Message-ID: <61036asstr$1298639404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Originating-Email: [kenn_ghannon@hotmail.com] X-Original-Message-ID: <COL102-DS18BDF2A80D6FB35251F586F1DD0@phx.gbl> From: Kenn Ghannon <kenn_ghannon@hotmail.com> Thread-Index: AcvUgY0yPVkz5hybR8ORd1+MB43g0A== Content-Language: en-us X-OriginalArrivalTime: 25 Feb 2011 00:20:27.0541 (UTC) FILETIME=[CD98E450:01CBD481] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2011 18:20:25 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} Partial Submission 03/03 [Mf MF MFf FF Ff inc bro sis spank oral {light BDSM} preg?] | [Mf Ff FF MFf MFF inc bro sis D/s oral anal spank {Light BDSM} preg?] Lines: 1458 Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2011 08:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2011/61036> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge End Reader License Agreement ("ERLA") By proceeding beyond the end of this license you are agreeing to the terms and conditions set forth herein. 1. 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This license Agreement is subject to revision at any time without advance notice of any kind. 4. Kenn Ghannon retains complete rights to the Document, in whole and in all its parts. 5. The Document is a work of fiction; any and all resemblances to actual people, either living or dead, are completely coincidental. Thank you. Feedback and constructive criticism cheerfully encouraged to kenn_ghannon at hotmail dot com. Flames cheerfully ignored. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Author's Note: My thanks to MWTB who's stories "Tired of Being the Nice Guy" and "Claire Converts" inspired me to try this genre. I've not decided if I will continue this "arc" or "universe" or whatever you want to call it. D/s and BDSM are not really my cup of tea though the premise that I've based this story on - the "Marital Contract" to describe an alternative to marriage - will likely figure into other stories. For a long time now, I've considered marriage outdated; I think a "Marital Contract" of some kind would be a good replacement for it. So, thank you for reading. I hope you find/found this story enjoyable. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ <1st attachment, "Partial Submission.CH03.txt" begin> Partial Submission.03 [Mf MF MFf FF Ff inc bro sis spank oral {light BDSM} preg?] | [Mf Ff FF MFf MFF inc bro sis D/s oral anal spank {Light BDSM} preg?] By Kenn Ghannon My Mistress brought the crop down hard on my ass. "My name is not Syl," she growled, her crop punctuating every word. "It's Mistress or Mistress Kennedy or ma'am. If my name were Sylvia, then this past year would have been incest, wouldn't it?" Her blows had me pushing into Megan's mouth even as I tried to pull out of it. Marie, the slave lying on the table in front of me, was my youngest sister. The effect of my other sister's riding crop and my attempts to remove my cock from Megan's mouth were the same as if I'd just kept pumping into her. My Mistress was my 20-year old sister, Sylvia. I hadn't known that when I started this, though she did. It wasn't until our sixth session together, when her mask had slipped while my cock was buried inside of her that I found out. Of course, I was tied up, with my cock artificially kept hard by a cock ring and couldn't do anything. I'd yelled at her then, but she'd just smiled and kept riding me, her pussy filling and emptying of my erection. I was spread eagled on a bed at Mistress Kali's house, yelling and screaming, trying to throw my sister off my cock but all that did was plunge it in deeper within her. She had fucked me into submission, telling me how much she loved me and how much she had always wanted me. All the while she was rising and falling on me she was explaining herself to me. After a while, it didn't matter that she was my sister. It didn't matter that this was incest or that she had deceived me. She was my beautiful sister - my beautiful Mistress - and I just wanted to fill her with cum. It had been hard, but I'd reconciled being my sister's slave and lover. I hadn't even missed a week - couldn't miss a week. The only difference was that we no longer needed to use Mistress Kali's house; we could have our sessions at my sister's house instead. Of course, by then I was hooked and would've met my owner at any house or building. My ego needed the salve only my Mistress could apply. "This isn't Megan," my Mistress continued, her voice tight. "Her name is Marie. She was staying with me this summer while her parents were on vacation but I kept sending her away every Tuesday. She knew what I did for a living - I'd told her when she asked me to stay over the summer instead of running around Europe with mom and dad...with HER mom and dad, I mean. She figured I had a client and was curious...so she came back and saw...you...and me. She begged me to let her join, begged me to make her my slave. I did, just to show her how much she wouldn't like it...but she did like it. She loved it. She begged me...my slave begged me to let her do this, tonight. She begged me to allow you to come into her unprotected womb while she was fertile. She's been a really good slave, so I decided to reward her." "She wanted this?" I asked, confused. "She _begged_ for this," Mistress replied, her voice slow and clear with a hard emphasis on that second word. "She begged for this for weeks. My slave seems to have...a thing...for you..." I turned to my sister, lying bound on the table, her mouth still nursing on my cock. There was a pleading look in her eye, a desperate, begging look. There was no hesitation, no embarrassment. I could find some fear within her emerald eyes but not a hint of anything resembling regret. "You wanted this, Megan?" I asked, trying to put this whole crazy mess into perspective. I was beginning to wonder if I'd not lost my mind somewhere along the way. Maybe incest did that to you. "Her name is MARIE!" Mistress said coldly, her crop smacking hard on my ass. Just as I was David Daniel, Megan was Megan Marie. Like a key in a lock, it all fit together. I almost didn't feel it as my youngest sister nodded her head, her mouth straining to take more of me in. Instead, I felt a cold shudder run through me and the room was just beginning to spin out of control. I couldn't catch my breath, couldn't understand what the hell was happening to me. I looked around, trying to find something to hold onto, some shred of normalcy to a completely wrong situation. I wasn't to find one as my eyes lit upon the other slave in the room. She was sitting in position, her long blonde hair flowing in whirls and curls down her back. Her face was an oval, slightly long, but with a pointed chin. Her nose was long and thin, upturned just slightly at the end. She had blue eyes the color of a cloud-less sky and they were watching me silently. Her lips were small and thin, turned down in worry. She had high cheekbones pulling her pale skin taught. She was larger in the bust than either of my sisters, her breasts a firm and steady D-cup. They looked huge on her slight frame, even though there was just the tiniest roll of flesh around her mid-section. I couldn't see her hands or even most of her legs; she held her hands behind her in the submissive position and her legs were folded beneath her. I didn't need to, however; I knew that body almost better than I knew my own. "Sarah?!?" I said in disbelief, the final shock in a day filled with them. David Daniel. Megan Marie. Sarah Ellen. Everything fit. "Ellen!" Mistress called and I almost didn't feel the crop smacking down on my butt. "Her name is not Sarah, its Ellen. Her husband cheated on her until they came to an arrangement; she promised not to question him if he withheld everything from her about the days when he came to see me. She lived in denial, but it worked and, while she wasn't happy about her husband's activities, she loved him enough to ignore it because he seemed to need what he found at my door so badly. She was curious, though, so one day about 5 weeks ago she followed him and found him coming to my home. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. She couldn't ignore it though and came to me the next day to...discuss things. I explained it to her; I explained everything to her. She ran screaming from my house, calling me...well, she wasn't very happy. The next week, though, she was back. She begged me to instruct her; to show her how to be a Domme for her husband and we tried...we tried over the next week...but she just wasn't able to pull it off; she much preferred to be a slave. So she begged me to teach her how to be that; how to fit inside her husband's new kinky world. We worked on it for days and she was learning but not fast enough. An important day was approaching and she wanted to surprise him on that day. So, she lied to her husband about being needed out of town by her company and she's spent the past 6 days here, being my slave all hours of the day, every day." "Oh god, Sarah, I'm so sorry," I said, tears filling my eyes. "My slave is ELLEN!" Mistress pounded on me with the crop, but that just drove my cock deeper into Megan's...Marie's...mouth. I didn't really notice. My eyes were on Sarah...Ellen. She just looked at me, her face expressionless, her bright eyes holding my own. She made no movement, no sound, nothing to give away what she was thinking or feeling. She just sat there as my youngest sister continued to suck on my hardness. "Ellen, come here," Mistress called, moving a few steps from me. To my amazement, Sarah scrambled to her feet and nearly ran to Mistress' side. "Show Daniel what true obeisance is. Service me!" I watched in stunned disbelief as my inhibited wife, who had always thought girl-girl sex was disgusting, turned around, showing her back to my Mistress and dropped to her ass. I gasped as her head tilted back, firm tits straining forwards and up, her plain, thin, leather slave collar presented proudly around her neck, and her arms pushed, sliding her towards my...our...Mistress, stopping just underneath. I watched, transfixed, the rest of the world dropping away as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and surged upward even while my Mistress squatted slightly. I groaned as my wife plastered her mouth to Mistress' sex. My own mouth was dry as my Mistress closed her eyes and groaned, rubbing her pussy along my wife's mouth. As those beautiful emerald eyes closed, I watched the tip of my owner's tongue dart out and moisten her lips. "Oh, my slave," Mistress groaned. "Your tongue is so good. Don't forget my asshole. That's it, stick your tongue deep into my asshole. Damn...now forward, into my pussy. Don't forget...oh...god...that's it...suck on my clit. Oh...I'm not going to last long...I want you to drink my cum, bitch." Mistress' eyes opened and she looked right at me as she ground her pussy onto my wife's mouth. As her eyes held mine, her hips moved forward and back, dragging her lower lips upon my wife's upper ones and bathing Sarah with her sweet nectar. "You better cum down Marie's throat, Daniel," my mistress moaned to me. "If you don't cum before I do, I'm going to punish you." It was too much. The sight of my wife servicing my Mistress, the feel of Marie's tongue once again swirling all around my cock as my hips yet again began their forward and back motion of their own volition; it was more than I could take. My hips began moving harder into Marie's mouth, even as my Mistress' did upon my wife's - her slave, Ellen's - face. I grunted as I spewed my load into Marie's mouth but it was almost simultaneous with Mistress cumming into Ellen's waiting mouth. As I slowly descended from the peak of ecstasy, I wondered if my wife would be able to deal with what she had found; if she would be able to deal with being this woman. She'd always been deferential but never openly submissive; never like this. Guilt wandered through me as I questioned whether I had forced my wife into this role by pursuing my Tuesday pleasure. I pondered if my wife had truly become my Mistress' slave or if she had somehow been playing a part in some strange, demented play. Then I thought back to my Mistress' words and I began to suspect that I was the one who had been deluding myself all this time. Sarah had come here several times in the past few weeks and, according to Mistress Kennedy, had even been her slave around the clock for the past 6 days. I knew, at that moment, that my wife was lost to the slave Ellen; no one could fool Mistress for that long. I felt guilty and dirty yet glorious and happy. I had lost my wife. I had violated my under-age, youngest sister. I had obeyed my Mistress. I had gained my wife. All of the feelings were at odds even as my thoughts swirled within me. Then my Mistress' words returned to me: "My law is all that matters here." I'd dealt last year with the incestuous nature of my relationship with my oldest younger sister. I could, somehow, deal with this. Without thought, I dropped to my knees, assuming the position. I watched the last throes of my Mistress' orgasm in my peripheral vision, watching my wife gobbling at my sister's sex. It was almost beyond belief that my wife, who'd always abhorred the thought of two women together, could be sitting there now satisfying a woman but the proof was no more than 6 feet from me. I saw her throat swallowing, saw her tongue lapping at my owner's flesh. Mistress' hands were at her face, pulling her deeper up into her sex. I could almost see her juices flowing down Sarah's - Ellen's - cheeks. Mistress' orgasm lasted over a minute, but eventually she pushed Ellen away and moved back. Ellen was still gulping as she pulled forward and moved into the submissive position. Her eyes, though, shining even brighter than the womanly cum soaking her face, stayed on me, emotionless and distant and I worried at that moment that maybe I hadn't found my wife after all. Maybe I had completely lost her. Mistress moved around her unsteadily, her hand landing lightly on Ellen's head. She walked over to me and stood at my side. "Ellen is almost as good as you, Daniel," she gasped, running her fingers down the back of my head. The slave that had been and maybe still was my wife smiled briefly at that, her face blushing but pleased. "Move back a moment so I can set Marie free." I crawled back a few steps and then resumed my position. I remained bowed, my face towards the floor, but my eyes followed my Mistress as she moved around the table. I heard the clink and clicks of chains coming free at each place she stopped, though she moved lightly around the table more than once. Finally, she stopped at the side and I heard her grunt as Marie's feet appeared over the side of the platform and then dropped, trembling, onto the ground. I watched Marie kneel at Mistress' feet, watched as Mistress helped her down. Then, she turned Marie to face me. "You three have some talking