciative noises. Then I moved my tongue up to her ass and stuck my tongue in there. "Hey, your ass tastes like cherry too!" I exclaimed.
"We told you we'd switched lubes," she said. "If you don't like the taste we can find something else."
"No, that's fine," I said. "I was just surprised." I went back to rimming her until I saw that Jamie was back. I looked up at her. She was standing there, one plastic phallus jutting from her pussy and another one in her hand.
I got up and told Becky, "I hope your ass is ready, because your girlfriend is about to fuck it."
"It is ready!" she said. I went to Jamie and repositioned the strap-on higher, so that her pussy was exposed as well. I instructed her to impale Becky's ass, and she complied eagerly.
I let her fuck Becky's ass for a minute so that I could hear Becky moan. Then I went around in front and dragged Jamie down against Becky's back. I clipped the cuff on Jamie's right wrist to Becky's right cuff, and did the same to the left. They were attached, and given their position on the couch, off-balance.
I pulled Jamie's hips back, then shoved them forward, hearing Becky gasp. "Hey Becky, do you like the dildo I'm using on you? It's a sexy Jamie dildo!" I spent about five minutes fucking Becky in the ass with Jamie.
Finally I planted Jamie deep inside Becky and said, "My turn!" I spread their legs more and sank my cock into Jamie. I had good reason to call this porn sex. The position was not the most comfortable, but the mental stimulation I received thinking about how sexy it was to fuck Becky and Jamie together like this got me really revved up. I fucked in and out of Jamie, which caused her to fuck Becky's ass. We were all moaning up a storm and enjoying the ride.
After a few minutes of this, I pulled out and moved my cock down a little. I lined up with Becky's pussy, an even harder fit, and plunged in. The position that she was in made her seem even tighter than ever, and I could feel the dildo in her ass pushing against me. I plowed her for a few minutes, and then grabbed the second dildo that Jamie had brought in and slowly pushed it into Jamie's ass.
Not wanting to leave well enough alone, I took my other hand and reached between the two girls to give Jamie's nipple a really hard squeeze. This made her begin cumming, and she started jerking her ass back and forth, fucking harder into Becky and forcing the dildo I was playing with deeper into her ass. She also pulled her hands down, which consequently pulled down Becky's arms. I think that it was the feeling of being bound to Jamie that pushed Becky over the edge. I could feel her pulsing around my cock.
They were both screaming, and I was on the verge of cumming, but the position was too uncomfortable for me, so I pulled out of Becky, pulled the dildo out of Jamie's ass, and slammed my cock in. This, of course, forced the dildo even deeper into Becky's ass, which set both of them off to even higher peaks. I fucked her a half dozen times in the ass before I was cumming too.
After I came, I collapsed onto Jamie's back, which pressed Becky even harder into the couch. She was whimpering, so I asked, "Are you OK, Becky?"
"Oh, yes. Please don't move. It feels so good to be trapped underneath the two of you!" she said.
I didn't move for a while, but eventually my cock shrunk and popped out of Jamie. I ran my hands down her back and then got up. I looked at them in front of me, Becky still impaled with Jamie's dildo, their hands still bound together, and I thought, 'I am so glad I am getting this on film!'
I went around to their heads and sat down right near Becky's head. I gave Jamie a kiss, and then I pulled Becky's head up by her collar and moved myself under her head. "Clean me!" I demanded, and put her mouth onto my cock. Jamie and Becky both reached forward with their hands and started playing with my cock as Becky sucked it.
When I felt clean enough, I pulled her off of me and leaned over to kiss her. I then unclipped Jamie from Becky, but I re-clipped Becky's hands behind her back. I went behind Jamie and helped lift her off of Becky, slowly pulling the dildo out of her ass. I then helped Jamie take off everything, leaving Becky on her stomach on the couch.
I helped Jamie clean up all the toys and put them away, and then I went to retrieve Becky. I pulled Becky up and sat her on my lap. Jamie sat next to me and leaned her head on Becky's chest. "So Jamie, how was that for you?" I asked.
"It was nice," she said. "It was a little weird and uncomfortable being off balance like that, but I liked how you used me to fuck Becky, and I loved the way you made me cum."
"How about you, Becky?" I asked.
"I loved absolutely everything about it!" Becky said. "I loved the way I was under Jamie. I loved how you clipped us together; I had no control of my hands. I loved the way it felt when you were both fucking me! I loved that you left me bound on the couch! You are so good to me, sir!"
I kissed both of them, and then unclipped Becky's hands. We were all beat, so we went to bed together. Once again I fell asleep with two girls lying on top of me.
Chapter 17
Monday - Day 17
I woke up and it was still dark. My cock was rock hard, and I realized that I had just woken up from a very sexy dream. Unfortunately, I could not remember the dream. Becky was still lying on me, though Jamie had rolled off and had her back to me. I stroked my cock for a minute and started to drift back to sleep when a wicked thought crossed my mind: I had two sexy women willing to do anything for me.
I did something that I had never done before. I shook Becky and woke her from a sound sleep. "What?" she said, looking confused.
I picked her chin up so that she could look at me and I said, "Blow me."
She looked confused for a second, then she smiled and slithered down my body. I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock and her warm mouth cover the head. Given that I was already half way there from my dream, it did not take me long till I was spurting my cum into her mouth. Becky rested her head on my stomach, using her tongue to clean off my cock. I immediately started to fall back asleep, though right before I did, I heard Becky say, "Thank you for using me."
It seemed like just a few moments later that I felt Becky's mouth on my cock again, but it was already morning. I looked down at her and said, "I think you've gotten all the cum from me this morning that I am going to give you."
"No more for me?" she asked, pouting.
"Well, there is still our lazy girlfriend right there," I said, pointing to Jamie. As I watched, Becky moved over and started gently waking Jamie with her tongue. I saw Jamie slowly start to awaken, and then I heard her moan as she grabbed Becky's hair and pulled her face harder against her pussy. Shortly thereafter, Jamie locked all her muscles and squirted all over Becky's face.
Jamie slowly relaxed her body, though not her hold on Becky. Finally she released Becky as well and looked down on her. "Come up here and let me clean off your face," she told Becky.
As Becky started climbing over Jamie's body, I said, "No." They both looked at me questioningly. "I will wipe away the most soaked areas, but you are going to work with Jamie's cum all over your face. Now go fix your hair and come back here when you are ready to leave."
Becky went into the bathroom and Jamie rolled onto me. "You know she is going to smell of me all morning," she said.
I reached down and slipped my fingers along her pussy, then licked them off. "Yup," I said, "and all morning she's going to be thinking about eating you. It will turn her on a lot!"
"You are an evil, evil man," Jamie said, "and I love you completely."
Becky came back and I made sure that she was presentable, if a little perfumed, and sent her to work. Jamie and I got showered and dressed and ready to go. As we were walking out the door, I said, "Oh Jamie, you forgot one thing!"
"What's that?" she asked.
I pushed her up against the wall and grabbed the butt-plug that I had put there earlier. I lifted her skirt and inserted it into her ass. "This is so that all day at work you will be reminded that you live with me now!"
Jamie spun around and gave me a big kiss. "Every time I sit down today I am going to shove myself into my seat and imagine that it is your cock fucking my ass!" She kissed me again, and we went our separate ways to work.
I was at my desk when I got the phone call I was expecting. It was Becky, and she said, "Sir, I'm here with Rachel, and she has asked if I could go out with her tomorrow night. May I have permission to do so?"
"Let me talk to her," I said.
"Hello?" she said when Becky gave her the phone.
"So you want to go out with Becky again?" I asked.
"Yes, I do," she said.
"You had a nice time last week?" I inquired.
"Yes," she said.
"Well, Becky told me about some of your conversations. It sounded like you had a VERY nice time," I said.
"Oh," she said, embarrassed.
"It seems to me that you are getting your jollies listening to Becky share our dirty little secrets," I said. "And I know that Becky is getting her jollies telling you. So my question to you is: what's in this for me?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"What do I get if I give Becky permission to go? How do I get my jollies?" I asked.
"I'm married!" she said, clearly misinterpreting what I was getting at.
"I know that," I said. "And you are probably worrying that I want something physical from you. Well, I do. If you want to go out with Becky tomorrow night, there are two things that you will have to do for me.
"First, tomorrow morning, right before you go to work, you are to give your husband a blowjob and take his cum into your mouth. At that point you will have two choices. You can spit his cum into a cup, or you can leave it in your mouth. Either way, you will bring the cum to work with you and show Becky. Then one of you, again your choice, will swallow his cum. Will you do that for me?"
"I don't know if I can do that!" Becky exclaimed, breathing a little hard.
"It is non-negotiable," I said. "Becky will be instructed that if you do not show her your husband's cum, she may not go out with you tomorrow night. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said.
"The second thing that you must do also involves Becky. Do you see the bracelets that she is wearing?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"They have a secret," I said. "There is a clip built into them. Have Becky show it to you. Then I want you to clip her hands together, and leave her to her work for an hour. After an hour, you can come back and unclip her. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said.
"If you do not follow my instructions, Becky will not be sharing our adventures with you. And I should tell you that her adventures this weekend were quite entertaining. When I am finished talking to Becky you can tell her what my instructions are, and you can bind her. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said.
"Then let me talk to Becky," I told her.
She handed the phone to Becky who said, "What did you say to her? She looks like she's been struck dumb!"
"I gave her some instructions," I told Becky.
"What instructions?" she asked.
"Ask her to tell you," I said. "If she follows them, you have permission to go out with her tomorrow night."
"Can Jamie come with us?" she asked.
"If Rachel has followed the instructions," I said.
"Will you be home at your normal time tonight, sir?" she asked.
"I should be," I told her.
"OK, I'll see you then," she said. "I love you."
I told her that I loved her as well, then hung up the phone and tried to get back to work.
I got home from work and went in to find my girls. However after going through the apartment, I discovered that they were not there. There was no note or anything. I had told Becky when I would be home, so I was surprised she wasn't there. I had just dialed her cell phone when there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door, and there was little Becky. She had her hair in two ponytails and was wearing the white shirt buttoned over her breasts and her short schoolgirl skirt. I noticed that she was not wearing her collar or cuffs. "Hi, sir," she said. "Do you have some time to spend with me?"
"For you, little Becky, I'll always make time," I told her.
She skipped into the apartment and stood in front of the couch, her hands behind her back, shuffling her feet nervously. "You seem pretty nervous," I said. "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "I did something bad and I think you will punish me for it."
"What did you do wrong?" I asked.
"I know you told me not to tell anyone about what we did, but I told someone. I'm sorry, sir!" she said.
"You know I could get in a lot of trouble teaching a girl as young as you," I said. "Who did you tell?"
"Let me explain, sir," Becky started. "Jamie was bragging to me again about the things that she had done, and I told her, 'You think I'm a baby, but I know more stuff than you do!' She said that wasn't true, and I said, 'I'll bet I'm even a better kisser than you!'
"She wouldn't believe me, and she said I couldn't prove it. I said that I would, and she asked how. I didn't know, so she said I should kiss her and pretend it was a boy. I didn't want her to show me up, so I did it. I kissed her like you taught me, sir, and I showed her! She thought she was so good but she knew that I was better!
"She asked me how I knew how to kiss so well, but I wouldn't tell her. She said I had probably just kissed other girls, so it didn't count. I said that I didn't, but she said I couldn't know about men as much as she could. I said, 'I know all about men, and not boys! You think just because you jerked off a boy you're so hot?'
"She said, 'At least I jerked off a boy! I bet you never did!' and I told her, 'Yeah, I bet you never sucked off a man!' She looked at me for a minute and then said, 'I don't believe you! You never did!' I said, 'Yes I did, and a lot more, so don't you call me a baby, you baby!'
"Well, we yelled at each other for a while, and she said I was a big, fat liar, and I said I wasn't, she was just a baby. She said, 'Prove it!' and I told her, 'I can't, because you have a big fat mouth and you will tell everybody and get me into trouble.' She said that she wouldn't, but I didn't believe her.
"She said that she would tell everyone that I was making things up if I didn't prove it, and I asked her how I could prove it. She said she would have to see for herself, but I told her there was no way that I would get you into trouble. So she asked what she could do so that I would believe that she wouldn't tell anybody.
"I told her that the only way I knew that she wouldn't tell was if I had something on her that I knew she would never want anyone to see, so that if she told on me, I would show everyone. She agreed, but said that she wanted the same from me.
"We also made a bet, because she thought I was a lying baby. If I could prove that I was telling the truth, she would be my slave for a week, and if I couldn't, I would be her slave. So we took pictures of each other playing with her dildo, and she has the pictures of me and I have the pictures of her.
"If she comes here and sees what we are doing, then she gives me back my pictures and I keep hers till the end of the week so I can be sure she will do what I say, and if she doesn't come in, then I give her back hers and I become her slave. Here, look at the pictures!"
Becky reached into her little purse and pulled out a half dozen pictures of Jamie lying on the bed naked and fucking herself with a dildo. After I looked through all the pictures, I looked back up at Becky.
"Sir, I know that I did the wrong thing. I shouldn't have told her about you even though she teased me. So if you don't want her to find out, then I will go out and tell her I was lying and I will be her slave for a week. But if you let me bring her in here and show her us together, sir, then she will be my slave, and I will make her do anything you want! You can have another virgin, sir!"
"Do you really think that she won't say anything if I fuck her?" I asked.
"Yes," Becky said. "She is so worried about what people think that she would never want these pictures to get out! And I can take more pictures of her when she is a slave so that she will never tell!"
"When can you bring her over?" I asked.
"She is right outside, sir! Should I go get her?" she asked.
"Oh, you conniving little girl! Yes, go get her," I told Becky.
Becky went to the door and flung it open, and there was Jamie, wearing the same uniform that Becky had on. How had Becky even known where I got her uniform?
"Come in, Jamie!" Becky said in a gloating tone of voice.
Jamie walked in and asked, "Is this the guy?"
"Yup," responded Becky.
"I understand there was a wager made, but before we get to that, I need to deal with one thing," I told them. "Becky, I asked you not to tell anyone about us, correct?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
"But you told someone, right?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said again.
"Then you need to be punished. Please lay down across my lap." I sat down and motioned her over. She draped herself across my lap and I picked her skirt up and tucked it into her waistband. I pushed her white panties down until they were at mid-thigh. Then, without further ado, I gave her 10 hard, fast spanks on the ass.
When I was finished, I said, "Becky, please go stand in the corner while I speak with Jamie."
"Yes, sir," she said, and waddled over to the corner with her panties still around her thighs. Her ass was turning a bright red and you could see my handprints.
I turned to Jamie who was standing there looking nervous. "I understand that you used to be Becky's best friend," I said.
"Uh, huh," she said.
"But you've been teasing her lately, right?" I asked.
"Well, I've got a boyfriend, and she always wants to hang out, and she's sometimes such a baby!" she said.
"So you think you are so mature and she is a baby? What makes you so mature?" I asked.
"I've played with boys' thingies!" she said.
"And Becky is a baby? Let's see. Becky, take off your panties and come here. Why don't we show Jamie some of the things that we've done and see if Jamie has done them as well?" She came over and pulled my pants down. Jamie gasped convincingly when my cock popped out.
Becky started stroking my cock and I asked Jamie, "Have you done this with boys?"
"Yes!" she said defiantly.
"Becky, are you playing with my thingy?" I asked.
"No, I'm jerking off your cock," Becky said, demonstrating her use of language. Then she dipped her head down and took my cock in her mouth.
I moaned and asked Jamie, "Do you agree that Becky wins your bet?" Jamie nodded her head.
"That means that you will be Becky's slave for a week. Do you agree to that?" I asked. She nodded her head again.
"Give me the pictures you have of Becky," I said. She gave me the pictures and I saw Becky in the same position as Jamie had been in her pictures.
While I was talking with Jamie, Becky had continued sucking my cock. I pulled her off and asked, "Now you have a slave, what are you going to do with her?"
Becky sat up and said, "Jamie, you've been mean to you, but I still like you. So because you were mean you have to take all your clothes off and let him spank you as a punishment, but since you are still my friend, I will let him make you feel as good as he makes me feel, OK?"
Jamie nodded her head and Becky said, "Take off your shirt." She unbuttoned her shirt, and she was wearing a plain white bra.
"Do you see sir," Becky asked me. "She is wearing a bra!"
"I have boobies!" Jamie said, "Why shouldn't I wear a bra?"
"Because men like women who don't wear bras!" Becky said scornfully. "Look, I'm not wearing one!" she said as she took off her shirt, leaving her in just her small skirt. "Now take off your bra!"
Jamie did so and Becky continued, "Now take off your skirt!" Jamie dropped it and put her hands in front of her panties. "Drop them!" Becky said, and Jamie pushed down her panties.
"See, sir, she has hair on her pussy!" Becky said. "She's not bald like I am!" So this was why Becky didn't let Jamie shave!
"That just means I am mature!" Jamie complained.
"He says he never lets any of his girlfriends keep hair on their pussy, because if you are really grown up you keep it bald for your man, so you are still just a little girl," Becky explained to her. "Now you need to get your spanking!"
Jamie came over and positioned herself over my lap. My cock was still sticking out of my pants, so I felt the skin of her stomach rubbing against it. I proceeded to spank Jamie ten times, though not as hard as I had done for Becky.
When I was done, Jamie stood up and waited for the next instruction while she rubbed her ass with her hands. "I'm going to take her to the bathroom to clean her up," Becky informed me, and they both went off to the bathroom. I tucked myself back in and waited for them. About ten minutes later they returned, and as they walked in the room I realized that Jamie's pussy was now as smooth as Becky's.
"I helped her shave so that it would please you," Becky said. "Now I want to show her what else we do! Jamie, you sit there in front of the couch."
Jamie sat down where she had been told while Becky went and got something out of her bag. She came up to me and showed me some condoms. "Look, now we can fuck and I won't get pregnant!" She pulled my clothes off, and then rolled a condom down my cock. When my dick was covered, she straddled me, facing Jamie.
"Look what else we do," she said as she positioned my cock just under her pussy. With excruciating slowness she dropped onto my cock. "See what grown ups do?" she asked as she bounced up and down. Soon she started gasping louder and breathing more heavily, and then she screamed as she came. She collapsed back onto me and stopped moving as she got her breath back. Then she pulled off of my cock.
"Did you see what I did?" she asked Jamie. "And look, he's still hard! Do you want him to do you now?"
"Yes, please," Jamie said.
"OK," Becky responded, "I think since you acted like such a bitch to me, you should lose your virginity like a bitch. Up on your hands and knees, Jamie!"
Jamie got into position and Becky dragged me behind her. She said to Jamie, "When he took my virginity I didn't have a condom, so he could have knocked me up! Could you imagine if that happened to you?" Just before placing me into Jamie's cunt, Becky pulled the condom off of me.
"Imagine if he started fucking you without a rubber," she said as she pushed me into Jamie. I started moving my hips back and forth as Becky went to the side of Jamie and started running her hands over Jamie's body.
"He would fuck you just like this and then he would cum in you," Becky said. "He would fill you with his sperm, just like we learned. Then one of the sperms would hit an egg, if it was the right time of the month. Is it the right time of the month for you?"
"Yes!" moaned Jamie.
"Then imagine what it would be like in school," Becky continued. "Soon, this sexy skinny stomach would grow bigger. And these boobs," she said, pulling hard on Jamie's nipples, "they would get bigger too. And then everyone would know you were a woman. They would know you were a slut that got herself knocked up, and they would all tease you. They would say, 'There goes easy Jamie, who spread for everyone and let herself get knocked up!' How would that make you feel?"
"Oh, it would be so bad!" Jamie cried.
"And any boy that took you out on a date would expect you to spread for him too," Becky went on. "And you'd do it, wouldn't you? You'd put out for everyone, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes!" Jamie screamed. "I'd be the school whore!" And Jamie came hard. Then without even slowing down, she came again.
Becky leaned in close to Jamie's ear, kneading her breasts. "I'll tell you a secret Jamie. Because you were so mean to me, I decided to give you another punishment. Before he started fucking you, I took off the condom. That's right, he's not wearing a rubber, and if he cums, he's going to knock you up. But I bet if you ask nicely, he would stop fucking you so that he doesn't make you pregnant.
"So you have to decide, Jamie. Will you let him keep fucking you and cum in your fertile pussy, or will you ask him to stop. All you have to do to get him to stop is to say the word. Say 'Stop.' If you don't, you'll be a 15-year old pregnant slut. Every kid in school will treat you like a slag and you'll have to put out for all the boys. So what's it going to be? You'd better decide soon, because he is getting close!"
Jamie was huffing and puffing, and as Becky whispered into her ear, she started pushing back onto me harder and faster. When Becky finished her little speech, Jamie screamed, "I can't stop. I can't! It feels too good! He's going to knock me up and I'll be the school whore! I can't help it!"
With that, she started cumming harder than ever, and I started to shoot into her pussy. Jamie gave a final scream and collapsed, pulling my cock out of her. I shot one final spurt onto her ass, and I dropped my ass to rest on my heels.
Becky quickly leaned over and slurped my cock into her mouth to clean it off. She then bent over to lick the cum off of Jamie's back. "Ohhhh, I'm done for," Jamie said. "I can't play this game anymore. Please, sir, carry me to bed!"
Becky winked at me as I picked up Jamie and carried her into the other room. I put her into the middle of the bed and I rested on her right side, while Becky rested on her left. "Did you like our little fantasy, sir?" Becky asked.
"Very much," I told her. "Whose idea was it?"
"Well I got Jamie the uniform and got her to go along with the bet idea," Becky said. "The getting pregnant and becoming a slut idea was entirely hers, though."
"Mmmmm, some deep seated fantasy of yours?" I asked Jamie.
"Maybe a little. It was fun to play it out," she said tiredly.
We stayed in bed for a while, and Jamie nodded off to sleep. Becky and I then went to the kitchen to make dinner. When we were done, I told Becky, "Go wake up that lazy slut. Does she think that just because she had a mind-blowing orgasm she can sleep through dinner?"
Becky went to get Jamie and we all sat around and ate dinner naked. I asked them how their days had been. Jamie's was fairly normal, but Becky had a lot to say about Rachel.
"After you hung up," Becky told me, "Rachel just stood there for a minute. Finally I told her not to keep me in suspense; she had to tell me what you had told her. She was surprised that you hadn't told me what to expect. She said that you told her she had to suck off her husband tomorrow morning!"
"That's not all I told her," I said.
"I know," Becky said. "She said she could keep his cum in her mouth or spit it in a cup, but that she had to show it to me at work!"
"Is that all she told you she had to do?" I asked.
"No," Becky replied. "She said that when she got to work, one of us would have to drink it! Sir, you are going to make me drink another man's cum?"
"Yes, I am, if indirectly," I told her. "I think that it will turn Rachel on immensely, and that it will turn you on as well."
"Well, it would be better warm," Becky said with a grin.
"It might still be," I said.
"I told Rachel that if she was going to do it, she should do it right, and hold it in her mouth and let me drink it," Becky said. "She got all embarrassed and said, 'We'll see, ' and then left my office."
"You are a wicked, wicked man, sir," Jamie said.
"I try," I told her with a smile. Then turning back to Becky I asked, "She left your office after that?"
"Yes, sir," Becky told me, "but in about five minutes she came back and said, 'I forgot the second instruction he gave me.' Sir, Jamie is right. You are a wicked man!"
"But did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"I loved it!" Becky yelled. "I almost came. Of course, I could barely do my work!"
"What did she do?" Jamie asked.
"She clipped my cuffs together!" Becky told her. "He made her bind me right in the middle of the day, in my office! She left me like that for over an hour! I even had people come into my office, and I had to keep my hands hidden. It was so embarrassing and I felt so helpless. Thank you, sir!"
"You're welcome," I said. "What do you think she will do? Any of it?"
"I think so," Becky told me. "She really got off on hearing all the things that you make me do, and it appears that you gave her a little tease about this past weekend. I think that if you had asked her to bring her husband into work and fuck him on my desk in front of me, she would do that!"
"Mmmmm," I said.
"Don't even think about it, sir!" Becky said in mock despair. "By the way, Jamie, you have permission to come with us as well. Assuming Rachel does what she was instructed, do you want to come out with us tomorrow?"
"Sure," Jamie said. "It should be fun. Does she know about us yet?"
"She doesn't know that you've joined us," Becky told her. "It should be an interesting night."
We cleaned up the table and hung around the living room watching TV for a while. Jamie said that she was beat and she went to bed. About a half hour later, Becky and I went in. As I looked at Jamie asleep in my bed and at Becky, walking naked out of the bathroom, I again reflected on what had happened to me.
I grabbed Becky and put her down on the bed. I kissed up her body and I slowly entered her. I slowly made love to her for a very long time. As I was getting close, I flipped over so that she was on top. I held onto her beautiful butt and then dipped a finger into her ass. She ground her hips in a circle until she came, and I shot into her as well. We kissed, and we fell asleep with Becky still lying on me, my cock in her pussy.
Chapter 18
Tuesday - Day 18
I woke up on Tuesday with two tongues working on my cock. It is a very nice way to wake up. They licked up the sides and took turns sucking the top. As I started to cum, the mouth on the head of my cock pulled off and a hand jerked me off. When I finally opened my eyes I saw that the hand was Becky's, and that Jamie's face was covered in my cum. Becky was licking up the cum that had dripped off of Jamie's face and onto me.
When she was done cleaning me off, Becky came up to me and kissed me good bye. "Have a nice day," she said. I'll see you very late tonight, and she left.
Jamie, meanwhile, had flopped down on her back and was running her fingers through the cum that I had deposited on her face and chest. I swung around and grabbed her clit in my teeth. Jamie started scooping my cum into her mouth as I bit and sucked on her clit until she came, squirting her cum onto my face.
I moved up her body and rubbed my face on her stomach to transfer her juices back to her. I kissed her lips and said, "You are a dirty, smelly girl. Maybe I should send you to work without a shower."
She looked shocked for a minute, then her expression softened and she said, "If that is what you choose for me, sir, I would be happy to comply."
I kissed her again and said, "Maybe another day. Let's go shower and you can wash me." She did an excellent job, leaving me half hard again. We got ready and went to our respective places of work.
I had just gotten to work when I got a phone call. "I'll be going out tonight, sir," Becky told me, and I could hear the smile on her face.
"Describe what happened," I instructed her.
"I was at my desk, sir," Becky started, "when I saw Rachel come in. She moved quickly through the outer office and stormed into mine. She came right up to me, sir, grabbed my head, and gave me a French kiss!
"She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and besides her tongue she pushed a bunch of cum into my mouth! Joan must have followed her into my office, because we heard her say, 'Is this the new good morning greeting in the office?' Rachel kept kissing me, but now she was grabbing cum back, and she pulled away from me, went to Joan, and kissed her the same way.
"Joan looked very surprised, but started kissing her back! I swallowed what was in my mouth, and in a minute Rachel broke the kiss and swallowed what she had left. She asked Joan, 'Did you like the taste of my husband's cum?'
"Joan looked very surprised and asked, 'Is that what that taste was?' Rachel explained to Joan what she had done and why, and then invited Joan along with us. So, the three of us and Jamie will be going out together tonight. I assumed that you would agree that Rachel followed her instructions appropriately. Was I correct?"
"It certainly seems that way. Did you enjoy the cum?" I asked.
"I like yours better, sir, though I must admit I did enjoy the delivery system," Becky said. She paused for a moment and then said, "On second thought, I like your delivery system better as well."
"I'm glad of that," I said with a laugh. "Did she mention how her husband reacted?"
"She did, sir," Becky told me. "It seems that her husband has been getting a lot more sex than he used to, and he is quite happy about it. They both were leaving for work at the same time this morning, and just before they left she pushed him up against the wall and blew him.
"Right before he came she took her mouth off of his cock and told him, 'I'm going to keep your cum in my mouth until I get to work, so that I can enjoy your taste longer.' She said that he came so hard when she told him that. She said she showed him his cum in her mouth, kissed him on the cheek, and came in to the office. Sir, you are making her husband one very happy man!"
"I'm changing the world one woman at a time," I said.
She laughed and we said goodbye and went back to work. I was surprised when I got another call from her a few hours later.
"Sir," she said nervously, "I just got a call from Jill."
"What did she want?" I asked.
"She invited herself over to dinner for tomorrow night. What should I do sir?" she asked.
"She doesn't know about Jamie, does she?" I asked.
"Not yet, sir," she replied.
"I heard you and Jamie talking about this the other morning," I told Becky. "I like your idea, except I want all of us to eat together. First call Jamie and make sure she is comfortable coming out to Jill like this. If she is, then call Jill back and tell her that you spoke with me and I said that it is OK for you to have her over for dinner. That will get a burr under her saddle right from the start! We'll talk more about it tonight or tomorrow morning."
"OK, sir," she said. "Thank you for making these decisions for me."
"I love you, Becky." I told her. Then I went back to work.
When I got home that night, the apartment was empty. I thought about Becky and Jamie and Rachel and Joan, and I sort of wished I could be a fly on the wall for that conversation. Since Joan was with the group, I wondered what, if anything, Becky had cooked up for me tonight.
I was cleaning the place up a little bit when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I stood there in shock. There in the hallway was Veronica, wearing high heels and a long jacket. When I got over the shock I said, "Veronica?"
She didn't say anything, but instead handed me a letter that she had been holding in her hand. "Come in," I said, and led her into the apartment. I had her stand there as I opened the letter and read it.
Sir,
I've had a few long talks with Veronica, and I think I understand some of the feelings that she has been having. I have not discussed the contents of this letter with her; however we have reached an agreement. She will not ask for anything tonight; in fact, she will not speak at all. What she will do is absolutely anything that you tell her to do.
Veronica is yours for the evening. Please use her hard, in whatever way you would like. There are a few specific things that I would like you to do.
· Please call her Ronnie, not Veronica. I don't think you realize how wet she gets when she hears you call her that.
· At some point in the evening, please fuck her magnificent titties. When you cum, make sure that you spray her tits and neck.
· Please satisfy her as well as you satisfy me. I want her to understand what it is like to be thoroughly pleasured.
Finally, when you are done with her, there is a ribbon, some bows and a letter on the dresser in the bedroom. Do not let her clean up before you send her away. Please put the ribbon around her neck, put a bow on each tit, and give her the letter. Instruct her to put her jacket back on, take the letter to Nelly's apartment and present the letter to Nelly. Their relationship is about to change in a way I think that they will both enjoy.
Please enjoy her sir. I love you.
Becky
When I was finished reading the letter, I thought that Becky was playing games again. I looked up at her, and she dropped the jacket onto the floor. She was completely naked underneath. Her huge breasts looked magnificent nude. Her pussy was shaved completely bare. When I spanked her the other day she had hair on her pussy, so this was clearly a new development. She stood in front of me, posing, with her eyes directed to the floor. I realized that she had not said a single word.
"Ronnie," I said, "I know you have some sort of arrangement with Becky, but before we go on I have to know; are you doing this completely of your own free will?" She seemed to hesitate a minute, but then she nodded her head yes.
With that out of the way, I walked around her. I admired her body, which was very tight and yet at the same time, very lush. She had remarkable curves. I stood in front of her and removed my clothes. I enjoyed her expression when I removed my underwear and my bald cock popped out.
"Suck me Ronnie," I said, and she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. While I knew that she had been with women before, she had clearly learned how to suck a cock somewhere; she was very good at it.
I remembered what Becky had written about treating her roughly, so I pulled her off my cock by her hair, and dragged her to the couch. I threw her onto the couch and spread her legs. I then ran my tongue all around her cunt, which was extremely wet. She had a muskier taste than any woman I had ever been with.
After enjoying the taste for a while, and bringing her off in the process, I moved up so that my cock was positioned at the opening of her pussy. I pulled her head up so that she looked into my eyes. I asked her, "Would you have been better off submitting to me and controlling Becky, or submitting to Becky?" She looked at me with shocked eyes as I slammed my cock into her.
I was not gentle. I rutted into her, using her pussy to give me pleasure. It was truly bizarre, because just as when I spanked her, she made absolutely no sound when she came. I could tell that she came a number of times while I was fucking her, but she never whimpered or moaned; the only sounds that came from here were gasps, grunts and breathing.
When I was ready to cum I pulled out and dragged Veronica to the floor. I jerked my cock till I was splashing her face with my cum. I rubbed my dick on her face, smearing the cum into her, and then I forced my cock into her mouth. I made her clean me off, and then pulled her back onto the couch.
I looked down on her, and I liked what I saw. She made no effort to clean her face; it remained covered with cum. Her chest was heaving and her pussy was dripping. I took the opportunity to examine her chest.
Veronica's breasts were the largest that I had ever had the chance to play with. I explored them, holding them in my hands, slapping them, pulling on her nipples. Finally I buried my face in them and started sucking and chewing on her nipples. I sank two fingers into her pussy and in a matter of minutes I could feel her cumming again.
I pulled Veronica back to the floor and I straddled her face. I shoved my cock into her mouth and grabbed her tits hard. I fucked her mouth until she had gotten me completely hard again. Then I rolled her over onto her hands and knees and slammed my cock into her cunt again. I reached around her and used her tits like reins, pulling her onto me and then pushing her off.
As I was getting closer, I pulled out of her and said, "Stay just like that!" I got up and went to the bedroom for some lubricant. While I was there I saw the crop and decided her ass looked too good not to use it. I grabbed it and walked back to the living room. I saw her sexy ass pointing up to the ceiling and in two quick swings of the crop I put one mark on each of her ass cheeks. That finally got a sound out of her, two little shrieks.
I dropped the crop and pulled her to her knees. I rubbed some of the lubricant between her tits and said, "Squeeze them together." She wrapped her tits around my cock and started moving up and down while I fucked into her cleavage. The sensations were too much for me and I started spurting again, spraying her tits and neck with cum, just as Becky had requested.
I staggered back to the couch and sat down. I looked at Veronica as I gathered my strength back. "Stand up," I told her, so that I could look at her whole body. Her thighs were streaked with her moisture and there was cum on her face, in her hair and all over her tits. When I had her turn around, I could see the marks the crop had left on her ass.
I got up and went to get my digital camera. "Pose for me Ronnie," I said. "I am going to take a picture of you and make it the background image for my computer, unless you ask me not to." She dipped her head and blushed, but did not say anything. I brought my camera up and took some pictures. When I was done with the pictures I went into the bedroom and got the items that Becky had left for me.
I slipped the ribbon over her neck as Veronica looked at me questioningly. I then peeled off the backing from one bow and stuck it on one of her nipples, and then did the same for the other. I got her jacket and helped her slip it back on. I handed her the envelope and said, "Ronnie, Becky asked me to tell you that you are required to go and present yourself directly to Nelly at her apartment. Do you understand?"
Veronica looked at me in shock. She shook her head and looked like she would not obey. I asked, "Are you going to do as you were instructed?" She didn't respond for a moment, and then she nodded her head.
"Good girl," I said, as I kissed her on her forehead. "Have fun tonight." I opened the door for her and off she went.
I went to the kitchen, chugged down a glass of OJ and stumbled to my bed. Veronica had worn me out, so I collapsed into sleep.
The next thing I knew I felt a tongue on my cock. "Mmmmm," I heard Becky say. "Strange pussy juices on his cock. He must have had fun."
"Did you have fun, sir?" Jamie asked, kissing my cheek and mouth.
"I did," I replied, waking up. "Did you girls have fun?"
"Tons!" said Becky.
"Tell me about it," I said.
"Well, it was a lot of talking about guys and sex and things like that. Your name might have come up now and again," Becky said archly.
"Did you tell Rachel about your weekend?" I asked. "And how did you introduce Jamie?"
"It was so much fun yanking their chains!" Becky giggled. "When they found out that Jamie had joined us, and that each of us did not concentrate exclusively on you in the bedroom they were shocked!
"Rachel said, 'Oh my god! What must you have thought when I kissed you!' and I teased her and said, 'It took all my energy not to jump your bones!'
"Joan laughed and told Rachel to stop freaking out, that I was only kidding. When she realized I wasn't going to rape her, she calmed down. We told her about the things that we did together, and I could tell that both she and Joan were getting really hot.
"One thing that surprised Joan was that we don't wear any underwear. So I grabbed her and Rachel and pulled them into the bathroom. Then I told them that from now on, girls' night out was officially an underwear-free zone. They looked at me like I was crazy, but I just said, 'Off with them!'
"I think you've been softening up Rachel, because she just shrugged and pulled them off, and then Joan followed suit. They tried putting the panties in their bags, but I didn't let them." Becky ran out of the room and came back with two pairs of panties in her hand.
"I explained to them how you were collecting panties, and I insisted that they add to the collection," she said.
"Wait a minute," I protested. "I think that you are the one doing the collecting!"
"Yes, sir, but it's for your benefit!" Becky explained. "Think of me as your agent."
"Agent or procurer?" I asked.
"Can I help it if I like to be sure that my master is sexually satisfied?" she asked, grinning.
"Is there going to be a different woman every week?" I asked.
"Sir, I'd never want to be accused of being predictable," Becky said. "Let's just say that I will make sure you are surprised and happy all the time."
"You know it's not fair, sir," Jamie said.
"What's not fair?" I asked.
"Rachel had to do something so that she could come out with us, but Joan didn't have any tasks. That doesn't seem fair," she said.
"Well, she did service me last week," I reminded her.
"Oh, yeah," Jamie said. "Well don't forget her next week."
"Mmmmm, I don't know her that well," I said. "Maybe you and Becky could figure out something that I could have her do." I thought about that for a second and then added, "Poor girl."
"Well I'm glad that you had a fun night." I told them.
"We did, sir," Becky said, "but now we're horny, and it looks like Veronica has used you all up!"
"Well, my cock might not be able to satisfy you right now, but I can still satisfy you in other ways. Jamie, get onto Becky and start making out with her." She climbed onto Becky and they started kissing. Jamie fondled Becky's breasts while Becky grabbed and squeezed Jamie's ass. I went over to our now much larger box of toys and pulled out one of Jamie's purchases, the double headed dildo. While they played with each other I examined it carefully and decided the best way to use it.
I took the toy and moved between their legs. When I was comfortable, I started doling out kisses and licks to all their lovely parts. I loved how I could mix their tastes into my mouth, and I even enjoyed the cherry flavor from the lube in their asses.
When the girls were starting to get really worked up I started feeding one end of the dildo into Becky's cunt. Becky groaned and Jamie asked, "What is he doing to you?" Before Becky could answer I had taken the other end, bent it over and started pushing it into Jamie. That set her to moaning as well.
I grabbed the center of the dildo with my fist and started pushing it in and out. Every time it went in I was grinding my knuckles on both of the girls' clits. They both were quickly reaching their peak, so I took Becky's hand and forced one of her fingers into Jamie's ass. This set Jamie off, followed quickly by Becky as I introduced two of my fingers into her ass.
After they had cum I pulled the dildo out of them and pushed Jamie off of Becky. I squirmed between them and kissed both of them. "Have fun?" I asked, and they both groaned. "The things I have to do so that I can get back to sleep!" I said, after which I was pummeled by my sexy women. Then they cuddled up on my chest and we all went to sleep.
Chapter 19
Wednesday - Day 19
I woke up on Wednesday morning while Becky was still getting dressed. She finished up and came in to give me my morning blowjob. "Not this morning love," I said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"I'm worn out," I said. "I think you took a large life insurance policy out for me and now you are trying to fuck me to death."
"Very funny," she said. "As long as you are up anyway, can we talk about dinner tonight?"
"Oh, that's right," I said. "Jill is coming for dinner, isn't she? Do you have a plan of action?"
"Let's get Jamie up so she can tell us what she thinks," Becky said. I agreed, so I rolled over and started nibbling one of her nipples. Becky walked around the bed and started on her other nipple, until Jamie finally woke up.
"Mmmmm," she said, "another lovely way to wake up."
"It's good you're up, you lazy slut," Becky said. "We need to plan dinner."
"I can have you for dinner," Jamie said sleepily.
"No, Jill is coming for dinner," Becky said in exasperation.
"Oh, yeah," Jamie said. "So what are we going to do?"
"Well, you know there is a good chance that she is going to blow a gasket when she finds out you've been seduced into our evil cult," Becky said.
"I think you are going overboard just a little bit," Jamie said. "Anyway, I thought that it was you who said she probably would not freak out."
"Well, she probably won't, but she might!" Becky said. "How do we handle it if she does?"
I broke in at this point and said, "Look girls, I know you like Jill a lot and respect her opinion. So do I. But you have to decide if her opinion means more to you than yours do. You already know what your opinion is; otherwise you would not be here in bed with me. We are all grownups here, and if Jill cannot accept that this is how we choose to live, than she will not be welcome here.
"What you do have to figure out is how you will spring this on her. Do you want to have a normal family dinner, or do you want to show her how we truly live?"
The girls looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and said together, "How we truly live!"
"OK, then," I said. "Becky, you get home first. When you get home, clean up this place, set the table and get it ready. Jamie, order takeout food today and pick it up on the way home. You both have maid outfits; I want you both in them. Jamie, it will be you answering the door when Jill comes over. We will all be eating together at the table, but you two will be properly subservient to both Jill and me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" they said together.
"Becky, you're going to be late for work if you don't leave now," I said. "Give me a kiss and go. And Jamie, get your ass up and make me a shower!"
"Yes, sir!" Jamie said as Becky gave me a kiss.
Work was interesting but uneventful. When I got home, I knocked on the door, rather than using my keys. Jamie opened the door and said, "Welcome home, sir. How was your day?"
Before entering the apartment I took a good look at Jamie. The maid outfit was not what you would expect to see on a maid who was working for a living. The top was very low cut, so that you could see half of her nipples. She wore black stay up stockings that ended before her skirt started. The skirt itself barely covered her pussy, and of course there were no panties.
I moved in and kissed her deeply, running my hands up to squeeze her ass. "Sir," she said, fondling the front of my pants, "is there any way that I can serve you?"
I laughed and spanked her ass lightly. "I need to get ready, you horny slut!" I moved into the apartment and saw Becky preparing the dinner that Jamie had brought home.
"Is everything ready?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky answered.
"Are you nervous, tiger?" I asked.
"Not really, sir," Becky said. "I've already had a conversation with Jill, but I think that Jamie is a little nervous."
I turned to Jamie and said, "Nervous, princess?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. "What should I say when I answer the door?"
"Say 'Won't you please come in ma'am?'" I told her.
She smiled at me and said, "You make it sound so easy!"
"It is easy, as long you remember that you are not on trial," I told her. "We invited Jill over for dinner, and she is here as our guest. No more, no less."
I went to change while the girls finished up preparing for dinner. When they were done, we all sat in the living room waiting for Jill to arrive. I held both of them and slid a hand into each of their tops, toying with their nipples.
"Sir, I can't think if you do that," Becky said.
"Then I am doing it right," I replied. Just then the doorbell rang.
"Becky, go get some wine and bring it here," I said. "Jamie, go answer the door."
I watched as Jamie went to the door. She opened it and said, "Won't you please come in, ma'am?"
Jill was at the door and said in a very surprised voice, "Jamie?"
"Yes, ma'am," she said. "Please come in."
Jill saw me on the couch and stormed in. "What is going on here?" she asked.
I got up and said, "And hello to you too, Jill. How are you tonight?"
"No pleasantries," she said. "I want to know what is going on!"
"If you want to know what is going on," I said, "than you will be more polite, and you will treat me and Jamie and Becky with respect. If you cannot do that, then you can leave."
Jill sputtered for a moment and then said, "You're right. You surprised me." She reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. How about you?" I asked.
"I was OK till I walked in," she said. "I guess I'm OK now as well, but as Ricky Ricardo says, 'You got a lot of splainin' to do!'"
"Fine," I said. "After we have a drink we will sit down to dinner and you can ask all the questions that you'd like. Who knows, we may even answer them!"
Becky came in with the wine and she and Jamie poured and served us, taking glasses for themselves. "It's nice to have you here," Becky said to Jill.
"So how are things going with you?" I asked Jill.
She looked at me like I had horns growing out of my head. She said, "OK, you didn't want to talk about it right when I arrived; I can understand that. But I am not going to sit here and make small talk with this huge elephant in the room!"
"Hey," Jamie exclaimed, "who are you calling an elephant? And I am not huge!"
"Very funny," Jill said as Becky cracked up. "You know very well what I mean. Becky told me about what was going on between the two of them, but what is going on with you, Jamie?"
"I guess we need to talk about it now," Jamie sighed. She sat down on the chair across from Jill and Becky sat next to me. "You know about Becky," Jamie said. "Well, I thought that she was crazy first, too. But I started talking to her, and I started hanging around with both of them. It was fun, and I got to see what Becky was doing. And you know what? She was having fun!
"That surprised me. I thought she was doing it just for him. I really did. I thought that he dumped her and she didn't want to be dumped, so she put on this little slave girl act so that he'd keep seeing her. But I realized that was not the case. She was really, really getting into it, and really getting off on it. And as much as he thinks he is the master, Becky was pushing things. He made her do some things that she might not have done, but really, I think she made him do more things that he wouldn't have done.
"And I hadn't realized it," Jamie continued, looking lovingly at Becky, "but she had set her sights on me. She wanted me to be part of this too. And I realized that I wanted to be part of it. So on Friday night, I gave myself to him."
"What do you mean, you gave yourself to him?" Jill asked.
"It means that I am his to do with what he wants," Jamie explained. "If he wants to fuck me in the park at lunchtime, I'll let him. Hell, I won't just let him. I'll do what I can to make it good for him. I want to be his slave, and I want Becky to be his slave, and I want to be Becky's sister slave. I love both of them!"
Jamie sat back and let Jill, as well as Becky and me, absorb what she had said. Becky got up, went over to Jamie and gave her a kiss and a hug. "That was beautiful," Becky told her.
"So the two of you are lovers too?" Jill asked them.
"Is that a problem?" Becky countered.
"No," Jill reassured Becky, "I just didn't think that you swung that way."
"Until a few weeks ago, I didn't," Becky said.
"Neither did I," Jamie chimed in.
Jill shook her head. She looked at me and said, "You must be in hog heaven."
"Well," I smiled at her, "I can't deny that these last two weeks have been better than any others in my life. And I mean that emotionally as well as sexually. I gave up Becky, whom I loved, because I felt I needed something better. I just didn't realize that Becky was better. And having Jamie too is fabulous. I love them both very much."
"You love Jamie and Becky?" Jill asked.
"Is that so hard to believe?" I asked.
"Don't you think they will get jealous of each other?" Jill asked.
"I don't think so," I said. "If they do, we will have to deal with it, but frankly, they love each other as much as I love them."
"I just don't get it," Jill said.
"I'm not asking you to get it," I said. "But for me, and especially for Jamie and Becky, please can you just accept it? We don't want to lose you as a friend."
"Look, if I thought that you were in some way coercing them, it would be over for you," Jill told me harshly. Then she shook her head and continued, "But I believe that they want this as much as you do, regardless of how crazy it is. And I won't pass judgment on their consensual relationships, no matter how weird I think it is."
"That's great!" cried Becky, throwing herself on Jill and giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Now come to the dining room so that I can serve you dinner!"
We all went in and Jill and I sat down while the girls went to get dinner. "I suppose the maid outfits were your kinky fantasy?" Jill asked me with a smirk.
"Actually," I told her, "while I am certainly living out my best fantasies, this one was theirs. In fact, you'll find that most of the weirder things that we do are probably Becky's idea."
Jill shook her head again as Jamie and Becky served us dinner and sat down and we starting eating. Jill said to Becky, "You really don't have a problem that your boyfriend is having sex with another woman?"
"He's having sex with more than just one other woman," she replied.
"What?" Jill said, starting to get upset. "You do all this and he still cheats on you?"
Jamie laughed, snorting into her soup. "What's so funny about that?" Jill asked.
"How can he be cheating when it is Becky that sends the women to him?" Jamie asked. "He practically doesn't have a choice!"
"You send women to him?" Jill asked Becky, amazed.
"Well, on Tuesday nights I go out with a couple of friends," Becky explained, "and I don't want him to get lonely, so I usually send someone over to keep him company."
"Like hookers?" Jill inquired.
"No, friends and acquaintances," Becky said.
"Not Joan or Lisa?" Jill explained.
"No, or at least, not the Joan that you are thinking off," Becky said. "There was a Joan that I work with that came over and gave him a blowjob, and someone that works in my gym came over so that he could titty-fuck her."
"So he doesn't really fuck them?" Jill asked.
"Oh, he fucked Veronica but good!" Jamie said, smiling.
"You never told me how you got Veronica to do that," I told Becky, "or what happened after I sent her to Nelly."
"Oh, I can tell you that," Becky said. "It appears that you opened both Veronica's and Nelly's eyes. At the gym, after you spanked Veronica and then didn't fuck her, she started acting differently. And Nelly realized that as much as Veronica was pretending to be dominant, she really wanted to be submissive. Well, it turns out that Nelly decided that she was ready to try being in charge, so she and I cooked up Veronica's little visit."
"You didn't coerce Veronica, did you?" I asked, starting to get upset.
"No, sir!" Becky exclaimed, "And I am insulted that you would think that I would! But we both knew what she wanted, and I laid it all out for Veronica. I told her what I wanted her to do, and I told her what would happen if she came over. Then I told her that this was a one-time only offer, and she would have just one chance to accept. Sir, she never even hesitated. She said yes immediately!"
"She seemed surprised when I sent her to Nelly," I said.
