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Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 31

*Monday - Day 31*

I woke up in the middle of the night having to go to the bathroom. I
somehow extracted myself from the tangle of arms, legs and heads and
went about my business. When I got back to bed, everyone had shifted
around, but I managed to find a spot to curl up behind Chrissy. I
reached around her to cup one of her breasts, and I fell back asleep.

For some reason I woke up as Becky was slipping into the bathroom in
the morning. I was still spooned behind Chrissy, my cock hard and
pressing into her ass. I enjoyed the feel, so I started moving my cock
up and down the crack of her ass. Still asleep, she began pushing back
against me. I was slowly manipulating her nipple as well, and I heard
her moan in her sleep. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered,
"Wake up, little slave girl."

"Mmmmm, yes sir?" she asked, sleepily.

"You've gotten me all horny, and now I want to use your body," I said.

"Anytime, sir," she replied, and moved her ass and spread her legs so
that I could slip my cock into her pussy. I slowly rocked in and out
as I moved closer to an orgasm, but I kept myself from cumming too
soon. Chrissy did no such thing; however rather than having a huge
explosion, she seemed to be having many smaller contractions.

I continued moving slowly until Becky returned from her shower. When
she arrived back in the room, presumably to wake me up, she looked at
me and realized what I was doing. I caught her eye and started moving
faster, making Chrissy gasp as I poured my cum into her clenching
pussy.

"I don't get my morning treat?" Becky asked.

"You do," I said, "it just comes in a different container this
morning."

Becky crawled into bed and started licking at the spot where Chrissy
and I were joined. She slowly pulled my cock out of Chrissy and
cleaned it off lovingly with her tongue. Then she attempted to
retrieve everything that I had put into Chrissy. When she felt she had
gotten as much as she would get, she looked up at me and said, "Thank
you for the extra special treat this morning, sir."

"My pleasure," I said. "And Becky, don't wash your face."

She smiled up at me and said, "Yes, sir." Then she got up and went to
work. I snuggled up close to Chrissy and enjoyed her body for a few
minutes before I had to get up and go to work as well.

When I got down to the kitchen, Cindy was already up. I took the
opportunity to explain to her my plans for the evening, and I asked
her to make herself scarce for the evening. She asked, instead, if she
could participate. After I ensured that this was what she really
wanted, I agreed.

+++++

I was at work when I got the expected Monday morning call. Becky said,
"Good morning, sir. I would like permission to go out with my friends
tomorrow evening."

"Who will be going with you?" I asked.

"Jamie, Chrissy, Rachel, Joan and Jill," she replied.

"Jill, too?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "She asked if she could attend, and I
figured that since she had paid the admission fee last week, you would
allow her to attend."

"All right, you may go," I said. "Rachel did her task last night, so
just have Joan come over tonight about 8PM to discuss the issue from
last week. Oh, and Jill is not to shave her pussy."

"Why not, sir?" Becky asked.

"Because I like the way her blonde pussy looks. Do you have a problem
with that?" I asked.

"Of course not, sir," Becky said. "Whatever you want, you will get. Is
that it, though, sir?" Becky asked. "Nothing else for anyone to do?"

"Sorry to disappoint you," I told her. "You could always ask Rachel
about what she did last night."

"OK, sir," she replied, clearly disappointed. It made me laugh as I
hung up.

+++++

I took off early on Monday to prepare for Jamie. I went home and
Becky, Chrissy and Cindy were already there. I got them prepared and
waited for Jamie to come home.

+++++

When Jamie walked in the door, she saw Chrissy in the living
room. Chrissy was naked and hogtied, her wrists bound behind her back,
her ankles bound together, her wrists tied to her ankles and a piece
of duct tape covering her mouth. As it was Chrissy, Jamie didn't think
much of it. She waved at the bound girl as she stripped her clothes
off and proceeded into the study. That is where she started getting
concerned.

Lying on the floor was Becky, also nude and bound in the same way as
Chrissy. Cindy was also on the floor, her head on Becky's stomach,
similarly gagged and bound. Cindy was wearing a skirt and a shirt,
however. The shirt was ripped, exposing her bra, and her panties were
visible around one ankle.

Jamie started rushing towards them, crying, "Cindy! Becky!" She had
just gotten into the room when she was pulled up short by her
hair. Not expecting it, her legs kept going, pulling her onto her
back. She screamed as she was quickly flipped over onto her stomach
and a hood was pulled over her head. Her hands were pulled roughly
behind her and cuffed together. She started thrashing and kicking,
trying to get free.

She was pulled up and dragged over to the couch, where she was thrown
over the back. "Another toy to play with," I growled in her ear. She
tensed, then relaxed for a second. Then she started screaming and
thrashing even harder. She was pushed over so that her upper body was
resting along the back of the couch. Her stomach was balanced on the
top of the couch, and her feet were not touching the ground. I looped
two ropes that I had prepared earlier around her ankles so that her
legs were spread open and immobilized.

I reached under her and squeezed her nipples cruelly, and then without
further ado, I slammed my cock into her pussy. The first thing that I
noticed was that she was far from dry. She continued screaming as I
pounded her hard. While I was enjoying the feeling of her cunt
gripping my cock, I pulled her hair so that her head was pulled back
at what had to be an uncomfortable angle. Uncomfortable or not,
however, the slut came. I was raping her cunt as hard as I could and
she was getting off on it.

While I was fucking her, I looked over at Becky. She was in a position
to see what I was doing, and she was moving her hips as she watched
us. I had placed Cindy so that she could not see the couch, but
despite being tightly bound, she inched herself into position so that
she could see me violating her sister. Her eyes were very large as she
watched, and they got larger as I pulled a large knife out from behind
the cushion of the couch and ran it along Jamie's back.

Jamie felt the knife and suddenly stopped screaming. She tensed up as
I stopped fucking her, but when I dragged the point of the knife down
her back I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock again. Having
made my point, I dropped the knife, grabbed her hips and started
slamming into her again. In all I was fucking her for about ten
minutes. I had sweat dripping down my body and Jamie had cum at least
four times before I finally pulled her back by her hips and pumped my
cum into her pussy.

I rested for a few minutes, until I was able to move. Then I pulled
out and surveyed the room. I grabbed my camera and took a few shots of
Jamie lying there bound, cum dripping from her pussy. Then I went
around the front of the couch and took some pictures of Becky and
Cindy. Cindy started shaking her head and was probably trying to say
no, but all that came out were moans.

Though I had come, I was not done for the day. I went over to Becky
and yanked the tape off of her mouth. She screamed, and said, "Please,
no more. Don't touch me again!" She is such a good actress. I ignored
her and shoved my cock into her mouth. She kept saying no, her voice
clearly muffled by a cock. I let her clean off my cock, and then
continued fucking her mouth. Since she was completely hogtied, it was
a face fuck, not a blow job, and once again Cindy watched with a
shocked expression. I had warned Cindy what it would be like, so it
was her choice to be there.

I started getting hard again, so I went and retrieved the knife. I
leaned over and cut Cindy's panties off her leg. Becky started saying,
"No, please, she's just a teenager. Don't touch her again. You can
fuck me. I'll be good. You can do my ass if you want! I promise I'll
like it. Please mister, fuck me, not her!" On the couch, Jamie started
thrashing again.

I started fucking my cock into Becky's mouth again as I ran the
panties through her crotch. As you might imagine, Becky was
exceedingly wet, and I transferred as much of her juices as I could
onto the panties. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and Becky said,
"Don't you like the way I blow you? You don't have to touch her like
that! I can satisfy you. Leave her alone, please!"

I got up and walked over to where Jamie was thrashing and
screaming. "You make a lot of noise," I growled. "Maybe that cute
kid's panties will shut you up!" I reached under the hood and tried to
shove the pussy soaked panties into Jamie's mouth. I managed to get
most of them in, but she bit me!

"You bitch!" I exclaimed. "You bit me! You are going to be really
sorry now!" I went back around the couch and pushed the cheeks of her
ass open. "Let's see if you like it here!" I said, and I pushed my
cock into her asshole. I started rocking back and forth, but then I
pulled out, leaned over and bit her on her ass. "Do you like getting
bitten as much as you like biting?" I asked. I bit her again, and then
put my cock back into her ass. I leaned over and started biting her
all over her back. Each time I bit her I also slammed my cock into
her, and then I slowly moved in and out between bites. I put about
thirty marks on her back, and each time I bit her she groaned.

I pulled out and untied one of her legs. I swung it around to the
other side and retied it, and then did the same to her other leg, so
that she was now face up on the couch. I bit her on each thigh, and
then I moved up and bit lightly on her clit. Despite the ropes she
locked her whole body and juices spurted from her pussy. It was her
biggest cum today. But the bitch had bit me, so I didn't give her a
break. I bit her on her hips, which I knew was an erogenous zone for
her, and though she had been coming down from her orgasm, she went
right back into another one.

I moved forward and reinserted my cock into her ass. I moved my head
up her stomach, putting another ten or fifteen marks on her. Watching
and feeling her thrash around was getting to me, but I had one more
thing to do before I was done. I leaned over, put my mouth around her
left areola, and bit down hard, making a perfect impression of my
teeth all around her nipple. She screamed and started cumming again. I
quickly moved my mouth to her right nipple, and did the same
thing. Her orgasm reached even higher peaks and I thought that my dick
would snap off in her ass. Despite her tight grip, or perhaps because
of it, I pulled out and slammed all the way in, squeezing both of her
nipples hard as I poured what was left of my cum up her ass.

I collapsed on top of her, and as I recovered my breath I could feel
her continue to cum with little spasms all through her body. When I
had finally recovered enough to move, I pulled out of her and
retrieved my camera. She was lovely to look at; my territory was well
and truly marked. I took a number of pictures of her, and then I
untied her legs and flipped her over so I could photograph her back. I
particularly enjoyed the way that my cum was leaking out of both her
pussy and her asshole.

I went over to Becky, grabbed her hair and put my cock into her mouth
for her to clean off. When she was done I put the tape back over her
mouth. I kissed her mouth over the tape as I pinched one of her
nipples and drove a finger up her cunt. She arched and came
immediately. When she was done, I withdrew my finger and licked it
off. I could see the thanks in her eyes. I looked over at Cindy and
winked at her as I left the room.

I went into the living room with the knife, and cut the rope on
Chrissy's arms. I said, "Stay here for about another ten minutes, then
you can release yourself and go free the others." Then I kissed her
forehead and went upstairs. I took a quick shower and then I got into
the bed.

+++++

Later, Becky told me what happened next. After a very long time, (ten
minutes feels like forever when you are immobilized), Chrissy came in
saying, "Mistress, are you OK?" She removed the tape from Becky's
mouth and cut the rope around her wrists. Then she went over and did
the same for Cindy. Finally Becky got up and went over to
Jamie. Before she pulled the hood off, she looked at the marks all
over her body. Then she pulled the hood off and removed the ruined
panties from her mouth. Finally, she cut the cords around her legs and
uncuffed her hands.

For a long moment Jamie just lay there breathing. She finally rolled
over and looked at Cindy. "Are you OK?" Jamie asked her sister. Cindy
just nodded. Jamie got up and Cindy gasped when she saw Jamie's
body. Jamie went over and pulled Cindy's skirt up.

"What are you doing?" Cindy asked.

"Checking," Jamie told her, and she spread Cindy's legs so that she
could look between them. She was apparently satisfied with what she
saw, because she got up and hugged Cindy. Then she turned to Becky and
asked, "Where is my master?"

"In our bedroom," Becky replied.

"I need to see him alone," Jamie said as she walked out.

+++++

I was lying in bed when Jamie walked into the bedroom. She climbed
onto the bed and knelt down beside me. "Thank you, master," she said.

"You're welcome," I responded, "but I am not your master yet."

"Yes, sir, you are. Look at me," she said, gesturing down her
body. She was turning black and blue on the places that I bit her
lightly, and she had red welts where I had bitten harder. "You've
marked me as yours, sir. I am your slave."

This was completely unanticipated. I had bitten her in the passion of
the moment, to get back at her for biting me. To me it had been part
of the game. It was apparent, however, that it went far beyond a game
for her. I had to think for a long while to figure out how to deal
with it. Finally, it came to me.

"Jamie, you were planning to become my slave on Saturday, right?" I
asked.

"Of course, master," she said.

"But Becky was going to become my slave last week," I said. "She put
it off for you. She decided to wait so that you could become slaves
together. If these marks make you my slave now, when she is not, how
do you think that would make her feel?"

She thought for a moment, and then replied, "You are right, sir. It
would hurt her, and I love her and do not want to hurt her. Therefore,
I will wait until Saturday to acknowledge my slavery to you in
public. However I want you to know right now sir, that you have
already marked me as your own. Saturday will be a formality for
me. You are my master now."

I wasn't completely happy with this, but at least she would play along
until Saturday. I pulled her on top of me so that I could kiss
her. Then I rolled her off of me and I ran my fingers along her body,
touching each of the marks.

"I didn't realize I would be hurting you so much," I said.

"You did not hurt me, sir. You loved me," she said. I rolled her onto
her stomach and went over the marks on her back. I had really done a
job on her. Nonetheless, she wasn't complaining.

"Let's go downstairs and thank the others for their participation," I
said.

We went down to the kitchen where the others were preparing
dinner. Jamie went up to Becky and gave her a kiss and hug. "Thank you
for doing this for me," she said.

"It was absolutely my pleasure," Becky said. "He made sure of that!"

She went to Chrissy and also gave her a kiss and a hug. "I want you to
know that I appreciate your role as well. I'm sorry that you couldn't
be there to witness it."

"You're welcome, Mistress Jamie," she said, blushing.

"And how did you get involved in this Cindy?" she asked.

"He wanted me to leave while he raped you, but I asked to stay
instead," she explained. "He warned me what it would be like, but I
thought that I could handle it. And I wanted to see how he handled his
slaves."

"Well now you've seen," Jamie said. "Did he really touch you at all?"

"Would it make a difference?" I interrupted. "What would you do if I
told you that after I tied her up, I pulled down her panties and
fucked her hard? How would it make you feel knowing that I took your
helpless little sister, bound and gagged, and did with her what I
wanted?"

"Sir, I would talk to Cindy," Jamie replied. "If it was consensual, or
if she at least liked it, then I would thank you for taking such good
care of my sister. If it was not consensual, I am honestly not sure
what I would do. She is my sister, and I would want to protect her,
but I love you as well. All I can say is that I am very glad that I
know you would never do anything to anyone that they either didn't
consent to or that you felt that they really wanted."

"He barely touched me, Sis," Cindy told her. He tied me up, and then
he ripped my shirt and reached under my skirt, not sneaking a peek I
might add, and pulled my panties down. When he cut them off, he got
Becky's pussy all over them, not mine." She continued in a smaller
voice, "Though they would have been just as wet had it been mine."

"I thought that they tasted familiar," Jamie said.

"When did you know it was him?" Cindy asked.

"It was scary," Jamie said. "I walked in and I saw Chrissy all trussed
up, but I just thought that she and Becky were playing again. Then I
walked into the study and I saw the two of you, and I didn't know what
to think! If it were just Becky, I probably would have been thinking
that maybe it was more playing. But when I saw you there as well, I
knew that something was wrong."

"That's how I convinced him to let me stay," Cindy said with a
smirk. "I knew that it would make it more believable."

"I rushed in to see if you were both OK, when he pulled me down and
got me all tied up," Jamie continued. "He taunted me when he had me
over the couch, but I couldn't tell if it was really him! Before that
point, I was really scared, but after that I was confused; I certainly
wasn't turned on. When he talked to me, I still wasn't sure if it was
him or not, but I thought it might be. That's when I started getting
wet.

"Then he tied my legs up and he squeezed my tits. At that point, my
brain was still trying to figure it out, but my pussy was telling me
she didn't care; whoever it was knew exactly how to push my buttons,
and he was welcome to me. And man, did he ever take me! And when he
pulled me up, I'm sorry to say Cindy that the thought of my sister
watching me get it so good is what made me cum the first time.

"And then it felt like he put a knife on me. I didn't think he would
ever do that to me, so now I was even less sure who it was, but I
thought that even if it wasn't him, it might have been someone that he
sent. I remember that you didn't look too bad, and I know that if I
was a rapist I would have had all your clothes off in a second, not
leave you mostly dressed, so I was _pretty_ sure everything
would be OK. But that uncertainty made it almost better.

"Then Becky started talking, telling him to leave her alone. I
couldn't tell what was going on. And then she started telling him not
to touch you, and I started thinking maybe it _was_ for
real. You guys really know how to fuck with a person's mind.

"When he shoved the panties in my mouth, I thought they tasted like
Becky, but given that I'd never tasted Cindy, I couldn't be sure. I
don't know what I was thinking when I bit him; I was just caught up in
struggling. It wasn't even conscious." Jamie looked down at her body,
then over at me. "But I'm very glad I did.

"It was when he bit me that I knew it was him; or rather, after the
first few bites. A rapist might have tried to hurt me, but he wasn't
biting to hurt me; he was biting to punish me, to mark me, to show me
that he loves me. That was when I was sure that it was my Master
fucking me. And at that point, I didn't care if he had raped my
sister; I just wanted him to keep fucking me. And he did keep fucking
me, and he kept marking me. When he marked me here," she said, hefting
her breasts, "I came harder than I ever have in my life. Even after I
heard Chrissy come in to release us, I could not move."

Jamie came over to me, dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped
her arms around my waist. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much for
making my fantasy come true." I pulled her up so that I could kiss and
hug her.

"I'm actually a little jealous of her," Becky said. "You made her
fantasy come true, and you marked her so completely."

"She told me a deep, dark fantasy that she had, and I did what I could
to make it happen," I explained. "The marking was a happy accident. If
you want the same, just tell me your deepest, dirtiest fantasy. As for
being marked, I don't think you need to worry about that; you will be
sufficiently marked after Joan gets here."

"Who's Joan, and why is she coming over?" Cindy asked.

"Joan is the woman that Becky cheated on us with last week," Jamie
said. "She is coming over to be punished, along with Becky."

"Wow. How are you going to be punished?" Cindy asked Becky.

Becky looked at me, so I said, "Becky will be receiving fifty strokes
with a crop." All of the women in the room gasped. "Since Joan led you
into this," I continued, "she will be given the ability to mitigate
some of the punishment, but if she chooses not to, you will receive
all of your strokes."

After a moment of silence, Cindy asked in a quiet voice, "Can I
watch?"

"I will not have spectators watching Becky's pain," I said. "Jamie and
Chrissy will be there, but they will be stripped like Becky is, and
they know what it feels like. The only way that you could be there
would be if you were stripped as well, and if you had already felt the
crop on you. I'm sorry."

Cindy just nodded, and we continued eating dinner quietly.

+++++

At 8:00 the doorbell rang. I was sitting on the couch in the study
with Chrissy and Jamie sitting next to me. Becky was kneeling on the
floor in front of me, with the crop placed on the floor next
her. Cindy was upstairs in her room. I sent Chrissy to answer the
door. She quickly returned, leading Joan. As she walked in, Joan
looked around the room. She took in Becky kneeling on the floor, and
she took in the crop next to her, and then she noticed Jamie.

"Oh my god, Jamie! What happened to you?" she asked.

"My Master marked me," Jamie replied, her head held up and a proud
tone to her voice.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Joan asked.

"In a very good way," Jamie replied.

I gestured to Joan that she should sit in the chair opposite us. "Did
Becky explain why you are here?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "She told me that when she... um... licked me last
week, she was doing something wrong, and that if I wanted to keep
going out with her, I had to come over so we could be punished. I'm
not sure what you mean by that, and I don't think that I want to be
hurt in any way." As she said that, her eyes passed over Jamie's naked
body.