to do and I need to refill our pitcher," Mistress Kennedy murmured. "You have until I come back. Don't move. Don't raise your voices or you'll be punished." I watched as she walked out the doorway then turned to look at my wife. Sarah's expression had not changed, her eyes studying me but her face blank. She offered not a word, simply looking at me askance. "Sarah," I said quietly, my heart breaking. Had I lost her completely? Did she now hate me and want to be free of me? "I'm so sorr..." "My name is Ellen," Sarah spoke quietly, her eyes suddenly glistening with unshed tears. "You hurt Sarah...for a long time. You betrayed her. You crushed her. She tried so hard to forgive you. She told herself for months that eventually you'd get it out of your system, that eventually you'd come back to her." Sarah paused as the tears started down her cheeks. "You didn't though. Every Tuesday you'd open a new gaping wound in her. She tried to bandage it, tried to tell herself that your happiness meant everything. For a while, she convinced herself. Then she started thinking about what you were getting that she couldn't give you. She followed you...one day...she followed you..." Sarah broke down at that, her eyes closing tightly and tears streaming down her face. "Sarah, I'm so sorry," I whispered to her. "I never meant to hurt you; I love you..." "Don't you think that I know that?" she said, her eyes turning back to me. "That was what made it hardest. If you didn't love me, if I didn't know in my heart and soul that you loved me, then I could have left and gotten away. I love you...and I knew that you loved me." She paused a moment, then shuddered and continued. "I followed you here, parking down the alleyway and watched you walk into this house. I knew your sister lived here and I thought maybe you stopped off to talk to her. I kept my car running for nearly 20 minutes, but you never came out. I waited for 2 hours, feeling like a fool, wondering if your sister was helping you, wondering if maybe she was letting you use her house to...to...to play at being a slave. Then, when I saw you exit through the back door...when I saw your hair mussed and your tie undone and your sister kissing you on the lips like a lover with her robe opening on her naked body..." "I called in sick the next day and came back, ready to beat the shit out of Sylvia," Sarah hissed. "I actually slapped her as I walked in, slapped her a few times. She fought me down, wanted to know what the hell was going on...but there was fear in her eyes and I knew that she knew. I spit at her, yelled at her, tried to throw her off me but she wouldn't let me up. Then, I just broke down crying because I knew I'd lost you. I knew you loved me and I knew that I would never lose you to another woman...but this wasn't just another woman...it was your sister. How the hell could I compete with that?" t "I don't really remember how," Sarah continued quietly, "but we ended up at the kitchen table of all places. I kept crying that I lost you...and Sylvia just let me cry it out. Then she started talking to me. She told me that," Sarah smiled a wan, little smile, "that she was jealous of me because you loved me and she was just a diversion to you. She explained how, when this had started, you hadn't known it was her - that she'd worn a mask but that, at one of your 'scenes' it had fallen off while you were tied up and you tried to get away but she wouldn't let you. She told me that she loved you, more than a sister, that she had always wanted you but had given up having you because of all of the shit that society thought about it. When you'd come to her, though, her dominating older brother, wanting to be a slave for just a little while but not realizing to whom you were talking, she'd thought maybe it was a sign. Maybe the universe was letting her have you, for just a little while...and she cried, saying that she'd grasped at having you to herself just that tiny bit." "Sarah, I..." I started, but my wife hushed me with her fingers to her lips. "She told me she'd teach me to be like you needed," my wife continued. "She'd teach me to be a dominant...and we tried...god, how we tried. I left early every day for a week so I could sit in on one of her sessions. I watched her, tried to mimic her...but I could never get the hang of it. I was always fighting myself. That's when we sat down and she told me that she didn't think I could do it; that being a domme wasn't really something you learned this late in life, it was something that was instilled in you early and that you had to be born with it to be good. I cried for a while...then asked her to show me how to be a slave. If I couldn't be what you needed, I wanted to share what you did. She tried to talk me out of it...but I wouldn't let her...and she finally gave in." "It was going well, I was learning to please her, to make love to her body with my mouth and my fingers. Oh, I fought it at first. I'd always been taught that two girls together were wrong...but being a slave means being obedient, so I eventually gave in. It was...startling. When I finally gave in, when I sucked my Mistress' pussy lips for the first time, drinking her...I found that I really liked it. Her taste, the feel of her cumming in my mouth. It was...divine. I came with her pussy spewing her sauce all over my face..." "I was eating her when Megan caught us," Sarah whispered, looking over at my youngest sister. "Sylvia was sitting in her chair, her legs up on either side of the arms and I was servicing her with my mouth, when Megan burst in, screaming at us, asking us what the fuck we were doing. Mistress never even moved, she just turned to Megan and said 'I'm getting my cunt licked, what do you think I'm doing?' Megan didn't know what to say to that. She just stood there, looking at us; I'd stopped, but Mistress pulled me back into her cunt and told me to continue...so I did. I had to obey my owner." "Afterwards," Sarah chuckled, her eyes staring into mine "after I brought my Mistress to her orgasm, after I drank down her cum, it was bedlam. There was yelling and screaming and Megan was ranting and raving. Finally, though, the truth came out. Megan had caught you and Sylvia together the week before and now she found Sylvia and me together and she wasn't sure how to deal with it. She felt betrayed and hurt...and horny and left out. Mistress explained and we talked...and it turned out that Sylvia wasn't the only one who had lusted after you. I was feeling deeply worried because now I wasn't competing with just one of your sisters...but two..." "It was as we were sitting there, talking about you that we hatched this plan. Mistress told us your anniversary was coming and that she wanted it to be special. So we plotted and I took time off work because both Megan and I needed to be ready, needed to truly be ready to be slaves." The room was spinning again or my mind was whirling or maybe it was both. Sarah had found that she really enjoyed being with a woman. I'd never managed to make her come without truly touching her. Our sex life was great - at least, I thought it was great - but I'd never heard her talk about our love-making that way. Had I really lost my wife? "Do you..." I stuttered, my heart pounding its way through the wall of my chest. I couldn't say it, I couldn't say the words that might cost me my wife forever. I had to, though; the not knowing was killing me. I licked my lips, summoning all of my courage. "Do you...want