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Introductory comments: This is a side story to _Tired of Being the
Nice Guy._ It stands by itself, but makes a lot more sense if you've
read Tired first. If you've recently read Tired, you'll find much
of the first chapter to be a review of Day 29, albeit from a different
perspective. If this bores you, skim the story up to chapter 1.5.

I know that I said I would take a break from these characters, but
some fan comments put the kernel of an idea in my brain, and like a
kernel of popcorn stuck in your teeth, it would not leave me alone. So
I banged out this story. Now back to the other stories I was working
on.

Claire Converts, by MWTB

*Chapter 1*

Amy and I were shopping with our girls. We had been best friends for
years, and our girls had grown up together. Our houses were just down
the street from each other and my daughter Becky and Amy's daughter
Jamie were virtually always together. Amy and I were together quite a
bit as well; one of us was usually at the other's house for coffee and
we liked to shop together. We often went out together with our
husbands as couples.

We hadn't been into the city for a while, and I was a bit surprised
when Becky called me and offered a day out. Now that we had been
shopping with them for a bit, my feelings had changed from surprise to
suspicious. Jamie came along with Becky as did Cindy, Amy's younger
daughter; Cindy had been staying with Becky and Jamie for the last
week. Jamie and Becky were acting quite nervous, though I couldn't
figure out why. Amy picked up on it as well, asking me, "What do you
think is going on with the girls, Claire?" I shrugged, not knowing
myself.

We went to lunch with them and finally I decided to end it. "OK, are
you going to tell me about it?" I asked Becky.

At first Becky tried denying that anything was wrong, but she quickly
broke down and told me, though she was very nervous as she spoke. As
she explained it, she and her boyfriend had not been getting
along. She said that she had thought that she had him pussy whipped. I
didn't think that there was anything wrong with that, so she asked me
how I would feel if the situation were reversed, as she put it, if she
were cock whipped.

I smiled as I told her she would probably like having him pussy
whipped better, but she told me that while that might have been the
case, he didn't like it at all, and he had, in fact, broken up with
her.

"I'm so sorry, dear," I told her. "When did it happen? Why didn't you
call me?" I asked. I was very surprised that she hadn't told me. She
didn't tell me about every breakup, but she had been dating him for a
long time. I had met this one - I liked him, and she knew that.

"The story doesn't end there, mom," Becky continued. She told me that
he had explained to her that he was no longer happy in a relationship
where the woman had him whipped. Instead, he was going to look for a
relationship where he was in control. She went on, "After he told me
that, I realized that he was right, I had been a selfish bitch, and it
drove him away."

"He called you a selfish bitch?" I shrieked, outraged. My opinion of
him was quickly dropping.

"No, mom, he didn't," she said calmly. "I called myself a selfish
bitch, because it is what I was. I cried all night and thought about
what he had said. The next day I called and begged him to let me talk
to him. He didn't want to, but he relented and he took me out to
dinner to talk. Mom, I begged him to come back, I told him that I
could change, but he didn't buy it. He said that I could not change
into what he was looking for.

"I knew that he was wrong, mom. I love him, and I was not willing to
let him go. So I made him an offer."

"What was your offer?" Amy asked Becky.

"I offered to turn the relationship upside down," Becky
explained. "Before it was all about me; I offered to make it all about
him. I demanded to be his slave."

His slave! What was she talking about? "What do you mean, 'his
slave'?" I demanded.

"Just what it sounds like," she told me. "I agreed to obey him
completely; I agreed to carry out his every wish. I agreed to deny him
nothing, ever."

I couldn't understand what she was saying. "Do you mean like a sex
slave?" I asked.

"That's part of it," Becky said. "But I meant a slave in every
respect. I offered myself to him completely. If he accepted, he would
own me; he would have complete control of every aspect of my life. If
he told me to quit my job, I would. If he told me to have a baby, I
would. If he told me to sleep with his boss so that he could get a
promotion, I would. I would do anything and everything that he asked."

"You said 'If he accepted'," I said, a ray of hope emerging. "Did he
accept?"

"No, he didn't," I said.

'Whew!' I thought to myself. If she wasn't going to do it, though, why
did she tell me the whole story?

Becky explained that he didn't believe that she could change. He told
her that she might be able to behave differently for a while, but it
wasn't in her nature to be that way permanently. So she made him an
offer he couldn't refuse.

"Try me for thirty days," she had told him. "If at the end of thirty
days I still wanted to be his slave, and if I had proved that I would
be a good slave, then he would collar me, mark me and own me."

Collar her. Mark her. Own her. My daughter was scaring me. I knew from
this conversation that he had accepted, and she acknowledged that he
had.

"When did he agree?" I asked carefully.

"A month ago," she said quietly, "and next Saturday I am going to
kneel at his feet and offer myself to him as his lifelong slave. I
want you to be there, mother."

"You want me to come watch my daughter be humiliated like that?" I
shrieked. I was definitely losing it. My daughter was making herself
subservient to a man in the most absolute way possible, and she wanted
me to accept it, no, bless it. She wanted me to watch her give herself
to her boyfriend.

Just then Amy broke in, asking, "What do you think of this, Jamie?" I
knew by that quiet tone of voice that she knew the answer to her
question.

Then Jamie explained how she was at first appalled by what Becky was
doing, so she hung around with them to protect Becky. Then she
realized that Becky was truly happy in her new situation. She told us
that Becky was, in fact, forcing him to dominate her more than he had
expected to, that she was finding him other women to sleep with so
that he wouldn't get tired of being just with her!

I was about to blow up again when Amy asked her daughter, "Should I be
concerned that you and Becky have recently become roommates again,
especially given that she will become her boyfriend's slave next
week?"

That's when Jamie dropped the next bomb: while she was trying to
protect Becky, she instead became jealous of her! Jamie told us, "To
my shock, amazement and gratitude, they offered to share it with
me. Mom, next week when Becky bows before her Master and offers
herself up as his slave, I will be kneeling right next to her, making
the same offer to him."

Amy and I sat shocked for a while looking at each other. Finally, we
both just exploded. We yelled and screamed and railed at the
girls. Neither of us could believe that they were doing something that
stupid! Amy lowered her voice and I realized that everyone in the
restaurant was looking at us, so I lowered my voice as well, but we
both kept at it.

Becky and Jamie began to cry, and then Cindy said, "Would you two shut
up?"

We both looked at Amy's baby girl like she had grown another head, but
she continued hotly, "I spent a lot of time tagging along with them
when I was a kid, and I've been pretty close to Jamie since then," she
said. "And in all the time that I've known them, I've never seen them
so happy. I just spent a single day with them, but I realized
immediately that they all love each other madly, and if, as their
mothers, you cannot appreciate that and put their happiness first,
then you are hypocrites, and you don't deserve to be invited to
witness their love." She sat back and glared at me and Amy. I thought
about what Cindy said. I realized that I should at least talk about it
some more. I apologized and told my daughter that while I might not
necessarily approve, I was willing to think about it and discuss
it. We talked a little more and the implication of what Jamie had said
sunk in. I started to freak again when I asked about their
relationship.

"Yes, mother," Becky said with an exasperated tone. "It turns out that
both your daughters are bisexual. And since we loved each other
anyway, it wasn't such a large step to sleep together."

I tried getting my mind around *that* revelation as we continued our
conversation, and something _else_ that Jamie had said popped into my
brain. I asked Jamie, "You said that Becky found other women for him
to sleep with. You are OK with that?"

"Yes, it's only fair," Jamie answered. "You see, Becky and I and a
number of other women go out on Tuesday nights, and Becky decided that
she did not want him to be lonely, so each Tuesday night we find him
someone to keep him company while we are gone."

That seemed like a pretty thin rationale to me. "It doesn't bother you
that he is cheating on you?" I asked.

Becky blew up at me, explaining that he was not cheating, that he was
completely faithful. He did sleep with other women, but only when
Becky and Jamie knew about it in advance. That is when she let it slip
that she had cheated on him with another woman, and that he had read
the riot act to her for it. In fact, she described the incident in
fairly graphic detail. I was both uncomfortable and aroused while
listening to the story, especially when she explained how her 'Master'
was going to punish her.

