Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 11

*Tuesday - Day 11*

I struggled awake to a different sensation than normal (at least in
the sense of normal that I've come to expect the last few
weeks). Instead of her normal blowjob, Becky was barely touching my
dick with her tongue. It almost felt like she was writing on me with
her tongue. I looked at her to see what was up and she slithered up me
until she was lying on me.

"Good morning, sir," she said.

"Good morning, Becky. Are you OK?" I asked.

"Not really, sir. I got up early this morning and I've been thinking a
lot," she said.

"Would you like to tell me about it?" I asked.

"Sir, I'm angry with you!" she said.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"You let me be a bitch for far too long," Becky said. "We've been
together for two years, and never once did you put me in my place
until just now. Sir, why did you let me go on treating you like that
for so long?"

This was a bit much for just waking up. I shook myself awake further
and sat up a little, looking in her eyes. "What is bringing this on?"
I asked.

"I couldn't sleep much last night," Becky replied. "I thought about
our whole relationship. Actually, I thought about all my
relationships, but mostly I thought about ours. I know why I acted
like I did; I didn't know any better. But sir, it is clear now that
you know better. Why didn't you take me in hand earlier? Why did we
waste all that time?"

"Becky," I started. I stopped, not knowing what to say. Then I started
again. "Becky, I didn't take you in hand, you did. If you recall, I
just said I needed something different. My whole life I've been the
doormat. First I was too young to know any better, and then I was too
used to it. I was always the nice guy, and I didn't know any better.

"Frankly, if you had let me go, I would have tried to find someone
like you are now and probably not succeeded. I would have ended up
compromising and eventually I would have gotten lonely, caved in and
ended up in a relationship just like the one that we were in. And you
would have probably found someone else like me and ended up the same
way.

"Becky, you saved me by not giving up. You allowed me to grow. I am
sorry that I did not do it earlier, truly I am. When I think of all
those months that I could have been living like this, I kick myself."

"That is what I've been thinking about all night, sir," Becky said. "I
treated you badly. I denied you. I embarrassed you. I put you
down. Sir, I feel that I need to make it up to you."

"You ARE making it up to me Becky," I told her. "Every time I am with
my new tiger, it erases the memory of our old relationship, the old
Becky."

Becky kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I knew that you would
say that was enough for you. You are so sweet. But sir, it is not
enough for me. It gnaws at me. Sir, I feel like I need to serve
penance."

"Penance?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "It is not enough for me to just change my
behavior. I need to be punished for my past actions so that I can let
them go."

We were delving into some deep psychological stuff that I did not feel
prepared to deal with. "What do you mean punished?" I asked.

"I don't mean the spankings you have been giving me," she said,
smiling. "Those are fun and I encourage you to keep doing it. You know
how that turns me on!

"But what I am saying, sir, is that occasionally I will request that
you punish me for specific behaviors that I exhibited towards you, or
sometimes things that I thought about. I know you are not a cruel
master, and you would not do this on your own, but I would like
permission to sometimes tell you about something from our past, and to
tell you how I want to be punished. Then I want you to punish me as I
ask."

"I'm not sure about that," I said.

"Please, sir. I know you love me. Do this for me!" she pleaded.

"OK, I'll try," I said.

"And now that I've got you to agree, sir, I'm going to ask something
even harder of you," she went on. "I know you, and I know that despite
what you say, you resented me for some of those behaviors. You wanted
me to do things and I wouldn't. I even disparaged you for asking.

"So what I want sir, is that when you punish me, you think about what
you are punishing me for, and you let out all your rage. I know you
don't want to hurt me, but I want you to do this! Please!"

I just lay there for a long time. This was way over my head. But I
couldn't deny that sometimes I wanted to hurt her for what she had
done. On the other hand, I don't particularly like to cause a lot of
pain. Finally I sighed and said, "Tiger, I will try. But I don't
promise you anything."

"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you! You make me so happy!" she said. Then
she got up and went to the other side of the bed. I sat up as she came
back and knelt on the floor beside the bed. She bent her head and held
her hands up, presenting me with the crop she had bought, but which we
had not yet used.

"Sir," she began formally, "During the time we were dating I knew that
you wanted to try anal sex. Every time that you went near my ass I
forced you away. I even told you it was disgusting and you should
never try it. Sir, I was wrong. Anal sex gives me great pleasure, and
it gives you great pleasure, and I should not have denied us both the
pleasure.