"She was, sir!" Becky replied. "I didn't tell her that."
"So how is it working out for Veronica?" I asked.
"Great, sir!" Becky said with a smile. "Only she doesn't call herself Veronica anymore. Now it's Ronnie all of the time. And Nelly told me to let you know that if you ever want to borrow Ronnie, she would be happy to lend her to you, and Ronnie agrees! Nelly also said if you ever wanted to see how obedient Ronnie had become, she would bring her over and demonstrate. And she hinted strongly that Ronnie would not be the only one that would be available to you."
"I can't believe this, Becky," Jill said, amazed. "I always thought you were a bit of a prude, and now you are talking about spanking and swapping and sharing. It's amazing!"
"I know," Jamie said. "I think it's great too!"
The girls got up to bring the main course and Jill asked, "Is this how you have them dress all the time?"
"I wish!" said Jamie from the kitchen.
"They have a few outfits that they wear around the house," I said.
"I don't think a tiny white mini skirt counts as an outfit, sir!" said Becky.
"Or a mesh top that barely covers my pussy!" Jamie added. "I would think that something would at least have to cover your privates to be considered an outfit."
"Are you complaining?" I asked.
"Oh, no sir!" Becky said. "I wouldn't want to get spanked!"
"Yes you would, you slut!" Jamie said, and they both cracked up.
We continued eating the meal, talking about things in general, not focusing on our relationship. After dessert, Jill got up to leave. "We should go out for a normal dinner, sometime," she said.
"We'd like that," Jamie responded. Jill gave us all kisses on the cheek, and then started to the door. Before she got there she turned and gave me a funny look.
"You know, it's weird," she said. "I bet that as soon as I walk out the door, you are going to fuck both of them, aren't you?"
I just smiled at her, but Becky whispered, "Do you want to stay and watch?"
"The first thing you would see," I told Jill, "is me spanking Becky for being impertinent. You're welcome to stay that long."
Jill smiled and said, "Another time, perhaps," and left.
I turned to Becky and said, "I wasn't kidding. You should have asked me before offering to have Jill stay. What if I did not want her to stay?"
"I'm sorry, sir!" Becky said, dropping to her knees in front of me. "Please punish me. I deserve it!"
"I will punish you tonight, but you won't like it as well as you hope," I said. "Jamie, clean up the table and then come in to the bedroom. Becky, come with me now."
Becky came with me and I had her take all her clothes off and use the bathroom. When she was done, I had her lie down on the bed and tied her legs to the footboard. Then I tied her hands to the headboard, and looked down at her. She looked fantastic, spread eagle on the bed. I had tied her so that there was some room between her head and the headboard.
I went to the bathroom and waited for Jamie. When Jamie was done in the kitchen, she came in. She saw Becky and said, "She looks so good!"
"I think so too," I said, and I kissed her. I started making out with her and helped her get her clothes off. When I had both of us pretty hot, I had her sit over Becky, straddling her head and facing the headboard, with her pussy far enough away that Becky could not get her mouth to it. Just to be sure that Becky would not be using her mouth, I took a kerchief and made it into a gag, tying it off behind Becky's head. That let me hear Becky's moans without her being able to use her mouth.
I climbed on top of Becky, my cock between her thighs, my chest to hers, and right in front of her face I starting licking Jamie's shaved snatch. Becky could see and hear and smell what I was doing, but I did not let her feel or taste. I ate Jamie, and as I did I slipped a finger into her pussy. She leaned forward and I went searching for her G-spot. In just a minute I had clearly found it, and Jamie started panting and screeching. Her legs locked up around Becky's head, she screamed and her pussy squirted all over Becky's face.
I let Jamie come down a little, while I continued fondling her pussy. I leaned in to Becky and said, "Your punishment for tonight is to lie here and watch me fuck Jamie right on top of you, but you will stay tied up all night long. I won't touch you. Jamie won't touch you. And you won't be able to touch yourself. Next time that you presume to make decisions for me, you can remember that when you do that, I won't touch you."
I kissed Becky on her mouth over the gag, and then I got up and straddled her chest. Right in front of Becky's eyes I slipped my cock into Jamie's cunt. I leaned her forward and started fucking her slowly, making sure that my cock went slowly and deeply into her, and then pulling it almost all of the way out of her. I kept that up for a few minutes, and Jamie came at least once, but eventually I had to start moving faster and harder. Jamie was certainly enjoying herself, and I am pretty sure that Becky was as well.
As I was getting close, I pushed Jamie forward so that her stomach was pressed onto Becky's forehead. Becky's nose was just below the action. I grabbed Jamie's hair in one hand and twisted one of her nipples with another and I started pounding really hard. Finally I could not take it any more, so I pulled out, grabbed my cock and came all over Jamie's cunt and ass. When Jamie felt my hot cum splattering on her body she let out an ear-piercing shriek and came again.
I sat back onto Becky's chest and looked at her. Her face was soaked with fluids from Jamie, and my cum was dripping off of Jamie's cunt onto Becky's face. When Jamie had gotten her breath back I pulled her down and let her lie with her head resting on Becky's tit. I turned off the lights and I put my head down on Becky's other tit.
"Sir, I think that Becky came when we did," Jamie said.
"That's OK," I told Jamie. "If she can cum without touching herself, then she is allowed. I told you that I want both of you to cum as hard, loud and often as you can. All I'll occasionally do is prevent you from touching yourself."
I kissed Jamie over Becky's chest. Jamie was running her finger's through the cum on her cunt, every now and then running a finger under Becky's nose. I was getting tired, so I told Jamie, "It's your responsibility to get up early and untie Becky so that she can get to work, OK? If you fail me on this, you'll be the one trussed up tomorrow night."
"Oh, I'll make sure I get up on time," she said. "I might like this punishment, but not nearly as much as Becky did!"
I kissed her again, and then we both went to sleep.
Chapter 20
Thursday - Day 20
I opened my eyes and I was looking right into Jamie's eyes. Her head was on my chest and she was looking at me. I heard Becky in the shower. "I thought that you were being very mean to Becky last night," she said. "I thought you tortured her unnecessarily."
"So I shouldn't have done what I did?" I asked.
"No, I was wrong," she said. "When I untied Becky this morning she was so happy. She said it drove her nuts, being that close to the action and being unable to participate. However she understood why you had done it, and that she deserved it. But sir, even though she was being punished she still came last night."
"That's OK," I told Jamie. "I may have been punishing her, but I don't want to be cruel. I suspected that she would enjoy it, and as I said last night, if she can get off without anyone touching her, more power to her. I'm sure she still didn't cum as much as she would have if she had been participating. She certainly didn't cum as much as you did!"
"Sir," Jamie said abashedly, "I hope I didn't do anything wrong, but I touched her a little and made her cum again this morning."
"I don't mind," I said. "It was very nice of you to help her out like that."
"How did you know that she would like the punishment that much?" Jamie asked.
"I didn't know, I suspected," I explained. "Becky likes to feel helpless, and it turns her on to watch us. I figured that if I put both of them together she would like it twice as much. Plus, even if she didn't, at least I would enjoy it, and she deserved to be punished."
I leaned over and kissed her beautiful lips. "You know, I usually get a blowjob from Becky in the morning, but I'd really like one from you today."
She smiled very happily, kissed me on the lips, and moved down my body to blow me. She started licking around the head, and then continued swirling her tongue down and around my cock as if it were a candy cane. She kept licking around my balls and then back up, finally sucking my cock into her mouth.
Becky walked in wearing just a towel and saw what was happening. "Hey, that's my job!" she said.
"Not this morning," I told her. "This morning I want Jamie to do me."
"But she got you all last night!" Becky complained.
"That's right, because you were being punished, and if you are not careful, she'll have me all tonight as well! Now get dressed for work!"
Becky started getting dressed, but watched Jamie working me over the entire time. As I got close to cumming, I gestured Becky over to me. I pulled her down and whispered in her ear, "I want to be kissing you when I cum." I pulled Becky into a kiss and I started pulsing cum into Jamie's mouth. I still marveled at the fact that I could cum in one woman's mouth as I was kissing another.
Jamie made sure that I was cleaned off, and then came up to kiss me as soon as I let Becky go. Becky let her kiss me for a minute, and then pushed her away. "I didn't get to thank him for last night!" she said.
"I thanked him for you," Jamie said, smiling at Becky.
"Well I want to thank him myself," Becky said, turning back to me. "Thank you for punishing me last night sir. I'm afraid that I enjoyed it more than you wanted me to."
"How do you know how much I wanted you to enjoy it?" I asked her.
"You said you wanted to punish me," she said.
"I never said that you couldn't enjoy your punishments. But it is important that you learn from them, or in the future I won't make punishments as enjoyable," I told her.
"I'll try and learn my lessons well! Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked.
"Not recently enough," I said, kissing her. "And what about you, Jamie? Do you love me too?"
She came over and kissed me, then kissed Becky. "You know I do!" she said. I pulled them both on top of me and hugged them to me. I didn't want to let them go, but eventually we all had to get ready for work. I sighed as I let them get up.
I was sitting at my desk in the afternoon when I got a call from Becky. She was extremely excited as she screamed into the phone, "I got a package! I got a package!"
"Were you expecting one?" I asked.
"No, you don't understand," she said, burbling.
"Who is it from?" I asked.
"It's a box of panties!" she shrieked.
"Who would send you a box of panties?" I asked, confused.
"Don't you understand?" Becky said. "It's from Christine, from the dress shop! I told her she could never wear panties again if she became my slave, and this is her way of telling me that she wants to be my slave! Don't you understand? She agreed!"
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be disappointed," I told her.
"I'll see you when you get home, sir!" she said. "I have to call her now!" She hung up.
When I got home, Becky was waiting for me. When I got into the apartment, she grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "Well?" I asked.
"Can you watch the video of the living room for today, sir?" she asked. "It will explain a lot." She pulled me into the living room and I went over and queued up the video to watch. While I was doing that, Jamie came in with dinner. I sat down on the couch and started eating while I watched. Becky sat right next to me, so close that I kept bumping into her as I ate. Jamie sat on a chair and watched the video with us.
The first thing I saw was Becky walking into the apartment with a box. Interestingly enough, as she walked in, she dropped the box, stripped off, and then picked the box back up to open it. She opened it and pulled out some panties. She looked at them, confused for a minute, and then I could see comprehension dawn. She ran to the phone to call me, and I saw that conversation replay. As soon as she was done with my call, she ran to find Christine's telephone number.
"Is Christine there?" I saw her say. After a moment, she continued, "Christine, this is Becky. Did you send me the box?... Does it mean what I think it means?... I need you to come over here right now. Can you do that?" Clearly Christine had said yes, because she then gave her the address and told her to come over immediately.
I saw Becky going through the panties carefully before putting them back into the box. Then she went into the bedroom. The next thing I saw was Becky rush out into the living room yelling, "Who's there?"
She then opened the door and ushered Christine in. Christine was looking at her nude body, and Becky said, "I hope this doesn't disturb you, but this is how I dress at home. Come sit on the couch; we need to talk."
They sat down next to each other, and Becky looked at Christine. "OK, first I need you to be perfectly clear. You said that you sent me a box that contained all your panties. What exactly did you mean by doing that?"
"What I meant, ma'am," Christine said, "was that I am offering to be your slave. I want to belong to you."
"Are you sure?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Christine replied.
"Why?" Becky asked. "Why did you wait so long, and why are you asking now?"
Christine looked at her for a moment, considering how to answer. Finally she said, "Ma'am, I was scared. I wanted to be yours from the first time we kissed, but the feeling scared me. Becky, I have been someone's slave before, and it did not work out. I know that I want to be a slave, but I also know that with the wrong person, it can be a very bad thing.
"I didn't know if you were the right person, and I didn't know if I could trust myself. I am really still not 100% sure, but I do know that I want to be yours."
"What changed to make you want it so much?" Becky asked.
"It was when you came into my shop, ma'am," Christine explained. "I saw what you were like with Jamie and your master. I saw how you all interacted; how much fun you had; how you treated each other. And it made me think that I can be safe to give myself to you; that you would be a good mistress for me. It made me want to be part of what you have."
Now it was Becky's turn to give a considered look. "You said that you have been a slave before. I have never had a slave before. I know what I want in a slave, but I don't know what you want from a mistress. Tell me how you see our relationship."
Christine responded, "I want to be yours completely, ma'am. I want you to control me. I want you to use me. I want you to use me hard. I want you to punish me. You will own my body completely and do with it what you want. I will never, ever say no to anything that you ask."
"No limits?" Becky asked, surprised.
"None, ma'am," she replied.
"You said that your last relationship as a slave did not work out. Why not? What ended your last relationship as a slave? Was it that your mistress went too far?" Becky asked.
"No ma'am, it was quite the opposite," Christine said.
"What do you mean?" asked Becky.
"My master didn't treat me like a slave. He asked what I wanted. He was gentle a lot of the time. Actually, he was very much like your master is with you. He was domineering sometimes, but he let me get away with things. It made me lose respect for him."
"First of all, it was a man?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," she said.
"Have you ever been dominated by a woman?" Becky asked.
"No, ma'am," Christine replied.
"Then why me?" Becky asked. "Why a woman now? And if you see the way I am as the slave, why would you think that I would be any different in the dominant role?"
"I'm not exactly sure, ma'am," Christine explained. "I was not looking for a mistress. I wasn't expecting to be a slave again, let alone to a woman. I thought that it would just be setting myself up for disappointment. But then you offered it to me; you told me you wanted me to be your slave.
"I did not know how to react. I wanted it more than you could possibly know, but I did not know if you could be a good mistress to me. And I was scared about giving myself completely to you. But now I believe that even as a slave you are stronger than my last master ever was. I think that you could treat me as I need to be treated. I think that you would be a perfect mistress."
"And how would you need to be treated, Christine?" Becky asked.
"It's hard for me to say, ma'am. It's hard for me to ask for what I need," Christine said.
"You'll have to, Christine," Becky said. "I don't know what you want, so I don't know how I should treat you. If you want to have any hope of this working, you need to tell me now how you want to be treated. Once we have an understanding about that, I may not ask you again, but for now I need you to tell me."
"Badly, ma'am," Christine replied. "I need someone that will use me, someone that will humiliate me, someone who will punish me, someone who will hurt me, someone who is not afraid to use me as hard as they can. I don't want my opinion considered for anything. If I don't want it and you do it anyway, I will like it better."
"So if I don't think I can treat you like that, you would rather not have this relationship?" Becky asked.
Christine could not look Becky in the eye. She nodded her head.
"Do you understand the relationship that we are in here?" Becky asked. "Do you know what your position would be?"
"I am not sure exactly of the relationship," Christine said, "but I know that my position would be the very bottom."
"That is correct," Becky said. "You keep referring to him as my master but he is not, yet. He will be very soon, though, and he will be in charge. You will be my slave. You will answer to me. But since anything of mine is his, you will belong to my master as well. I won't deny him anything, so any way that he wants to use you, or wants me to use you, will be the way that you are used.
"Jamie will also be his slave, but she is completely equal to me. Jamie will also be able to order you to do anything, and you will have to obey her unless I tell you otherwise.
"Now when you say that you want me to use you, do you just mean sexually?" Becky asked.
"No, ma'am," Christine said. "If you want me to clean your apartment, I will do it. I will do your shopping, cooking and cleaning. I will take care of you in any way that you want."
"What about your store?" Becky inquired.
"I will sell it if you want," Christine said.
"I don't want that," Becky said. "That is yours. Do you have enough help, though, so that I can have you when I want you?"
"I have people to cover almost all shifts," she said. "I would need to hire two more people, but I could do that and still make a nice profit. I want to be available for you always."
"And you would be willing to move in with us?" Becky asked.
"Of course," Christine responded. "How else could I serve you?"
"Do you remember what I told you that you would have to do before you could be my slave?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," she replied. "I would have to give your master my ass. He may have it."
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Becky asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Christine responded.
Becky smiled at her and said, "You're younger than any of us, and I get the feeling that you will turn out to be the most experienced of any of us." She leaned over and kissed Christine gently on the lips. "Are you sure about this? Really sure?"
"Yes, ma'am," Christine replied.
"Then I accept you," Becky said. "You will call me Mistress. You will call Jamie Mistress Jamie. And though you keep calling him my master, you will only call him sir, until I tell you otherwise. I will be the first person to call him master. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Christine said happily.
"From now on, I will call you Chrissy. You will be my slave. Do you accept this?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Chrissy said.
Becky got up and took Chrissy's hand and led her to the bedroom.
Becky turned off the video. I had long since finished my dinner, and Becky was holding on to my arm tightly. She looked at me nervously. "Did I do badly, sir?" she asked.
"Do you know what you are getting yourself in for?" I asked. "Do you really think that you could give her what she wants?"
"I really think I can," Becky said.
"Is this really what you want?" I asked.
"Yes, sir, it is," she responded.
"What about you, Jamie," I asked. "How do you feel about this? She wants to be treated completely different than the two of you. Do you think you will be OK with that?"
"Well, I am not as into it as Becky is," Jamie replied, "but then again, she won't be my slave. I've talked about this with Becky, and I'm fine with it. You just remember who your slaves are, sir!"
"Don't worry, I won't forget," I told her with a smile. "So now, what do we do?"
"Now, sir," Becky told me, "you go into the bedroom where Chrissy has been waiting for you all evening, and you fuck her in the ass. You fuck her hard. If you want to make it good for her, you won't be gentle. She wants to be used hard. She wants to be abused. Rape her ass. Use her as a fuck toy. Then, when you are done, I'll get you hard again so that you can use her again."
"What about you?" I asked. "She's your slave. When will you use her?"
"Don't worry, I'll have time with her, sir," Becky told me.
"OK then," I said. "I believe I have an ass to fuck now, but first..." I reached over and pulled Becky in for a kiss, gesturing to Jamie to come over. I grabbed her as she got close and kissed her as well. "Mmmmm, my two slave girls," I said. I wanted them to know that they were the ones I really cared about.
The girls took my clothes off in the living room. We then walked into the bedroom together, and I saw Chrissy. She was lying on the bed, face against the bed, ass up in the air, presenting her ass to the door. We reached her and Becky whispered in my ear, "No foreplay." She dropped in front of me and sucked my cock into her mouth to get it wet. Then she straddled Chrissy's back, facing me, and asked, "Slave, are you ready to give your ass up for me?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Chrissy replied.
Becky leaned over and pulled Chrissy's ass cheeks apart. She spit on her asshole. "She's not lubricated?" I asked.
"No, sir," Becky replied, "and she won't ever be. When you want a really tight ass, take hers." She then grabbed my cock and lined it up with Chrissy's puckered asshole.
"Help me," she said to Jamie. Jamie was behind me and she pushed me forward hard, fucking my cock into Chrissy's ass. Chrissy's ass was dry and tight, but not nearly as tight as Becky's was when I fucked her ass dry. Chrissy clearly had more anal experience; she was fucking back against my cock. Becky, meanwhile, was slapping Chrissy's ass every time I pulled away from it.
Becky started talking to me, saying "Fuck my slave's ass. Make her yours too. Slam her ass. Fuck him back, you slut!" I fucked Chrissy until my cock started getting sore, and then I came in her ass.
I pulled out, and I saw that she did not clean her ass out like Becky and Jamie did. Becky climbed off of Chrissy and pulled her around. "There is a rule around here," she told Chrissy, "You fuck him, you clean him off with your mouth."
I looked at Becky uncertainly, but she just pulled Chrissy over my cock. Chrissy did not hesitate; she sucked my cock in and cleaned it completely off.
When she was done, Becky had her lie on her back so that we could look at her naked body. She was the one person in the room whose pubic area was not shaved. She had a light blonde bush that proved she was a natural blonde. Her breasts were bigger than both Becky's and Jamie's. She had blue eyes and blonde hair, and she was panting in exertion.
"Chrissy has fucked you, sir, and she has eaten me," Becky said, "but Jamie has not gotten any pleasure from her. Chrissy, eat Jamie now!" Chrissy moved up and pulled Jamie down. She kissed her eagerly, and then kissed down her body.
I pulled Becky over to me and held onto her as we watched Chrissy go down on Jamie. "Now you can see how sexy it is to watch a woman eating another woman," I told Becky.
"It is sexy," Becky agreed. "I can't wait until it's my turn with her!"
"I'll tell you what. Tomorrow night I'll take Jamie back to her apartment and we will spend the night there. You can have Chrissy for yourself all night, how's that?"
"That would be great, sir!" Becky said. "That will give me time to really get to know her and her limits, if she has any." She hesitated a minute and then continued, "But I'm going to miss you, sir."
I kissed her and said, "I'll miss you too, my tiger, but you'll be having so much fun you won't even think about me. And with Chrissy, you don't have to worry about her not getting it up!"
"I don't have to worry about that with you too much either," Becky said, fondling my slowly growing cock. She continued to caress me as we watched Chrissy bringing Jamie closer and closer, until she grabbed Chrissy's head and pulled it hard into her cunt as she screamed in pleasure.
I went over to Chrissy and licked Jamie's delicious cum off of her face. I kissed her and said, "I know that it is a little late to be asking, Christine, but are you sure that you want to do this?"
"Oh, yes sir! I am so happy to be Mistress's slave!"
"Just remember, if it gets too intense, or you want out, just come to me. You may belong to Becky, but she belongs to me."
"Oh no sir. I could never do that to my mistress," she protested. I shook my head, and pulled her into the center of the bed as Jamie moved to the side. I had her lie down with her head towards the bottom of the bed and then I had Becky get into a 69 with her.
"Now you get her," I told Becky, "and you get me too." I climbed onto the bed straddling Chrissy's head. She stopped working Becky over and swabbed my balls with her tongue. Then she grabbed my cock and pulled it to Becky's pussy. I pushed in slowly, and took my time as I fucked her. I had cum so recently that I could go for a while, and I wanted to.
As I was slowly stroking in and out of Becky, Chrissy was attacking both of us with her tongue. I felt her tongue on my shaft as I pulled out, and she moved it to Becky's clit when I pushed in. I also saw Becky's head moving all around Chrissy's crotch. They were both moaning, but Becky came first. I was already going fairly slowly, but I did not interrupt my movements when she came, and neither did Chrissy. In just a few more minutes, she came again, followed by Chrissy.
By then, Becky had stopped licking Chrissy and was resting her head on Chrissy's thigh, her nose right up against her pussy. Chrissy had also stopped what she was doing, her head resting on the bed, watching my cock go in and out of Becky. Her finger's were lazily stroking Becky's clit as well as running around her pussy and my cock in it.
I kept it up for about another five minutes before Becky started breathing hard again, and then I sped up. Chrissy joined in, putting her tongue back on Becky. Soon Becky was screaming again, pouring juices out onto Chrissy's face.
At this point, Jamie decided to join back in, and she put her head between Chrissy's legs. She alternated between kissing Becky and licking Chrissy. The additional stimulation put Chrissy over the top again. Jamie then moved around behind me and started fondling my ass and balls. Then she leaned over and started licking my sweaty ass. She got up and grabbed my hips. She said, "Remember how you fucked Becky with me? Now I'm going to do it with you!" She shoved me forward, and then pulled me back, fucking me hard into Becky. I reached over and grabbed Becky's hair, yanking it hard so that her head was pulled back.
"Jamie is fucking you with my cock," I said. "And Chrissy is licking you. You are being fucked and sucked by three people. Does that make you feel like a slut?"
"Yes," she screamed. "I'm a slut! I'm your slut! Fuck your slut!"
She screamed and she came again, and it took me over the edge. I arched my back and Jamie reached around my body, hugging me, her hard nipples poking into my back. "Cum in your slave," she whispered in my ear as I pumped my cum into Becky.
I was so exhausted that I collapsed backwards, with Jamie supporting me as I fell to the bed. My cock popped out of Becky's cunt, and Chrissy pasted her mouth over the opening, sucking my cum out.
"Oh, god!" I groaned. Becky collapsed on top of Chrissy. We all lay there for about ten minutes, recovering. Eventually I muttered, "Logistics."
"What, sir?" Jamie asked.
"Logistics," I repeated. "How are we going to fit four people onto this bed?"
"We're not, sir," Becky said, finally coming back to life, rolling off of Chrissy and putting her head on the pillow. "Chrissy is going to sleep on the floor at the foot of our bed, though she did such a good job making me cum that she can have an extra blanket."
Chrissy smiled hugely at Becky and leaned over to kiss her feet. "Thank you for doing this for me, Mistress. Can I provide any service to you before you go to sleep?"
"Yes," Becky replied. "Those two are zonked, so help them up here to bed. I'm too tired to do my job, so make sure you clean off his cock with your mouth. Then cover us, get a couple of blankets for yourself out of the closet, and then go to sleep."
"Yes, Mistress," she said. She did help us into bed and we all snuggled together and went to sleep.
Chapter 21
Friday - Day 21
I woke up as Becky straddled me. I could feel her warm pussy on my stomach as her skirt rode up, and I also felt a mouth working on my cock.
"I hope you don't mind sir, but I had Chrissy give your morning blowjob today so that I could talk to you," Becky said, and she kissed me very gently on my lips. "I wanted to thank you for giving me this life, sir. I wanted you to know that I have been happy since you decided to let me try and be your slave. Do you realize that this is the longest that I have been happy in a very, very long time?
"It's all your doing, sir, and I love you for it."
She kissed me again, and I looked into her eyes. "Thank you for telling me that, Becky, but you are wrong. I might have shown you the way, but you are the one that made all this possible, from the beautiful woman lying in bed next to me, to the beautiful woman licking my cock, to the beautiful woman that I love sitting on my stomach. I love you."
I kissed her again, and then I told her, "Tell your slave that she has to stop, because I want you to be the one that swallows my cum this morning."
She smiled at me, gave me another kiss and said, "Thank you, sir!" She got off of me and pulled Chrissy off by her hair and took her place. Before she started she told Chrissy, "Slave, you can put your tongue to work up my ass!"
Chrissy had gotten me close, but I tried to relax so that I could enjoy Becky on my cock for longer while Chrissy knelt behind Becky and put her tongue to work. "Watch this, sir," Becky said, and she moved her head around my cock, sinking lower and lower. She had to pull off a couple of times as she started gagging, but her nose was soon pressed against my body.
"Did you see that, sir?" she asked excitedly. "I got it all in!" She put her mouth over my cock again and started moving up and down my whole length, getting most of my cock into her mouth each time. It was more then I could take, and I started spurting into her mouth.
Becky pulled away from Chrissy, crawled up onto me and kissed me. "I need to apologize to you, sir."
"What for?" I asked.
"Chrissy could deep throat you, but I asked her not to," she explained. "I know that I am denying you pleasure, but I wanted to be the first person who did that to you. Is that OK with you?"
I couldn't help feeling good about that. Here was a woman who wanted to be the first person to deep throat me. Once again I marveled at my place in the universe.
"Yes, Becky, that is fine," I told her. "I wouldn't have anyone else to do it before you."
"Thank you, sir," she said. "Chrissy is not going in to work today, so please feel free to have her do anything you'd like. She can make you breakfast, and when you go to work she will clean the apartment. You are going to stop at home before you go to Jamie's, right?"
"Yes, I will need to say good bye before I leave you to your slave. Now go to work before you are late!" I kissed her and sent her on her way. I got up and went to the shower, telling Chrissy to wake up Jamie.
When I came out of the shower, I saw Chrissy on the bed, on her back, with Jamie riding her face. "I see you're up," I told Jamie.
"I woke up with her eating me, and I just felt like doing this," she said between gasps. "I won't be long, I promise!" I thought I would help her along, so I moved beside her and grabbed a nipple in my mouth and bit down. She screamed, locked her muscles, and came all over Chrissy's face.
Jamie collapsed onto the bed, and I told Chrissy, "Clean her off, and then help her get dressed. Also, you can't wash your face until your mistress comes home."
"Yes, sir," she said.
I sat down next to Jamie and said, "I forgot to tell you. I want to give Becky some time to get to know Chrissy, so you and I are going to spend the night in your old apartment."
"Just the two of us?" she asked, pulling me down in a hug.
"Just us, for the whole night and part of tomorrow," I told her.
"Oh, sir, I love Becky dearly," she said, "but I am so happy to be spending the time alone with you!"
"Me too," I told her, "but now I have to go to work. Don't let Chrissy make you too late!" I kissed her good bye and I went to work.
When I got home, Becky came over and kissed me. When she was done, I noticed that Chrissy was sitting next to the couch, though sitting might not exactly be the correct word. I walked over and looked at her. She was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, her ankles tied to her hands. There was a gag in her mouth and on her nipples were evil looking clamps.
"Is this too much for her?" I asked Becky.
"Please, sir," she said with a pleading look in her eye, "just trust that I know what I am doing."
"She's your slave," I told her, "and I won't interfere. But if you damage her, physically or mentally, I will be disappointed in you."
"Don't worry, sir. I know what she wants and what she needs," Becky reassured me. "Besides," she continued with a sly smile, "maybe this will give you some ideas about what you can do to me."
"Where's Jamie, tiger?" I asked, changing the subject.
"She's in the bedroom getting some stuff together for tonight," she told me. "She's very excited. I'm glad you get to spend some time alone with her. Jamie's time with you has always been with me, while I used to be with you alone, so this will be very nice for her."
I kissed her again and went in to see how Jamie was doing. When she saw me come in she ran to me and jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I barely kept my balance as she speared her tongue into my mouth. "I can't wait to get you into my lair," she said with a smirk.
"Your lair?" I asked when I put her down. "What are you, a super-villain?"
"Ooooo, I don't have the costume for that, but if you want I can run out and get one!" she said.
I laughed at her and held her around her waist, giving her a small kiss on her nose. "No, my dear, tonight you are a beautiful woman that I want to make my slave, and get to know even better than I already do."
"I'd like that, sir!" she said. She finished packing and I grabbed a change of clothes and some toiletries and we went back to the living room.
Chrissy was still in the same position as we kissed Becky good bye. "Everything will be OK?" I asked.
"Don't worry, sir, it's more for show than anything else," Becky whispered to me. "I'll give her enough pain to make her happy, treat her like dirt, and get her off like she's never gotten off before!"
"I trust that you know what you are doing," I said, kissing her again.
Jamie grabbed her when I was done and said, "Have fun! Thanks for this night alone with him."
"Don't thank me," Becky replied. "It's his idea, and I'm all for it!" She hugged Jamie and then we both left.
We stopped on our way to Jamie's for a nice picnic dinner that we took back to Jamie's place. As soon as we walked through the door, Jamie stripped off her clothes. "Put them back on," I said.
"What?" Jamie asked. "You told me that I couldn't wear clothes in the apartment."
"Normally, you can't," I explained. "But now I want to talk to you like you are my friend and my date, not my slave. So get dressed and let's have dinner."
"Since we are on a date, should I wear panties too?" she asked mischievously.
"Don't push it!" I said with a grin. She slipped her dress back on and we sat down at the table to eat.
For the next few hours we sat at the table and ate and talked. Jamie talked to me about growing up, her parents and her sister, and how she met Becky. We discussed her love life and her work. Even though I had been friends with her for a while, through Becky, I did not really know that much about her. As I learned more I realized how bizarre it was that we were moving forward into a fairly committed relationship knowing so little about each other.
When I brought that thought to Jamie's attention, she told me it wasn't that surprising. "After all," she said, "I am not just diving into a relationship with you, but with Becky as well, and Becky I know. Even though we will be your slaves, Becky would not let anything really bad happen to me."
"How much of your decision to join the two of us is based around you wanting to protect Becky from the same thing?" I asked her.
"Well, the thought certainly crossed my mind," Jamie told me, "but that was not a primary motivating factor. Becky can handle herself; from what I've seen lately, far better than me, and far better than I expected of her."
That statement got me thinking as well. "Does it seem to you that Becky is quite different than she used to be?" I asked. "Frankly, after dating and living with her for two years, I just had no idea that she had all this in her. Did you suspect?"
"I've known her far longer, and no, I did not think she had it in her. It was like there was this repressed personality that is coming out now. She is more open, more wild, more... everything. I can't explain it."
"Neither can I," I said. "She really has turned into this tiger, and I don't understand what led up to it. I can say, however, that I am quite pleased with it, and very glad it's happening."
"You would be pleased," Jamie said, smiling at me, "since you are reaping all the rewards."
"That's not true," I said. "I'm certainly getting my share, but I think Becky is a better person for this, and I believe that you are getting something pleasant out of all this, let alone Chrissy."
"I have to admit that I am," Jamie agreed. "I don't really get it, because this is not who I thought I was. If my family could see me now..." She broke off and put her hand to her mouth in shock. "My sister!"
"What about your sister?" I asked.
"My baby sister is coming to visit me!" Jamie said. "Next week! It's been planned for months and I completely forgot!" She sounded a bit panicky.
"How do you want to work that?" I asked. "Do you want to move back in here while she is in town?"
Jamie sat back and thought for a few moments. "No," she said. "No. I knew going into this that eventually I would have to share this with my family. I guess this is how I will break it to them. Besides, I don't think I could go without you and Becky for week!"
"She'll be in town for a week?" I asked. "And just how old is this 'baby'?"
"She's 18 and she'll be here for at least a week. She's on a break from school, and I told her I'd show her around. She's thinking of coming to town for college."
"Mmmmm, family I don't mind, but how is a high school girl going to react to our lifestyle?" I asked.
"Oh, don't worry about Cindy," Jamie said. "She'll take it better than my parents will. I talk to her about a lot of things, and I know she's no virgin. She's a bit of a slut, actually. She likes sex, and she's had a lot of it; certainly more than I had at her age. Oh no!"
"What now?" I asked.
"I know her," Jamie said. "It's not that she's going to be shocked, she's going to want to join in!"
"Oh my god!" it was my turn to exclaim. "I have you and Becky, and now Chrissy, all trying to fuck me to death. If your 18 year old sister joined in it would put the nail in my coffin!"
"Don't put yourself down, sir," Jamie said, putting her arms around my neck. "You keep up with us just fine. Three women in the house and we are the ones that collapse from exhaustion first! You do just fine.
"I'll have to think about what to do with my sister. Maybe she can stay here or something. Anyway, I'll work it out."
We went over to the couch and I pulled Jamie across my lap, holding her like I would a baby. "OK, Jamie, date time is over, and you are back to being a slave in training. I am going to ask you something very personal, and I want a truthful answer, even if it is difficult or embarrassing. OK?"
"OK," she said hesitantly.
"I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest, dirtiest fantasy," I instructed her. "The one that gets you off the hardest when you masturbate; the one that you would never tell anyone, not even your best friend."
Jamie thought a little bit, but I could tell right away that she knew exactly which one I was talking about. "I know you have one," I said. "I can tell just by seeing your reaction. Be a good little slave girl and tell your master."
"Well, there are two of them, related," she began. "These are fantasies, you have to realize, not something that I would necessarily really want to happen!"
"That's what many of the best fantasies are. Tell me," I instructed.
"The first one is - oh god, it's hard to say - my first fantasy is to be taken forcefully by a stranger, grabbed, manhandled, raped. Rough and relentless.
"The second one is even worse. It's similar to the first, but it's a whole lot of men. At least four or five, and they take turns with me. They don't stop. They use me all night."
"And does it make you hot to think of it?" I asked.
"In abstract, sir, yes, it makes me very hot!" Jamie told me.
"Well, my sexy little Jamie, I promise you this," I said. "At some point in the next few weeks, one of your fantasies is going to come true."
"But sir!" Jamie exclaimed. "I don't want it to really happen!"
"Don't worry, I would never let you be hurt," I told her. "You will be perfectly safe at all times, and I promise that nothing will happen that you don't absolutely love. Do you trust me?"
She looked at me with a mixture of fear and lust. "I trust you, sir," she said.
"Then when it happens, remember this conversation, and don't be too freaked out, OK?"
"Yes, sir!" she said, and I could tell that lust was edging out.
"Now come with me, little slave girl," I said. I took her to the bedroom and had her lie down on the bed. I went to her closet and got out some belts, tying one around her wrists over her head, and another around her ankles. I attached another belt to the one on her wrists, and attached it to the headboard, and then did the same to her ankles and the footboard.
"Oh, my," I said. "I probably should have taken your dress off first. Oh well, wait here; don't go anywhere," I said, and I went to the kitchen. I came back with a large carving knife in my hand, and her eyes widened in fear.
"Don't move, now," I said, slipping the knife down the front of her dress. I pulled up and sliced her dress open. By the time I was finished, she was shivering in anticipation.
"Another unanticipated problem," I said, as I removed my clothing. "Your legs are tied together, so I can't reach your beautiful pussy. Oh, well, every problem has a solution."
I ran my hands over her tits and then I flipped her over. I pulled her hips up, and looked at her. Her hands stretched over her head, her ass sticking in the air; a completely lovely sight. "Luckily," I told her, "I don't need to have your legs spread to fuck you."
I bent over and ran my tongue down the crack of her ass. I sat with my knees on each side of her legs and positioned my cock at her puckered asshole. "Ask me," I said.
"Please, sir, fuck my ass. I'm tied up and couldn't stop you if I wanted to, but I don't want to. Please, fuck me hard!"
She was lubricated, but I didn't give her ass a chance to adjust as I slid my cock all the way home in one stroke. She screamed, "Yes!" and shoved her ass back at me. I pulled back, and slammed home again. I did that over and over again, until I was ready to cum. Then I pulled out and moved up the bed. I flipped her back over and jerked myself until I came on her face and tits. While I was cumming I squeezed her nipples, and the stimulation of her tits and the cum splashing on her pushed her into her own orgasm.
I rested next to her and pushed her over so she was on her side and my cock was nestled in the crack of her ass. "Do you want me to untie you?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir, I'm not Becky," she said. "I want to hold you all night!"
I reached over and undid her hands, and said, "You'll have to do the feet yourself; I'm too tired."
She released herself, then moved up and grabbed my cock in her mouth. When it was all clean she climbed up on top of me and asked, "When can you fuck my pussy?"
"Hey, I just came," I said. "You'll have to give me a moment to recharge!"
"I bet that I could get you hard in less than five minutes, sir!" she said.
"Oh, what do I get if I win?" I asked her.
She thought for a minute and then said, "This isn't fair, sir. I am trying to think of something to offer you, but I have nothing that you are not entitled to anyway! If I offer to provide sexual favors, you could take it if I lost anyway. Is there anything that you want?"
"Just you," I said. "However, if you can get me hard in five minutes, then I will fuck you any way you want. If not, we go to bed for the night."
"OK, sir, come with me," she said. She led me to the bathroom and we climbed in the tub.
"We're taking a shower?" I asked.
"I am," she said. She closed the drain, knelt down in front of me and held my cock. "Piss on me, sir. Drench your little piss slut in your pee. Watch, I'm doing it!" She put her hands between her legs and started peeing. When her hand filled, she took it and rubbed it on her body, then put it back to get more.
"Now, sir," she said. "You can do it. Piss on me. Make me your toilet!"
I was getting turned on, but also had to pee, so I released my bladder and started hosing her. She pointed my cock at her tits and face as I covered her in my piss. As I was finishing up she took my cock in her mouth and I felt her mouth working on my cock as she swallowed. When I was done peeing, she did not slow down; she kept swallowing my cock.
In no time the combination of seeing Jamie covered in my piss and the feel of her mouth on my cock had me revived, well within the five minutes she promised. "I can't believe it, but you've won," I told her. "How do you want it?"
"Lie down in the tub!" she said. She stood up as I got onto my back. She straddled me and sunk down onto my cock. She stretched out onto me and looked into my eyes. "I'm going to piss on you while I fuck you, sir, and it is going to make me cum so hard!"
She started bouncing up and down on me, and every time she came down I could feel a squirt of piss released. She started cumming on about the third down stroke and didn't stop. After a few dozen strokes she was out of pee and she collapsed onto my chest. I let her rest for a minute, but then I had her get up and get on her hands and knees in the tub.
I got behind her, grabbed her hair and pushed her head into the puddle of pee on the bottom of the tub. "Your face is going to be in this piss as I fuck your ass!" I told her, and I shoved my cock back into her ass. I pushed her whole body and flattened my body on hers.
As I fucked her ass I pulled her hair and whispered in her ear. "You are such a slut! You are lying in a tub of piss getting your ass fucked, and you love it, don't you. What kind of woman are you?"
"I'm a slut. I'm a piss slut! I'm an ass slut! I'm a whore!" she screamed.
"I bet there is nothing you wouldn't do, is there?"
"No! I'd do anything. I'll be your filthy, dirty slave. You can do anything you want! As long as you keep fucking me!" She had been cumming almost constantly and the combination of her ass squeezing my cock and her foul mouth was getting me off. As she kept her stream of obscenities up, I started spurting into her ass.
As my cock softened in her rectum, I kept grinding my crotch into her ass, pushing her pussy into the bottom of the tub. "Did you like that, you little slut? Do you like writhing in our piss?"
"Oh, yes sir, I do!" she whimpered.
"Well here's a little more," I told her. I was almost out, but I was able to piss a little up her ass, which was enough to set her off yet again. After that, we just rested at the bottom of the tub, but after the burning hot lust was gone, the urine started getting a bit much. We stood up and I turned the shower on, and we spent the next half hour washing and shampooing each other until we were clean and ready for bed.
We got into bed together, and snuggled. "It's funny, sir," Jamie told me. "I wanted some time alone with you, and I really enjoyed it, but lying here in bed, I have to say that I miss Becky being with us."
"I know what you mean. I miss her too," I said. "How do you think she's doing now?"
"I think she's probably giving Chrissy a better time than she has ever had in her life," she answered. "I don't know what it is, but she seems to instinctively know just how far to push people to get them as turned on as they can be. I'm just glad she's with us, not against us!"
I agreed with her. I spooned into Jamie, rubbing my soft cock into her ass and kissed her neck as we both fell asleep.
Chapter 22
Saturday - Day 22
When I woke up on Saturday I was still spooning Jamie. She never was a particularly early riser, and I enjoyed just being in bed holding her body. Eventually, however, nature called and I slipped out of bed without waking her.
When I'd taken care of myself, I went out to the kitchen and sat down. I noticed a photo album and I took it out and looked it over. There were pictures of Jamie as a kid, and there were some of Becky with her as well. I decided that I would get to know Jamie better by seeing how she lived, so I started looking - OK, snooping - around her apartment.
I looked at the books that she read, the videos she owned, and all the knickknacks that she had in the living room and kitchen. I was still looking around when she finally woke up and came out to see what I was up to.
"Good morning, sir," she said. "What's up?"
"Good morning, princess," I replied. "I'm just trying to get to know you better."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I'm trying to see what the Jamie who lived here is like," I explained, gesturing at the room around me. "You like romantic comedies and you had a loving family growing up. I saw some pictures of your sister, by the way, and she is as cute as you."
"So do you know me better?" she asked.
"A little," I said. "If I really want to know you, though, I need to go through the things not out for the general public to see."
"Uh, oh," she said. "What are you going to do?"
"With your permission, of course, I'd like to go through your bedroom and bathroom," I told her.
She gave me a sidelong look and said, "Well, I don't know if this is the best idea, but OK."
I took her hand and brought her to her bedroom. "You're sure you want to let me do this?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said.
She went to the bed, and I got the belts out again. "What are you going to do, sir?" she asked.
"I'm going to tie you to the bed, for two reasons," I told her. "First, I don't want you changing your mind when I find very personal things. And second, I love seeing you spread naked on your bed."
She accepted my bonds and I started going through her room. I started with the underwear drawer, because people tend to hide private things there. Sure enough, I pulled out a vibrator. "A friend of yours?" I asked.
She blushed and said, "My best friend till recently."
I turned it on and ran it across her hips, sides and nipples. "Maybe he's feeling lonely," I said. I ran it across her pussy lips and dipped it in a little, then moved it up to buzz her clit. She gasped, but I turned it to very low and just leaned it against the opening of her pussy.
"Maybe later," I said, and went back to my search. Her drawers didn't turn up much else. I looked under her bed, but nothing was there. I started through her closet and pulled down a box from an upper shelf.
"Oh, no!" she cried when she saw what I had. It contained a diary from when she was a teenager as well as some love letters from college. There were other mementos of past boyfriends as well. I read aloud some passages from her diary to her complete embarrassment.
"You are a bad, bad man, sir," she said.
"You sound like Peppermint Patty" I asked.
"Oh yes sir, that's me! Peppermint Patty in bondage!" she said laughing.
I laughed with her as I kept going through her things. They were not as revealing as I had hoped. They painted a picture of a reasonably happy, friendly girl, though one with all the typical fears and neuroses.
I looked through her closet some more and I noticed something in the back. "Why do you have a folding table in your bedroom closet?" I asked.
"It's my massage table, sir," she replied.
"You use it to get massages?" I asked.
"No, to give them," she said. "One of my past jobs was giving massages."
I glared at her darkly and then said, "You are going to be punished for this."
"Why sir?" she asked.
"How could you keep that from me?" I asked. "I love getting massages. Here is a whole other way that you could be pleasuring me, and you've been keeping it secret from me?"
"I'm sorry, sir!" she said, appearing to be upset. "It was a while ago, and I just didn't think of it. I'd love to give you a massage."
"Don't worry, when I'm done here, you'll show me how good a masseuse you were," I told her.
I went into her bathroom and looked around some there, but other than the standard tampons, pads and the like, there was nothing particularly revealing.
I went back to the bed and sat between her legs and ran my fingers lightly over her feet and toes before moving up to her legs. She was squirming from the feelings as I asked her, "What other secrets are you keeping from me?"
"Sir, a girl needs her secrets!" she said. "If I didn't keep any secrets from you, how would I be able to surprise you ever?"
"Fair enough," I said, running my fingers over her hips and up to her stomach.
"I do have one secret that I can tell you, sir," she said.
"What's that, princess?" I asked.
"My secret is that right now, I really, really, really want to cum!" she said.
"Well, if you are going to reveal your deepest secrets to me," I told her, "it's only fair that I help you out!" I lay down between her legs and starting nibbling at her pussy. I picked up her vibrator and turned it on high, then started dipping it in and out of her wet hole. I switched between sucking on her clit with the vibrator in her cunt to licking her cunt while the vibrator buzzed on her clit. She enjoyed all of it, and in no time was nearly there.
Just before she came I backed off and started running my tongue around the outside of her pussy. "No, sir!" she cried. "Please don't stop!"
I didn't give her mercy, however. I kept licking around the outside of her pussy and sometimes dropped down to her ass, until she had backed off of her orgasm. Then I started back in on her, bringing her close again, before stopping again.
"Why, sir? Please, make me cum! Why won't you make me cum?" she pleaded.
"I told you that you would be punished for hiding your skills for me," I informed her. "And you know something? Sometimes punishing you is very pleasurable for me!" I drove my face back into her pussy, pushing my tongue as deep as I could. Then I brought her to the brink again and backed off.
Finally, I felt she'd had enough and I took pity on her. I brought her back to the edge, but instead of backing off I sunk the vibrator into her ass, reached for her g-spot with my fingers and grabbed her clit in my teeth. In seconds her muscles were locked and instead of a scream, a high pitched whine emanated from her throat. Her ass and back were off the bed and she was completely supported by her heels and shoulders as she jammed her pussy into my face.
I left my fingers and the vibrator in her, but backed my face off so that I could see her cum. Her face was pulled into a grimace of pleasure and my hand was flooded by juices. Jamie often squirts a lot when she cums, but this was the most that I had seen. She stayed suspended for about 30 seconds before she screamed, "Stop, sir, please! I can't take any more!"
I pulled the vibrator and my fingers out of her and she collapsed on the bed. She was a sweaty, juicy mess. I wished I had my camera. As she got her breath back she said, "You are not just a bad man, sir, you are an evil man. Do you know that you nearly killed me? Can you imagine how my parents would feel when they claimed my body from the morgue? Cause of death: excessive orgasm!"
I untied her arms and legs and went to the bathroom. I started a bath for her and went back to the bedroom to get her. I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, put her into the bathtub and started washing her. As I was doing her hair she said, "Sir, I'm supposed to be taking care of you!"
"Silly rabbit," I said, "don't you know that watching you cum like that sometimes gives me more pleasure than cumming myself? And seeing how good it makes you feel when I scrub your hair like this makes me feel good, too. Anyway, I fully expect, demand in fact, that you treat me like this as well, but another time. Now I am going to enjoy pampering you."
I finished washing her and then had her stand next to the tub as I dried her body. I gave her a sleeveless tee shirt to wear. I loved the way her boobs peeked through the armholes and how the bottom of the tee barely covered her bottom. We went to the kitchen and I scrounged together a little brunch.
We talked about her family some more, and I asked what her parents were going to think about our living arrangements. "I guess they will freak a bit. It certainly is not the home they thought that I would make for myself. They were expecting the loving husband, kids, PTA. Whips, chains and slavery are not things that they even imagined for their daughter."
"Hey, I hardly ever whip you!" I protested.
"You know very well what I mean, sir," she said. "Knowing them, once I explain everything they will be supportive, but they will be praying that it is a phase that I am going through until I find the right man."
"Is it a phase?" I asked seriously.
She looked back at me with the same seriousness and said, "I don't know. I wish I did. It doesn't feel like one, but I never expect my relationships to end when I start them. Will I be 50 and still living with you and Becky? I just don't know. I just know that this feels more like a long-term relationship than any that I have ever been in." After a pause, she continued, "Which will freak my parents out even more."
She sighed and said, "You warned me this wouldn't be easy, sir."