I joked with her, "Maybe I should ask him if I could see him punish
you. Lord knows I wanted to take you over my knee for a good spanking
many times when you were growing up!" I don't know what came over me
to say that, and I was even more shocked to realize that I was a
little moist thinking about that picture.

"Does that mean that you approve of my relationship?" Becky asked.

"NO!" I said emphatically. "However, it does mean that I might be able
to accept it. I love you, sweetheart, and I do want you to be
happy. Plus, I know how stubborn you are. It amazes me that he is able
to control you at all. I do want to talk to your 'Master' though, and
make sure that he understands that I will not tolerate him abusing
you!"

"Not even if I want the abuse?" she asked.

"Don't start with me, young lady!" I rebuked.

Jamie asked Amy if she was OK with it, and Amy expressed concern that
she was rushing into something very serious with a man that she had
known for a far shorter time than Becky had. Jamie, however, reassured
her mother.

"I've always liked him," Jamie said, "and of course I love Becky. I
didn't go into this expecting to fall in love with both of them and
end up this way. You're wrong, though, mom. I did fall in love that
quickly, and I believe that he loves me as well. He might love Becky
more, but he loves me too, and I can say that I feel completely
comfortable and happy with our relationship."

"You fool!" Becky told Jamie emphatically. "Of course he loves you as
much as me. He probably loves you more; you are a much better slave
than I am!"

"Well I want to meet this person as well," Amy said.

"He anticipated that," Becky told us. "He should be home shortly and
he is willing to sit down and talk things over with you."

And that is when Becky dropped the last bombshell, or rather, Jamie
did. Becky was too nervous to tell us, so she asked Jamie, "Can you
tell them?"

Jamie leaned over and kissed Becky! They said that they were sleeping
together, but seeing them kiss was something else. While they did not
slobber all over each other's tongues, it was not a friend's kiss; it
was a lover's kiss.

Then Jamie explained that in the course of experimentation, Becky came
across this woman whom she had made her slave. We were once again
shocked. Not only was Becky going to become a slave, she had one of
her own, a woman named Chrissy.

We didn't know how to react, and Cindy piped in with, "She's a very
nice woman."

I couldn't believe it. My world was so normal this morning. What had
happened? "I don't know what to say. Are you saying that you now live
in a house with a Master and three slaves?"

"A Master with two slaves, and then one more slave that belongs to
me," Becky clarified.

"Oh, that's much better!" I said sarcastically. This was spinning way
out of control.

"I'll admit, we don't have a traditional relationship," Becky said,
and I snorted. That was an understatement! "But we are happy the way
we are. Can't you just accept that and be happy for us?"

I thought about it, but it was still too much! "I'm still working my
way through this," I said, "but I do want you to be happy. Let's go
meet this new master of yours."

"OK," Becky replied, "but all of you had better be nice to him!"

We all got up and headed back to their house. On the way, I pulled Amy
to the side and asked, "What do you think of all of this?"

"I have to admit, I'm a little freaked out!" she said. "On the other
hand, I've known people in 'alternative lifestyle relationships', and
while some were screwed up, there were quite a few that were normal."

I couldn't believe that Amy knew people who lived alternative
lifestyles! She never mentioned it to me. Amy continued, shaking her
head. "I guess I just never thought that my daughter would find
one. Something that I do know about is rebellion. And I'll tell you
right now that if we reject this, they will go ahead anyway and we
will lose our daughters."

I thought about what she said, and I realized that she was right.

As we approached the house, Becky said, "Please don't freak out with
what happens inside. We'll try not to embarrass you too much, but we
do have certain rules that we have to follow."

That sounded a bit ominous, but I was going to take Amy's advice and
go in with an open mind. We walked up to the door of what looked like
a _very_ nice residence. Jamie opened the door and we followed the
girls in. I looked around, and the thought I had outside was confirmed
by the inside: this was a very nice house. Then my attention was
distracted by the twin sights of Becky and Jamie removing their
clothes and Becky's boyfriend walking into the room accompanied by a
nude woman.

The woman walking into the room was a young blonde, not much older
than Cindy. She had large breasts and her pussy was completely
shaved. I quickly saw that it was a pattern in this house as Jamie and
Becky revealed their shaved privates as well. I giggled to myself,
wondering if he was shaved as well.

"I'd imagine that they have been shocking you most of the afternoon,"
he said to me and Amy, as the girls went over and kissed and hugged
him. The nude woman (well, now there were three of them, but the one
that was not one of our daughters) said, "Good afternoon, ma'am, I'm
Chrissy. Can I get you a drink or a snack?"

"No thank you," Amy said.

"I could use a strong screwdriver," I said.

"Yes, ma'am," Chrissy said, and went to get the drink.

"Would you like to come have a seat in our study?" Becky's boyfriend
asked. "I imagine there are some things that we need to discuss." We
followed him into the large study.

"Nice place," I said.

"Thank you, it's Chrissy's," he told me. "We were looking for a bigger
place and Chrissy convinced us to move in with her."

"Is this one of the privileges of owning a slave?" Amy asked. "You own
her property as well?"

"I suppose it could be," he said, "but that is not the way that it
works. First of all, I do not own Chrissy, Becky does. Secondly, we
are all paying her rent, though admittedly not the market value of
this place. Nonetheless, we live like a family, so it is not that I
own what was the girls', but rather that we jointly own everything
together. And that is by agreement alone; legally, we each own our own
things."

"Still, you must be a happy camper," I said. "You have three naked
girls running around, and from what I understand, numerous girls on
the side."

He laughed and told us he would be crazy if he didn't enjoy it. "But I
like to think that they are getting something out of this relationship
as well," he said.

I asked what they were getting out of the relationship, and Jamie
replied, "I have a freedom that I've never had before. I do whatever
my Master tells me, and there is no guilt or remorse. If it feels
good, and it almost always does, then I can enjoy it without worrying
about whether it is right or wrong; if he tells me to do it, then it
is right!"

"The same is true for me," Becky added. "But for me, he also made me
realize that I was not a particularly nice person. When he showed me
what I had become, I realized that I wanted to be someone different;
someone that is kind and loving; he is helping me become that
person. Plus, I really have fun trying to come up with new ways to
please him!"

I told them that was enough personal details, and I asked him what he
had planned for them. He explained that, if they still wanted to, he
was going to take them as his slaves next Saturday. He asked for our
blessings, but he also explained that if he didn't get them, they
would still go ahead, just as Amy had predicted.

"We are hoping that you can accept us, and how we want to live," he
explained. "We want you in our lives."

"So you just want to be a normal part of the family? And when you come
over for a holiday dinner, you'll bring your three naked slave girls?"
Amy asked.

"Yes, I want to be part of your families," he responded. He explained
that they both felt a strong connection to their families and he
wanted them to remain part of their families. "It would make me very
happy to be part of that as well.

"As for holiday dinners," he said with a smile, "I think I can allow
them to wear clothes to those occasions. And if we have big family
dinners here, I will allow them clothes as well. But if you are just
coming by for a visit, then they will be naked, and they will remain
naked, because that is the way that we live."

I pointed out that he was still wearing his clothes.

"That is correct," I said. "First of all, I would not want to offend
you by being naked in front of you for this meeting. Second, I feel
vulnerable enough just having this conversation; I don't think I could
possibly have done it naked. Third, being the top dog has certain
privileges. It is true; I make these girls run around naked for my
benefit while I remain dressed. It excites me, and I believe it
excites them. But whatever the reason, in our house, it is my
decision, and this is what I choose. Whether you like it or not, that
is the way that it will be."

Amy and I sat quietly for a few minutes, soaking it all in. I realized
once again that Amy had hit the nail on the head. If we stomped off,
condemning their lifestyle, we would lose our daughters. We really had
no choice, and that frustrated me, but I realized that these were
grown women, much as we wanted them to be our babies.

"I can't say yet that I approve of this situation," I told him, "but I
love my child, and I can see that she is determined to go through with
this. I don't want to lose her, so we will have to go along with
it. Frankly, as I told her earlier, I am very impressed that anyone
can get her to do what they want, so there must be something to you!"