"Please, sir, will you punish me for my behavior? Please use this crop
on my ass ten times. When you are done, I would like you to use it on
my pussy three times. And finally, sir, I would like you to fuck my
ass as hard as you can, so that all day I can feel the pain of my
punishment and the pleasure of your cum in my ass."

This woman just blew my mind. I sat there and thought about this for
about five minutes, and she never moved. She sat there presenting the
crop to me, and I got the feeling that if I did not take it, she would
still be there the next morning.

I thought about everything she said. It was true; it always upset me
that she denied me without ever having tried it. And she was not kind
when she did. I had been angry about it, before she had changed her
attitude. It was why one of the first things that I did after she
agreed to serve me was to take her ass. And she seemed to really want
this. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. Please. For me?"

I took the crop from her hand and she scrambled up onto the bed. She
got up on her hands and knees, raised her skirt and spread her
legs. Interestingly, she put her hands above her head and clasped them
together, as if they were bound.

I swung the crop around to get the feel of it. I had never used one
before, and I assumed that Becky had never had one used on her
either. She appeared to assume that it would hurt a lot.

"Why are you being punished?" I asked Becky.

"Because I denied you my ass!" Becky screamed the word 'ass' as I
landed my first blow.

"And was that wrong?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. It was wrong!" she shrieked as I landed another one.

"And why was that wrong?" I asked.

"Because I was denying you pleasure," she answered.

"Just me?" I asked.

"No, sir. I was denying both of us pleasure!" she screamed, as I
landed another.

"And how were you acting when you did that?" I asked.

"Like a bitch!" she yelled as she received another.

"How do you think that made me feel?" I asked.

"Angry!" she yelped as she got the fifth.

"And?" I asked.

"Hurt!" as she got the sixth.

"What do you deserve for behaving like that?" I asked.

"A beating!" she screeched on the seventh.

"What kind of beating?" I asked.

"A hard beating!" she cried on the eighth.

"Where?"

"My ass!" on the ninth.

"And will it ever happen again?" I asked.

"No!" she yelled as I landed the tenth blow, and continued "No! Never!
Again!" as I quickly changed angles and landed three hard strokes
right on her exposed pussy.

I dropped the crop and looked at her. She was sobbing into the bed,
moaning, "My ass, my ass." I thought that I had gone overboard, until
I heard her say, "My ass, please take my ass. Take what I denied
you. Please take me hard."

I climbed on the bed behind her and placed my cock at the entrance of
her ass. I was surprised that I was hard, but I was. I think her
begging for it really got to me. I did as she asked and I slammed my
cock into her, getting my next surprise.

"Did you lube yourself?" I asked as I hit bottom.

"Only a very little bit, sir!" she said. "Please don't stop. I want to
feel this all day. I want you to hurt me. Please!"

I gave her what she wanted and started fucking her brutally. As I
pounded into her, I said, "This is my ass now. I own your ass. I will
use your ass whenever I want. You will never deny me your ass." I kept
repeating and embellishing those thoughts.

At the same time, Becky was screaming right back at me. She said,
"Yes! It's yours. You can do whatever you want to my ass. You own
it. You own me." She continued in that vein the entire time I was
fucking her.

Finally I couldn't take it any more, and I came in her ass. For the
first time since I started fucking her in her ass, she did not cum
before or with me. I pulled out and her whole ass was red and bruised,
as was her pussy. Her asshole was red and gaping, and there was a
little blood around it.

I lay down next to Becky and took her sobbing body into my arms. It
took about 10 minutes before she stopped crying, and I held her the
whole time.

"Thank you, sir," Becky said. "I promise I won't ask you do to this
very often, but I felt that I needed it. I feel purged. I no longer
feel guilty about denying my ass to you. Now when you fuck me in the
ass I will not think about how I did not let you, I will just enjoy
it."

"That's good," I told her, "because I won't do this very often, no
matter how much you say you need it."

"OK, sir," she said. "Please don't tell Jamie about this. This is just
between you and me, please?"

"Don't worry my little Becky, there can be things just between us. I
love you. You are already late to work. How are you going to manage
this?"

"Sir, I need to! I need to go to work and have a hard time sitting
down. I need to feel it in my ass all day. It will help me get through
this. Don't worry about me, sir. It's like I told Jamie yesterday;
even though it hurts, it's what I wanted, and you did just the right
thing doing it. I have to go get changed and fix my makeup for work."