"Let me explain it more clearly," I said. "Last week you encouraged
Becky to cheat on us. I'm sure that you did not mean it like that, and
I know that Becky did not. Nevertheless, when Becky went down on you,
she did it without my prior permission. As a result, it was cheating
on me. You've been with me before, so you are probably wondering why I
consider it cheating.

"For each occasion in which I was with another person, Becky and Jamie
were fully aware of what I was doing. Similarly, when Becky has been
with someone else before, I knew about it in advance. When you
encouraged Becky to eat you, Becky knew that neither Jamie nor I knew
that she would be doing that. In part, I am to blame, because I put
you both in that position. Still, Becky is the one that took the
action, and she is the one that will be punished for her action.

"Her punishment this evening will be fifty strokes with that crop. If
you want to go out with her again, you will watch her punishment, so
that you will understand that your actions had consequences. Becky is
the one responsible, so she will get the punishment. However, you were
the one that encouraged her. Therefore, if you choose, you may receive
up to five strokes as a punishment for yourself. For each stroke that
you choose to receive, I will reduce Becky's count by five. If you
take the full five, Becky will only receive 25 strokes.

"You will not be allowed to decide until after Becky has had ten
strokes, and if you decide to take the strokes for Becky, Jamie will
be administering them, as she was also wronged by Becky's actions."

I did not give Joan a chance to answer. Instead, I turned to Becky and
instructed her to bend over the couch, holding onto the back of the
couch. I told Chrissy that it was her job to keep track of the
count. I picked up the crop and moved behind Becky. I swung hard and
slammed the first stroke into Becky's ass. Becky screamed as Chrissy
intoned 'One'. I looked at Joan and she was standing there with a
shocked expression on her face, her hand over her mouth. I landed the
second stroke just as hard, and proceeded to give her three more.

I stepped back for a minute and looked at Becky's ass. The marks from
the crop were clearly visible, and Becky's sobs were audible. I moved
back in and gave Becky five more across her back. Then I stepped back
again and looked at Joan. She hadn't moved in position since the first
stroke.

"That's ten for Becky. Forty more to go, unless you are willing to
take some for her," I said to Joan.

Joan looked back at Becky and whispered, "I don't know if I can. I
don't think that I could stand it."

"That's OK," I said. "It's your choice."

I moved back and brought the crop down on Becky's thighs. I had done
three on each thigh when Joan said, "Wait. I'll do it. I'll take the
five stokes."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," she replied. "I was the one who told her to eat me. I
can't let her go through this alone. I'll take the five."

"Then strip out of your clothes and bend over right next to Becky," I
told her. Joan quickly stepped out of her clothes and bent over next
to Becky, hiding her head. Becky reached over and took one of Joan's
hands in hers.

"Jamie, it is your responsibility to punish Joan," I said. "Remember
she has not done this before, but also know that you will get ten
strokes for each one that I feel you didn't apply with the appropriate
force. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," was Jamie's reply as she moved next to me and took the
crop from me. I might have given Joan time to relax between strokes,
but Jamie must have decided to get it over quickly, because she gave
her five hard, fast strokes on her ass in quick succession. Joan
barely had time to feel it before it was over.

Jamie handed me back the crop as Joan moved her hands to comfort her
own ass. "Sit over there," I said, pointing to the other side of the
couch, as I turned back to Becky.

"Sir, may your humble, undeserving slave make a request?" Becky asked
me.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Sir, please, can you do the remaining strokes on my tits? Please?"
Becky begged.

Once again, there were gasps from around the room. I said, "Very
well. Turn over Becky."

Becky turned over and asked Jamie, "Please Jamie, can you hold my
hands for me." Becky was sitting on the couch. She put her hands up
and behind her, and Jamie went back behind the couch to hold onto her
hands.

"Don't let go. I don't want to interfere with my punishment," Becky
instructed.

I asked Chrissy how many remained for Becky, and she said, "Nine,
sir."

"Very well," I said, and landed the first one on her right breast, off
center. The next one mirrored that stroke on her left breast. The next
four I did around her nipples, and the last three I landed directly on
her nipples.

"You did very well," I told the sobbing Becky.

"Please, sir, may your slave make one additional request?" Becky
asked.

"Certainly," I replied.

"Sir, please give me five more on my pussy so that I will be sure to
remember my lesson," Becky begged me. Gasps all around again, this
time I joined in as well.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," Becky assured me, spreading her legs. I followed Jamie's
example and I gave her five quick strokes. The first two were on
either side of her pussy, and the last three marched a line up from
the bottom of her pussy to the top, the last one landing directly on
her clit.

When I was done, Becky pulled her hands out of Jamie's and threw
herself at my feet. She hugged my ankles and through her tears she
cried, "Thank you, sir! Thank you for loving me so much that you
discipline me. I promise I will never stray again, even
unintentionally. Thank you, thank you!"

I pulled Becky up, careful not to touch any raw spots, and I gave her
a kiss and a careful hug. "I love you, Becky, and I am very proud of
you. Thank you for being such a good slave."

I pulled away from her and turned towards Joan. "Joan, thank you for
saving my Becky from a harsher punishment. It was kind of you and it
took a lot of courage. As a reward, you have my permission to be with
Becky in any way that the two of you like. Had you asked my permission
earlier, I would have given it to you, so I am giving it to you now."

I turned to Jamie and instructed her, "Take care of Becky and
Joan. Put some salve on them, and make sure that they are
comfortable. Chrissy, come with me."

I took Chrissy and went upstairs to bed. I lay down and pulled Chrissy
to me like a life-sized doll. What I had done had taken a lot out of
me, and I started shaking as I pulled Chrissy closer. Chrissy started
stroking my hair and making quiet shushing noises until I had calmed
down. I just stayed there, holding Chrissy tight, while Jamie cleaned
everything up downstairs.

+++++

About twenty minutes later, Becky and Jamie came in. Becky came over
to me and pulled Chrissy away, inserting herself in Chrissy's place. I
held her gingerly, not wanting to irritate her welts. However, she
didn't let me get away with that; she pulled my arms tightly around
her.

"Joan is gone?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," Jamie replied. "I took care of her ass, and Becky thanked
her. I explained that you had to rest after all the activity; I think
she understood."

"Thank you, Jamie, for handling everything so well," I said.

"It is my pleasure to help, sir," she replied.

I turned my attention to Becky, who was snuggled into me. "How about
you, tiger? How are you feeling?"

"My body is sore, but my spirit is happy," she said. "I want to thank
you for tonight. I know that it is sometimes hard for you to
discipline us as we deserve, and I know that tonight was hard for you,
but it was exactly right. Thank you for loving me so much!"

"You're welcome," I said.

"And now I am going to be more impertinent, sir, by asking another
favor," Becky said.

"If I can do it for you, I will," I told her.

"Sir, please, will you fuck me hard tonight?" she inquired.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I'm not sure of a position that you could be
in that wouldn't hurt you, and even if we could find one, I think your
pussy would be too sore."

"There is no position that won't hurt, and my pussy is sore," Becky
told me, "and I still want you to fuck me hard. I want you to own my
body. I don't want you to gently make love to me. I want you to rape
me like you raped Jamie. I want you to possess me."

"Why?" I asked.

Instead of responding immediately, Becky rolled off of me and pulled
Jamie down next to her. "Look at us," she said. "You've marked both of
us today. I don't think that you intended to when you woke up this
morning, but you've well and truly marked Jamie. You bit her while you
took her, and even though she hasn't said it, I can tell that she
belongs to you now.

"You marked me today as well, but I need you to finish it. I need you
to take me as well. I want to belong to you. Please, sir. Please do
this for me."

I got out of the bed and looked down at the two of them. Jamie's marks
were, for the most part, fading. The circle of tooth marks around her
nipples was still clear, and I could see many of the other bite
marks. Becky's tits and pussy had fresher welts on them. I didn't
intend to hurt her that much, but I have to say that both of them
looked very sexy with my marks on them and lust in their eyes.

I grabbed Becky's legs and pulled her roughly to the side of the
bed. "Chrissy, go get the crop," I said as I [positioned my cock at
her red, raw hole. "Becky, I am going to fuck you hard now. I've cum a
lot today, so I probably won't cum too soon, but I will continue
pounding into you until I cum. Every time that I push into you your
ass is going to be rubbed against the bed. And while I am fucking you,
I am going to be hitting you over your whole body with the crop. So
ask me again."

"Please, Master, please fuck your slave. Please use your slave. Please
take your slave," she said.

I slammed into her as hard as I could and she screamed in pain and
pleasure. I never expected Becky to get off on pain, and I continue to
think that she doesn't normally, but she was getting off on it this
time. As I hammered into her I reached up and squeezed her abused
nipples and she shrieked in pain; however the shrieks also indicated
that she was cumming.

Chrissy came back to me with the crop in her hand, and I took it and
started lightly flicking it along every exposed area on Becky's
body. I got her legs and arms, her stomach and neck. Every time I
flicked her breasts she gasped, and the few times I landed one
directly on her nipple, she came. I fucked her steadily for about
fifteen minutes, by which time I was getting fairly exhausted. I
pulled out and got up on the bed, rolling Becky over and pulling up
her hips.

As bad as she had looked in the front, her ass looked worse. It was
covered in welts, and it was sticky from the salve that Jamie had
applied. I was about to reinsert my cock into her pussy when she
moaned, "My ass. Take my ass, please Master. Make my ass yours too!"
What the hell, I thought, so I repositioned myself and slowly pushed
into her ass. As I reached bottom, my hips and stomach hit her ass,
and she gasped in pain. I pulled halfway out and pushed in harder, and
she gasped again. I kept it up, enjoying her moans.

"Oh, sir!" Becky cried. "I can feel one coming. It feels bigger than
ever. Oh! Oh! Oh!" She kept shrieking louder and louder, and it made
me think of Peg. What would she be thinking now if we still lived next
door to her? Becky's tight ass kept clenching on me, getting me closer
and closer, but there was no way that I was going to let myself cum
before Becky did. Finally she shrieked at such a high pitch that I
could barely hear it, and her ass tightened even more on me. Then she
jerked forward and collapsed onto the bed, pulling herself off of me!
She collapsed before I could cum, but I was so close I just jerked
myself three times and then I spattered all over her ass and
back. Then I collapsed next to her.

Jamie came over and checked on Becky. "She's passed out," she said in
wonder.

"Is she going to be OK?" I panted.

"I think so," Jamie said. "Now I'm jealous. I've never passed out from
cumming too much."

"Maybe another time," I said, laughing weakly. I gestured for her to
come lie on the other side of me. "Chrissy, snuggle up behind your
Mistress, but be careful not to hurt her."

"Yes, sir," she said happily.

After the exhausting and emotionally wrenching day that we all had, we
quickly fell asleep.

*Tuesday - Day 32*

On Tuesday morning I awoke to the sound of Becky groaning as she got
out of bed. I watched her limp to the bathroom, her ass, thighs and
back still displaying the welts from yesterday. I got out of bed and
followed her. I walked into the bathroom and saw Becky squatting over
the toilet. If it wasn't clear that she was very uncomfortable I would
have been turned on by the sight of her piss streaming into the bowl.

"Is it that bad?" I asked.

Becky looked up, startled, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to
wake you yet."

"That's OK," I said. "Are you in that much pain?"

"I'm not really in pain, I'm just a little sore," Becky told me. She
smiled and said, "But it's a good sore, Master. Every time I move and
it hurts, I think about how I got it."

"Nevertheless, I'm going to make you a bath so that you can soak for a
little bit," I said. I filled the tub with water while Becky brushed
her teeth. I helped her get into the tub, and she stretched out and
floated in the water. It was nice having a really big bathtub.

I brushed my teeth, and then went to piss. "What are you doing, sir?"
Becky asked.

"I'm peeing, Becky. You've seen me do that before," I said with a
smile.

"Maybe, but you are doing it wrong," she said. "I'm your slave, and
you should be peeing on me." She closed her eyes and just floated on
the water, clearly expecting me to pee on her.

"I'm trying to get you clean," I said. "Piss in the water won't help."

"Fine!" she said, exasperated. "Come here, sir." She sat up and
reached over to me. I went over to her, and she looked up and said,
"Pee down my throat, sir. Then you won't mess up my bath."

She wrapped her lips around my cock, and the sight of her waiting for
my piss was too much for me to resist. I released my stream and
started pissing into her mouth. I had to go a lot, and I wasn't trying
to take it easy on her. She tried keeping up, but though she swallowed
a lot, quite a bit dripped from her mouth as well. Before I was done
she pulled me out of her mouth and pointed my cock at her body. "I was
spilling in the water anyway, sir, I might as well enjoy the feel."

I finished quickly, and she shook my dick to get the last drops. She
licked the head of my cock and said, "You need to use me like that
more often, sir. You should use me in every way that you can."

I climbed into the water and sat behind her. I reached for the shampoo
and poured some on her head. I started rubbing it in and she moaned,
"Mmmmm, sir. That feels so good."

"Well you make me feel very good, so it is only fair," I said. I
scrubbed her hair and scalp for a while, and then helped her rinse it
off. I then soaped my hands up and gently ran my hands along her body.

"Maybe you should stay home and recuperate today," I told her after
she winced when I ran my hand over her back.

"No, sir," she responded. "I'm going to go to work and I'm going to
sit in my chair, and I'm going to feel it all day. Every time I move I
am going to think about how much you love me."

"I don't think I will ever understand you," I said, "but I do love
you."

"I know that, sir. I love you, too!" She turned around and pressed her
body onto mine as she kissed me. "I haven't gotten to give you your
morning blow job sir. Maybe you could give me something to have with
me all day?"

I smiled at her and turned her around so that she was leaning over the
edge of the tub. I leaned over behind her and ran my tongue up her
pussy slit. The water had washed away the lubrication on the outside
of her pussy, but her insides were quite moist, and she was soon
slippery all over. I kneeled behind her and slowly inserted my cock. I
went most of the way in, but reversed myself before my body hit her
ass.

"Sir, you can fuck me all the way. I'll enjoy feeling you on my ass,"
Becky told me.

"Perhaps," I replied, "but I am still in charge here, and this is how
I am going to fuck you."

"Yes, sir," she said meekly. She moved her hips from side to side as I
slowly moved in and out of her. I reached in front of her and gently
ran the tips of my fingers over the tips of her nipples. She moaned
and pushed back against me. I started moving faster, and I could no
longer keep from hitting her ass as we both approached climax. We were
shoving against each other as I came, and as I was squirting into her,
I felt her orgasmic contractions begin around my cock.

I pulled out and fell back into the water. Becky stood up, then leaned
over and kissed me. She stepped out of the tub and dried herself off,
however she only patted down her pussy. She saw me looking at this and
said, "I don't want to wipe away any of your cum. I want to feel it
dripping out of me all day!"

I smiled at her and stood up myself. I stepped out and Becky was there
with a clean towel for me. She patted my whole body dry, popping my
cock into her mouth to clean it off before she dried it. We went back
into the bedroom and she woke up Chrissy to help her get ready for the
rest of her day. I picked out my clothes and headed to work a little
early, energized to start my day.

+++++

I got home from work, curious as to who would be joining me later. I
went into the kitchen and saw a note. I picked it up and read it.

To our Master,

    You will find today's guest upstairs in the bedroom. Her being your
    entertainment for tonight was against our better judgment, however she
    really wanted it, and we both owed her a favor. If you want to skip
    doing anything with her, let us know and we will make it up to
    you. Otherwise, have a fantastic time.

    Your loving and obedient slaves,

                            Jamie and Becky


Curiouser and curiouser. I wasn't sure who was up there, but they
certainly had piqued my interest. I walked upstairs and into the
bedroom. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a woman with cuffs
around her wrists and ankles and a collar around her neck. Her wrists
were clipped behind her back and her knees were spread open, revealing
her shaved pussy.

"Cindy, how long have you been bound like that waiting for me?" I
asked.

"A couple of hours," she said.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" I asked.

"Yes, but in a good way," she responded.

I squatted down in front of her and examined her for a moment. "Why
are you doing this?" I inquired.

"A few reasons," she explained. "When Jamie was explaining to me why
she wanted to be your slave, I told her that I couldn't believe that
she wanted to be a slave, and she said I shouldn't knock it till I
tried it. Then I watched you rape her, and it gave her so much
pleasure. Finally, I've been watching and listening to you with your
three slaves for a few days, and it has made me even more curious. So
I decided that I wanted to know what it was like to be your slave.

"Don't worry about this being a permanent thing; I am not looking for
that at all. I'm only here for another week, and I don't want to move
in with you. I am going to go to college and get my own boyfriend. But
for one night, I want to see what it would be like to be a slave."

"The girls indicated that they didn't really approve of this, but that
they felt that they owed you," I said.

"They were hard to convince," she said. "I think they felt that I was
too young, and they did not want to 'corrupt' me, especially given
that they are trying to convince my mother to accept your
relationship. But they also felt that they owed me for helping with
both my mother and Becky's, so I guilted them into agreeing. If you
recall, you said that you owed me too."

"You really are quite conniving for someone as young as you are," I
said.

"Thank you," she said. "Besides, I'd think that you would be delighted
at the chance to jump a teenage high school student."

"Are you trying to make me feel old?" I asked.

"No, I'm sorry," she said.

"I notice that you have a sweet bald pussy," I told her. "But
yesterday when you flashed me, you had hair. What happened?"

"All your slaves are shaved," she explained. "I thought that is how
you'd want me."

"So you shaved yourself?" I asked.

She dropped her eyes from mine and said, "No, Jamie shaved me."

"How did you get her to do that?" I asked.

"She said if she was sending me into the lion's den, she should be the
one that beards me," Cindy said, looking at me with a sly smile. "I
don't think the analogy exactly follows, but she meant that if she was
going to give me to you, she would make sure that I was properly
prepared for you. She loves you, you know, and she wants to make you
happy."

"Did she prepare you in any other way?" I asked.

Cindy blushed and nodded her head. "She gave me an enema and lubed my
ass. She said that if I wanted to be a slave, I had to be ready to
take it up the ass. I think she was trying to scare me, but it only
excited me more."

"Did you tease her while she prepared you for me?" I asked.

"Maybe a little," she acknowledged.

"I wonder if I should give you to her as a present," I mused. "Oh,
well, first tell me what you expect this night to be like."

"I want you to treat me like you would Becky, Jamie or Chrissy," she
said.

"That covers a lot," I said. "You saw what I did to your sister, and
you saw the results of what I did to Becky. Is that what you want? And
you haven't really seen how I treat Chrissy, but I use her a lot
harder than I do Jamie and Becky. Are you giving me carte blanche to
do what I want to you?"

"Um, maybe not," she said. "I don't think I deserve to be beaten that
way."

"But you admitted to teasing my slave," I said. "Certainly that is
worthy of punishment." She definitely looked less sure of what she had
gotten herself into.

I let her stew on that for a moment before I said, "I'll tell you
what. I think I know what you are looking for. I'll treat you as I
like, but I'll let you pick a safe-word. The word should be something
that you normally would not say. If you use the word, then I stop what
I am doing immediately and the night is over for us. If you don't use
the safe-word, then I do what I want, regardless of what else you are
saying. Do you agree?"

"Yes," she said after thinking about it.

"So what is your safe-word?" I asked.

"Pizza," she replied.

"Good," I told her, and I went behind her and unclipped her hands. "Go
make us dinner."

"What?" she asked in a surprised tone.

"You want to be my slave, you do the things that my slaves do," I told
her. "They take care of me, and right now, I am hungry. So go make us
dinner, and I'll be down in a few minutes." She left the room slowly;
things were not going the way that she expected.