"A lot of love and some painful discipline," he said, smiling at
Becky.

"And what about you?" he asked Amy.

"I guess that I have to agree with Claire. She knows you better than I
do, and she clearly doesn't think you are a raving lunatic, so
hopefully things will work out. But I have to warn you, if you hurt my
daughter, I and my husband will come after you and kill you, do you
understand?"

"I do, ma'am, and I agree with you," I said. "I might hurt her in
little ways; that happens in every relationship. However I would never
do anything to seriously injure either of your daughters. I love them
both too much."

"I think I'll take that drink now," Amy said.

"How about champagne all around?" he asked, and Chrissy went off to
get some.

The girls then told us that they would be having their wedding next
Saturday, and they invited us to attend. Before we could accept,
however, their 'Master' warned us, "This will not be a traditional
ceremony. These two beautiful women will be offering themselves to me,
and I will be accepting. The relationship is something more than a
traditional man and wife, and I will be displaying my ownership of
them. By the end of the ceremony, they will be nude and on display. We
would very much like you to be there, but I need you to understand
what it will be like so that you are not surprised."

I looked at Becky and I realized something. "You expect me to break
this to your father, don't you?" I asked. Becky didn't look directly
at me, but she nodded her head.

"Well, I didn't raise any dummies," I sighed. "I'll tell him, but I
think he will want to meet with all of you before this 'ceremony'."

"Yes, mother," Becky said quietly.

"Well that's a first!" I said. "You are definitely making her a more
obedient girl!"

"You have no idea," he said.

"I don't want to know!" I replied, laughing for the first time in a
while.

We had our drinks and made arrangements to have dinner together on
Wednesday night. When we made the recommendation, he said, "That works
for us."

As we got ready to leave, Becky began crying and thanking me for being
understanding. It was a little uncomfortable having my fully grown
daughter hugging me while she was stark naked, but I could see she
needed it, so I let her.

We left and headed home, each of us quietly thinking about what had
happened. How was I going to break this to my husband?

+++++

I didn't talk to my husband Jake about the day as soon as he arrived
home. I was very nervous and not quite sure how to put it. I was not
happy that Becky had dumped this in my lap, but she was probably
right; it would be better for me to break it to him in the peace of
our house, rather than have him blow up in person. I would have put it
off for longer, but I knew that Amy would be talking to her husband
Jim soon, and they would compare notes.

After dinner I told him that we had to talk.

"What's up," he asked.

"Well, it's a good news, bad news thing," I told him.

"Uh oh, something tells me I won't like this," he said.

"Becky's getting married," I blurted.

"What? Is that the good news, or the bad news?" Jake asked.

"The good news," I told him.

"Your tone of voice tells me that I am not going to like the bad
news," he said. I knew that he was right. I didn't really know a good
way to break it to him.

"What do you know about alternative lifestyles?" I asked him.

"What does that have to do with Becky getting married?" he asked. He
was not making it easy for me, so I thought I'd just spit it out.

"Becky and Jamie are both marrying Becky's boyfriend, and they are
both going to be his slaves," I said in a rush. There, it was out.

He looked at me like I was insane. "Do you want to run that by me
again?" he asked in a deceptively calm tone of voice.

I slowly repeated, "Becky and Jamie are both marrying Becky's
boyfriend. And they are both going to be his slaves."

"What the hell does that mean?" he demanded. "How can two people marry
the same man? And what do you mean by slaves. Clair, tell me what is
going on this instant!"

So I did. I told him about the day and its revelations. I told him how
Becky agreed to be his slave. How Jamie did as well. That his beloved
daughter was bisexual. I told him everything, not leaving anything
out. And amazingly, he did not go ballistic. Oh, he was upset, he was
very upset. But he took it in stride, and he thought it through.

"If we try and stop this, she'll just ignore us and go off with him
anyway, cutting us out from her life," he said, with the same insight
that Amy had.

"I think that she will," I told him. "It doesn't make sense, but they
both love him very much, and he loves them as well."

"Then there is really nothing to do but support her," he said. "It's
not really the end of the world; she'll still have a loving family,
and it sounds like she is having fun."

We kissed and hugged, and now that we were over the initial shock and
on the road to acceptance, we started talking about it with more
humor. "He really has her obeying him?" Jake asked.

"Really," I told him. "He explained that he used a combination of
reward and punishment and she certainly seems to be taking to it." I
grinned at him and said, "I told him that he should let me see him
spank her, because she deserved a good spanking on many occasions when
growing up."

"That would certainly be embarrassing for her, especially if I watched
as well," Jake chuckled.

"Especially since I'm sure it's a bare bottom spanking!" I countered.

"The only kind there should be," Jake said with an evil grin.

"Don't even *think* about it!" I said nervously.

"Why, haven't you ever done anything to deserve a good bare bottom
spanking?" he asked.

I looked at him for a minute and then bolted. He was up in a flash
after me, and I almost made it to the bathroom, but he grabbed me at
the last second and flung me over his shoulder.

"No, stop, don't!" I said, struggling, though I don't think he
believed me for a second.

He took me to our room and flung me down on the bed. I tried crawling
away but he pulled me over his lap and yanked my skirt up. He gave me
two sharp spanks on my panties, then started pulling them down. I
continued struggling until he slipped his fingers between my legs. He
bent over and whispered in my ear, "I'd believe your struggles a
little more if you weren't soaked."

I dropped my head in shame, because he was right. I don't know why,
but between the day's revelations and his threat to spank me, I was
positively gushing. He got my panties most of the way down my legs and
raised his hand to continue my spanking, this time on my bare butt.

He spanked me about ten times, not too hard, before he pushed me off
onto the bed. He stood up and started removing his clothes, and I was
surprised to realize that I was disappointed that he had stopped. As
he pulled his underwear off he said, "Maybe Becky's boyfriend has the
right idea; having a slave around here would certainly be fun!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Jake!" I told him. "You know I'll do anything
for you without being a slave!" I pulled him onto me, and then into
me. He made love to me, but I couldn't help but realize that my poor
little pussy had gushed when he joked about making me his slave.

Jake must have been as excited about the day's events as I was,
because he was pounding on me, and I was slamming right back at
him. We were both animals, and his cock felt bigger in me that it had
ever felt before. I usually took a long time to build up and cum, to
the point that Jake sometimes had to use tools on me after he got off,
but not tonight. Tonight I was cumming within seconds of him entering
me, and I could not stop cumming. I don't think that I came more than
once, but that one time lasted for minutes, until Jake's cock finally
swelled and spat his seed into me.

Even after he had cum, I felt the aftershocks for as long as he laid
on top of me, his softening cock slowly slipping out of me.

"Wow," he said, "if that is what it's like to have sex after I spank
you, you are not going to be comfortable sitting for a long time!"

I punched his arm halfheartedly and said, "It wasn't the spanking!"

"Then what was it?" he asked. "The thought of your daughter being a
sex slave? Or owning a sex slave? Or having her best friend as a sex
slave with her?"

"Stop saying sex slave!" I said.

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," he whispered as he kissed
my neck and snuggled into me. He fell asleep soon after, but I was up
very late thinking about the day.

+++++

On Wednesday night, Jake, Amy, Jim and I showed up at the restaurant
looking for our daughters. We had talked together, and we all agreed
that there was nothing that we could do to stop them, and if they were
happy in this relationship, so be it. Amy and I commiserated about not
having big weddings to help plan, but at least Amy still had another
daughter left.

We walked up to the small group that they formed and stood a little
awkwardly until Cindy walked up to Jim and turned to the group saying,
"This is my father, Jim, and you know Becky's Dad, Jake."

Becky's boyfriend shook Jake's hand and kissed my cheek, doing the
same with Jim and Amy. Jake cleared his throat, and Becky said,
"Sorry. Everyone, this is Chrissy. She's mine."

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

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

We were soon seated at a long table, with Jim, Amy, me and Jake on one
side, Cindy on the end next to me, and Becky's party arrayed across
from us.

We ordered drinks and our food, and then Becky's boyfriend told us
that our daughters were very nervous and he asked us how we were all
feeling about the situation.