Becky changed and gave me a kiss goodbye, wincing as she leaned
over. She said, "Don't forget that I am going out with Rachel after
the gym, so I won't see you till late. I love you." Then she went off
to work.

I realized that she had not cleaned me off after I fucked her ass, and
it dawned on me that she did not consider what we did to be sex; it
was her penance. I cleaned myself off, showered, dressed and went to
work.

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After work I went out to buy something and then headed back to the
apartment. I made dinner, knowing that Becky wouldn't be home for a
while. I was just finishing up when there was a knock at the door. I
opened it, and I recognized the person standing there.

"You work with Becky, right?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. I'm Joan," she said.

"Hi, Joan. I'm afraid Becky is not here right now. Is there a message
I can take for her?" I asked.

"Actually, I'm not here for Becky," Joan said. "I know she's out with
Rachel. Can I come in for a minute?"

"Sure, come in," I said, ushering her in and closing the door behind
her. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes, I have this message for you from Becky," she said, handing me an
envelope. I opened it up and read the message inside.

'Sir: I am sorry that I will not be home tonight to take care of your
needs. In my place, I have sent Joan to help you get some relief. You
may not touch her, but she has agreed to assist me. She knows what to
do, so please just let her. I love you, Becky.'

I looked up at Joan. She walked over to me and dropped to her
knees. She unfastened my pants and fished out my cock. "Oooo, nice!
And smooth, too," she said, and sucked the head into her mouth. She
proceeded to give me a very nice blowjob. Both Becky and Jamie were
better, but she was definitely not bad, and really, is there such a
thing as a bad blowjob?

She licked and sucked and fondled my balls. "You have it pretty good,"
she said as her mouth took a little break, "having a girlfriend who
finds strange women to give you blowjobs."

"First of all, I agree with you," I told Joan. "Second of all, you
don't seem that strange."

Joan laughed, choking a little on my cock. "You don't find a woman
that goes to her friend's house to blow her boyfriend strange?"

"Adventurous, maybe," I responded, "Strange, no."

"Well this adventurous woman wants a mouthful of cum. Can you provide
that?" Joan asked.

"Very soon," I said, and just a little while later I delivered.

Joan sucked up every drop, put me back in my pants, stood up and gave
me a kiss on the cheek. "Tell Becky thanks for me," she said.

"Thank YOU!" I said, as she left.

I could feel my fingers slipping off of my tiger's tail.

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I was lying in bed when Becky got home a little before 11. I heard her
fumbling around in the living room, and then she came into the
bedroom. She was naked. She jumped into bed with me and said, "Thank
you, sir! I had such a nice time out with Rachel."

"So it was good?" I asked.

"Oh, yes sir," Becky said, snuggling up to me. "That girl is so
curious. She wanted to know everything about us and was not judgmental
at all. We drank and ate and talked. By the way, I told her that you
were just kidding about her being in control of me. She was so
relieved!"

"So Rachel enjoyed herself too?" I asked.

"Did she ever! Her husband is going to get sooo laid tonight!" Becky
giggled. "She asked if we could set up a weekly girl's night
out. Would that be OK with you, sir?"

"As long as you are having fun, that's fine," I told her. "And will
Joan be supporting your nights out too?"

Becky smirked at me. "Did you enjoy her, sir?"

"I did. It was surprising, but pleasant," I said. "And you didn't
answer my question."

"No, you won't be joined by Joan every week," she said. "I do know
other people, you know!"

I looked at her, a little shocked. She laughed. "Sir, I take my
responsibility to please you seriously, and if I am not here I will
provide suitable companionship for you! Besides, I didn't think I'd be
up to doing anything with you tonight anyway."

"Still sore?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. Very," she said.

"Can we talk about it?" I asked.

She rolled onto me to look in my eyes. "I don't want to, sir. I told
you it is something that I will need, and it is for me. You did it for
me, and I really thank you for it. Please, just let it go for now."

I sighed and kissed her. "You are going to be a very difficult little
slave girl, aren't you?"

"You'll just have to keep spanking me until I obey, sir," Becky said
with a gleam in her eye. I kissed her again, then she put her head
down on my chest and I stroked her hair until we both fell asleep.