I got cleaned up from work and about ten minutes later I was
downstairs with her in the kitchen. I looked her over, and I had to
agree with what she had said earlier. Despite the fact that both Becky
and Jamie were working out, and the fact that Chrissy was not that
much older than Cindy, there really is nothing as sexy as a tight
eighteen year old body, and Cindy had a tight body. Cindy was a
brunette like her sister, though her hair color was a little
lighter. Her breasts were probably around a 36C, as near to perfect as
you can get, and they had absolutely no sag yet. Her ass was tight and
high and firm; she had a perfect body, and she knew it.

Cindy finished preparing some pasta, and she brought it to the
table. We sat down, and I said, "Before I take on a new slave, I like
to know about her. Tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Tell me what you think I should know about you," I said.

"My name is Cindy," she started, "and I am about to graduate from high
school. I'm 18 years old, and I have one older sister whose sole
desire in life lately seems to be to become your slave. I live at home
with my parents, but I plan to move away to college in the fall.

"I had my first boyfriend when I was 13, gave my first hand job at 14,
followed quickly by my first blowjob. I lost my virginity on my 15th
birthday. I've had 5 boyfriends, I've slept with about 18 guys and
I've blown about 30 guys, though those two groups overlap. I've gone
down on two girls, and four have gone down on me, but I like boys
better. I've had three ways with both two guys and with another girl,
and I've blown 6 guys at one time.

"I like sex. I've never had a cock up my ass, and I can't even imagine
having one as big as yours, but you can have me that way if you
want. I am a cock-tease, though I usually follow through. I guess I
could be considered a slut. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Is that all you think that I should know about you?" I asked. "You've
defined yourself as a daughter and a sister and a slut. Is there
anything else that you want me to know about you? Is that all you
think of yourself?"

"No, I guess that's not all," she said. "I am pretty athletic; I swim
and I am a cheerleader. I am also close to the top of my class. I like
drama, and I've done plays, but I don't dream of going to Hollywood to
be an actor. I have a lot of friends, and I try not to be too
cliquish; I have friends from all sorts of groups. Is that the kind of
things that you are looking for?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.

"How should I know?" she replied. "I barely know what I want to be
when I'm 19. I'm just hoping that something at school catches my
fancy."

"Tell me about the first time you gave a hand job," I said, shifting
gears.

"I guess it was your typical young teenage experience; I jerked him
off in the back of a theatre," she told me. "It's a bitch when you
don't have a car. My first blowjob was in the park."

"How old were you before someone went down on you, and who went down
on you first, a guy or a girl?" I asked.

"I was 16, and it was a girl," she responded. "After that I convinced
my boyfriend to go down on me. The girl did it better."

"How did you convince him?" I asked.

"I told him if he wanted me to do him, he would have to do me first,"
she explained.

"A girl who knows what she wants and knows how to get it," I said.

"Well, we do have some leverage," she told me. "Most guys will do
anything for sex."

"And what kinds of things have you traded sex for?" I asked.

"Um, I don't really trade sex for things," she said.

"OK, let's use a more palatable expression," I said. "What things have
guys given to you or done for you because they thought that they might
get lucky?"

"I guess dinner, movies, concerts, jewelry," she said. "The kinds of
stuff most guys give their girlfriends."

"From what you said, you did a lot more guys than just your
boyfriends," I said. "What kinds of things did you get from them?"

"I got help in some classes and on papers, I got rides places, once I
got a soda," she said.

"A soda?" I asked. "That's a tad cheap, don't you think? Why do you
trade sex for things so easily?"

"What do you want me to say?" Cindy asked, getting upset. "That I'm a
cheap whore? That I have some deep, dark trauma that makes me have no
self worth? Well that's not how I see it. I just like sex, and this is
a convenient way to get it!"

I sat back and smiled. "And you say you don't understand why your
sister wants to be my slave?" I asked.

"Huh?" she grunted.

I sat forward and looked at her intently. "You say that you like sex,
but you feel like you need to get something for it. You need to feel
obligated to 'provide' sex. Why is that? Do you feel guilty about
wanting sex? Do you feel ashamed? By getting something in return, even
something as small as a soda, you are fitting in with societal
norms. Like you said, most women trade sexual favors for movies and
concerts and dinners. It's expected. You said that you were at the top
of the class. Did you really need to trade sex for help in class? I
believe that you were doing it all because you like sex, you want sex,
and that made it OK.

"Now look at your sister. She likes sex too. So how does she get to do
all the things that she secretly desires and still not feel guilty?
What slavery gives her is freedom from guilt. Like she told your
mother, if I tell her to do something, she need not be concerned
whether it is right or wrong, all she needs to know is that I want her
to do it.

"For instance, let's say she wants to go down on her little
sister. Society tells her this is wrong, so despite her desire, her
longing, her hunger for her little sister, she would never act on
it. However, if I were to deliver her little sister to her all tied up
and tell her to eat poor Cindy through ten orgasms, of course she
would do it, because her Master told her to. And how can she feel
guilty about it? It's not her fault; her Master made her do it. Do you
see how it works?"

"Yes," she said, breathing quite a bit more heavily than normal.

I leaned back in my chair and told her, "I actually think that you
will be different. You are still young, but I suspect that you are
quite a bit stronger and more confident than Jamie. I think that
eventually you will be able to work out your feelings, and you will be
able to take what you need without feeling the guilt and shame. That,
however, will come later. For tonight, you are my slave, so clean off
the table and get me dessert!"

Cindy got up to clean the table, and I could tell that she was
thinking about what I said. When the table was cleared off, she asked
me, "What would you like for dessert?"

"That is 'What would you like for dessert, sir, '" I corrected her.

"What would you like for dessert, sir?" she asked.

"You'll do," I said, and I pulled her onto the table in front of me. I
put her feet up on my knees and moved my face between her legs. I
figured I had already given her enough foreplay, so I sank my tongue
deeply into her cunt. She was certainly wet enough. Interestingly, she
tasted like Jamie. This was my first experience with sisters, and I
guess genetics play as much a role in pussy taste as it does in
everything else. And given how much I relished tasting Jamie, I knew
that this was a dessert that I would enjoy as well.

I pulled her ass off the table so that I could hold it tightly while I
worked on her pussy. She moved her legs up to my shoulders and I
luxuriated in her taste and scent. I've said it before and I'll say it
again; there is very little in this world that I like better than
eating a juicy pussy. I savored her flavor as I kept licking,
alternating between burrowing deeply and gently swiping her pussy
lips. Cindy must have liked it as much as I did, because in no time
she was cumming. When she came, she demonstrated that she and Jamie
were similar in another way: they were both squirters. If anything,
Cindy released more fluids than Jamie, but it did nothing to quench my
thirst for her.

I let her calm down and then I helped her off the table and into the
bedroom. I removed my clothes while she stood there, and I went to sit
on the edge of the bed. "You bragged about how many people you blew;
show me how good you got with practice," I instructed her.

She strutted confidently over to me and slowly sank to her knees,
running her hands along my body as she did. She looked up at me with a
sultry expression on her face and slowly started making love to my
cock with her mouth. I had to give the girl credit. With the exception
of Chrissy, she gave the best head I have ever received. She moved
slowly up and down with just the right amount of pressure. Her hands
were involved perfectly, lightly tickling my balls sometimes while
stroking my cock at others. I was sorely tempted to shoot right into
her mouth, but I had other plans for my cum.

"Are you on the Pill?" I asked.

"God, yes!" she exclaimed after she extracted my cock from her
mouth. "As horny as I get, I'd let a guy do me whether he had
protection or not. I'd have been knocked up a long time ago!"

"Don't want to get knocked up?" I asked.

"No way!" she screeched. Finally, a girl who didn't get all weak at
the thought of being pregnant. Maybe it was an age thing.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her up for a kiss. I rolled over so that
she was pinned under me and I started making out with her. As I kissed
her, I realized there was probably a connection between good kissing
and good blowjobs, because she was also one of the best kissers I'd
ever experienced. While kissing her, my hands were not idle either; I
moved them up and down her nubile body, paying special attention to
her breasts. What I wanted to know was where the hell girls like this
were when I was in high school?

Cindy was just eighteen and already towards the top of my list in
everything sexually related. Admittedly, my list was not that long,
but it had been getting longer lately. I guess if I had come across
her in high school, I would have been a nervous wreck and she would
have either ignored me or overwhelmed me. Oh well. There is something
to be said for experience. It's true that youth is wasted on the
young.

I broke my kiss and said, "You are an extremely sexy woman."

"Sexier than my sister?" she asked slyly.

"I won't play that comparison game," I told her. "I love your sister,
and I find her very sexy. Be satisfied that I find you sexy,
too. Believe me; you do not want to compete with your sister. She can
be very competitive when she puts her mind to it."

"Maybe I do want to compete with her," she said, smiling. "I bet she
could teach me a lot, and it would be fun."

"If you want the experience, just ask her to educate you," I told
her. "I'll bet she'd do it, and if she won't, let me know and I'll
insist."

"I just might take you up on that," she said, gasping as I touched a
particularly sensitive spot.

"I think you have a lot of experience yourself," I told her. I rolled
us over so that she was on top. "Now I want you to ride me. I want to
see your whole sexy body moving on top of me." She got that sultry
smile on her face again and sat up on my body. She lifted herself on
her knees and crouched above my cock. She held it in her hand and
slowly lowered herself until the head of my cock was just inside of
her pussy. Then she moved her hands onto my chest and slowly, ever so
slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock. It took almost a full minute
for her to engulf my whole dick with her pussy. Despite her
experience, she was as tight as any teenager.

Once she had me completely buried she started moving more quickly, but
only slightly so; it took about ten seconds for each stroke. She was
good, and I could tell by the expression on her face that she knew it;
she had a look of sultry superiority. She made me feel very good, and
if she had come to me just to sleep with me, I would have lain back
and enjoyed it. But she had come to me as a slave, and her superiority
was not fitting.

She had risen so that I was just slightly in her when I grabbed her
and in one quick move I slammed her down onto my cock and flipped her
so that she was on the bottom. I pulled out so that I was just
slightly in her and asked, "You like teasing, don't you?" This time I
pushed very slowly into her, teasing her in the same way that she had
teased me. "Do you enjoy it as much when the shoe is on the other
foot?" I asked.

"Ohhhhh, yeeeees," she moaned as I slowly moved in and out. "You can
tease me all you want, just keep making me feel so good!" I obliged,
slowing down even further. I pulled out so that the tip was barely in
her. She was thrusting up into me, begging, "Please fuck me!" I slowly
pushed into her, reaching up to run my fingers lightly up and over her
nipples as I moved forward, then back down across her nipples as I
pulled out. She was panting and getting very close as I pushed in and
then pulled all the way out.

"No!" she cried when she realized I wasn't going to continue. She
moved her hands between her legs, but I pulled them away. "I need to
cum!" she begged.

"You told me that you were a tease, but that you also deliver," I
said.

"I will!" she said. "I will do anything you want!"

"What I want," I said, "is for you to realize that if you are going to
be a slave, you do not tease. You do whatever you can to make me feel
good, and you tell me what you want me to do so that I can make you
feel good. And if you are a very good girl, I might even do what you
request.

"But what you do NOT do is tease me!" I said, running my finger
lightly along her slit, so that she gasped. "When you go back to your
high school boys, you can tease them all you want. When you go out
with the frat boys, you can tease them all you want. But when you are
with me, you do not tease, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand!" she said. "I'll try not to tease, but I'm
not sure if I can!"

"Well, you should try hard," I said, "because I am going to redden
your ass each time you tease me. And if I think that you are not
trying to avoid teasing me, I will use the crop."

"I understand, sir," she said.

"We'll see," I said, pushing my cock shallowly into her. I began by
pumping quickly, but not deeply, making little jabs with only the
first third of my dick. However, each time the head of my cock passed
in and out of the highly sensitive area around the opening of her
pussy, she gasped and jerked.

"Please, sir, please fuck me hard!" she begged.

"I thought you liked teasing," I said. "I thought that you wanted me
to tease you some more."

"Oh, I changed my mind," she moaned. "I want to be fucked hard. I want
to cum!"

"When the guys you are with change their minds, do you give in?" I
ask.

"Sometimes," she said.

"But not always?" I asked.

"Not always, but I've been good," she said. "I'll do whatever you
want. I just want to cum."

"Whatever I want covers a lot of things," I said, shoving my dick all
the way up her before pulling out and resuming my shallow
strokes. "Just ask your sister."

"I don't care. I don't want to ask her. I want to cum!" she cried.

I pulled out, flipped her over and clipped her hands behind her. She
started moaning in anticipation, but instead of resuming my fuck I
retrieved a vibrator and inserted it into her. I set the toy on low,
flipped her back over. "You need to realize that there are
consequences to your actions. You teased me, so I will tease you."

I got up and walked out of the room, and she cried, "Noooo!" I had set
the vibrator high enough to get her attention, but not high enough to
bring her off. I went downstairs for a drink of water. About fifteen
minutes later I went back upstairs. Cindy was writhing on the bed, her
body sweaty and her hair sticking to her face.

"Oh, thank god you're back," she cried. "This is driving me insane!
Please help me."

"Do you think that you will remember not to tease me in the future?" I
asked.

"Yes, I'll remember, I promise!" she yelled. "I'll do anything you
want, anytime, just make me cum, please let me cum!" I flipped her
back over and pulled her ass into the air. I removed the protruding
vibrator and put the extremely wet and sticky object on the bed near
Cindy's head. I put my cock at her slit and slowly pushed in, then
stopped just inside. "More!" she cried. I pushed all the way in her in
one quick stroke, then pulled out and did it again. She was cumming on
the third stroke, screaming and yelling unintelligible syllables.

I ran my hands over her ass, and when I brushed a finger over her
asshole she gasped and squeezed very tightly around my
cock. Everything leading up to this became too much, and my cock
started spitting into her cunt. She felt it, and it took her even
higher. I held my cock buried in her until my cock was completely
drained, then I removed it and fell to the bed beside her. She turned
to me, kissed me and said, "I won't tease you again."

I unclipped her hands and took her to the bathroom. I ran a shower and
pulled her in. I washed her body and her hair. After I rinsed her
hair, I conditioned it, giving her a scalp massage in the
process. "Mmmmm, I see why the others like being with you. You treat
me so well," she said.

"You didn't think so fifteen minutes ago," I said.

"I guess that's true, but I deserved it," she said.

"Do you understand your sister any better?" I asked.

"I do, I truly do," she said. She got an evil smile on her face and
said, "Now if only my mother could have a night with you, she would
easily give her blessings."

"Oh, god! Don't even think of that!" I shuddered.

"Why not," she asked, pursuing the thought. "It would do her good."

"She is a happily married woman," I said. "Well, actually, I don't
know if she is happily married, but she is married. Plus, imagine if
she didn't like it; she could make life very difficult for me and
Jamie. I'll be happy having slept with sisters rather than a
mother/daughter."

"Do you want to sleep with two sisters together?" she asked, running
her fingers around my chest. "Or maybe watch two sisters together?"

"Do you want that?" I countered.

"I'm not sure," she said, "but I'd do it if you told me to."

"Be careful," I said with a smile. "You are getting sucked in."

"Oh god, you are right," she said, "But it is so seductive."

"Don't worry, your night is not over," I told her, reaching around her
to cup her ass. "I was promised another virgin tonight." She shuddered
in my arms. I turned the water off and we stepped out of the shower. I
dried her whole body and wrapped her tightly in the towel. I dried
myself off as well and we went back into the bedroom.

I placed her on the bed, lying on her stomach. I retrieved a bottle of
massage oil from Jamie's supply and I straddled Cindy's ass. I
massaged her neck and back, then I worked lower, and soon I was
rubbing her sexy, teenage, virgin ass. I ran my tongue along her
spine, then down through her ass crack. She gasped when it ran over
her puckered asshole. I pulled her hips up and rolled onto my back,
wriggling my head between her legs. I softly sucked on her pussy lips
as my tongue explored. I let my fingers play around her asshole,
slowly pushing one of them in. Cindy was moaning and writhing her hips
over my head. Finally I had enough, and I scooted out from underneath
her.

I grabbed some lube and moistened my cock for insurance, then placed
my cock against her winking asshole. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.

"Oh, yes! It's yours. Take my cherry!" she moaned. How could I refuse?
I slowly pushed into her. She groaned, but she was so slick that my
head popped right in. Jamie must have lubed her extra well.

"Oh, god! It feels so big!" she groaned. "It's not even really in, is
it?"

"The biggest part is," I said. "Ready for more?"

"Yes, but go slowly," she said. I obeyed her request and pushed into
her at the same speed that she originally took me into her other
hole. I didn't stop until I was bottomed out.

"How do you feel now?" I asked.

"Full and horny," she said. "I think I'm ready for a good ass
fucking. My ass is yours!" Well, put that way, I thought I'd enjoy
what was mine. I started fucking her slowly, but I had soon picked up
speed. Cindy was grunting on each stroke, and her hand was beneath
her, playing with her clit. Despite the number of times I had come
today, I was soon ready for another. I grabbed her hips and started
pounding. She groaned with me and I started shooting my cum into her
bowels.

I collapsed next to her, my cock still embedded in her ass. I pulled
her closer to me so that I could fondle her perfect breasts. "Mmmmm,"
she purred quietly. "That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would
be."

"High praise indeed," I said.

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded," she said. "I actually enjoyed
that, and I didn't think that I would."

"I'm glad I could give you a little pleasure," I said, pulling my cock
slowly out of her. When it was out, I spooned back into her.

"You gave me a lot of pleasure earlier," she said.

She lay next to me for a few minutes, but then pulled away. "Where are
you going?" I asked.

"Jamie explained to me what would happen, and she told me that my job
is not over yet," she explained. She moved down my body and sucked my
cock into her mouth.

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"I do," she responded, pulling off of my cock. "It was one of the
conditions that Jamie put on me. She said if I was getting the
benefits of being with you, I had to behave accordingly."

"What do you think she would have said if you had just wanted to fuck
me the old fashioned way?" I asked.

"She probably would not have given me as much of a hard time," Cindy
mused. "Maybe she felt threatened by me?"

"I don't mean anything negative by it, but she has nothing to worry
about," I said.

She finished up and spooned back next to me. "I know that," she
said. "She is a very lucky girl." We lay there for a while and
eventually Cindy nodded off. I heard the others come in downstairs, so
I picked Cindy up to carry her to her room.

As I was putting her on the bed, Cindy asked, "Was I a good slave?"

"Not bad," I said, smiling at her, "though you could use a little more
training."

"Could I ask you a favor?" she said.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Can you fuck me just a little now?" she asked. "Get your cock nice
and sticky with my pussy juices, then go have Jamie clean you off? It
would almost be like you were making her lick me."

"You are an evil woman, aren't you?" I asked.

"Maybe, but you'll do it, won't you?" she asked.

"I think I will," I told her. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and
she spread her legs. As I watched my cock disappear into her newly
shaved pussy I said, "Keep shaving your pussy."

"What? Why should I do that?" she asked.

"Because I told you to," I said. "Because every time you look at it,
you can think about how you were a slave. You can remember how you
liked being a slave." She shuddered as she had a little cum.

"You are a dangerous person, sir," she said. I pulled out and kissed
her good night.

Becky, Jamie and Chrissy were coming upstairs just as I was walking
out of her room. Jamie raised an eyebrow at me questioningly, and I
replied, "I was just finishing your sister off, but she seems to have
left me a mess. Why don't you clean me off, Jamie?"

She looked like she might hesitate for a second, but then she accepted
my request and went to her knees in front of me. She licked my hard
cock up and down, getting all of Cindy's juices off of me. "Tasty,
isn't it?" I asked. She blushed as she nodded.

I pulled Jamie up and took Becky's hand as well, and we went to the
bedroom. I pulled Jamie onto the bed and instructed the others to go
strap on dildos. I spooned behind Jamie and worked my cock into her
ass. "Becky, you get to have Jamie's tight pussy, and Chrissy, you get
to pleasure your Mistress' ass."

