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Author's Note: My thanks to MWTB who's stories "Tired of Being the Nice Guy"
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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long time now, I've considered marriage outdated; I think a "Marital
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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.

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