*Wednesday - Day 12*

I woke up on Wednesday to the sound of gagging. Becky was providing my
usual wake-up blowjob, but she was doing things differently
today. "Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she said. "I just thought that it was time that I learned
to deep throat you. I love the way it feels when your cock is buried
all the way in my cunt, and the way it feels when you are sunk as far
as you can go into my ass. Now I want to be able to get you all the
way in my mouth."

Becky tried again, and she did get further than she ever had before,
but still did not get close to all of it in her mouth. After a few
more tries she pulled out and said, "It's clear to me that I am going
to have to practice this a lot, sir. I hope you don't mind if I use
you for practice?"

"Not at all," I said. "Feel free to practice as often as you need to
until you get it right!"

Becky kept trying, but couldn't get past the gag reflex. After a
little longer, she gave up and concentrated on providing me
pleasure. After I had fed her the breakfast she insisted on, she came
up to hug and kiss me. "I will learn how to do it, sir, you'll see!"

"Given the way that you throw yourself into everything else, I really
believe that you will!" I told her. Eventually, I let her go to work
and I got cleaned and dressed and went to my work.

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I took a late lunch on Wednesday, and I went to the gym where Becky
was working out. As I walked in Veronica saw me, smiled and came over
to me.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "I wanted to see how Becky was doing. I haven't gotten
any progress reports, and I wanted to see if she was following her
trainer's instructions."

"She's in the back with Nelly. I'll take you to see them," Veronica
told me.

We went back and I saw that Nelly was with Becky as she was pulling
some weight down on a machine. Nelly saw us coming and waved. She said
something to Becky who looked up. She saw me coming and she jumped up
and ran over, giving me a hug and a big kiss.

"What are you doing here, sir?" she asked.

"I haven't gotten any progress reports from Nelly, so I thought I'd
stop by and see how she thought you were doing," I told her.

"She's doing very well," Nelly said. "She is following all my
instructions and working very hard. She's already lost five pounds,
and she is starting to firm up. If she keeps this up you'll start
seeing a noticeable difference very soon."

"And has she given you any problems?" I asked. "Is she skipping
sessions or not working out as hard as you'd like?"

"No," Nelly told me. "In fact, she's been a model client. I wish all
my clients worked at it like Becky does; my job would be much more
fun."

Becky stuck her tongue out at me and said, "See! I told you I would
work at it!"

Veronica asked Nelly to come with her for a minute, and I continued
talking to Becky. "I am very proud of you. You are working hard. Can I
see the workout that she has set up for you?"

Becky showed me some of the things that they were working on. Nelly
came back, looking a little upset. Veronica was with her and said,
"They are almost done for the day. Would you like to sit with me until
they are finished?"

I agreed, and we went off while Nelly helped Becky through the end of
the routine. Veronica said, "I am sorry that one of our employees did
not provide you the service that you requested. Nelly would like to
apologize to you when she is finished with Becky, if that is OK with
you."

"That's fine," I said. When they were done with the workout, Becky
went to the locker room to shower and change and Veronica escorted
Nelly and me to an office in the back.

"Nelly, do you have something to say?" Veronica asked.

Nelly looked at Veronica angrily and said, "I'm sorry that I did not
send the status reports that you asked for. I was wrong, and I think
that I deserve to be punished for my actions."

"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised.

Veronica said, "We know what would happen to Becky if she got a bad
report, and I have spoken to Nelly and she agrees that since Becky
would be spanked if she did not perform, than Nelly should be spanked
since she did not perform."

"And I am the one to do the spanking?" I asked.

Veronica replied, "You are the one who was wronged." Then she said,
sternly, "Nelly!"

At Veronica's command Nelly went to the front of the desk, lowered her
sweats and panties and draped herself across the desk.

"Would you prefer to use your hand or a paddle?" Veronica asked,
clearly excited.

"What I'd like," I told Veronica, "is to have a moment alone with
Nelly."

Veronica looked like she did not understand.

"Leave the room, Veronica," I repeated. "Don't worry, I won't touch
Nelly while you are gone. Go tell Becky where we are, and have her
wait for me."

Veronica looked like she wanted to argue, but she simply left as I had
instructed. I went around the desk and sat down in the chair. Nelly
had not moved.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Veronica told me that I had to," she replied.

"Had to or what?" I asked.

"We used to date, and she liked to make me do things like this," Nelly
told me. "She wasn't particularly good at it, but occasionally she
makes me do something 'for old times sake.' Plus, I'm afraid if I piss
her off she could get me fired."

"Why didn't you send me progress reports?" I asked.