a divorce?" Sarah just looked at me like I suddenly sprouted a second head. "Why would I want a divorce?" she questioned in reply. "David, I love you. Unconditionally. I did all of this, for you." I felt my stomach untie itself and I almost shouted in relief. "When I heard you talking about...about having sex with...with Sylvia..." "I don't have sex with Sylvia," Sarah interrupted. "We make love; just like the two of you do. I love her too, David. I love Sylvia as much as you do. But I love you and if I had to choose between the two of you, I'd choose you in a heartbeat and never look back. But don't you see? I don't have to choose. YOU don't have to choose. The three of us can be together." "Four," Megan interjected and I quickly looked over at my youngest sister. She had been so quiet and I'd been so intent on my wife that I'd almost forgotten she was there. "The four of us can be together," Megan offered to the question written on my face. "Megan," I replied softly, my voice trying to be reasonable but Megan was having nothing to do with reasonable. "There will be four of us, Davy," she insisted quietly, her face set. "You, Sarah, Sylvia and me. Mom and Dad won't mind; they've been talking about moving south for a while now and they trust the three of you. I've already got them half convinced to let me move in with Syl after the summer; these three months have been like a trial run. So there's going to be four of us in this relationship." "Megan," I intoned, a look of stunned disbelief on my face. "Why would you even want to? I'm your brother and I'm older than you and..." "You're Syl's brother too and that doesn't seem to stop you," Megan retorted. "And you're only 9 years older than me...which isn't much. But mostly...mostly it's because...I love you...I love you like a boyfriend or...or...or a husband..." I started to reply that she was too young, that she had all the time in the world to find someone to be with but she just talked over me. "I've never dated much, did you know that?" she questioned loudly. Then, when I stopped speaking, she went on in a much lower tone. "I've never wanted to and when I did try to date I kept using you as a ruler...and none of them ever measured up. That's why I've never...why I was a virgin until...just now. I used to dream of our wedding; used to imagine me in a beautiful white gown and you in a tuxedo standing in front of a preacher and...god...I used to almost cum when he pronounced us man and wife. I've jilled-off for the past 5 years...always to you. When you'd come home and hug me or kiss my forehead...it was all I could do not to rip off my panties and show you how I really felt. You could just look at me and I'd get soaked. There were days, days when I knew you were going to be around, that I didn't even bother to wear panties because I figured what's the use...I'm just going to be changing them over and over again." "But, Megan, you're too..." I started but once again Megan just talked right over me. "No buts, David," she interjected again. "I'm too young? A hundred fifty to two hundred years ago a woman was considered an old maid if she weren't married by 16. So I'm too what? Huh, David?? Do you think I'm too immature?" "No, Meg," I replied loudly, my ire starting to rise. "It's not that, you're just..." "I'm just what?" she interrupted yet again. "I'm just too irresponsible? I'm not able to make my own choices? What, David?" "N...No..." I stuttered, trying to gather my thoughts. "I...I..." "What is it, David? Huh?" my sister interrogated me, the blush of anger rising into her eyes. "Am I not beautiful enough? Do you think I'm ugly? Am I not sexy enough? You seemed to like my body a few minutes ago. Am I not smart enough? Am I not witty enough? What do you find so repugnant about me?" "Nothing," I said immediately, wondering how I'd lost control of this conversation. "You're perfect..." "If I'm perfect, then why don't you want me?" she inserted quickly. "What is your objection?" "I...I...you're...my sister..." I replied in a stutter. Sitting here, nude, in my sister's house, even I knew how lame I sounded. I'd had a handful of reasonable sounding objections no more than a moment before but now I had nothing. How had my sister disarmed me so easily? I heard laughter from my right and turned to my wife. She was laughing freely, her eyes twinkling in mirth. "The big, bad lawyer," she explained between chuckles, "completely out-argued by his baby sister." The laughter was infectious and I couldn't help but smile as I continued to wonder why my brain wouldn't work. I knew I should be furious, I should be arguing animatedly against my youngest sister becoming my lover, I should be saving face somehow. I knew, though, that I'd lost my argument. My youngest sister had taken every argument I could think of and torn them down like the house of cards they were. "Just give up, David," Sarah continued, her laughter calming to giggles. "She's got you; there's no argument you can give that isn't going to sound silly. So, tell her. Tell her she can join us." "You're okay with this?" I queried, astonished. "Who do you think suggested it?" my wife replied quietly. The laughter was gone and there was a deep seriousness to her now. "They asked me if I was okay with sharing you one last time, with the two of them. Of course I said yes. I couldn't deny you or your sisters any more. When I heard them talking and plotting, though, I began to wonder why it had to be one last time. It's been a year since you started Submissive Tuesdays and your enthusiasm for it hasn't waned, so I knew that you'd be...disappointed...if it stopped. Besides, I found - much to my surprise - that I didn't mind sharing you. Just as long as I was included. That was what hurt me most, I think; that you had this part of you that I couldn't share," she held up her hand as I was about to object, "I know that it's mostly my fault; that I told you I didn't want to hear about it. But...god...for so long it just ate at me. I didn't want to go back to how things were; I still don't. Once I found out everything about them, I couldn't go back to just ignoring Tuesdays any longer." "So we planned this," Mistress injected. I had been so intent on the conversation that I hadn't even noticed her return. "With the option, if you found it agreeable, of making it permanent." "Mistress," we all said, almost as one. I didn't watch the other two, but I bowed respectfully. "No," she said firmly. She knelt on the floor a few feet away and I realized that we were in a strange circle of sorts. "We're not in a scene and we need to talk this through...as, more or less, equals. We have decisions to make. Let's just time out for now." I looked back up to my Mistress...my sister...and nodded my head slowly. Sylvia smiled at me, a line of worry still creasing her brow. We were on the very edge of coming to an agreement of sorts but none of us knew exactly what that agreement entailed. I laughed a bit ruefully at how the tables were getting all turned around; Megan and Sarah were supposed to be the dutiful slaves but here they were leading us around by the noses. "I heard Megan's...argument and I had to laugh," Syl chuckled quietly. "That's how she got me to agree to her...requests. I'm surprised she's so easy to dominate, honestly. I think she might just argue better than you do." "Cards on the table?" she asked, after a moment's pause. Everyone just nodded. "I'm...retiring. Or taking a break or...whatever. I