We finished eating and we cleaned up. I told Jamie, "OK, time to pamper me. Break out the massage table; you are going to give me a very nice massage."
"Yes, sir!" she said happily. I really did enjoy getting massages. I hadn't had all that many of them, probably a dozen in my entire life, but I really considered it a treat when I got one. I have only ever had them from women, and I always felt them to be very sensual and somewhat sexual.
Each person performed the massage differently, and the touching usually turned me on. I always wondered, 'How close will they bring their hands to my naughty bits?' Most did the back and legs, but every now and again I would get one that would also do my ass, which I enjoyed. I suspected that Jamie would not be shy with where she put her hands.
After Jamie set up the table, she lowered the window shades and lights and put on some of that new age music that is supposed to relax you. "How long of a massage do you want, sir?" she asked.
"Until you are done," I told her.
"OK sir, just relax, and let me make you feel good."
She had me lie face down on the table and covered me with towels. She started on my back and neck. There are a lot of reasons to get a massage, but I've always gotten them for the sensual pleasure, not as therapy. I like a soft, but firm touch; not a painful, pummeling one. Jamie's touch was perfect.
If I hadn't just had a good night's sleep, it would have knocked me out. As it was, it put me into a complete state of relaxation with overtones of excitement. She worked her way down my back and kept going over my ass. Her fingers brushed the crack of my ass and my asshole, and I was getting quite hard against the table.
She moved down my legs and spent a long time making my feet and toes feel amazing. Then she moved back up and did my thighs, spreading my legs. Her fingernails ran across my ball sack and perineum before her hands moved back up onto my ass. As she moved from body part to body part, she kept uncovering and covering me again with the towels, and even that small action kept me on edge. She worked her way up my back again, then did my neck and scalp. I was in heaven.
She had me turn over and began on my with a face and scalp massage. Then she moved down to my shoulders and chest. She brushed by my crotch on her way down to my legs and feet again. She then worked her way back up to my thighs. I was glad this was not some stranger, because my cock was at full mast with anticipation. When she was done with my thighs she again ran her fingers gently around my balls and then she started massaging my cock.
And massaging was what she was doing. She wasn't jerking me off, she was massaging my cock. Her hands were warm and oily, and she was moving her hands slowly all around my cock. There were no furious movements. Rather she was rubbing the muscles of my dick. It was heavenly. She kept it up and I was getting closer when she started running her fingernails all around my cock and balls. That was it: I started cumming.
Just before I began she leaned over and put her mouth over my piss slit. She did not take the head of my cock into her mouth or otherwise blow me. Her mouth was just there to capture my cum as it was forced out by her still slowly moving hands.
When I finished cumming she moved her hands back up to my chest and shoulders, and then finished me off with more time on my face and scalp.
She finally kissed my lips and asked, "How was that, sir?"
"Magical," I sighed in response. "I hope you enjoy doing that, because as my slave you can expect to be doing it a lot! In some respects, I don't think that I have ever felt as good as I do right now."
"I'm glad I could make you happy, sir!" she said. "I'd be happy to do this every day!"
"How long were you working on me?" I asked.
"Almost two hours," she said.
"I can't believe it," I said. "I don't think I would survive getting these every day. I would just never get up from this table! But now we're going to have to get going. Thank you again; it was wonderful."
We got dressed again and headed back to the apartment. I insisted on bringing the massage table with us.
When we got home, Becky was pleased to see us. Since I was dragging the table, she grabbed Jamie and kissed her first. "Did you guys have a good time?" she asked.
"Amazing," Jamie answered. "How about you? Did you and your little friend come to an understanding?"
"We did," she said. "Chrissy, get out here and help with this stuff. What is this?"
"It's my massage table," Jamie said. "He found it and got all mad that I hadn't told him that I could do massages. He tortured me!"
"Oh, you poor girl!" Becky commiserated. "Did you love it?"
"Oh, yes," Jamie sighed dreamily. Chrissy took the table from me and put it by the wall.
"Did you know that she could do massages as well?" I asked Becky.
"Of course, sir!" she responded.
"And you didn't tell me! You bitch! You are going to be punished as well!"
"Oh, sir! I can't wait," she said huskily.
"What good is punishing these girls if they enjoy it so much?" I asked no one in particular.
I looked over at Chrissy. While Becky was dressed in her white mini skirt, Chrissy was completely naked. "Come here Chrissy," I said.
Chrissy looked over at Becky, and Becky said, "Slave, if he gives you an order you obey immediately! You don't look at me. His orders are the same as mine, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," she answered. She came over, and I had her turn around in front of me. Her hair was up in a pony tail, and she was not wearing any make up. She looked ridiculously young. She was wearing a heavy collar and cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her ass and back had welts on them, evidence of a whipping.
"Chrissy, did you enjoy your night alone with Becky?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir!" she gushed. "It was marvelous. I want to thank you for allowing her to be with me!"
"And what about you, Becky? Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"Well, I did miss you sir, but it was nice getting to know my little slave. We talked quite a lot," she said.
"Yes, she looks like she's been well talked to," I said with a smirk.
"I didn't say that we only talked, sir!" Becky protested with a grin.
"And then we were four," I said. "I think we are definitely going to have to start looking for a new place tomorrow. I shudder to think what it will be like trying to share the bathroom."
"We can get the real estate section in the morning and start looking then," Jamie said. "Even without Chrissy contributing anything we should be able to get a pretty nice place."
"Mistress, may I speak with you in private?" Chrissy said quietly to Becky.
"OK," Becky replied, and they left the room. I went to go put the massage table away. In a few minutes Becky and Chrissy came back into the room and Becky said, "Sir, Chrissy has something to offer you."
I looked at Chrissy and she came over and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Sir, when my parents moved away they gave me their apartment. It is far too large for just me, and I would be most honored if you would consider moving in with me. I think it would suit your needs very well."
I looked over her head at Becky, who just shrugged at me. I also looked questioningly at Jamie and she seemed to say, why not. "Well, it won't hurt to look at it," I said. "Why don't we go first thing in the morning, and then if it won't work we can continue looking at other places."
"Thank you, sir. I would be very happy if I could contribute this," Chrissy said.
"So, is there anything else on the agenda for tonight?" I asked.
"Can we all go out to dinner?" Becky asked.
"Fine with me," I said. "Anywhere in particular?"
"Don't worry, sir," Becky said. "I'll make the reservations. Would it be OK if the other slaves and I go to get our hair done before we go?"
"Fine with me," I said. "I have some other shopping that I need to do, plus if I have free time I'll need to rest. I think I should take more vitamins so that I can keep up with you!"
The girls got dressed and left, and I went out shopping. Becky had said that she wanted a ceremony to accept her status as slave, and I had some thoughts about what to do. I had to shop for some products and services.
I spent quite a bit of time out, but I still got back long before the girls. I decided to take my own advice and went in to take a nap.
I woke up when one of the girls quietly opened the door to look in. "I'm up," I said.
"I'm sorry, sir," Becky said.
"That's OK, I didn't want to sleep all day," I said. "I'll be out in a minute."
I went to the bathroom, and then I walked out of the bedroom into the living room. I stopped and I'm sure that my mouth was hanging open in shock.
There on the floor of the living room were three living dolls. All three of them were kneeling on the floor in position, legs apart and hands behind them. All three were also wearing new lingerie, identical in design. They were babydolls, tied at the neck and flowing open over the hip. They were opaque and silky, covering the breasts in material while making every ridge and bump evident as well as leaving their pussies on display.
On the right was Chrissy, blonde hair and blue eyes, in a red babydoll. Becky had finally gotten her pussy shaved or waxed, and she looked amazing. In the middle was Becky, wearing a green babydoll, which went great with her red hair. Finally next to her was Jamie, looking very different because she was now a brunette. She was wearing a blue babydoll. In addition to the identical clothing, their new hair styles matched exactly.
So I had before me three gorgeous women that were dressed and made up to appear similar. I had to sit down. I could not get any words out of my mouth. I kept thinking, how the hell did I end up like this?
Becky broke the silence, asking, "Do you like?"
I just nodded, and all three of the devils giggled! Finally my brain started shifting back into gear and I said, "I notice some things have changed."
"This was Becky's idea, sir," Jamie said, fingering her hair. "She said you had a redhead and two blondes, but you really needed a matched set. Since Chrissy was a natural blonde and I was not, I got nominated to be the brunette. I'd watch out though, sir. The way Becky works, she probably won't be happy until you have someone with black hair as well!"
"Oh god!" someone muttered, and I realized it was me. "Stay there!" I said, and I went to go get my camera. They all smiled as I took a dozen pictures of them. I sighed and said, "I want proof of this later so that I don't think I was just dreaming."
"I also noticed that you switched off colors," I said.
"Yes, sir," Chrissy said. "My Mistress' red hair looks better with the green, so she took that. I thought the red went better with my eyes and hair, so Jamie got the blue." I just shook my head.
Becky got up and pulled the other two up with her. "Sir, I know that we are wearing things in the house that you did not approve. You may punish us, now."
"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "I've just approved those outfits. If you want a good spanking however, just ask."
"OK, sir, but not now," Becky said. "Now we have to get ready to go out to dinner. Chrissy, go give him a shower and get him dressed!"
"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked.
"Not tonight, master," Becky said with a smirk as she kissed my lips. I grabbed her and pulled her across my lap and did give her the spanking she was clearly looking for. When I was done, I got up and went with Chrissy.
Chrissy gave me a nice shower, washing my body completely. I took advantage of the situation to fondle her tight young body as well. After we were done I went out and Chrissy picked out some nice clothes for me to wear. They were dressy and I wondered where we were going tonight.
"Now you go out and stay in the living room while we get ready, sir," Chrissy told me, so off I went. This mastering business seems to involve a lot of obeying one's slaves, I noted to myself.
I watched a little TV while I waited for them. About thirty minutes later I heard the bedroom door open and I watched them come out. First came Becky in green, then Chrissy in red, and finally, Jamie in blue.
They were each wearing a one piece dress that looked like silk or satin and was flowing from their shoulders to their thighs. The dresses were sleeveless, and if they were not wearing high heels and fully made up, I'd say they were pajamas and they were ready for bed.
I also noticed that they had on new necklaces. They looked like chokers, and they had a chain falling in a Y from the center front, disappearing down their dresses. Each was also wearing bracelets with little chains hanging down from them. They stood there and posed for me.
"Wow," was all that I could say.
Becky's eyes were glinting in amusement. She was clearly having a great time keeping me off balance. "Watch this, sir," she said. She reached over to Chrissy and pulled the necklace chain out from under the neckline of her dress. At the end of the chain was a little loop that she slipped a couple of fingers into. "We are all leashed for you, sir."
This was going to be an interesting night.
We took a cab to the restaurant. Becky and Jamie sat in the back with me, while Chrissy sat in the front seat. As soon as we were in the cab, Becky reached forward and grabbed Chrissy's leash. "I want her to know that she's mine," Becky explained.
We got to the restaurant and went to the door. Becky was to my right in green, Jamie to my left in blue and Chrissy, behind me, her hand on my back, in red. They intentionally made it obvious that they were with me. As we were seated, there was not a single eye in the entire restaurant that was not on our procession. I'd like to think at least some of them were looking at me, but I knew realistically that the only ones looking at me were not paying attention to me, but were instead thinking, 'How did that dog get so lucky?'
We sat down and the girls all took their leashes out. Becky and Jamie gave me theirs while Chrissy gave hers to Becky. Once again, the girls expected me to order for them, though surprisingly, Becky ordered for Chrissy, but not for herself.
The women all had wine and we talked about inconsequentials for most of the dinner. It was a little difficult to eat with the chains in my hand, but I managed, only occasionally pulling someone's neck. Of course, every time that someone was Becky, she gasped and shuddered. She didn't mind at all.
When we were done with dinner I asked, "Home?"
Becky said, "As dressed as we are, we'd like to show off a little. There is a nice club I'd like to go to."
"You know I don't dance much," I said.
"That's OK," she said. "We'll dance the fast numbers without you, and we'll share you for the slow ones." I agreed and we were off to the club. There was a line, but not for us. Three women looking as hot as mine went right to the front of the line, especially considering that they gave me all three of their leashes so that I was leading my pack of women.
On the line outside and in the club we continued to be the center of attention. We went to the bar and got some drinks, and then Becky said, "Sir. Is it OK if we go to dance?"
I said, "Fine, just don't forget about me."
She smiled and said, "Never," and gave me a big kiss. Each of them gave me a kiss before heading out to the dance floor, and they were not little goodbye kisses. They were big, I-want-your-body kisses.
I watched them dancing and writhing on the floor. When they twirled, their skirts flew up, making it clear they were sans underwear. They would also grind against each other, rubbing their hands on each other.
While I was watching this very hunky model type comes over with a girl draped on his arm. He nodded to the three girls and asked, "Are those girls with you?"
I answered in the affirmative and he asked, "Do you share?"
I looked him up and down and said, "Nope."
He looked disgruntled, and he took his girl onto the dance floor. I noticed that he got close to my girls and tried talking to them, but my lovelies were having none of it.
The song slowed down and Jamie came back to grab me. She plastered herself to me and we slow danced around the dance floor. I noticed that Becky and Chrissy were dancing together, and Becky had her hands under Chrissy's dress, fondling her ass.
Jamie kissed me and said, "I'm having fun, thanks for allowing us to come!" I kissed her again and ground my hard cock against her stomach. As I held her I slipped my hands under her skirt, fondling her ass. She pulled one of my hands around front and put it on her tit while she tried licking my tonsils.
Jamie pulled away as Becky tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "May I cut in?" Jamie bowed to her and grabbed Chrissy to dance with her as Becky attached herself to me. There was no slow workup; she just started humping me on the dance floor. She separated her legs around one of mine and was riding up and down it, dragging her skirt up with every stroke. I reached under her skirt as I did with Jamie, but there was no cupping of her ass; instead I speared a finger right up her asshole.
She leaned back, holding me around the neck and with her legs wrapped around one of mine. Her mouth gaped open as she shrieked and came. The noise was lost in the music, but anyone watching knew what had happened. She leaned into me again and just moved against me as she caught her breath.
After a few minutes she looked up as Chrissy tapped her on the shoulder. She kissed my cheek and warned, "I told Chrissy she would be punished if she didn't top what I did." She smiled playfully as she went to slow dance with Jamie.
Chrissy started dancing all around me, rubbing her body against mine. She was very subtle, and even I almost didn't notice it, but in just a few revolutions around me she had my pants and zipper open. She started pushing against me in the front. Then she reached down and pulled my hard cock out of my pants! I thought this was going a little too far when she grabbed my neck with her arms and jumped up onto me. I was now dancing around while supporting her.
I'd seen others doing this, so it wasn't completely outrageous. What was outrageous was when she reached down and slipped my cock into her hot, dripping pussy. I was now fucking Chrissy while I danced around the floor! "Chrissy!" I hissed, trying to get her to dismount.
She put her mouth by my ear and said, "I'm sorry, sir. She told me to always obey you, but in this case her orders supersede yours. I'm not getting down till I cum, so the faster you make me cum, the faster I'll get down."
I gave up trying to reason with her and moved my hand around to cup her ass. I thought if it worked for Becky it would work for Chrissy, so I stuck a finger up her ass. I also reached my other hand into her dress and squeezed a nipple. That did it, and she started cumming on my cock. I would like to say that it was my fantastic staying power that kept me from cumming, but it was really nerves and position. In any event, she hopped off and discretely zipped my still hard cock back into my pants.
Becky and Jamie came up and Becky told Chrissy, "Well, you did what I told you to," and kissed Chrissy as a reward. Chrissy looked very pleased with herself. We all left the dance floor to get drinks, and a number of guys said, "Way to go," "All right," or similar platitudes to congratulate me on my efforts.
"There's one more thing we want to do, sir," Becky said. That made me nervous, but I followed as she pulled me down the hall by the restrooms. In this part of the club were quite a few people in clinches. I saw some exposed breasts fondled as well as one couple actually fucking up against the wall.
Becky led me near this couple and pushed me against the wall. Then all three girls dropped to their knees in front of me and slipped out of the tops of their dresses. As Becky pulled my cock out I marveled at how we must look; a man with his cock out in front of three kneeling, topless woman - a blonde, a brunette and a redhead.
The three of them moved forward and started passing my cock around like a cigarette, each of them taking a lick or suck before passing it along. Jamie in the middle got it coming and going. The couple fucking next to us slowed down their action to watch, and I saw a number of other people looking as well. The stimulation of the entire night was too much for me and I said, "I'm cumming!"
Jamie grabbed my cock and pointed it at Becky. The first shot hit her neck and tits. She then pointed at her own face and tits and got painted with another spurt. Finally she pointed it at Chrissy who got a little spurt on her breasts. Becky grabbed my cock and cleaned it off with her tongue. The three then stood up, holding their dresses from falling down, and took turns kissing me. Then, without cleaning themselves off, they put their dresses back on and pulled me back to the club.
We only stayed about another ten minutes to have another drink, but I could clearly see people pointing at us and talking. While it was a bizarre situation, out of the realm of anything that I was used to, I have to say my ego was not hurting. Everyone in that club knew these three ladies were mine. Life was good.
Becky and Jamie were all over me in the cab on the way home, pulling me to each of them for kisses and fondles. As soon as we got inside the apartment, each of them stripped their dresses off. "Wait here, sir," Jamie giggled and pulled the other two with her to the bedroom. There was a lot of thumping and moving about in the bedroom until I heard Jamie call, "Please come in here, sir."
I walked into the bedroom to another lovely sight. Chrissy was on the left side of the bed, Becky in the middle and Jamie on the right. They were all naked except for their collars, cuffs and a scarf tied around their eyes. Chrissy's blindfold was red, Becky's green and Jamie's was blue. Additionally, their hands were each tied to the headboard. 'How did they manage that?' I wondered.
"We're just three helpless maidens sir, unable to defend ourselves," Jamie said. "Please be gentle with us."
"Screw that!" said Becky, "Fuck us hard. Use us. Make us your sluts!"
I immediately got rid of my clothes, but then I wasn't sure where to start! What does one do with three willing women? How does one pleasure all of them? I figured for my first act I would pleasure them serially, so I began on my left. I started licking Chrissy's lovely little snatch. Getting her moist was not a problem, and I decided that for all three of these lovely creatures, my first attempt would be hands free.
Using just my tongue and my face I assaulted her dripping pussy. I drilled my tongue into her hole while rubbing her clit with my nose. I decided that my no hands rule didn't apply to their tits, so I reached up and grabbed one between my fingertips, and with my other hand I started lightly rubbing one of Becky's.
Chrissy was very vocal, giving a play-by-play dialogue to Jamie and Becky. "Oh, yes, he has his tongue in me. Now he's biting my clit. Oh, he makes me feel so good!" and words to that effect. In a short time I heard her say, "Now he's going to make me cum. His tongue is going to make me cum! It is, it is! I'm there! I'm cummmmming!"
After I was done with her, I moved up her body and kissed her. She kissed back hard, trying to lick all of her juices off of me. My cock was pressing against her, and by some miracle was lined up directly with her open pussy. I couldn't help it and I pushed into her for a minute, held it there as I kissed her, and then pulled all the way out.
"That's not fair, sir! How could you stop!" she cried.
"What did he do?" Becky asked.
"He put his cock in me, but them he took it out!" Chrissy whined.
Becky didn't get a chance to respond before I got between her legs and reached for her clit with my teeth. She was equally vocal, giving the two others a detailed description of what I was doing, and how it made her feel. In to time, it made her feel like cumming, and she announced it loudly.
Finally I went after Jamie, and she was easy. I might not have used my hands on her pussy, but with Jamie, some hard squeezes of her nipples and she was there. Her screaming how much she loved having her tits mauled confirmed this, as did the juices that squirted out of her. Nipple clamps were definitely in this girl's future.
And now it was my turn. I went back to Chrissy and got between her legs. With no additional foreplay I sank my cock into her steamy pussy and stroked her ten times, then I moved to Becky and did the same, followed by Jamie.
Now one would think that going from girl to girl and fucking each of them is a great thing, and it is. But there are all sorts of realities to think of, like legs in the way, bumped knees, hands pushing on the wrong part of a body. This was definitely porn sex; it was hot to think about, but somewhat awkward to execute. Nonetheless, with three naked, tied, horny girls, I was going to live out my fantasies.
After a round of fucking their pussies I went to our toy box and got out a vibrator. I then went to Jamie and got between her legs. I lifted her legs to my shoulders and positioned myself at her asshole, and then in one slow stroke I buried myself deep into her. She groaned deeply as I went in, then panted as she told the others, "Oh god, he is so deep in my ass!"
To make it even better for her as I slowly fucked her ass I turned the vibrator on and pressed it against her clit. Within a few strokes she was screaming in joy again. After the tenth stoke into her ass I simply buried myself there and left my cock inside her as I played with her clit until she came. The feeling of her ass squeezing around my cock was amazing, and it was difficult to keep from cumming. However I had to, because my chore was not yet over; I had to pleasure two other beauties (sigh). My work was never done.
When Jamie was done I went to Becky and repeated the performance almost exactly, to the same result. Then I moved to Chrissy, whom I knew did not have a lubed ass. Becky clearly remembered the same thing, because she encouraged me with, "Do it. Fuck that slave's dry ass. Make her scream!" While her ass wasn't lubricated, my cock was, and I was able to get it into her ass. It was very tight however, and between that and the vibrator on her clit she was cumming before my tenth stroke.
After I had reached ten I was very close, so I got up and went to Chrissy's head. I jerked myself the rest of the way and rested the head of my cock in her mouth. "Save it for the others," I told her as I squirted into her mouth. Then I collapsed onto the bed next to her.
After resting for a few minutes I got up and untied the three women from the headboard. Becky immediately rolled over and kissed Chrissy who grabbed my cum from her mouth. When she was done, she rolled the other way and passed some to Jamie. Meanwhile, I crawled between Jamie and Becky and collapsed. It had been a hard day!
"How did you all manage to get all three of you tied up?" I asked.
"Slipknot," Chrissy said. "It's useful to know when you want to be tied up alone."
"Ahhh, tricks of the trade," I said, smiling.
"On the floor, slave," Becky told Chrissy.
"One moment Mistress," she replied. She crawled between my legs and cleaned my cock off with her mouth. Then she crawled to the side of the bed that Becky was on and curled up on her blankets. Jamie grabbed the covers and covered the three of us, and we all went to sleep, exhausted.
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.
Chapter 24
Monday - Day 24
I woke up in the morning, and without even opening my eyes I could tell that it was Jamie sucking on my cock. Not only that, but she was not doing it very seriously. I could tell she was just playing with me, not trying to get me to cum. I figured out why a moment later when Becky came out of the bathroom and said, "Hey, that's my job!"
"Who's the lazy one now?" she asked, starting to move her mouth more seriously on my cock.
I pulled her off my cock by her hair and looked right into her eyes. I said, "What did I tell the two of you about bickering?" I looked over at Becky, and both girls were looking chastened.
"Chrissy," I called out. She looked at me from the bottom of the bed and I told her, "For the rest of the week, it is your responsibility to get me off in the morning."
She looked at Becky for confirmation, and Becky said sharply, "I told you that you must do whatever he says! Don't look at me for permission. If he tells you to do something, you should treat it as if it were a command from me!"
Chrissy nodded and moved up between my legs. I continued to hold Jamie by her hair, and Becky stood and watched as Chrissy pleasured me. She started licking my balls, then moved up and swallowed my cock. When I say swallowed, I mean that literally. Becky had clearly lifted the deep throat restriction from Chrissy, because she took my entire cock straight down her throat with no preliminaries. She began swallowing and licking around it. As good as Becky was getting at this, Chrissy was far better.
She worked on me for a few minutes, allowing me to get close and then backing off for a minute. She did this three times until finally I had enough and I said, "Make me cum!"
She took her mouth off my cock for a minute and asked, "Sir, would it be OK if I shared your cum with my Mistresses?"
I smiled down at her and said, "Sure," and she quickly took me into her throat again. Just as I started to cum she backed off and left just the head of my cock in her mouth as she jerked the shaft with her hand, and I came hard into her mouth.
When I was done, she reached up and pulled Jamie's head to her and gave her a kiss, pushing some of my cum into her mouth. Then she got up and stood in front of Becky. Interestingly, while she had grabbed Jamie's head to pull her into the kiss, she did not do that for Becky. She stood in front of Becky, waiting for her mistress to initiate the action. Becky dropped her towel and pressed her body to Chrissy's as she kissed her slave's mouth. They remained kissing for a few minutes, until all of the cum was gone.
"That was very thoughtful of you," Becky said to Chrissy. "I'm going to have to find a way to reward you."
"Your pleasure is reward enough, Mistress," Chrissy said.
"Perhaps," Becky replied, "but I'll try and find a more tangible expression of my gratitude."
Becky finished dressing with Chrissy assisting, and she got ready to go off to work. Before she left I told her to take a package from the dresser with her. "What is this, sir?" she asked.
"Just take it," I told her. "Don't look in it, but you'll need it later."
"Yes, sir!" she said, and off to work she went.
Chrissy went to make coffee for herself and Jamie, and as I was getting up Jamie said, "I'm sorry, sir. Sometimes I am having so much fun being part of this family, I forget my place."
"That's OK," I told her. "I am much happier with us as a family that can have fun interacting than I would be in a straight master/slave relationship. As long as you understand that occasionally I will bring you up short if I feel you've stepped over the line."
"You should, sir," she agreed. "I knew what I was getting into when I joined you; you made it clear that you were in charge, and I accepted that. If I do anything to displease you, please punish me. I am trying hard to be a good slave girl, but this is all new to me. Becky seems to be taking to it more than I am."
"That's not necessarily true," I told her. "She is certainly more adventurous trying to find things that she thinks would please me, but as a result she goes over the line far too much. You are obedient and loving all of the time. I know where I stand with you, and I need that in my life, especially when Becky goes off the deep end."
"She can certainly do that, can't she?" Jamie asked.
"That she can," I said. "I live in fear of her next move. I spend Tuesdays waffling between anticipation and fear. On weekends, I never know what she is going to pull. But what about you? You've been here a while now. How do you feel about everything? Especially living with Becky? Do you feel that you have to compete with her?"
"Well first of all, I have to say that I am very happy. I told Jill that I am enjoying this, and I was not lying. It really is like a family, and I've missed that since I've moved away from home. A family with benefits. I'd never have believed that one man could keep three women sexually satisfied, but I have never had more sex in my life, even when I was just starting a relationship. And it certainly has never been this good!"
"Well, luckily I am not the only one who can pleasure you," I responded. "If you were three completely straight women, I would be dead right now. The three of you being bisexual certainly makes my life easier."
"Wow," Jamie said. "I never thought of myself as bisexual. I have never really been with women before, and I always thought of myself as straight. And here I am: a true blue bisexual. Wow."
"Does that bother you?" I asked.
"No, though it bothers me that it doesn't," she said. "I mean, I was brought up fairly sheltered, and while I'm sure that there were bisexuals that I knew, I didn't know they were. I guess I could never understand lesbians and never really thought of bisexuals, but now I could see living with a woman, though I do love cock!"
"I'm glad of that," I said, smiling at her.
"You know, you shouldn't put yourself down," she told me. "I bet if we were horrified of touching each other, you would still find a way to satisfy us all."
"I'm not sure about that, but I'd try," I said. "I love you, and if you have any troubles with how things are going, I want you to tell me, OK?"
"Yes, sir. I love you too," she said.
We got up and got ready for work. On my way out, Chrissy stopped me and asked if she could talk to me. I kissed Jamie good bye and went back to talk to Chrissy.
"I wanted to apologize and to thank you, sir," she said.
"Apologize for what, and thank me for what?" I asked.
"I want to apologize for the way that I've been around you," Chrissy said. "Mistress told me that I should obey you, and I still kept looking to her when you gave me an order. I was not obeying you, and I was not obeying my Mistress. It was wrong, and I hope that you will punish me for it."
"And you wanted to thank me for what?" I asked.
"I wanted to thank you for taking me yesterday," she said. "I know that if it was Mistress or Mistress Jamie at the sink, you would not have treated her that way. I know that you are gentler than that, and I know that you treated me that way because that is what makes me happy. Thank you for making me happy. Thank you for allowing Mistress to own me. I know that all of you could manage just fine without me, but I could not manage without Mistress. Thank you."
I went up to her and kissed her. "Stay here a minute," I told her, and I went to the bedroom. I got the nipple clips and tightened them up. I went back out and attached them to Chrissy's nipples. "You have one minute to lubricate my cock with your saliva, and then I am going to fuck you in your ass," I told her.
She looked at me uncomprehending for a moment, then smiled and sank to her knees. She hauled out my cock and slathered it with her spit. She then got up and leaned over. I moved forward and placed my cock at the entrance to her ass and said, "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."
"Please, sir, fuck my ass," she begged. "Fuck Mistress's slave's ass! Rape me, hurt me!"
I pushed hard into her dry ass, and then pulled out. I spit into her asshole and shoved in again. She was screaming and begging, asking me to fuck her harder; to use her; to hurt her. I fucked her as hard as I could, and despite having cum in her mouth earlier, I was ready to cum again. I slammed in as deep as I could and came hard. As I did, I reached around and pulled at the chain connecting the nipple clips. That set her completely off. She wailed and shuddered and then dropped to her stomach.
I pulled out and went to get a towel to clean off my cock. When she saw what I was doing she said, "I'm sorry, sir, that's my job," and started getting up.
"Stay there," I instructed her. I finished cleaning myself up and I put my cock away. I went over and kissed her ass, which was still sticking in the air. "You may not clean yourself off," I told her. "Anything that leaks out stays where it is. I want you to tell your mistress about this when she gets home, and I want her to see the evidence."
As I was leaving for work I said, "So far this morning I came in your mouth and your ass. Maybe if you are good, I'll do your pussy when I get home."
"I hope so, sir," she said, and I left her lying there on the couch.
I was at my desk when I received my Monday phone call. It was Becky, and she was on speakerphone. "Sir, I am in my office with Rachel and Joan, and we would like permission to go out tomorrow night. Do you have any conditions?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," I said. "Becky, pull up your dress and show them your pussy."
"What?" I heard Joan say, but I knew that Becky was doing it.
"Do you notice anything about it?" I asked.
"She's not wearing panties," Joan said.
"You knew that from last week," I said. "What else?"
"She's shaved," Rachel said.
"That's right," I said. "Becky told me how your Tuesday nights are now panty-free. They are also going to be hair free. If you want to go out with Becky, Jamie and Chrissy tomorrow night, you are going to let Becky shave you right now. Becky, the bag you took this morning should have all the necessary supplies."
"That's all you need us to do?" Joan asked.
"That's all you are going to do," I told her, "but Rachel has a little bit more to do. I want to make sure that your husband is happy, and I want proof of it. Therefore, tomorrow morning before you go to work, you are to have him fuck you. But before he cums, I want you to make sure he pulls out, and I want him to cum on your bald pussy. You have to leave it there and go to work, and I want you to get up on Becky's desk and show her your cum covered pussy. Will you do that for me?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time. I heard Becky tell Rachel, "You told me how much your husband loved what you did last week. He will flip when you do this. Tell him how you want his cum on you all day. He'll rape you when you get home from our night out!"
"Well, he is more amorous on Tuesday nights now. OK, I'll do it," Rachel said.
"Becky," I said, "you have to do it on your desk, not in the bathroom."
"But, sir..." she started.
"No buts," I said, "except Rachel's and Joan's on your desk. If you want to go out tomorrow night, this is the condition. I'll talk to you later." I hung up and went back to work, after adjusting my cock a little.
When I got home, Becky greeted me at the door. "You had an interesting day, didn't you?" she asked.
"No more than yours, I'm sure," I replied.
"Sir, next time you put nipple clamps on my slave, please remember to take them off," she told me.
"Do you mean she wore them all day?" I asked, shocked.
"You know her, sir," Becky said. "She is very literal when it comes to following orders. You put them on her, and didn't tell her she could take them off. So she didn't."
"Was she hurt?" I asked.
"Not seriously," Becky told me, "though her nipples will be sore for a while. We both have to be more careful about what we tell her to do. She told me how she apologized to you and she also said she would follow your orders like they were mine, even if mine were different. I think she finally gets it."
"Now I just have to make sure that I don't hurt her too badly," I said. "Is she angry at me?"
"Are you kidding, sir?" Becky replied. "She thinks that it is a sign that you love her because you were willing to hurt her so much."
"Man, is this universe screwed up," I said. "Even when I do something wrong it works to my benefit. I don't know what set everything upside down so that I am on top for a change, but I hope the wheel doesn't turn for a while.
"And how about you, Becky? Did you enjoy having two new pussies right in front of your nose?"
"That was an evil trick, sir!" she said.
"How so?" I asked.
"You put them in front of me, like forbidden fruit! But it didn't work out like you planned," she said.
"Why not? I asked.
"They agreed to it, and Rachel went first. I cleaned my desk off while Joan got a bowl of water and Rachel took her bottom off. Rachel got onto my desk and I cut her hair, and then shaved it clean. I covered her with lotion when I was done, and she kept looking at it. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but I suggested playing the little girl sometimes, but not tonight. Tonight I told her to get eaten, because nothing feels better than to have your naked box eaten!
"After she was done I had Joan get up. I cut and shaved her, and then put lotion on. When I was done she said, 'You can if you want.' I asked her what she meant, and she said, 'I know you want to lick it, I can see the way that you keep looking and licking your lips. If you want a taste, you can have one.'
"Sir, I was shocked, but she was right. You've turned me girl crazy. The whole time that she and Rachel were spread in front of me, all I could think was, 'I wonder how it tastes.' And then she offered it to me. I didn't know what to do. Rachel looked shocked as well. Joan said, 'Your boyfriend got to spend time with me, why shouldn't you?'
"Sir, I couldn't help it. I tasted her. I ran my tongue over her lips and up to her clit. It tasted so good, I dove in. I sucked and licked her until she came, right on my desk. I know I shouldn't have done that without asking, and I'm sorry sir. Please punish me for being with someone else without permission."
"That is a very serious thing," I said. "I would not be with anyone without you knowing about it in advance, and I expect the same from you. You will be punished, and severely, but it will wait, because Joan needs to be punished as well. Her task next week will be to come over here, and you will both be punished. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry!" she said, and I saw that she was crying.
"Becky, I know that our relationship has changed, and it is a little bizarre to talk about cheating when we share our bed with two other women, but I still consider this a committed relationship! You may be with Jamie and Chrissy at any time, because they are part of our family. If I want you to sleep with someone else, then I will tell you, and you may, be they man or woman. But you may not, under any circumstances, do anything sexual to another person, man or woman, without my advance knowledge and permission, do you understand?"
She nodded. "In exchange, I promise that I will not stray. I've enjoyed the women that you've gotten for me, and I am not telling you to stop. But you need to understand that I'll never just pick somebody up. If I sleep with anyone, or do anything sexual to anyone, it will be after you or Jamie knows about it, do you understand?"
She nodded again. "I guess it is partially my fault," I continued. "I presented them to you, on a platter. I didn't think through the consequences; I didn't think about how you might have interpreted it. I'm sorry, and as a result, your punishment will be relatively. Next time, however, it will be much worse, OK?"
She nodded again, and I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. "I love you, and I don't want to lose you," I told her.
"I love you too, sir, and I wasn't thinking," she said, sobbing. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize until just now how bad what I did was. I'm sorry! Please forgive me. I swear it will never happen again."
"I forgive you," I said, "though I will still punish you. But you should also apologize to Jamie. You cheated on her as well."
Becky pulled back with a stunned look on her face. "I never thought of that. Please, sir, I have to go tell her!" I let her go and she ran to the bedroom where Jamie was. Becky was crying and Jamie asked what was wrong. Becky spilled the whole story out and begged for forgiveness. Jamie just held her and told her it was alright, that in the same situation, she might have done the same thing, and that she still loved Becky.
After a few more minutes, the tears were dried and things were back to normal. Becky tried apologizing to Chrissy as well, but Chrissy wouldn't hear about it. "Mistress," she said, "if you wanted to sleep with the entire Dallas Cowboys and all the cheerleaders, it would not be my place to be offended. I am here for your use when you please, nothing more." It amazed me the different levels of slavery and mastery that we had in our home.
After dinner, Becky told Chrissy to go to the bedroom. Then she and Jamie came over and knelt down in front of me. "Sir," Becky said, "we need to talk to you."
"OK," I said. "What do we need to talk about?"
"Sir, this coming Sunday will be the thirtieth day of my trial period," Becky said.
"I know that, and I've been thinking about it a lot," I said.
"But sir, it will be only two weeks for Jamie, and we all agreed to a month trial. Sir, I can't believe that I am asking for this, but would you be willing to have me lend one of my weeks to Jamie?"
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, completely confused.
"I want to be your slave more than anything," Becky said, "but I don't want to be in a different place than Jamie. Therefore, I would like to extend my trial period by one week, and reduce Jamie's by one. If you agree to that, sir, than Jamie and I can both become your slaves on the same day. Will you allow us to do that, sir, please?"
I sat back and thought about this. I was very surprised by this, because Becky had been very eager to move forward. "Do you really want to delay this a week, tiger?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said. "It would make me very happy to have Jamie become a slave with me."
"And what about you, princess," I asked Jamie. "Are you willing to give up a week? Do you think that you can make a rational decision after only three weeks? Do you really think you can commit that soon?"
"Sir, I can commit right now," Jamie said. "I would be perfectly happy being collared by you right here, right now, but Becky felt that you wouldn't go for that, that you wouldn't allow me to join with her this weekend."
"She's right, I wouldn't," I told her. "I want to make sure that you are sure. I am pretty sure that I know the answer, but I want to be 100% sure.
"OK, if that is what you both want, then if everyone still agrees next week, I will collar both of you a week from Saturday."
"Oh, thank you sir!" they both screamed and launched themselves at me. It's always fun to have two squirming naked women trying to kiss and hug you.
"While we are on the topic of our ceremony," I said, trying to separate from them a little, "I want to talk to you about it. You mentioned that you wanted a ceremony, and I've been giving it some thought, but I want to know what you want to happen, and who you want there."
"Sir," Becky said, "You are going to own us. You are going to be our master. I think that it is up to you to decide on what should happen. It should be up to you to decide everything in our lives!"
"I understand that," I said, "and I knew that you would do that. But is there anything in particular you are looking for?"
"Sir," Becky said, "I hope that you collar me, that you ring me, and that you mark me permanently. I want it to be completely clear to anyone that I am yours!"
"And what about you, princess?" I asked Jamie.
"When I first started talking to Becky, I was very nervous," Jamie told me, "especially about the permanent marking. But not any more. Tattoo me, brand me, cut me; do whatever you want. But I, too, want it to be clear who owns me."
I could only shake my head at these women, and thank the fates that gave them to me.
"I know who I would like to invite, but tell me who you would like to see in attendance," I told them.
"Our friends," Becky said.
"Jill and Lisa and Bob and Mark and Mike and Joan," Jamie said.
"And Rachel and Joan and Nelly and Ronnie," Becky added. "And my family."
"Your family?" I asked. "You want your mother and father there?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said. "This is my wedding. I am committing to you for the rest of my life. I think it is important that my family be at my wedding. I won't hide from them. I have to explain to them what my life will be like."
"Do you feel the same way, princess?" I asked Jamie.
"Yes, sir," she answered, "although I'll have to see how my parents react to decide if I will invite them. Do you think they can get you for bigamy? Because I view this as my wedding as well."
"I think that as long as we don't get married officially, it is not bigamy. Besides, slavery is illegal, so if they wanted to get me on something, it could be that," I told them. "You do realize that for at least some portion of the ceremony you will be completely naked, don't you?"
They both nodded. "And you are OK with everyone seeing that?" I asked.
"If they ever come to visit, and I hope that they all will, they will see just as much," Jamie explained.
"I guess that is true," I said. "Becky, what about Chrissy? Will she have a part of the ceremony, and will you be doing any kind of ceremony with her?"
"Sir, I've talked to her," Becky informed me. "She does not want her parents to know about her lifestyle, and she has no close friends. She is happy with the ceremonies that we have already had, though how you use her in our ceremony is up to you."
"OK, so it's settled," I said. "I will come up with an appropriate ceremony and we will have it a week from Saturday. Between now and then it is your responsibility to talk to your families and invite them. Let me know if there is anyone else that you want to invite besides the people you've already mentioned. But right now, I want to take my two prospective slaves to bed and make love to them."
We got up and went to the bedroom. Chrissy was curled up on the floor. I pulled the girls onto the bed next to each other. I sat with a knee between each of their legs, and I started kissing their faces. I kissed each of them deeply, and then started down their bodies. I kissed Jamie's cheek, then Becky's neck, then Jamie's shoulder. I spent a very long time on each of their breasts. At the same time, I was running my hands lightly up and down their bodies, wishing that I had more hands.
I played with their whole bodies with the exception of their pussies, which I did not touch. When I finished with their feet I moved back up so that my face was near theirs. "Which one of you lovely ladies should I make love to first?" I asked.
Jamie said "Becky!" at the same time that Becky said "Jamie!"
"Now this is the kind of bickering that I like," I said. I moved between Jamie's legs and planted my cock into her as I kissed Becky. I pulled Becky over so that she was kissing and hugging us as we moved together. I slowly went in and out of Jamie while Becky played with Jamie's nipples. I gave up Becky's mouth so that she could kiss Jamie; I moved my mouth to Jamie's nipples. I reached under and wrapped my arms around Jamie and squeezed her to me as I slowly rocked in and out of her. I felt Becky's arms moving around both of us as I ground my pelvis into Jamie's clit. I started moving faster as Jamie's rate of breathing increased. I knew that Jamie was done when she clenched up. I felt her nails digging into my back and my cock felt like it was in a vise.
When Jamie relaxed I kissed her and climbed off. I rolled Becky onto her back and climbed between her legs. I quickly submerged my cock into her hot pussy. I started the slow rocking I had done with Jamie, feeling her cunt walls clenching around my cock. I wrapped my arms around her as well, and Jamie eventually got enough strength back to roll over and start kissing and fondling every available part of our bodies. I started rocking faster and this time it was Becky that was breathing heavily. She climbed to her peak and then went right over.
When Becky had finished I rolled off of her so that I was lying between the two of them. "He didn't cum!" Becky told Jamie.
"Why did you stop, then?" Jamie asked me.
"I wanted to satisfy the two of you," I said.
"Oh no you don't!" Jamie said. She straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. "Get up here," she told Becky, and helped Becky to straddle my face. Two pussies, one on my face and one on my cock. Could life get any better? They were both riding me, and I started getting close. I could hear and feel them kissing and fondling each other. I pulled Becky up a little and ran my tongue back to her asshole and stuck my tongue as far in as I could. That set Becky off again, and she ground her cunt and against my face. She pinched Jamie's nipples hard, which set her off as well. Her pussy clenched insanely tightly, and as soon as it loosened a millimeter I was spurting my cum into her.
The two women collapsed off me to the side, still kissing. I relaxed for a while and Jamie climbed over me to snuggle on my left side, stopping momentarily to clean my cock with her tongue and lips. Becky crawled to my right and we all traded kisses. "I love both of you more than I can say," I told them. They smiled and kissed me, and we all fell asleep in a pile.
Chapter 25
Tuesday - Day 25
On Tuesday morning, I woke not to a blowjob, but to light kisses on my lips, cheeks and ears. I opened my eyes and Becky's face was right there. "You said that Chrissy should provide your morning blow job, but you never said she was the one who had to wake you up," Becky said. As she was talking to me, I felt Chrissy start going to work on my cock. "I hope that it was not too presumptuous of me to wake you up this way, sir."
"It's actually quite nice," I said, pulling her in for a kiss. I moaned into her mouth as I felt Chrissy's throat closing over the head of my cock. Once again, I was kissing one woman while being serviced by another. I wrapped my arms around Becky and reached down to cup her ass under her skirt. I could feel the slipperiness on her ass that indicated that Chrissy had already lubed her up, so in order to avoid wasting a perfectly good lubed ass, I dipped two fingers into it. Now it was time for Becky to moan into my mouth.
We all kept this up until I got close, when I decided to send Becky to work with a little something extra. I broke my kiss with Becky and said, "Stop now, Chrissy," and amazingly, she did! I knew that if it were Becky, or even Jamie, they would have tried to get in those few extra licks. Becky looked confused, but Chrissy just looked like she was awaiting her next instruction. I swung my feet off the bed, and at the same time pulled Becky's upper body onto the bed. I stepped behind her, pulled her skirt up, and shoved my cock into the same orifice that my fingers had been in moments ago.
"Ohhhh!" Becky groaned as I pumped her. Chrissy had me primed, so in just a few strokes I started cumming. Rather than shove my cock all the way in, I held it about halfway in, squeezing her hips hard as I sprayed her ass with my cum.
When I was finished, I pulled out and fell onto the bed. I moved over until I could pull Becky's head onto my lap. "Chrissy, your mistress didn't get to cum," I told her. "Be a good little slave girl and lick her until she does, while she cleans my cock off. You can lick up any cum that leaks from her ass, but don't go hunting for it!"
"Yes, sir!" Chrissy said, and went right to work. Becky started licking my cock clean, but as Chrissy's efforts started affecting her it became less a cleaning and more a sucking. In fact, it felt almost like she was using my cock as a pacifier. She started breathing heavily through her nose and then groaned as she came.
"Thank you, sir!" she said after she came down off her cum.
"My pleasure," I told her, "but I really did it because the thought of my cum leaking out of your ass all day will keep me very excited."
"Oh, sir! You are such an evil man, and I love what you do to me," she said.
"Well you have to move your lazy, dripping ass, or you are going to be late for work," I told her.
"My lazy ass!" she exclaimed. "I don't know if you noticed this, but your other slave slept right through me getting my ass royally drilled!" I looked over at Jamie and I saw that she was, in fact, correct! Despite us making no effort to keep things down, Jamie was still asleep!
"Don't worry, I'm sure that Chrissy can think of some way to wake her up," I said. "After all, we both got off, so it's only fair that Jamie does as well. But Chrissy, make sure when you wake her that she understands she is responsible for ensuring that you cum as well, OK?"
"Yes, sir! It will be my pleasure," she said.
I was sitting at my desk at work when I got the expected phone call from Becky. "Sir," she said, "I am sitting at my desk, and on the desk in front of me is a bald, cum covered pussy. The slut didn't even put panties on!"
"Put me on speakerphone," I instructed.
"Yes, sir!" she said, and I heard the speakerphone go on.
"Every week I hear Becky's description of what happened to you," I said to Rachel. "This week I'd like to hear the story directly from you."
"Really?" Rachel squeaked.
"You heard my master! Spill it!" Becky told Rachel.
"Well, I went home last night and I told my husband I had a surprise for him," Rachel told us. "When we went to bed I started kissing him, and I let him slip his hands into my panties. He was so surprised he turned the lights on and ripped my panties off so that he could see. He loved it! I told him that Becky said there is no better feeling than having someone lick your bald pussy, and he told me I'd have to tell him if that was true when he was done.
"Then he went to town on my pussy. I have to agree with Becky; it's amazing! And he kept doing it till I came, and then he still wouldn't stop! I came about five times before he jumped up and fucked me. It was amazing.
"This morning I was very affectionate with him, and I let him fondle me while we were getting ready. I was wearing panties to throw him off, but when I was ready I slipped them off. I told him, 'I need you to do me a favor.' He asked what I wanted, so I laid down on the bed and flipped my skirt up and showed him by bald cunny. 'I need your cum, ' I told him.
"You should have seen his eyes pop out of his head! He was ripping his pants down as he was running towards me. I was sopping wet, so he slid right in! I told him to tell me before he came, and when he told me he was cumming I said, 'Pull out! Pull out and cum all over my bald pussy. Spray my bare cunny with your cum!' He looked like he had just won the lottery, and he did what I asked.
"When he was done, I pulled his cock up to my mouth and cleaned him off. Then I told him, 'I cleaned you off, but I'm not going to clean myself off. I'm going to be wearing your cum all day, and I won't be wearing panties to cover it. See you tonight!' Then I left before he could say anything."
"You are going to get soooo fucked tonight!" Becky said with a giggle. Then she said to me, "Sir, when she walked in she came into my office, threw some stuff off of my desk, climbed on and spread her legs! She said, 'Do you think that will satisfy your master?' Her husband must have cum a gallon, because there is a ton on her, not even accounting for the stuff that got soaked into her dress! So can we go out together tonight, sir?"
"Oh yes, she did an excellent job following instructions," I told them. "Have fun tonight. Any hints on what is in store for me?"
"Of course not, sir," Becky said, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. "But I wish I could see your face when you open the door!"
"Just remember, if I get frustrated with your antics I can take it out on your body," I warned her.
"Please do!" she said, not at all worried. I shook my head as I hung up the phone and went back to my comparatively boring day at work.
I was at home on pins and needles. I amused myself. Here I was, three women at my beck and call, and I was nervous and excited about getting another one. Now compare that with a month ago, where I couldn't even get any from the woman that I lived with. I've said it before and I'll say it again: life is sweet.
The doorbell rang and I opened the door. "Jill?" I asked.
"Are you expecting someone else?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," I said. "Come in."
She came in and said, "Here, this will make you less confused." She handed me an envelope, and I opened it cautiously. I looked at her one more time before I read the letter.