Nelly looked down and said, "I forgot. I told Veronica, and she said
not to worry about it, but I should have. I'm sorry that I did not
send the reports to you, and you can be sure that I will in the
future."

"I appreciate that," I told her. "What do you mean that Veronica was
not good at things like this?"

Nelly sighed. "I really shouldn't be airing my dirty laundry."

"But..." I prompted.

"She likes to play the dominant one, but she really isn't," Nelly
explained. "I think she is terrified of losing control, but she really
is not a particularly dominant person. When she plays the games she
seems more insecure than dominant."

"Yet you are bent over the desk with your pants down," I said.

"Well, I still sometimes like the games," Nelly told me, "and like I
said, I'm not sure how she'll react if I don't do this."

"Is there a way that you can page Veronica back here?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, and she picked up the phone and paged her.

"Does anyone call her anything but Veronica?" I asked Nelly. "Ronnie,
perhaps?"

"Not really," she said. "She doesn't like it when people call her
Ronnie."

Veronica walked in, closed the door behind her and stood there
nervously.

"I had a talk with Nelly," I told Veronica, "and I agree that she
dropped the ball. Please sit here, and I will administer her
punishment. I will give her ten spanks on her bare ass with my hand."

Becky sat down and I went behind Nelly and began. I gave her the
promised punishment, though I did not do it very hard. After I was
done, Nelly said, "Thank you. I won't forget again." She got up and
pulled up her pants.

"You're welcome," I said. "Now Veronica, while I've punished Nelly,
don't you think that you have some responsibility in this as well? You
are the manager here, and you knew what I had requested. You didn't
ensure that your employee did what she was supposed to.

"Furthermore, when I confronted you about it, you passed the blame
onto Nelly, and encouraged me to punish her, when, as a manager, it is
your responsibility to handle internal matters. Don't you agree?"

Veronica looked like a deer in headlights. She didn't say
anything. Her mouth was opening and closing, but nothing came out.

"As the manager, I believe that you should share the punishment with
Nelly, and in fact, I believe that you should receive an additional
punishment for not performing your duties as a manager to the level
that you should have. Don't you agree?"

Again, Veronica said nothing.

"Veronica, please take off your pants and bend over the desk," I told
her.

Veronica just sat there doing nothing, looking at me blankly. Nelly,
on the other hand, had quite a smirk on her face.

"Now!" I barked at Veronica.

Veronica jumped up, lowered her head, and then lowered her pants. In a
few seconds she was draped across the desk.

"For not ensuring that I got the reports that I requested, you will
get the same punishment that Nelly got. For being a bad manager, you
will get ten with a paddle. I believe that you offered a paddle
before. Where is it?"

"In the bottom drawer," she whispered.

"Please get it for me Nelly," I asked.

I got behind Veronica and I said, "Count for me, Ronnie."

I spanked her once and she said, "One."

"One, what?" I asked.

"One, sir," she replied.

I continued until the ten were done. I didn't do it particularly hard,
but she definitely felt them. I went around the desk and sat down
again. "Do you have something to say to me, Ronnie?"

She looked at me with a confused look, with tears on her cheeks.

"Do you remember what Nelly said after I spanked her?" I asked.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry you didn't get the reports."

"Very good," I said. "Now we'll move on to the second part of your
punishment."

I went back around to her ass, and said, "Spread your legs wide,
Ronnie."

Veronica did not hesitate. Her brown pussy hair was evident, as was
the fact that she was aroused. How did I manage to get women into
positions like this? I took the paddle from Nelly and, without warning
I slammed it into her ass. She yelped and after she got her breath
back said, "One, sir."

I did the next nine, though with a greatly lessened force. When I was
done, she said without prompting, "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that I
was not a better manager. I will try harder."

"You're welcome," I said. "You can go now, Nelly." Nelly left with a
wink to me.

Veronica did not make any move to get up. I went back around and sat
down in front of her. "Are you OK?" I asked. She nodded her head.

"Do you still want to borrow Becky?" I asked. She looked at me with a
terrified look in her eyes and shook her head no.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do?" I asked. She looked down and
did not respond.

I moved my head right next to hers and whispered in her ear, "Would
you like me to make you cum, Ronnie?"

She started crying and squeezed her eyes shut tight. For a moment she
did nothing else, then she nodded her head slightly.

"Are you sure, Ronnie? Do you really want me to make you cum?" I
whispered.