I thought that I'd put his mind to rest, so I said, "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 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 me and Jake in a big hug and squeezed us tight as
she cried, and Jamie did the same with her parents.

Our husbands queried the girls to make sure that they really wanted
this, though I already knew the answer. Jim said that he didn't want
to see his daughter hurt, and he received the reply, "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."

Jim then asked Cindy what she thought, since she had spent time with
all of them. She wholeheartedly approved, so Jim, convinced for
himself, told Jamie, "Well, I'm not sure how I'm going to explain this
to my friends and the rest of my family, but I'll give you my
blessing." Jamie popped up out of her seat again and ran to her
father.

Becky looked expectantly at Jake, who in turn looked at Chrissy and
asked, "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. Suddenly I realized that my daughter
was wearing a collar and a leash! Becky pulled her leash out and
handed it to her boyfriend, and Jamie did the same.

"This is getting a little intense," I said, but my panties were
unaccountably soaked.

He took Becky's leash and slipped it back into her dress, and did the
same for Jamie, and said "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," Becky's boyfriend 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," he said with a smile. "Shall I call
you Mom?"

"Amy is fine for now," she replied.

We talked it over a little more, and then the food arrived. While we
were eating, Becky asked Jake to walk her down the aisle. Before he
agreed to it, we were warned again about the ceremony, including the
fact that our daughters would be naked for parts it. When Jake
nonetheless agreed, Becky again popped up to hug him, and Jim received
similar treatment when he agreed to give Jamie away.

We finished dinner, and before dessert Jake said, "Why don't us
menfolk go to the bar for a cigar and a brandy?"

As they got up to go, I pulled Jake close to me and said, "Becky is in
love with him. Don't do anything stupid!"

Jake just whispered, "Don't worry!" and walked away, but I was a
little worried.

After they were gone, we sat uncomfortably for a few minutes before
Amy 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?"

Cindy laughed and said, "Geez mom! She should be the one telling you
about the facts of life!"

We all laughed, but then I told Becky, "Seriously, I know you are into
this whole slave thing, but you need to think about yourself too! I
know that you want to make him happy, but be sure that he makes you
happy too."

Becky replied, "Don't worry, he makes me _very_ happy!" I could tell
that she was thinking exactly how happy he made her, because she was
squirming in her seat.

In exasperation I said, "Do you ever think about anything other than
sex any more?"

Becky said, "Why should I have to? I have a master to think about
everything else!"

I didn't know how to reply to that! We ended up discussing the few
details of the wedding that we knew about; Becky and Jamie were very
excited now that they knew more about it.

The men returned shortly and when he sat down next to Becky, I saw her
grab his hand and pull it between her legs. He was looking at me as
she did that, and I dropped my eyes; I just couldn't look at him as he
did that to my daughter. I should have been angry, but once again, all
I could think about was my wet panties.

We finished dessert and said our goodbyes, then headed out to our
car. We had come into the city with Amy and Jim, and we headed out in
silence for a few minutes before Jim finally said, "Well that was
different!"

"I'll say," Amy replied. "Are we all still OK with it?"

"I am," I replied. "They love each other, and they are going to do
what they want. I raised my baby the best I could, and I am going to
support the choices she makes in life. Lord knows she could have done
much worse!"

"I agree," Jake said. "We had a nice talk with him, and I think he
loves them as much as they love him."

"What was that all about, at the bar?" Amy asked. "Some sort of male
bonding ritual? What did you talk about?"

"Oh, we just wanted him to understand that we would not stand for him
hurting our babies. He agreed, and that was that."

"That's all you talked about?" I asked.

"Oh, maybe we discussed one or two more things," Jake said with a
smile. "You know, it's a guy thing."

"Were you comparing the sizes of your dicks?" Amy joked, and we all
cracked up.

We discussed the evening for a few more minutes when my cell phone
rang. I answered it, and it was Becky.

"What's up?" I asked.

"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..."

I didn't know what that was about, but I turned to Amy and said,
"Becky told me to tell you that you should do whatever Jim asks
tonight." She looked at me with a puzzled expression, but I just
shrugged.

I heard Becky shriek into the phone, "Oh god, mother! I didn't mean in
front of them. I'll talk to you tomorrow," and she disconnected.

I put the phone away and looked at Amy. I turned to Jake and asked,
"Exactly what is going on here?"

He looked back at me with a patently phony innocent expression and
said, "Not much. We'll discuss it at home."

Amy glanced at Jim and said, "You too?" He just nodded.

*Chapter 1.5*

When we got home, we dropped off Amy and Jim and said good night, and
then we headed into our house. Jake went to get a drink, and I went
upstairs to get undressed and take a shower. When I came out, Jake was
sitting on the bed waiting for me.

"Do you want to explain what the conversation that I had with Becky in
the car was all about?" I asked as I dried my hair.

He nodded and said, "Becky's boyfriend must have shared part of our
conversation with her." He stood up and walked over to me. He put his
arms around me and kissed me right and proper.

When I got my breath back I looked at him expectantly. He ran his
fingers over my neck and face, and then pushed my arms down my side
and behind me. He had one arm holding my hands behind me as he used
his other hand to loosen and remove the towel that I had wrapped
around me.

"We were discussing the fact that since you were pushing so hard to
have us accept Becky's decision to be a slave, maybe you should see
how it feels to be in Becky's place."

My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in shock and outrage. Of
course, the outrage might have been tempered a little by the fact that
my nipples hardened to tight little points at the same time.

Still holding my hands behind my back, he nuzzled my neck and breathed
in my ear, "I'll tell you what. If you are not wet, I'll drop the
subject. But if you are wet, you belong to me tonight." He started
moving his hand down my side, then over towards my middle. I shivered
and moaned. I knew what he was going to find. I didn't want him to
discover it, but I was helpless to stop him, helpless to even speak.

He slipped his fingers over my fuzzy pubic mound, and my legs spread
involuntarily, allowing them to run over my slit. I groaned as he
touched my clit, and he let out a huge belly laugh. "You're not wet;
you're soaked! How turned on by all this are you?"

I just blushed and turned my head away. He grabbed my chin and pulled
it back so that my eyes locked on his. "You are mine tonight," he
said, and then kissed me. No, he didn't kiss me; he took possession of
my mouth. He released my hands, but by then I had grabbed one of my
wrists with a hand, and I left them behind my back. He swooped me up
in his arms and carried me the short way to the bed. He laid me down
and I stayed where he left me, as he walked to his closet.

He returned a moment later with a handful of ties. He dropped them on
the edge of the bed and positioned my limbs so that I was spread eagle
on the bed. I made no effort to stop him, and I didn't move from the
position that he placed me in. He took a tie and bound an arm to the
head of the bed, then a leg to the foot of the bed, and repeated the
process with my other limbs. He then proceeded to put another tie
around my eyes. I was now bound and blindfolded, and wetter then I'd
ever been before in my life.

I heard him taking his clothes off, and then there was silence. I lay
utterly still until I felt him take one of my nipples in his mouth. I
gasped and arched my back as the sensation surprised me with bolts of
pleasure shooting directly from my nipple to my pussy. He actually
ended up biting me a little as my chest slammed up towards his
face. He apologized, but it almost made me cum; if he hadn't let go
immediately I _would_ have cum.

He started running his fingers all over my body, and not being able to
see where he was going to place them next was driving me crazy! We'd
been married for over 25 years and I couldn't believe that we hadn't
tried this before. I almost cried realizing what we had missed.

I felt him climb onto the bed, and the second he touched my clit with
his tongue I exploded like there was a rocket under me. I slammed my
pelvis up, hitting his nose along the way, which did absolutely
nothing to slow my orgasm. It must not have bothered him too much,
because he grabbed my hips with his hands and shoved me back into the
bed as he buried his face in my pussy. I had barely finished my first
orgasm before I was starting on my next. I screamed again and he
pulled his head out from between my legs.

He waited as I gathered myself back together after my shattering
orgasm. "In all the time I've known you," he said, "I have never seen
you cum more than once in a row. Does this really make you that hot?"

I could feel my face, my whole body in fact, reddening at the thought,
but I nodded my head sharply, not trusting myself to try and speak.