Becky got onto the bed and gave Jamie a big, open mouthed kiss as she
worked her cock into Jamie's wet pussy. I had her stop when she was
buried, and then Chrissy worked her cock into Becky's ass. Chrissy
also reached around Becky to fondle both women's nipples. "You may
only move a tiny bit," I told them. "I want to hear about your night."

"Becky, I think you are going to have to tell it," Jamie said,
panting. "I can't think straight; I'm too filled up."

"OK, I'll tell you," Becky said. "We went out for dinner before
drinks, and this time Jill came with us. There were six of us, and do
you realize that you've done something sexual with every woman that
was there, with the possible exception of Rachel; but in my opinion
what you've done with her is sexual as well.

"We had a nice dinner, and we talked about lots of things, but somehow
we kept coming back to you." Becky groaned as Chrissy moved around,
and I could feel it on my cock as it caused a chain reaction. When
Chrissy had settled back down, Becky continued. "Joan and I told the
others about our punishments. They could already see that I was having
a hard time sitting down. Then Jamie told them about her marks. On our
way out of the restaurant, Jill dragged us to the bathroom and
insisted on seeing the damage. I showed her my back and Jamie showed
her tits. Jill was upset, but we calmed her down.

"Then I turned the tables on her, insisting on a panty check. We lined
up again in front of the mirror, and Jill was the only one with
hair. She said, 'Looks like I forgot a step, ' but I told her that she
better not shave; that you like her that way. While we all had our
skirts up, I whipped out a camera and got a picture. It didn't come
out great, but I'll show it to you later. Just before we dropped our
skirts, another woman walked in and saw us standing like that. We all
laughed and hurried out.

"We went to a bar afterwards and we drank a lot. We got propositioned
quite a bit, but each time one of us would say, 'Sorry, our Master
won't let us.' Pretty soon everyone in the place knew what we were
telling people. Rachel told us her story about the night of the party
as well. That was pretty cool what you had her do. Her husband is very
curious what Rachel is doing on her nights out, but frankly, if Rachel
told him that she was coming over to fuck you each week, he would
probably accept that just so that he could keep getting what he is
getting."

"That's not going to happen," I told her.

"I know that, sir. I was just explaining how happy he is with the new
attitude that Rachel has," she said. "Anyway that is about all that
happened. They were very curious about who it was that was with you,
but we wouldn't say. Jill said that they would just have to wait until
next week and see who shows up.'"

"There won't be a group get-together next week," I said.

"Why not?" Jamie asked.

"In case you have forgotten, you are getting married this weekend. A
honeymoon traditionally follows," I said.

"We are going to go away?" Becky asked, getting excited and thrusting
into Jamie.

"Of course," I said. "You'd better ask for time off of work, soon. I
thought we'd go for a week."

"Where, sir?" Jamie asked.

"It'll be a surprise," I said, "but it will be warm and you won't have
to pack too many clothes." I saw that Chrissy's face had gotten a
little sad, and I said, "You don't think that you're being left
behind, do you Chrissy?"

Chrissy looked surprised and said, "I thought this was just for the
three of you."

"You may not be mine directly, but you are mine, and you are coming,"
I told her.

"Yes, sir!" she said happily as she pushed into Becky. I let Chrissy
thrust into Becky a half a dozen times, while I counterthrust into
Jamie. The two of them, sandwiched between us, were quite happy to let
us fuck them. Chrissy would push into Becky's ass, which would cause
Becky to move into Jamie, which in turn pushed Jamie back onto
me. Then I would shove into Jamie's ass and send the wave back towards
Chrissy. It was an altogether satisfying motion.

Eventually, however, I stopped returning the wave, and Chrissy
understood and stopped her motion as well. "So why wouldn't you tell
them who was visiting with me?" I asked.

"We weren't sure what would happen, and we wanted to protect the two
of you," Becky explained.

"Why did you send her to me?" I asked.

"As we said in the note, she asked, and we did owe her," Becky
said. "Plus, she is an eighteen year old hottie, which I thought that
you would enjoy. Was I right?"

"You were," I said.

"So what did you do to her?" Jamie asked.

"Do you want to hear all the messy details?" I asked her teasingly.

"Umm, if you'd like to tell us, sir," she replied.

"Would it turn you on to hear what I did to your baby sister?" I
asked, rotating my hips slightly.

"It always turns me on to hear about how you handle your women, sir,"
Jamie said.

"What would turn you on about it?" I asked. "How I treated her, or
imagining that it was you treating her like that?"

"I don't know what you mean, sir," she replied, blushing.

I reached forward and squeezed her nipples very hard, while I slammed
my cock deep into her ass. "No more lying, slave," I said. "I want the
truth right now. Does it turn you on thinking of doing nasty things to
your sister?"

She gasped as I continued squeezing her nipples but finally managed to
say, "Yes, sir. I'm ashamed to admit that it does. I get so turned on
thinking about her, even though she is my sister!"

"Especially because she is your sister," I said to her, releasing her
nipples.

"Please don't make me do anything with her, sir," Jamie said.

I grabbed her hips and shoved myself deep within her. I whispered in
her ear, "Up until this point I hadn't decided what I wanted to
do. However, you just told me not to do something with you. Therefore,
at some point in the future, not too soon, but not too far from now, I
am going to watch you sucking my cum out Cindy's shaved cunt. The same
cunt that you lusted for as you shaved it."

Jamie came. She was stimulated before, but hearing me promise that she
would be going down on her sister made her explode. She grabbed Becky
and shoved her tongue in Becky's mouth. We all started moving, fucking
each other without a consistent rhythm, but enjoying it nonetheless.

Jamie kept cumming and cumming until she just groaned and went limp. I
was still enjoying her ass, but I felt that Chrissy deserved some
loving as well, so I pulled out and climbed around the bed until I was
behind Chrissy, where I inserted my cock into her tight ass. Her cock
was still buried in Becky's ass, and Becky was quite close. Soon Becky
was cumming as well.

When she was done I pulled Chrissy out of Becky, laid her flat on the
bed and wormed my cock back into her ass. The position made her
extremely tight around my cock, but her clit was also being stimulated
by the fake cock trapped beneath her. I was cumming first, but she
followed quickly behind me before I had softened too much. When we
were both done, I rolled off of her so that I was lying near Becky. I
was exhausted. I imagine that Chrissy was as well, but she still
dutifully climbed down to clean off my cock. She was starting to move
down to her doggie bed when I grabbed had and pulled her into my
arms. Jamie was already asleep, and the rest of us drifted off as
well.

*Wednesday - Day 33*

Once again, I woke up when Becky did. She was still sandwiched between
Chrissy and Jamie, so she had to climb over them to get out. Jamie,
being Jamie, didn't even stir as Becky climbed over her. I noticed
that Becky was walking without pain today, and most of her marks had
faded. I snuggled my hard-on into Chrissy's ass and fell back asleep.

I next awoke to the feeling of Becky's nails running lightly down my
back, over my ass and onto my balls. She rolled me onto my back and
continued running her nails delicately over by cock. Her tongue soon
joined the action and I reveled in the combination of soft licking and
gentle scraping. The girl really knew how to push my buttons. I let
her continue for a while, and then pulled her up so that she was lying
on top of me. I kissed her and said, "We haven't really had a chance
to talk about tonight. How is it going to be, confronting your
fathers?"

"I don't know, sir," she replied. "I think that my mom and Amy are
getting to be OK with it, and if they are they have probably convinced
our Dads not to make too much of a fuss. You've met my Dad, and he
liked you. Jamie's Dad is not a particularly violent person either, so
I don't expect you'll be in physical danger. I'm sure my mom would
have told me if she was expecting a huge scene."

"Are you going to be OK with it?" I asked, knowing that she had always
been somewhat of a daddy's girl, and it would greatly upset her to
disappoint him.

"I think so," she said. "I'll tell you after I see how he is."

"OK," I told her, flexing my dick against her stomach. "Meanwhile, you
have some unfinished business." She smiled at me, gave me a last kiss,
then slithered down to pleasure my cock. She looked me right in the
eye as she lowered her lips nearly to the base of my cock. She had to
break eye contact as she worked the last inch into her throat, but
when she was done she looked back up at me with a smile stretched
around my cock. Then she got down to business, and within a few
minutes she was getting her breakfast treat.

"Thank you, sir," she said with a smile.

"You're welcome," I said magnanimously. It still amazed me that I was
being thanked for allowing someone to blow me.

Becky went to work, and shortly thereafter I did the same.

+++++

During the day I called Lisa.

"Hi," she said. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow night," I answered.

"Are we still on?" she asked.

"I know that we were going to get together with you and Bob for dinner
and some private conversation, but if you don't mind, I'd like to
postpone it for a while. We are going a little crazy with preparations
for Saturday, and I want to spend some time alone with my girls before
we go through with this."

"I understand," she said. "Next week?"

"The week after," I replied. "We are going away next week. You'll
still come on Saturday, right?"

"We'll be there," she promised.

"Thanks," I told her, and we exchanged pleasantries and hung up.

+++++

I got home before dinner and Jamie jumped me.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I'm really nervous!" she said.

"I'm sure your parents will do what is right," I said. "Your mother
seemed to be very supportive." I stepped back and took a look at
her. She was in a silky blue slip-dress, and she looked amazing, so I
told her so. "You look fabulous. You are so beautiful. Have I
mentioned how lucky I feel that you want to be with me?"

She blushed and embraced me. "Help me through tonight," she whispered.

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone treat you badly, be they stranger or
family," I assured her.

Becky came down, wearing a matching dress in green, followed by
Chrissy in her matching blue dress. Cindy came into the room and said,
"Once again, I feel out of place."

"What color would you like to wear?" I asked with a smile.

"Hold on there big boy!" she exclaimed. "I was just observing, not
requesting. I'm happy in what I'm wearing."

"All right then," I said, and I had to admit that she looked good as
well. She wore a black dress, and it fitted her nicely, but she
clearly wasn't one of the musketeers. "I'm just going to change." I
went upstairs and freshened up and put on a nice suit.

I walked downstairs, and was welcomed by quite an interesting
sight. Just off the foot of the stairs were three gorgeous women,
kneeling in a row. Each of them had her dress pulled up to her waist,
her pussy exposed and open. Each of them had also put on her dress
collar. While the collars might be mistaken for jewelry on their own,
wrapped around the beautiful necks of three identically dressed women,
it was very clear what they were, and the girls knew it.

As I got closer, I noticed that the leashes were hanging outside of
their dresses. I walked over to Becky, who was kneeling on the right
and grabbed her leash. I pulled her up and gave her a kiss, then moved
her to my right. Jamie was next, and I pulled her up and gave her a
kiss as well. I finally went to Chrissy, pulled her up and kissed her,
then handed her leash to Becky.

"You don't seem so nervous now," I observed to Jamie.

"You're right," she said. "I don't feel nervous at all when you are
holding my leash."

I smiled at her and kissed her again. We walked to the front door,
where Cindy was waiting for us.

"Wow," Cindy said. "You would not believe how hot that looked."

I looked her up and down and said, "Purple or violet would be nice on
you."

She blushed, shook a finger at me, and said, "We're going to be late!"
She turned and went out the door.

We hailed a cab, which, given how the girls were dressed, proved to be
no problem. I swear that the first driver that passed us wanted to
throw the fare he already had out the door to make room for us. There
were five of us, but I wanted us all to squeeze into one cab, so Becky
got Chrissy on her lap, Cindy sat in the middle, and I had Jamie on my
lap.

I could tell Becky was still feeling anxious by her little nervous
habit. Some people bite their nails, some twirl their hair. Becky
coped with nervousness by running her fingers through her slave's
pussy. To each her own. I considered copying her, but I figured that
Jamie was nervous enough.

When we got to the restaurant, we stepped out of the cab and
straightened ourselves up. I tucked Jamie's and Becky's leashes into
their dresses. I told them, "I think we can do without this, at least
for now. Your parents have had enough shocks."

Becky released Chrissy's leash, but made no move to put it away. "If
you don't mind, sir, I would prefer to leave my slave's visible."

"She's your slave," I said.

We went into the restaurant and stood at the bar to await the girls'
parents. We were there for about ten minutes, getting quite a few
looks (jealous ones directed at me, lustful ones at the girls) when
Cindy said, "Here they come."

I turned around and Becky stood to my right and Jamie on my left, each
holding an arm. Chrissy stood behind and to the right of Becky, while
Cindy moved slightly off to the side. They approached and we stood
nervously opposite each other before Cindy went over and kissed her
Dad's cheek and hugged her mother. She turned to me and said, "This is
my father, Jim, and you know Becky's Dad, Jake."

I pulled my arms free from the girls and went forward to introduce
myself. I shook Jim's hand, saying how nice it was to meet him, then
Jake's, indicating that it was a pleasure to see him again. I moved
forward and kissed Claire on the cheek, thanking her for coming, then
I did the same to Amy.

Jake looked pointedly at Chrissy and Becky said, "Sorry. Everyone,
this is Chrissy. She's mine."

Chrissy stepped forward and curtsied to everyone. "Sir, Ma'am, Ma'am,
Sir, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"She is certainly polite," Jake said to Becky.

"Shall we get our table?" I asked. They agreed and I had the maitre d'
lead us to our table. The table seating was interesting. It was a long
table, and on one side sat Jim, Amy, Claire and Jake. Cindy sat on the
end next to her father, Jim, and on our side Jamie sat next to Cindy,
with me on her right, Becky on my right, and Chrissy on her right. I
felt like we were negotiators, with Cindy as a mediator.

We sat down and the waiters brought us menus and a wine list. "I am
not a connoisseur, so would one of you like to order some wine?" I
asked the parents.

"Jim always orders for us," Claire said. "He knows what is good." I
passed the wine list to him and allowed him to choose.

We ordered drinks and our food, and then sat back. I knew that I had
better start, so I looked over at Claire and said, "I have to tell you
that your girls are very nervous right now, so maybe I can just start
by asking how everybody is feeling about this?"

Claire looked at me and smiled. "First, let me tell you that I don't
think that anyone will come to blows tonight. We've all sat down and
talked about this situation, over many drinks, and everyone will be
happy to know that we will go along with whatever makes you happy."

"Oh, mom!" Becky screamed and jumped out of her chair and around the
table. She grabbed her mother and father in a big hug and squeezed
them tight as she cried. Jamie got up as well, albeit more decorously
and went around to do the same to her parents.

After a bit, both girls returned to their seats. I squeezed their
knees and they put their arms around me. Jim said, "Claire said that
we'd go along, but I want to hear from you, Jamie. Is this really what
you want?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she said. "I love both of them so much."

He turned to me and said, "What about you? Are you going to treat my
daughter well? Are you going to hurt her?"

"As I told your wife," I replied, "I may hurt her occasionally; that
happens in any relationship. However, I love her very much, and I
would never do anything that I thought would seriously hurt her."

The drinks arrived then, and Jim was busy trying and approving the
wine. After the waiters left, Jim turned to his right and said, "Cin,
you've been staying with them for a while. What do you think of their
relationship?"

"Well, it is not a relationship that I'm used to seeing," she
said. "But they are disgustingly happy with each other. I think there
is a good chance it will work out; at least as good a chance as some
normal marriages that I've seen."

"Well, I'm not sure how I'm going to explain this to my friends and
the rest of my family, Jules, but I'll give you my blessing," Jim said
gruffly. Jamie popped up out of her seat again and ran to her
father. After a long hug, she returned to the seat next to mine.

Becky looked expectantly at her father. Her father glanced at Chrissy
and said, "Would you care to explain what you meant when you said that
Chrissy was yours?"

"Mom explained to you that Jamie and I have offered ourselves as
slaves," Becky explained. "While we were getting into this new
relationship, we came across Chrissy, and she has agreed to be my
slave. That is what I meant when I said that she was mine." As she
said that, she reached over and took hold of Chrissy's leash.

"Interesting jewelry," Amy observed, looking pointedly at the collars
that each of them was wearing. While only Chrissy's leash was outside
her dress, once its function was known, it was clear that the others
had leashes as well. Becky pulled her leash out and handed it to
me. Jamie saw what she was doing and did the same.

"This is getting a little intense," Claire said.

I took Becky's leash and slipped it back into her dress, and did the
same for Jamie. "The girls are just nervous, and Becky is trying to
put on a brave front. However what Becky said is correct. Chrissy is
hers, not mine. This Saturday Becky and Jamie will be mine, but
Chrissy will remain with Becky."

"I don't understand any of this," Jake said.

"Sometimes I feel like I don't either," I said. "It is hard to
understand unless you are part of it. Ask Cindy. She's been living in
our house for a while, watching us interact, and she still doesn't
completely understand why the girls are doing what they are. As I
said, I don't always understand why they are doing this. But I do know
that it makes them happy, and it makes me happy, and it makes Chrissy
happy. I don't know if this will last forever, but I want it to, and I
will do everything I can to continue to make all of us happy."

"I guess that is all any parent can ask," Amy said. "So will that make
you our son-in-law?"

"For all intents and purposes," I said with a smile. "Shall I call you
Mom?"

"Amy is fine for now," she replied.

"You do realize that this is going to cause you problems in society,"
Jake pointed out.

"I know, Daddy," Becky responded. "We've talked about this
extensively. Believe me, telling you was the hardest thing that Jamie
and I have had to do. But I don't think that any of us will be running
for office, and as for the people who can't accept us for who we are,
screw them! I know gays and lesbians that have kids, and they face the
same kind of problems, but they love each other, so they work through
them. We might be slightly less main stream, but our friends have
already accepted us, and our families have already accepted us, and we
accept ourselves. Anyone else doesn't matter."

"As long as you've thought this through, baby," he said.

The appetizers came, and we all started digging in. When we'd made a
dent in them, Becky said, "Daddy, can I ask you a favor?"

"What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Will you walk me down the aisle?" Becky said quietly. I could tell
that she was really putting herself out there, and that if he said no
it would crush her.

"I know that you told your mother that you would be having a ceremony,
but is it a real wedding?" he asked, surprised.

"It's not traditional," I answered, "but we consider it a real
wedding. There won't be a priest or minister or rabbi, but the girls
will at least start the evening wearing modified wedding dresses. They
will offer themselves to me, and I will accept them; we have each come
up with our own vows. They will each have a maid of honor and as Becky
has asked, they would like their fathers to give them away.

"I should warn you, however, as I did your wives, that this ceremony
will veer quite a bit from a traditional one. Not the least of which
will be the fact that by the time the ceremony is over, both of these
beautiful women will be naked. They have asked for, and I will be
giving them, marks to show that they are mine. When you walk them down
the aisle, however, they will be fully clothed."

"It's been a long time since I have seen my daughter without clothes,"
Jim said. "I think I was changing her diapers at the time."

"I've grown up a little since then, Daddy," Jamie said tartly, and the
couples across from us laughed.

"I have to admit that I am not very comfortable with any of this,"
Jake said, "but I can see that it means a lot to you, and you are my
only child, so I will do as you ask." This caused Becky to pop up and
run around the table again. It probably would be easier if she was
seated next to him.

"Well, Jamie is not my only child," Jim said, looking at Cindy.

"Daddy!" Cindy said, shocked. "If you do not walk Jamie down the
aisle, I promise you that you will not be walking me down either!"

"I was kidding!" Jim said. "Sheesh, Cindy! Don't take everything so
literally! Of course I'll walk Jamie down the aisle, though I am not
any more comfortable about this than Jake is." This time, it was Jamie
that popped up, but she stopped at Cindy first and gave her a hug,
before proceeding on to her father.

"So do you want to give us more details about this ceremony?" Claire
asked Becky after everyone had reseated themselves.