She nodded her head violently, still not opening her eyes. I got up
and went behind her. I put my fingers on her pussy, and it was a
little moist. I then dipped one finger into her cunt, and it was very
wet, very hot, and very tight. I slipped two fingers from my left hand
into her cunt, and started rubbing her ass with my right hand. Then I
picked up the paddle and simultaneously pushed my fingers into her
hard and landed another blow on her red ass. The only sound she made
was a small squeak. I did that three more times while probing her cunt
and playing with her clit, and she came.

The only way I knew that she was cumming was because her cunt
practically crushed my fingers. She made absolutely no sound. I
stopped moving and paddling and removed my fingers.

I went back to the front of the desk and sat down again. Her eyes were
still closed, but her head was relaxed on the desk. "Are you
satisfied?" I asked. She nodded her head.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" I asked.

She whispered, "Thank you, sir."

I said, "Once again, you're welcome. I'll show myself out."

I got up and walked to the door. As I left, I turned around and saw
that Veronica had not moved at all. I closed the door and went to find
Becky.

When Becky saw me she asked, "Will you be coming home with me now?"

"Sadly, no," I replied. "I have to go back to work. I'll see you when
I get home though."

"What happened in there with Veronica and Nelly?" she asked.

"I promise I will tell you all about it when I get home," I told her.

"OK, sir, I'll wait," she said. She kissed me, and I went back to
work.

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At work, I contemplated what had happened in the gym. I could not
believe it. This was me. I was a wimp. I was a doormat. I was not
someone who had strange women pull their pants down so that I could
spank them. What had happened to me?

Clearly, one thing that had happened to me was Becky. Left to my own
devices, I would have pushed Becky to a certain extent, and I would
have felt a little more comfortable, a little more powerful, a little
more confident.

But Becky kept pushing even further. Becky brought Jamie into the
picture. Becky kept having me dominate her more than I expected. Becky
sent me Joan. Becky was increasing my comfort with being dominant.

How was it that I recognized that Veronica was not dominant? She
certainly tried to act like she was, but I could tell that it was just
an act. She was not a dominant person. She was, in fact, a very
submissive person, terrified of her submissiveness and masking it with
a dominance act. But I still did not understand how I knew that.

'Oh well, ' I thought to myself, 'the world certainly works in
mysterious ways. And for once, I seem to be on top of it!'

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When I got home, Becky was in the kitchen cooking. She was wearing the
schoolgirl skirt and blouse, and her hair was done up as I had
requested. She was a walking wet dream. As she came over and kissed
me, I wrapped my arms around her and slipped my hand under the skirt,
squeezing her naked ass cheeks.

"And how is my sexy little girl today?" I asked when I came up for
air.

"Hot, wet and wondering what went on at the gym today," she replied.

How to explain? "I had asked Nelly for progress reports, and I had not
received any. I brought this to Veronica's attention, and she wanted
me to punish Nelly for this oversight."

"Punish Nelly?" asked Becky. "What does that mean?"

"What does it mean when I punish you?" I asked Becky. "Remember that I
had told Veronica and Nelly that you would be spanked if you did not
progress. That is what Veronica wanted me to do to Nelly."

"Did you do it?" Becky asked.

"Yes, I did," I told her. "But first I talked with her about why she
was doing it and about Veronica. I realized that Veronica was not as
dominant as she tried to make herself out to be."

"Really?" Becky said. "And did you make use of that information."

"I did," I replied.

"What did you do?" Becky asked me with an exasperated tone.

"What would you have done?" I countered.

"I probably would have punished Veronica too," she said.

"That is why I don't get you," I told Becky. "You make such an
excellent slave, accepting everything and begging for more. And at the
same time, you would make a perfect mistress. You would know just the
buttons to push."

"Like Christine's?" she asked.

"And Veronica's," I said. "I had Veronica bend herself over the desk
and I gave her worse than she wanted me to give Nelly. And in the end,
she was begging for me to make her cum."

"And did you? Did you make her cum? Did you fuck her?" asked Becky.

"How would it make you feel if I said I did?" I asked her.

"Jealous," she replied.

"Jealous because I was playing with someone else?" I asked.

"No, you ass! Jealous because it wasn't me spread across the desk
being punished by you!" she responded hotly.

"Or the one behind her, paddling her?" I asked.

"That would a nice consolation prize," she said. "Or better yet, I
wish I were there while you were doing her. How did you make her cum?
Did you fuck her?"