"I am going to buy that boy a nice wedding present," he said, just
before sticking his tongue back into me, so deep that it felt that it
reached into my stomach. I didn't cum when he did that, but I felt
like I could very easily!

He kept at me for a while, and I started whispering.

"What did you say?" he demanded.

"Cock," I whispered, slightly louder. "Please may I have your cock in
my mouth?" I had never asked to suck his cock before. I had done it
for him, if not regularly than at least sometimes. But I had never
asked him if I could; I had never felt this craving for his cock in my
mouth. Now, however, I felt like I had to pleasure him. I wanted to
make him feel how much I wanted his cock.

I felt him shift around on the bed, and his knees went around my
head. I sensed his cock in front of my face, and I picked my head up
to wrap my mouth around it. He kept moving it up and down, so that it
would pop out of my mouth and I would have to recapture it. Normally
that wouldn't be a problem, but what he was doing to my cunt was
quickly making me lose my mind.

I shoved my head up higher onto his cock, so that he could not easily
withdraw it. He shoved down, instead, and I gagged as his head
approached my throat. I sucked tightly and he pulled his hips way up,
dragging his cock out of my mouth.

"Oh no, you don't," he told me. "I'm not as young and virile as I once
was, and you are not getting away without having my cock in your pussy
tonight."

Again I felt him move around the bed, and soon his cock was nudging at
the entrance to my pussy. "Think I need to get some lube?" he asked
with a smirk in his voice.

I quickly shook my head, then gasped as I felt his thick tube
penetrate me right to the bottom in one stroke. I couldn't believe how
good it felt. This was the man who was in my bed every night. We
didn't make love every night, but our sex life was not bad. But
this... it was never like this for me. I couldn't understand it, but
at this point I didn't care. Amazingly, I was building to another
orgasm. Jake kept pounding at me, and he took me right over the
top. Even better, I didn't stop cumming until I felt his spunk
spraying my walls. He locked up rigidly on top of me as he came,
pulsing into me. When he was done, he pulled off and collapsed next to
me.

After a minute or so, he got his breath back and rolled back on top of
me. He pulled my blindfold off and kissed me gently on the lips. "A
*very* nice present," he said.

I blushed shyly. In front of my husband, I blushed shyly!

He rolled off again and we lay there relaxing, although my relaxation
was somewhat tempered by the fact that I was still bound. In a few
more minutes, Jake untied my arms and legs. He gathered me in his arms
and before we fell asleep he said, "If this is what you are like when
I make you my slave, you are going to be serving me for a _very_ long
time."


*Chapter 2*

I woke up on Thursday morning feeling very satisfied. I wallowed in it
for a few minutes until I remembered what had caused it. When I
thought about that, I sat up with a gasp. Jake was still asleep next
to me. I looked down at him, and he still looked like the same man I
had been married to for years, but last night had not been like any
night before.

In fact, this week had not been like any week before. First there was
the beginning of the week, learning about my daughter being a
slave. Then there was the whole evening yesterday, watching my baby
wearing a collar and a leash, telling me about becoming a slave,
watching her master running his hands between her legs. Now that I
think about it, I bet she wasn't even wearing panties.

And then last night...

It might not have been his idea, but Jake picked up the ball and ran
with it! He took me, and I did nothing to stop him, couldn't imagine
stopping him.

And the feelings... I never came that hard in all my years.

I looked down at him and sighed. What do I do now? There was no way
that he would believe that I didn't love everything that he did to me
last night. But I wasn't going to be his slave! It was patently
ridiculous! I could never enjoy it the way that Becky claims she
does. I'm a respectable mother and upstanding member of the community,
not a sexual deviant.

And yet... As I watched his morning erection rising under the sheet,
all I could think about was how it would please him if I took it into
my mouth. How it would please me to feel his thickness filling my
mouth.

But I could not let him think of me like that. I could not do anything
that made him think that it would be in any way, shape or form
acceptable to even consider enslaving me.

And yet... My hand had already pulled the sheet down the bed, exposing
his rigid cock to the air, to my eyes.

But I wouldn't do anything about it. I had to reassert myself this
morning. I had to regain control, or I felt that I would be lost
forever. I couldn't lose control, because if I did, I would be obeying
his every command, and I could not do that.

And yet... The feel of the head of his cock as I slowly drew it into
my mouth was intoxicating. The taste of us, despite being dried and
hours old caused me to produce even more of those same fluids.

But I had to be in control. I slowly moved my head up and down,
hearing Jake groan in his sleep. I would give him pleasure because it
was my choice. Because I wanted to make him feel good. Because I could
bestow the gift of this blowjob on him.

And yet... As the groans changed to indicate he was awake, the feel of
his hands on my head as he fucked my face, as he took away my ability
to control my movements, and he pushed his cock as deeply as he wanted
into my mouth, as he spurted into my mouth, using it as nothing better
than a receptacle for his cum.

And yet... As he came in my mouth, my pussy pulsed, releasing even
more fluids as for the first time in my life I came with absolutely no
manual stimulation.

And yet... As he pulled me roughly up to him. As he kissed me. As he
rolled over on top of me. As he whispered, "Now that is the way a
slave wakes up her master."

And yet... Would it be such a bad thing to be my husband's slave?


*Chapter 3*

After Jake went to work I went over to Amy's for coffee. She had a
freshly fucked glow, the same one that I knew I had in spades.

"That was an evil suggestion that he planted in our husband's brains,"
she said, causing my smile to widen, "but I must say, playing the
slave for the evening was certainly entertaining. I guess you ended up
playing the little game as well, right?"

I lost a little of my smile. Amy had played the slave game. Had we
played the slave game? It didn't feel like a game to me, but I
nonetheless nodded.

"Tell me about it," she asked eagerly.

"You first," I countered.

"OK," she began. "We got home and Jim said, 'If you think it is such a
good thing for our daughter to be a slave, why don't you try it?'

"I dropped to my knees and asked, 'How may I serve you master?' He
told me to undress him, and then he said, 'Make me hard with your
mouth!' So I did. He then had me do a striptease for him, and he took
me to the bedroom and did me while I was on my hands and knees. He
even spanked me a little for being an undisciplined little slave girl
while he was taking me. It was gooood sex!

"What about you, how did it go for you?"

I paused for a minute, unsure what to say, but finally I told her, "A
lot like yours went, though he might have used some ties as well." I
was blushing furiously.

"Oh, ho!" Amy cackled. "A little bondage to spice things up! I am
definitely going to have to play this game with him again, though
maybe sometimes I'll get to have him as my slave! Are you going to
play again?"

I nodded, blushing some more. Amy gave me a funny look and asked, "Are
you sure you liked it?"

"It was OK," I said, and then I changed the topic to our daughter's
impending nuptials. While I was able to change the conversation, Amy
kept giving me funny looks throughout the morning. Eventually, I made
up a lame excuse and ran out of the house.

That night Jake asked me, "Did you discuss your night with Amy?" He
knew that we talked about everything. I nodded my head.

"What did she have to say?" he asked.

"That's private!" I exclaimed.

"I know, and I want you to tell me anyway," he said.

Throughout our marriage, he knew that though I loved him, I wouldn't
tell him all the things that Amy and I talked about. It drove him a
little crazy that I wouldn't share secrets, but he accepted it. Except
now he wasn't, and despite years of practice, I found myself telling
him, in as much detail as Amy had given me, exactly what went on in
their house last night.

"So the undisciplined slave got spanked," he mused. The he crooked his
finger at me and pointed to his lap. I knew what was coming, and
despite that, I felt my feet taking me over to him. He pulled me down
over his lap and pulled my skirt up. He reached over to the table and
picked up a knife, then proceeded to cut my panties off of me. He
raised his hand and gave me a sound spanking, to the point that I was
sobbing and I'm sure my ass was blazing. And yet, I had not said one
word since I finished the story!

He pushed me gently off of his lap and opened his pants. "Make me
hard," he said. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth.

"Look at me when you do that," he commanded, and I shifted my gaze
into his eyes. He must have been able to see the waves of
embarrassment and shame pouring from my eyes.