"I don't know anything about it," Becky replied. "My only
contributions are my vows, my heart and my body. Everything else my
Master is taking care of, with my slave's help." She lowered her voice
to a conspiratorial whisper and said, "Maybe he is afraid that if he
doesn't surprise me, I'll run away screaming."

Cindy snorted, "Like that is ever going to happen!"

Claire turned to me and asked, "Anything that you can tell us?"

"It will be reversed from many weddings," I explained to
everyone. "The reception will be first, and the girls will be dressed
in their wedding gowns. They are fairly easy to move in, so they
should be able to mingle. When the time for the ceremony comes, they
will walk down the aisle, accompanied by their fathers. They will
kneel down and present their vows, then their maids of honor will
start removing their dresses. I will then make my vows to them, and
then I will collar and mark them. Some things will be done right
there, and some things will be done beforehand but unveiled at the
ceremony. After the ceremony is completed, we will leave for a private
ceremony."

This was the first that the girls had heard of this, so they were
extremely interested. Claire asked, "Who are the maids of honor?"

"That is up to the girls," I said.

Becky and Jamie looked at each other and I could see them thinking
over the choices. Becky said, "Chrissy."

Chrissy looked very happy at the choice, but I said, "I'm sorry,
Becky, but Chrissy will be assisting in a number of other ways. Don't
worry; she will be part of the ceremony. Choose someone else."

She thought for just a moment, and then said, "Jill."

I nodded and looked at Jamie. She looked at her sister and said,
"Cindy, will you be my maid of honor?"

"A maid to a slave," she mused. "What does that make me?"

"Someone that Jamie loves very much," I replied.

"I was only joking!" Cindy exclaimed. "I'd be honored Jamie." More
hugging and kissing ensued.

We continued dinner, and while it was perhaps not the most comfortable
dinner I'd ever been to, it went fairly well. Before dessert, however,
Jake said, "Why don't us menfolk go to the bar for a cigar and a
brandy?" While I don't smoke or drink brandy, I figured there might be
a different reason, so I went along.

We got to the bar and Jake and Jim lit up their cigars. They offered
me one, but I declined. I asked, "Am I to presume that there was more
to this than just a cigar?"

"Yup," Jim replied, drawing deeply on his cigar. He slowly blew out
the smoke before he elaborated. "Our wives have been working us over
to accept this choice that our daughters have made. The girls have
convinced them that if we don't accept, then they will go ahead anyway
and we will lose any relationship that we have with them. But we want
you to understand something. While we are going along with this, you
are getting a lot of control over our daughters. I won't claim to
understand why they are doing this, but you need to know that if you
hurt our babies, we will come after you. They appear to love you, and
you appear to love them, but they are still letting you be in
control. So if one of them gets hurt, we will hold you personally
responsible, do you understand?"

"Yes, Jim, I do," I replied. "I appreciate that the two of you are
concerned; I would be in your place as well. I want to assure you that
I have the best interest of all of us at heart. I do love them. I
think that the worst that will happen is this whole relationship won't
work out, and we will go our separate ways. Again, worst case, Becky's
and Jamie's relationship will be destroyed. But if you are worried
about me locking them in the basement and starving and beating them to
within an inch of their lives, then you should know that is not
something that I am interested in or capable of doing.

"I will treat them lovingly within the bounds of the arrangement that
we have. I will hurt them physically occasionally. I will spank them,
and when they deserve it I may whip them. In some cases I will
humiliate them. But it is all within the boundaries that we have set,
and they accept it. In fact, they usually push me further than I would
have gone. But I will never hurt them permanently, and I would never
hurt them in any real way. As I said, I truly love them."

"Well, I am not happy hearing about my daughter getting hurt," Jim
said, "but she is a grown woman, and if this is how she chooses to
live, I won't stop her. Lord knows that she deserved to be spanked
more when she was growing up!"

"Well rest assured, she will be much better behaved in the future," I
said.

"And if she is not?" he asked with a smile.

"Just let me know, and we will address that," I said. "It would
certainly drive a lesson home for her to get a bare bottom spanking in
front of her mother and father."

Jake leaned back and took another puff. He said, "With that out of the
way, I have to admit that I am a little envious of you, in more ways
than one. Most men have one woman who is usually not very interested
in obedience. You have two, no three, beautiful women who are willing
to be completely obedient. It is something nice to think about. And
Claire tells us that the girls occasionally provide you with someone
else as well." He shook his head in appreciation.

"Well, I am the first to admit that I am living a dream," I said. "A
month ago I was one of those men who put up with anything that their
girlfriends wanted. I decided not to anymore, and it turned out better
than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams."

I took a sip of my drink (Coke, not brandy), and I continued, "I would
not normally suggest how people run their private lives, but I have a
suggestion for you. You're wives have been pushing for you to accept
your daughters' choices. This might be a good time to suggest that
they see how they would feel being in their daughters' place. At the
very worst they will say no. At best, who knows where it would lead?"

The two men looked at each other. They didn't say anything, but a
meaningful glance passed between them as they leaned back and took
deep drags on their cigars. A short time later we rejoined the ladies
for our desserts. Both Becky and Jamie grabbed my hands when I
returned, clearly wondering what was up with their dads. Becky, the
little slut, pulled my hand under her skirt to show me that she was
very wet. I glanced up and saw that her mother had noticed what Becky
had done; Claire dropped her eyes and blushed.

We finished dessert and said our goodbyes to the parents, then headed
back home in a cab. They must have arranged something while I was
away, because instead of the seating arrangements we had going to the
restaurant, going home they put me in the middle, with Jamie on
Cindy's lap and Becky on Chrissy's. That gave both my little slaves
access to me, which they used extensively. They both grabbed me and
kissed me as soon as we were on our way.

"Sir, that went better than I could have possibly hoped!" Becky
exclaimed. "What happened before dessert with you and Daddy?"

"They wanted to make sure that I understood that if I hurt their
babies that they would come after me," I told them. "Pretty much the
same speech that I got from your mothers. After that was over though,
they told me that they wish that they were in my position: three
beautiful women at their beck and call."

"They didn't!" Becky exclaimed.

"Pretty much they did," I replied. "In fact, I told them that since
your mothers had pushed them to accept your choices, maybe they would
be willing to experiment with it to see how it felt."

"Oh my god! You are looking for a mother / daughter thing!" Cindy
shrieked.

"I am not!" I laughed. "I just thought, maybe the acorn doesn't fall
far from the tree. Like mother, like daughter. If it makes everyone
happy..."

Becky and Jamie gaped at each other for a second, then Becky grabbed
for her bag. She got her cell phone out and made a call. "Mother," she
said, "I need you to do me a favor. Do whatever Daddy asks of you
tonight... Don't worry, just do it for me. And also, tell Amy she
should do what Jim asks... Oh god, mother! I didn't mean in front of
them. I'll talk to you tomorrow!" She hung up and put her phone away.

"Did you just tell our mothers to serve our fathers like we serve our
Master?" Jamie asked in amazement.

"Yup!" Becky replied happily.

"How could you do that?" Jamie asked.

"I want them to know what it feels like," she responded. Then she
looked back at me and asked slyly, "What would you do if my mother
showed up on your doorstep one Tuesday evening?"

"Oh my god, what have I started?" I groaned. Becky attacked me with
her lips, and luckily we had just pulled up to the house, or she might
have gone farther. I paid the driver and we all went inside.

As soon as we got into the door, the girls all dropped their clothes,
including Cindy. I looked at her questioningly and she shrugged and
with a smile said, "When in Rome..."

I walked to the study and they all followed. I got to the couch and
dragged Cindy over my lap. I gave her five hard swats on her ass. When
I released her, she jumped up and held her ass. "What was that for?"
she asked.

"I told you that if you teased me, you would be spanked," I replied.

"I wasn't teasing!" she responded defiantly.

"No?" I asked. "Then blow me."

She dropped to her knees in front of me and the others watched in
amazement as she fished my cock out and started giving me quite
excellent head. She looked up at me, as if to say, 'I told you so!' I
let her get me all worked up, then I pulled her head off of my
cock. Looking right into her eyes I said, "Chrissy, take this slut to
her room. You are to make her cum as much as she wants, and she is to
do the same to you. In the morning, I want you to tell me if she
satisfied you. If she hasn't, we'll punish her together."

"Yes, sir!" Chrissy replied happily, and dragged a surprised Cindy
away by her hand.

I looked up at my remaining two slaves. "Well, my loves, shall we go
to bed?" They looked at each other, then grinned and pulled me to my
feet and hustled me upstairs, my cock sticking out of my pants and
leading the way.

As we passed Cindy's room, I could hear her moans rising. I opened the
door and we all stepped in. Cindy was on her back, Chrissy's head
between her legs and her feet wrapped around Chrissy's
shoulders. Cindy noticed our presence and blushed, but continued
moaning. "Leave your door open," I told her. "I want to hear you all
night." I pulled the girls out and dragged them to our room, leaving
our door open as well.

We fell onto the bed, the girls ripping my clothes off. We heard Cindy
scream, then a minute later we heard Chrissy start to moan as they
switched positions. Jamie fell back onto the bed and Becky positioned
herself between Jamie's thighs. She looked back at me and said, "Fuck
me, sir! I am so hot!" She turned her head around and shot her tongue
deep into Jamie's wet hole.

I positioned my cock at Becky's cunt and pushed all the way in. I
looked up at Jamie, and her eyes were closed. We were all relatively
quiet, listening to Chrissy's rising crescendo. "Are you imagining
that it is you, Jamie? Are you thinking about having Cindy between
your legs, bringing you off like she is doing to Chrissy?"

"Oh, sir, I am!" Jamie said without hesitation. "I can imagine her
naked body between my legs."

"Tell her how she is making you feel," I instructed.

"Yeah, tell me sis," Becky said, in a reasonable approximation of
Cindy's voice.

"Oh, god, Cindy!" Jamie shrieked, "You eat me soooo good! I am so glad
you are finally eating me! I love it! Make me cum Cindy!" And Jamie
came. There was a reduction of noise from the other room, then Chrissy
shrieked in orgasm as Cindy attacked her.

Jamie started coming down, so I shifted my attention to the woman with
my cock buried in her. "And you, you slut," I said, slapping her
ass. "Whoring women for me is one thing, but for your father? You
realize that you gave him a slave for the night? He is going to do
lecherous things to your mother. He might have her in just this
position. Maybe he is thinking, I am going to fuck her like a
bitch. She's my bitch. And if she behaved anything like you did, he is
probably spanking her ass like I am doing yours!"

I leaned forward so that I could whisper in her ear, "And if your
father is anything like me, he is looking at the beautiful ass in
front of him and saying, 'I'm finally going to get a piece of that!'"
I sat back up and pulled my cock out of her cunt and pushed it slowly
into her ass.

"Right now, your mother is probably getting her ass fucked, maybe for
the first time," I said. "What would you be saying if it was you in
her place? What are you thinking, Claire?"

"Oh, Jake! Fuck my ass!" she replied, panting. "Make my ass yours!
Make me yours. I'll be your slave forever if you just keep fucking me
so good! Fuck my hot, tight, virgin assssss!" she shrieked as she
came. Half way through her orgasm she lurched forward, pulling off of
my cock and falling onto Jamie's stomach. I was pretty close, so I
moved up the bed and jerked myself until I came, splattering my cum
all over Becky's face and Jamie's stomach and tits. Then I collapsed
with my head next to Jamie's.

We all lay there, none of us up to even cleaning ourselves off. I
watched the cum drip off of Becky's cheek as she lay panting on
Jamie's stomach. As we relaxed, we heard Cindy crying from the next
room, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over again.

Becky eventually started moving her head back to my cock, but I told
her, "Stay there. I like looking at you like that." She smiled up at
me and started running her fingertip through the puddles of cum.

When we had relaxed enough to talk, I said, "I told you what happened
between your fathers and me before dessert. What happened with you and
your mothers?"

"They tried giving us a talk about the facts of life, if you can
believe it," Jamie replied. "My mom said, 'I know it's probably silly
at this point, but since you are getting married, is there anything
that you think you need to know about anything?' She was blushing
furiously, and while I think she meant it open ended, so that she
could answer any question about married life, she clearly also meant
about sex.

"Cindy again broke the ice by saying, 'Geez mom! She should be the one
telling you about the facts of life!' Everyone laughed, but then they
got a little more serious, telling us about how we should make sure to
make ourselves happy in addition to making you happy. Becky told her
mom, 'Don't worry, he makes me _very_ happy!' and you could
tell that she was thinking exactly about how happy you make her,
because she was squirming in her seat.

"Claire said, 'Do you ever think about anything other than sex any
more?' and Becky said, 'Why should I have to? I have a master to think
about everything else!' That shut Claire up! That was pretty much the
end of our discussions. Now that we know what might happen to them
tonight, maybe Cindy was right; we should have taught them a thing or
two!"

We lay there for a few more minutes, listening to the moans and
screams coming from the other room. Then I told them, "I canceled our
dinner plans for tomorrow night. After work tomorrow, I want everyone
in the house wearing clothes. Tomorrow I will not be your Master, just
a boyfriend. I want to have one more night of things back to the way
that they were before you make any permanent decision."

"I don't need that, sir!" Becky protested.

I looked at her and said, "Tonight, I am your Master, and I am telling
you that you will do this. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, meekly.

"Now clean off your sister slave, so that I can have a turn with her,"
I instructed. "Maybe while she is fucking me, I will tell her about
the discussion I had about her with her father." Becky cleaned Jamie
off with her tongue, then sucked me back to rigidity.

Jamie climbed on top of me and started riding me. I watched her
beautiful tits bouncing around as I ran my fingers lightly around her
nipples. Then I pulled her down so that her face was right near mine
and asked, "Shall I tell you about what your father and I discussed
about you?" She nodded, so I continued. "He said that when you were
younger, you could have used more spanking. I told him not to worry,
that it won't be a problem in the future. I told him, in fact, that if
he ever saw you misbehaving, a punishment that might work would be a
bare bottom spanking in front of him and your mother." Jamie gasped
when I said that.

"How would you like that?" I asked. "We'd be in their house and I'd
pull up your skirt and bend you over, and as they watched I would
spank your ass." As I said it, I spanked her ass. "Or maybe they would
watch as I fucked you like this, and Becky administered the spanking?"
Becky picked up on this and swatted Jamie's ass. Jamie moaned and
fucked onto me hard. Each time that she raised herself on my cock,
Becky pushed her back down on me with a smack on her ass. In no time
she was bouncing up and down on me, and Becky was keeping time. Then
she slammed down on me, cumming, while Becky rained spanks on her ass.

When she was finished cumming, Becky stopped spanking and started
rubbing her ass, but Jamie said, "No, he hasn't cum yet. I didn't
finish my task. Keep spanking me until he cums in me!" Jamie raised
herself up a little and fed me a nipple as she began rotating her
hips. Becky, meanwhile, started beating a rhythm on Jamie's ass. Jamie
was chanting, "Cum in your slave!" while she moved, so she did not
have to put up with Becky's spanking for too long before I was
splashing the walls of her cunt with my cum.

Jamie collapsed on me while Becky kissed her ass to make it
better. When I had shrunk a little, Becky pulled me out of Jamie and
cleaned off my cock. Then she came up to snuggle next to us and we all
went to sleep, lulled by the sounds of moaning from Cindy's room.

Towards the morning, I had to get up to use the bathroom. Coming back
I noticed that Chrissy was back in her doggie bed, and she was wrapped
around Cindy. My life just kept getting weirder and better.

*Thursday - Day 34*

As I awoke on Thursday, I felt Becky's talented tongue on my
cock. "I'm not your master today," I told her.

"Can't a girl suck off her boyfriend in the morning?" she asked,
winking at me. Remembering how much I had wanted this when I was just
her boyfriend, I shut my mouth and enjoyed. I looked down and saw
Chrissy watching us from her doggie bed, her chin on the foot of the
bed. Cindy's face peeked over Chrissy's shoulder, and I could see that
Cindy's hands were wrapped around Chrissy's body and moving in
interesting ways.

Given how good Becky had gotten at oral sex, I did not last very
long. Before she left for work she kissed me and said, "Good
bye... boyfriend."

"I'm not joking, Becky," I told her. "I want you to get a final taste
of a normal relationship before you choose. I want all of you dressed
when I get home. I'd like us to go out to dinner together and then
spend some nice time just being together at home. Don't forget to call
Jill, though, and ask her if she will be your maid of honor."

"Yes, sir," she replied, teasingly. It was a good thing for her that
she wasn't my slave today, or she would have had a very red ass.

I got up and got ready for work. It was a little disconcerting,
because everywhere I went I felt Cindy's eyes tracking me. On a trip
through the bedroom I asked Chrissy, "Did she satisfy you last night?"

"Oh, yes sir!" Chrissy replied. "I would have loved to see you punish
her, but I can't lie; she was amazing."

"And what about you?" I asked Cindy. "Were you satisfied?"

"You could hear that I was," Cindy said.

"Were you satisfied enough?" I countered.

"Any more satisfied and I would have passed out," she replied.

"How did you end up there?" I asked, nodding at the doggy bed.

"I was comfortable sleeping with Chrissy," she answered, "but she said
she felt uneasy being away from her Mistress, so I joined her. I
didn't realize that dog beds were this comfortable," she said,
bouncing up and down.

"Well, it was made for a large bitch," I said with a smile.

Cindy ran her fingers through Chrissy's hair. "Well, this bitch isn't
that large, but she is very playful," she said.

"Woof," was Chrissy's response.

I went over to wake up Jamie. When I kissed her and shook her
shoulder, she moaned, "I don't wanna wake up."

I slapped her ass and said it was time for her to wake up. "You're not
the boss of me today!" she argued, pulling the pillow over her head.

"I bet I can get her up," Cindy said. She scrambled up onto the bed
and kneeled by Jamie's feet. She leaned over and ran her tongue up the
back of Jamie's leg to her knee. She continued up the back of her
thigh until she had nearly reached Jamie's ass. Jamie moaned in
pleasure, and Cindy said, "Feels good, does it?"

Jamie jumped forward and rolled over, pulling the sheet to cover her
front as she realized that it was her sister making her feel so
good. She looked at her sister with wide eyes. Cindy got up, kneeled
in front of her and said, "Too bad he's not your Master today, of he
might have ordered me to finish what I started." She kissed Jamie on
the tip of her nose and went back to lie in Chrissy's bed.

"It looks like you are up now," I said to a very conflicted
Jamie. "I'm going to work today. We'll all go out when I get home." I
kissed her and left for work.

+++++

I left work early and met with Chrissy and Cindy. As untraditional and
informal as it might have been, there were still a ton of details that
needed to be worked out for our wedding. We went to the dress shop
where we met Jill. She was very excited.

"Becky asked me to be her bridesmaid, but she said to ask you what my
duties would be," she said.

"Well, it's your job to lead Becky through the day. I'd actually
appreciate it if you slept over on Friday night. The girls are going
to have some things done to them on Friday night to prepare for the
ceremony, and we could use your help with that. Then, on Saturday, you
will need to dress Becky, lead her to the ceremony, and during the
ceremony, you will have to undress her.

"Both of you will need to be with your brides constantly from Friday
afternoon through the end of the private ceremony we will be having
after the public one. I don't want them left alone for anything. When
they are showering, I want you to wash their bodies. If they have to
take a dump, I want you there with the toilet paper. I'm sorry if I'm
being too graphic, but I really want you with them constantly. Are the
two of you up for that?"

Cindy nodded her head immediately, but Jill looked questioningly at
me. "What have I gotten myself in for?"

"I should have warned you in advance," I told her. "I basically want
her guarded. I want to know that someone who cares for her is with her
the whole time. And I want you to watch her. I want to be sure that
each of them is sure about what she is agreeing to, and if not, I want
to know. I am more than willing to postpone or cancel this ceremony if
they are not 100% sure.