Sir,
I am sure this comes as a shock to you. It did to me when I discussed it with her, but Jill is yours for tonight. Don't try to tell me that you haven't lusted after her; I know that you have. Everyone lusts after Jill. You've intrigued her enough that she wants to know what the big deal is. My advice to you is to use the opportunity to the fullest, because I strongly suspect this is a one time thing for her. Have fun, sir. I love you.
Your humble and loving slave,
Becky
I looked up and Jill was staring at me, clearly nervous. Now Becky was completely right. I always have lusted after Jill. She is tall, blonde, blue eyes, a really tight body. She is gorgeous, to the extent of having done some modeling, and she always seemed unattainable. Whenever we went out together, it was her that got all the attention from the guys. And now she was nervous around me.
"What's up here?" I asked.
"Don't get any ideas," she said. "I'm not trying out to be a little slave girl in your harem. But Becky told me about this thing she's doing, and it made me wonder. I've always liked you, but I never would have thought you'd be good enough in bed to satisfy three women. I told Becky that and she suggested I try it if I didn't believe it, so here I am."
"Here you are what?" I asked. "You're here so that I could slip you a quick one? Do you want the whole treatment? What do you want out of this?"
"I'm not sure," she said. "I just want to see if you are as good as the others are raving. I wanted to try you for myself."
I stood back for a minute and thought about how to approach this. This was a far different scenario than Ronnie, even different than Joan. On the one hand, I was a little bit nervous about meeting her expectations. On the other, this was Jill. Lord knows I wanted her!
"OK, so you are not here to be one of my slave girls," I said, "though you shouldn't knock it till you've tried it. How about a date then? Can I get you a glass of wine?"
"That would be good," she said. "Maybe three or four to calm me down."
"Why do you need to be calmed down?" I asked. "I'm sure you have been in this situation before."
"Oh, right," she countered. "I'm always approaching a friend's boyfriend, or is it master, and offering my body to him."
"Well all right, maybe not exactly like this," I conceded, "but you've been with a lot of men, and it strikes me that you were the one making them nervous."
"I guess that's true," she said, "but I am a little worried about what you are going to do."
"What, do you think that I am going to tie you up and take you to my dungeon? Whip you? Beat you?"
"I guess not, but I've heard what you do to the others," she said, taking a big gulp of wine.
"Listen, I try and treat every woman as they want to be treated," I explained. "When I fuck Chrissy, I do it hard and rough and I don't care if she cums or not. And by doing that, it makes her cum hard. I treat Becky rough sometimes, and sometimes I am gentle. And with Jamie, I am almost always gentle. Because each of them gets off a different way; each of them wants to be treated a different way.
"I am not sure how you want to be treated. I probably won't figure it out today. In fact, I don't even think that you know how you want to be treated. I'm sure all the men you've been with treated you like a princess, or maybe like a prize. Maybe you do want to be taken roughly. Maybe you secretly fantasize about being held down while a dozen men ravish you. But I don't know, and I won't do anything like that until I am fairly certain it is what you want. And I won't figure that out by being with you for one night. So tonight, I think we'll go the more traditional route. I'll get you nice and hammered and then I'll take advantage of you in your weakened state."
She looked at me in astonishment, until she realized I was kidding. "You jerk!" she said. "You had me going."
"Well, don't take things so seriously. How about a dance?" I asked.
"Maybe that's a good start," she said.
I am not a great dancer, but I can stumble my way through a slow song. I put on some music, dimmed the lights and took her in my arms. When we started the dance, she held herself fairly stiffly, but as the music and wine got to her, she relaxed into my arms. I nuzzled her neck and ran my fingertips up and down her back.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she said.
I turned her head and kissed her gently on the lips. "That's something I've wanted to do almost since I met you," I said.
"Why didn't you?" she asked.
"Well, too nervous I guess, but mainly I was with Becky," I told her.
"You are still with Becky," she said.
"I know," I acknowledged, "but if I had done it then she would have cut my balls off. Right now, however, she and her friends are probably discussing what evil things I am doing to you, and working each other up with more graphic and detailed pictures of the depravities I am working on your innocent body."
"My body is not so innocent!" she said, "And maybe we should see if we can't meet some of their expectations." She leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my mouth to allow her tongue to explore. It was very nice, and I held her tightly in my arms, moving my hands down to cup her sexy ass.
"You do like this," she said as she felt my hardened cock pressing into her stomach.
"Does that surprise you?" I asked.
"Not really," she said. "I always knew you liked looking at me."
"Everyone liked looking at you," I retorted. "And now I'd like to see more of you."
The zipper to her dress was in the back, so I pulled it down while I continued to kiss her. I slipped the dress off her shoulders and stood back to watch it fall down and puddle at her feet. She stepped backwards out of it and I surveyed her body. She was wearing a sheer black bra, and I could see her nipples puckering through it. She had on matching panties and she was wearing a garter belt and stockings! She turned around slowly and I could see that the panties were a thong. She had an amazing ass.
"You dressed for the occasion, I see," I told her.
"Well, not completely," she said. "Becky said that you don't like underwear, but I wasn't ready to come without."
"Well, you should learn not to trust everything that Becky says," I told her. "I actually do like underwear, and in particular, I think you are amazingly sexy in those."
"Then why don't you allow Becky to wear any?" she asked.
"In her case, it's a combination of factors," I explained. "Part of it is certainly for me. I like it that the girls wear skirts and no panties; it gives me easy access any time I want."
"Sometimes you are a real pig," Jill said.
"No, I am their owner," I said. "That gives me certain rights. They offered themselves to me. They specifically told me that I could, in fact should, use them in any way that I like. I know that you don't agree with that, but you said that you understood."
"You're right," she said. "My comment was uncalled for. I'm sorry."
"You're lucky you aren't my slave," I said with a smile, "or I'd have you over my lap for a spanking."
"Maybe I'd like that," she said with a smirk.
"Maybe later," I said. "But getting back to your question about underwear, most of the reason that I require them to go without is for their benefit."
"How so?" Jill asked.
"When they are without underwear, they feel exposed," I said. "They know that at anytime I can take them in any way I want. It gives them a feeling of vulnerability and helplessness, and those are feelings that turn my girls on greatly. I suspect that while you might enjoy going without underwear sometimes, it would give you a feeling of power and control. That is what would turn you on about it, because you like being in control. My girls like it when they feel that I am in control, so the feeling of being exposed makes them hotter.
"That is why, despite the fact that I enjoy seeing a great body like yours encased in sexy underwear, my slaves will go without. Understand?"
"Yes, and I am surprised," she said. "I expected the first answer, but not the second."
"That's because you still picture this relationship as the bad man taking advantage of the poor innocent girls," I said. "You can't come to grips with the fact that this is a two way relationship, and they get as much out of it as I do, maybe more. And besides, you've talked to Becky recently. Does she really fit the mold of a poor, innocent girl?"
"God, no!" she said with a giggle. "I'm glad that she is not after me, because if she put her mind to it, she'd probably have me kneeling in front of you too!"
"Mmmmm," I said thoughtfully.
"Don't even think about it!" she exclaimed, coming up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. "You've got me for tonight, and be happy with that!" She then proceeded to kiss me soundly. I ran my hands all over the bare skin of her back and her uncovered ass cheeks. She had such smooth skin, and it was such a mind rush to think that I was running my hand over Jill's body. The bra strap was annoying, and I flicked it open so that I could run my hand up and down her back.
Jill pulled away from our kiss a little and said, "For someone without much recent experience handling it, you were remarkably adept at opening my bra."
"Natural talent," I said, moving back to kiss her again. I continued rubbing her back and ass while I kissed her, and then I tangled my fingers in her hair. I pulled her head back and kissed her ear, along her jaw-line and down to her neck. I slipped her bra off of her shoulders and exposed her beautiful breasts. They were as close to perfect as you could get; not huge, but perfectly firm. They looked like a teenager's breasts, standing at complete attention. I moved my mouth down to them and sucked one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth.
Jill moaned as I nibbled and licked at her tit. "Harder," she moaned, so I took it between my teeth and pressed lightly. I cupped her other breast with my hand and squeezed that nipple as well, causing her knees to buckle slightly. I reached under her and picked her up in my arms. I kissed her mouth again as I carried her to the bedroom.
"What, you don't want our fucking captured on camera?" she asked as I headed towards the bed.
I stopped and said, "Becky mentioned that to you?"
"Uh, huh," she replied.
"I wasn't thinking about it," I told her. "Do you want the others to watch us?"
"Maybe later," she said. "Now do me on the bed!"
I put her down on the bed and climbed on next to her. I continued where I had left off, pulling and nipping at her breasts. Then I moved my mouth down. I slipped my thumbs into her panties and she lifted her ass to let me slide them off. She had them on over the garters, which made it quite easy. I stopped and stood up so that I could look at her. Her hair was spread around her head, and her eyes had a glazed look. Her chest was heaving and her nipples were hard. She still had on her black garter belt and stockings, and they perfectly framed her blonde bush. Her pussy was downy and sparse, trimmed into a V pointing to her clit. I spread her legs and I could see that she shaved around her labia.
I removed my clothing, but I left my underwear on. I moved between her legs and started playing with her hair; it was so soft and blonde that if she were mine, I'd insist that she keep it. Then I gently spread her lips and got my first taste of Jill. She was creamy and delicious, and I was trying to get every drop, much to Jill's apparent delight. I slipped a finger in as I bit down lightly on her clit and within minutes she was screaming as she came.
I tried to keep going, but she said, "Oh, no you don't!" and she quickly got up and pushed me onto the bed. She pulled my underwear down and grabbed my cock. "Not bad," she said. "But now it's my turn." She put her head down and started licking my cock up and down. As she dropped her mouth over my cock I had a slightly ungenerous thought. While she was quite good, she was not in the same league as Chrissy or even Becky. Jamie was also better than Jill. So despite having always lusted after Jill, all my girls gave better head!
That being said, however, Jill was still making me feel amazing. But I wanted more, so I grabbed her legs and manhandled her over my head. "If you do that I can't concentrate on you!" she complained, but I didn't care. I held her down as I stuck my tongue back into her hot hole, and I started rubbing her clit with my chin. She was right, and her blow job became less intense as I started pushing her closer to orgasm.
I moistened a finger in her juices and started playing around her asshole. "No, don't do that," she said. "Don't touch me there. It's not right!" I listened to what she was saying, and while 'no' might mean 'no, ' I decided that in this case she was protesting out of a feeling that she should not enjoy it, not because she would not. So I moved down and grabbed her clit in my lips while I drilled my finger into her ass. "Nooooo!" she screamed while she came hard again, squeezing my finger so hard I thought that it would come off. She shuddered as she climaxed for almost a minute. She finally collapsed on top of me, still moaning, and then rolled off, pulling my finger out of her ass. "That was mean!" she said. "I told you not to touch me there!"
I turned around and pinned her to the bed, holding her hands above her head as my cock nudged the lips of her pussy. "My job is to give the women I am with what makes them feel best, not to listen to what they say. Your complaints would have more validity if you didn't just have one of the best orgasms of your life." I could see in her eyes that I was right about that.
I poked my cock about an inch into her pussy and asked her, "Are you on the pill?" She nodded and I said, "Damn, you'd look good if I knocked you up," and I shoved myself all the way into her. I released her hands and pulled her head to me so that I could kiss her. She went absolutely nuts, wrapping her legs around me and shoving her whole pelvis into mine. Her tongue went so far into my mouth I thought she was looking for something in my stomach. Damn, what was it about the women I sleep with? Mention knocking them up and they go nuts. You'd think they all had the fantasy of having someone make them pregnant.
I kept pounding on her, and then I grabbed her hands again and held them down as I mauled her tits with my mouth. I kept slamming my pubic bone into her clit and soon she was cumming again. That was three for her, none for me. I continued holding her hands down and I said, "Now you are going to roll over and get on your hands and knees and I am going to fuck you like a bitch. I am going to grab your hips and pound you. Then I am going to take a finger and stick it right up your ass while I am fucking your cunt. Are you going to complain about that to me?"
Her eyes got really wide, but she shook her head no. I pulled out and twisted her over. She got onto her knees and pushed her ass into the air. I moved right behind her and plunged my cock back into her dripping pussy. I reached under her and squeezed her nipples as I moved in and out, and then, as promised, I grabbed her hips and started pounding her. She was making little yipping noises and fluids were leaking out of her pussy around my cock. I rubbed my finger in some of them and then with no further warning, I slipped my finger back into her ass. This time she gave a low, deep moan and she dropped her head to the bed. This improved the angle even more and I pushed my finger all the way in while increasing the speed of my hips.
"I'm going... I'm going to... I'm gonna... Ohhhh," she cried, and then she screamed as she came even harder than before. Once again I felt the vise on my finger, and the one on my cock was almost as tight. If she hadn't been as wet as she was, I would not have been able to move my cock at all, but I was able to move the five or ten strokes that I needed to put me over the edge. I pulled my finger out of her ass and grabbed both her hips and slammed myself as deep as I could as I released my cum into her hot box.
When I was able to move again, I fell over to my side, taking her with me. We both were breathing heavily as my cock slowly slipped out of her. When she had her breath back she asked, "What would you have done if I wasn't on the pill?"
I reached in front of her and hefted a breast in my hand, "I understand that your breasts swell nicely as your pregnancy advances. That would look so sexy, your big round belly and your breasts even bigger," I said as I nuzzled her neck.
"You wouldn't really have done that, would you?" she asked in shock.
"Probably not," I told her, "but you certainly seemed turned on by the thought."
"You are a very dangerous man," she said. "But I have to admit that was some of the best sex I've ever had! I can almost understand why Becky and Jamie are willing to give up themselves for this."
"You silly, silly girl," I said. "Do you really think they are giving up themselves? Maybe they are giving up a little freedom. Maybe they are giving up a little control. But they are not giving up an iota of themselves, and it is insulting to them for you to say that."
"You're right again," she said. "Once again, I'm sorry."
We rested for a few minutes more and then I told her, "Let's go to the kitchen and get some drinks." She agreed and we went to get some. I had a glass of water and she had another glass of wine. On our way back I led her through the living room and I sat down on the couch and pulled her down next to me.
"You know, you called me a pig before," I told Jill, "which I was willing to let you get away with. But in the bedroom, you insulted my slave's integrity, and that I can't let you get away with." She realized what I was going to do a moment too late, as I pulled her over my lap and held her down.
"No!" she screamed as I started spanking her ass. I didn't do it too hard, but she definitely felt it. I gave her ten spanks and then let her up. She jumped away from me and rubbed her ass. "That was mean!" she said.
"Did you deserve it?" I asked.
She looked like she wanted to say no, but she finally admitted, "I guess I did. I just didn't expect it."
"Now look into the camera and apologize to my women," I told her. I could tell that this time it was she who had forgotten the camera.
Without covering up, she turned to the camera and said, "Becky, Jamie, I'm sorry. I implied to your master that you had given a part of yourself up to be his slave, and he pointed out the error of my thinking. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"That was very good, Jill," I said. "Now come over here for your reward." I had her straddle my lap and I kissed her while rubbing and scratching her back. In no time I was ready for more, so I had her sit up a little and I slipped my cock into her still wet cunt. We never broke the kiss as she rode me, both of our hands exploring the other's body. I ran my hands up and down her back, cupping her ass and even rubbing her feet. After about ten or fifteen minutes she started moving faster and soon we were both cumming again.
She dropped her head onto my shoulder as she relaxed. We stayed like that for quite a while as I continued to run my hands lightly across her back, and she kissed me lightly on the neck. Finally she said, "I think I see some of the reason that Jamie and Becky are willing to submit to you. Ooooo." The last was said because her statement made my cock jerk in her pussy.
"You don't know how much that swells my ego, amongst other things," I told her. "I mean, the sex with the girls is fabulous, but we've built up to it. To hear the beautiful Jill compliment me on my lovemaking, well, I'll tell you, it makes me feel pretty damn good about myself."
"You don't sound quite as masterful when you say that," Jill said with a smile in her voice.
"I'll tell you a little secret," I said. "It's all a sham. Every day I think that Becky and Jamie will figure out that I'm really the same pushover I was last month and they'll leave me. I go day to day trying to keep up with them; trying to stay on top. I'll admit it, I've fantasized about you a lot in the past, and actually having you blows my mind. That you liked it is even better."
"Well let me tell you, I've thought about what it would be like with you in the past, but after tonight, I think I'll be fantasizing about you a lot!" Jill told me. She leaned back with a purr of pleasure and kissed me again. "I feel so drained. I just want to collapse for the night."
"Well, you have two choices," I said. "You can get cleaned up and go home, or if you are really beat, you can crash in our bed."
"Really? I can stay the night?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, "But I have to warn you, the girls will be home soon and if they find you in bed, they are going to want to try you out."
"Couldn't you tell them not to?" she asked. "You are their master."
"I could," I responded, "but that would be cruel and inhuman punishment. How could I put a delicious morsel like you on a platter in front of them and then tell them that they could not partake. It would not be fair, and I won't do that to them. If you don't want to be ravaged by them, you'd better go."
"Well, while it might be interesting to see what happens, I don't think I'm ready for it tonight," Jill told me.
"Just as well," I said. "Four in our bed would be a bit tight. Maybe tomorrow after we've moved. Our new bed is much larger."
"Isn't it five in the bed, and what do you mean after you move?" Jill asked.
"Well, Christine sleeps on the floor," I began, and I could immediately see Jill bristle at that. "Whoa, if you have a problem with that, talk to Becky; Chrissy is her slave, not mine. Also, I guess Becky didn't tell you, though we just decided on Sunday. We are moving to a larger place tomorrow. I can give you the address later."
"Why so sudden?" Jill asked.
"Well, this place is a little small for four people. We were going to look for a new place, but Chrissy offered to share hers, and it has plenty of room. Since it is available immediately, we are going to move right away."
"Will Chrissy get to share the bed in this new place?" she asked.
"Probably not, and she would be offended if we insisted," I told her. "You are going to have to talk to Becky about the relationship that she has with Chrissy. It is different than the one that I have with Becky and Jamie, and that is the way Chrissy wants it. Now would you like to take a shower before you go?"
She wiggled in my lap and smiled at me. "You know, I think I won't. I am going to go home and roll around my bed with your smell still on me. I did not come here expecting too much tonight, but you surprised me. I don't think we'll be doing this very often in the future; your relationship is still a little hard for me to wrap my mind around. But it will be a very nice memory." She moved her hips and I popped out of her. She got up and I helped her find her things. I walked her to the door and kissed her again. She said, "Thanks."
"Thank you," I said. "This fulfilled one of my fantasies."
"It's nice to know I'm someone's fantasies," she said.
"You still are," I told her, "Only now, I can picture your body better, and I have such evil thoughts about what I want to do to it." She laughed, kissed me again, and left.
I cleaned up our mess a little and edited the video that we made that night so that Becky and Jamie would see the apology, as well as see the aftermath. I left a note for them with instructions to play it before coming to bed, and I hit the sack.
I woke up a little while later as I heard them come in. They were giggling quietly, and moving around the living room. They must have seen the note, because I heard the video come on. They ooohed and ahhhed as they watched. When it was over, they came into the bedroom. When Becky saw that I was up she said, "I don't need to ask if you had a nice time."
"How did you get Jill to do this?" I asked.
"Well, I didn't have to push her as hard as I thought I might," she replied. "She was already pretty interested. I guess she wanted to know what all the fuss was about."
"Why did you do it?" I asked.
"I knew you always had a little thing for her," she said. "I thought it was my duty as a slave to help you fulfill all your fantasies, sir."
"That's not the whole reason, is it?" I asked.
"What do you mean, sir?" she asked innocently.
"This was a competition to you," I said. "You thought that I was attracted to her, and you wanted to prove that you were better, didn't you?" Becky started making protesting noises, but I could see in her eyes that I was right. "You thought that if I lived my fantasy, I would discover that you were better, and I wouldn't have the fantasy any more.
"I'm actually a little insulted. This shows a lack of faith and trust on your part. Did you really think that even the fantasy of Jill, even if she was everything that I ever thought she was, could possibly cause me to replace you? You deserve to be punished for this."
"I'm sorry, sir," Becky said. "I guess it's true. It wasn't my whole reason; I really did want to give you a fantasy girl. But I did think that you would see that I am better. I'm sorry for not trusting you. I love you. Please punish me for my actions!"
"Well, you deserve to be punished immediately, but I am not up to it," I told her. "Chrissy, Jamie, your job is to make Becky cum at least ten times tonight."
"Ten time!" Becky gasped. "Sir, I don't think I can!"
"I have complete faith in these beautiful, sexy women," I told her.
Jamie had an evil grin on her face as she grabbed Becky. "Chrissy, you work on her tits, I'll take her pussy. We can switch later!" she said. She pulled Becky's legs apart and dove in. Becky began moaning and writhing as Chrissy joined in. I watched them take her into her first orgasm, and start working her up to her second.
I leaned in to Becky and whispered, "You know it's true. Jill is a very sexy woman, and I had a lot of fun with her tonight, but you are way better in bed." She must have liked that, because that sent her right over the edge of number two.
"Chrissy, go get some toys," Jamie said, and Chrissy went scurrying to obey. I put my head on the pillow to watch, but I guess that Jill had worn me out, because I fell asleep as Becky was approaching her fifth cum, a vibrating dildo in her pussy and Chrissy's tongue in her ass.
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.
Chapter 27
Thursday - Day 27
After yesterday's two aborted blow jobs, and the lack of any other sex yesterday, Chrissy's mouth on my cock felt particularly good. I felt Becky's head on my chest again, and I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face. "Good morning, sir," she said.
"Good morning," I said. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"My ass hurts, but it's nothing that I don't deserve," she said. "I have to tell you that I got really excited being tied to the post like that. And the way you left me there! I have to admit that after you left I brought myself off another time on the bedpost."
"Mmmmm, we'll have to make sure that you clean up after yourself in the future, or that bedpost is going to get pretty messy," I told her.
"Does that mean I'll be tied to it again?" she asked with a hopeful note in her voice.
"Absolutely," I told her. "Maybe I'll go to bed with a different slave girl tied to each bedpost, though I'd need another slave girl for that."
"Like Jill?" she asked teasingly.
"What you saw yesterday was playing," I told her. "I think it's possible we could get Jill to play again. Maybe even to play with you, if you work on her real hard. But I think you can forget any ideas of making her a slave. She just hasn't the right mentality for it."
"Well maybe you can borrow Ronnie?" she suggested.
"I think we are getting ahead of ourselves," I said. "Another subject; you are on the rag now?"
"Well, I have a tampon in, but my period hasn't begun yet," she told me. "It will start some time today."
"I was thinking what it would be like to have all three of you having your periods together!" I said. "That probably won't be fun."
"It won't happen, sir," Becky said. "We are all on the Pill, and we've worked it out so that there will never be more than one of us menstruating at a time. We want to make sure that you have the maximum number of orifices available to you at any given time. I've spoken to both Jamie and Chrissy, and they agree that you can fuck them any way you want whether they are bleeding or not. Of course we all understand if you want to avoid that entrance when it's bloody."
"It's nice to know that you are thinking of me so completely," I told Becky, kissing her. "Now you have to get up, however. Chrissy, I'd like you to stop now. It seems that I keep using you as a fluffer, always getting me ready for sex, but never completing the act."
"That's quite all right, sir," Chrissy told me. "In fact, the thought of you using me to prepare yourself to have sex with someone else turns me on a lot. You can use me as a fluffer or for any other reason that you want!"
"Well, time to fluff someone else," I told her. "I want to fuck Jamie, so I want you to get her wet for me, but try not to wake her. I want her to wake up to my cock penetrating her." Both Becky and I watched Chrissy move between Jamie's legs and put her face into Jamie's pussy. She started licking slowly and using her fingers to stimulate Jamie's clit. I got up and walked behind them, and I could see that Chrissy's pussy lips were wide open and wet. "You can play with yourself while you do that," I told her. I heard her moan and I saw her bury two fingers in her twat.
Jamie was moaning quietly in her sleep, and in just a few moments Chrissy backed off and said, "She's very wet, sir."
Jamie moaned and rolled her hips when she realized the mouth on her pussy was gone. I climbed between her legs and positioned myself in a pushup position over her body. "Chrissy, put my cock by her entrance, get it a little wet, and make sure it goes right in when I fuck her." Chrissy obeyed and I readied myself. I gave Jamie a little kiss on her lips, and then I slammed my cock into her. Chrissy's hand got trapped in the first stroke, but she quickly pulled it away. Meanwhile, Jamie's eyes shot open as she felt me violate her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and screamed, "Oh my god!" and she came! She came with my first stroke when it woke her from sleep. That didn't stop me, and I kept pounding her.
She came for the first ten strokes, and then dropped her legs back to the bed. I kept drilling into her. "Good morning, sexy," I managed to get out between strokes.
"Oh, what a good morning it is!" she exclaimed, and started thrusting back at me. She was approaching another orgasm, but I was there first. Before she could reach hers, I was cumming into her. "I'm so close," she said, and I tried to keep pumping, but I knew it wouldn't do the trick, so I turned to Chrissy again.
"Chrissy, do her ass!" I instructed. Chrissy reached below me and drilled a finger right up Jamie's ass. At the same time I could feel her reach her thumb around my cock and onto Jamie's clit. The combination of my cock and Chrissy's fingers put Jamie right over the edge. She screamed again and came around my shrinking cock.
After she came down I rolled off of her. I looked at Chrissy and said, "In addition to fluffing, you also get cleanup. Suck my cum out of Jamie, and play with yourself while you are doing it. Keep going until you have all the cum and you have also cum."
Jamie moaned, "Oh, no! I'm too sensitive. Please don't."
"I don't care," I told her. "Chrissy earned this. In fact, Becky, while she is doing it, I want you to lick your obedient slave's ass!" Becky had just been watching, but now I got her involved. "Play with yourself while you are doing it, too." I told her. It was clear that Chrissy was going to cum well before she got all of my cum out of Jamie, and Jamie would not be too far behind. "New instructions," I said. "No one stops until all of you have cum at least once." As I suspected, Chrissy came first, then Jamie quickly followed and Becky came behind that. When they were all done, there were four exhausted people collapsed on the bed.
We all remained nearly motionless as we waited for our energy to return. Finally I started moving. I told Becky to get up and get to work. She said, "I don't want to! I want to lie here all day!"
"Well, you can't," I said, "so move your lazy, albeit sexy, ass!" I pulled Jamie's head to mine for a kiss, and then pushed it down my body. "Jamie, you mustn't forget to clean your messes!" She cleaned me with her tongue and then she and I got up to go to the shower.
"Hey, the new shower is much bigger," Jamie said. "Can Chrissy join us?"
"Of course," I said. Becky grumbled about the unfairness of having to leave instead of joining us, but she did leave for work. Chrissy joined us in the shower and we washed each other. No sex, just naked bodies rubbing against each other; it was a sensual pleasure, rather than sexual.
As we were getting dressed I asked Chrissy, "How do you manage to keep a place this big clean?"
"I have a cleaning service that comes once a week," she said.
"Ummm, are they going to have a problem with three naked slaves wandering around?" I asked.
"I didn't think about it, sir," she told me, "It's a small, privately owned company, and they are very discreet. I can call today and feel them out to see if it will be a problem, or we can just arrange to be dressed when they come."
"Why don't you call them," I said. "I think it would be good for some people to wander naked in front of the cleaners."
"OK, sir," Chrissy replied.
Before we left, Jamie brought something else to my attention. "Sir, I wanted to remind you of something I told you last week. My sister Cindy is coming into town tomorrow, and is expecting to stay with me."
"That's right, you did tell me that," I said. "How do you want to handle that?"
"Sir, I want to do whatever you tell me to," she said.
"Ahhh, neatly dropping the whole problem in my lap," I said.
"Sir, one of the benefits of having a master is that it relieves one of making important decisions," she said with a smile.
"Very well, I guess I have to take the bad with the very, very good," I said. "Call her and give her the new address. She can stay in your bedroom; I don't really think you'll be using it that much. I assume that you haven't mentioned the change in living arrangements with her?"
"Not yet, sir," she replied.
"What time is she getting into town?" I asked.
"Early afternoon; I am meeting her at the train station," she answered.
"Fine, then bring her back here; I'll have the others reasonably dressed. Take her out to dinner tomorrow night by yourself and you can explain it all to her. When you come back home, things will be back to normal, so make sure she is OK with it. If she's not, she can stay at your old place; there is enough there to keep her comfortable for a week."
"OK, sir," she said. "I wasn't sure what I should do. Thank you for telling me. I'm pretty sure that she won't have a problem with our arrangement; in fact, she'll probably find it fairly titillating. But she's the first family member that I'll be telling, so it will be a bit hard to do."
"I'm sure you'll do fine," I said. "Just remember that the most important person that you need to make happy is you, not her."
"I thought you were the most important person that I had to make happy," she said with a grin.
"If making me happy is not making you happy, then you are in the wrong relationship," I told her.
She kissed me and said, "Good answer, sir."
At work I went about the process of changing my address, phone numbers, etc. When I was talking to my co-workers about my move, I realized it was an amazing place for a party. I called Becky and asked, "How do you feel about a housewarming party this weekend?"
"Who would we invite?" she asked.
"Friends, co-workers, acquaintances," I told her. "I thought it's a great house for a party, and it would be fun to have one. We can get some food catered in and just have a nice time."
"Ummm, sir, I think it would be nice, but may I be so presumptuous as to ask what the dress code would be for your slaves?" she asked.
"Mmmmm, that's a thought," I said. "All of Jamie's and your co-workers over to see you kneeling naked at the entryway; serving them drinks in your French maid uniforms; being spanked when you spill a drink; blowing all the gentleman and licking all the ladies as parting gifts. Do you think that would be fun?"
"Well, sir, I don't think I would like that at all, and it would hurt our careers," she said. "On the other hand, I can feel my pussy getting wet from the thought. So as is appropriate, I will leave it up to you, sir."
"Do you mean that if I told you, you would strip naked and serve everyone you know?" I asked.
"Of course, sir," she said calmly.
I was amazed, though I would never force her to do that. I wasn't sure if she agreed because she knew I would never follow through or not, but I strongly suspected she was completely for real. "I think the dress code for the party for the three of you will be tastefully sluttish. Have Chrissy pick out appropriate clothes for all of you; I trust her taste. How about we make it Sunday afternoon into the evening?"
"That works out," she said. "Do you want me to arrange for the food?"
"That would be great," I said. "Can you also call Jamie and tell her?"
"Sure, sir," she said.
"OK, I'll see you tonight," I said.
On the way home from work I stopped in at the gym. As I had hoped, Nelly and Ronnie were both there. I asked if I could talk to them. I had been getting notes home about the progress of both Becky and Jamie, but I wanted to talk to Nelly in person, to really talk to her about it.
"First of all, I wanted to talk to you about my ladies," I started. "How are they really doing? Are they cooperating and putting the effort in?"
"They really are," Nelly said. "Jamie is doing well, following all my advice and coming in often enough. Becky, however, is like a machine. She keeps pushing herself, trying to do better each time. I don't know if you've looked closely at her body recently, but she is much more toned and somewhat thinner. She hasn't been doing it for all that long, but you can definitely see the difference!"
"Well, I've definitely looked closely at her body, but I wasn't looking for that. I'll have to examine her carefully," I said.
"You should," Nelly said, "because she is doing this for you. I asked her once why she was pushing so hard, and she said that she was going to make her body perfect for you, so that you would always be happy with it. That girl is completely over the moon for you."
That statement sort of brought me up short. I knew that Becky loved me, but it made me really reflect on the fact that she was doing everything in her power to make me want her. It was something that I would have to think about more.
"And what about you two?" I asked. "I know that Becky has been somewhat meddlesome in your lives, and I want to make sure that everything is OK."
"I'd like to answer that," Ronnie said. "Things are very different for us, but in a good way. I had feelings that I didn't want to admit. Nelly knew about them, but played along with my delusions anyway. Becky shook us both up and showed us how we should be. We don't have the same relationship that you have with Becky, but it is one that is working for us. I'm happy, and I think that Nelly is as well."
Nelly nodded and said, "Becky is meddlesome, but usually in a good way. We are still feeling our way through our relationship, but we are going in the right direction." She smiled at me and continued, "I made the offer to Becky, and I'll make it to you. The two of you have made my life better, so if you'd ever like to borrow Ronnie again, or would like to spend some time with me, or both, feel free to ask." Ronnie blushed, but nodded in agreement.
"Thank you," I said. "I may take you up on that another time. Meanwhile, I had one more thing to discuss with you. We've all moved to a new place, and we are having a party on Sunday. We'd like it if you could come."
"What kind of party?" Ronnie asked with a grin.
"A regular party with a lot of friends," I said with a smile. "You may come any way you'd like, but I've instructed the girls that their dress code would be tastefully sluttish. They are inviting co-workers and friends that are not that close, so we are not going to advertise our relationship."
"We'd be happy to come," Nelly said. I gave them the details and I went home.
That night, we had a nice dinner in our new dining room; well, new for everyone but Chrissy. During dinner we discussed some of the logistics of the party; everyone thought it would be really nice. After dinner we retired to the study (and that was a phrase I never thought I'd use). I said, "Jamie, Becky, come stand in front of me." They came over and I studied their bodies intently. They looked confused, but I continued and asked them to turn for me.
When I finished my examination I said, "You are both taking your workouts seriously, aren't you?" They both nodded, and I said, "Well it shows. I am very proud of you in particular, Becky. Your body is definitely better, and you are more toned. You definitely have a sexier body."
She smiled very happily and said, "Thank you, sir! Jamie and I are both working very hard to make our bodies the best they can be for you!"
"Well I wanted you both to know that I appreciate it, and a little later on I'll show you just how much!" They both grinned goofily at each other.
"On a slightly different note, did Jamie tell you about her sister?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky said, and Chrissy nodded.
"Tomorrow you should remain dressed until Jamie takes her sister for dinner, but after that, things will go back to normal, OK?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, "though I have to say that it will be a bit weird to wear clothes inside."
"Then I have you properly trained," I said.
"Sir, there is another point I'd like to raise," Jamie said.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Becky and I were talking about how we are going to tell our parents," Jamie told me. "We grew up together, and our parents are friends. So we thought that we would invite our mothers in on Saturday and break it to them first, and let them explain it to our dads. So would it be OK if we had lunch with our parents on Saturday?"
"Would you like me along?" I asked.
"That's very brave of you, sir, but I think we will do a girls' day out," Jamie said. "Becky's mom knows you, but mine does not. I think that we should prepare them first."
"Yeah, my mom likes you now," Becky said, "in fact I think she expected that you'd eventually be her son-in-law. But she might not like you as much after we are done with our discussion. I'd like you out of clawing distance until they really understand how we feel."
"OK, what about your sister?" I asked Jamie. "Will you take her with you, or not?"
"I'm still thinking that one over," she answered. "On the one hand, if she is OK with it, it could help convince my mom. On the other hand, she could be a match thrown on the fire if she says the wrong thing or if my mom thinks I'm corrupting her. She can be a smart ass sometimes, and she may find it humorous to inflame my mom. I'll have to decide on Saturday."
"OK, I know this is hard on you," I said. "I am not looking forward to this myself, but if you'd like to bring them back here when you are done, I'd be happy to talk to them. I'll just have Chrissy remove all the knives first."
"I don't think it will end up that bad," Becky said. "Our parents are fairly reasonable, and they do want us happy. If we manage to convince them that we are happy, then I think they'll be OK. We'll let our mom's convince our dad's before we talk to them, though."
When we were done with that conversation, I had the girls join me on the couch. Chrissy had a fairly large screen TV, and there was a romantic comedy on cable. I had the girls sit on either side of me and told Chrissy to sit cuddled up to Becky's feet. She was very happy to do that.
After the movie was over, Becky looked at me hopefully and asked, "Will we be inaugurating our bedroom tonight, sir?"
"I think we will," I said. "Let's go."
The girls practically ran up into the room. They all three jumped on the bed and Jamie asked, "How do you want us, sir?"
"Tonight, I think will be another porn sex night," I said.
"Ooooo, goody!" Becky clapped.
"Chrissy, come here," I said. I put a pillow down at the foot of the bed near the bedpost. I had her sit on the pillow, her back leaning against the bedpost. I pulled her hands behind her so they were around the bedpost, and tied her wrists together. I then went to the front of her and spread her legs so that one leg pointed towards the bedpost at the head of the bed, while the other leg was pointing towards the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Her legs were separated 90 degrees; she was a very limber girl so this was no problem for her.
I went to our bag of tricks and took out a couple of long strings and a set of nipple clips. I attached a string to each of her big toes and then strung it around the inside of each of the bedposts that her feet were facing, around the bedpost and then back to Chrissy, attaching the other end of the string to clips on Chrissy's nipples. I stood back and examined my work. Chrissy was spread open, and if she tried to close her legs or lean in any direction she would feel it painfully on her tits.
I reached over and pulled one of her legs further onto the bed, and she hissed as her nipple was extended sideways. I released her leg, put my face near hers and asked, "Comfortable?"
"For now, sir," she answered cautiously.
"Good," I said. "Now for my next slave. Jamie, I want you on your hands and knees, your mouth on Chrissy's open pussy. Your instructions are: make her cum, a lot. As incentive, if she does not cum more than you do, tomorrow it will be you in her position." As Jamie did not enjoy pain as much as Chrissy, and was not nearly as limber, it was a threat she took seriously. She immediately jumped in between Chrissy's legs. On the first swipe of her tongue, Chrissy involuntarily started to bring her legs a little together. She quickly snapped them back apart as her nipples were pinched in the clips.
"And for my last little slave," I said to Becky, "go to the bathroom and lose the tampon. I feel like some pussy tonight!" She ran to the bathroom, and I yelled after her, "And bring me some lube!" She was back in a moment and handed me the lube. I poured some over my cock. I assumed that she would be a little dry and didn't want to fuck her until she was wet.
"You lie on your back and put your head between Jamie's thighs," I told her. "If Jamie succeeds in giving Chrissy more cums than you give her, you will be wearing a pair of nipple clips all night." She quickly squirmed her way between Jamie's thighs and started laving her pussy lips with her tongue.
It would be an interesting competition. Jamie was eating Chrissy well but I couldn't tell whether Chrissy was distracted or more turned on by the occasional tugs on her nipples. By this point, Becky had gotten very good at eating pussy, and she knew Jamie's buttons, but Jamie was somewhat distracted by working on Chrissy. As for Becky, I had something that I was going to distract her with.
I put a pillow under Becky's ass and pulled her feet up to rest on my shoulders. I lined up my lubed cock at her cunt, took a long look at the chain of women in front of me and shoved my cock into Becky in one smooth, fast movement. This caused Becky to scream into Jamie's pussy and pull Jamie's cunt tighter into her face. That movement caused Jamie to be pushed forward into Chrissy's cunt, and since her hands were holding onto Chrissy's hips, it also dragged Chrissy's legs a little closer together. That, of course, pulled the clips attached to her nipples, which sent Chrissy into her first screaming orgasm.
After that, we settled into a rhythm. I kept pounding away, watching them all move as they had multiple orgasms. I then pushed Becky's legs forward some more, pulled all the way out and slipped my cock up her ass. That set off yet another chain reaction that ended with me cumming in Becky's tight, hot rectum.
I pulled out and said, "Everyone, stop. Time to tally up. Chrissy, how many times did you cum?"
"Four, sir," she said, breathing hard.
"And you Jamie?" I asked.
"Only three times, sir!" she declared triumphantly.
"Only three orgasms in a session. Poor girl," I said, smirking.
"And what about you, my sweet Becky?" I asked.
"I came three times as well, and I loved every single one of them!" she said. "I guess I'll be sleeping with nipple clamps?"
"I guess you will," I said.
Becky looked over at my shrunken penis. "Shall I clean you off, sir?"
"Yes," I said.
She started to move up to my cock, but I said, "You can use a washcloth."
"Thank you, sir," she said. I guess tasting her own menstrual blood was not something she would enjoy, which was good, because it wasn't one of my turn-ons either. When I was all cleaned I went and got a strap and a dildo from the toy box.
I went up to Chrissy and wrapped the strap around her shoulders, pinning her to the bedpost. I then inserted the dildo into her dripping cunt. I told her, "I think you, my slave's little slave, will spend the night like this. I'd suggest that you don't move too much in your sleep." The strap would keep her from falling over in her sleep, but every time she tried to close her legs she would feel it in her tits.
She whispered, "Thank you so much, sir."
"You're welcome," I smiled at her. I got another set of nipple clips and attached them to Becky. Then we snuggled up in bed and went to sleep.
Chapter 28
Friday - Day 28
It was strange waking up to something other than a blowjob, but that is what happened on Friday morning. Becky was kissing me awake, and seemed quite agitated. "What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Sir, I'm very sorry," Becky said. "I know that you said that Chrissy should be the one to give you your wake up blow job, but you didn't give me permission to untie her, and I didn't know if I should have given you your blow job, or if I should have untied Chrissy. I'm sorry for having to wake you like this."
I was quite surprised that this was upsetting her so. "Becky, I will not die if I am woken by something other than a blow job," I said. "In fact, I won't die if I don't get a blow job at all! So don't be upset; you did nothing wrong."
I kissed her and she said, "Thank you, sir." This was another thing that I needed to consider. Becky was subsuming herself to my needs so much that it seemed to pain her when things went wrong. I'm not sure I liked the extent that she was taking this. Nonetheless, my mind was too groggy first thing in the morning to consider it fully.
I sat up and looked over at Chrissy, and she was awake and watching me. "How are you doing, Chrissy?" I asked.
She smiled and rocked her hips forward, pushing the dildo a little more into her cunt while causing her nipples to be pulled by the clips. "Just fine, sir," she said.
I turned to Becky and said, "Untie and unclip your slave. You should probably massage her legs as well, they are probably fairly sore. When you are done, you can remove your clips as well."
Becky did as she was told while I woke Jamie up. I showered with Jamie, and when I came out Chrissy was asleep on the bed. Becky said, "She didn't get much sleep last night, and she fell asleep while I was massaging her."
"Then you must have been doing a good job," I said. "I'm proud of you." She practically beamed when I said that. I kissed her and sent her off to work.
I told Jamie, "I realize that you haven't been giving me my massages! You are going to have to schedule me in soon."
"I am at your complete and utter disposal, sir," she said.
I liked the sound of that, but unfortunately I had to go to work, so we kissed and went our separate ways.
When I came home that night, Becky greeted me at the door, gloriously nude. "Did Jamie already head out to dinner?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "They came by earlier and Cindy dropped her stuff in Jamie's room. She showed her around the house, and then they went out. Cindy seemed very impressed."
"I'm not surprised," I said. "I am still impressed when I come in here. So how did she seem?"
"Well you have to remember, sir, that I've known her since she was a baby," Becky explained to me. "She was the annoying little sister that you always had tagging along, but she grew up pretty cool. I haven't talked to her that much recently, but Jamie says she cuts quite a swath through the boys."
"Do you think she'll freak about our living situation?" I asked.
"No, I think she'll be cool with it," she answered.
"Did they say when they'd be back?" I asked.
"Around 10PM, sir," she replied.
"Well then, go get Chrissy and get dressed," I said. "I'd like to take the two of you out to dinner."
She ran upstairs and in about ten minutes they came down, in matching dress of course, although with Jamie absent it seemed to be missing something. We went out to a nice dinner and had a fun conversation. No slavery or humiliation here, just good food and a pleasant time.
We got home before Jamie, so after the girls stripped off their clothes we went to relax in the study. At a little after ten we heard the front door open and Jamie called out, "Honey, I'm home!"
I asked Becky and Chrissy to stay in the study while I went out to meet Cindy. I walked in as Jamie was just finished undressing. I expected Cindy to look a little uncomfortable, but she just looked amused. When I walked in, Jamie turned to me and said, "Sir, I'd like to introduce you to my sister, Cindy. Cindy, this is my Master."
"Hello Cindy," I said. "Pleased to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," Cindy said. "What should I call you? Sir?"
"If you'd like," I said. "I assume you had an interesting and enjoyable dinner?"
"Interesting, definitely," she said. "I'm not sure I understand everything that is going on, but if you can get my uptight sister to loosen up, I'm all for it."
"Uptight!" Jamie shrieked. "I am not uptight!"
"I know," Cindy said, cracking a smile. "I was just yanking your chain. So what do you guys do at night?"
"Lots of different things," I said with a little grin. She blushed, but I continued, "Right now we are watching a movie in the study. Care to join us?"
They nodded and we walked into the study. Becky was on the couch and Chrissy was on the floor cuddling at her feet. Both, of course, were naked. Jamie walked over to the couch, but Cindy stopped at the door. "Man, do I feel overdressed," she said.
"If you'll notice, I am wearing clothes as well," I told her. "It's just the slaves that have to do without, so try not to feel self conscious."
"It's amazing the way you just say that," she marveled. "It just flows off your tongue: the slaves have to do without. You do realize that in normal homes, people don't have slaves, don't you?"
"Well, I guess that would depend on how you define normal," I said. "However, I will concede we do not have an average home. But let me ask Becky something. Becky, are you happier now or were you happier a month ago?"
"Now!" she said with no hesitation. "Definitely now, 100% now."
"Chrissy?" I asked.
"Now, sir," she responded.
"Jamie?" I solicited.
"Without question, now," she said.
"So, Cindy, there you have it," I said. "I'll add my vote. You have a house of four people, each one significantly happier than they were before. Does it make a difference if it's normal?"
Cindy looked at all of them, and then shrugged her shoulders. "If you are happy, who am I to say anything about it? What are we watching?"
I sat down to Becky's left, and Jamie sat on my left. Cindy sat next to her and put her head on Jamie's shoulder and we watched the movie, a romantic comedy. When it was over I said, "Time for bed, girls."
Cindy said, "They have a bedtime?"
"What we have," Jamie replied, "is the desire to do anything he tells us. If he says its bedtime, we will go to bed. And if you close the door to your room and put your head under your pillow, you might believe that we are sleeping." She kissed Cindy on the forehead and walked towards the stairs. We followed in a little procession; me, Becky, Chrissy. Cindy trailed in the rear, and we separated when we reached the bedrooms.
"I'll see you in the morning, Cindy," I said, and followed my girls into the bedroom and closed the door. I didn't think that Cindy would be putting her head under her pillow after she closed her door, but she had been warned. I sent Becky to the bathroom to get ready, and when she was back I looked at all of them and asked, "Who's first?"
Becky and Jamie looked at each other and said at the same time, "Her."
"OK," I said, "get on the bed. Chrissy, you come with me."
I got some toys and took Chrissy to the bathroom. I fitted the strap-on dildo on her, and we marched back into the bedroom, side-by-side. We walked over to the bed and I stood in front of Jamie while Chrissy stood in front of her Mistress. "Blow us," I said.
Becky and Jamie smiled at each other and leaned forward. Jamie took my cock in her mouth and started running her tongue along the crown. Becky, meanwhile, was licking the sides of Chrissy's fake cock, getting it as wet as she could. She then put her mouth over the head of the cock and slowly pushed her head forward. She kept moving forward, only occasionally backing off for a moment to let her mouth and throat get used to it. The dildo that Chrissy was wearing was slightly longer than my cock, but Becky still managed to press her nose up against Chrissy's bald pussy. She pulled all the way off, winked at me and said, "Thank you for the practice, sir," before sinking the cock back into her throat in one smooth motion.
At the same time Becky was perfecting her craft, Jamie was not being idle. She could not deep throat me, but the movement of her tongue and lips on my cock was heavenly nonetheless. While Chrissy could have gone forever with her cock, I couldn't take much more. I slowly pulled out of Jamie's mouth, and had Chrissy do the same with Becky.
I had the girls turn over onto their stomachs, with their legs hanging off of the bed. One thing that I really liked about Chrissy's bed, besides the size and the four posts, was the fact that it was higher than a normal bed. That height put Jamie in exactly the correct position for me to slip my cock into her pussy when she was on her stomach. Chrissy was shorter than I and had to reach a little, but it worked for her as well.
As I started thrusting into Jamie, Chrissy began doing the same to Becky. I looked over at Becky and told Chrissy, "I think that your Mistress' ass is too white. I want you to spank her while you fuck her. I want you to spank her hard."
"Oh, yes Chrissy. Spank your Mistress' ass hard," Becky moaned. "Show my master that he is in charge!"
Chrissy began spanking Becky on every stroke, and I did the same on Jamie. Soon, both their asses were red, and both were cumming. I stopped Chrissy from moving, and I stopped moving in Jamie as well, while the two of them caught their breaths. Then, just when the edge was off, we started again, pumping even harder. I left Jamie's ass alone, but Becky kept begging for it, so Chrissy kept spanking her ass. It was glowing and Becky was sobbing in pain and pleasure. I motioned to Chrissy and on the next stroke we both pulled all the way out and pushed deep into their bowels instead.
"Hey Chris," I said. "We got ourselves some three holers! How is that one?"
She replied in a deeper voice, "She is a really hot slut. She can suck like there is no tomorrow. Her cunt was amazing, but her ass! It's so tight. And look at the way she begs for it. She really is a slut!"
"Where do you think we should cum?" I asked. "Should I pull out and shoot my load into her filthy mouth? Or maybe splatter her face and make that one lick it off?"
"No, I know what you should do," she said. "Keep fucking her ass and shoot in there. Then drag this one over and make her suck all your cum out of her dirty asshole. This one is such a slut, she'll probably like it. I keep spanking her ass and all she can do is cum!"
