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Tired of Being a Nice Guy: 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.


*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.



*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.



*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.



*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.

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