"Additionally, on Friday night they are having some things done to
them that they cannot see until you unveil them during the ceremony. I
want you to make sure that they don't peek. Finally, as I mentioned,
after the public ceremony there will be a private one. The only
participants will be me, the girls, Chrissy and you two. During this
ceremony I will be taking each of them, sexually. If it is not too
much, I want you to hold them when I take them. I ask you again, are
you two up for this?"

Cindy once again nodded, and Jill did the same. "If nothing else, it
will be an experience that I've never had before," she said.

I smiled at her in gratitude, and the four of us went into the dress
shop. Michelle was there, looking a little harried. "You are not here
to pick up the dresses are you?" she asked brusquely.

"No, that's still tomorrow," I reassured her. "If you have something
that we could see, that would be great, but we're here to pick up the
bridesmaid dresses." Chrissy had called to make arrangements for
appropriate dresses for her and the two maids of honor. Michelle
pulled them out for us to examine.

The dresses were identical in style. They had a low-cut neck line, and
virtually no back. The dress gathered at the hips, then flared out to
a short skirt. They were quite sexy for bridesmaids' dresses, but
fairly modest compared to the brides' dresses. Predictably, Jill, as
Becky's maid of honor, had a green dress, Cindy's was blue, and
Chrissy's was her traditional red.

The girls went to try the dresses on. When they came out, I whistled
in appreciation; they looked hot. I circled my finger, indicating they
should twirl. They all did, and I noticed something
immediately. "Chrissy, you are dressed appropriately, but Cindy and
Jill, panties are definitely not called for."

Cindy smiled and shimmied out of her underwear. Jill just looked at me
with a shocked expression. Then she shook her head and smiled at
me. "You are a dangerous man!" She reached under her skirt and pulled
her panties down as well. "If you had told me a week ago that I would
be attending a reception with a short dress and no panties, I would
have laughed at you. Now here I am, in a tiny dress and no
underwear. How do you talk me into these things?"

I smiled and said, "I don't talk you into things, I just ask."

Michelle had been watching our little byplay from the sidelines, and
she laughed. "That's what makes you dangerous," she said. "Now if you
are done, leave so that I can finish the dresses. Besides, if you keep
that up for much longer, you'll all be stripped and doing it on the
floor!"

"Can we take a peek at the dresses before we go?" I asked.

"No! Come back tomorrow," she said. The girls changed back into their
street clothes and we left.

"Are you sure you are OK with everything I'm asking of you?" I asked
Jill.

"I'll burn in hell, but yeah," she said. "But if all our friends get a
look at my pussy, you are going to owe me!"

"I think I could come up with adequate payment," I said smiling. I
kissed her cheek and she went back to work.

"How come you didn't ask me if I am OK with it?" Cindy asked.

"Because I know you are," I told her. "I just hope your parents don't
get pissed at me for dragging you into this."

"Don't worry, they'll be fine," she assured me. "Where to next?"

I had a number of other stops, such as the florist and party supply
store and a few other places. I also had to pick up the jewelry that I
had ordered. As we went from stop to stop I noticed that Cindy was
very friendly with Chrissy. As we were going home, I asked Chrissy to
give Cindy and me a few minutes alone. She did as I asked, of course.

"I notice that you and Chrissy are getting very chummy," I said.

"Isn't that what you intended last night?" she asked.

"Not really," I replied. "I wanted to reward the two of you. And I am
very glad that you are getting along. But I need you to remember that
Chrissy is Becky's slave. She is having fun with you, but she is not
going to be your girlfriend. Do you understand that?"

"Of course, you goofball," she laughed at me. "I enjoyed Chrissy last
night, and I'm having fun with her today. But it's just fun. I know
that it won't go anywhere. Just like I don't want a boyfriend, I don't
want a girlfriend. Man, don't take life so seriously!" I was glad to
see that I was reading too much into the flirting that they were
doing.

We got home, and Becky was already there, and she was still dressed in
her work clothes. "This feels so weird," she said. "Do you realize
this is only the third time I've ever been in this house with clothes
on? The only other times were on our first tour and at the party! I
feel so overdressed. I hope that when you said stay dressed, you
didn't mean that I needed to wear underwear."

"Let's not go overboard!" I said with a smile.

"Good!" she said, giving me a kiss. "Welcome home, 'boyfriend'."

"It's good to be home with you, 'girlfriend'," I replied. Just then
Jamie walked through the door. "Ahhh, my other girlfriend. Welcome
home, girlfriend." She looked a little confused as she kissed me,
which made Becky laugh.

"So what is the plan for tonight?" Becky asked.

"I thought we'd go out to dinner," I replied. "Where would you like to
go?"

"Where would I like to go?" Becky asked in a surprised tone. "I just
realized that I haven't picked where we were going to eat in over a
month! I don't remember how to choose anymore!"

"I think you remember just fine," I said, smiling again. She really
was quite the actor. "Why don't the four of you decide what you'd like
to do tonight, and we'll go out together. I'm just going to put my
packages away and freshen up."

"What did you get, sir?" Jamie asked. "Whoops, I mean what did you
get?"

"None of your business," I answered. "You'll find out on Saturday." I
headed upstairs to take a shower.

When I finished dressing, I went downstairs. The girls had changed,
and while they were wearing their standard colors, they weren't
wearing the same outfits. Jamie saw me looking them over and said, "We
are starting to build quite a monochromatic wardrobe, albeit each of
us in a different color."

"You look great to me," I said. "Any decisions?"

"Yup!" Becky said. "Let's go."

We went out to eat, squeezing into a cab again. When we sat down at
the table, Becky said, "I guess I'm going to have to order for myself,
too."

I nodded and she went on, "It's funny how fast you can get used to
something." We had a lovely dinner, talking about many things, but
avoiding topics like sexual slavery or weddings. The restaurant wasn't
too far from our house, so I asked the women if they'd like to take a
nice walk home. They agreed, and we strolled amiably home.

At home, we adjourned to the study to snuggle and watch TV. The girls
were right; it was weird having them wear clothing. Nonetheless, it
was a reminder of what life had been like, albeit now with four women
present instead of one, and at least two of them, perhaps more,
lusting after me.

After the movie that we were watching was over, we retired up to
bed. I went to the bathroom to prepare for bed, and when I came out
Chrissy and Cindy were gone, and Becky and Jamie were on the bed,
naked. "I understand what you are doing," Jamie said, "but I hope you
didn't expect that we would act all prim and proper now."

I smiled at her expression. "No, I don't expect prim and proper," I
replied. "Hot and slutty would be nice. But it's hot and slutty with a
guy that the two of you want to share, not with your Master."

"I can live with that," Becky said. "In fact, if you are not giving
the orders, then get that sexy cock of yours into me now!" She laid
back, spread her legs, then used her fingers to spread her pussy open.

"Not so fast, sister!" Jamie said. "If you are going to get his cock
first, than I am at least going to take a taste!" She kneeled down in
front of me and took my cock halfway into her mouth, then spiraled her
mouth around it as she pulled off. "Plus, you want me to get it all
wet for you, don't you?"

"I'm wet enough, damn it!" she said, proving it by dipping two fingers
halfway into her cunt and pulling them out to lick off the excess
moisture. "If you are so horny, you can ride my face while he fucks
me! Just bring him over here!" Jamie complied, pulling me by my
cock. She moved out from between us and I slid into Becky in one wet
thrust.

"Oh, yeah!" Becky moaned.

I started slowly rocking in and out and asked her, "How do you want it
sweetheart? What would make you feel good?"

Becky thought about it for a minute, and then suddenly stopped
moving. She looked at me with a mildly shocked expression on her
face. "Do you know what I realized would make me feel the best?" she
asked.

"Tell me and I'll do it," I replied.

"Use me!" she said. "I just realized that what I like best is when you
use me for your pleasure. You said you'd do what ever I wanted, so use
me. Fuck me however you want. I'm yours tonight, and forever!" With
that she grabbed my head and kissed me deeply, while her hips started
moving again, fucking her whole body into mine.

"Me, too," Jamie whispered, from next to us.

"What?" I asked.

"I thought about it," she responded, "and I cannot think of any way
that I want it differently than how you already do it to me! How is
that possible?"

"Because I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth," I replied,
and I truly meant it. They were completely sincere, and when they
offered themselves to me on Saturday, and I now had no doubt that they
would, I would happily accept them with no reservations. It's corny
and trite, but I honestly felt that we had found in each other what
each of us needed. I knew that we would be together for a very long
time.

I contemplated that thought for a minute, and then I realized that I
had an amazingly hot and wet pussy grasping at my cock. I looked at
Becky and she asked, "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking how much I love you, both of you, and how happy we are
going to be," I said.

She smiled hugely, and grabbed me again. I started fucking her harder,
and she was shortly screaming in pleasure. I grabbed her wrists and
held them over her head while I whispered in her ear. "You are mine,
and I will never give you up. I own you." When she heard me, she
shuddered and came.

I kissed her lovingly and rolled off. Jamie moved over to me and
swiped at my cock with her tongue, tasting Becky on me before she
straddled me and sank down on my rod. She leaned forward so that her
nipples just brushed my chest. "I don't know if I ever really thanked
you and Becky for allowing me to join you. You both make me so happy,
and I will be extremely proud to offer myself to you on Saturday."

"I will be just as proud to accept," I said with a loving smile. She
kissed me, and then began rocking her hips. She started slowly, but
over time moved faster and faster. Just before I was going to cum,
Jamie's body locked on top of mine, and I felt her fluids pouring over
my crotch. I shot my load into her as Jamie collapsed on my chest,
breathing heavily. Becky let us stay that way for a minute, but then
she pulled Jamie's hips up. My cock popped out of Jamie and our mixed
juices came pouring out of her. Becky wormed her way between our legs
and began licking our combined spend.

"You ladies had better get all you need tonight, because tomorrow
night we are not sleeping together."

"What! Why not?" Jamie asked.

"From the time that you get home from work tomorrow, your maids of
honor will be with you," I explained. "They will take care of you, and
you will sleep in your own rooms. I will sleep in my own room as well,
and this room will remain empty. You may not cum between tonight and
when I take you during our wedding. The next time that I take you
after tonight, it will be as your owner."

I felt Becky shudder on my legs and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Oh, yes, I think I just came a little," she explained. "If we aren't
going to sleep together at all tomorrow, you'd better get ready for
more tonight!" She wasn't kidding, and she and Jamie nursed me through
two more orgasms, while I lost count of the number that they had. When
they had finally worn me out, they each snuggled tightly into me, our
legs intertwined, and we fell asleep to the sound of each other's
breathing.

*Friday - Day 35*

I awoke in the morning to the feeling of Becky's mouth on my
cock. "Hey, I thought I told you that we wouldn't be doing this
today," I said.

"Really?" she asked, after she popped her mouth off of my cock. "I
thought it was just no sex tonight. I didn't know that you meant no
morning blow job today!"

"Well I did," I said. My dick was yelling at me for not allowing Becky
to finish what she had started.

"Can I at least suck out any cum that is left in Jamie?" she asked
with a pout.

"No, you cum hungry slut!" I said. "Go to work, finish up what you
need to before our vacation, and then come home on time. There is a
lot to do today!"

"OK, sir," she said sulkily. She went off to work, and in a short time
I got Jamie up and sent her off as well. I had taken the day off to
take care of the remainder of the logistics. I looked at the foot of
the bed and Chrissy and Cindy were curled up around each other in
Chrissy's bed, asleep, looking like big puppies.

I woke them up and we went out on our errands. We brought home
everything that we needed; the only things left would be delivered in
the morning. When we arrived back home, Jill was waiting out front.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you so early," I said. "Were you
waiting long?"

"Not too long," she replied. "I was just excited, so I left work early
to come over."

"What are you excited about?" I asked.

"Just being part of this," she said. "It is not something I do every
day. Plus, three of my best friends are getting married at one time;
surely that's something to be excited about."

"If you say so," I said. "I'm excited as well, but I have my own
reasons for that."

We went inside and got some of the items set up. I showed Jill up to
Becky's room, so that she could drop off her stuff. We went back
downstairs as Becky and Jamie were walking in the door.

"How do you guys feel?" I asked.

"Nervous and excited," Becky said, and Jamie nodded. "What about you?"

"I feel the same," I said, giving each of them a big kiss.

"Yeah, but at least you know what to expect," Jamie said. "For us it's
just a big surprise."

"You know most of what will happen already," I countered. "Plus, it's
usually you girls keeping me off guard. I like having it the other way
around, for a change." Becky stuck her tongue out at me, and Jill
smacked her on the ass.

"Be nice to your master!" she admonished. We all looked at her in
shock. "What?" she asked. "You told me it was my job to watch her and
keep her in line, and I take my job seriously." I just shook my
head. She was having way too much fun with this.

"Cindy," I said, "Go bathe Jamie. Make sure she is both clean and
clean shaven. Wash and condition her hair, and when you are done,
dress her in the outfit that I left on the bed." Cindy smiled and
pulled Jamie away. I yelled after them, "You can play, but neither of
you may cum!"

As they reached the top of the stairs, I heard Cindy mutter,
"Spoilsport!"

I turned to Jill and said, "When they are done, do the same for
Becky." Jill smiled at Becky predatorily. Becky looked at me
nervously, but I told her, "You picked her. But the same rule goes for
the two of you."

About an hour later Jamie came down, and Becky went up for her
bath. Jamie was wearing a white silk babydoll with silk opaque
panties. The babydoll was attached at the neck, and flowed down over
her body, flaring at her hips. Her breasts were covered, but her
stomach and legs were exposed. She looked like an innocent, virginal
sex doll. "Did you two have fun?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, sir," Jamie said, looking at her sister affectionately. "It
was heavenly. I felt pampered."

"As well you should, on this day," I said. I led her over to the
table, which I had covered with a thin mattress, on top of which I had
put a pure white sheet. I lifted her up onto the table, and Chrissy
brought me over a package. She opened the box and presented me with a
white leather cuff. I looked directly into Jamie's eyes as I attached
it to her right ankle. Chrissy then gave me the next cuff, which I
attached to her left ankle. I stood up without breaking eye contact
and took the next cuff, which I put on her right wrist, followed by
the last cuff on her left wrist.

"You are getting closer to being mine," I said.

She simply smiled back at me and said, "You are wrong, sir. I am
already yours."

I kissed her lightly on her lips and had her lie down. I handed Cindy
a white leather blindfold and said, "Put this on her, then stand near
her head and hold her hands. I want you to be in contact with her
until this is done."

"Until what is done, sir?" Jamie asked.

"I'll tell you when Becky arrives," I replied. "Meanwhile, you can
just enjoy your sister's touch and the anticipation of what is to
come."

It was about a half hour later when Becky came down, dressed
identically to Jamie. After complimenting her and kissing her, I put
her on the table next to Jamie. "That is soooo sexy," she whispered,
licking her lips. She ran her fingers up Jamie's naked stomach and
Jamie shuddered.

"You will look just as sexy in a minute," I said. I kneeled down in
front of her, and once again Chrissy presented me with the first
cuff. I repeated the procedure on Becky, and by the time the fourth
cuff was on she was breathing heavily. I laid her down and noticed
that she was well on her way to ruining her panties; a large wet spot
was visible right in the middle. Luckily, I had bought a few extra
pairs.

I handed the blindfold to Jill and told her to put it on Becky, and to
hold her hands. I then took Becky's left hand and Jamie's right,
clipped their cuffs together and pulled their hands over their head. I
stepped back and took a look at the picture in front of me.

On the left was Becky, with Jill standing behind her. Jill was holding
her right hand over Becky's head, stretching Becky's stomach taut and
causing her breasts to stand up. She was also holding Becky's left
hand, which was attached to Jamie's right. Cindy was a mirror of Jill,
holding her sister's hands above Jamie's head. I smiled and once again
blessed whatever fates put me in this situation.

"You may be wondering why I asked you all here today," I began, and
the four of them cracked up, relieving the tension slightly. "I have
explained to you that tomorrow I will collar you, and I will mark you
as mine. However marking you during the ceremony would take too long,
unless I chose to brand you." Most of the girls gasped at that
statement, except for Becky, who seemed to get more excited.

"Don't worry, branding is not in your immediate future," I said. "But
you will be tattooed with my mark. Since it will take too long
tomorrow, I am having it done today, however you will not see it until
it is revealed tomorrow. Jill, Cindy, it is your job to take care of
the mark, and to ensure that my lovely slaves do not see it until it
is time. Do you understand?" The two bridesmaids nodded.

Just then the doorbell rang. "Right on time," I said, as Chrissy went
to answer the door.

She returned trailing two people, John and another woman. When they
walked into the room they stopped to register the tableau.

"Wow," the girl said.

"I agree," John said in a quiet voice. Then, shaking himself, he said,
"Sorry for staring. This is Mary. She'll be the other artist today."

"Pleased to meet you," I said, shaking her hand. I shook John's hand
as well, and said, "As you can see, we are ready when you are."

He shook his head again and said, "Point us to where we can wash up,
and we can get started." I had Chrissy show them to the washroom and I
set up their chairs between my girl's legs.

When they came back into the room, John said, "Um, sorry to do this,
but before I begin, I have to make sure that this is what they want."

"Ask them," I said.

"Are the two of you doing this of your own free will?" he asked.

"Oh yes," they said in unison.

I nodded to Chrissy who went to stand between Becky's legs. She slowly
pulled Becky's panties down until they rested on the floor under her
legs. "Ask for it," she whispered to her Mistress.

"Please, sir. Please place my Master's mark on me," Becky asked of
John.

Chrissy then went to Jamie and pulled her panties off as well. When
they were on the floor at Jamie's feet, she whispered, "Ask for it."

Jamie said, "Please, ma'am. Put my Master's mark on me."

Cindy, Jill and I all had smiles on our faces, while the tattoo
artists had slightly awed expressions on theirs. Nonetheless, they
were professionals, so they went to work. They sat down between the
girls legs, got out their tools, and proceeded to apply the mark that
I had designed. Jill looked very curiously at it, though Chrissy knew
what it was. They worked for quite a while, making sure it was
perfect. When they were done, they stepped back so that I could
examine their work.

"Perfect," I told them. I turned to the girls and asked, "Are you OK?"
They nodded. "How does it feel to wear my mark?" I asked.

"Are you sure that you won't take us to bed tonight, Master?" Becky
asked.

"Not tonight," I responded with a warm smile, "but tomorrow, after
you've seen it."

"Very well, sir," Becky said.

I thanked John and Mary and Chrissy showed them to the door. While she
was out of the room, I examined my girls. I felt committed now. While
nowadays tattoos can be removed, this was the most permanent thing
that I'd done to show my ownership. It made me feel warm inside.

When Chrissy returned, she crouched at Becky's feet and pulled her
panties back on. She whispered, "You didn't thank him."

"Oh, you are so right my darling Chrissy!" she said. "Thank you, sir,
for marking me!"

"You can thank me tomorrow," I said.

Chrissy moved to Jamie and replaced her panties as well. I reached
between the girls and unclipped their hands, and Jill and Cindy helped
the girls sit up. They removed the blindfolds and Becky reached over
and hugged me. She whispered, "Thank you," in my ear. When she moved
away, Jamie hugged me as well.

"Time for bed, everyone," I said. "You may not remove the cuffs; I am
the only one that may remove them for you for any reason. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir," they both replied.

"You may sleep in the lingerie, or not, but the panties stay on," I
continued. "Now come here so that I can kiss you goodnight and show
you how much I will miss you tonight." They came to me and I hugged
them both close to me. I turned to Becky and wrapped my arms around
her, giving her a deep, probing kiss. I then did the same to Jamie.