It was true. The entire time we were talking, both Becky and Jamie were cumming. Becky was moaning quietly and begging almost incoherently that Chrissy should fuck and spank her ass. I had been a little concerned that Jamie would be more reserved with Cindy in the house, but I think she was actually louder, as if she was trying to let her sister know that she was being well and truly fucked. She was screaming, "Fuck my ass! Shove your big cock up my tight little asshole! Cum up my ass!" Not being one to deny a begging woman, I slammed my hips into her ass and came. I held her as I poured everything that I had up her ass.
I pulled out and moved Chrissy back. Then I pulled Becky up by her hair and moved her behind Jamie. "Hey you little slut, drink my cum out of your girlfriend's dirty ass! My friend here is going to keep fucking your ass until you get every last drop!" Chrissy moved back behind Becky and shoved the dildo back into her ass, pushing Becky's face into Jamie's ass. I saw her tongue moving into Jamie's ass, and she also stuck two fingers up Jamie's dripping cunt.
Jamie screamed, "Eat my ass!" while Chrissy kept pounding Becky. Watching the three of them go at it made me so hot that I was hard again in no time. I went around behind Chrissy and pushed her over so that she was leaning across Becky's back. She reached under Becky and grabbed her tits and pulled. I pulled Chrissy's hips back so that the dildo was just barely in Becky, then I positioned my cock at Chrissy's pussy and slammed myself forward, pushing Chrissy into Becky and Becky into Jamie. It was like a Big Double Slave Sandwich. Soon, Jamie was screaming, "I'm cumming again. Oh god, I'm cumming again!" I kept doing Chrissy until I felt her cum, and then I pulled out.
I pulled Chrissy off and sat her on the bed. I sat next to her and said to the girls, "One more thing you sluts have to do. Clean us off!" Becky dropped in front of Chrissy and Jamie came around to me. Jamie cleaned all of Chrissy's juices off of my cock, though I stopped her when she was done. I wasn't interested in a blowjob right then. I got into the middle of the bed and pulled Chrissy next to me. I had Jamie snuggle into my side, and Becky into Chrissy's. We all relaxed for a few minutes and recovered from our adventure.
Eventually, however, we began talking, and I asked Jamie to review how her dinner with Cindy had gone.
She said, "It was quite uncomfortable for me at the beginning. We went out, and we chit-chatted, but I didn't know how to start the conversation. Cindy could tell that I was nervous and agitated, so she asked me what was wrong. I told her that there was nothing wrong, exactly. She didn't give up and asked if it had anything to do with my moving. She had seen the apartment and was very curious about how I could afford it, and why I had moved in with Becky.
"Cindy knows Becky quite well, because she was over a lot while we were growing up, so it wasn't inconceivable to her that I'd move in with her, but she didn't get how we could afford the big house. I told her that it wasn't just me and Becky, but that we were sharing it with two others. She asked who they were and I didn't know how to explain it. When I couldn't even answer a simple question, Cindy said that there was definitely something up and that I should spill it.
"I didn't say anything for a while as I tried to figure out how to say it, but I finally decided that I needed to just lay it out for her. I said, 'Cindy, there are some things in my life that have changed.' She asked me what I meant and I said, 'I guess that you could say I am living an alternative lifestyle.' She didn't get it right away, and then she had a thought and asked, 'Have you turned into a lesbian? Are you and Becky lovers?'
"Now sir, and Becky, I have to tell you that I am not in the least embarrassed about anything that I do with Becky, but when she said it like that, I didn't know how to react. Then I realized that I was being an ass, and that I love Becky, so I said, 'I am not a lesbian, but I am sleeping with Becky. But that is not what I mean by an alternative lifestyle.'
"She spit a whole bunch of questions at me. She asked, 'Are you really? Do you like it? What's it like? I've kissed other girls, and felt them up to compare, but I've never done more. How did it start? What do you mean that it's not what you mean by alternative lifestyle?'
"When she let me get a word in edgewise, I said, 'Let me start from the beginning!' I explained that Becky had a boyfriend that was unhappy enough with her that he broke up with her. When she understood why he was breaking up with her, she realized that she had not been a very good girlfriend because she had spent years in control of the relationship. She agreed that if he took her back, he would be in complete control of the relationship.
"I asked Cindy, 'Do you understand what it means that he is in complete control of the relationship?' She said that she wasn't sure what I meant, so I explained, 'She agreed to be his slave; his sex slave.' She was shocked, but then she got an evil glint in her eye and said, 'Little Miss Becky a sex slave! Cool!' She was surprised sir, but she found the whole thing amusing rather than disgusting or disturbing.
"She asked me, 'How do you fit into all of this? You said that you were sleeping with Becky.' I told her that I'd get to that. I explained to Cindy that when I found out what Becky was doing I was upset, so I stayed around them a lot to make sure that Becky wasn't being used. Cindy asked if she was and I said, 'Well yes, she was being used, but she loved every minute of it.'
"I also explained that after some time with you together, I started getting jealous of Becky. She was so happy, and I was so excited by what she was going through. 'And then Becky asked me to join them, ' I told her. 'She offered me a part of what they had.' I told Cindy how I was shocked, but excited and how I thought about it for a long time, and how I finally decided to join you.
"Cindy asked, 'So you are a sex slave too?' and I told her that neither Becky nor I was a slave yet. I told her, 'We are on a trial period. If we can prove that we really want to be his slaves, then we will have a ceremony and he will make us his. Cindy, I know that we will prove it to him, and we are going to have that ceremony. It is going to be my wedding; I am going to marry my master and Becky. That is what I mean by an alternate lifestyle.'
"When I was done telling her all of that, she just looked at me for a minute and then said, 'Mom is going to freak.' I told her that I knew, but I hoped that she would understand. I told her that the ceremony was going to be next week, and I wanted her and Mom and Dad to be there. She told me she would be, but she wasn't sure about our parents. I explained how I would be talking to Mom tomorrow. Sir, Cindy seems to be OK with it. In fact, she wanted to know everything that we had done, in explicit details!"
"Did you tell her?" I asked.
"I might have hinted at some things, but I didn't go into details," she answered. "Really, after I had that conversation, I just wanted to get back here with you and Becky. I needed to be loved."
"I love you, Jamie, and I am very proud of you," I told her. "I know that what you did was very hard, and you were very brave. I know families are the ones we want approval from the most, and telling them something that you think they will not approve of is hard. You did very well."
"I love you and I'm proud of you too," Becky told Jamie, hugging her tightly.
"Thank you both," Jamie said. "You are the ones whose approval I want more than anything!"
"Jamie, the person whose approval you need the most is you," I told her. "You need to be happy with your actions and decisions. If you are happy with yourself, then it is no one else's place to disapprove."
We cuddled together for a few minutes, and then I told Becky, "I think that Jamie needs a more physical display of how proud we are of her."
"What do you mean, sir?" Jamie asked nervously.
"Wait a moment. Becky, come with me," I said. I led Becky to the bathroom, stopping for a moment to grab something out of the toy box. Then I called, "Chrissy, come in here." When we were done, we all walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the bed, side-by-side. Jamie looked at us and saw the three of us standing there, cocks erect between our legs, two fake and one real.
"Let's go boys," I said. "Let's make this bitch watertight!" We approached the bed and all of us started kissing and fondling her. She was the complete focus of each of us. Chrissy got her mouth between Jamie's legs while Becky worked on her tits and back and I kissed and caressed her face.
When Jamie was very worked up, I had Chrissy move out of the way and I pushed my cock into her pussy. I rolled onto my back and pulled Jamie on top of me. She started riding me until she felt Becky's greased up dildo poking at her back door. She stopped and I watched her face as Becky slowly pushed her fake cock into Jamie's ass. I could see the progress by the expression on Jamie's face, and I could feel it on my cock through the thin wall between Jamie's ass and cunt.
When Becky's dildo was completely embedded in Jamie we all stopped and took a moment to savor the feeling. Then Becky reached around and pinched Jamie's nipples hard, which caused Jamie to start fucking both of us. Becky allowed that for a moment or two, and then started fucking Jamie hard. I just remained still as Becky started pulling Jamie off me with every stroke in, then slamming her back onto me with each stroke out. Then Chrissy got into the picture, pulling Jamie's head up by her hair, telling her, "Suck my cock, bitch!" and shoving her fake dick into Jamie's mouth
It did not take much of this to push Jamie right to the edge. She went over, and kept on falling. She screamed around Chrissy's cock, but Becky would not let up and neither would Chrissy or I. It wasn't clear if she had many orgasms, or just one long one, but it was about ten minutes before she finally pulled off of Chrissy and screamed, "No more! I can't cum any more! It will kill me. Please stop!"
We took pity on her and Chrissy pulled out of her mouth and Becky slowly pulled her cock out of Jamie's ass. Jamie collapsed onto me, my cock still buried in her hot box. "Oh my god!" she said. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard!" Becky and Chrissy laid themselves down on each side of us and they stroked her back to relax her.
After a minute Becky leaned over and said, "You know you are not done yet, don't you? Your master still has not cum, and it is your job to relieve him."
Jamie groaned, "Can't you do it? You've worn me out!"
I was about to agree with her when Becky said, "Absolutely not! Your master just gave you the best orgasm of your life. How can you possibly even think of leaving him unsatisfied, or even of having someone else finish him? You should be fighting to ensure that he allows you the privilege of satisfying him!"
Jamie looked at Becky with a mortified expression. Then she turned to me and said, "She's right! I'm so embarrassed. I was thinking only of myself. I'm sorry, sir. You should punish me for my thoughtlessness. But first, sir, let me love you!" She started moving her hips, fucking herself onto me. She started kissing my face, my neck, my lips and everywhere else she could reach.
"I am going to make you feel so good!" she whispered in my ear. "I am going to show you what a good slave I can be for you!" She pulled herself up a little so that her nipples were rubbing along my chest. She looked directly into my eyes and said, "I'm yours to use, sir. I'm your little fuck slut, your complete sex slave. I want you to use me in any way that pleases you, and I will do whatever I can to please you. Now I want you to cum in my cunt. No, cum in your cunt. I am your cunt and I want you to cum in me! Cum in me!"
The intense look on her face, the feel of her tight cunt around my cock and the words that she was saying all combined to bring me right to the brink. Still looking at me she said, "I love you, sir, and I will be your slave!" That did it for me, and I started pumping my cum into Jamie's cunt. As I was cumming she pasted her mouth to mine and kissed me passionately.
When I was done, Jamie collapsed onto me. Becky whispered, "That was so beautiful."
"I'm not done yet," Jamie said tiredly. She pulled off of my cock and pushed Becky back onto the bed. She got between Becky's legs and said, "Thank you for fucking me so delightfully. She then started cleaning off the dildo with her mouth. When she was done she crawled up and kissed Becky on her lips. She then crawled over me and did the same to Chrissy. Finally, she got between my legs and licked my cock clean.
When she was done, she crawled back up my body and kissed me again. "Sir, may I sleep on you like this tonight?"
"You may," I said with a smile, and pulled her even closer to me.
Becky snuggled into the side of us, and when Chrissy started heading down to the bottom of the bed, Becky said, "No Chrissy. Stay and snuggle with us tonight." Chrissy looked startled, but she smiled and snuggled into us as we fell asleep in a tangle of body parts.
Chapter 29
Saturday - Day 29
As I woke up, I knew that it was Jamie giving me a blowjob, and I felt Becky's head on my chest. I was surprised, because after not allowing her to wake me with a blowjob all week, I expected Becky to be jumping at the chance. I opened my eyes and said, "Good morning, tiger."
"Good morning, sir," she said, kissing me gently on the lips.
"I'm surprised to find you here and not in Jamie's place," I told her.
"Sir, you punished us for bickering over you, but I realized that in addition to disappointing you, I was being unfair to Jamie. I complained because she wanted to wake you up, and that was mean of me. She deserves this as much as I do, and this is my way of apologizing to her."
"That's very thoughtful of you," I said. "It makes me feel much better about living with the two of you for a very long time."
"I'm glad of that, sir," she said. "Plus, Jamie promised to share when you cum, and from the look on your face, I'd say that will be very soon." She shimmied down my body, licking my chest as she went. Looking down and seeing the two of them jockeying to service me got me so excited that I started filling Jamie's mouth. After the second gush of cum, Jamie passed my cock over to Becky who nursed it until I was finished. Then she moved down to the bottom of the bed and shared her portion with Chrissy. Everyone was satisfied this morning!
After I came, both girls crawled back up my body and cuddled into either side. "A busy day today," I observed.
"Yes sir," Jamie answered, "and a scary one. This is going to be so hard for us."
"I'm just hoping that they accept this enough to come to our slavery ceremony," Becky said. "It would be a happier event for me if my family were there."
"Even though you will be giving up your freedom and you will be stripped naked, marked and collared?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky said. "I will be dedicating my life to you, and I want the important people in my life there to see it."
"Have I mentioned that the two of you are absolute treasures?" I asked. "How on earth did I get lucky enough to get not one, but two such loving, reasonably obedient women, eager to be my slaves?"
"Not lucky, loving," Jamie replied. "You showed us that you could own us and still love us."
"Well, you girls make it easy," I said.
"What will you be doing today while Jamie and I are emotionally torturing ourselves for our mothers?" Becky asked.
"Well, it seems as if next week I will be gaining two slaves, and I need to prepare for the ceremony," I told her. "There are things to buy, services to arrange for and vows to write. If I take Chrissy to help me, will you be able to refrain from torturing any information out of her?"
"I won't promise not to torture her," Becky replied, "but I promise that it won't be to extract any information."
"That's good enough for me!" I said. "What about Cindy? Are you going to take her with you?"
"We'll take her shopping, but if I can't get her to promise to not say a single word during lunch, then I'll ask her to get lunch by herself," Jamie said.
The girls reluctantly got up and got dressed for their outing with their mothers. They would first do a little shopping together, and then they would have lunch and unveil their new lives. I did not envy them. Before they left I said, "I will be home by about 2PM, so if you want to bring them over, or if they want to come talk to me, I'll be here for that. If they do, however, call me in advance and let me know if I need to have Chrissy dress."
They gathered Cindy up and prepared to leave. I kissed them goodbye as they left, and then I had Chrissy dress so that we could go shopping. I may not have had the kind of money that Chrissy had, but I had a nice stash put away, and I planned to spend a lot on my wedding.
Before we left, I asked Chrissy for advice. "It is clear they are treating this as a wedding, and that is what I want to make it for them. In a wedding, the bride wears a lovely white dress. I don't think a full wedding dress is appropriate, but I want something that is evocative of a wedding dress. Since they will be taking the dress off during the ceremony, it must be easy to remove. It should also be somewhat revealing, but I want it long and flowing, as if it had a train. Where do you think that I can get something like that?"
"I don't think you are going to find it in a standard bridal shop, sir," Chrissy told me with a smile. "However I know a really good dressmaker that can fashion almost anything that you are looking for, though it will have to be relatively simple given the timeframes we are working with."
"I knew that you'd be a huge help with this," I said. "We'll make your friend the first stop."
We took a cab to the shop that Chrissy specified, and I met with Michelle, the woman in charge. I explained to her the nature of the ceremony, and I described how I wanted the dress. She drew some quick sketches and showed me some materials that we could use. What she could do in a week was better than I thought I'd be able to get. I would definitely have to reward Chrissy for her help.
Before we left, Michelle asked, "Have you given any thought about a headpiece or a veil?" I hadn't, but Chrissy, Michelle and I discussed it and we came up with some nice ideas. I thanked Michelle and we went on to the next stop.
On our way over, I told Chrissy, "I can already see that I am not going to be able to accomplish everything that I need to in the time that I have today. Would you be able to make the arrangements with a florist and caterers during the week?"
"I'd be happy to help, sir," she replied, happily.
"I would also like you to be the ring bearer, among other things, during the ceremony," I said. "Would you be willing to do that for me?"
"Of course, sir!" she exclaimed. "I would be honored to be included in the ceremony in any way that you see fit."
"Excellent, though of course that means a new outfit for you as well," I told her. "I can't believe that I have to throw together an entire wedding ceremony, all of it non-traditional, in just a week. Luckily, I know I can count on you to help." Chrissy just beamed at me.
Our next stop was a reputable body piercing and tattoo shop. I was shopping for a particular kind of ring for each of my slaves, but they didn't have exactly what I was looking for. John, who owned the shop, suggested where I could find what I was looking for, and he assured me that he could do the work.
I also showed them a design that I wanted the girls tattooed with. Chrissy examined it, and made some suggestions for improvements. I agreed, and John told me how long it would take to do each of them. I asked if he had someone else that could do the work as well, so that they could be tattooed simultaneously. He said that he could do that, and we arranged for him to come by Friday night to do the work.
We went to the jewelry store that John had recommended. It was a small place that specialized in custom work. The proprietor, a woman named Emma, listened to what I wanted and pulled some samples out. It turned out that she had the items that I was looking for in stock. I was impressed with her work, so I discussed with her the other jewelry I was looking for. She said that she believed she could come up with what I wanted.
"Can you have it ready for me by Friday?" I asked.
She looked at me like I had grown another head. "You don't ask for much, do you?" she asked. "This is all custom work. I was thinking that I could have it ready in a month."
"I'm afraid that I need it by Friday," I told her. "I'm getting married on Saturday, and I need it for my brides by then."
"Brides?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"I'd be happy to pay the extra expense for the rush work," Chrissy told Emma.
"It would be a significant premium," Emma said. "I'd have to drop a lot of other work. But I guess your wedding is important to you."
"Oh, it's not my wedding," Chrissy said. "He is marrying my Mistress."
"Multiple brides, and one of them this one's Mistress, and both of them wearing jewelry like this," Emma said to me. "You lead an interesting life."
"Much more interesting of late," I acknowledged. I turned to Chrissy and said, "Are you sure that you want to pay the rush charges?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "This is very important to my Mistress, and I want to make it a happy day for her. You know the cost won't affect me, and I really want to contribute."
"OK, you really want to do this, so I'll allow it," I told her. We handed over credit cards and Emma promised to have everything ready by the end of the week.
By the time we left the store it was already after 1:00, so we grabbed some food from a street vendor and headed home. As we walked in the phone was ringing. I grabbed it as Chrissy was pulling her clothes off. It was Becky, who said, "Our mothers want to come over and talk to you. Are you up for it?"
"Of course," I said. "How did it go?"
"OK, I guess," she said. "I'll tell you about it later."
"Should I have Chrissy dress?" I asked.
"I don't think so," she said. "We need to get them used to the idea."
"OK, I'll see you soon. I love you, and tell Jamie that I love her as well," I told her.
"I will, sir. I'll see you soon," she said, and she hung up.
Later in the day, after their mothers had left, Becky told me the details of their day. This is her tale.
While we were on our way to meet our moms, we had a conversation with Cindy. Jamie told her, "This is going to be very difficult for Becky and me, and we really don't want you to mess it up. If you don't really think you can sit without making wisecracks, we'd appreciate it if you let us talk to them alone."
When Cindy realized how serious we were, she thought about it. "I think I can," she said. "I sometimes can't help making smart remarks, but I'll try hard, and if I start to say anything, just kick me."
"Are you sure that you won't be uncomfortable with us talking about it in front of you?" Jamie asked. "It's bound to get a little uncomfortable."
"I love you, Sis," Cindy replied. "I know that I can be a pain in the ass, but I want to be there to support you. I can be mature if I want to."
"Really?" Jamie asked with a sarcastic smirk.
"Yes, really!" Cindy replied, sticking her tongue out at Jamie.
"Be careful what you are offering," Becky told Cindy slyly.
Cindy looked confused, then shocked and finally she laughed.
"You know, I wanted to come into your room last night because I thought that they were killing you," Cindy told Jamie. "Then when I realized what was really happening, I wanted to run in even more."
Jamie got a satisfied smile on her face and said, "They took very good care of me last night."
"You sounded like a stuck pig!" Cindy said.
"Oh I was stuck all right," Jamie said. "More like a stuffed pig. Stuffed every way possible!"
Cindy thought about that for a minute and asked, "Does that mean what I think it means?"
"Mmmmm," was all Jamie said.
"Is there anything you don't do?" Cindy asked.
"If there is, I'm sure that my Master will think of it and rectify that situation," Jamie said.
Cindy shook her head, saying, "Your Master. I still can't believe that you want to be a slave."
"Don't knock it till you try it," Jamie responded, then, at the look in Cindy's eyes, said, "Never mind, I take it back."
Cindy laughed, and we all went to the store where we were meeting our moms. You know my mom, Claire, and Jamie's mom is Amy. We went shopping with them for a while, but I'm sure that they could tell that we were upset about something. It was finally time for lunch, and we took them to a nice restaurant that had private booths. We got a booth, and as Jamie went in, she gave Cindy the 'zip it' sign.
We sat down and ordered drinks, and Jamie and I kept exchanging nervous glances. Finally my mom said, "OK, are you going to tell me about it?"
"Tell you about what?" I asked.
"You are clearly upset about something, and it has been bothering you all morning," my mom said. "I can also tell that you are trying to work up the courage to me about it, so why don't we just save you some anguish and you can tell me about it now."
"You always could read me, mom," I said with a nervous laugh.
"I could," she replied, "so spit it out."
I looked nervously at Jamie again and said, "You always said that the most important thing is that I am happy, right?"
"Riiiight," my mom replied cautiously.
"Do you think that I've been happy recently?" I asked.
"Well, you haven't been completely miserable," she said.
"But I haven't really been happy either. And did you notice when I had my boyfriend over, how I treated him?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I pretty much tried to control him. I made him do what I wanted, when I wanted it. Do you remember?" I asked.
"Yes, you have him pussy whipped. What's wrong with that?" she asked with a smile.
I jumped on that. "You think it's OK for him to be pussy whipped?" I asked her.
"It's not the end of the world," she responded. "At least you get what you want."
"What if it were reversed?" I asked. "What if I was cock whipped?"
"Cock whipped? I've never heard that particular phrase before." she asked.
"Cock whipped. What if, instead of my pussy controlling him, his cock controlled me?" I asked.
"It doesn't sound like as much fun," she said with a smile.
"But it is," I said seriously.
"What do you mean?" my mom asked.
I glanced at Jamie for support again, and then plunged into the story. "I did have him pussy whipped, mom, but what I didn't understand is that he knew it, and he didn't like it. Finally, he told me that he didn't like it and he didn't want me anymore. He broke up with me."
"I'm so sorry, dear. When did it happen? Why didn't you call me?" she asked, very concerned.
"The story doesn't end there, mom," I went on. "He broke up with me, and he told me why. He said he was tired of being the whipped one. He was looking for a relationship where he was in control. He wanted to be the focus for a change. After he told me that, I realized that he was right, I had been a selfish bitch, and it drove him away."
"He called you a selfish bitch?" my mom shrieked, outraged.
"No, mom, he didn't," I said calmly. "I called myself a selfish bitch, because it is what I was. I cried all night and thought about what he said. The next day I called and begged him to let me talk to him. He didn't want to, but he relented and he took me out to dinner to talk. Mom, I begged him to come back, I told him that I could change, but he didn't buy it. He said that I could not change into what he was looking for."
I took a deep breath and a big drink. Then I continued, "I knew that he was wrong, mom. I love him, and I was not willing to let him go. So I made him an offer."
"What was your offer?" Jamie's mom asked.
"I offered to turn the relationship upside down," I explained. "Before it was all about me; I offered to make it all about him. I demanded to be his slave." I took another drink as both moms gasped.
"What do you mean, 'his slave'?" my mom demanded.
"Just what it sounds like," I told her. "I agreed to obey him completely; I agreed to carry out his every wish. I agreed to deny him nothing, ever." I couldn't believe that I had said that in such a calm tone of voice.
My mother looked at me like I was nuts. "Do you mean like a sex slave?" she asked.
"That's part of it," I said. "But a slave in every respect. I offered myself to him completely. If he accepted, he would own me; he would have complete control of every aspect of my life. If he told me to quit my job, I would. If he told me to have a baby, I would. If he told me to sleep with his boss so that he could get a promotion, I would. I would do anything and everything that he asked."
"You said 'If he accepted'," my mom said. "Did he accept?"
"No, he didn't," I said. "He told me that he didn't believe that I could change; that even if I would do what he wanted for a night, I would revert back as soon as I thought it was safe. So I offered him a compromise. I begged him to try me for thirty days. If at the end of thirty days I still wanted to be his slave, and if I had proved that I would be a good slave, then he would collar me, mark me and own me."
"Did he agree?" my mother asked.
I nodded.
"When did he agree?" she asked carefully.
"A month ago," I said quietly, "and next Saturday I am going to kneel at his feet and offer myself to him as his lifelong slave. I want you to be there, mother."
"You want me to come watch my daughter be humiliated like that?" she shrieked.
"No," I said calmly, "I want you to come and watch me enter into a relationship that is even more committed than marriage." My mother was speechless. It was clear that she didn't know what to say.
"What do you think of this, Jamie?" Amy asked.
Up until this point, Jamie had been letting me lead. Now she took over.
"When Becky told me about this, I thought she was crazy. He would not let her wear clothes in their apartment, and she was willing to do anything that he said. When I came over she would not even cover up because he had only allowed her to wear a skirt.
"I thought that he was brainwashing her, or that she was a crazy ex-girlfriend making a last ditch, desperate attempt to win her undeserving boyfriend back. So I hung around with them. I wanted to protect Becky. But I discovered that she did not need protecting. Becky has been happier this past month than she has been since before high school. And if there was anyone to protect, it was him.
"He was content dominating Becky, but she wanted to make sure that he knew she would make an excellent slave. She pushed him to use her. She found other women for him to sleep with so that he would have variety. She insisted that he punish her for every offense. She pushed him to be even more in control than he had intended to be. I quickly came to realize that the relationship was very good for Becky, and made her very happy. And that made me happy, and it should make you happy as well."
Jamie's mother gave her a hard look and asked, "Should I be concerned that you and Becky have recently become roommates again, especially given that she will become her boyfriend's slave next week?"
"Well, it depends what you mean by concerned," Jamie said nervously. "You see, while I was hanging around with them, trying to protect Becky, I realized how good their relationship was, and I was wishing that I had someone to have such a close relationship with."
She looked lovingly at me and continued, "And then, to my shock, amazement and gratitude, they offered to share it with me. Mom, next week when Becky bows before her Master and offers herself up as his slave, I will be kneeling right next to her making the same offer to him."
Silence reigned for about thirty seconds as the two mothers looked at each other. Then pandemonium broke loose as both started screaming at their daughters. When they realized that the whole restaurant was watching they lowered their voices, but the message was the same. 'Are you girls crazy?' 'How can you do this to your family?' 'How can this ever work out?' And it went on and on.
We just sat quietly taking it, though I started to cry silently. Finally, Cindy said, "Would you two shut up?" The mothers shut up and all four of us stared at Cindy in amazement.
"I spent a lot of time tagging along with them when I was a kid, and I've been pretty close to Jamie since then," she said. "And in all the time that I've known them, I've never seen them so happy. I just spent a single day with them, but I realized immediately that they all love each other madly, and if, as their mothers, you cannot appreciate that and put their happiness first, then you are hypocrites, and you don't deserve to be invited to witness their love." She sat back and glared at the two older women.
This time the silence was even longer. Finally, Mother and Amy looked at each other meaningfully and my mom said, "Becky, Jamie, I apologize. This hit me suddenly, and I did not take time to rationally think it through. I am not saying that I approve, but I am willing to discuss it."
"OK," I said, taking Jamie's hand for support, "but this is not something we will be discussed out of. We both love him, and we are going to go through with this."
"Have you really thought it all out?" Mom asked. "You say that you will be even more committed than a marriage. How will that work with the three of you?"
"Well, if our current relationship is any indication, very well indeed," I answered. "We all get along very well and complement each other perfectly."
"Are you and Jamie... ?" Mom asked.
"Yes, mother," I said with an exasperated tone. "It turns out that your daughters are bisexual. And since we loved each other anyway, it wasn't such a large step to sleep together."
"What about children?" Amy asked. "Are you going to have children?"
Jamie calmly replied, "If our Master wants us to have children, he'll have one or both of us go off the pill and he'll make a baby in one of us. If he wants one, he'll make one; if he wants ten, he'll make ten. It is not our choice."
"Do you mean that you won't even have a say in whether or not you have children?" Amy asked.
"Our bodies are his to do with as he wants," Jamie replied.
"Oh, please!" Cindy exclaimed. "You are worse than your mothers are! I don't know him that well, but I saw enough so that I do not believe for a second that he would do something that life altering without knowing for sure that you want it. You are just trying to tweak mother's tail!"
Jamie looked abashed and admitted, "Perhaps I've overstated how it would happen. The fact remains that if he tells me to go off the pill so that he can knock me up, I'd do it, and so would Becky. But you are correct; I'm sure we would discuss it first." Once again, Cindy had headed off a major argument. I was quite happy that Jamie had decided to bring her along.
Amy digested the last part of the conversation and said, "You said that Becky found other women for him to sleep with. You are OK with that?"
"Yes, it's only fair," Jamie answered. "You see, Becky and I and a number of other women go out on Tuesday nights, and Becky decided that she did not want him to be lonely, so each Tuesday night we find him someone to keep him company while we are gone."
"And it doesn't bother you that he is cheating on you?" Amy asked.
I angrily replied, "He is not cheating on us! We know about everyone that he sleeps with, before he does. In fact, all of them were pushed on him by us! I am the only one in this relationship that cheated on anyone!"
"What do you mean?" my mother asked me.
"It's a little complicated," I replied. "Are you sure that you want to hear the sordid details of my sex life?"
"After what I've already heard, I don't think any details will shock me," Mom said.
"OK," I said with a sigh. "Jamie mentioned our Tuesday nights. Well, the other women that we are with enjoy being regaled by tales of our relationship. Since we are entertaining them, our Master figured that the other women had to pay something for the pleasure. So he has them perform certain... tasks for him. Last week, he insisted that all of them must have bare pussies if they wanted to go out with us, and that I was the one to do the shaving. One of my co-workers, Joan, propositioned me while she was on my desk in front of me being shaved. I'm embarrassed to say that I gave in and licked her.
"My Master was quite angry at me, because he views this as a committed relationship, and I broke that commitment by doing something sexual with another person without his permission. I'm afraid that I will be severely punished for what I did. But when he was chastising me, he explained in no uncertain terms that he would never sleep with anyone without our prior knowledge. Given the nature of our relationship, he has a complete right to do whatever he wants, including sleeping with as many people as he wants, and he can do it without telling us. Considering that he unilaterally gave up that right, I believe that shows that he is even more committed to our relationship than I had been! I deserve any punishment that he chooses to give me."
"So you do what he says, and he punishes you if you don't, and you accept that punishment and change your behavior if he demands it, is that about right?" my mother asked.
"Yes, that's correct," I said.
She shook her head and said, "That's more than I was ever able to accomplish with you."
I smiled slyly at her and said, "Well, if you want something from me in the future, now you know that you can just ask him. And we both know that he is far more reasonable than I am."
"Good point," my mother said. "Maybe I should ask him if I could see him punish you. Lord knows I wanted to take you over my knee for a good spanking many times when you were growing up!"
"Does that mean that you approve of my relationship?" I asked her.
"NO!" she said emphatically. "However, it does mean that I might be able to accept it. I love you, sweetheart, and I do want you to be happy. Plus, I know how stubborn you are. It amazes me that he is able to control you at all. I do want to talk to your 'Master' though, and make sure that he understands that I will not tolerate him abusing you!"
"Not even if I want the abuse?" I asked.
"Don't start with me, young lady!" mother said.
"What about you, mom?" Jamie asked her mother. "Are you OK with this?"
"I'm not sure yet," Amy replied. "At least Becky had been dating him for a while. Based on what I heard about their past relationship, I can understand why she loves him and is willing to do this for him. But why are you? You can't love him this quickly, and you didn't have the same relationship as Becky did. Why do you want to submit to him as well?"
"I guess it's not as cut and dried for me," Jamie said. "I've always liked him, and of course I love Becky. I didn't go into this expecting to fall in love with both of them and end up this way. You're wrong, though, mom. I did fall in love that quickly, and I believe that he loves me as well. He might love Becky more, but he loves me too, and I can say that I feel completely comfortable and happy with our relationship."
"You fool!" I said. "Of course he loves you as much as me. He probably loves you more; you are a much better slave than I am!" Jamie just stuck her tongue out at me and grabbed me into a hug.
"Well I want to meet this person as well," Amy said.
"He anticipated that," I told them. "He should be home shortly and he is willing to sit down and talk things over with you."
"I can understand why you were so nervous this morning," my mother said. "Any other bombshells that you want to drop on us?"
I looked guiltily at Jamie and my mother said, "Oh no! What else? Are you pregnant?"
"No, mother," I said, "but there is something else." For some reason, perhaps because of the emotional drain of the last half hour, I could not get up the courage to say anything, so I turned to Jamie and asked, "Can you tell them?"
Jamie kissed me and nodded. She tuned to my mother and said, "As you might imagine, this... relationship has lead us to be a little more open and experimental than we may have been in the past. While testing some limits, Becky came across this woman who... well, the long and the short of it is that, despite Becky having a Master of her own, she owns a slave as well; a woman named Chrissy."
Both mothers' jaws dropped. Cindy piped in, "She's a very nice woman."
My mother just shook her head. "I don't know what to say. Are you saying that you now live in a house with a Master and three slaves?"
"A Master with two slaves, and then one more slave that belongs to me," I clarified.
"Oh, that's much better!" my mother said sarcastically.
"I'll admit, we don't have a traditional relationship," I said, and my mother snorted. "But we are happy the way we are. Can't you just accept that and be happy for us?"
"I'm still working my way through this," my mother said, "but I do want you to be happy. Let's go meet this new 'Master' of yours."
"OK," I said, "but all of you had better be nice to him!"
Of course I did not know how the whole conversation went when Becky and Jamie arrived with their mothers. Chrissy and I were sitting in the study when I heard them come in the front door. We got up to greet them. Of course, based on Becky's advice, Chrissy was nude. As I walked into the foyer, I saw Becky and Jamie stripping their clothes off and their mothers looking at them with surprise. Cindy was just standing calmly on the side taking it all in. "I'd imagine that they have been shocking you most of the afternoon," I said to Amy and Claire.
The mothers looked up at me as the girls rushed over to give me kisses and hugs. When they hugged me, they squeezed me very hard; they were clearly looking for reassurance and support, and I gave it to them. Chrissy walked up and gathered their clothes, then turned to the mothers and curtsied, saying, "Good afternoon, ma'am, I'm Chrissy. Can I get you a drink or a snack?"
"No thank you," Amy said.
"I could use a strong screwdriver," Becky's mom said.
"Yes, ma'am," Chrissy said, and went to get the drink.
"Would you like to come have a seat in our study?" I asked. "I imagine there are some things that we need to discuss." They nodded and I lead everyone to the study.
"Nice place," Claire said.
"Thank you, it's Chrissy's," I told her. "We were looking for a bigger place and Chrissy convinced us to move in with her."
"Is this one of the privileges on owning a slave?" Amy asked. "You own her property as well?"
"I suppose it could be," I said, "but that is not the way that it works. First of all, I do not own Chrissy, Becky does. Secondly, we are all paying her rent, though admittedly not the market value of this place. Nonetheless, we live like a family, so it is not that I own what was the girls', but rather that we jointly own everything together. And that is by agreement alone; legally, we each own our own things."
"Still, you must be a happy camper," Claire said. "You have three naked girls running around, and from what I understand, numerous girls on the side."
"Well, if you are asking am I happy with the situation, of course I am," I responded. "I have three women who will do anything that I want, simply because I want it. I would be a fool not to be happy with that. But I like to think that they are getting something out of this relationship as well."
Chrissy returned with the drink for Claire, and she took a big swallow before asking, "And what do they get out of this relationship?"
"You'd have to ask them specifically, but I think they are getting a lot of love, some adventure and a feeling of stability; that is, someone is there to take care of them. Is that how you see it girls?"
Both Jamie and Becky nodded, and Jamie added, "I have a freedom that I've never had before. I do whatever my Master tells me, and there is no guilt or remorse. If it feels good, and it almost always does, then I can enjoy it without worrying about whether it is right or wrong; if he tells me to do it, then it is right!"
"The same is true for me," Becky added. "But for me, he also made me realize that I was not a particularly nice person. When he showed me what I had become, I realized that I wanted to be someone different; someone that is kind and loving; he is helping me become that person. Plus, I really have fun trying to come up with new ways to please him!"
"I think I've heard enough personal details for right now," Claire said. She turned to me and asked, "So what are your plans for our daughters?"
"I plan to marry them, in my own way," I told her. "If they still want to by next Saturday, they will offer themselves to me one final time. I will then accept them, and in so doing, I will be committing myself to them for the rest of our lives. I take this very seriously. A month ago I was not ready to marry your daughter, but now I am, and I am ready to marry Jamie as well. I would very much like to have your and your husband's blessings, but Becky, Jamie and I are grown people, and if we all agree we will go through with this. If you cannot accept us for who we are, then we will have to continue our lives without you, but we are desperately hoping that you can accept us, and how we want to live. We want you in our lives."
"So you just want to be a normal part of the family? And when you come over for a holiday dinner, you'll bring your three naked slave girls?" Amy asked.
"Yes, I want to be part of your families," I responded. "I don't have a family of my own any more, but I can see how much you mean to the girls. When I was getting to know Jamie I went through her things, and the picture that they drew for me was of someone who was raised in a very happy family setting. When Jamie joined us, in fact, she said she had missed that sense of family since she left home. So I very much want them to remain a part of their families, and it would make me very happy to be part of that as well.
"As for holiday dinners," I said with a smile, "I think I can allow them to wear clothes to those occasions. And if we have big family dinners here, I will allow them clothes as well. But if you are just coming by for a visit, then they will be naked, and they will remain naked, because that is the way that we live."
"I notice that you are still wearing your clothes," Claire said.
"That is correct," I said. "First of all, I would not want to offend you by being naked in front of you for this meeting. I feel vulnerable enough just having this conversation; I don't think I could possibly have done it naked. Secondly, being the top dog has certain privileges. It is true; I make these girls run around naked for my benefit while I remain dressed. It excites me, and I believe it excites them. But whatever the reason, in our house, it is my decision, and this is what I choose. Whether you like it or not, that is the way that it will be."
The mothers sat there for a few moments in silence, and then Claire said, "I can't say yet that I approve of this situation, but I love my child, and I can see that she is determined to go through with this. I don't want to lose her, so we will have to go along with it. Frankly, as I told her earlier, I am very impressed that anyone can get her to do what they want, so there must be something to you!"
"A lot of love and some painful discipline," I said, smiling at Becky.
"And what about you?" I asked Jamie's mom.
"I guess that I have to agree with Claire. She knows you better than I do, and she clearly doesn't think you are a raving lunatic, so hopefully things will work out. But I have to warn you, if you hurt my daughter, I and my husband will come after you and kill you, do you understand?"
"I do, ma'am, and I agree with you," I said. "I might hurt her in little ways; that happens in every relationship. However I would never do anything to seriously injure either of your daughters. I love them both too much." The two girls rushed over and both of them hugged me.
"I think I'll take that drink now," Amy said.
"How about champagne all around?" I asked, and Chrissy went off to get some. "Girls, have you invited your families yet?"
"No, sir, we haven't," Jamie said.
"Then you probably should now," I told them.
"Mom, Amy, I mentioned how next Saturday we would be offering ourselves to our Master," Becky said. "This will be the closest thing to a wedding that either of us will ever have. We would be very happy if you would attend this ceremony."
"Before you accept, I just want to warn you," I said. "This will not be a traditional ceremony. These two beautiful women will be offering themselves to me, and I will be accepting. The relationship is something more than a traditional man and wife, and I will be displaying my ownership of them. By the end of the ceremony, they will be nude and on display. We would very much like you to be there, but I need you to understand what it will be like so that you are not surprised."
Claire looked at Becky and said, "You expect me to break this to your father, don't you?" Becky didn't look directly at her, but she nodded her head.
"Well, I didn't raise any dummies," Claire sighed. "I'll tell him, but I think he will want to meet with all of you before this 'ceremony'."
"Yes, mother," Becky said quietly.
"Well that's a first!" Claire said. "You are definitely making her a more obedient girl!"
"You have no idea," I said.
"I don't want to know!" Claire replied with a laugh.
Chrissy came back six glasses of champagne and gave one to each of us. "Thank you for being so understanding," I said. "To the two of you, who raised such amazing and loving daughters. They really are a credit to you."
"Thank you," they said, and we drank our toast.
"When are you going to talk to dad?" Becky asked.
"Tonight, I think," Claire said. "I've had enough to drink that I should be able to fight him down. I'd still suggest you lock your door tonight."
"Mom! You don't really think that he will do anything stupid, do you?" Becky asked.
"No, I'm just being melodramatic. I'm sure that he'll be fine," Claire said.
"Would you like to set up an evening to have dinner together, to discuss this with your husbands?" I asked.
"How about Wednesday night?" Claire asked. "Monday is too soon, and I know that you are all busy on Tuesdays, so Wednesday?"
"That works for us," I said.
"You are not going to even ask them?" Amy asked.
I smiled at her and said, "It is one of the benefits of this relationship. If I tell them that Wednesday is OK, then it will be OK for them."
"What he is not telling you," Jamie jumped in, "is that he knows our schedules, and he knows full well that we will be available. If he wasn't sure, I'm positive he would have consulted with us."
"You're giving away my secrets, Jamie," I said.
"I'm sorry, sir. I meant no offense," she said, and it was clear that she meant it.
"Mmmmm, I can see what you mean by obedient," Amy said to Claire. "I can't remember Jamie ever learning a lesson that quickly."
"It's a matter of rewards and punishment," I said. "I know what they want, and what they don't want, and I am willing to bestow and withhold to get my way. It works out very well, at least for me."
"Would anyone like a snack or another drink?" Chrissy asked.
"I'd like some fruit, Chrissy," I said.
"Yes, sir," she replied, and went off to the kitchen.
"Talk about obedient," Cindy said.
"Chrissy's relationship with us is quite different than the relationship between me and Jamie and Becky," I said quickly. I didn't want them getting the wrong idea.
"Really, how so?" asked Claire.
"Mom, can we talk about it another time?" Becky asked. "I am emotionally wrung out, and I do not want to start down a different path. I promise when we have time I'll tell you all about it."
"That's fine," Claire said. "I'm sure that this was a hard day for you."
"It was," Becky said, beginning to cry. She got up and went over to hug her mother. "Thank you for accepting this! It would have crushed me if you hadn't." She began sobbing into Claire's neck, and Claire was attempting to comfort her, though it was clear her daughter's nudity was somewhat troubling. I was going to suggest that the girls put something on when Claire seemed to come to some sort of resolution in her head, and she pulled Becky in tighter for a hug. Jamie went over to her mother, and though she did not speak out loud, her eyes said the same thing that Becky had.
As they were crying and holding their mothers, Chrissy came back and put down the fruit basket. She saw what was happening and just dropped into position on her knees next to me. Eventually, the girls were all cried out and they got tissues to fix themselves up.
Amy said, "Claire, we need to start heading back," which caused another round of hugs and weeping.
As they were leaving, Amy seemed a bit torn. "You are going to stay here, Cindy?" She was clearly not entirely happy about that.
"Mom, don't be silly," she said. "They are not going to grab me and rape me the second you leave. They might have an unusual relationship, but it is still a relationship. I was here last night, and I slept alone in my bed; no nocturnal visitors attacking me. Go home, and I will stay here and make sure that Jamie is fine."
Amy still didn't look sure, but she nodded her head and left with Claire. After the door closed behind them I collapsed on the couch and said, "Whew. That did not go as badly as I had feared."
Jamie and Becky both came over to flank me, pushing their bodies into mine. Jamie looked over at Cindy and said, "Thank you, sis. You saved us a bunch of times today. I was contemplating asking you not to come to lunch with us today, but I think it would have gone far worse if you were not there. You calmed mom and Claire right down. Thank you. I don't know how to repay you."
"Oh, I'll think of something," Cindy said with a smirk.
"Is anyone up to going out to dinner?" I asked.
"No!" Becky and Jamie said simultaneously.
"Chinese it is," I said. "Chrissy, please go order it, and then come back and comfort your Mistress."
Becky smiled at me and pushed herself tighter into me. Chrissy got orders from everyone, and when she was done calling it in she came over and sat next to Becky. Becky turned to her and cuddled up, pulling Chrissy into her lap. I pulled Jamie into my lap, and held her as well.
"I feel a little left out," Cindy said. Jamie slid off of me and held her arms open, and Cindy came over they hugged each other.
"I hope you don't mind if we don't mimic them completely," Cindy said to her sister, pointing out that Becky was fondling and squeezing Chrissy's nipple.
"I think we can just hug," Jamie said, laughing. I put my arms around both Becky and Jamie as they cuddled with their respective partners, and we stayed that way until the doorbell rang.
Looking around, Cindy said, "I'm dressed. I can get it."
I said, "No, that's OK. Becky will get it." Becky blushed, but got up and got the door.
"After all she went through today, you are making her answer the door in the nude?" Cindy asked.
"It's not your place to question him!" Jamie admonished her sister.
"Actually, she is not my slave, so she can question all she wants," I said. "I won't always answer, but I will this time. I asked Becky to go specifically because she has had such a hard day. This will put some normalcy back into her life."
"Normalcy?" Cindy asked. "It's normal to answer the door naked?"
"No, it's normal to do what I tell her to do," I said.
Cindy just shook her head, but Becky was definitely happier when she came back. "Chinese delivery will be fast from now on," she said with a smile. We sat on the couch and ate our dinner. Have you ever eaten Chinese food on a couch with a naked woman? You should try it. There is always a certain amount of spillage, and I made a rule that stated you may not clean food off of yourself; that would be someone else's job, and they had to use their tongue. I took my shirt off as well. I have never seen the girls that uncoordinated. It seemed that every bite dripped something on them. It was a good thing that I liked what they ordered.
Cindy said, "I feel left out again."
"Then join in," I told her, licking up a line of sauce from between Becky's breasts. I started moving over to lick some rice off of Jamie when Cindy leaned down and scooped it up with her tongue.
"Cindy!" Jamie exclaimed.
"What?" Cindy asked. "Are you afraid I might lick somewhere private?" After she said that she leaned over and ran her tongue from the bottom of Jamie's breast, over the nipple and up to the top.
To Jamie's credit, she didn't try to pull away; she simply said, "Sir!"
It was my turn to say, "What?"
"She's my sister!" she exclaimed.
"I'll tell you what," I proposed. "If you are not wet right now, I'll have her stop."
"That's OK, sir," she mumbled.
However I turned to Cindy and said, "Would you like to check?"
Cindy got an evil grin on her face and ran her finger through Jamie's pussy. It glistened when she pulled it out. "Definitely not dry," she said.
She reached for a napkin to wipe her hand off and I said, "What do you think you are doing? Everyone in the room is dying for a taste! Don't you dare waste it!" I pulled her hand to my face and popped her finger into my mouth. I looked her right in the eye as I sucked her finger clean. When I was done, I released her finger and went back to my food.
When Cindy licked the next dripped piece off of her sister, Jamie complained, "It's not fair, sir. She gets to lick the food, but she is still wearing her shirt."
I looked at both of them and said, "Life's not fair. Live with it." Cindy stuck her tongue out at Jamie and went back to eating. When we were done with dinner I decided that it was bedtime for all of us.
"Now I'm jealous," Cindy said.
"Why?" Becky asked.
"I think after that workup, it's fairly clear what all of you are going off to do. And here I am, alone," she whined.
"Would you like me to lend you Chrissy?" I asked.
"What?" Cindy asked as Jamie shrieked, "No!"
"Excuse me Jamie? Did you just say no to me?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, sir. It's just that you are corrupting my sister!" she replied.
"Oh, really? I'm corrupting her? Maybe instead of Chrissy I should lend her you for the night," I said.
Jamie's eyes got wide and she put a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, sir. I take it back. You are not corrupting her; you are just trying to help out a guest in our home. I apologize for questioning you."
Cindy's evil smirk had returned, and I turned to her and said, "The offer is on the table. You may have either Chrissy or your sister tonight, if you so choose."
Cindy appeared to think about it for a minute before she let her sister off the hook. "I don't think I'm ready for that, but thank you. I wouldn't mind borrowing a toy or two from your slaves, however."
"Chrissy, go show Cindy the toy box and let her pick out whatever she wants," I instructed. "Jamie, say good night to your sister, and you might want to thank her again."
"Good night, sis," Jamie said. "I do need to thank you again for today, and perhaps for tonight as well."
"Would you have really come with me and obeyed me tonight?" Cindy asked her sister.
"If he instructed me to, of course," Jamie said.
"Amazing," Cindy said, shaking her head as she followed Chrissy upstairs.
The girls and I cleaned up the food and put everything away. We went upstairs, and in the hallway we passed Cindy again. "That is a truly impressive collection," she said.
"We like to be sure we have something to cover all occasions," Becky explained.
"I'll return what I borrowed tomorrow," Cindy said, and stepped into her room. The rest of us went to our room, and we all piled in the shower to wash off the food remains.
When we got out of the shower, I asked the girls, "Are you up to anything tonight, or do you just want to sleep?"
"After you worked me up like that?" Jamie asked. "You damn well better believe that I am not ready for sleep."