was only taking Kali's light subs anyway, ones who are like you - mostly dominant but wanting to be subs for a little while; some light BDSM cases, too. Kali is...well, she's really hard core about this. She's a true domme and thought maybe I could do it too; but I guess I'm not as dominant as she'd hoped. So, when she told me that she'd found the sub she wanted to be with for the rest of her life it just seemed to be the time." "Besides," she continued, her eyes moving to study the floor, "I've got med school coming up in the fall and I won't have time for this. I've saved most of the money I've made in the past two years or so; I should have enough for med school and to keep me going until my residency is over in a few years." She looked back up and there were tears in her eyes. "But I think I'm just as addicted to this as you are; as you all seem to be. I don't think I can give up our Tuesdays together. I don't want to. I think we can work out a way where we're all happy." "I think this could work," Syl said earnestly. "Us. The four of us, together, just like I asked you earlier. Sarah and Megan could be your slaves and you could be mine...at least some of the time. Other times, you and I'd be...equals...partners." She chuckled as her hands moved nervously in her lap. The simple wringing motion of those hands unnerved me; I'd been coming to see Sylvia as my Mistress for a year now and she'd always been in charge - she always projected firm control. Seeing her nervous, unsure of herself, was something relatively new for me, at least in recent memory, and yet it just seemed to make me love her all the more; it reminded me of the little girl I used to babysit. It brought out a protective side of me that I'd buried during our sessions together. No matter our other relationships, Sylvia was still my sister and it was still my job to protect her. "I don't want to be your Mistress all the time, Davy. Sometimes, it's exhausting and...it's a job. I don't mind working sometimes when I'm with you...just not all the time." I thought about what she was asking. I thought about all of the ramifications and permutations and what would happen if we were caught and how we'd manage to keep it secret and...and I realized I was damned tired of thinking. I had thought out every single moment of every day of my life. I'd thought out every court case I'd ever done. I'd thought out every decision I'd ever made. Sometimes, you just have to take a leap of faith. "Okay," I replied quietly, making a decision with my heart instead of my head. "It could work, we'd just...you...what?" Sylvia stuttered to a halt, her face masked in disbelief. "I said okay," I smiled. "You've convinced me." There was utter silence for a count of three and then I found myself attacked on three sides by wonderful, naked, squealing women. Three sets of arms surrounded me and three sets of lips attacked my face and neck. It was wonderful, glorious bedlam. I knew that Megan was on my left and Syl was in front of me and Sarah was to my right, but everything kind of just merged into one long intimation of love. In that singular, glorious moment we went from being four to being one. The feel of it was heady and I don't think any of us wanted it to end; I know I certainly didn't. There was a joy infusing us that seemed to fed on our very emotions; a love that transcended the mundane relationships - sister, brother, wife, friend, lover - and grew into one towering togetherness. I could actually feel our hearts beating in unison, sense us one body and one soul yet completely separated into four physical beings. On one side, I had Megan kissing me and thanking me over and over again, my left arm around her, holding her. In the front, I had Sylvia, her hands on my waist, her lips brushing over my own. On the right was my wonderful wife, who'd always been the love of my life, kissing me and murmuring random sounds into my ears and crying. I backed up a minute, holding my two sisters away from me for a moment, and turned to my wife in slight concern. "Why are you crying?" "I didn't think you'd agree to it," she said, looking at me with tears rolling down her face. "I was so worried that you'd turn us down or get mad or...or something. Baby, I love you. I love making love with you, feeling you complete me. But...I've...I kind of...I love making love with your sisters, too; I love them...and now, with all of us together...everything seems so perfect. It's like it was meant to be this way, from the beginning. I feel complete. Before, I didn't think you'd agree to take all of us and I was going to have to figure out a way to get you to agree to let me make love with them and I just didn't know what I was going to do but now...with all of us together..." "Oh, baby," I said quietly, pulling my wife into my arms. Like the one soul we had become, Megan and Sylvia came too and for a few moments we just held each other. There were no recriminations in that huddle, no fears, no doubts, no worries. There was just one whole. One completeness. It was heady and intoxicating. It was right. Perfect. I opened my eyes as Sylvia pulled back, her face glowing with excitement and her eyes bright. I watched as she slowly stood up, a slow smile drifting over her face. As she stood, she looked like abject perfection; the perfect woman. I felt the awe rise within me and burst into a crescendo as I realized that it wasn't just this one perfect woman; I was now involved with three of them. "In position, slaves," my sister...my Mistress...commanded and we all immediately moved to obey. She nodded at our obeisance, happy we could make the shift from collaborator to slave so easily. "Follow me." Her three slaves followed as she walked confidently to a corner next to the door. As we crawled, I was able to get a look at the walls and was astonished. There was a large wooden X with hooks and chains attached to all four of its ends. Next to it was a frightening array of whips, crops and cat-o-nine tails. Some very mean looking clamps hung under the implements of pain. Some of those torturous implements were shining silver and they had almost a glow to them, sitting against the dark gray walls. Running around the bottom of those walls, was a 2 foot high plastic barrier. Absently, I wondered what that plastic was used for; what it protected the walls from. On the opposite wall hung three very evil looking whips that had me shivering in fear. A small metal table holding various bottles, jars and a few thick candles sat under the whips. Farther behind us, opposite the door and beyond the suspended table was another steel stationary table with the face up at almost a 45 degree angle and manacles hanging from each corner. The room was lit by low wattage bulbs in shiny, metal wall sconces. Mistress led us to a large, blue mat in the corner that had either been laid on the floor or was part of the floor itself; it was impossible to tell which. She walked all the way to the wall before turning around and facing us. We followed onto the mat as quickly as we could. "Positions," she called in a steely voice. The three of us immediately dropped to our knees and sat up. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that both Marie and Ellen were sitting up straight, their tits thrust out both by their posture and the fact that their arms were clasped firmly behind their back. Unlike them, I bent at the waist. As I bowed my head to my owner, I wondered at the different slave positions she had for the girls and me. "Ellen, are you ready?" Mistress snapped at my wife. "Yes, Mistress," I heard her reply, a slight tremor in her voice. There was a hint of fear to her tone, a sense of resignation hidden in those two simple words and I began to wonder just what she was ready for. "Then prepare!" Ellen slowly crawled in front of Marie and me. When she was directly in front of us, she stopped, her pert breasts hanging down marginally. Then, with a small shudder and an almost imperceptible sigh, she folded her arms and lowered her chest to the mat, her ass sticking up. It was as if she were offering her ass to Mistress. "Ready, Mistress," she offered, her voice muffled and trembling. As I saw her kneeling like that, I suddenly knew - or at least, hoped I knew - what was coming next. I offered a slight prayer that I were not only right, but that this offering was for me. I could almost feel the blood draining into my quickly growing member. "Daniel, get behind Ellen," Mistress ordered me. My heart beat hard in my chest as my hopes were becoming realized. With an eagerness I could neither contain nor hide, I moved to comply. Her ass was the one thing that Sarah would never give me, but now... "Your wife refused you her ass," Mistress confirmed as I moved into place. "My slaves, however, refuse you nothing." She lifted my chin as she handed me a small tube of K-Y Intrigue. "Be gentle," she commanded almost silently at me. I bowed my head in acquiescence. I squeezed a generous amount of the lubricant onto my member and slowly stroked myself, bemused by the way my turgid length shone in the dim light. I didn't dare look forward, didn't dare look at my wife's waiting ass. To finally have the forbidden... If I even peeked, I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold back the fluid already building in my balls. I took a deep breath, trying to find some control; it would be disastrous to finally get a chance at my wife's asshole only to ejaculate prematurely. My excitement, though, refused to ebb more than a touch and I eventually just had to chance it. I had to look so that I could lubricate my wife's offering to me. My wife's butt was beautiful, just like the rest of her. I'd seen her ass before, of course, and I'd even seen it in very nearly this position; we both enjoyed doggy style and the position wasn't any different. The conditions, though, were very different and the lust and anticipation of what I was doing made her beautiful, heart-shaped seat seem all the more wondrous to me. I shivered as my finger found her puckered hole. Slowly, with a fierce determination, I swabbed the lubrication around the crinkled ring surrounding my wife's final barrier. I squirted a healthy dollop of the silicone gel onto my finger and then hesitated breathlessly, the anticipation peaking inside of me. The soft sigh she gave as my finger entered her forbidden tunnel echoed within me, driving my mouth dry as even more blood poured into my already turgid member. Slowly, I moved my finger in and out eliciting a moan from Ellen, her cheeks jiggling minutely as I moved my finger within her. She accepted that first finger easily, so I squirted more lube onto it and added yet another of my fingers into her tight tunnel. The moan I received almost stopped my heart with its purity. I was moving my fingers within her bum, spreading the lubrication I would be using to fuck my wife's ass for the first time. I had already taken one anal virginity tonight and I was suddenly ready to take my second one. I moved forward slowly, my hand moving from my wife's asshole to my cock. Gripping it tightly, I maneuvered myself forward, the very head of my cock barely kissing the tight ring it wanted to enter. In awe, I looked down and hesitated for a few moments with just the head of my cock touching the puckered hole I would soon be buried in; I realized I was procrastinating, both wanting this to last and trying to commit every moment to my memory. As I stood there, trembling in anticipation, I could actually feel the heat of that hole, calling to me, begging me to take it. Groaning with lust, I could stand it no longer and I slowly began pressing forward. For a few moments it was d,j... vu. Just like Marie before her, my cock wouldn't fit into that tight hole and I wondered how hard I would have to strain to force myself within her. I could feel just the tiniest part of my cock inside of her, a tight ring of muscle stopping me from getting more than a millimeter inside. As I strained there, trying to enter but be gentle, I could feel the softness of her fleshy cheeks around my probing head and just that touch threatened to launch the cum from my balls. I held on. I didn't want to cum on my wife's ass; I'd done that many times before. I wanted my cum where it belonged today. I wanted it _IN_ my wife's sweet ass. I gripped my cock tightly below the head. I planned to use my hand as a stop, to ensure I entered slowly. My other hand tightened on her waist, the feel of her soft skin under my fingertips adding a certain reality to what was happening. Then, hesitating only a moment, I pushed harder against her, my hand at her waist pulling her back to me. It was lucky that I had used my hand to stop my cock because just as I pushed forward, I felt those anal muscles slacken just a bit...just enough for the head of my cock to enter the tightest, hottest hole I'd ever experienced. I could hear a soft grunt from my wife as I entered, a strangely high pitched sound that both encouraged me and cautioned me. I waited a moment, allowing her to get used to the penetration then, trembling in lust induced ecstasy, I pulled out marginally and pushed back in slowly. Millimeter by millimeter, I rocked my cock into my wife's ass. As the first inch entered her, the grunts became slight whines. I worried that I was hurting her, that the sound she was making was from pain. I didn't stop moving my dick, though. At this point I was beyond reason; I couldn't stop. Slowly, I fucked my cock into her. The grunts became whines became slight screeches but still I didn't stop. I moved slowly, desperate to feel my whole cock inside of her but trying to temper my desperation and lust with the need for restraint; I didn't want to hurt this woman. I'll admit my concern for her was at least partially self-serving. I didn't want this to be a one-time thing; I didn't want her to deny me this orifice in the future. I knew that I needed to keep as much pain from her as possible. Still, the need coursing through me would not be denied; I did the only thing I could and kept fucking my cock into her wonderful hole. I'm not sure how long it took to finally fully enter her but each moment was rapturous. Finally, though, the feel of her soft, pillowy cheeks against the tops of my thighs told me that I was fully into her; that my cock was completely and totally inside her ass. She was groaning - in pain or bliss, I didn't know - almost constantly now. I listened to those sounds coming from my wife and I waited, waited for them to quiet slightly. Then I began to slowly remove my cock and, before the head could pop out, I just as slowly re-entered her. Her breath was jagged and shallow, her groans and cries coming constantly, but she never stopped me. As I began the slowest rhythm I could possibly keep, she never told me to stop or to hesitate. The woman who'd never allowed me to enter her butt didn't speak a word to me, she just kept up