Finally, I turned to Jill and Cindy and said, "Make them comfortable
tonight. They may sleep a little late in the morning, but bring them
to me when they wake up." Jill smiled at me and Cindy curtsied to me
with a mocking smile on her face. Cindy took Jamie's hand, Jill took
Becky's and I took Chrissy's and we all walked upstairs. Our main
bedroom remained empty as we all went to our respective bedrooms.

After getting ready for bed, I stripped off and lay down in the
bed. Chrissy stood at the foot of the bed and asked, "How do you want
me, sir?"

I smiled at her and said, "I want you stripped naked and lying in my
arms. I want your body against mine all night, but no sex; if the
girls can't have any, I won't either."

She pulled her clothes off and stretched out along my body. I may have
said no sex, but my cock indicated it did not agree. I ignored it and
let it enjoy itself in the crack of Chrissy's ass, as I went to sleep,
dreaming of tomorrow.

*Saturday - Day 36*

I woke up in the morning of my wedding when Jill led Becky into the
room. "She couldn't sleep," Jill explained. "She says she misses the
feeling of a cock in her mouth in the morning." Becky was standing
next to Jill, still or once again dressed in the white babydoll. Cindy
led Jamie in a moment later and said, "This one couldn't sleep either,
but she didn't say anything about cocks."

Since I had just woken up, I still had my cock nestled in Chrissy's
ass. Jill said, "It doesn't seem fair to deny them while you have a
willing body to service your needs."

"I didn't service him," Chrissy said. "I would have, but he told me
that it wouldn't be fair to use me when the others couldn't relieve
themselves."

"And if he had chosen to use Chrissy," Becky added, "that would have
been fine too. Just because he denies us doesn't mean that he has to
deny himself! He is the Master."

"Jeeze, I'm sorry!" Jill said. "I was wrong to say anything."

"That's OK," I said. "You were just looking out for Becky's best
interest."

I held my arms out to my girls and Chrissy moved away as they each
grabbed a side of me.

Becky whispered in my ear, "If you need some relief, I'd be happy to
provide you with some."

I smiled and shook my head.

I looked at the clock and told Jill and Cindy, "OK, here is the
plan. Bathe them again this morning, being careful about the
marks. The hair and makeup person will be here in about an hour to do
the five of you. By the time that you are done, it will be close to
the time that everyone will begin arriving. When they are made up, get
them dressed in the clothes that Chrissy will give you and remove
their bandages and then get yourselves dressed. Then you can come down
and try to relax with the guests before the ceremony."

"Is there anything that we need to do to help prepare?" Jamie asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Becky's gorgeous and efficient slave has done most
of the work. It will be lovely. Now go, before I change my mind and
take you right now!" Becky's response was to grind her pelvis into my
cock. I spanked her ass lightly, but that just caused her to grind
harder. "That's enough!" I said, and she gave me a little kiss and got
up.

+++++

As the girls were preparing themselves, Chrissy and I dealt with the
final arrangements. The florists and caterers showed up and we got
their arrangements in place. As the afternoon approached, the girls
called Chrissy upstairs. She left me, so I went to change into my
outfit. Some of our guests might have expected me in leather chaps and
a whip strapped to my waist, but I was wearing a simple tuxedo.

As I finished dressing, there was a quiet knock at the door. I opened
it and Chrissy was waiting there, dressed in her bridesmaid dress and
ready to go. "You look beautiful," I told her.

She blushed and said, "Thank you, sir. If you are ready, your slaves
are downstairs and waiting for you."

I walked downstairs and Jamie and Becky were standing there waiting
for me. Their outfits were lovely. On each girl's head was a circlet
of flowers. Their dresses were white, with beading around the
edges. The dresses looked remarkably like a grown up version of the
babydolls that they were wearing last night. They were tied around
their neck with a bow, and swooped down, covering their breasts, but
leaving their stomachs and panties exposed. The dresses swept back
behind them, forming a train. The panties were white silk, tied in
bows at the side. Their legs were bare, they were barefoot, and they
were still wearing the white cuffs on their wrists and ankles.

"Walk for me," I told them. They walked around the room, gracefully
swaying their hips, and I enjoyed seeing their unfettered breasts
moving under their tops, peeking in and out of their dresses. I walked
up and kissed each of them. "You are both so lovely it hurts," I told
them. The waiters that we had hired clearly thought so as well, as
they could hardly take their eyes off of the women any time they
passed.

The doorbell rang, and Chrissy went to answer it. Bob and Lisa were
the first guests, and when Lisa saw the girls she ran over to give
them each a big hug.

"You look so beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"Wow," was Bob's response. He turned to Lisa and asked, "Are you going
to borrow Jamie's wedding dress for when we get married?"

"In your dreams, Bob, in your dreams!" was her laughing reply.

"Oh my god!" shrieked Becky, pointing at Lisa's hand.

"You guys must have inspired him," Lisa said, blushing and holding out
her hand to show her newly acquired engagement ring. All the women
rushed around Lisa, looking at the ring and congratulating the two of
them.

"We came a little early so that we could tell you, but I'm not going
to tell anyone else today; this is your day," Lisa told us.

"Don't be silly," Becky said. "You can tell people. Believe me; I
don't have any fears that people are going to be thinking of you
during this ceremony. I mean, come on. Look at us!"

The doorbell rang, and Chrissy escorted Jamie's and Becky's parents
into the room. The girls ran over to hug their respective parents.

"You both look beautiful," Amy gushed. I suspected that would be a
common refrain during the day. As they were greeting their parents,
more people arrived. Soon we had a respectable little party going. The
waiters were moving around handing out hors d'oeuvres. Everyone was
circulating, talking to families and friends.

I approached Nelly and Ronnie and gave them each a quick greeting
kiss. "How are the two of you doing?" I asked.

"Wonderful, and it looks like you are doing the same," Ronnie
replied. "This is so lovely. Becky and Jamie are so lucky to get this
kind of wedding. Most people in this situation wouldn't get something
like this."

"I want to make them happy," I replied.

"I can tell," Ronnie said. "You know, I often wonder what would have
happened had I accepted your initial proposal."

"Hey, you might not have ended up with me!" Nelly exclaimed, grabbing
Ronnie by the collar that she wore and pulling her close. "Don't I
make you happy?"

"You do, Nelly, but a girl can wonder how she would have been treated
by someone who would do all this for his slaves," she replied.

"Well maybe I'll lend you to him for a weekend," Nelly replied. "I'll
bet its not all flowers and music, and you'll come home quite well
used." She gave Ronnie a light kiss on the lips. "But you will come
home." Ronnie blushed and dropped her eyes, nodding her head.

I saw that Mark and Joan from Becky's work had come in together, so I
walked over to see how things were going with them. Joan hugged me as
I approached, and I said, "Nice to see you walk in with someone."

Joan replied, "I thought that girls were bad, but you really are a
meddler, aren't you?"

"Moi?" I asked, innocently.

"Yes, you!" Mark said. "That was a piece of work setting us up like
that. I can't believe you had Chrissy do that just so that we would
have something to talk about."

"You give me far more credit than I deserve," I complained. "The whole
Chrissy thing was planned in advance, and nothing to do with the two
of you. When I saw the two of you alone and I realized that you had
both enjoyed Chrissy, I just took advantage of the situation. Was I
correct that you would enjoy each other's company?"

They took a knowing look at each other and Joan replied, "Oh, yeah. We
are definitely _enjoying_ each other's company. We are enjoying
it a couple of times a day."

"Joan, you slut!" I joked.

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about," Mark said. "I'm the
only one that can call her a slut!"

Joan turned to Mark and demanded, "I'm your girlfriend?"

Mark looked slightly abashed when he said, "Well, aren't you?"

Joan wrapped her arms around Mark and gave him a big kiss. "I am now!"
she said after she came up for air. Mark smiled happily.

I leaned in to Joan and whispered, "There are a few free bedrooms
upstairs." She got a feral look in her eyes and dragged Mark toward
the staircase.

I moved around some more, until Claire pulled me aside. She kissed my
cheek and said, "This is nicer than I expected."

"Tell me if you still think so when we are all done," I said.

"I know that it's going to be hard for me to watch, but Becky seems
happy and given your relationship, I should be happy that she is
getting anything," Claire said. She took a drink and nervously said,
"You know, I don't know if I should be thanking you, or hitting you."

She was blushing, so I said, "I'm not sure I know what you are talking
about."

"You told my husband something," she replied.

"About what?" I asked.

"You know very well!" she said. "You told him to treat me like you
treat Becky, didn't you?"

"He told you that?" I asked innocently.

"No, but between his actions, and the fact that Becky encouraged them,
I know that you are behind it," she said.

I took a step closer to her and lowered my voice. "Did you enjoy it?"
I asked.

"That's beside the point!" she protested.

"No, that is exactly the point," I said. "If I said something to your
husband to make your life better, then you should thank me, not hit
me. I may have said something, because I thought it might make all of
you a little happier. I don't expect that you and Jake will move into
a relationship like Becky and I have, but a little fantasy goes a long
way."

"Well, I didn't mind playing with him, though I suspect he treated me
differently than you treat Becky," she said.

"No two situations are the same," I responded. "I treat Becky
different than I treat Jamie than I treat Chrissy. Everyone is
different, and the important thing is that both parties are happy with
the relationship."

Claire took a big gulp of her drink, lowered her eyes and with a very
red face asked, "How would you treat me?"

"Why, mother!" I said in a slightly reproving tone.

"Sorry," she whispered, and started walking away. I grabbed her elbow
to stop her and turned her to face me.

"Claire, I am not sure how I would treat you," I told her. "How you
treat a partner is not something that you plan. You experiment and you
play, feeling out boundaries and limits. You pay attention to what
turns your partner on, and to what you find enjoyable. Then you move
in directions that make you excited, and move away from those that
make you truly uncomfortable."

I looked her up and down and said, "In your case, I think you might be
more like the new Becky than you care to admit. Sometimes, it is
important that you tell your partner your fantasies; sometimes they
can come true. Jamie had a fantasy of being taken by force by a
stranger. She told it to me, saying that it wasn't something that she
ever really wanted to happen. But when I took her, pretending to be a
stranger, she loved that her fantasy was coming true.

"If you enjoy what your husband is doing to you, let him know. You
don't have to say, 'Oh, Jake, I love it when you take me in my ass, '
but you can moan in pleasure when he does it. You can kiss him the
next day and thank him for a wonderful night. You can tell him, 'Is
there anything that I can do to make you feel as good as you made me
feel last night?' And if you want to tell him your fantasies, start by
making him part of them, and make it something that he would get
pleasure from as well. Tell him, 'I'd love to see your cock going in
and out of Amy while I feel Jim pounding into me.'"

By this point, Claire was blushing so red that I thought she would
catch on fire. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you asked
me what I would do."

She said, "That's OK. Thank you for telling me what you thought." She
gave me a quick peck on the cheek and quickly walked away. She walked
over to Jake and grabbed his arm and held him close. Jake was talking
to Mike, and he wrapped his arm possessively around Claire's shoulder
and pulled her in close to him. I hadn't intended to talk to Claire
quite like that, and I realized that the conversation had
significantly changed the relationship that I would be having with my
mother-in-law. Oh, well. Que sera, sera.

I walked over to get a drink and I saw Peg, our old neighbor. "Hi,
Peg," I said. "How are you?"

"Fine," she said. "Thank you for inviting me."

"You're welcome," I replied. "To be honest, I was a little surprised
that Becky wanted to invite you. I don't mean anything bad by that,
but I didn't think she knew you that well."

"Well, we weren't best friends, but we had some nice conversations,
especially towards the end. Truthfully, I was surprised as well,
especially when she told me all about you and what this day would be
like. But I'm glad that I could be here."

After our conversation, I walked over to grab a snack. I was checking
with Chrissy on how things were going when Becky came up to me. I
slipped my hand over her stomach and under her dress to wrap my hand
around her back. I kissed her and she responded with heat. "Are you
enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "I feel like... like... like a bride on
her wedding day!" she said with a smile.

"Then my evil plan has worked," I cackled.

She smiled and asked, "What did you say to my mother?"

"Why?" I asked.

"I just talked to her, and when I mentioned you she blushed," Becky
responded. "She could not talk about you at all without getting
flustered. What did you do to her?"

"She asked me a question," I told Becky, "and I don't think that she
was ready for the answer."

"Are you trying to seduce my mother?" she asked.

"And what, my little slave-to-be, would you do if I said yes?" I asked
her seriously.

She blushed and lowered her eyes. She said, "I would ask, sir, how a
humble slave girl could help her master seduce her mother?"

"Would you really?" I asked, amazed.

"Of course, sir," she said. "Don't you know that I would do absolutely
anything for you?" This woman never ceased to amaze me. I looked at
her and in my mind I superimposed an image of my Becky of two months
ago. They looked physically the same, but they were two entirely
different people. I still could not believe it.

"I love you, Becky, but you do not have to help me seduce your
mother," I said. "I just gave her some hints at improving her
relationship with your father, though honestly, I think I could have
her if I wanted her."

"But don't you want her?" Becky asked, looking over at her mother. Her
mother saw us looking at her, and turned away, blushing again. "She's
still very good looking."

"She is, and the thought of having her and you makes me quite hard," I
told her. "But I won't damage your parents' relationship."

"What if my father was OK with it?" she asked.

"No meddling!" I warned her. Man, oh man, I sometimes did not
understand this woman.

I was mingling some more when I saw Rachel across the floor. She had
her husband with her, and they were talking to Joan and Mark. Rachel
saw me looking at her and excused herself to the others to come over
and talk to me.

"Congratulations," she said.

"Thanks," I replied. "I see you brought your husband. Did you explain
to him what would be happening?"

"I told him everything," she replied. "I told him what goes on Tuesday
nights, and I told him about us."

"Us?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, us," she replied. "I told him how you made me do things. At
first he was a little upset, and then he realized how he benefited,
both intentionally and unintentionally from everything that you
did. Now he just wants to thank you."

"Well, if you are both happy, than I'm glad," I said.

"Me too," she replied. "I didn't like keeping secrets from him, even
if they were mostly harmless." She paused for a minute and then asked,
"Do you know what he said after I told him?"

"What?" I inquired.

"He said if listening to you made me behave the way that I have been
towards him, I should do _whatever_ you told me to," she said,
gazing me right in the eye with a challenging look.

"Very well," I said wickedly. "Are you wearing panties?" She
nodded. "I want you do go take them off. Then I want you to go back to
your husband, excuse yourselves, and then take him to the master
bedroom. When you are there, I want you to get on the bed on your
hands and knees, flip up your dress and beg him to fuck you. I want
you to feel his cum leaking out of you as you watch what I do with
Becky and Jamie. After the ceremony I want you to take him to a
bathroom, drop to your knees, and give him a blowjob. When he comes in
your mouth, I want you to show him his cum in his woman's mouth, and
then swallow it. Finally, when you get home tonight, as soon as you
walk through the door I want you to slowly strip off your clothes,
drop to your knees and then I want you to beg your husband to fuck you
in your hot, tight ass. Are you going to do what I told you?"

She was breathing at an increased rate, and she nodded.

"Good girl," I said. "Now go get rid of your panties."

As she walked away she said, "If I don't get to talk to you again,
I'll speak to you a week from Monday. I hope you have something
interesting planned for me."

I smiled as she walked away. Before I knew it, it was time for the
actual ceremony to begin. For someone as in charge as I supposedly
was, I was amazingly nervous, but I tried not to show it.

We had converted the study into a small wedding chapel, and the guests
all gathered there. I looked out over the room as everyone got
settled. The musicians had moved into the room and were setting up on
the side. It was actually a little bit difficult to find musicians and
caterers who didn't mind working at an event like this one. In the
front of the room, facing the seats, we had placed a wall of large
mirrors. When Jamie and Becky knelt in front of me to become my
slaves, everyone would be able to see their offer, and they would be
able to see their friends and families.

In the front row were Amy and Claire. Jim and Jake were in the other
room. All four were waiting while their daughters got ready. Elsewhere
in the room I saw all of our close friends, Mike, Bob and Lisa, Joan,
my friend Jack. I saw Joan and Rachel from Becky's work and Rachel's
husband; he was looking very happy. Joan was standing very close to
Mark. I saw Nelly and Ronnie and Peg, and there were about a half
dozen other people that one of the three of us knew well enough to
invite.

All around us were the people that we cared most for, and it delighted
me that the most important people in our lives were present as we
moved on to the next stage in our lives. I stood at the front of the
room and got everyone's attention.

"Excuse me," I said. When everyone had settled down I continued, "I
would like to thank all of you for coming. I know that for all of you,
this is unexpected, and some of you even feel uncomfortable. What we
are doing does not make sense to many of you, and certainly would not
be the right thing for most people. However it works for us, and we
are extremely happy. You, our best friends and our families, have all
come to show support and love for Becky and Jamie and me, and for that
I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I looked at Chrissy by the door to the room and I nodded. She signaled
to the string quartet, and they began playing. She ducked out for a
moment, and then she returned, and began walking down the large aisle
we had set up in the middle of the room.

The bridesmaid's dress that Michelle had designed had certainly caused
a stir. When our friends had seen Jill they had teased her about how
she had initially been dead set against this relationship and now not
only was she a maid of honor, but she had allowed us to dress her in a
revealing dress. She had replied, "You think it is revealing? Hah!"
and turned away quickly. In doing so, of course, the dress flared up,
exposing her ass. She had gone across the room and picked up a dropped
piece of food off of the floor, bending over at her waist, of
course. Our friends stood with open mouths as Jill exposed her ass and
pussy to them.

Chrissy looked beautiful, of course, in her red dress. She had
insisted, and Becky had allowed, that her dress be slightly different
 from the other bridesmaids. In addition to the dress, she also had a
wide strip of green cloth around her neck, symbolizing that she
belonged to Becky.

When Chrissy was about a third of the way down, Jill and Cindy entered
the room side by side. Jill was in green and Cindy in blue. When they
reached the end of the aisle, Chrissy gave each of them a pillow,
upholstered in the same fabric and color as their dresses. Each placed
her pillow in front of me, Jill's on my right and Cindy's on my left,
and then stood next to the pillow.

The music changed, and my beautiful women walked in to the room. Each
was smiling, holding on to her father's arm. They were standing
straight and proud, smiling happily at me as they walked towards me. I
tried to maintain a serious demeanor, but I had a grin on my face that
I could not wipe off. When they reached the front of the room, each
woman turned and kissed her father, and Jake and Jim went to sit next
to their wives.

Becky and Jamie stood in front of me, and all I could do for a moment
is drink in the sight. Then I nodded to them and they dropped to their
knees on their pillows. Cindy and Jill stepped behind them to
straighten out their trains. We had not told each other what we had
prepared for vows, so I was curious as to what they would say. They
looked at each other and took each other's hands. Then Becky looked up
at me and began.

"Sir, over a month ago I offered myself to you as your slave. You
refused. You told me that you would only take me for a slave if I
could prove that I could be a good slave to you. I thought that you
had refused me to protect yourself. Over the last month, you have
proven that my belief was incorrect. Over and over again you insisted
that I consider whether this was the life that I really wanted."

Jamie took over, saying, "When I first learned of what you were doing
with Becky, I was horrified and I attempted to stop her from degrading
herself. She refused to be stopped, and so I insisted I spend more
time with her so that I could prevent her from being abused. Instead
of abuse I saw love, and surprisingly, respect. Rather than feeling
appalled, I felt jealous. And then the most wonderful thing
happened. My best friend told me, 'Don't be jealous. If you like what
you see, join us.' And you allowed it. You encouraged it. You showed
me that you loved me too."

Becky continued, "We have waited the month that you required. You told
us that we needed to take this time so that we knew what our hearts
wanted. We have taken the time and we have examined our hearts. Sir, I
love you."

"And I love you as well," Jamie said.

"We pledge you our love," Becky said.

"We pledge you our souls," Jamie said.