When he was hard he had me stand up and he said "Strip." I pulled my
remaining clothes off and I stood in front of him, shifting my weight
from leg to leg as I held my hands behind me.

"Go to the bedroom and get on the bed," he told me. "I want you on
your knees, your chest and head to the bed. I want to see your
beautiful red ass when I walk into the room."

I did as he asked, without question, or rather without verbal
question. In my head I was screaming, "Don't do it! He'll make you his
slave! He's *not* playing a game!"

And yet here I was, on my bed, face buried in the blanket, ass raised
in the air. I had glanced in the mirror briefly on my way into the
room, and my ass was as red as I thought it would be.

I heard Jake walk into the room, felt him climb onto the bed behind
me, and then with no foreplay (or rather, no additional foreplay), he
buried his cock into me in one stroke. I was surprised at how fast and
easily he took me, though given how much fluid I was dripping, I
shouldn't have been.

Jake was not making love to me tonight, he was fucking me. He was
fucking me hard. He was taking possession of me. He had not asked me
to do anything tonight; instead, he had told me what to do, and I had
obeyed his every command. It frightened me. It confused me. It
terrified me. It excited me.

Jake grabbed my hips and slammed his cock in and out of me. I felt my
orgasm building and building, taking me closer without pushing me
over. Then I felt his fingers running up and down my ass, through my
crack and over my asshole. Then I felt the burning snap of his hand
slapping my ass. He started a pattern of thrusting, brushing me with
his fingers and slapping my ass. With each brush of his finger I felt
my orgasm move an inch forward. With each thrust, a foot. With each
spank, a yard.

Then he grabbed both my hips again and started pounding into me,
slamming my abused ass to his pelvis on each thrust, and I exploded. I
felt my juices running down my thighs, an incongruous feeling as my
pussy and ass were clenching in wondrous orgasm. My hot cunt squeezed
on his hard pole, sucking the cum right out of him. I felt him thrust
as deeply as he could, felt his cum hitting my womb as I felt my
fluids dripping onto the back of my knees. Every feeling seemed
magnified a hundred times.

He knelt behind me for a minute, and then collapsed to the side,
pulling me down with him, his cock managing to remain embedded in my
cunt. He wouldn't let me move as I felt our combined cum dripping out
of me around his cock, and to be honest, I didn't want to move. His
hand came over me to cup my breast as I felt his lips on the back of
my neck.

"You make such a good slave," he whispered in my ear, and while I
wanted to protest that I was not his slave, he could tell what I was
thinking as my pussy rippled around his cock.

Jake still would not let me move, and for the first time in my life I
fell asleep with a cock in my pussy.

*Chapter 4*

It was Friday morning. Two days since our dinner with Becky. Two
days. Had I changed that much in two days? I stood naked in front of
the mirror looking at myself. Except for some slight bruising on my
bottom, I looked like exactly the same person. On the other hand, I
felt quite different. I felt like I was a runaway train. I was
determined to have a long talk with Jake tonight. I needed to get some
level of control back.

I got dressed and went downstairs, and a little later I heard Amy
coming in. "Good Morning!" she called as she came in. I went over and
poured another cup of coffee, handing it to her as she came into the
room.

She took a seat at the table while I remained standing next to the
counter, and we chatted aimlessly. She eventually said with a good
natured grin, "Would you please sit down, I'm getting a crick in my
neck!"

I smiled back and sat down tentatively. My ass was still sore, and the
reason that I was standing was that I was not sure it would be
completely comfortable sitting. I was right; I could feel the bruises
on my ass.

Apparently, Amy could tell that I was hurting as well, because she
asked if I was OK. "It's nothing," I said, and I could feel my face
blushing.

"I don't think it's just nothing," Amy chortled. "Fess up!"

"Well, it's your fault!" I complained.

"Mine?" she asked.

"Yesterday you mentioned that Jim spanked you," I explained, "and when
Jake heard that, he decided that he would see how he liked it. He went
a little overboard, and my ass is a little sore this morning. Happy?"

"Well, I would be happier if I had seen that," she said, "but at least
I understand why you are having trouble sitting."

"Amy!" I shrieked in chagrin.

She just smiled evilly and asked, "Besides the after effects, was it
good?"

I blushed again as I nodded.

"Slave one night, naughty girl the next," Amy said. "You are certainly
having a more active time than normal." We had discussed our sex
lives, and she knew that we didn't have sex every night, so this was
unusual. The only difference with what she said, however, was that I
was a slave girl both nights.

She must have seen something in my face because she said, "You are
usually not this embarrassed, even when we discuss your sex
life. What's up with that?"

"Nothing," I said. "It's just that this is new territory for me."

We sat quietly drinking our coffee for a few minutes, and I saw that
Amy was looking at me speculatively. A few minutes later, she said,
"Claire, get me a piece of cake."

I started going to get it when I realized what she had said. Amy was,
if nothing else, unfailingly polite. She always said please and thank
you. She hadn't asked me for the cake, she had demanded it. It wasn't
anything large, but it was surprising. I handed her the cake with a
questioning glance, but Amy just said, "Thank you." I mentally
shrugged and we continued talking for a while before Amy had to leave.

That night Jake came home exhausted. I got him dinner and we sat in
front of the TV for a while. Eventually I asked him, "Are you ready
for tomorrow?"

He said, "I think so, though Becky and Jamie are very pretty
girls. I'm not sure how I'm going to react to seeing them naked."

"Well, just remember, one of them is young enough to be your daughter,
and the other one *is* your daughter," I teased him.

He grabbed me, pulled me onto his lap and kissed me as he said, "If I
get too excited I'll just take it out on you."

"You won't hear me complaining," I said happily.

"No, I haven't heard you complaining," he said.

I looked at him and wanted to bring up the conversation I felt we
needed to have, but I didn't know how to do it.

"We have a long day tomorrow," Jake said. "Let's go to bed."

We went to the bedroom and got into pajamas. He pulled me to him,
kissed me, and then closed his eyes. In a few minutes we were both
asleep.

+++++

We all went into the city together again, this time dressed up in nice
clothes. We got to Becky's house and rang the bell. Chrissy answered
the door. She was wearing a red dress, low-cut at the neck with very
little back. It was short and sexy, and she made me feel frumpy. She
led us in, and I realized that we were among the first guests. She led
us to the girls, and Amy exclaimed, "You look so beautiful!"

I don't know what I expected, but it was not what they were
wearing. Becky and Jamie were in identical dresses, white silk, tied
around their neck, then opening around their hips and flowing into a
train in the back. Their breasts were covered, but you could see their
white silk bikini panties. Their legs were uncovered and they were
barefoot. As a final touch, they were wearing white leather cuffs on
their wrists and ankles.

And Amy was right. Despite the fact that they were not dressed nearly
traditional, they were both beautiful. My actual thought was that they
looked right. And once again, my treacherous pussy betrayed me. This
was my daughter, about to give herself into eternal bondage, and
instead of horror, instead of trepidation, instead of motherly
concern, all I could think about was how she must feel in that
outfit. Was it embarrassment? Shame? Sexiness? Pride?

And a piece of my brain kept asking, how would I feel in it?
Embarrassment? Definitely. Shame? Maybe. Sexiness? Oh, yeah! Pride? I
just didn't know.

We fluttered around the girls for a while, and they seemed extremely
happy and very excited. This wedding had a reception first. The guests
continued to arrive, and as the girls wandered around greeting
everyone, they answered part of my question. Embarrassment? No
way. Pride? Definitely!

We mingled and we introduced ourselves to Becky's friends. They seemed
very nice and non-judgmental, though I'm sure it was a carefully
selected set of friends.

I was walking around by myself when Becky's boyfriend, soon to be
Master, walked by. I grabbed him and kissed him on the cheek. "This is
nicer than I expected," I told him. It was true. Given how much he
controlled them, he didn't have to make them a nice wedding, but he
did, and they were enjoying it as every bride should.

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

"I know that it's going to be hard for me to watch," I told him, "but
Becky seems happy and given your relationship, I should be happy that
she is getting anything."

I took a nervous drink and smiled lopsidedly at him. "You know, I
don't know if I should be thanking you, or hitting you," I told him.