her groaning. I hadn't lunge more than a few thrusts before I felt my wife moving, her back straightening, her moans and grunts becoming slightly muffled. Even as she became quieter, I heard other sounds; wetter sounds. In all of my elation, though, they didn't really penetrate into my consciousness. All I knew was that my cock was finally burying itself into the ass I had always lusted after. There was no more room in my brain for other thoughts; my mind had become electrified, stuffed with the pure excitement of my wife's tight, hot asshole. The screech managed to penetrate my head. The soft yet loud "Uuuuuunnnnh" made it through. Strangely, the sound didn't seem to come from my wife so much as it came from beyond her. I pushed the soft elation of my approaching release from me and looked forward. Only by the barest thread of restraint did I manage to stop my cum when I finally took stock of my surroundings. Looking down, I could only see the back of my wife's head but there was a small dainty hand attached to it. The fingertips of that hand were white and I realized that the hand was gripping my wife's head hard. It was then I saw the legs straining, raised off the floor, trembling out on either side of my wife's head. I paused from my ministrations, stopped plunging my cock into thehot ecstasy it was enjoying as I walked my eyes up the pale, perfect skin that seemed to be quivering. I moved my eyes up the round orbs of perfect breasts wiggling and up onto my youngest sister's grimacing face. As I was fucking my wife's hot ass, she was eating Marie...and Marie was cumming hard. That moment was perfection. My youngest sister was straining, her every muscle tightened into her release. Her hand was pulling my wife's face into her unseen pussy, rhythmically tightening and releasing, fucking her pussy with Ellen's face. The tremble came from muscles straining against themselves, muscles trying to make sense of the confused signals Marie's brain was emitting as she struggled to contain a joy that was far too big for her slight frame. Then, suddenly, the legs released and fell back to the mat with a clatter and her hand released Ellen's head. A loud, wavering scream spewed from Marie's throat, her head dropping back and her mouth a massive O. Her whole body seemed to shake once and then twice, her muscles rebelling against that long, hard contraction that accompanied her release. I watched her head flop back and forth as a similar, slower motion was echoed by Ellen's head in the foreground. I heard Ellen slurping, heard her trying to keep in front of Marie's massive cum. As Marie started to settle and the slurping sounds coming from the direction of Ellen's head started slowing, Mistress was there. She moved herself forward, her eyes looking down at her sister's suddenly perspiring body. Slowly, she brought her feet to the sides of Maries head. She hesitated there for the barest of moments, her eyes pulling mine in. She smiled a soft, hungry smile and then, winking at me, she slowly lowered her glistening cunt onto Marie's waiting face. I watched Marie's arms reach up and around Mistress' thighs, pulling her down even lower. A new, more urgent slurping sound joined the languorous noise of Ellen's suckling mouth. It was almost a counterpoint as the two gulping sounds seemed to take turns; the one from Marie's distant mouth, however, was faster and louder and so, like a symphony of ecstasy, the two licking noises merged for a few staccato bursts before drifting apart once again. Mistress' eyes were closed, her body slightly bent, her hands twisting the nipples of the girl prone beneath her. She was rocking and, between the peaks of her breasts, I could barely make out the mouth of my youngest sister on the other's hot cunt, one sister's tongue lapping at the other's nether lips. I was mesmerized by that look, somehow connected to it, feeling a kind of circuitous love flowing through me, through all of us. Those magical moments served to underscore my decision; I had chosen the correct path. Then, I felt Ellen's hips slam back into me, driving my cock deeper into her ass. Almost as soon as the silky feel of her cheeks contacted my thighs, she moved forward. Back and forward, starting slow but slowly moving faster, each pistoning movement also dragging her into and out of Marie's waiting lips. I was no longer fucking her; she was fucking me. I grabbed her hips and aided her, thrusting forward with every back stroke. I was coming close, my wife's initiative re-awakening my burgeoning need. My wife's cheeks began to shake and jiggle slightly as I thrust within her more forcefully, my balls aching with need. I wanted to release, wanted to feel my cum spew into my wife's ass. I wanted more though. I wanted everything. I wanted to feel her cum as I did it, watch my sisters cum as we did. I realized I had no control here, but I began to work towards some small chance at realizing my goal. I watched my Mistress carefully; we'd been lovers for a year and I had begun to know the signs of her impending orgasm. As I watched her begin that delicious climb, I bent lower, Ellen still plowing her ass onto my cock. I kept my face up, my back spasming lightly in the strange, difficult position, but I managed to watch my Mistress while still wrapping my arms around my wife's slender hips. As Mistress advanced on her peak, I began playing with my wife's cunt, reveling in the spewing, fragrant fluids I found running down her legs. I was a master at playing my wife's cunt and I gave a virtuoso performance, tweaking and rolling, plunging and flicking, driving her closer and closer even as Mistress reached for that delicious peak, holding her at bay, holding her just on the edge of orgasm until Mistress finally rolled over that ledge. With a cry of wonder and joy and release, I pushed my wife over her own ledge and then joined the two of them as I spewed my molten love deep in my wife's bowels. My release this time was not without pain. Each muscular contraction, each ejaculation felt as if someone were sticking a long pin or short knife into my sack. I had never cum four times in such a short period before but I knew that I had pressed my luck this on last time. I grimaced as the pain overcame the pleasure but still I would not remove myself from my wife's ass; I wanted to savor this moment and remember it. Finally, though, my wife fell forward releasing me. Even as I fell back onto my ass, Mistress followed suit, falling back onto the mat with Megan's - Marie's - face between her outstretched legs. I'd thought that everyone was finished, that we'd take a break, but my wife had other ideas. With single minded determination, she adjusted her body so she could push her face back into Marie's waiting pussy. I marveled that I was still hard, but I knew that nothing more would come out of my cock - at least, not for a little while. I scooted myself back to the wall, my sweating, heaving back sticking to the plastic border edging the bottom of the rooms walls. As I sat there, watching my wife satisfying my youngest sister while my other sister looked on smiling, I know I was a little concerned about my still hard cock. I'd always been quick to recover but I'd never been hard for so long before and usually my cock would at least partially soften after ejaculation. Now though, it just remained hard. As I watched my Mistress walk around the two women lying prone on the floor, though, I pushed thoughts of my stiff