"We pledge you our bodies," Becky said.

"Someone once said that we had given up ourselves for you, and you
punished that person for her remarks," Jamie said. "You told her that
we had given up freedom, given up control, but that we had not given
up an iota of ourselves."

In unison they said, "Sir, we offer you our bodies, our hearts and our
souls. We promise to love you, to obey you, to care for you, to
cherish you and to serve you for as long as we live. Please accept us
as your slaves for as long as you will have us." Then they bowed their
heads and looked at the ground in front of my feet.

I looked down at them and thought, 'How lucky could I be?' I turned to
Jill and Cindy and said, "Jill, you have been Becky's constant
companion for the last day. Cindy, you have been Jamie's. Did either
of them show any sign of hesitation, and uncertainty that this is that
path that they wish to take? Did either display any hesitancy about
becoming my slave?"

Cindy said, "No, she did not."

Jill said, "No, on the contrary, she showed extreme eagerness." Cindy
nodded in agreement.

I reached down and put a finger under each of my women's chin, picking
up her head so that I could look her in the eye. I looked at Becky
first. "My Tiger, I have been with you for a long time, but I thought
that though I loved you, we could not continue to be together. But
your love was so strong that you were willing to do whatever it took
to make our relationship work, and that has made me love you even
more."

I turned to Jamie and said, "And you, dear Princess, were
unexpected. You were a gift that I first thought I would like, but
quickly realized that I loved and will cherish the rest of my
life. You say that you were jealous, but there is not a jealous bone
in your body. You are the piece that makes us complete.

"Becky, Jamie, you offered yourselves to me, and once I turned you
down. I wanted to ensure that you could be, wanted to be, desired to
be my slaves. I will be honest that though I wanted, I prayed, I
longed for you to be my slaves, I did not believe that you would be. I
could not allow myself to believe, because to have the two of you
would be so wonderful that if I had allowed myself hope, and it had
not worked out, I would have been crushed.

"But I should have known better, because neither of you seems capable
of disappointing me any longer. You have proven yourselves to be the
most loving, most obedient, most beautiful slaves a person could ever
hope for. So Becky, Jamie, I accept you as my slaves. I promise to
love you, cherish you and protect you for as long as we live.

"When I marked you earlier in the week, you told me that you
considered yourselves mine. Perhaps that was the case, but now, before
all our friends and family, I declare that you are mine. Will you
agree to wear my mark so that everyone will know that you are mine?"

"Of course, Master," they replied in unison.

I nodded to Jill and Cindy, and they moved forward and untied the
dresses from around my slave's necks and pulled them away to the
side. My beautiful slaves knelt before me wearing only panties and
cuffs. Chrissy stepped forward carrying a pillow. On the pillow were
two collars. They were designed similarly to the girls dress
collars. One collar was circled in green emeralds, and the other was
surrounded by blue sapphires. At the front of each collar was a fairly
large diamond. Descending from each collar was a Y-shaped chain of
diamonds, ending in a loop.

I picked up the emerald collar, locked it around Becky's neck and told
her, "Becky, with this collar I bind you to me." I locked the sapphire
collar around Jamie's neck and told her, "Jamie, with this collar I
bind you to me."

I nodded to John and Mary, who had returned for the ceremony and they
stepped forward, carrying little stools. They sat before Becky and
Jamie as Chrissy brought each of them a tray with their tools. Chrissy
then got another pillow with two rings and stood between my slaves. In
just a few moments the experts had efficiently pierced and ringed my
slaves. They stood and took their implements away, and everyone could
see Becky with a ring through her left nipple, and Jamie with a ring
through her right. Each ring was crowned with a diamond.

I looked at their happy faces and said, "Becky, Jamie, with these
rings I wed you to me."

Jill and Cindy stepped forward and untied the ties holding on my
slave's underwear. When the panties were removed, it revealed the
tattoo the girls had received last night. Becky and Jamie looked into
the mirror and saw the marks they would be wearing forever, and smiled
at me in approval. I said, "With these marks, I declare you mine."

They each had an identical mark; Becky's was on the left side of her
mound, Jamie's on the right. The mark was of two kneeling slave girls,
leashed to an X.



I pulled Jamie up so that she was standing in front of me. I took her
leash and I whispered, "I love you, my slave," before I kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around me and said, "I love you too, Master." She
looked at Chrissy, who retrieved something for her. She took it and
held it out to me. "Master, you have given me marks to show your
love. I give you this token to show you my love." She took my left
hand and slipped a ring on my ring finger. The ring was topped with a
sapphire and on each side of the stone was etched a kneeling slave
girl. That Chrissy had been one busy slave, helping out both of
us. Chrissy had moved Jamie's pillow to my side, and I had Jamie kneel
down facing the crowd.

I then pulled Becky up, and while holding her leash I kissed her as
well, first whispering to her, "I love you, my slave."

She held me and whispered, "Thank you for making me yours, Master, and
thank you for giving me Jamie." Then she said aloud, "Master, you have
given me marks to show your love. I give you this token to show you my
love." She took my right hand and slipped a ring on my ring
finger. The ring was the same as Jamie's, except it was topped with an
emerald. Then she knelt down facing the crowd.

I had been concentrating so much on my women that I had not paid
attention to our friends and family, so I now looked over the
crowd. Their expressions ranged from bemusement to happiness to
awe. Claire was teary and looked like she had cried during the
ceremony. Curiously, Jake was regarding Claire with a thoughtful
expression on his face. Amy looked happy, as did most of our
friends. All in all, I was satisfied that no one was disgusted and all
would go away with some fascinating memories of the day.

"My slaves and I would like to thank you for attending today," I
addressed the spectators. "I know that I speak for them as well as
myself when I say that this day would not have been nearly as
meaningful for us had we done it by ourselves. Your presence here has
affirmed this ceremony as one based on love, and we thank you for
that. We have a more private ceremony to perform, but please enjoy
some dessert before you leave."

I stood the girls up, and whispered, "Go thank your family and
friends, and then we will finish the ceremony in our bedroom."

"Yes, sir!" they responded, and went over to their parents. As we left
the front of the room, someone started clapping, and soon everyone
was. The girls hugged and kissed their parents. Their dads did not
look entirely comfortable hugging their naked daughters, but they did
it nonetheless. As I walked around thanking people personally, I saw
that a lot of people were enjoying seeing the girls like this, though
only a few were completely comfortable with it.

I allowed the thanks to go on for about five minutes before I nodded
to Jill and Cindy, who retrieved my slaves and led them upstairs. I
followed, and when I arrived in the bedroom I saw that they were
already in position. Cindy was sitting at the headboard to my left,
and Jill was sitting next to her on my right. In front of Cindy, Jamie
was stretched out, her hands over her head, cuffed together, and held
by her sister. Becky was in front of Jill and similarly restrained.

"Are the two of you ready to complete our ceremony?" I asked.

"Oh, yes sir! Please take me!" Becky begged. Jamie nodded. I removed
my tuxedo and crawled between Becky's legs. I glanced up, and was
amused to see that the positions that Jill and Cindy were in exposed
their bare pussies. They saw where I was looking, and Cindy spread her
legs a little more.

I knelt between Becky's legs and ran my tongue from her asshole to her
clit. She hissed as I drank her copious juices. I licked all around
and nibbled on her clit, before drilling my tongue into her asshole. I
traced her new tattoo with my finger as I licked lightly at her
lips. I moved up her body, holding her nipple ring between my
fingers. "Do you like the wedding ring that I got you?"

"I love everything that you did," she replied. "I love my ring, I love
my collar, and I love my tattoo! Thank you so much, sir!"

I moved up and kissed her mouth, and Chrissy positioned my cock at the
entrance to her cunt. "Are you ready to give up your cunt to me? Are
you offering your cunt as mine?"

"Oh, yes sir! I am your cunt!" Becky cried. I sank my cock into her
wet cunt and within about ten strokes she was cumming. She screamed,
"Fuck your cunt, fuck your cunt!" as she came. I stopped moving in her
and she started coming down from her orgasm. I slowly pulled out, and
she whimpered when I removed myself completely. Chrissy took my cock
into her mouth and cleaned off all of Becky's juices.

I then moved in between Jamie's legs and looked up at her. She smiled
down at me in anticipation. I ran my tongue up her pussy, and if
anything, she was wetter and hotter than Becky. Of course, she had
just seen her sister slave cum on my cock, and she was anticipating
the same for herself.

"What do you think of your mark?" I asked.

"I love it, sir," she said. "I know that you knew Becky first and that
you began loving me later, but this mark makes me realize that you
love me the same as you do Becky; that we are all in this relationship
together. Thank you so much for that, sir."

I continued kissing up Jamie's body, and I took her ring in my
mouth. She hissed as I pulled on her sensitive nipple. I moved up and
kissed her lips, and after Chrissy positioned my cock, I asked, "Are
you ready to give up your cunt to me? Are you offering your cunt as
mine?"

"Yes, sir!" Jamie responded. "Everything about me is yours to take." I
slowly buried my cock in her fiery hole, and Jamie was cumming before
I finished my first stroke. I kept stroking into her, and within
minutes she was cumming again.

I didn't give her a chance to come down from her second orgasm before
I pulled out and repositioned my cock at her asshole. "Are you ready
to give up your ass to me? Are you offering your ass as mine?" I
asked.

"Yes, sir," Jamie responded. "It is your ass to do with as you
please."

I pushed in, burying myself in one stroke. She was so tight that I
didn't know how I was going to make her cum again, and then do Becky's
ass, before I came. I played with her left nipple and lightly ran my
fingers around her right nipple and ring. I slipped my hand down
between us, touched her clit and asked, "Would you like a ring here as
well?"

She moaned, "It's yours, do whatever you'd like," as she was
cumming. I had to stop moving as her contractions locked my cock in
place, and my whole crotch, as wet as it already was, was soaked
further by her spurting pussy.

She collapsed limply to the bed. I extracted my cock, and Chrissy was
there to clean it off. I had to warn her to be careful, because it was
not her mouth that I wanted to cum in. I moved back to Becky and
spread her legs widely. I asked, "Are you ready to give up your ass to
me? Are you offering your ass as mine?"

"Oh, yes sir!" Becky replied. "My ass, my body, my heart and my soul
are all yours." I slammed my cock up her ass while I slammed my tongue
into her mouth. Luckily, Becky was primed from seeing me take Jamie,
so she came within minutes.

When I was finished with Becky's ass, I told Cindy and Jill to help my
slaves onto the floor. Chrissy had brought the wedding pillows, which
my lovely slaves knelt on. I asked, "Becky, Jamie, "Are you ready to
give up your mouth to me? Are you offering your mouth as mine?"

"Yes, sir, we are," they said together.

I stepped forward and Becky grabbed my cock and directed it into
Jamie's mouth. Jamie lovingly cleaned my cock off before pushing it to
Becky. They passed it back and forth, each trying something different
each time they had possession of it. Jamie painted my cock like a
barber pole with her tongue, Becky licked from my ass, over my balls
to the tip of my cock, Jamie sucked just the crown, Becky put the tip
into her throat.

I tried to make it last as long as I could, but very quickly I was
over the edge. I gestured to Chrissy and she came over and removed my
cock from Jamie's mouth. She stood next to me and jerked me. I started
cumming, and the cum painted Becky's face, then Jamie's. Both girls
had their mouths open, and each got to taste some of my cum.

Chrissy kept her hand moving on my cock until I was all done, then she
ran her finger along the tip to scoop up the last drop. She looked
questioningly at me, and I nodded, so she popped her finger into her
mouth and had a taste as well.

I dropped to my knees in front of my slaves. I kissed Becky and said,
"You are mine now. I own you, and I will take care of you for as long
as you agree to be mine." Then I turned to Jamie and said, "You are
mine now. I own you, and I will take care of you for as long as you
agree to be mine." I then addressed both of them. "In addition to
being my slaves, you are now also sisters. I expect you to love each
other and care for each other. Do you have anything to say to your
sister slave?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said, then turned to Jamie. "I have loved you as a
friend for almost our entire lives. Knowing that I will be sharing the
rest of my life with you, not just as a friend, but as a lover and as
a sister, makes me happier than you can imagine. Initially, I wanted
my Master to have you because I felt that he deserved a woman like
you, and you deserved a man like him. I wasn't concentrating on the
fact that I would have you with me always as well, but I cannot think
of a better way to spend my life than with the two of you." She
grabbed Jamie and gave her a kiss.

"Oh, Becky!" Jamie responded. "I have loved you forever as well. I
thought that you were crazy offering to share your man and your life
with me, but it was the most generous thing that anyone has ever done
for me. Our Master could have made you happy, and I would have been
one of the people viewing you from the spectator seats, but instead
you offered me a part of your life, you offered to share your lives,
and I have never been happier in my entire life. You'd better not even
think about changing your minds, because you are never going to be rid
of me!"

As they kissed again, I looked over at the bed where Cindy and Jill
were, and I saw that Jill's eyes were tearing. After a minute I broke
up the girls' kiss and told Cindy and Jill, "Please get them back into
position on the bed."

Cindy and Jill were back at the headboard holding their bride's hands
as I knelt between my slaves. "There are a few more things to take
care of before we are done," I told them. "This was a very
non-traditional way to get married, and your lovely maids of honor
have gone above and beyond the lines of duty. They took complete care
of you, made sure things went smoothly for you, and then had to sit
and watch you have a number of incredible releases. I think that they
deserve a reward."

Jamie looked at me blankly, but Becky knew what to do. She flipped
over, and with her bound hands pulled Jill's ass down. Before Jill had
time to react, Becky's tongue was buried up her twat. Cindy had only a
little more time to react. Jamie might have been slower to understand
but when she saw what Becky was doing, she did not hesitate. She
quickly turned over and positioned herself in front of her sister's
cunt. She looked up at Cindy who moaned, "Oh, yes sis, please!"

For the next few minutes I watched Cindy and Jill hold on tight as
Jamie and Becky rewarded them for a job well done. Cindy came first,
and Jamie started to pull away. I slapped her ass and said, "I didn't
tell you to stop." She happily dove back in, bringing her fingers into
play as well. The girls cycled through orgasms as my slaves did not
let up on them.

Finally Jill was begging, "Please, no more, no more, I can't take any
more!" I relented and had Becky stop. Cindy, on the other hand, looked
like she could take what Jamie was giving all night, however I had
Jamie finish up as well.

Cindy pulled Jamie up and gave her a loving kiss. "Thanks, sis," Cindy
said. "That was wonderful, and too long coming."

I let them recover a little before I said, "I want to thank you as
well..."

Jill interrupted, saying, "No, no more right now!"

I cracked up laughing; I guess Becky had done a very thorough job. "My
thanks are less physical. You were wonderful, but you cannot come on
our honeymoon, so here are your bridesmaids' gifts from me." I gave
them each tickets for a week's vacation in the Caribbean for them and
a guest.

"Are you sure we can't come on the honeymoon?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," I told her. The two of them thanked me for the gift,
and I thanked them for their excellent participation.

Jill got up and slipped her dress back on, but Cindy said, "That dress
was for the wedding, I'm going to borrow something from my sister."
She walked into the closet, and a few minutes later she came out
wearing a purple dress. She kissed her sister goodbye, then came over
and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then winked at me as she walked
out of the room following Jill.

I unclipped the girls' hands and said, "There is one more thing to
do."

I handed Becky a box, and she opened it and looked inside. "Oh, thank
you sir. It's perfect," she said.

"Don't thank me," I replied, smiling. "The money for it came out of
your account."

Becky got up and went over to Chrissy. She pulled Chrissy to the bed
and pushed her down on her back. Becky straddled Chrissy's waist and
said, "Chrissy, you were amazing today. You made everything run
smoothly, and as much as I love my Master, I recognize your touch in
virtually every aspect of the day. You were wonderful, and you made
the day wonderful for me, Jamie and our Master. You are a perfect
slave.

"I know that you told me you felt a ceremony was not necessary, that I
had already made you mine, but my Master has provided me the perfect
gift; he gave me the means to show you that you are mine." Becky
reached into the box and pulled out another collar. This one was
similar to the others. However the stones around the collar were
rubies, and rather than a diamond in the center and a diamond leash,
Chrissy's collar had an emerald in the center and an emerald
leash. She put the collar around Chrissy's neck, and before she locked
it into place she said, "With this collar, I claim you as mine. I love
you Chrissy, and you make me very happy."

Tears were streaming down Chrissy's face as Becky kissed her. I
allowed them to kiss for a while before I said, "All in all, a very
satisfying day all around, I believe." All the girls agreed.

"The only thing is," I said, "having three beautiful collared slave
girls naked on the bed in front of me has done this." I pointed down
at my hardened cock, and Becky screamed, "Goody!" She was reaching for
me as I jumped into the middle of them, and we spent the entire night
trying to make each other cum as much as we could. I thanked Chrissy
in a more physical way, and when my cock finally gave out, I continued
working with my mouth and my fingers. I was glad that our flight was
not until Monday morning, because we were exhausted by the time the
night was over.

+++++

Monday morning we were at the airport ready to go. As I sat in the
plane, surrounded by beautiful slaves, I reflected on how my life had
changed because I had taken my stand. I didn't know what the future
held, but I knew that for the foreseeable future, happiness, along
with three perfect women, would at last be mine.

The End

+++++

That's it. This began as a short story, and something happened along
the way. The characters came to life for me, and they just kept
telling me their thoughts and feelings. I don't know how other authors
work, but I didn't create this story. I just sat in front of my
keyboard, and the characters wrote the story on their own, through
me. It was a weird process, but it was fun. So rather than a short
stroke story, it turns out that I've written a 400+ page book. And
this from a person whose last writing attempt was a dozen years ago in
English 101, and who needed his girlfriend to help write the story so
that he could pass. Go figure.

Many people have given me comments, and some have said, 'I can't
remember the Master's name.' There is a good reason for that; I never
gave him one. I like to think that he is me, though you may put
yourself in his shoes if you choose. This was an intensely personal
story. It is about me, and it is true, at least through the first
seven paragraphs of the first chapter. Sadly, I have not taken the
step that the protagonist has, and life not being a story, I'm sure it
would not turn out as the story has. Oh well, maybe one day I will
have the courage to go find my Becky.

So now you've read the entire story. I assume that you must have
enjoyed it to some extent, or you would have given up long ago. This
is the time where you tell me what you thought. If you liked it, what
did you like? What could I do better? Remember, this is my first
story, but the comments that I've received to date have stroked my ego
enough that I am going to write more, so help me out and tell me how I
can be a better writer. You can contact me at MWTB at the domain
creativeentropy.com.

Most importantly, I must thank my editor, Peter Z. I started this
story without an editor, and you can tell. Since Peter has started
editing, the chapters are far more readable. Looking back, the
difference is remarkable. The suggestions that he has made have not
only improved the quality that you see, but the quality of my writing
as well. I've gone back and corrected some of the most egregious
problems with the early chapters, but you can still tell the
difference between those and the ones that Peter's hands were in. I
strongly recommend that everyone writing stories get an editor. It is
often difficult to hold off posting something you are proud of right
away, but it is worth the discipline. However, don't everyone try to
get Peter; I need him for my next stories :-)

Finally, I've had numerous requests for book 2. Don't count on a
straight continuation, or another book quite like this one. However,
I've grown to love these people, so you will most likely see some side
and back stories posted. In particular, I know I have not given enough
stage time to the whole Chrissy/Becky relationship. There is a good
story in that. And who knows what will happen with Claire and Jake,
Cindy and Jamie, etc. I have often thought that authors who use the
same universe for multiple stories are falling into a rut, but now I
can see why they do it. You have these people that you really like,
and you want to know what happens to them.

Thanks to all of you who encouraged me with your comments; it's your
fault that I have three more stories in the works.

MWTB

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