"Actually, sir, today completely wiped me out," Becky told me. "Do you mind if I just turn in for the night?"
"Not at all," I said, taking her in my arms for a hug. "Why don't you go to your bedroom with Chrissy and the two of you can cuddle up together. Or if you want, you can stay here, though I think your sister slave is going to be a bit loud."
"I think I'll take Chrissy to my room," Becky said.
"OK," I told her, kissing her on the top of her head. "Come back anytime you want." She kissed me good night, grabbed Chrissy by the hand, and walked out of the room.
After they left I turned to Jamie and with a leer on my face I asked, "How do you want it?"
"Hard and fast, sir!" she replied, practically panting. I went to the toy box and got a blindfold. I put her onto the bed, tied the blindfold around her eyes and then tied her arms to the bedposts.
I climbed on top of her and kissed her hard on her mouth. Then I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, "With Becky and Chrissy gone, maybe I should invite Cindy in. I'll give her a strap on and tell her to have at you. Would you like that?"
"No, sir," she said, but her increased rate of breathing belied that statement.
"If you lie to me again, you will be punished severely. Think about it carefully and tell me. Would it turn you on if I brought Cindy in here?" I asked her.
"I don't know, sir," she said in an anguished tone of voice. "It would be wrong!"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because she is my sister!" she exclaimed.
"But what if your Master told you to have sex with her?" I asked. "What would you do if I told you that what I wanted was to see the two of you together? Would you do it?"
"Oh, yes! I would, sir! I would do whatever you wanted!" she screamed, and I rammed my cock up her very hot, very wet pussy in one hard stroke.
"You say it's wrong," I panted between strokes, "but you get so turned on by the thought. You need to remember that I am the one that decides if it is wrong or not; not society and not you."
"I understand, sir! I'll do whatever you want!" she screamed.
"I want you to fuck me!" I told her, and she started pushing her hips up to meet every stroke. I was pounding into her, my pubic bone hitting hers on every stroke, my hips meeting with her, my balls slapping her ass. We could not keep the pace up long, and within a minute she was cumming around my cock.
I pulled out before I could cum and flipped her over and pulled her hips up. Her hands were still tied to the bedposts, but her arms were now crossed in front of her. I went to the door and opened it slightly, and then I got back onto the bed behind her. I slowly slipped my cock into her hot twat and I said, "Make believe I am Cindy. I am wearing your strap on, and I am right behind you, fucking your sexy pussy." I could feel her cunt clench around my cock when I told her that. "Let me hear you beg for it!"
"Please, sir, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she said.
"I am not your Master," I said, "I am your sister."
She started quietly, "Please Cindy, please fuck my cunt. You got me so hot at dinner, licking my tit like that. I can't stop thinking of you. Please put a finger in my ass while you fuck me!"
I obliged, and she continued, her voice getting louder. "Oh, your fake cock feels so real in me. You make me feel so good Cindy. Please fuck me, please fuck me now. Put another finger in my ass!"
Her voice got even louder as she encouraged me to put a third finger in her ass, and then she screamed, "Fuck my ass, Cindy! Take that strap on and plow me! Do it now!" I pulled out and shoved my cock into her ass. She screamed in pleasure and kept encouraging Cindy. "Keep it up! Squeeze the tits that you licked at dinner. I'm going to cum on your cock Cindy. Do it, fuck me Cindy!" she wailed, and her ass started clenching around my cock as she came, which in turn caused me to spurt my hot cum deep into her rectum.
I collapsed on top of her, and then dragged her sideways as I fell to the bed. I started untying her arms when I heard the door click shut. I pulled her close to me, leaving her blindfold on. My final thought before falling asleep was, 'I wonder who it was that closed the door?'
Chapter 30
Sunday - Day 30
I awoke on Sunday to the familiar feel of Becky giving me a blow job. I opened my eyes and looked to the left to see Jamie sleeping beside me, the covers kicked off and her gloriously nude body displayed for my pleasure. A glance towards the bottom of the bed showed Chrissy's head peeking over the foot of the bed. All was right in the world.
Isn't it funny how in such a short time the amazing becomes the usual? If you had told me thirty one days ago that I would wake up expecting a fabulous blowjob from a sexy redhead while a nude brunette lay beside me and a completely subservient blonde watched, I would have said you were crazy. Now it was what I expected. However, while I expected it, I still treasured it.
I glanced down and Becky and said, "Today is thirty days. Would you have been willing to offer yourself to me today?"
Becky extracted my cock from her mouth and looked at me like I was crazy. "Of course, sir! If it were not for the fact that I thought it would be unfair to Jamie, I would offer myself this instant!"
"I know that, tiger," I said. "I just like to hear it. I am still afraid that I will wake up and it will all have been a dream!"
"A wet dream, I assume," she replied as she ran her tongue down the underside of my dick. "Maybe a year or two of using us as you see fit will convince you it is real!"
I laughed as she started sucking on me for real. I concentrated on the feeling and was shortly ejecting a large amount of semen directly into Becky's mouth. When I was finished cumming, Becky moved down to Chrissy. She pulled her hair so that Chrissy's mouth was facing up, then positioning her mouth about six inches over Chrissy's, she dripped some of my cum into her slave's mouth. It was very sexy to see.
Becky then crawled up the bed until her head was over Jamie's. She stuck her cum-covered tongue out and licked at Jamie's lips. When Jamie opened her mouth slightly in response, she dripped more cum into Jamie's mouth. Jamie wrapped her arms around Becky's neck and pulled her into a tongue swapping kiss. When all the cum was gone, Jamie said, "Mmmmm, what a lovely way to wake up. I swear, since I have been living with you I look forward to waking up! It's always such a pleasant change from an alarm clock."
Becky moved over to snuggle next to Jamie and gestured to Chrissy. She pointed at my cock and Chrissy crawled between my legs to clean my cock. When she was done, she rested her head on my thigh and ran her finger lightly over my balls; not playing with me, just passing time.
"So what is on the agenda today?" I asked.
"Breakfast, then party preparation," Becky answered. "By the way, sir, since this party is really for our friends, I've asked Chrissy to be our serving girl for the afternoon."
"Will she be wearing a maid's outfit?" I asked.
"Yes, sir, but not the one that I have," Becky assured me. "We got a regular maid outfit, although it is a little slutty. But of course, my little Chrissy doesn't mind being a complete slut for her mistress, does she?"
"Of course not, Mistress," Chrissy responded.
"But what will we do if her slutty clothes turn on some of our guests?" I asked.
"Well, I guess that I will have to have Chrissy relieve them," Becky said. "She's very good with her mouth you know."
"I know very well," I said, looking fondly down at the woman who was breathing on my cock. "But won't that give people the idea that all she is for is a convenient orifice for them to relieve themselves."
"It isn't far from the truth," Becky said with a grin, and I could feel Chrissy's breath getting faster.
"Maybe we can give out door prizes," I suggested. "A few lucky men get a patented Slave Chrissy Deep Throat. It will certainly make our parties popular."
"Ooooo, I like the idea," Becky said. "Chrissy, if anyone hands you a slip that says 'Door Prize Winner' on it, you are to take them into an empty room and offer them your mouth. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Chrissy replied in a whisper.
"And will you obey?" Becky asked.
"Of course, Mistress," Chrissy replied.
"And is the thought of servicing strange men at my instruction turning you on?" Becky asked.
"Oh yes, Mistress!" Chrissy responded.
"Then climb on my face and let me taste you," Becky said, rolling onto her back. Chrissy quickly scooted around the bed to Becky and straddled her head. Becky pulled her pussy down to lick it as Chrissy leaned forward against the wall. Jamie rolled over onto Becky, spread Chrissy's ass and stuck her tongue up Chrissy's asshole. Between the dual assault and the thought of what might come later in the day, Chrissy took only seconds to begin cumming. Becky and Jamie took Chrissy through two orgasms before allowing her to fall to the bed.
"Mmmmm," I sighed contentedly, "Just another normal morning in our home."
I allowed the girls to relax in bed for a while longer as I went downstairs to prepare breakfast. I found Cindy in the kitchen drinking her coffee. She was wearing an extra long tee shirt that covered her to her thighs. It looked like she was not wearing a bra, though I could not tell if she had panties on.
"Ah, another coffee drinking barbarian," I said.
"I don't understand how you can start your morning without it!" Cindy said, shuddering.
"It's all a matter of willpower," I smirked.
"Oh, yes, you have a lot of willpower," she said sarcastically. "I can see that you resist the temptations around you constantly. Last night and this morning you were clearly resisting."
"But my temptations are good for me!" I said, smiling. "Plus, they would be soooo disappointed if I resisted."
"You know, my mother was worried that you might be corrupting me if I stayed," she said. "It looked to me like you were working on corrupting my sister further, not me."
"So you were watching last night?" I asked.
Cindy blushed and said, "Your door was open and Jamie was calling me. What did you expect?"
I just smiled at her as I got myself a glass of juice.
"Why was she pretending that you were me?" she asked.
"Because I told her to," I replied.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"Because it is something that she would never do herself. You are her sister, completely forbidden," I explained. "The thought that I might make her do anything with you got her extremely hot, as you might have noticed."
"Would you make her do that?" she asked nervously.
I smiled at her again and said, "It was just a fantasy."
"That doesn't answer my question," she said.
"It's all the answer that you are going to get right now," I replied. "Would you take some coffee upstairs for the others while I make breakfast? Tell them I'll bring it up and they can have breakfast in bed. You can join us as well."
"OK," she said, and she took the pot and some cups up with her. I made a whole heap of scrambled eggs and bacon and put the whole mess on a tray with plates and utensils and carried it upstairs.
I walked in and the girls were still lazily lying in bed. The room smelled of cum and pussy and Chrissy had clearly still not recovered from the treatment that she had received. Cindy was sitting on the bed leaning against some pillows, sipping her coffee. Her legs were crossed in front of her, and my question about underwear was answered; she was not wearing any.
"Food!" Becky exclaimed and scrambled over to help me lay everything out. I dished some out for everyone, and Chrissy finally roused herself enough to partake. We enjoyed the meal together, Cindy apparently unbothered by the others' nudity. We discussed the plans for today, and when we finished eating, everyone went to clean up and prepare for the day while I took the remains of breakfast away. Cindy went to the bathroom with the others; I wondered how she would react to their morning ablutions.
For the rest of the morning we all cleaned and straightened for the party. The food arrived just after noon, and by about two the guests started arriving. Chrissy, dressed in a maid outfit that might raise an eyebrow or two, but not cause a riot, was circulating amongst the guests handing out hors d'oeuvres. For once Becky and Jamie were not matching; Becky was in a fairly short skirt and a low cut shirt while Jamie was in a sundress. They took pains to demonstrate before the party that neither was wearing underwear.
We all mingled among the guests. Each of us had a contingent that the other did not know. There were about eight of my co-workers with guests, and only one knew Becky. Becky had six of her co-workers, but I only knew one besides Rachel and Joan. And Jamie had only four co-workers, none of whom Becky or I knew. In addition there were our joint friends, some friends of mine and Becky, and finally there were some friends of Jamie that neither Becky nor I knew.
We had a nice night mingling with old friends and making new ones. The other interesting mix at the party were those that knew the dynamic of our household, and those that did not; those that did looked a little surprised at the normality of the party, and seemed to be waiting for something to happen.
Shortly after they arrived I managed to talk to Bob and Lisa. After initial pleasantries Lisa said, "After some of the stories that I've heard I expected to see Becky and Jamie serving food on their naked backs. This seems like a regular party."
"That's because this is a regular party," I explained. "There are a lot of people that we don't know very well, and we don't feel that they need to know how we live. If this were a private party with just close friends, we would be acting differently. I don't know about serving food on naked backs, but I'll keep it in mind for the future."
"It wasn't meant as a suggestion!" Lisa exclaimed.
"Look, you've spoken with Jill and with Becky, right?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Then try not to be too judgmental," I said. "You know that everything is consensual and above board, but I also know that if you haven't experienced it first hand, you can't know what it is really like. We'll have you over for dinner one night and put you more at ease, but until then, relax and have a good time."
"You're right," Lisa said, and Bob nodded in agreement. "So how have you been?" she asked. I smiled evilly and she smacked my arm and said, "I guess that was a stupid question. How are things when you are dressed?"
"Well, I'm dressed most of the time, but I understand your question," I said. We chatted for a while about what else was going on in our lives.
Before I left them I filled them in on the plans for next Saturday. "Do you think that you could come?" I asked.
They looked at each other, and this time Bob answered. "I am not sure that we are comfortable enough to do that, but we'll let you know."
"OK," I said. "We'd really like you to come, and I'm sure the girls will really work on you. If you want to talk to us more in a less crowded environment, we have Thursday night open; maybe we could go out for drinks or something? Just let us know."
I got a refill on my drink and looked for others to talk to. All of my co-workers complimented me on the apartment. On the tours that we provided, we said that the master bedroom was mine, and we showed them each of the girls' private rooms. A couple of them noticed that we had extra bedrooms available and asked if we were looking for more roommates. I was near Becky when one of her more attractive co-workers asked her that question. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, but I just shook my head with a smile. Rachel and her husband were standing near them at the time, and Rachel snorted when she heard the question.
I went over to Rachel and she introduced me to her husband as Becky's boyfriend. He seemed like quite a happy camper, and Rachel was all over him the whole night. At one point I got Rachel alone and asked, "Are you wearing panties?" She nodded. "Why don't you take them off, and show your husband the maid's quarters on the third floor? We won't be doing a tour for at least another half hour, and maybe you could play the upstairs maid?" She seemed initially shocked, but then got a wicked smile on her face and ran off to find her husband. I saw them later, and his expression was even happier. When I got Rachel alone again, I told her that she would have to tell me what happened on Monday. She told me that in the meantime I could keep the panties that she left in the maid's room, right in the middle of the bed where anyone could see them.
Jill was there, of course, and at one point I was with her, Mark and Joan (friend Joan, not co-worker Joan). I handed Mark a piece of paper and told him, "For being such a big help when we moved, you get one of the door prizes. Give this paper to Chrissy when you see her, and she'll get you the prize."
"Thanks," he said, and wandered off looking for Chrissy.
Jill said, "We helped too. Why don't we get a door prize?"
"I'd offer you one," I told her, "but I don't think that you'd accept, and I wouldn't want to put Chrissy through all that trouble for nothing."
"How do you know we won't accept until you ask us?" Joan said, but Jill had a wary look in her eye.
"I'd be happy to give you a prize if you just agree that you will accept it," I said, smiling.
"I don't think that would be a very good idea," Jill told Joan. "I've gotten to know him a little better, and he has a wicked sense of humor. You could end up in a situation you might not want to be in."
"Or you might end up in a situation that you would want to be in," I countered.
"I think maybe we should wait a bit and think about it," Jill said.
"If you say so," Joan replied.
A little later I ran across Peg, our old neighbor. "How are you?" I asked.
"Good," she replied. "I'm getting a little more sleep at night."
"Really?" I asked, densely.
"Well, for a few weeks it had been a bit noisy at night, and it suddenly got a lot quieter," she explained.
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I guess we didn't think how thin the walls were."
"That's OK," she said with a genial laugh." I was quite curious about what was going on in there, and my imagination gave me plenty to keep me occupied. To tell you the truth, I kind of miss it."
"Well, if you end up missing it too much, talk to Becky," I told her, leering good naturedly. "I'm sure she could lend you the room next to ours, though we are less restrained here, and without locked doors between us, you never know what will happen." It was her turn to blush.
Later Becky came up to me and asked, "What did you say to Peg?"
"Why?" I asked.
"She said that I should be careful because you were inviting women into our house," she said. I laughed and related our conversation. She got an evil look on her face and went off looking for Peg.
Nelly and Ronnie made an interesting couple. Despite what I had told them, or perhaps because of it, they decided on an interesting mode of dress. Nelly was in black leather pants and a leather vest. Ronnie was wearing a low cut white sundress, accessorized with a big black collar and big black cuffs. They were making it very clear what their relationship was.
"Whose idea was the clothes?" I asked them.
"Mine," Nelly said. "My little pet has been shy about advertising our new relationship, so I thought this would be a safe place to push her. Knowing that the others would be dressed normally made it even better; see how prettily she blushes?"
"Has Becky seen you yet?" I asked.
"Yes, and she seemed quite amused," Nelly replied.
"Well don't forget, if you feel like Becky is slacking off at the gym, you have my permission to use your hand on her bare bottom to encourage her," I said evilly. I didn't want Becky to get too uppity around her pet project, and I thought that this would definitely put her in her place.
Joan came up to me again, with Jill trailing. "What would have happened if we accepted?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I inquired.
"We just talked to Mark and we found out what his door prize was," Joan said. "If I had accepted the door prize, what would have happened?"
"Chrissy would have taken you into a room and serviced you orally," I said.
Jill snorted, "'Serviced you orally!' Why can't you just say what you mean?"
"Fine," I replied. "Chrissy would have taken you to a private room. She would have pushed you onto a bed and pushed your skirt up. Then she would have removed your panties. You would be arguing and complaining, and it would make no difference. When your panties were gone, she would spread your legs and start licking all around your pussy. She would bury her tongue in you, manipulating your clit with her nose. Then she probably would have gotten her fingers involved as well, and kept at you until you came. If she felt that you came too easily, she probably wouldn't have stopped after the first time. And when she was done, she would not have returned your panties. Is that more in line with what you wanted to hear?"
Jill gulped and said, "I thought you'd just say that she would go down on me."
"I still have a door prize tag available," I said, waving a piece of paper at her.
Joan backed away a little, but Jill looked tempted. "Jill!" Joan screeched.
"No thank you," Jill finally said.
"Well you deserve it, so anytime you change your mind, let me know," I told her.
"Interesting party," Cindy said, coming up to me towards the end.
"How so?" I asked.
"I can tell which people know about you and which don't," she said.
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"It's not obvious, but there is a subtly different way that they treat all of you, you in particular," she said. "They seem a little more nervous around you, almost afraid of what you will do. Which is funny, because if they knew what was really going on, they would be more nervous around Becky than around you."
"You picked up on that already?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "Remember though, I grew up around her."
"That's funny, because Jamie and I were discussing that, and we both felt that Becky had changed in a significant way", I said. "We didn't think she had this in her before, and we didn't understand where she got this aspect of her personality from. Do you see something different than we do?"
"I do," she said. "Perhaps you don't see it because the two of you were too close to her. She is actually quite manipulative, so she could be adventurous, but make it look as if it were someone else's idea. I think now that you are not putting up with as much of the subtle manipulation that she is so good at, she has been freed to be more obvious. And since she seems to be on a mission to please you, watch out world!"
"Thanks, Cindy," I said. "For someone as young as you are, you are quite perceptive. I appreciate the insight, and I owe you for it."
"Don't worry," she said with a grin. "One day the bill will come due." Then she flounced away for another drink.
I met up with Jamie and Chrissy in the kitchen. "How many door prizes have you redeemed?" I asked Chrissy.
"Three, sir," she replied.
"Who were they?" I asked.
"Mike and Mark for the moving day, and Joan from Mistress' work," she responded. I guess Becky felt Joan deserved a reward, especially considering that she was to be punished tomorrow.
"How do you feel about providing the door prizes?" I asked her.
"Very good, sir!" she replied in a dreamy voice. "Mistress said that she was very proud of me!"
"I am as well," I said.
Jamie said, "I gave Mike his, and I assume that Becky gave Joan hers. Did you give one to Mark?"
"Yup, and I tried getting Jill and Joan to take one, but no dice," I told her.
She laughed and said, "I wish I had been there for that conversation!"
"I think that I almost had Jill," I told her.
"That girl is getting sucked in," Jamie said, teasingly. "If you are not careful, you are going to end up with a larger harem."
"I don't think so, and neither do you," I said. "She is just playing around."
"Maybe," Jamie said, "but it would not surprise me if she came back for more."
"Well, I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers," I replied.
"No, but you might spank her," Jamie laughed.
"True," I said, and wandered back to the party.
Towards the end of the party I saw Joan, from Becky's office standing alone, and I saw Mark standing near her. I remembered what Chrissy said about Joan not having anyone to go home to after their Tuesday night outings, and I thought I'd take a page out of Becky's matchmaking book and see if I could get sparks flying. I corralled them together and made the introductions. I started them talking and they seemed to be hitting it off. To throw a little match onto the fire, as I walked away I said, "Maybe the two of you can compare notes on your door prizes."
As the party started winding down I noticed Becky across the room talking to the attractive co-worker who had asked about sharing the apartment. I saw her slip her a piece of paper and then the woman wandered off. I went up to Becky and asked, "What did you just give her?"
"A door prize," Becky said.
"You never introduced me to her," I said. "Do you know her well enough to give Chrissy to her like that?"
"I don't know her that well, but she seems very nice," Becky replied. "I just thought that it would be something fun to talk with her about tomorrow. Plus, I told Chrissy to make sure that the performance was videotaped. I thought that it would be interesting entertainment for you. Who knows where it could lead one day?"
"I appreciate your efforts as a procurer for me," I told her, "but you need to make sure that you are being careful. I want you to remember who is in charge. I do not want random people trooping through here. I won't tell you how to use your slave, as long as you are being careful. But if you step over the line, I will come down on you, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, clearly nervous. "I guess I didn't think it through too well. I'm sorry, sir."
"Next time that you are interested in someone, you treat them like you would any perspective lover," I told her. "You get to know them first, and when you are comfortable with them, then you make your move."
"Yes sir," she said.
The party was pretty much over. We started cleaning up, and I was in the kitchen cleaning when Chrissy came in without her uniform. I looked at her in surprise and she said, "Mistress told me that it was time to get back to normal."
I wandered out and I saw Jamie and Becky cleaning up, also naked. Helping them were Cindy, Jill, the two Joans, Mark and Mike. Bob and Lisa came in from the study a minute later. Lisa was shaking her head. "I don't think I am going to get used to seeing them like this," she said.
"Is everyone else gone?" I asked Becky.
"Yes, sir," she said. We all pitched in to finish cleaning. When we were all done I invited everyone into the study for a last round. There was a fire going in the fireplace, and we all sat around chatting. Becky and Jamie told everyone the story of confronting their mothers, and how hard it was to do. Everyone commiserated and shared stories of how hard it was to tell their parents something embarrassing.
As we sat there, I looked around; three naked women, four clothed men and four clothed women, and nobody seemed too upset or embarrassed. To me, this was one of the most positive signs that things might work out.
During a lull in the conversation, I asked Lisa, "So, do you think that you would be willing to come over to our house for dinner sometimes, knowing that this is how the girls will be dressed?"
"Well, I guess I would," she said. "That surprises me, because I probably would have said no this afternoon, but most of the time I don't feel too uncomfortable around them. Every now and then I'll look over and think to myself, 'Oh my god! They're naked!' But mostly I'm OK. What about you, Bob?"
"Um, I guess it's OK," he said. "I have to say that it's very disconcerting. These are friends we've had for a long time, and I never expected to see them without clothes, but I can live with it."
"Live with it!" Mike snorted. "You're a guy, you can admit it. They turn you on!"
"Do we turn you on?" Jamie asked Mike.
"Definitely," he said, "but so do Lisa and Joan and so do the other women here. So do most women. That doesn't mean that I can't have a normal conversation with you, or with them."
"You're a pig," Lisa said.
"No, I'm a man, though that's close," Mike said, unoffended.
Everyone laughed. Eventually the non-residents got ready to go. They all agreed to come to the ceremony next week.
The rest of us started upstairs. I pulled Becky aside when I had the chance, so that I could arrange for some special activities for tomorrow. She agreed to help me out. We followed the others upstairs and found Cindy sitting on our bed talking to Jamie. When we came in she hugged Jamie and got up to go. On her way out she spontaneously hugged Becky as well.
"What was that for?" Becky asked.
"Just for being so nice to me," she said, and she left the room.
I pulled my clothes off and collapsed on the bed. Jamie laid her head on my thigh and Becky put her head on my chest. Chrissy cuddled at Becky's feet. "How do you feel the party went?" I asked.
"It went well," Jamie said. "It was so nice having all those people over. But the whole time I was thinking, 'What if he had made me host this party with no clothes?'"
"And that upset you?" I asked, concerned.
"On the contrary, sir," she said, starting to play gently with my cock. "I kept getting wetter and wetter. I don't really think I want you to make me do that, but sir, the thought that you might make me... I had to wipe my pussy at least three times tonight!"
"How about you, Chrissy?" I asked. "How do you feel about what happened tonight?"
"Even better than Jamie," she said. "I love the way Mistress used me, both as a serving girl as well as a door prize. Thank you, Mistress."
"And you, Becky?" I asked.
"I enjoyed myself, especially the last part, after almost everyone had left. It was nice being with our friends and having them accept us."
"I agree," I said, and I felt Jamie nodding.
We continued talking for a few more minutes, but we were all tired and we soon fell asleep.
Chapter 31
Monday - Day 31
I woke up in the middle of the night having to go to the bathroom. I somehow extracted myself from the tangle of arms, legs and heads and went about my business. When I got back to bed, everyone had shifted around, but I managed to find a spot to curl up behind Chrissy. I reached around her to cup one of her breasts, and I fell back asleep.
For some reason I woke up as Becky was slipping into the bathroom in the morning. I was still spooned behind Chrissy, my cock hard and pressing into her ass. I enjoyed the feel, so I started moving my cock up and down the crack of her ass. Still asleep, she began pushing back against me. I was slowly manipulating her nipple as well, and I heard her moan in her sleep. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, "Wake up, little slave girl."
"Mmmmm, yes sir?" she asked, sleepily.
"You've gotten me all horny, and now I want to use your body," I said.
"Anytime, sir," she replied, and moved her ass and spread her legs so that I could slip my cock into her pussy. I slowly rocked in and out as I moved closer to an orgasm, but I kept myself from cumming too soon. Chrissy did no such thing; however rather than having a huge explosion, she seemed to be having many smaller contractions.
I continued moving slowly until Becky returned from her shower. When she arrived back in the room, presumably to wake me up, she looked at me and realized what I was doing. I caught her eye and started moving faster, making Chrissy gasp as I poured my cum into her clenching pussy.
"I don't get my morning treat?" Becky asked.
"You do," I said, "it just comes in a different container this morning."
Becky crawled into bed and started licking at the spot where Chrissy and I were joined. She slowly pulled my cock out of Chrissy and cleaned it off lovingly with her tongue. Then she attempted to retrieve everything that I had put into Chrissy. When she felt she had gotten as much as she would get, she looked up at me and said, "Thank you for the extra special treat this morning, sir."
"My pleasure," I said. "And Becky, don't wash your face."
She smiled up at me and said, "Yes, sir." Then she got up and went to work. I snuggled up close to Chrissy and enjoyed her body for a few minutes before I had to get up and go to work as well.
When I got down to the kitchen, Cindy was already up. I took the opportunity to explain to her my plans for the evening, and I asked her to make herself scarce for the evening. She asked, instead, if she could participate. After I ensured that this was what she really wanted, I agreed.
I was at work when I got the expected Monday morning call. Becky said, "Good morning, sir. I would like permission to go out with my friends tomorrow evening."
"Who will be going with you?" I asked.
"Jamie, Chrissy, Rachel, Joan and Jill," she replied.
"Jill, too?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "She asked if she could attend, and I figured that since she had paid the admission fee last week, you would allow her to attend."
"All right, you may go," I said. "Rachel did her task last night, so just have Joan come over tonight about 8PM to discuss the issue from last week. Oh, and Jill is not to shave her pussy."
"Why not, sir?" Becky asked.
"Because I like the way her blonde pussy looks. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked.
"Of course not, sir," Becky said. "Whatever you want, you will get. Is that it, though, sir?" Becky asked. "Nothing else for anyone to do?"
"Sorry to disappoint you," I told her. "You could always ask Rachel about what she did last night."
"OK, sir," she replied, clearly disappointed. It made me laugh as I hung up.
I took off early on Monday to prepare for Jamie. I went home and Becky, Chrissy and Cindy were already there. I got them prepared and waited for Jamie to come home.
When Jamie walked in the door, she saw Chrissy in the living room. Chrissy was naked and hogtied, her wrists bound behind her back, her ankles bound together, her wrists tied to her ankles and a piece of duct tape covering her mouth. As it was Chrissy, Jamie didn't think much of it. She waved at the bound girl as she stripped her clothes off and proceeded into the study. That is where she started getting concerned.
Lying on the floor was Becky, also nude and bound in the same way as Chrissy. Cindy was also on the floor, her head on Becky's stomach, similarly gagged and bound. Cindy was wearing a skirt and a shirt, however. The shirt was ripped, exposing her bra, and her panties were visible around one ankle.
Jamie started rushing towards them, crying, "Cindy! Becky!" She had just gotten into the room when she was pulled up short by her hair. Not expecting it, her legs kept going, pulling her onto her back. She screamed as she was quickly flipped over onto her stomach and a hood was pulled over her head. Her hands were pulled roughly behind her and cuffed together. She started thrashing and kicking, trying to get free.
She was pulled up and dragged over to the couch, where she was thrown over the back. "Another toy to play with," I growled in her ear. She tensed, then relaxed for a second. Then she started screaming and thrashing even harder. She was pushed over so that her upper body was resting along the back of the couch. Her stomach was balanced on the top of the couch, and her feet were not touching the ground. I looped two ropes that I had prepared earlier around her ankles so that her legs were spread open and immobilized.
I reached under her and squeezed her nipples cruelly, and then without further ado, I slammed my cock into her pussy. The first thing that I noticed was that she was far from dry. She continued screaming as I pounded her hard. While I was enjoying the feeling of her cunt gripping my cock, I pulled her hair so that her head was pulled back at what had to be an uncomfortable angle. Uncomfortable or not, however, the slut came. I was raping her cunt as hard as I could and she was getting off on it.
While I was fucking her, I looked over at Becky. She was in a position to see what I was doing, and she was moving her hips as she watched us. I had placed Cindy so that she could not see the couch, but despite being tightly bound, she inched herself into position so that she could see me violating her sister. Her eyes were very large as she watched, and they got larger as I pulled a large knife out from behind the cushion of the couch and ran it along Jamie's back.
Jamie felt the knife and suddenly stopped screaming. She tensed up as I stopped fucking her, but when I dragged the point of the knife down her back I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock again. Having made my point, I dropped the knife, grabbed her hips and started slamming into her again. In all I was fucking her for about ten minutes. I had sweat dripping down my body and Jamie had cum at least four times before I finally pulled her back by her hips and pumped my cum into her pussy.
I rested for a few minutes, until I was able to move. Then I pulled out and surveyed the room. I grabbed my camera and took a few shots of Jamie lying there bound, cum dripping from her pussy. Then I went around the front of the couch and took some pictures of Becky and Cindy. Cindy started shaking her head and was probably trying to say no, but all that came out were moans.
Though I had come, I was not done for the day. I went over to Becky and yanked the tape off of her mouth. She screamed, and said, "Please, no more. Don't touch me again!" She is such a good actress. I ignored her and shoved my cock into her mouth. She kept saying no, her voice clearly muffled by a cock. I let her clean off my cock, and then continued fucking her mouth. Since she was completely hogtied, it was a face fuck, not a blow job, and once again Cindy watched with a shocked expression. I had warned Cindy what it would be like, so it was her choice to be there.
I started getting hard again, so I went and retrieved the knife. I leaned over and cut Cindy's panties off her leg. Becky started saying, "No, please, she's just a teenager. Don't touch her again. You can fuck me. I'll be good. You can do my ass if you want! I promise I'll like it. Please mister, fuck me, not her!" On the couch, Jamie started thrashing again.
I started fucking my cock into Becky's mouth again as I ran the panties through her crotch. As you might imagine, Becky was exceedingly wet, and I transferred as much of her juices as I could onto the panties. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and Becky said, "Don't you like the way I blow you? You don't have to touch her like that! I can satisfy you. Leave her alone, please!"
I got up and walked over to where Jamie was thrashing and screaming. "You make a lot of noise," I growled. "Maybe that cute kid's panties will shut you up!" I reached under the hood and tried to shove the pussy soaked panties into Jamie's mouth. I managed to get most of them in, but she bit me!
"You bitch!" I exclaimed. "You bit me! You are going to be really sorry now!" I went back around the couch and pushed the cheeks of her ass open. "Let's see if you like it here!" I said, and I pushed my cock into her asshole. I started rocking back and forth, but then I pulled out, leaned over and bit her on her ass. "Do you like getting bitten as much as you like biting?" I asked. I bit her again, and then put my cock back into her ass. I leaned over and started biting her all over her back. Each time I bit her I also slammed my cock into her, and then I slowly moved in and out between bites. I put about thirty marks on her back, and each time I bit her she groaned.
I pulled out and untied one of her legs. I swung it around to the other side and retied it, and then did the same to her other leg, so that she was now face up on the couch. I bit her on each thigh, and then I moved up and bit lightly on her clit. Despite the ropes she locked her whole body and juices spurted from her pussy. It was her biggest cum today. But the bitch had bit me, so I didn't give her a break. I bit her on her hips, which I knew was an erogenous zone for her, and though she had been coming down from her orgasm, she went right back into another one.
I moved forward and reinserted my cock into her ass. I moved my head up her stomach, putting another ten or fifteen marks on her. Watching and feeling her thrash around was getting to me, but I had one more thing to do before I was done. I leaned over, put my mouth around her left areola, and bit down hard, making a perfect impression of my teeth all around her nipple. She screamed and started cumming again. I quickly moved my mouth to her right nipple, and did the same thing. Her orgasm reached even higher peaks and I thought that my dick would snap off in her ass. Despite her tight grip, or perhaps because of it, I pulled out and slammed all the way in, squeezing both of her nipples hard as I poured what was left of my cum up her ass.
I collapsed on top of her, and as I recovered my breath I could feel her continue to cum with little spasms all through her body. When I had finally recovered enough to move, I pulled out of her and retrieved my camera. She was lovely to look at; my territory was well and truly marked. I took a number of pictures of her, and then I untied her legs and flipped her over so I could photograph her back. I particularly enjoyed the way that my cum was leaking out of both her pussy and her asshole.
I went over to Becky, grabbed her hair and put my cock into her mouth for her to clean off. When she was done I put the tape back over her mouth. I kissed her mouth over the tape as I pinched one of her nipples and drove a finger up her cunt. She arched and came immediately. When she was done, I withdrew my finger and licked it off. I could see the thanks in her eyes. I looked over at Cindy and winked at her as I left the room.
I went into the living room with the knife, and cut the rope on Chrissy's arms. I said, "Stay here for about another ten minutes, then you can release yourself and go free the others." Then I kissed her forehead and went upstairs. I took a quick shower and then I got into the bed.
Later, Becky told me what happened next. After a very long time, (ten minutes feels like forever when you are immobilized), Chrissy came in saying, "Mistress, are you OK?" She removed the tape from Becky's mouth and cut the rope around her wrists. Then she went over and did the same for Cindy. Finally Becky got up and went over to Jamie. Before she pulled the hood off, she looked at the marks all over her body. Then she pulled the hood off and removed the ruined panties from her mouth. Finally, she cut the cords around her legs and uncuffed her hands.
For a long moment Jamie just lay there breathing. She finally rolled over and looked at Cindy. "Are you OK?" Jamie asked her sister. Cindy just nodded. Jamie got up and Cindy gasped when she saw Jamie's body. Jamie went over and pulled Cindy's skirt up.
"What are you doing?" Cindy asked.
"Checking," Jamie told her, and she spread Cindy's legs so that she could look between them. She was apparently satisfied with what she saw, because she got up and hugged Cindy. Then she turned to Becky and asked, "Where is my master?"
"In our bedroom," Becky replied.
"I need to see him alone," Jamie said as she walked out.
I was lying in bed when Jamie walked into the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed and knelt down beside me. "Thank you, master," she said.
"You're welcome," I responded, "but I am not your master yet."
"Yes, sir, you are. Look at me," she said, gesturing down her body. She was turning black and blue on the places that I bit her lightly, and she had red welts where I had bitten harder. "You've marked me as yours, sir. I am your slave."
This was completely unanticipated. I had bitten her in the passion of the moment, to get back at her for biting me. To me it had been part of the game. It was apparent, however, that it went far beyond a game for her. I had to think for a long while to figure out how to deal with it. Finally, it came to me.
"Jamie, you were planning to become my slave on Saturday, right?" I asked.
"Of course, master," she said.
"But Becky was going to become my slave last week," I said. "She put it off for you. She decided to wait so that you could become slaves together. If these marks make you my slave now, when she is not, how do you think that would make her feel?"
She thought for a moment, and then replied, "You are right, sir. It would hurt her, and I love her and do not want to hurt her. Therefore, I will wait until Saturday to acknowledge my slavery to you in public. However I want you to know right now sir, that you have already marked me as your own. Saturday will be a formality for me. You are my master now."
I wasn't completely happy with this, but at least she would play along until Saturday. I pulled her on top of me so that I could kiss her. Then I rolled her off of me and I ran my fingers along her body, touching each of the marks.
"I didn't realize I would be hurting you so much," I said.
"You did not hurt me, sir. You loved me," she said. I rolled her onto her stomach and went over the marks on her back. I had really done a job on her. Nonetheless, she wasn't complaining.
"Let's go downstairs and thank the others for their participation," I said.
We went down to the kitchen where the others were preparing dinner. Jamie went up to Becky and gave her a kiss and hug. "Thank you for doing this for me," she said.
"It was absolutely my pleasure," Becky said. "He made sure of that!"
She went to Chrissy and also gave her a kiss and a hug. "I want you to know that I appreciate your role as well. I'm sorry that you couldn't be there to witness it."
"You're welcome, Mistress Jamie," she said, blushing.
"And how did you get involved in this Cindy?" she asked.
"He wanted me to leave while he raped you, but I asked to stay instead," she explained. "He warned me what it would be like, but I thought that I could handle it. And I wanted to see how he handled his slaves."
"Well now you've seen," Jamie said. "Did he really touch you at all?"
"Would it make a difference?" I interrupted. "What would you do if I told you that after I tied her up, I pulled down her panties and fucked her hard? How would it make you feel knowing that I took your helpless little sister, bound and gagged, and did with her what I wanted?"
"Sir, I would talk to Cindy," Jamie replied. "If it was consensual, or if she at least liked it, then I would thank you for taking such good care of my sister. If it was not consensual, I am honestly not sure what I would do. She is my sister, and I would want to protect her, but I love you as well. All I can say is that I am very glad that I know you would never do anything to anyone that they either didn't consent to or that you felt that they really wanted."
"He barely touched me, Sis," Cindy told her. He tied me up, and then he ripped my shirt and reached under my skirt, not sneaking a peek I might add, and pulled my panties down. When he cut them off, he got Becky's pussy all over them, not mine." She continued in a smaller voice, "Though they would have been just as wet had it been mine."
"I thought that they tasted familiar," Jamie said.
"When did you know it was him?" Cindy asked.
"It was scary," Jamie said. "I walked in and I saw Chrissy all trussed up, but I just thought that she and Becky were playing again. Then I walked into the study and I saw the two of you, and I didn't know what to think! If it were just Becky, I probably would have been thinking that maybe it was more playing. But when I saw you there as well, I knew that something was wrong."
"That's how I convinced him to let me stay," Cindy said with a smirk. "I knew that it would make it more believable."
"I rushed in to see if you were both OK, when he pulled me down and got me all tied up," Jamie continued. "He taunted me when he had me over the couch, but I couldn't tell if it was really him! Before that point, I was really scared, but after that I was confused; I certainly wasn't turned on. When he talked to me, I still wasn't sure if it was him or not, but I thought it might be. That's when I started getting wet.
"Then he tied my legs up and he squeezed my tits. At that point, my brain was still trying to figure it out, but my pussy was telling me she didn't care; whoever it was knew exactly how to push my buttons, and he was welcome to me. And man, did he ever take me! And when he pulled me up, I'm sorry to say Cindy that the thought of my sister watching me get it so good is what made me cum the first time.
"And then it felt like he put a knife on me. I didn't think he would ever do that to me, so now I was even less sure who it was, but I thought that even if it wasn't him, it might have been someone that he sent. I remember that you didn't look too bad, and I know that if I was a rapist I would have had all your clothes off in a second, not leave you mostly dressed, so I was pretty sure everything would be OK. But that uncertainty made it almost better.
"Then Becky started talking, telling him to leave her alone. I couldn't tell what was going on. And then she started telling him not to touch you, and I started thinking maybe it was for real. You guys really know how to fuck with a person's mind.
"When he shoved the panties in my mouth, I thought they tasted like Becky, but given that I'd never tasted Cindy, I couldn't be sure. I don't know what I was thinking when I bit him; I was just caught up in struggling. It wasn't even conscious." Jamie looked down at her body, then over at me. "But I'm very glad I did.
"It was when he bit me that I knew it was him; or rather, after the first few bites. A rapist might have tried to hurt me, but he wasn't biting to hurt me; he was biting to punish me, to mark me, to show me that he loves me. That was when I was sure that it was my Master fucking me. And at that point, I didn't care if he had raped my sister; I just wanted him to keep fucking me. And he did keep fucking me, and he kept marking me. When he marked me here," she said, hefting her breasts, "I came harder than I ever have in my life. Even after I heard Chrissy come in to release us, I could not move."
Jamie came over to me, dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much for making my fantasy come true." I pulled her up so that I could kiss and hug her.
"I'm actually a little jealous of her," Becky said. "You made her fantasy come true, and you marked her so completely."
"She told me a deep, dark fantasy that she had, and I did what I could to make it happen," I explained. "The marking was a happy accident. If you want the same, just tell me your deepest, dirtiest fantasy. As for being marked, I don't think you need to worry about that; you will be sufficiently marked after Joan gets here."
"Who's Joan, and why is she coming over?" Cindy asked.
"Joan is the woman that Becky cheated on us with last week," Jamie said. "She is coming over to be punished, along with Becky."
"Wow. How are you going to be punished?" Cindy asked Becky.
Becky looked at me, so I said, "Becky will be receiving fifty strokes with a crop." All of the women in the room gasped. "Since Joan led you into this," I continued, "she will be given the ability to mitigate some of the punishment, but if she chooses not to, you will receive all of your strokes."
After a moment of silence, Cindy asked in a quiet voice, "Can I watch?"
"I will not have spectators watching Becky's pain," I said. "Jamie and Chrissy will be there, but they will be stripped like Becky is, and they know what it feels like. The only way that you could be there would be if you were stripped as well, and if you had already felt the crop on you. I'm sorry."
Cindy just nodded, and we continued eating dinner quietly.
At 8:00 the doorbell rang. I was sitting on the couch in the study with Chrissy and Jamie sitting next to me. Becky was kneeling on the floor in front of me, with the crop placed on the floor next her. Cindy was upstairs in her room. I sent Chrissy to answer the door. She quickly returned, leading Joan. As she walked in, Joan looked around the room. She took in Becky kneeling on the floor, and she took in the crop next to her, and then she noticed Jamie.
"Oh my god, Jamie! What happened to you?" she asked.
"My Master marked me," Jamie replied, her head held up and a proud tone to her voice.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Joan asked.
"In a very good way," Jamie replied.
I gestured to Joan that she should sit in the chair opposite us. "Did Becky explain why you are here?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "She told me that when she... um... licked me last week, she was doing something wrong, and that if I wanted to keep going out with her, I had to come over so we could be punished. I'm not sure what you mean by that, and I don't think that I want to be hurt in any way." As she said that, her eyes passed over Jamie's naked body.
"Let me explain it more clearly," I said. "Last week you encouraged Becky to cheat on us. I'm sure that you did not mean it like that, and I know that Becky did not. Nevertheless, when Becky went down on you, she did it without my prior permission. As a result, it was cheating on me. You've been with me before, so you are probably wondering why I consider it cheating.
"For each occasion in which I was with another person, Becky and Jamie were fully aware of what I was doing. Similarly, when Becky has been with someone else before, I knew about it in advance. When you encouraged Becky to eat you, Becky knew that neither Jamie nor I knew that she would be doing that. In part, I am to blame, because I put you both in that position. Still, Becky is the one that took the action, and she is the one that will be punished for her action.
"Her punishment this evening will be fifty strokes with that crop. If you want to go out with her again, you will watch her punishment, so that you will understand that your actions had consequences. Becky is the one responsible, so she will get the punishment. However, you were the one that encouraged her. Therefore, if you choose, you may receive up to five strokes as a punishment for yourself. For each stroke that you choose to receive, I will reduce Becky's count by five. If you take the full five, Becky will only receive 25 strokes.
"You will not be allowed to decide until after Becky has had ten strokes, and if you decide to take the strokes for Becky, Jamie will be administering them, as she was also wronged by Becky's actions."
I did not give Joan a chance to answer. Instead, I turned to Becky and instructed her to bend over the couch, holding onto the back of the couch. I told Chrissy that it was her job to keep track of the count. I picked up the crop and moved behind Becky. I swung hard and slammed the first stroke into Becky's ass. Becky screamed as Chrissy intoned 'One'. I looked at Joan and she was standing there with a shocked expression on her face, her hand over her mouth. I landed the second stroke just as hard, and proceeded to give her three more.
I stepped back for a minute and looked at Becky's ass. The marks from the crop were clearly visible, and Becky's sobs were audible. I moved back in and gave Becky five more across her back. Then I stepped back again and looked at Joan. She hadn't moved in position since the first stroke.
"That's ten for Becky. Forty more to go, unless you are willing to take some for her," I said to Joan.
Joan looked back at Becky and whispered, "I don't know if I can. I don't think that I could stand it."
"That's OK," I said. "It's your choice."
I moved back and brought the crop down on Becky's thighs. I had done three on each thigh when Joan said, "Wait. I'll do it. I'll take the five stokes."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm sure," she replied. "I was the one who told her to eat me. I can't let her go through this alone. I'll take the five."
"Then strip out of your clothes and bend over right next to Becky," I told her. Joan quickly stepped out of her clothes and bent over next to Becky, hiding her head. Becky reached over and took one of Joan's hands in hers.
"Jamie, it is your responsibility to punish Joan," I said. "Remember she has not done this before, but also know that you will get ten strokes for each one that I feel you didn't apply with the appropriate force. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," was Jamie's reply as she moved next to me and took the crop from me. I might have given Joan time to relax between strokes, but Jamie must have decided to get it over quickly, because she gave her five hard, fast strokes on her ass in quick succession. Joan barely had time to feel it before it was over.
Jamie handed me back the crop as Joan moved her hands to comfort her own ass. "Sit over there," I said, pointing to the other side of the couch, as I turned back to Becky.
"Sir, may your humble, undeserving slave make a request?" Becky asked me.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"Sir, please, can you do the remaining strokes on my tits? Please?" Becky begged.
Once again, there were gasps from around the room. I said, "Very well. Turn over Becky."
Becky turned over and asked Jamie, "Please Jamie, can you hold my hands for me." Becky was sitting on the couch. She put her hands up and behind her, and Jamie went back behind the couch to hold onto her hands.
"Don't let go. I don't want to interfere with my punishment," Becky instructed.
I asked Chrissy how many remained for Becky, and she said, "Nine, sir."
"Very well," I said, and landed the first one on her right breast, off center. The next one mirrored that stroke on her left breast. The next four I did around her nipples, and the last three I landed directly on her nipples.
"You did very well," I told the sobbing Becky.
"Please, sir, may your slave make one additional request?" Becky asked.
"Certainly," I replied.
"Sir, please give me five more on my pussy so that I will be sure to remember my lesson," Becky begged me. Gasps all around again, this time I joined in as well.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky assured me, spreading her legs. I followed Jamie's example and I gave her five quick strokes. The first two were on either side of her pussy, and the last three marched a line up from the bottom of her pussy to the top, the last one landing directly on her clit.
When I was done, Becky pulled her hands out of Jamie's and threw herself at my feet. She hugged my ankles and through her tears she cried, "Thank you, sir! Thank you for loving me so much that you discipline me. I promise I will never stray again, even unintentionally. Thank you, thank you!"
I pulled Becky up, careful not to touch any raw spots, and I gave her a kiss and a careful hug. "I love you, Becky, and I am very proud of you. Thank you for being such a good slave."
I pulled away from her and turned towards Joan. "Joan, thank you for saving my Becky from a harsher punishment. It was kind of you and it took a lot of courage. As a reward, you have my permission to be with Becky in any way that the two of you like. Had you asked my permission earlier, I would have given it to you, so I am giving it to you now."
I turned to Jamie and instructed her, "Take care of Becky and Joan. Put some salve on them, and make sure that they are comfortable. Chrissy, come with me."
I took Chrissy and went upstairs to bed. I lay down and pulled Chrissy to me like a life-sized doll. What I had done had taken a lot out of me, and I started shaking as I pulled Chrissy closer. Chrissy started stroking my hair and making quiet shushing noises until I had calmed down. I just stayed there, holding Chrissy tight, while Jamie cleaned everything up downstairs.
About twenty minutes later, Becky and Jamie came in. Becky came over to me and pulled Chrissy away, inserting herself in Chrissy's place. I held her gingerly, not wanting to irritate her welts. However, she didn't let me get away with that; she pulled my arms tightly around her.
"Joan is gone?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Jamie replied. "I took care of her ass, and Becky thanked her. I explained that you had to rest after all the activity; I think she understood."
"Thank you, Jamie, for handling everything so well," I said.
"It is my pleasure to help, sir," she replied.
I turned my attention to Becky, who was snuggled into me. "How about you, tiger? How are you feeling?"