He said, innocently, "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about."

"You told my husband something," I replied.

"About what?" he asked. He was playing a game. He was going to make me
tell him.

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

"He told you that?" he replied, still acting all innocent.

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

He took a step closer, entering my personal space and asked in a
lowered voice, "Did you enjoy it?"

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

"No, that is exactly the point," he 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," I said.

"No two situations are the same," he 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."

Was I happy with the relationship? How did it compare to the one he
had with Becky? Or with Jamie? Or the one that Becky had with Chrissy?
I took a big gulp of my drink, lowered my eyes and quietly asked, "How
would you treat me?"

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

"Sorry," I whispered, embarrassed, and I started walking away. He
grabbed my elbow to stop me and he turned me to face him.

"Claire, I am not sure how I would treat you," he 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."

He paused briefly, and I thought about that. Is that what Jake was
doing. Was he experimenting? Looking for boundaries and limits? If he
was, then Lord knows I hadn't given him any. I took everything that he
gave me, and despite my mind screaming at me to stop him, if was
looking to my body for outward signs, he was getting great big juicy
green lights. If he was paying the slightest bit of attention to what
turned me on, it would explain why he was moving full steam ahead.

I saw him looking me up and down, and he 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."

Oh my God, I should have brought another pair of panties with me.

He went on, "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 ask 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.'"

Oh. My. God. Would I love to be taken in the ass? How would I feel
seeing him taking Amy? While Jim fucked me? I had to go to the
bathroom now! If they had shut the lights off right now, the room
would still be illuminated by the blush on my face!

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he said, "but you asked me
what I would do."

He was right. I did ask for it. I said, "That's OK. Thank you for
telling me what you thought." I leaned over and gave him a quick peck
on the cheek and quickly walked away. I saw Jake talking to one of
Becky's friends and I quickly went over, grabbed his arm and held him
close. Jake wrapped his arm possessively around my shoulder and pulled
me in close to him. I thought it would ground me, calm me, but it
didn't. I'm sure he just meant it as a hug, but to me it didn't feel
like a loving embrace; it felt like he was declaring, 'This woman is
mine!'

I savored it for a moment before I excused myself and went upstairs to
find a bathroom away from the crowd. I found one, quickly locked the
door and leaned up against it. I pulled up my skirt and yanked my
panties down. I shoved one fist in my mouth to quiet my moans as I
sunk three fingers into my steamy tunnel. As they were being pushed up
into me I glanced across the way and I saw myself in the mirror. I was
cumming before my fingers were completely buried in me, and I didn't
stop for at least three minutes.

When I was done, I realized that I was slumped on the floor, my bare
ass on the cold tile. When I regained a little strength in my legs, I
got up and picked up my panties. I tried to wring them out or dry them
on the towel, but I gave up and shoved them into my bag. I wiped my
pussy off as best as I could with a towel; if someone used this
bathroom soon, they would get an interesting surprise if they used
that towel to wipe their face.

I fixed my makeup and headed back down to the party. I was going for
another drink when Becky intercepted me. She said, "I saw you talking
with my Master. You weren't saying anything bad to him, were you?"

Once again, I blushed profusely. I shook my head and muttered, "No, we
were just talking," and I rushed off to get that drink. I saw Becky go
and talk to her Master, and a few minutes later they both turned to
look at me. I couldn't look at them. I turned away, my blush
increasing another 100 watts.

We mingled for about another half hour, and I managed to avoid both
Becky and her Master, though I caught both of them looking me over at
various times. Finally, it was time for the ceremony. I went to the
front with Amy as Jake and Jim went to give away our daughters.

The ceremony was bizarre. And different. And completely out of any
norm that I know of. And beautiful.

Becky and Jamie were so heartfelt in declaring their unconditional
love for their new Master. They gave him their bodies, their hearts,
their souls. And he accepted them, and gave them his love in return.

I watched as their bridesmaids stripped them of their wedding finery,
and I felt Jake pull me closer to me. They may have been his daughter
and his daughter's best friend, but they were beautiful, sexy, naked
women.

I watched them being collared, and I thought that removing my panties
had been a very big mistake. Then I watched them get pierced through
their nipples, and that took the edge off slightly; it did not look
like something that I would enjoy.

I watched them stripped of their panties, showing everybody their
tattoos declaring their slavery.

I watched them give him rings, and I could see the surprise and the
love on his face. He might have owned these girls, but they could
still surprise him.

When the ceremony was over, he thanked everyone and announced that
they were going to conduct another, more private ceremony. Before they
left, Becky came up and hugged and kissed me and Jake. It was a little
disconcerting, hugging my naked daughter, my daughter with a pierced
nipple, a collar and leash, and a tattoo on her bare
pussy. Nevertheless, she was my daughter. I hugged her and told her
that I loved her. We would not be seeing her for a week, so I told her
to call me as soon as she returned from her honeymoon.

After they went upstairs, we gathered our things and left. We went to
the car and started home in silence, until Jim broke it by saying,
"That was... interesting."

"That is an understatement!" Jake agreed.

"I think that it was a beautiful ceremony," I exclaimed. "They meant
every word that they said, and I think they all love each other very
much!"

"I agree," Jake said. "Don't get angry. I was not complaining. I was
just saying that it was not a _traditional_ wedding."

"I'll say!" Amy said. "And my mother thought my wedding dress was racy
because part of my back was exposed!"

We all laughed, and we discussed what we liked and didn't like about
the ceremony. None of us really had anything to complain about, though
both the men claimed to be a little uncomfortable seeing their little
girls nude like that.

"Oh, please!" Amy said to Jim. "You know very well that you found both
of them extremely sexy, and that you would nail Becky in an instant if
you could. Hell, you'd probably nail Jamie if you could get away with
it!"

"I would not!" Jim sputtered.

"Are you saying that you did not find them sexy?" she asked. "Are you
saying that watching your daughter and Jake's daughter kneeling before
their master, cuffed and collared, pierced and tattooed, vowing to do
absolutely anything that he wants, are you telling me that did not
turn you on?"

"She's my daughter!" Jim said defensively.

"Please!" Amy exclaimed, and she reached her hand into his crotch. "Is
that why your cock is so big and hard?" I looked over and she was
kneading it with her hand.

"If we were alone, I'd show you that your wife still has something to
offer!" she told him.

I was shocked when Jake said, "Don't let us stop you!"

Amy glanced up at us in the front seat and said, "Fine!" I heard Jim's
zipper opened and he protested ineffectually as Amy pulled his cock
out and bent over it. The light was not good and the angle was wrong,
so I could not see his cock, but for the next ten minutes I could hear
his moans and the wet slurping as Amy gave him a blowjob.

And the entire time, all I could think about was everything that
Becky's master had told me. I could picture Jake behind Amy, filling
her with his cock as she sucked her husband.

And then I felt Jake's hand run up my thigh and into my swampy
pussy. He glanced over in surprise as he realized that there were no
panties in the way. He pulled his hand out and put his fingers in his
mouth, then called out, "You'd better hurry up and finish, because we
are almost home."

I heard Jim groan louder as Amy redoubled her efforts, and I could
tell when he was spurting into her mouth by the grunts and
groans. Soon Amy sat up smiling, just as we pulled up to their
house. They got out, Jim on the driver's side, Amy on my side. Jim
stuck his hand in Jake's window and they shook. "Thanks for
understanding," he told Jake.

Amy came to my window and stuck her head in. She smiled at me, then
grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I was
expecting a peck, but instead she pushed her lips to mine and stuck
her tongue out! When I involuntarily opened my mouth, she pushed a
load of sperm into my mouth! I was shocked!

The men were still talking, and they did not notice what Amy was
doing. She swallowed her portion of the load and said, "That was a
little thank you for not complaining." She bent over again and gently
kissed me on the lips, licking a little sperm that had escaped the
side of my mouth.

"See you Monday morning at my house," she said, and she took Jim's
hand and led him into their house.

I sat, somewhat stunned by the turn of events, as Jake drove the short
distance to our house. Before we got out of the car he asked, "What
happened to your panties?"