rod aside. I found myself stroking it, though, when Mistress dropped to the floor, lifted my wife's hips, and squirmed under her. I found myself on the verge of cumming yet again as I heard my wife's loud, lingering moan as she settled her pussy on my oldest sister's face. The three women made love over and over as I sat there watching them. It was hard to keep track of all that I saw, their hands, mouths and pussies were everywhere. They became one single ball of writhing flesh, pleasuring each other however fate happened to align them. The only time I even came close to trying to join in was as I watched my wife eating out Mistress' ass while having my cum sucked from her own ass by Marie. I only wished I'd had a camera to photograph the event. Later, much later, we left the dungeon for bed. The girls trooped to the second floor while I filled some glasses with juice to take up for them; Mistress was right, after all, we had to stay hydrated. As I was coming up the stairs, Mistress was leaning in the doorway of a guest bedroom, staring into the room intently. One of her hands was at her nipples, languidly rubbing and twisting her pliant flesh. The other was at her crotch, fingers slowly plunging into her sex. As she saw me coming, she motioned me over quickly. My sister was lying atop my wife, head to foot, in the classic 69 position. A light sheen of perspiration glistened on the two women even as their bodies undulated together, their hands stroking the other's flesh, necks straining upward and down. I set the tray of glasses onto a table in the hall and moved into the room. I grabbed one of the pillows from the head of the bed and moved it under my wife's straining neck as she arched, trying to keep her mouth and tongue on Marie's sweet cunt. I kissed her softly on her face, tasting the combined juices of both Mistress and Marie on her face. It was a sensual taste, like ambrosia, and the scent was sex itself. "You two look so beautiful together," I whispered to the beautiful blonde as I sat back. "Wait," she called, pulling her mouth from Megan's pussy. "You're about to see the best part." Her mouth immediately moved back up to my sister's sweet cunt. "What part is that?" I chuckled curiously. She separated her lips from my sister's glistening nether lips briefly. "The part where I get to drink her fucking cum." I couldn't miss that. They didn't stop at one either, though they did slow down some. I was sitting there, my cock hard as iron - either still or again, I wasn't paying attention any more - getting ready to watch my sister, her ass churning against my wife's attentive face, cum yet again when my Mistress touched me on the shoulder. I dropped off two of the four glasses on the nightstand next to my bed, marveling at the change in my wife; before she couldn't even watch two women together and now she couldn't get enough. I didn't mind, though. I admit there were some slight twinges of jealousy, some slight worries niggling around the back of my brain, but I shut myself to them. We - the four of us - were in love. Right now my wife was eating my youngest sister's pussy but in the bold future we were dreaming together, there'd be other nights where she'd be in my bed or my oldest sister's bed or in a large bed with all of us together. The future glistened almost as brightly as my wife's face soaked with Megan and Sylvia's cum. I knelt at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom, my Mistress sitting on the side. She stared down at me for a moment, her face contemplative. Even in my peripheral vision, there was love in her eyes and a smile trembling at the edges of her face. "David," she whispered softly. I looked up immediately at her use of my real name, curiosity etched on my features. "Please...I...can't we just be...Sylvia and David...please? I just...I want...I need to just be together. You and I as ourselves instead of as Mistress and slave. Can we do that?" I laughed a bit as I rose, walking between my sister's open legs and into her arms. For a few moments, we just hugged like that, my hands on her shoulders and her arms tight around me. Her cheek was on my lower stomach and I could just feel the love she had for me. As I stood there, the ghost of her arousal wafting up to me, I couldn't help but think how perfect it was that, even as brother and sister - man and woman, lovers - we fit together. Then she bent and took my hard cock slowly into her mouth. She nursed on just the tip for a moment before starting to take me deeper, her tongue flicking along the my boiling flesh. She began bobbing when I stopped her; I wanted her to continue but I wasn't sure that I could. There was no pain, but I'd cum an awful lot already that evening. "I may not be able to go again, sweetie," I said quietly. "I've already cum four times...I'm not sure there's anything left." She pulled her face off my cock. For a moment, she just gazed at it before looking up at me, her eyes smiling under her long lashes. "Let me worry about that," she said coquettishly, her lips turning up into an evil little smile. "One of my clients is a doctor; he introduced me to a natural, herbal mixture that acts similar to Viagra. It might not let you cum again...but it will keep you hard and right now, that's all I need." Then, she lay back on the bed, her arms open to me. I surprised myself during the night when I did manage to cum one last time into my sister's welcoming pussy. But that was much later. =================== That's the story of how this all started. Perhaps I am a sexual deviant like the moral majority would have you believe. Maybe I am single-handedly destroying marriages as the churches would have you believe. All I know is that I'm happy and my family is happy. That's all I was trying to do when I created our "Marital Corporation". I was just trying to make my part of the world a little more protected, a little more happy...a little safer. It was kind of necessary, after all, as we added more wives and more husbands. Life without rules is anarchy...and marriage is a part of life. It isn't my fault that the idea caught on. What I can tell you is that no one is ever forced to join. No one is ever brainwashed into joining. As a matter of fact, one of the tenets of "marrying" into the family is that you spend 4 weeks - 28 days - without interacting in any way with any of us. We want you to seriously consider what you're getting yourself into. We are, each of us, responsible for the children in our family and they, like everyone else, have a single share in family stock...non-voting, of course. Anyone can leave at any time or request someone interview to join at any time. To join, you need a super majority - 75% of voting stock - but we're not tyrants. Joining also requires buying a share of family stock and the stock's price is firmly set at the current value of our assets divided by the number of outstanding shares. As our assets grew we had to come up with payment plans so as not to be elitest - but everything is above board and out in the open. Unlike entering, everyone can leave at any time and when you leave we buy out your family stock at either the current value, if you fully own your share, or whatever you've paid towards that share if you're still financing it. We're not evil; we're not tyrants or despots. We're just people who've found a way to live that suits us. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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