"My body is sore, but my spirit is happy," she said. "I want to thank you for tonight. I know that it is sometimes hard for you to discipline us as we deserve, and I know that tonight was hard for you, but it was exactly right. Thank you for loving me so much!"
"You're welcome," I said.
"And now I am going to be more impertinent, sir, by asking another favor," Becky said.
"If I can do it for you, I will," I told her.
"Sir, please, will you fuck me hard tonight?" she inquired.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "I'm not sure of a position that you could be in that wouldn't hurt you, and even if we could find one, I think your pussy would be too sore."
"There is no position that won't hurt, and my pussy is sore," Becky told me, "and I still want you to fuck me hard. I want you to own my body. I don't want you to gently make love to me. I want you to rape me like you raped Jamie. I want you to possess me."
"Why?" I asked.
Instead of responding immediately, Becky rolled off of me and pulled Jamie down next to her. "Look at us," she said. "You've marked both of us today. I don't think that you intended to when you woke up this morning, but you've well and truly marked Jamie. You bit her while you took her, and even though she hasn't said it, I can tell that she belongs to you now.
"You marked me today as well, but I need you to finish it. I need you to take me as well. I want to belong to you. Please, sir. Please do this for me."
I got out of the bed and looked down at the two of them. Jamie's marks were, for the most part, fading. The circle of tooth marks around her nipples was still clear, and I could see many of the other bite marks. Becky's tits and pussy had fresher welts on them. I didn't intend to hurt her that much, but I have to say that both of them looked very sexy with my marks on them and lust in their eyes.
I grabbed Becky's legs and pulled her roughly to the side of the bed. "Chrissy, go get the crop," I said as I [positioned my cock at her red, raw hole. "Becky, I am going to fuck you hard now. I've cum a lot today, so I probably won't cum too soon, but I will continue pounding into you until I cum. Every time that I push into you your ass is going to be rubbed against the bed. And while I am fucking you, I am going to be hitting you over your whole body with the crop. So ask me again."
"Please, Master, please fuck your slave. Please use your slave. Please take your slave," she said.
I slammed into her as hard as I could and she screamed in pain and pleasure. I never expected Becky to get off on pain, and I continue to think that she doesn't normally, but she was getting off on it this time. As I hammered into her I reached up and squeezed her abused nipples and she shrieked in pain; however the shrieks also indicated that she was cumming.
Chrissy came back to me with the crop in her hand, and I took it and started lightly flicking it along every exposed area on Becky's body. I got her legs and arms, her stomach and neck. Every time I flicked her breasts she gasped, and the few times I landed one directly on her nipple, she came. I fucked her steadily for about fifteen minutes, by which time I was getting fairly exhausted. I pulled out and got up on the bed, rolling Becky over and pulling up her hips.
As bad as she had looked in the front, her ass looked worse. It was covered in welts, and it was sticky from the salve that Jamie had applied. I was about to reinsert my cock into her pussy when she moaned, "My ass. Take my ass, please Master. Make my ass yours too!" What the hell, I thought, so I repositioned myself and slowly pushed into her ass. As I reached bottom, my hips and stomach hit her ass, and she gasped in pain. I pulled halfway out and pushed in harder, and she gasped again. I kept it up, enjoying her moans.
"Oh, sir!" Becky cried. "I can feel one coming. It feels bigger than ever. Oh! Oh! Oh!" She kept shrieking louder and louder, and it made me think of Peg. What would she be thinking now if we still lived next door to her? Becky's tight ass kept clenching on me, getting me closer and closer, but there was no way that I was going to let myself cum before Becky did. Finally she shrieked at such a high pitch that I could barely hear it, and her ass tightened even more on me. Then she jerked forward and collapsed onto the bed, pulling herself off of me! She collapsed before I could cum, but I was so close I just jerked myself three times and then I spattered all over her ass and back. Then I collapsed next to her.
Jamie came over and checked on Becky. "She's passed out," she said in wonder.
"Is she going to be OK?" I panted.
"I think so," Jamie said. "Now I'm jealous. I've never passed out from cumming too much."
"Maybe another time," I said, laughing weakly. I gestured for her to come lie on the other side of me. "Chrissy, snuggle up behind your Mistress, but be careful not to hurt her."
"Yes, sir," she said happily.
After the exhausting and emotionally wrenching day that we all had, we quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 32
Tuesday - Day 32
On Tuesday morning I awoke to the sound of Becky groaning as she got out of bed. I watched her limp to the bathroom, her ass, thighs and back still displaying the welts from yesterday. I got out of bed and followed her. I walked into the bathroom and saw Becky squatting over the toilet. If it wasn't clear that she was very uncomfortable I would have been turned on by the sight of her piss streaming into the bowl.
"Is it that bad?" I asked.
Becky looked up, startled, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to wake you yet."
"That's OK," I said. "Are you in that much pain?"
"I'm not really in pain, I'm just a little sore," Becky told me. She smiled and said, "But it's a good sore, Master. Every time I move and it hurts, I think about how I got it."
"Nevertheless, I'm going to make you a bath so that you can soak for a little bit," I said. I filled the tub with water while Becky brushed her teeth. I helped her get into the tub, and she stretched out and floated in the water. It was nice having a really big bathtub.
I brushed my teeth, and then went to piss. "What are you doing, sir?" Becky asked.
"I'm peeing, Becky. You've seen me do that before," I said with a smile.
"Maybe, but you are doing it wrong," she said. "I'm your slave, and you should be peeing on me." She closed her eyes and just floated on the water, clearly expecting me to pee on her.
"I'm trying to get you clean," I said. "Piss in the water won't help."
"Fine!" she said, exasperated. "Come here, sir." She sat up and reached over to me. I went over to her, and she looked up and said, "Pee down my throat, sir. Then you won't mess up my bath."
She wrapped her lips around my cock, and the sight of her waiting for my piss was too much for me to resist. I released my stream and started pissing into her mouth. I had to go a lot, and I wasn't trying to take it easy on her. She tried keeping up, but though she swallowed a lot, quite a bit dripped from her mouth as well. Before I was done she pulled me out of her mouth and pointed my cock at her body. "I was spilling in the water anyway, sir, I might as well enjoy the feel."
I finished quickly, and she shook my dick to get the last drops. She licked the head of my cock and said, "You need to use me like that more often, sir. You should use me in every way that you can."
I climbed into the water and sat behind her. I reached for the shampoo and poured some on her head. I started rubbing it in and she moaned, "Mmmmm, sir. That feels so good."
"Well you make me feel very good, so it is only fair," I said. I scrubbed her hair and scalp for a while, and then helped her rinse it off. I then soaped my hands up and gently ran my hands along her body.
"Maybe you should stay home and recuperate today," I told her after she winced when I ran my hand over her back.
"No, sir," she responded. "I'm going to go to work and I'm going to sit in my chair, and I'm going to feel it all day. Every time I move I am going to think about how much you love me."
"I don't think I will ever understand you," I said, "but I do love you."
"I know that, sir. I love you, too!" She turned around and pressed her body onto mine as she kissed me. "I haven't gotten to give you your morning blow job sir. Maybe you could give me something to have with me all day?"
I smiled at her and turned her around so that she was leaning over the edge of the tub. I leaned over behind her and ran my tongue up her pussy slit. The water had washed away the lubrication on the outside of her pussy, but her insides were quite moist, and she was soon slippery all over. I kneeled behind her and slowly inserted my cock. I went most of the way in, but reversed myself before my body hit her ass.
"Sir, you can fuck me all the way. I'll enjoy feeling you on my ass," Becky told me.
"Perhaps," I replied, "but I am still in charge here, and this is how I am going to fuck you."
"Yes, sir," she said meekly. She moved her hips from side to side as I slowly moved in and out of her. I reached in front of her and gently ran the tips of my fingers over the tips of her nipples. She moaned and pushed back against me. I started moving faster, and I could no longer keep from hitting her ass as we both approached climax. We were shoving against each other as I came, and as I was squirting into her, I felt her orgasmic contractions begin around my cock.
I pulled out and fell back into the water. Becky stood up, then leaned over and kissed me. She stepped out of the tub and dried herself off, however she only patted down her pussy. She saw me looking at this and said, "I don't want to wipe away any of your cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me all day!"
I smiled at her and stood up myself. I stepped out and Becky was there with a clean towel for me. She patted my whole body dry, popping my cock into her mouth to clean it off before she dried it. We went back into the bedroom and she woke up Chrissy to help her get ready for the rest of her day. I picked out my clothes and headed to work a little early, energized to start my day.
I got home from work, curious as to who would be joining me later. I went into the kitchen and saw a note. I picked it up and read it.
To our Master,
You will find today's guest upstairs in the bedroom. Her being your entertainment for tonight was against our better judgment, however she really wanted it, and we both owed her a favor. If you want to skip doing anything with her, let us know and we will make it up to you. Otherwise, have a fantastic time.
Your loving and obedient slaves,
Jamie and Becky
Curiouser and curiouser. I wasn't sure who was up there, but they certainly had piqued my interest. I walked upstairs and into the bedroom. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a woman with cuffs around her wrists and ankles and a collar around her neck. Her wrists were clipped behind her back and her knees were spread open, revealing her shaved pussy.
"Cindy, how long have you been bound like that waiting for me?" I asked.
"A couple of hours," she said.
"Aren't you uncomfortable?" I asked.
"Yes, but in a good way," she responded.
I squatted down in front of her and examined her for a moment. "Why are you doing this?" I inquired.
"A few reasons," she explained. "When Jamie was explaining to me why she wanted to be your slave, I told her that I couldn't believe that she wanted to be a slave, and she said I shouldn't knock it till I tried it. Then I watched you rape her, and it gave her so much pleasure. Finally, I've been watching and listening to you with your three slaves for a few days, and it has made me even more curious. So I decided that I wanted to know what it was like to be your slave.
"Don't worry about this being a permanent thing; I am not looking for that at all. I'm only here for another week, and I don't want to move in with you. I am going to go to college and get my own boyfriend. But for one night, I want to see what it would be like to be a slave."
"The girls indicated that they didn't really approve of this, but that they felt that they owed you," I said.
"They were hard to convince," she said. "I think they felt that I was too young, and they did not want to 'corrupt' me, especially given that they are trying to convince my mother to accept your relationship. But they also felt that they owed me for helping with both my mother and Becky's, so I guilted them into agreeing. If you recall, you said that you owed me too."
"You really are quite conniving for someone as young as you are," I said.
"Thank you," she said. "Besides, I'd think that you would be delighted at the chance to jump a teenage high school student."
"Are you trying to make me feel old?" I asked.
"No, I'm sorry," she said.
"I notice that you have a sweet bald pussy," I told her. "But yesterday when you flashed me, you had hair. What happened?"
"All your slaves are shaved," she explained. "I thought that is how you'd want me."
"So you shaved yourself?" I asked.
She dropped her eyes from mine and said, "No, Jamie shaved me."
"How did you get her to do that?" I asked.
"She said if she was sending me into the lion's den, she should be the one that beards me," Cindy said, looking at me with a sly smile. "I don't think the analogy exactly follows, but she meant that if she was going to give me to you, she would make sure that I was properly prepared for you. She loves you, you know, and she wants to make you happy."
"Did she prepare you in any other way?" I asked.
Cindy blushed and nodded her head. "She gave me an enema and lubed my ass. She said that if I wanted to be a slave, I had to be ready to take it up the ass. I think she was trying to scare me, but it only excited me more."
"Did you tease her while she prepared you for me?" I asked.
"Maybe a little," she acknowledged.
"I wonder if I should give you to her as a present," I mused. "Oh, well, first tell me what you expect this night to be like."
"I want you to treat me like you would Becky, Jamie or Chrissy," she said.
"That covers a lot," I said. "You saw what I did to your sister, and you saw the results of what I did to Becky. Is that what you want? And you haven't really seen how I treat Chrissy, but I use her a lot harder than I do Jamie and Becky. Are you giving me carte blanche to do what I want to you?"
"Um, maybe not," she said. "I don't think I deserve to be beaten that way."
"But you admitted to teasing my slave," I said. "Certainly that is worthy of punishment." She definitely looked less sure of what she had gotten herself into.
I let her stew on that for a moment before I said, "I'll tell you what. I think I know what you are looking for. I'll treat you as I like, but I'll let you pick a safe-word. The word should be something that you normally would not say. If you use the word, then I stop what I am doing immediately and the night is over for us. If you don't use the safe-word, then I do what I want, regardless of what else you are saying. Do you agree?"
"Yes," she said after thinking about it.
"So what is your safe-word?" I asked.
"Pizza," she replied.
"Good," I told her, and I went behind her and unclipped her hands. "Go make us dinner."
"What?" she asked in a surprised tone.
"You want to be my slave, you do the things that my slaves do," I told her. "They take care of me, and right now, I am hungry. So go make us dinner, and I'll be down in a few minutes." She left the room slowly; things were not going the way that she expected.
I got cleaned up from work and about ten minutes later I was downstairs with her in the kitchen. I looked her over, and I had to agree with what she had said earlier. Despite the fact that both Becky and Jamie were working out, and the fact that Chrissy was not that much older than Cindy, there really is nothing as sexy as a tight eighteen year old body, and Cindy had a tight body. Cindy was a brunette like her sister, though her hair color was a little lighter. Her breasts were probably around a 36C, as near to perfect as you can get, and they had absolutely no sag yet. Her ass was tight and high and firm; she had a perfect body, and she knew it.
Cindy finished preparing some pasta, and she brought it to the table. We sat down, and I said, "Before I take on a new slave, I like to know about her. Tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?" she asked.
"Tell me what you think I should know about you," I said.
"My name is Cindy," she started, "and I am about to graduate from high school. I'm 18 years old, and I have one older sister whose sole desire in life lately seems to be to become your slave. I live at home with my parents, but I plan to move away to college in the fall.
"I had my first boyfriend when I was 13, gave my first hand job at 14, followed quickly by my first blowjob. I lost my virginity on my 15th birthday. I've had 5 boyfriends, I've slept with about 18 guys and I've blown about 30 guys, though those two groups overlap. I've gone down on two girls, and four have gone down on me, but I like boys better. I've had three ways with both two guys and with another girl, and I've blown 6 guys at one time.
"I like sex. I've never had a cock up my ass, and I can't even imagine having one as big as yours, but you can have me that way if you want. I am a cock-tease, though I usually follow through. I guess I could be considered a slut. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Is that all you think that I should know about you?" I asked. "You've defined yourself as a daughter and a sister and a slut. Is there anything else that you want me to know about you? Is that all you think of yourself?"
"No, I guess that's not all," she said. "I am pretty athletic; I swim and I am a cheerleader. I am also close to the top of my class. I like drama, and I've done plays, but I don't dream of going to Hollywood to be an actor. I have a lot of friends, and I try not to be too cliquish; I have friends from all sorts of groups. Is that the kind of things that you are looking for?"
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.
"How should I know?" she replied. "I barely know what I want to be when I'm 19. I'm just hoping that something at school catches my fancy."
"Tell me about the first time you gave a hand job," I said, shifting gears.
"I guess it was your typical young teenage experience; I jerked him off in the back of a theatre," she told me. "It's a bitch when you don't have a car. My first blowjob was in the park."
"How old were you before someone went down on you, and who went down on you first, a guy or a girl?" I asked.
"I was 16, and it was a girl," she responded. "After that I convinced my boyfriend to go down on me. The girl did it better."
"How did you convince him?" I asked.
"I told him if he wanted me to do him, he would have to do me first," she explained.
"A girl who knows what she wants and knows how to get it," I said.
"Well, we do have some leverage," she told me. "Most guys will do anything for sex."
"And what kinds of things have you traded sex for?" I asked.
"Um, I don't really trade sex for things," she said.
"OK, let's use a more palatable expression," I said. "What things have guys given to you or done for you because they thought that they might get lucky?"
"I guess dinner, movies, concerts, jewelry," she said. "The kinds of stuff most guys give their girlfriends."
"From what you said, you did a lot more guys than just your boyfriends," I said. "What kinds of things did you get from them?"
"I got help in some classes and on papers, I got rides places, once I got a soda," she said.
"A soda?" I asked. "That's a tad cheap, don't you think? Why do you trade sex for things so easily?"
"What do you want me to say?" Cindy asked, getting upset. "That I'm a cheap whore? That I have some deep, dark trauma that makes me have no self worth? Well that's not how I see it. I just like sex, and this is a convenient way to get it!"
I sat back and smiled. "And you say you don't understand why your sister wants to be my slave?" I asked.
"Huh?" she grunted.
I sat forward and looked at her intently. "You say that you like sex, but you feel like you need to get something for it. You need to feel obligated to 'provide' sex. Why is that? Do you feel guilty about wanting sex? Do you feel ashamed? By getting something in return, even something as small as a soda, you are fitting in with societal norms. Like you said, most women trade sexual favors for movies and concerts and dinners. It's expected. You said that you were at the top of the class. Did you really need to trade sex for help in class? I believe that you were doing it all because you like sex, you want sex, and that made it OK.
"Now look at your sister. She likes sex too. So how does she get to do all the things that she secretly desires and still not feel guilty? What slavery gives her is freedom from guilt. Like she told your mother, if I tell her to do something, she need not be concerned whether it is right or wrong, all she needs to know is that I want her to do it.
"For instance, let's say she wants to go down on her little sister. Society tells her this is wrong, so despite her desire, her longing, her hunger for her little sister, she would never act on it. However, if I were to deliver her little sister to her all tied up and tell her to eat poor Cindy through ten orgasms, of course she would do it, because her Master told her to. And how can she feel guilty about it? It's not her fault; her Master made her do it. Do you see how it works?"
"Yes," she said, breathing quite a bit more heavily than normal.
I leaned back in my chair and told her, "I actually think that you will be different. You are still young, but I suspect that you are quite a bit stronger and more confident than Jamie. I think that eventually you will be able to work out your feelings, and you will be able to take what you need without feeling the guilt and shame. That, however, will come later. For tonight, you are my slave, so clean off the table and get me dessert!"
Cindy got up to clean the table, and I could tell that she was thinking about what I said. When the table was cleared off, she asked me, "What would you like for dessert?"
"That is 'What would you like for dessert, sir, '" I corrected her.
"What would you like for dessert, sir?" she asked.
"You'll do," I said, and I pulled her onto the table in front of me. I put her feet up on my knees and moved my face between her legs. I figured I had already given her enough foreplay, so I sank my tongue deeply into her cunt. She was certainly wet enough. Interestingly, she tasted like Jamie. This was my first experience with sisters, and I guess genetics play as much a role in pussy taste as it does in everything else. And given how much I relished tasting Jamie, I knew that this was a dessert that I would enjoy as well.
I pulled her ass off the table so that I could hold it tightly while I worked on her pussy. She moved her legs up to my shoulders and I luxuriated in her taste and scent. I've said it before and I'll say it again; there is very little in this world that I like better than eating a juicy pussy. I savored her flavor as I kept licking, alternating between burrowing deeply and gently swiping her pussy lips. Cindy must have liked it as much as I did, because in no time she was cumming. When she came, she demonstrated that she and Jamie were similar in another way: they were both squirters. If anything, Cindy released more fluids than Jamie, but it did nothing to quench my thirst for her.
I let her calm down and then I helped her off the table and into the bedroom. I removed my clothes while she stood there, and I went to sit on the edge of the bed. "You bragged about how many people you blew; show me how good you got with practice," I instructed her.
She strutted confidently over to me and slowly sank to her knees, running her hands along my body as she did. She looked up at me with a sultry expression on her face and slowly started making love to my cock with her mouth. I had to give the girl credit. With the exception of Chrissy, she gave the best head I have ever received. She moved slowly up and down with just the right amount of pressure. Her hands were involved perfectly, lightly tickling my balls sometimes while stroking my cock at others. I was sorely tempted to shoot right into her mouth, but I had other plans for my cum.
"Are you on the Pill?" I asked.
"God, yes!" she exclaimed after she extracted my cock from her mouth. "As horny as I get, I'd let a guy do me whether he had protection or not. I'd have been knocked up a long time ago!"
"Don't want to get knocked up?" I asked.
"No way!" she screeched. Finally, a girl who didn't get all weak at the thought of being pregnant. Maybe it was an age thing.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her up for a kiss. I rolled over so that she was pinned under me and I started making out with her. As I kissed her, I realized there was probably a connection between good kissing and good blowjobs, because she was also one of the best kissers I'd ever experienced. While kissing her, my hands were not idle either; I moved them up and down her nubile body, paying special attention to her breasts. What I wanted to know was where the hell girls like this were when I was in high school?
Cindy was just eighteen and already towards the top of my list in everything sexually related. Admittedly, my list was not that long, but it had been getting longer lately. I guess if I had come across her in high school, I would have been a nervous wreck and she would have either ignored me or overwhelmed me. Oh well. There is something to be said for experience. It's true that youth is wasted on the young.
I broke my kiss and said, "You are an extremely sexy woman."
"Sexier than my sister?" she asked slyly.
"I won't play that comparison game," I told her. "I love your sister, and I find her very sexy. Be satisfied that I find you sexy, too. Believe me; you do not want to compete with your sister. She can be very competitive when she puts her mind to it."
"Maybe I do want to compete with her," she said, smiling. "I bet she could teach me a lot, and it would be fun."
"If you want the experience, just ask her to educate you," I told her. "I'll bet she'd do it, and if she won't, let me know and I'll insist."
"I just might take you up on that," she said, gasping as I touched a particularly sensitive spot.
"I think you have a lot of experience yourself," I told her. I rolled us over so that she was on top. "Now I want you to ride me. I want to see your whole sexy body moving on top of me." She got that sultry smile on her face again and sat up on my body. She lifted herself on her knees and crouched above my cock. She held it in her hand and slowly lowered herself until the head of my cock was just inside of her pussy. Then she moved her hands onto my chest and slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock. It took almost a full minute for her to engulf my whole dick with her pussy. Despite her experience, she was as tight as any teenager.
Once she had me completely buried she started moving more quickly, but only slightly so; it took about ten seconds for each stroke. She was good, and I could tell by the expression on her face that she knew it; she had a look of sultry superiority. She made me feel very good, and if she had come to me just to sleep with me, I would have lain back and enjoyed it. But she had come to me as a slave, and her superiority was not fitting.
She had risen so that I was just slightly in her when I grabbed her and in one quick move I slammed her down onto my cock and flipped her so that she was on the bottom. I pulled out so that I was just slightly in her and asked, "You like teasing, don't you?" This time I pushed very slowly into her, teasing her in the same way that she had teased me. "Do you enjoy it as much when the shoe is on the other foot?" I asked.
"Ohhhhh, yeeeees," she moaned as I slowly moved in and out. "You can tease me all you want, just keep making me feel so good!" I obliged, slowing down even further. I pulled out so that the tip was barely in her. She was thrusting up into me, begging, "Please fuck me!" I slowly pushed into her, reaching up to run my fingers lightly up and over her nipples as I moved forward, then back down across her nipples as I pulled out. She was panting and getting very close as I pushed in and then pulled all the way out.
"No!" she cried when she realized I wasn't going to continue. She moved her hands between her legs, but I pulled them away. "I need to cum!" she begged.
"You told me that you were a tease, but that you also deliver," I said.
"I will!" she said. "I will do anything you want!"
"What I want," I said, "is for you to realize that if you are going to be a slave, you do not tease. You do whatever you can to make me feel good, and you tell me what you want me to do so that I can make you feel good. And if you are a very good girl, I might even do what you request.
"But what you do NOT do is tease me!" I said, running my finger lightly along her slit, so that she gasped. "When you go back to your high school boys, you can tease them all you want. When you go out with the frat boys, you can tease them all you want. But when you are with me, you do not tease, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand!" she said. "I'll try not to tease, but I'm not sure if I can!"
"Well, you should try hard," I said, "because I am going to redden your ass each time you tease me. And if I think that you are not trying to avoid teasing me, I will use the crop."
"I understand, sir," she said.
"We'll see," I said, pushing my cock shallowly into her. I began by pumping quickly, but not deeply, making little jabs with only the first third of my dick. However, each time the head of my cock passed in and out of the highly sensitive area around the opening of her pussy, she gasped and jerked.
"Please, sir, please fuck me hard!" she begged.
"I thought you liked teasing," I said. "I thought that you wanted me to tease you some more."
"Oh, I changed my mind," she moaned. "I want to be fucked hard. I want to cum!"
"When the guys you are with change their minds, do you give in?" I ask.
"Sometimes," she said.
"But not always?" I asked.
"Not always, but I've been good," she said. "I'll do whatever you want. I just want to cum."
"Whatever I want covers a lot of things," I said, shoving my dick all the way up her before pulling out and resuming my shallow strokes. "Just ask your sister."
"I don't care. I don't want to ask her. I want to cum!" she cried.
I pulled out, flipped her over and clipped her hands behind her. She started moaning in anticipation, but instead of resuming my fuck I retrieved a vibrator and inserted it into her. I set the toy on low, flipped her back over. "You need to realize that there are consequences to your actions. You teased me, so I will tease you."
I got up and walked out of the room, and she cried, "Noooo!" I had set the vibrator high enough to get her attention, but not high enough to bring her off. I went downstairs for a drink of water. About fifteen minutes later I went back upstairs. Cindy was writhing on the bed, her body sweaty and her hair sticking to her face.
"Oh, thank god you're back," she cried. "This is driving me insane! Please help me."
"Do you think that you will remember not to tease me in the future?" I asked.
"Yes, I'll remember, I promise!" she yelled. "I'll do anything you want, anytime, just make me cum, please let me cum!" I flipped her back over and pulled her ass into the air. I removed the protruding vibrator and put the extremely wet and sticky object on the bed near Cindy's head. I put my cock at her slit and slowly pushed in, then stopped just inside. "More!" she cried. I pushed all the way in her in one quick stroke, then pulled out and did it again. She was cumming on the third stroke, screaming and yelling unintelligible syllables.
I ran my hands over her ass, and when I brushed a finger over her asshole she gasped and squeezed very tightly around my cock. Everything leading up to this became too much, and my cock started spitting into her cunt. She felt it, and it took her even higher. I held my cock buried in her until my cock was completely drained, then I removed it and fell to the bed beside her. She turned to me, kissed me and said, "I won't tease you again."
I unclipped her hands and took her to the bathroom. I ran a shower and pulled her in. I washed her body and her hair. After I rinsed her hair, I conditioned it, giving her a scalp massage in the process. "Mmmmm, I see why the others like being with you. You treat me so well," she said.
"You didn't think so fifteen minutes ago," I said.
"I guess that's true, but I deserved it," she said.
"Do you understand your sister any better?" I asked.
"I do, I truly do," she said. She got an evil smile on her face and said, "Now if only my mother could have a night with you, she would easily give her blessings."
"Oh, god! Don't even think of that!" I shuddered.
"Why not," she asked, pursuing the thought. "It would do her good."
"She is a happily married woman," I said. "Well, actually, I don't know if she is happily married, but she is married. Plus, imagine if she didn't like it; she could make life very difficult for me and Jamie. I'll be happy having slept with sisters rather than a mother/daughter."
"Do you want to sleep with two sisters together?" she asked, running her fingers around my chest. "Or maybe watch two sisters together?"
"Do you want that?" I countered.
"I'm not sure," she said, "but I'd do it if you told me to."
"Be careful," I said with a smile. "You are getting sucked in."
"Oh god, you are right," she said, "But it is so seductive."
"Don't worry, your night is not over," I told her, reaching around her to cup her ass. "I was promised another virgin tonight." She shuddered in my arms. I turned the water off and we stepped out of the shower. I dried her whole body and wrapped her tightly in the towel. I dried myself off as well and we went back into the bedroom.
I placed her on the bed, lying on her stomach. I retrieved a bottle of massage oil from Jamie's supply and I straddled Cindy's ass. I massaged her neck and back, then I worked lower, and soon I was rubbing her sexy, teenage, virgin ass. I ran my tongue along her spine, then down through her ass crack. She gasped when it ran over her puckered asshole. I pulled her hips up and rolled onto my back, wriggling my head between her legs. I softly sucked on her pussy lips as my tongue explored. I let my fingers play around her asshole, slowly pushing one of them in. Cindy was moaning and writhing her hips over my head. Finally I had enough, and I scooted out from underneath her.
I grabbed some lube and moistened my cock for insurance, then placed my cock against her winking asshole. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.
"Oh, yes! It's yours. Take my cherry!" she moaned. How could I refuse? I slowly pushed into her. She groaned, but she was so slick that my head popped right in. Jamie must have lubed her extra well.
"Oh, god! It feels so big!" she groaned. "It's not even really in, is it?"
"The biggest part is," I said. "Ready for more?"
"Yes, but go slowly," she said. I obeyed her request and pushed into her at the same speed that she originally took me into her other hole. I didn't stop until I was bottomed out.
"How do you feel now?" I asked.
"Full and horny," she said. "I think I'm ready for a good ass fucking. My ass is yours!" Well, put that way, I thought I'd enjoy what was mine. I started fucking her slowly, but I had soon picked up speed. Cindy was grunting on each stroke, and her hand was beneath her, playing with her clit. Despite the number of times I had come today, I was soon ready for another. I grabbed her hips and started pounding. She groaned with me and I started shooting my cum into her bowels.
I collapsed next to her, my cock still embedded in her ass. I pulled her closer to me so that I could fondle her perfect breasts. "Mmmmm," she purred quietly. "That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be."
"High praise indeed," I said.
"I didn't mean that the way it sounded," she said. "I actually enjoyed that, and I didn't think that I would."
"I'm glad I could give you a little pleasure," I said, pulling my cock slowly out of her. When it was out, I spooned back into her.
"You gave me a lot of pleasure earlier," she said.
She lay next to me for a few minutes, but then pulled away. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"Jamie explained to me what would happen, and she told me that my job is not over yet," she explained. She moved down my body and sucked my cock into her mouth.
"You don't have to do that," I said.
"I do," she responded, pulling off of my cock. "It was one of the conditions that Jamie put on me. She said if I was getting the benefits of being with you, I had to behave accordingly."
"What do you think she would have said if you had just wanted to fuck me the old fashioned way?" I asked.
"She probably would not have given me as much of a hard time," Cindy mused. "Maybe she felt threatened by me?"
"I don't mean anything negative by it, but she has nothing to worry about," I said.
She finished up and spooned back next to me. "I know that," she said. "She is a very lucky girl." We lay there for a while and eventually Cindy nodded off. I heard the others come in downstairs, so I picked Cindy up to carry her to her room.
As I was putting her on the bed, Cindy asked, "Was I a good slave?"
"Not bad," I said, smiling at her, "though you could use a little more training."
"Could I ask you a favor?" she said.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"Can you fuck me just a little now?" she asked. "Get your cock nice and sticky with my pussy juices, then go have Jamie clean you off? It would almost be like you were making her lick me."
"You are an evil woman, aren't you?" I asked.
"Maybe, but you'll do it, won't you?" she asked.
"I think I will," I told her. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and she spread her legs. As I watched my cock disappear into her newly shaved pussy I said, "Keep shaving your pussy."
"What? Why should I do that?" she asked.
"Because I told you to," I said. "Because every time you look at it, you can think about how you were a slave. You can remember how you liked being a slave." She shuddered as she had a little cum.
"You are a dangerous person, sir," she said. I pulled out and kissed her good night.
Becky, Jamie and Chrissy were coming upstairs just as I was walking out of her room. Jamie raised an eyebrow at me questioningly, and I replied, "I was just finishing your sister off, but she seems to have left me a mess. Why don't you clean me off, Jamie?"
She looked like she might hesitate for a second, but then she accepted my request and went to her knees in front of me. She licked my hard cock up and down, getting all of Cindy's juices off of me. "Tasty, isn't it?" I asked. She blushed as she nodded.
I pulled Jamie up and took Becky's hand as well, and we went to the bedroom. I pulled Jamie onto the bed and instructed the others to go strap on dildos. I spooned behind Jamie and worked my cock into her ass. "Becky, you get to have Jamie's tight pussy, and Chrissy, you get to pleasure your Mistress' ass."
Becky got onto the bed and gave Jamie a big, open mouthed kiss as she worked her cock into Jamie's wet pussy. I had her stop when she was buried, and then Chrissy worked her cock into Becky's ass. Chrissy also reached around Becky to fondle both women's nipples. "You may only move a tiny bit," I told them. "I want to hear about your night."
"Becky, I think you are going to have to tell it," Jamie said, panting. "I can't think straight; I'm too filled up."
"OK, I'll tell you," Becky said. "We went out for dinner before drinks, and this time Jill came with us. There were six of us, and do you realize that you've done something sexual with every woman that was there, with the possible exception of Rachel; but in my opinion what you've done with her is sexual as well.
"We had a nice dinner, and we talked about lots of things, but somehow we kept coming back to you." Becky groaned as Chrissy moved around, and I could feel it on my cock as it caused a chain reaction. When Chrissy had settled back down, Becky continued. "Joan and I told the others about our punishments. They could already see that I was having a hard time sitting down. Then Jamie told them about her marks. On our way out of the restaurant, Jill dragged us to the bathroom and insisted on seeing the damage. I showed her my back and Jamie showed her tits. Jill was upset, but we calmed her down.
"Then I turned the tables on her, insisting on a panty check. We lined up again in front of the mirror, and Jill was the only one with hair. She said, 'Looks like I forgot a step, ' but I told her that she better not shave; that you like her that way. While we all had our skirts up, I whipped out a camera and got a picture. It didn't come out great, but I'll show it to you later. Just before we dropped our skirts, another woman walked in and saw us standing like that. We all laughed and hurried out.
"We went to a bar afterwards and we drank a lot. We got propositioned quite a bit, but each time one of us would say, 'Sorry, our Master won't let us.' Pretty soon everyone in the place knew what we were telling people. Rachel told us her story about the night of the party as well. That was pretty cool what you had her do. Her husband is very curious what Rachel is doing on her nights out, but frankly, if Rachel told him that she was coming over to fuck you each week, he would probably accept that just so that he could keep getting what he is getting."
"That's not going to happen," I told her.
"I know that, sir. I was just explaining how happy he is with the new attitude that Rachel has," she said. "Anyway that is about all that happened. They were very curious about who it was that was with you, but we wouldn't say. Jill said that they would just have to wait until next week and see who shows up.'"
"There won't be a group get-together next week," I said.
"Why not?" Jamie asked.
"In case you have forgotten, you are getting married this weekend. A honeymoon traditionally follows," I said.
"We are going to go away?" Becky asked, getting excited and thrusting into Jamie.
"Of course," I said. "You'd better ask for time off of work, soon. I thought we'd go for a week."
"Where, sir?" Jamie asked.
"It'll be a surprise," I said, "but it will be warm and you won't have to pack too many clothes." I saw that Chrissy's face had gotten a little sad, and I said, "You don't think that you're being left behind, do you Chrissy?"
Chrissy looked surprised and said, "I thought this was just for the three of you."
"You may not be mine directly, but you are mine, and you are coming," I told her.
"Yes, sir!" she said happily as she pushed into Becky. I let Chrissy thrust into Becky a half a dozen times, while I counterthrust into Jamie. The two of them, sandwiched between us, were quite happy to let us fuck them. Chrissy would push into Becky's ass, which would cause Becky to move into Jamie, which in turn pushed Jamie back onto me. Then I would shove into Jamie's ass and send the wave back towards Chrissy. It was an altogether satisfying motion.
Eventually, however, I stopped returning the wave, and Chrissy understood and stopped her motion as well. "So why wouldn't you tell them who was visiting with me?" I asked.
"We weren't sure what would happen, and we wanted to protect the two of you," Becky explained.
"Why did you send her to me?" I asked.
"As we said in the note, she asked, and we did owe her," Becky said. "Plus, she is an eighteen year old hottie, which I thought that you would enjoy. Was I right?"
"You were," I said.
"So what did you do to her?" Jamie asked.
"Do you want to hear all the messy details?" I asked her teasingly.
"Umm, if you'd like to tell us, sir," she replied.
"Would it turn you on to hear what I did to your baby sister?" I asked, rotating my hips slightly.
"It always turns me on to hear about how you handle your women, sir," Jamie said.
"What would turn you on about it?" I asked. "How I treated her, or imagining that it was you treating her like that?"
"I don't know what you mean, sir," she replied, blushing.
I reached forward and squeezed her nipples very hard, while I slammed my cock deep into her ass. "No more lying, slave," I said. "I want the truth right now. Does it turn you on thinking of doing nasty things to your sister?"
She gasped as I continued squeezing her nipples but finally managed to say, "Yes, sir. I'm ashamed to admit that it does. I get so turned on thinking about her, even though she is my sister!"
"Especially because she is your sister," I said to her, releasing her nipples.
"Please don't make me do anything with her, sir," Jamie said.
I grabbed her hips and shoved myself deep within her. I whispered in her ear, "Up until this point I hadn't decided what I wanted to do. However, you just told me not to do something with you. Therefore, at some point in the future, not too soon, but not too far from now, I am going to watch you sucking my cum out Cindy's shaved cunt. The same cunt that you lusted for as you shaved it."
Jamie came. She was stimulated before, but hearing me promise that she would be going down on her sister made her explode. She grabbed Becky and shoved her tongue in Becky's mouth. We all started moving, fucking each other without a consistent rhythm, but enjoying it nonetheless.
Jamie kept cumming and cumming until she just groaned and went limp. I was still enjoying her ass, but I felt that Chrissy deserved some loving as well, so I pulled out and climbed around the bed until I was behind Chrissy, where I inserted my cock into her tight ass. Her cock was still buried in Becky's ass, and Becky was quite close. Soon Becky was cumming as well.
When she was done I pulled Chrissy out of Becky, laid her flat on the bed and wormed my cock back into her ass. The position made her extremely tight around my cock, but her clit was also being stimulated by the fake cock trapped beneath her. I was cumming first, but she followed quickly behind me before I had softened too much. When we were both done, I rolled off of her so that I was lying near Becky. I was exhausted. I imagine that Chrissy was as well, but she still dutifully climbed down to clean off my cock. She was starting to move down to her doggie bed when I grabbed had and pulled her into my arms. Jamie was already asleep, and the rest of us drifted off as well.
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.
Chapter 34
Thursday - Day 34
As I awoke on Thursday, I felt Becky's talented tongue on my cock. "I'm not your master today," I told her.
"Can't a girl suck off her boyfriend in the morning?" she asked, winking at me. Remembering how much I had wanted this when I was just her boyfriend, I shut my mouth and enjoyed. I looked down and saw Chrissy watching us from her doggie bed, her chin on the foot of the bed. Cindy's face peeked over Chrissy's shoulder, and I could see that Cindy's hands were wrapped around Chrissy's body and moving in interesting ways.
Given how good Becky had gotten at oral sex, I did not last very long. Before she left for work she kissed me and said, "Good bye... boyfriend."
"I'm not joking, Becky," I told her. "I want you to get a final taste of a normal relationship before you choose. I want all of you dressed when I get home. I'd like us to go out to dinner together and then spend some nice time just being together at home. Don't forget to call Jill, though, and ask her if she will be your maid of honor."
"Yes, sir," she replied, teasingly. It was a good thing for her that she wasn't my slave today, or she would have had a very red ass.
I got up and got ready for work. It was a little disconcerting, because everywhere I went I felt Cindy's eyes tracking me. On a trip through the bedroom I asked Chrissy, "Did she satisfy you last night?"
"Oh, yes sir!" Chrissy replied. "I would have loved to see you punish her, but I can't lie; she was amazing."
"And what about you?" I asked Cindy. "Were you satisfied?"
"You could hear that I was," Cindy said.
"Were you satisfied enough?" I countered.
"Any more satisfied and I would have passed out," she replied.
"How did you end up there?" I asked, nodding at the doggy bed.
"I was comfortable sleeping with Chrissy," she answered, "but she said she felt uneasy being away from her Mistress, so I joined her. I didn't realize that dog beds were this comfortable," she said, bouncing up and down.
"Well, it was made for a large bitch," I said with a smile.
Cindy ran her fingers through Chrissy's hair. "Well, this bitch isn't that large, but she is very playful," she said.
"Woof," was Chrissy's response.
I went over to wake up Jamie. When I kissed her and shook her shoulder, she moaned, "I don't wanna wake up."
I slapped her ass and said it was time for her to wake up. "You're not the boss of me today!" she argued, pulling the pillow over her head.
"I bet I can get her up," Cindy said. She scrambled up onto the bed and kneeled by Jamie's feet. She leaned over and ran her tongue up the back of Jamie's leg to her knee. She continued up the back of her thigh until she had nearly reached Jamie's ass. Jamie moaned in pleasure, and Cindy said, "Feels good, does it?"
Jamie jumped forward and rolled over, pulling the sheet to cover her front as she realized that it was her sister making her feel so good. She looked at her sister with wide eyes. Cindy got up, kneeled in front of her and said, "Too bad he's not your Master today, of he might have ordered me to finish what I started." She kissed Jamie on the tip of her nose and went back to lie in Chrissy's bed.
"It looks like you are up now," I said to a very conflicted Jamie. "I'm going to work today. We'll all go out when I get home." I kissed her and left for work.
I left work early and met with Chrissy and Cindy. As untraditional and informal as it might have been, there were still a ton of details that needed to be worked out for our wedding. We went to the dress shop where we met Jill. She was very excited.
"Becky asked me to be her bridesmaid, but she said to ask you what my duties would be," she said.
"Well, it's your job to lead Becky through the day. I'd actually appreciate it if you slept over on Friday night. The girls are going to have some things done to them on Friday night to prepare for the ceremony, and we could use your help with that. Then, on Saturday, you will need to dress Becky, lead her to the ceremony, and during the ceremony, you will have to undress her.
"Both of you will need to be with your brides constantly from Friday afternoon through the end of the private ceremony we will be having after the public one. I don't want them left alone for anything. When they are showering, I want you to wash their bodies. If they have to take a dump, I want you there with the toilet paper. I'm sorry if I'm being too graphic, but I really want you with them constantly. Are the two of you up for that?"
Cindy nodded her head immediately, but Jill looked questioningly at me. "What have I gotten myself in for?"
"I should have warned you in advance," I told her. "I basically want her guarded. I want to know that someone who cares for her is with her the whole time. And I want you to watch her. I want to be sure that each of them is sure about what she is agreeing to, and if not, I want to know. I am more than willing to postpone or cancel this ceremony if they are not 100% sure.
"Additionally, on Friday night they are having some things done to them that they cannot see until you unveil them during the ceremony. I want you to make sure that they don't peek. Finally, as I mentioned, after the public ceremony there will be a private one. The only participants will be me, the girls, Chrissy and you two. During this ceremony I will be taking each of them, sexually. If it is not too much, I want you to hold them when I take them. I ask you again, are you two up for this?"
Cindy once again nodded, and Jill did the same. "If nothing else, it will be an experience that I've never had before," she said.
I smiled at her in gratitude, and the four of us went into the dress shop. Michelle was there, looking a little harried. "You are not here to pick up the dresses are you?" she asked brusquely.
"No, that's still tomorrow," I reassured her. "If you have something that we could see, that would be great, but we're here to pick up the bridesmaid dresses." Chrissy had called to make arrangements for appropriate dresses for her and the two maids of honor. Michelle pulled them out for us to examine.
The dresses were identical in style. They had a low-cut neck line, and virtually no back. The dress gathered at the hips, then flared out to a short skirt. They were quite sexy for bridesmaids' dresses, but fairly modest compared to the brides' dresses. Predictably, Jill, as Becky's maid of honor, had a green dress, Cindy's was blue, and Chrissy's was her traditional red.
The girls went to try the dresses on. When they came out, I whistled in appreciation; they looked hot. I circled my finger, indicating they should twirl. They all did, and I noticed something immediately. "Chrissy, you are dressed appropriately, but Cindy and Jill, panties are definitely not called for."
Cindy smiled and shimmied out of her underwear. Jill just looked at me with a shocked expression. Then she shook her head and smiled at me. "You are a dangerous man!" She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down as well. "If you had told me a week ago that I would be attending a reception with a short dress and no panties, I would have laughed at you. Now here I am, in a tiny dress and no underwear. How do you talk me into these things?"
I smiled and said, "I don't talk you into things, I just ask."
Michelle had been watching our little byplay from the sidelines, and she laughed. "That's what makes you dangerous," she said. "Now if you are done, leave so that I can finish the dresses. Besides, if you keep that up for much longer, you'll all be stripped and doing it on the floor!"
"Can we take a peek at the dresses before we go?" I asked.
"No! Come back tomorrow," she said. The girls changed back into their street clothes and we left.
"Are you sure you are OK with everything I'm asking of you?" I asked Jill.
"I'll burn in hell, but yeah," she said. "But if all our friends get a look at my pussy, you are going to owe me!"
"I think I could come up with adequate payment," I said smiling. I kissed her cheek and she went back to work.
"How come you didn't ask me if I am OK with it?" Cindy asked.
"Because I know you are," I told her. "I just hope your parents don't get pissed at me for dragging you into this."
"Don't worry, they'll be fine," she assured me. "Where to next?"
I had a number of other stops, such as the florist and party supply store and a few other places. I also had to pick up the jewelry that I had ordered. As we went from stop to stop I noticed that Cindy was very friendly with Chrissy. As we were going home, I asked Chrissy to give Cindy and me a few minutes alone. She did as I asked, of course.
"I notice that you and Chrissy are getting very chummy," I said.
"Isn't that what you intended last night?" she asked.
"Not really," I replied. "I wanted to reward the two of you. And I am very glad that you are getting along. But I need you to remember that Chrissy is Becky's slave. She is having fun with you, but she is not going to be your girlfriend. Do you understand that?"
"Of course, you goofball," she laughed at me. "I enjoyed Chrissy last night, and I'm having fun with her today. But it's just fun. I know that it won't go anywhere. Just like I don't want a boyfriend, I don't want a girlfriend. Man, don't take life so seriously!" I was glad to see that I was reading too much into the flirting that they were doing.
We got home, and Becky was already there, and she was still dressed in her work clothes. "This feels so weird," she said. "Do you realize this is only the third time I've ever been in this house with clothes on? The only other times were on our first tour and at the party! I feel so overdressed. I hope that when you said stay dressed, you didn't mean that I needed to wear underwear."
"Let's not go overboard!" I said with a smile.
"Good!" she said, giving me a kiss. "Welcome home, 'boyfriend'."
"It's good to be home with you, 'girlfriend'," I replied. Just then Jamie walked through the door. "Ahhh, my other girlfriend. Welcome home, girlfriend." She looked a little confused as she kissed me, which made Becky laugh.
"So what is the plan for tonight?" Becky asked.
"I thought we'd go out to dinner," I replied. "Where would you like to go?"
"Where would I like to go?" Becky asked in a surprised tone. "I just realized that I haven't picked where we were going to eat in over a month! I don't remember how to choose anymore!"
"I think you remember just fine," I said, smiling again. She really was quite the actor. "Why don't the four of you decide what you'd like to do tonight, and we'll go out together. I'm just going to put my packages away and freshen up."
"What did you get, sir?" Jamie asked. "Whoops, I mean what did you get?"
"None of your business," I answered. "You'll find out on Saturday." I headed upstairs to take a shower.
When I finished dressing, I went downstairs. The girls had changed, and while they were wearing their standard colors, they weren't wearing the same outfits. Jamie saw me looking them over and said, "We are starting to build quite a monochromatic wardrobe, albeit each of us in a different color."
"You look great to me," I said. "Any decisions?"
"Yup!" Becky said. "Let's go."
We went out to eat, squeezing into a cab again. When we sat down at the table, Becky said, "I guess I'm going to have to order for myself, too."
I nodded and she went on, "It's funny how fast you can get used to something." We had a lovely dinner, talking about many things, but avoiding topics like sexual slavery or weddings. The restaurant wasn't too far from our house, so I asked the women if they'd like to take a nice walk home. They agreed, and we strolled amiably home.
At home, we adjourned to the study to snuggle and watch TV. The girls were right; it was weird having them wear clothing. Nonetheless, it was a reminder of what life had been like, albeit now with four women present instead of one, and at least two of them, perhaps more, lusting after me.
After the movie that we were watching was over, we retired up to bed. I went to the bathroom to prepare for bed, and when I came out Chrissy and Cindy were gone, and Becky and Jamie were on the bed, naked. "I understand what you are doing," Jamie said, "but I hope you didn't expect that we would act all prim and proper now."
I smiled at her expression. "No, I don't expect prim and proper," I replied. "Hot and slutty would be nice. But it's hot and slutty with a guy that the two of you want to share, not with your Master."
"I can live with that," Becky said. "In fact, if you are not giving the orders, then get that sexy cock of yours into me now!" She laid back, spread her legs, then used her fingers to spread her pussy open.
"Not so fast, sister!" Jamie said. "If you are going to get his cock first, than I am at least going to take a taste!" She kneeled down in front of me and took my cock halfway into her mouth, then spiraled her mouth around it as she pulled off. "Plus, you want me to get it all wet for you, don't you?"
"I'm wet enough, damn it!" she said, proving it by dipping two fingers halfway into her cunt and pulling them out to lick off the excess moisture. "If you are so horny, you can ride my face while he fucks me! Just bring him over here!" Jamie complied, pulling me by my cock. She moved out from between us and I slid into Becky in one wet thrust.
"Oh, yeah!" Becky moaned.
I started slowly rocking in and out and asked her, "How do you want it sweetheart? What would make you feel good?"