I blushed and dropped my eyes. "They are in my purse," I muttered.

"And why, my dear, are they in your purse?" he asked.

"I messed them up," I said, my voice even lower than before.

"We are going to sit here," Jake explained to me, "and you are going
to tell me, in explicit detail, exactly how you messed up your
panties."

I didn't want to. I could just tell him that I drank too much and peed
them. But no, I'm sure he would check. There is a distinct difference
between a pair of panties that has been peed in and a sodden lump of
cloth covered in girl cum.

Still, I could make something up, I'm sure that I could! But I
didn't. I told him everything. I told him that I got wet seeing my
beautiful daughter dressed up like a slave. That my panties were
soaked when I thought of myself in that dress.

I told Jake of my conversation with our daughter's master. I told Jake
that I said I didn't know whether to thank or hit him. God help me, I
even told Jake that I asked how he would treat me. And I told Jake the
answer that I had received.

I finally was able to tell Jake how confused I was by everything that
he had done to me. I had a whole speech prepared that I had been
practicing in my head for a few days, but I said none of it. Instead,
all my fears gushed out. My fear of what he was doing to me. My fear
of losing control. My fear of how much I was loving it.

I explained what I was told about finding limits and boundaries, and
how that scared me even more, because I had set none. I told Jake how
I was told to share my fantasies. I repeated, almost word for word,
the fantasies that Becky's master had laid out for me. Of Jake taking
my ass. Of Jake taking Amy while Jim took me.

And finally, I told him of seeing Becky and her Master looking at
me. How it had sent me scurrying for the bathroom. How I had been
forced to masturbate. How I had cum until I collapsed on the
floor. How I had removed my panties.

When I was done, I sat quietly next to my husband. Jake had not said a
word the entire time that I had been speaking. He simply sat there
listening, and I had no idea what my revelations, my confessions, had
made him feel. We sat like that for at least five minutes, and if
you've ever sat in silence, waiting for judgment, you know how long
five minutes feels.

Finally he said, "Come into the house with me, Claire."

He opened his door and got out of the car. I followed him to the
house, waiting behind him as he unlocked the door. I followed him to
the bedroom and he gestured for me to sit on the bed. I sat demurely
in front of him, waiting for him to pass judgment on me.

He began speaking to me. "Claire, this has been a hell of a
week. First, we find out about our daughter. She is a changed
person. Now, she is a slave, and a bisexual one at that. Before this
week I tried not to think about my daughter's sex life, and now I have
seen it up close and personal.

"And then we played a game. A game suggested by my daughter's
master. A game where you play a slave and I play a master. But it
wasn't a game to you. I could tell that right from the start. You
didn't just enjoy it as another sexual activity. You lived it.

"In all the years that I have known you, I have never before seen you
as turned on as I have this week. I have never seen you as wet. I have
never seen you cum so much, or so hard.

"I enjoyed myself as well, Claire, I'll admit it. It is exciting to
wield that kind of power. To have you in my thrall. To know that I am
giving you so much pleasure. But I could live without it. It was a fun
game for me, and I'd like to repeat it, but if I didn't, I would be
fine.

"But I don't think that you would be. Becky used to be such an in
charge woman, and now she is kneeling before her master. I don't
understand how that happened, but I think that you have it worse. You
were anything but submissive, and now you can't seem to say no to
anything. It seems as if you don't want to say no to anything. And now
that the genie is out of the bottle, I don't think we can put it back
in. Do you agree?"

I was crying. He was right. If we went back to the way we were a few
days ago, I think I would die. I would just fade away. How could I go
from having that much pleasure back to the way it was before? But he
said that he could give it up, and I didn't know if he would. He had
asked me a question, and I nodded my head jerkily in agreement. We
couldn't put the genie back in the bottle. I hated my daughter for
getting me into this.

"Claire, my love, I can't be a master to you the way that Becky's is
to her. We've been married for too long. We are too set in our
ways. Much as the thought attracts me, I can't see us living with you
running around naked, serving my every need."

We were going to go back to the way we were. My tears started flowing
stronger. Then he took my chin and lifted my head so that I was
looking into his eyes.

"Claire, I may not be able to treat you like that all the time, but if
you'd like, I would be happy to treat you like that for sex. I will be
your sex master, and you can be my sex slave. During the day, and when
we are just hanging around, you will be my good old wife Claire, and I
will be your stodgy husband Jake. But at night, or during the day,
when I want sex from you, you will do what I say, how I say it. Is
that acceptable to you?"

I couldn't believe it. My spirits lifted. This was the absolute best
of all worlds. I would get my sexual fix, and still live a normal
life. Could we do it? Could he do it? Could I do it?

I jumped up and grabbed him, hugging and kissing and slobbering my wet
face all over him. He pulled me away from him, laughing, and said, "Go
get a tissue and clean up your face, then come back to me."

I ran to the bedside table to get a tissue, cleaned my face and ran
back to him. He asked, "Are you sure?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Not good enough, Claire," he said. "I want to hear you say it. I want
you to ask me if you can be my sex slave."

"Please Jake, please," I begged. "Can I be your sex slave? I will be
so good to you!"

He smiled at me and said, "Yes, Claire, you may be my sex slave."

He looked at me and said, "Take your clothes off, Claire." I quickly
stripped for him.

"Down on your knees, slave," he said, smiling.

I dropped to my knees as he went to the closet. He came back with a
tie and said, "I'm sorry I don't have a collar for you; this will have
to do." He looped his tie around my neck. I felt foolish with a Looney
Tunes tie around my neck as a symbol of my submission, but at the same
time I got a warm and tingling feeling inside.

"A couple of ground rules," he told me. "First, I am not Master or
even Sir. It is cute to hear Becky say it, but I'm too old for
that. I'm Jake, or love, or sweetheart or honey."

I nodded happily.

"Second," he continued, "from the hours of 7PM to 5AM, you are not
allowed to wear panties. I have to say that I really enjoyed reaching
under your skirt in the car and finding your pussy nude. You brought
this on yourself, little lady!"

I nodded. I had no problem with that.

"Third, you are going to do just what Becky's master told you to
do. If you like something, you tell me. Conversely, if you don't like
something, tell me that too. I guess in our new relationship I can do
it anyway, but I want to know if you are not enjoying it.

"If you have a fantasy you want to live out, I expect you to tell me
about it, no matter how disgusting or embarrassing. In fact, the more
embarrassing the better. I think that you get off on being
embarrassed, and you need to tell me everything. If you want my cock
up your ass, you will tell me. It may mortify you that a prim and
proper woman such as yourself is begging to be reamed up her ass, but
you *will* tell me. If you want to see me fucking Amy, you will ask
that I do that. Do you understand?"

I nodded again, this time with a red face. He was right; it would be
embarrassing asking for my fantasies to be fulfilled. On the other
hand, if I were wearing panties right now, they would be soaked at the
thought of what he just told me. Since I wasn't, I could feel my
thighs slipping together with the juices that were on them.

"Everything else we'll have to figure out on the fly," Jake
said. "Maybe I'll talk to our son-in-law about getting Master
lessons."

"You are going to tell him?" I asked in shock.

"Well, you are going to tell Becky, and get advice from her," he told
me. "I assume that she will tell him anyway. And he's been doing this
longer than I have. Maybe he has some words of wisdom. The one's he
imparted on you were certainly wise."

My blush covered my whole body. My daughter was going to know that I
was a slave too. My son-in-law was going to know that my body was no
longer my own. Jamie would find out, and she would probably tell Amy
and Jim. It was all too humiliating. I did the only thing I could.

"Jake, please fuck me now. Please take me and make me yours."

And he did.

The End (of Part 1)

To my readers: That's right, end of part 1. When I started this story,
I had a slightly different direction I was going in. Claire took me
somewhere else, however, so here we are. Nonetheless, the original
ideas are still there, and I will explore them further, though I may
wait until I finish my other story in progress (or it may gnaw on me,
and I'll do it sooner).

Thanks to Dark Pen for reading this over for me, and to Peter Z for
his excellent editing, as usual. Your comments are *always*
appreciated. Send me comments at MWTB at the domain
creativeentropy.com.

MWTB

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