Becky thought about it for a minute, and then suddenly stopped moving. She looked at me with a mildly shocked expression on her face. "Do you know what I realized would make me feel the best?" she asked.
"Tell me and I'll do it," I replied.
"Use me!" she said. "I just realized that what I like best is when you use me for your pleasure. You said you'd do what ever I wanted, so use me. Fuck me however you want. I'm yours tonight, and forever!" With that she grabbed my head and kissed me deeply, while her hips started moving again, fucking her whole body into mine.
"Me, too," Jamie whispered, from next to us.
"What?" I asked.
"I thought about it," she responded, "and I cannot think of any way that I want it differently than how you already do it to me! How is that possible?"
"Because I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth," I replied, and I truly meant it. They were completely sincere, and when they offered themselves to me on Saturday, and I now had no doubt that they would, I would happily accept them with no reservations. It's corny and trite, but I honestly felt that we had found in each other what each of us needed. I knew that we would be together for a very long time.
I contemplated that thought for a minute, and then I realized that I had an amazingly hot and wet pussy grasping at my cock. I looked at Becky and she asked, "What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking how much I love you, both of you, and how happy we are going to be," I said.
She smiled hugely, and grabbed me again. I started fucking her harder, and she was shortly screaming in pleasure. I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head while I whispered in her ear. "You are mine, and I will never give you up. I own you." When she heard me, she shuddered and came.
I kissed her lovingly and rolled off. Jamie moved over to me and swiped at my cock with her tongue, tasting Becky on me before she straddled me and sank down on my rod. She leaned forward so that her nipples just brushed my chest. "I don't know if I ever really thanked you and Becky for allowing me to join you. You both make me so happy, and I will be extremely proud to offer myself to you on Saturday."
"I will be just as proud to accept," I said with a loving smile. She kissed me, and then began rocking her hips. She started slowly, but over time moved faster and faster. Just before I was going to cum, Jamie's body locked on top of mine, and I felt her fluids pouring over my crotch. I shot my load into her as Jamie collapsed on my chest, breathing heavily. Becky let us stay that way for a minute, but then she pulled Jamie's hips up. My cock popped out of Jamie and our mixed juices came pouring out of her. Becky wormed her way between our legs and began licking our combined spend.
"You ladies had better get all you need tonight, because tomorrow night we are not sleeping together."
"What! Why not?" Jamie asked.
"From the time that you get home from work tomorrow, your maids of honor will be with you," I explained. "They will take care of you, and you will sleep in your own rooms. I will sleep in my own room as well, and this room will remain empty. You may not cum between tonight and when I take you during our wedding. The next time that I take you after tonight, it will be as your owner."
I felt Becky shudder on my legs and asked, "Are you OK?"
"Oh, yes, I think I just came a little," she explained. "If we aren't going to sleep together at all tomorrow, you'd better get ready for more tonight!" She wasn't kidding, and she and Jamie nursed me through two more orgasms, while I lost count of the number that they had. When they had finally worn me out, they each snuggled tightly into me, our legs intertwined, and we fell asleep to the sound of each other's breathing.
Chapter 35
Friday - Day 35
I awoke in the morning to the feeling of Becky's mouth on my cock. "Hey, I thought I told you that we wouldn't be doing this today," I said.
"Really?" she asked, after she popped her mouth off of my cock. "I thought it was just no sex tonight. I didn't know that you meant no morning blow job today!"
"Well I did," I said. My dick was yelling at me for not allowing Becky to finish what she had started.
"Can I at least suck out any cum that is left in Jamie?" she asked with a pout.
"No, you cum hungry slut!" I said. "Go to work, finish up what you need to before our vacation, and then come home on time. There is a lot to do today!"
"OK, sir," she said sulkily. She went off to work, and in a short time I got Jamie up and sent her off as well. I had taken the day off to take care of the remainder of the logistics. I looked at the foot of the bed and Chrissy and Cindy were curled up around each other in Chrissy's bed, asleep, looking like big puppies.
I woke them up and we went out on our errands. We brought home everything that we needed; the only things left would be delivered in the morning. When we arrived back home, Jill was waiting out front.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you so early," I said. "Were you waiting long?"
"Not too long," she replied. "I was just excited, so I left work early to come over."
"What are you excited about?" I asked.
"Just being part of this," she said. "It is not something I do every day. Plus, three of my best friends are getting married at one time; surely that's something to be excited about."
"If you say so," I said. "I'm excited as well, but I have my own reasons for that."
We went inside and got some of the items set up. I showed Jill up to Becky's room, so that she could drop off her stuff. We went back downstairs as Becky and Jamie were walking in the door.
"How do you guys feel?" I asked.
"Nervous and excited," Becky said, and Jamie nodded. "What about you?"
"I feel the same," I said, giving each of them a big kiss.
"Yeah, but at least you know what to expect," Jamie said. "For us it's just a big surprise."
"You know most of what will happen already," I countered. "Plus, it's usually you girls keeping me off guard. I like having it the other way around, for a change." Becky stuck her tongue out at me, and Jill smacked her on the ass.
"Be nice to your master!" she admonished. We all looked at her in shock. "What?" she asked. "You told me it was my job to watch her and keep her in line, and I take my job seriously." I just shook my head. She was having way too much fun with this.
"Cindy," I said, "Go bathe Jamie. Make sure she is both clean and clean shaven. Wash and condition her hair, and when you are done, dress her in the outfit that I left on the bed." Cindy smiled and pulled Jamie away. I yelled after them, "You can play, but neither of you may cum!"
As they reached the top of the stairs, I heard Cindy mutter, "Spoilsport!"
I turned to Jill and said, "When they are done, do the same for Becky." Jill smiled at Becky predatorily. Becky looked at me nervously, but I told her, "You picked her. But the same rule goes for the two of you."
About an hour later Jamie came down, and Becky went up for her bath. Jamie was wearing a white silk babydoll with silk opaque panties. The babydoll was attached at the neck, and flowed down over her body, flaring at her hips. Her breasts were covered, but her stomach and legs were exposed. She looked like an innocent, virginal sex doll. "Did you two have fun?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, sir," Jamie said, looking at her sister affectionately. "It was heavenly. I felt pampered."
"As well you should, on this day," I said. I led her over to the table, which I had covered with a thin mattress, on top of which I had put a pure white sheet. I lifted her up onto the table, and Chrissy brought me over a package. She opened the box and presented me with a white leather cuff. I looked directly into Jamie's eyes as I attached it to her right ankle. Chrissy then gave me the next cuff, which I attached to her left ankle. I stood up without breaking eye contact and took the next cuff, which I put on her right wrist, followed by the last cuff on her left wrist.
"You are getting closer to being mine," I said.
She simply smiled back at me and said, "You are wrong, sir. I am already yours."
I kissed her lightly on her lips and had her lie down. I handed Cindy a white leather blindfold and said, "Put this on her, then stand near her head and hold her hands. I want you to be in contact with her until this is done."
"Until what is done, sir?" Jamie asked.
"I'll tell you when Becky arrives," I replied. "Meanwhile, you can just enjoy your sister's touch and the anticipation of what is to come."
It was about a half hour later when Becky came down, dressed identically to Jamie. After complimenting her and kissing her, I put her on the table next to Jamie. "That is soooo sexy," she whispered, licking her lips. She ran her fingers up Jamie's naked stomach and Jamie shuddered.
"You will look just as sexy in a minute," I said. I kneeled down in front of her, and once again Chrissy presented me with the first cuff. I repeated the procedure on Becky, and by the time the fourth cuff was on she was breathing heavily. I laid her down and noticed that she was well on her way to ruining her panties; a large wet spot was visible right in the middle. Luckily, I had bought a few extra pairs.
I handed the blindfold to Jill and told her to put it on Becky, and to hold her hands. I then took Becky's left hand and Jamie's right, clipped their cuffs together and pulled their hands over their head. I stepped back and took a look at the picture in front of me.
On the left was Becky, with Jill standing behind her. Jill was holding her right hand over Becky's head, stretching Becky's stomach taut and causing her breasts to stand up. She was also holding Becky's left hand, which was attached to Jamie's right. Cindy was a mirror of Jill, holding her sister's hands above Jamie's head. I smiled and once again blessed whatever fates put me in this situation.
"You may be wondering why I asked you all here today," I began, and the four of them cracked up, relieving the tension slightly. "I have explained to you that tomorrow I will collar you, and I will mark you as mine. However marking you during the ceremony would take too long, unless I chose to brand you." Most of the girls gasped at that statement, except for Becky, who seemed to get more excited.
"Don't worry, branding is not in your immediate future," I said. "But you will be tattooed with my mark. Since it will take too long tomorrow, I am having it done today, however you will not see it until it is revealed tomorrow. Jill, Cindy, it is your job to take care of the mark, and to ensure that my lovely slaves do not see it until it is time. Do you understand?" The two bridesmaids nodded.
Just then the doorbell rang. "Right on time," I said, as Chrissy went to answer the door.
She returned trailing two people, John and another woman. When they walked into the room they stopped to register the tableau.
"Wow," the girl said.
"I agree," John said in a quiet voice. Then, shaking himself, he said, "Sorry for staring. This is Mary. She'll be the other artist today."
"Pleased to meet you," I said, shaking her hand. I shook John's hand as well, and said, "As you can see, we are ready when you are."
He shook his head again and said, "Point us to where we can wash up, and we can get started." I had Chrissy show them to the washroom and I set up their chairs between my girl's legs.
When they came back into the room, John said, "Um, sorry to do this, but before I begin, I have to make sure that this is what they want."
"Ask them," I said.
"Are the two of you doing this of your own free will?" he asked.
"Oh yes," they said in unison.
I nodded to Chrissy who went to stand between Becky's legs. She slowly pulled Becky's panties down until they rested on the floor under her legs. "Ask for it," she whispered to her Mistress.
"Please, sir. Please place my Master's mark on me," Becky asked of John.
Chrissy then went to Jamie and pulled her panties off as well. When they were on the floor at Jamie's feet, she whispered, "Ask for it."
Jamie said, "Please, ma'am. Put my Master's mark on me."
Cindy, Jill and I all had smiles on our faces, while the tattoo artists had slightly awed expressions on theirs. Nonetheless, they were professionals, so they went to work. They sat down between the girls legs, got out their tools, and proceeded to apply the mark that I had designed. Jill looked very curiously at it, though Chrissy knew what it was. They worked for quite a while, making sure it was perfect. When they were done, they stepped back so that I could examine their work.
"Perfect," I told them. I turned to the girls and asked, "Are you OK?" They nodded. "How does it feel to wear my mark?" I asked.
"Are you sure that you won't take us to bed tonight, Master?" Becky asked.
"Not tonight," I responded with a warm smile, "but tomorrow, after you've seen it."
"Very well, sir," Becky said.
I thanked John and Mary and Chrissy showed them to the door. While she was out of the room, I examined my girls. I felt committed now. While nowadays tattoos can be removed, this was the most permanent thing that I'd done to show my ownership. It made me feel warm inside.
When Chrissy returned, she crouched at Becky's feet and pulled her panties back on. She whispered, "You didn't thank him."
"Oh, you are so right my darling Chrissy!" she said. "Thank you, sir, for marking me!"
"You can thank me tomorrow," I said.
Chrissy moved to Jamie and replaced her panties as well. I reached between the girls and unclipped their hands, and Jill and Cindy helped the girls sit up. They removed the blindfolds and Becky reached over and hugged me. She whispered, "Thank you," in my ear. When she moved away, Jamie hugged me as well.
"Time for bed, everyone," I said. "You may not remove the cuffs; I am the only one that may remove them for you for any reason. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," they both replied.
"You may sleep in the lingerie, or not, but the panties stay on," I continued. "Now come here so that I can kiss you goodnight and show you how much I will miss you tonight." They came to me and I hugged them both close to me. I turned to Becky and wrapped my arms around her, giving her a deep, probing kiss. I then did the same to Jamie.
Finally, I turned to Jill and Cindy and said, "Make them comfortable tonight. They may sleep a little late in the morning, but bring them to me when they wake up." Jill smiled at me and Cindy curtsied to me with a mocking smile on her face. Cindy took Jamie's hand, Jill took Becky's and I took Chrissy's and we all walked upstairs. Our main bedroom remained empty as we all went to our respective bedrooms.
After getting ready for bed, I stripped off and lay down in the bed. Chrissy stood at the foot of the bed and asked, "How do you want me, sir?"
I smiled at her and said, "I want you stripped naked and lying in my arms. I want your body against mine all night, but no sex; if the girls can't have any, I won't either."
She pulled her clothes off and stretched out along my body. I may have said no sex, but my cock indicated it did not agree. I ignored it and let it enjoy itself in the crack of Chrissy's ass, as I went to sleep, dreaming of tomorrow.
Chapter 36
Saturday - Day 36
I woke up in the morning of my wedding when Jill led Becky into the room. "She couldn't sleep," Jill explained. "She says she misses the feeling of a cock in her mouth in the morning." Becky was standing next to Jill, still or once again dressed in the white babydoll. Cindy led Jamie in a moment later and said, "This one couldn't sleep either, but she didn't say anything about cocks."
Since I had just woken up, I still had my cock nestled in Chrissy's ass. Jill said, "It doesn't seem fair to deny them while you have a willing body to service your needs."
"I didn't service him," Chrissy said. "I would have, but he told me that it wouldn't be fair to use me when the others couldn't relieve themselves."
"And if he had chosen to use Chrissy," Becky added, "that would have been fine too. Just because he denies us doesn't mean that he has to deny himself! He is the Master."
"Jeeze, I'm sorry!" Jill said. "I was wrong to say anything."
"That's OK," I said. "You were just looking out for Becky's best interest."
I held my arms out to my girls and Chrissy moved away as they each grabbed a side of me.
Becky whispered in my ear, "If you need some relief, I'd be happy to provide you with some."
I smiled and shook my head.
I looked at the clock and told Jill and Cindy, "OK, here is the plan. Bathe them again this morning, being careful about the marks. The hair and makeup person will be here in about an hour to do the five of you. By the time that you are done, it will be close to the time that everyone will begin arriving. When they are made up, get them dressed in the clothes that Chrissy will give you and remove their bandages and then get yourselves dressed. Then you can come down and try to relax with the guests before the ceremony."
"Is there anything that we need to do to help prepare?" Jamie asked.
"Nothing," I said. "Becky's gorgeous and efficient slave has done most of the work. It will be lovely. Now go, before I change my mind and take you right now!" Becky's response was to grind her pelvis into my cock. I spanked her ass lightly, but that just caused her to grind harder. "That's enough!" I said, and she gave me a little kiss and got up.
As the girls were preparing themselves, Chrissy and I dealt with the final arrangements. The florists and caterers showed up and we got their arrangements in place. As the afternoon approached, the girls called Chrissy upstairs. She left me, so I went to change into my outfit. Some of our guests might have expected me in leather chaps and a whip strapped to my waist, but I was wearing a simple tuxedo.
As I finished dressing, there was a quiet knock at the door. I opened it and Chrissy was waiting there, dressed in her bridesmaid dress and ready to go. "You look beautiful," I told her.
She blushed and said, "Thank you, sir. If you are ready, your slaves are downstairs and waiting for you."
I walked downstairs and Jamie and Becky were standing there waiting for me. Their outfits were lovely. On each girl's head was a circlet of flowers. Their dresses were white, with beading around the edges. The dresses looked remarkably like a grown up version of the babydolls that they were wearing last night. They were tied around their neck with a bow, and swooped down, covering their breasts, but leaving their stomachs and panties exposed. The dresses swept back behind them, forming a train. The panties were white silk, tied in bows at the side. Their legs were bare, they were barefoot, and they were still wearing the white cuffs on their wrists and ankles.
"Walk for me," I told them. They walked around the room, gracefully swaying their hips, and I enjoyed seeing their unfettered breasts moving under their tops, peeking in and out of their dresses. I walked up and kissed each of them. "You are both so lovely it hurts," I told them. The waiters that we had hired clearly thought so as well, as they could hardly take their eyes off of the women any time they passed.
The doorbell rang, and Chrissy went to answer it. Bob and Lisa were the first guests, and when Lisa saw the girls she ran over to give them each a big hug.
"You look so beautiful!" she exclaimed.
"Wow," was Bob's response. He turned to Lisa and asked, "Are you going to borrow Jamie's wedding dress for when we get married?"
"In your dreams, Bob, in your dreams!" was her laughing reply.
"Oh my god!" shrieked Becky, pointing at Lisa's hand.
"You guys must have inspired him," Lisa said, blushing and holding out her hand to show her newly acquired engagement ring. All the women rushed around Lisa, looking at the ring and congratulating the two of them.
"We came a little early so that we could tell you, but I'm not going to tell anyone else today; this is your day," Lisa told us.
"Don't be silly," Becky said. "You can tell people. Believe me; I don't have any fears that people are going to be thinking of you during this ceremony. I mean, come on. Look at us!"
The doorbell rang, and Chrissy escorted Jamie's and Becky's parents into the room. The girls ran over to hug their respective parents.
"You both look beautiful," Amy gushed. I suspected that would be a common refrain during the day. As they were greeting their parents, more people arrived. Soon we had a respectable little party going. The waiters were moving around handing out hors d'oeuvres. Everyone was circulating, talking to families and friends.
I approached Nelly and Ronnie and gave them each a quick greeting kiss. "How are the two of you doing?" I asked.
"Wonderful, and it looks like you are doing the same," Ronnie replied. "This is so lovely. Becky and Jamie are so lucky to get this kind of wedding. Most people in this situation wouldn't get something like this."
"I want to make them happy," I replied.
"I can tell," Ronnie said. "You know, I often wonder what would have happened had I accepted your initial proposal."
"Hey, you might not have ended up with me!" Nelly exclaimed, grabbing Ronnie by the collar that she wore and pulling her close. "Don't I make you happy?"
"You do, Nelly, but a girl can wonder how she would have been treated by someone who would do all this for his slaves," she replied.
"Well maybe I'll lend you to him for a weekend," Nelly replied. "I'll bet its not all flowers and music, and you'll come home quite well used." She gave Ronnie a light kiss on the lips. "But you will come home." Ronnie blushed and dropped her eyes, nodding her head.
I saw that Mark and Joan from Becky's work had come in together, so I walked over to see how things were going with them. Joan hugged me as I approached, and I said, "Nice to see you walk in with someone."
Joan replied, "I thought that girls were bad, but you really are a meddler, aren't you?"
"Moi?" I asked, innocently.
"Yes, you!" Mark said. "That was a piece of work setting us up like that. I can't believe you had Chrissy do that just so that we would have something to talk about."
"You give me far more credit than I deserve," I complained. "The whole Chrissy thing was planned in advance, and nothing to do with the two of you. When I saw the two of you alone and I realized that you had both enjoyed Chrissy, I just took advantage of the situation. Was I correct that you would enjoy each other's company?"
They took a knowing look at each other and Joan replied, "Oh, yeah. We are definitely enjoying each other's company. We are enjoying it a couple of times a day."
"Joan, you slut!" I joked.
"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about," Mark said. "I'm the only one that can call her a slut!"
Joan turned to Mark and demanded, "I'm your girlfriend?"
Mark looked slightly abashed when he said, "Well, aren't you?"
Joan wrapped her arms around Mark and gave him a big kiss. "I am now!" she said after she came up for air. Mark smiled happily.
I leaned in to Joan and whispered, "There are a few free bedrooms upstairs." She got a feral look in her eyes and dragged Mark toward the staircase.
I moved around some more, until Claire pulled me aside. She kissed my cheek and said, "This is nicer than I expected."
"Tell me if you still think so when we are all done," I said.
"I know that it's going to be hard for me to watch, but Becky seems happy and given your relationship, I should be happy that she is getting anything," Claire said. She took a drink and nervously said, "You know, I don't know if I should be thanking you, or hitting you."
She was blushing, so I said, "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about."
"You told my husband something," she replied.
"About what?" I asked.
"You know very well!" she said. "You told him to treat me like you treat Becky, didn't you?"
"He told you that?" I asked innocently.
"No, but between his actions, and the fact that Becky encouraged them, I know that you are behind it," she said.
I took a step closer to her and lowered my voice. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"That's beside the point!" she protested.
"No, that is exactly the point," I said. "If I said something to your husband to make your life better, then you should thank me, not hit me. I may have said something, because I thought it might make all of you a little happier. I don't expect that you and Jake will move into a relationship like Becky and I have, but a little fantasy goes a long way."
"Well, I didn't mind playing with him, though I suspect he treated me differently than you treat Becky," she said.
"No two situations are the same," I responded. "I treat Becky different than I treat Jamie than I treat Chrissy. Everyone is different, and the important thing is that both parties are happy with the relationship."
Claire took a big gulp of her drink, lowered her eyes and with a very red face asked, "How would you treat me?"
"Why, mother!" I said in a slightly reproving tone.
"Sorry," she whispered, and started walking away. I grabbed her elbow to stop her and turned her to face me.
"Claire, I am not sure how I would treat you," I told her. "How you treat a partner is not something that you plan. You experiment and you play, feeling out boundaries and limits. You pay attention to what turns your partner on, and to what you find enjoyable. Then you move in directions that make you excited, and move away from those that make you truly uncomfortable."
I looked her up and down and said, "In your case, I think you might be more like the new Becky than you care to admit. Sometimes, it is important that you tell your partner your fantasies; sometimes they can come true. Jamie had a fantasy of being taken by force by a stranger. She told it to me, saying that it wasn't something that she ever really wanted to happen. But when I took her, pretending to be a stranger, she loved that her fantasy was coming true.
"If you enjoy what your husband is doing to you, let him know. You don't have to say, 'Oh, Jake, I love it when you take me in my ass, ' but you can moan in pleasure when he does it. You can kiss him the next day and thank him for a wonderful night. You can tell him, 'Is there anything that I can do to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night?' And if you want to tell him your fantasies, start by making him part of them, and make it something that he would get pleasure from as well. Tell him, 'I'd love to see your cock going in and out of Amy while I feel Jim pounding into me.'"
By this point, Claire was blushing so red that I thought she would catch on fire. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you asked me what I would do."
She said, "That's OK. Thank you for telling me what you thought." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and quickly walked away. She walked over to Jake and grabbed his arm and held him close. Jake was talking to Mike, and he wrapped his arm possessively around Claire's shoulder and pulled her in close to him. I hadn't intended to talk to Claire quite like that, and I realized that the conversation had significantly changed the relationship that I would be having with my mother-in-law. Oh, well. Que sera, sera.
I walked over to get a drink and I saw Peg, our old neighbor. "Hi, Peg," I said. "How are you?"
"Fine," she said. "Thank you for inviting me."
"You're welcome," I replied. "To be honest, I was a little surprised that Becky wanted to invite you. I don't mean anything bad by that, but I didn't think she knew you that well."
"Well, we weren't best friends, but we had some nice conversations, especially towards the end. Truthfully, I was surprised as well, especially when she told me all about you and what this day would be like. But I'm glad that I could be here."
After our conversation, I walked over to grab a snack. I was checking with Chrissy on how things were going when Becky came up to me. I slipped my hand over her stomach and under her dress to wrap my hand around her back. I kissed her and she responded with heat. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "I feel like... like... like a bride on her wedding day!" she said with a smile.
"Then my evil plan has worked," I cackled.
She smiled and asked, "What did you say to my mother?"
"Why?" I asked.
"I just talked to her, and when I mentioned you she blushed," Becky responded. "She could not talk about you at all without getting flustered. What did you do to her?"
"She asked me a question," I told Becky, "and I don't think that she was ready for the answer."
"Are you trying to seduce my mother?" she asked.
"And what, my little slave-to-be, would you do if I said yes?" I asked her seriously.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. She said, "I would ask, sir, how a humble slave girl could help her master seduce her mother?"
"Would you really?" I asked, amazed.
"Of course, sir," she said. "Don't you know that I would do absolutely anything for you?" This woman never ceased to amaze me. I looked at her and in my mind I superimposed an image of my Becky of two months ago. They looked physically the same, but they were two entirely different people. I still could not believe it.
"I love you, Becky, but you do not have to help me seduce your mother," I said. "I just gave her some hints at improving her relationship with your father, though honestly, I think I could have her if I wanted her."
"But don't you want her?" Becky asked, looking over at her mother. Her mother saw us looking at her, and turned away, blushing again. "She's still very good looking."
"She is, and the thought of having her and you makes me quite hard," I told her. "But I won't damage your parents' relationship."
"What if my father was OK with it?" she asked.
"No meddling!" I warned her. Man, oh man, I sometimes did not understand this woman.
I was mingling some more when I saw Rachel across the floor. She had her husband with her, and they were talking to Joan and Mark. Rachel saw me looking at her and excused herself to the others to come over and talk to me.
"Congratulations," she said.
"Thanks," I replied. "I see you brought your husband. Did you explain to him what would be happening?"
"I told him everything," she replied. "I told him what goes on Tuesday nights, and I told him about us."
"Us?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, us," she replied. "I told him how you made me do things. At first he was a little upset, and then he realized how he benefited, both intentionally and unintentionally from everything that you did. Now he just wants to thank you."
"Well, if you are both happy, than I'm glad," I said.
"Me too," she replied. "I didn't like keeping secrets from him, even if they were mostly harmless." She paused for a minute and then asked, "Do you know what he said after I told him?"
"What?" I inquired.
"He said if listening to you made me behave the way that I have been towards him, I should do whatever you told me to," she said, gazing me right in the eye with a challenging look.
"Very well," I said wickedly. "Are you wearing panties?" She nodded. "I want you do go take them off. Then I want you to go back to your husband, excuse yourselves, and then take him to the master bedroom. When you are there, I want you to get on the bed on your hands and knees, flip up your dress and beg him to fuck you. I want you to feel his cum leaking out of you as you watch what I do with Becky and Jamie. After the ceremony I want you to take him to a bathroom, drop to your knees, and give him a blowjob. When he comes in your mouth, I want you to show him his cum in his woman's mouth, and then swallow it. Finally, when you get home tonight, as soon as you walk through the door I want you to slowly strip off your clothes, drop to your knees and then I want you to beg your husband to fuck you in your hot, tight ass. Are you going to do what I told you?"
She was breathing at an increased rate, and she nodded.
"Good girl," I said. "Now go get rid of your panties."
As she walked away she said, "If I don't get to talk to you again, I'll speak to you a week from Monday. I hope you have something interesting planned for me."
I smiled as she walked away. Before I knew it, it was time for the actual ceremony to begin. For someone as in charge as I supposedly was, I was amazingly nervous, but I tried not to show it.
We had converted the study into a small wedding chapel, and the guests all gathered there. I looked out over the room as everyone got settled. The musicians had moved into the room and were setting up on the side. It was actually a little bit difficult to find musicians and caterers who didn't mind working at an event like this one. In the front of the room, facing the seats, we had placed a wall of large mirrors. When Jamie and Becky knelt in front of me to become my slaves, everyone would be able to see their offer, and they would be able to see their friends and families.
In the front row were Amy and Claire. Jim and Jake were in the other room. All four were waiting while their daughters got ready. Elsewhere in the room I saw all of our close friends, Mike, Bob and Lisa, Joan, my friend Jack. I saw Joan and Rachel from Becky's work and Rachel's husband; he was looking very happy. Joan was standing very close to Mark. I saw Nelly and Ronnie and Peg, and there were about a half dozen other people that one of the three of us knew well enough to invite.
All around us were the people that we cared most for, and it delighted me that the most important people in our lives were present as we moved on to the next stage in our lives. I stood at the front of the room and got everyone's attention.
"Excuse me," I said. When everyone had settled down I continued, "I would like to thank all of you for coming. I know that for all of you, this is unexpected, and some of you even feel uncomfortable. What we are doing does not make sense to many of you, and certainly would not be the right thing for most people. However it works for us, and we are extremely happy. You, our best friends and our families, have all come to show support and love for Becky and Jamie and me, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I looked at Chrissy by the door to the room and I nodded. She signaled to the string quartet, and they began playing. She ducked out for a moment, and then she returned, and began walking down the large aisle we had set up in the middle of the room.
The bridesmaid's dress that Michelle had designed had certainly caused a stir. When our friends had seen Jill they had teased her about how she had initially been dead set against this relationship and now not only was she a maid of honor, but she had allowed us to dress her in a revealing dress. She had replied, "You think it is revealing? Hah!" and turned away quickly. In doing so, of course, the dress flared up, exposing her ass. She had gone across the room and picked up a dropped piece of food off of the floor, bending over at her waist, of course. Our friends stood with open mouths as Jill exposed her ass and pussy to them.
Chrissy looked beautiful, of course, in her red dress. She had insisted, and Becky had allowed, that her dress be slightly different from the other bridesmaids. In addition to the dress, she also had a wide strip of green cloth around her neck, symbolizing that she belonged to Becky.
When Chrissy was about a third of the way down, Jill and Cindy entered the room side by side. Jill was in green and Cindy in blue. When they reached the end of the aisle, Chrissy gave each of them a pillow, upholstered in the same fabric and color as their dresses. Each placed her pillow in front of me, Jill's on my right and Cindy's on my left, and then stood next to the pillow.
The music changed, and my beautiful women walked in to the room. Each was smiling, holding on to her father's arm. They were standing straight and proud, smiling happily at me as they walked towards me. I tried to maintain a serious demeanor, but I had a grin on my face that I could not wipe off. When they reached the front of the room, each woman turned and kissed her father, and Jake and Jim went to sit next to their wives.
Becky and Jamie stood in front of me, and all I could do for a moment is drink in the sight. Then I nodded to them and they dropped to their knees on their pillows. Cindy and Jill stepped behind them to straighten out their trains. We had not told each other what we had prepared for vows, so I was curious as to what they would say. They looked at each other and took each other's hands. Then Becky looked up at me and began.
"Sir, over a month ago I offered myself to you as your slave. You refused. You told me that you would only take me for a slave if I could prove that I could be a good slave to you. I thought that you had refused me to protect yourself. Over the last month, you have proven that my belief was incorrect. Over and over again you insisted that I consider whether this was the life that I really wanted."
Jamie took over, saying, "When I first learned of what you were doing with Becky, I was horrified and I attempted to stop her from degrading herself. She refused to be stopped, and so I insisted I spend more time with her so that I could prevent her from being abused. Instead of abuse I saw love, and surprisingly, respect. Rather than feeling appalled, I felt jealous. And then the most wonderful thing happened. My best friend told me, 'Don't be jealous. If you like what you see, join us.' And you allowed it. You encouraged it. You showed me that you loved me too."
Becky continued, "We have waited the month that you required. You told us that we needed to take this time so that we knew what our hearts wanted. We have taken the time and we have examined our hearts. Sir, I love you."
"And I love you as well," Jamie said.
"We pledge you our love," Becky said.
"We pledge you our souls," Jamie said.
"We pledge you our bodies," Becky said.
"Someone once said that we had given up ourselves for you, and you punished that person for her remarks," Jamie said. "You told her that we had given up freedom, given up control, but that we had not given up an iota of ourselves."
In unison they said, "Sir, we offer you our bodies, our hearts and our souls. We promise to love you, to obey you, to care for you, to cherish you and to serve you for as long as we live. Please accept us as your slaves for as long as you will have us." Then they bowed their heads and looked at the ground in front of my feet.
I looked down at them and thought, 'How lucky could I be?' I turned to Jill and Cindy and said, "Jill, you have been Becky's constant companion for the last day. Cindy, you have been Jamie's. Did either of them show any sign of hesitation, and uncertainty that this is that path that they wish to take? Did either display any hesitancy about becoming my slave?"
Cindy said, "No, she did not."
Jill said, "No, on the contrary, she showed extreme eagerness." Cindy nodded in agreement.
I reached down and put a finger under each of my women's chin, picking up her head so that I could look her in the eye. I looked at Becky first. "My Tiger, I have been with you for a long time, but I thought that though I loved you, we could not continue to be together. But your love was so strong that you were willing to do whatever it took to make our relationship work, and that has made me love you even more."
I turned to Jamie and said, "And you, dear Princess, were unexpected. You were a gift that I first thought I would like, but quickly realized that I loved and will cherish the rest of my life. You say that you were jealous, but there is not a jealous bone in your body. You are the piece that makes us complete.
"Becky, Jamie, you offered yourselves to me, and once I turned you down. I wanted to ensure that you could be, wanted to be, desired to be my slaves. I will be honest that though I wanted, I prayed, I longed for you to be my slaves, I did not believe that you would be. I could not allow myself to believe, because to have the two of you would be so wonderful that if I had allowed myself hope, and it had not worked out, I would have been crushed.
"But I should have known better, because neither of you seems capable of disappointing me any longer. You have proven yourselves to be the most loving, most obedient, most beautiful slaves a person could ever hope for. So Becky, Jamie, I accept you as my slaves. I promise to love you, cherish you and protect you for as long as we live.
"When I marked you earlier in the week, you told me that you considered yourselves mine. Perhaps that was the case, but now, before all our friends and family, I declare that you are mine. Will you agree to wear my mark so that everyone will know that you are mine?"
"Of course, Master," they replied in unison.
I nodded to Jill and Cindy, and they moved forward and untied the dresses from around my slave's necks and pulled them away to the side. My beautiful slaves knelt before me wearing only panties and cuffs. Chrissy stepped forward carrying a pillow. On the pillow were two collars. They were designed similarly to the girls dress collars. One collar was circled in green emeralds, and the other was surrounded by blue sapphires. At the front of each collar was a fairly large diamond. Descending from each collar was a Y-shaped chain of diamonds, ending in a loop.
I picked up the emerald collar, locked it around Becky's neck and told her, "Becky, with this collar I bind you to me." I locked the sapphire collar around Jamie's neck and told her, "Jamie, with this collar I bind you to me."
I nodded to John and Mary, who had returned for the ceremony and they stepped forward, carrying little stools. They sat before Becky and Jamie as Chrissy brought each of them a tray with their tools. Chrissy then got another pillow with two rings and stood between my slaves. In just a few moments the experts had efficiently pierced and ringed my slaves. They stood and took their implements away, and everyone could see Becky with a ring through her left nipple, and Jamie with a ring through her right. Each ring was crowned with a diamond.
I looked at their happy faces and said, "Becky, Jamie, with these rings I wed you to me."
Jill and Cindy stepped forward and untied the ties holding on my slave's underwear. When the panties were removed, it revealed the tattoo the girls had received last night. Becky and Jamie looked into the mirror and saw the marks they would be wearing forever, and smiled at me in approval. I said, "With these marks, I declare you mine."
They each had an identical mark; Becky's was on the left side of her mound, Jamie's on the right. The mark was of two kneeling slave girls, leashed to an X.
I pulled Jamie up so that she was standing in front of me. I took her leash and I whispered, "I love you, my slave," before I kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around me and said, "I love you too, Master." She looked at Chrissy, who retrieved something for her. She took it and held it out to me. "Master, you have given me marks to show your love. I give you this token to show you my love." She took my left hand and slipped a ring on my ring finger. The ring was topped with a sapphire and on each side of the stone was etched a kneeling slave girl. That Chrissy had been one busy slave, helping out both of us. Chrissy had moved Jamie's pillow to my side, and I had Jamie kneel down facing the crowd.
I then pulled Becky up, and while holding her leash I kissed her as well, first whispering to her, "I love you, my slave."
She held me and whispered, "Thank you for making me yours, Master, and thank you for giving me Jamie." Then she said aloud, "Master, you have given me marks to show your love. I give you this token to show you my love." She took my right hand and slipped a ring on my ring finger. The ring was the same as Jamie's, except it was topped with an emerald. Then she knelt down facing the crowd.
I had been concentrating so much on my women that I had not paid attention to our friends and family, so I now looked over the crowd. Their expressions ranged from bemusement to happiness to awe. Claire was teary and looked like she had cried during the ceremony. Curiously, Jake was regarding Claire with a thoughtful expression on his face. Amy looked happy, as did most of our friends. All in all, I was satisfied that no one was disgusted and all would go away with some fascinating memories of the day.
"My slaves and I would like to thank you for attending today," I addressed the spectators. "I know that I speak for them as well as myself when I say that this day would not have been nearly as meaningful for us had we done it by ourselves. Your presence here has affirmed this ceremony as one based on love, and we thank you for that. We have a more private ceremony to perform, but please enjoy some dessert before you leave."
I stood the girls up, and whispered, "Go thank your family and friends, and then we will finish the ceremony in our bedroom."
"Yes, sir!" they responded, and went over to their parents. As we left the front of the room, someone started clapping, and soon everyone was. The girls hugged and kissed their parents. Their dads did not look entirely comfortable hugging their naked daughters, but they did it nonetheless. As I walked around thanking people personally, I saw that a lot of people were enjoying seeing the girls like this, though only a few were completely comfortable with it.
I allowed the thanks to go on for about five minutes before I nodded to Jill and Cindy, who retrieved my slaves and led them upstairs. I followed, and when I arrived in the bedroom I saw that they were already in position. Cindy was sitting at the headboard to my left, and Jill was sitting next to her on my right. In front of Cindy, Jamie was stretched out, her hands over her head, cuffed together, and held by her sister. Becky was in front of Jill and similarly restrained.
"Are the two of you ready to complete our ceremony?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir! Please take me!" Becky begged. Jamie nodded. I removed my tuxedo and crawled between Becky's legs. I glanced up, and was amused to see that the positions that Jill and Cindy were in exposed their bare pussies. They saw where I was looking, and Cindy spread her legs a little more.
I knelt between Becky's legs and ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit. She hissed as I drank her copious juices. I licked all around and nibbled on her clit, before drilling my tongue into her asshole. I traced her new tattoo with my finger as I licked lightly at her lips. I moved up her body, holding her nipple ring between my fingers. "Do you like the wedding ring that I got you?"
"I love everything that you did," she replied. "I love my ring, I love my collar, and I love my tattoo! Thank you so much, sir!"
I moved up and kissed her mouth, and Chrissy positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt. "Are you ready to give up your cunt to me? Are you offering your cunt as mine?"
"Oh, yes sir! I am your cunt!" Becky cried. I sank my cock into her wet cunt and within about ten strokes she was cumming. She screamed, "Fuck your cunt, fuck your cunt!" as she came. I stopped moving in her and she started coming down from her orgasm. I slowly pulled out, and she whimpered when I removed myself completely. Chrissy took my cock into her mouth and cleaned off all of Becky's juices.
I then moved in between Jamie's legs and looked up at her. She smiled down at me in anticipation. I ran my tongue up her pussy, and if anything, she was wetter and hotter than Becky. Of course, she had just seen her sister slave cum on my cock, and she was anticipating the same for herself.
"What do you think of your mark?" I asked.
"I love it, sir," she said. "I know that you knew Becky first and that you began loving me later, but this mark makes me realize that you love me the same as you do Becky; that we are all in this relationship together. Thank you so much for that, sir."
I continued kissing up Jamie's body, and I took her ring in my mouth. She hissed as I pulled on her sensitive nipple. I moved up and kissed her lips, and after Chrissy positioned my cock, I asked, "Are you ready to give up your cunt to me? Are you offering your cunt as mine?"
"Yes, sir!" Jamie responded. "Everything about me is yours to take." I slowly buried my cock in her fiery hole, and Jamie was cumming before I finished my first stroke. I kept stroking into her, and within minutes she was cumming again.
I didn't give her a chance to come down from her second orgasm before I pulled out and repositioned my cock at her asshole. "Are you ready to give up your ass to me? Are you offering your ass as mine?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Jamie responded. "It is your ass to do with as you please."
I pushed in, burying myself in one stroke. She was so tight that I didn't know how I was going to make her cum again, and then do Becky's ass, before I came. I played with her left nipple and lightly ran my fingers around her right nipple and ring. I slipped my hand down between us, touched her clit and asked, "Would you like a ring here as well?"
She moaned, "It's yours, do whatever you'd like," as she was cumming. I had to stop moving as her contractions locked my cock in place, and my whole crotch, as wet as it already was, was soaked further by her spurting pussy.
She collapsed limply to the bed. I extracted my cock, and Chrissy was there to clean it off. I had to warn her to be careful, because it was not her mouth that I wanted to cum in. I moved back to Becky and spread her legs widely. I asked, "Are you ready to give up your ass to me? Are you offering your ass as mine?"
"Oh, yes sir!" Becky replied. "My ass, my body, my heart and my soul are all yours." I slammed my cock up her ass while I slammed my tongue into her mouth. Luckily, Becky was primed from seeing me take Jamie, so she came within minutes.
When I was finished with Becky's ass, I told Cindy and Jill to help my slaves onto the floor. Chrissy had brought the wedding pillows, which my lovely slaves knelt on. I asked, "Becky, Jamie, "Are you ready to give up your mouth to me? Are you offering your mouth as mine?"
"Yes, sir, we are," they said together.
I stepped forward and Becky grabbed my cock and directed it into Jamie's mouth. Jamie lovingly cleaned my cock off before pushing it to Becky. They passed it back and forth, each trying something different each time they had possession of it. Jamie painted my cock like a barber pole with her tongue, Becky licked from my ass, over my balls to the tip of my cock, Jamie sucked just the crown, Becky put the tip into her throat.
I tried to make it last as long as I could, but very quickly I was over the edge. I gestured to Chrissy and she came over and removed my cock from Jamie's mouth. She stood next to me and jerked me. I started cumming, and the cum painted Becky's face, then Jamie's. Both girls had their mouths open, and each got to taste some of my cum.
Chrissy kept her hand moving on my cock until I was all done, then she ran her finger along the tip to scoop up the last drop. She looked questioningly at me, and I nodded, so she popped her finger into her mouth and had a taste as well.
I dropped to my knees in front of my slaves. I kissed Becky and said, "You are mine now. I own you, and I will take care of you for as long as you agree to be mine." Then I turned to Jamie and said, "You are mine now. I own you, and I will take care of you for as long as you agree to be mine." I then addressed both of them. "In addition to being my slaves, you are now also sisters. I expect you to love each other and care for each other. Do you have anything to say to your sister slave?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, then turned to Jamie. "I have loved you as a friend for almost our entire lives. Knowing that I will be sharing the rest of my life with you, not just as a friend, but as a lover and as a sister, makes me happier than you can imagine. Initially, I wanted my Master to have you because I felt that he deserved a woman like you, and you deserved a man like him. I wasn't concentrating on the fact that I would have you with me always as well, but I cannot think of a better way to spend my life than with the two of you." She grabbed Jamie and gave her a kiss.
"Oh, Becky!" Jamie responded. "I have loved you forever as well. I thought that you were crazy offering to share your man and your life with me, but it was the most generous thing that anyone has ever done for me. Our Master could have made you happy, and I would have been one of the people viewing you from the spectator seats, but instead you offered me a part of your life, you offered to share your lives, and I have never been happier in my entire life. You'd better not even think about changing your minds, because you are never going to be rid of me!"
As they kissed again, I looked over at the bed where Cindy and Jill were, and I saw that Jill's eyes were tearing. After a minute I broke up the girls' kiss and told Cindy and Jill, "Please get them back into position on the bed."
Cindy and Jill were back at the headboard holding their bride's hands as I knelt between my slaves. "There are a few more things to take care of before we are done," I told them. "This was a very non-traditional way to get married, and your lovely maids of honor have gone above and beyond the lines of duty. They took complete care of you, made sure things went smoothly for you, and then had to sit and watch you have a number of incredible releases. I think that they deserve a reward."
Jamie looked at me blankly, but Becky knew what to do. She flipped over, and with her bound hands pulled Jill's ass down. Before Jill had time to react, Becky's tongue was buried up her twat. Cindy had only a little more time to react. Jamie might have been slower to understand but when she saw what Becky was doing, she did not hesitate. She quickly turned over and positioned herself in front of her sister's cunt. She looked up at Cindy who moaned, "Oh, yes sis, please!"
For the next few minutes I watched Cindy and Jill hold on tight as Jamie and Becky rewarded them for a job well done. Cindy came first, and Jamie started to pull away. I slapped her ass and said, "I didn't tell you to stop." She happily dove back in, bringing her fingers into play as well. The girls cycled through orgasms as my slaves did not let up on them.
Finally Jill was begging, "Please, no more, no more, I can't take any more!" I relented and had Becky stop. Cindy, on the other hand, looked like she could take what Jamie was giving all night, however I had Jamie finish up as well.
Cindy pulled Jamie up and gave her a loving kiss. "Thanks, sis," Cindy said. "That was wonderful, and too long coming."
I let them recover a little before I said, "I want to thank you as well..."
Jill interrupted, saying, "No, no more right now!"
I cracked up laughing; I guess Becky had done a very thorough job. "My thanks are less physical. You were wonderful, but you cannot come on our honeymoon, so here are your bridesmaids' gifts from me." I gave them each tickets for a week's vacation in the Caribbean for them and a guest.
"Are you sure we can't come on the honeymoon?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, I'm sure," I told her. The two of them thanked me for the gift, and I thanked them for their excellent participation.
Jill got up and slipped her dress back on, but Cindy said, "That dress was for the wedding, I'm going to borrow something from my sister." She walked into the closet, and a few minutes later she came out wearing a purple dress. She kissed her sister goodbye, then came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then winked at me as she walked out of the room following Jill.
I unclipped the girls' hands and said, "There is one more thing to do."
I handed Becky a box, and she opened it and looked inside. "Oh, thank you sir. It's perfect," she said.
"Don't thank me," I replied, smiling. "The money for it came out of your account."
Becky got up and went over to Chrissy. She pulled Chrissy to the bed and pushed her down on her back. Becky straddled Chrissy's waist and said, "Chrissy, you were amazing today. You made everything run smoothly, and as much as I love my Master, I recognize your touch in virtually every aspect of the day. You were wonderful, and you made the day wonderful for me, Jamie and our Master. You are a perfect slave.
"I know that you told me you felt a ceremony was not necessary, that I had already made you mine, but my Master has provided me the perfect gift; he gave me the means to show you that you are mine." Becky reached into the box and pulled out another collar. This one was similar to the others. However the stones around the collar were rubies, and rather than a diamond in the center and a diamond leash, Chrissy's collar had an emerald in the center and an emerald leash. She put the collar around Chrissy's neck, and before she locked it into place she said, "With this collar, I claim you as mine. I love you Chrissy, and you make me very happy."
Tears were streaming down Chrissy's face as Becky kissed her. I allowed them to kiss for a while before I said, "All in all, a very satisfying day all around, I believe." All the girls agreed.
"The only thing is," I said, "having three beautiful collared slave girls naked on the bed in front of me has done this." I pointed down at my hardened cock, and Becky screamed, "Goody!" She was reaching for me as I jumped into the middle of them, and we spent the entire night trying to make each other cum as much as we could. I thanked Chrissy in a more physical way, and when my cock finally gave out, I continued working with my mouth and my fingers. I was glad that our flight was not until Monday morning, because we were exhausted by the time the night was over.
Monday morning we were at the airport ready to go. As I sat in the plane, surrounded by beautiful slaves, I reflected on how my life had changed because I had taken my stand. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that for the foreseeable future, happiness, along with three perfect women, would at last be mine.
That's it. This began as a short story, and something happened along the way. The characters came to life for me, and they just kept telling me their thoughts and feelings. I don't know how other authors work, but I didn't create this story. I just sat in front of my keyboard, and the characters wrote the story on their own, through me. It was a weird process, but it was fun. So rather than a short stroke story, it turns out that I've written a 400+ page book. And this from a person whose last writing attempt was a dozen years ago in English 101, and who needed his girlfriend to help write the story so that he could pass. Go figure.
Many people have given me comments, and some have said, 'I can't remember the Master's name.' There is a good reason for that; I never gave him one. I like to think that he is me, though you may put yourself in his shoes if you choose. This was an intensely personal story. It is about me, and it is true, at least through the first seven paragraphs of the first chapter. Sadly, I have not taken the step that the protagonist has, and life not being a story, I'm sure it would not turn out as the story has. Oh well, maybe one day I will have the courage to go find my Becky.
So now you've read the entire story. I assume that you must have enjoyed it to some extent, or you would have given up long ago. This is the time where you tell me what you thought. If you liked it, what did you like? What could I do better? Remember, this is my first story, but the comments that I've received to date have stroked my ego enough that I am going to write more, so help me out and tell me how I can be a better writer. You can contact me at MWTB at the domain creativeentropy.com.
Most importantly, I must thank my editor, Peter Z. I started this story without an editor, and you can tell. Since Peter has started editing, the chapters are far more readable. Looking back, the difference is remarkable. The suggestions that he has made have not only improved the quality that you see, but the quality of my writing as well. I've gone back and corrected some of the most egregious problems with the early chapters, but you can still tell the difference between those and the ones that Peter's hands were in. I strongly recommend that everyone writing stories get an editor. It is often difficult to hold off posting something you are proud of right away, but it is worth the discipline. However, don't everyone try to get Peter; I need him for my next stories :-)
Finally, I've had numerous requests for book 2. Don't count on a straight continuation, or another book quite like this one. However, I've grown to love these people, so you will most likely see some side and back stories posted. In particular, I know I have not given enough stage time to the whole Chrissy/Becky relationship. There is a good story in that. And who knows what will happen with Claire and Jake, Cindy and Jamie, etc. I have often thought that authors who use the same universe for multiple stories are falling into a rut, but now I can see why they do it. You have these people that you really like, and you want to know what happens to them.
Thanks to all of you who encouraged me with your comments; it's your fault that I have three more stories in the works.
MWTB
The End