"No, my horny little Becky," I told her. "I didn't fuck her. I won't
fuck anyone other than you unless you are there, or you know about it
in advance."

"Or Jamie," she said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Or, Jamie," she repeated. "I want you to feel free to fuck Jamie even
if I am not here and I don't know about it."

"Even if she is not also my slave?" I asked. "That's not what you said
earlier."

"I changed my mind, sir," she told me. "Either she will become my
sister slave, in which case you can do either of us at your whim, or
she won't, in which case I am even less nervous of losing you. Because
I know you, sir; at least I do now. Given a choice between someone,
even someone as sexy as Jamie, who will pleasure you as much as you
want, and someone like me, who will do the same thing and be
completely subservient to you, you'll pick me every time."

"You? Completely subservient to me?" I exclaimed in mock
surprise. "I'm not sure who's leading whom in this relationship."

"Sir, you are," she said seriously. "Anytime you doubt it, use me in a
way I don't like. You'll find that I will do anything you want, and do
it with joy." She dropped to her knees and bowed her head in front of
me. "You are in charge, sir, and I will always serve you."

"Get up here," I said, pulling her to her feet and back into my
arms. "I'll do what I like to you, but I seem to be having a hard time
finding something you don't like," I told her with a smile.

"It's because you've brought out my inner slut, sir!" she grinned back
at me. "But seriously, sir, you need to find something you like doing
to me that I don't like, and then do it every now and then, so that
you can reassure yourself that you are in charge of this relationship;
that you can do what you want to me. That I am your slave."

I kissed her and said, "We'll see. Now I want my house slave to go
finish making me dinner!"

"I thought I wasn't your slave yet," she said to me, grinning and she
squirmed away from me.

"That doesn't mean that I won't take you over my knee and make it so
that you can't sit for a week!" I told her.

"Promises, promises," she said, going into the kitchen.

I smiled to myself, and went to edit some more video. When dinner was
ready we sat down and I asked about her day.

"Both Christine and Jamie called again, just like yesterday," she told
me.

"And?" I asked.

"Nothing - it was just like yesterday!" she said in frustration.

"Well we'll know about Jamie on Friday," I said. "As for Christine,
you'll either have to let her come to her own conclusion or push her
on it."

"And how about Rachel?" I asked. "Any other interesting conversations
with her?"

"Oh, she came in to work today looking quite satisfied," Becky told
me. "I wonder if her husband had to take a sick day to recuperate?
She's quite happy."

"I'm glad of that," I said. "I think next time, though, I'm going to
charge her for using you to spice up her sex life."

"I don't think she'll cheat on her husband," Becky told me.

"I don't want her to," I said. "But next Monday, call me again like
you did this week, with her in the office."

"OK, sir," Becky said.

"Before dinner I was editing some of the apartment video," I told
Becky, "and I noticed something interesting from yesterday. Did you
enjoy putting on the show?"

"Whatever do you mean, sir?" she asked.

"Whatever do I mean? Get over here!" I said. I bent her over the couch
and flipped her skirt up. "We are going to watch your performance from
yesterday, and every time I see you cum, I am going to spank you five
times."

"Why, sir? Did I do something wrong," she asked.

"Absolutely not," I told her. "We are going to watch the video. It is
going to turn us both on, and I am going to spank you, not in
punishment, but because it turns me on to redden your ass, and it
turns you on when I do it."

"Oh, if that is the case sir, please do that!" she said.

I turned the video on, and I saw Becky come into the apartment. She
stripped off her clothes at the door ("good girl," I whispered to her,
rubbing my fingers along the outside of her pussy) then went to the
bedroom. Then I saw her come out of the bedroom dressed in the
schoolgirl clothes.

She pranced around the room, twirling and skipping, clearly getting
into the schoolgirl mentality. Then she headed back into the bedroom,
and when she came out she had the dildo with her. I watched as she
flopped herself onto the couch. Then she started looked around, almost
guiltily and slipped her panties off. She tucked them under the seat
cushion, as if she thought someone might come in and find her.

She then picked her skirt up and started rubbing the dildo all around
her pussy lips. Then she slowly started feeding it into her pussy. I
watched her masturbate on screen, moving the dildo in and out while
she manipulated her clit with her other hand. While the action was
happening on the screen, I knelt down behind Becky and started licking
her from the top of her ass crack, down over her puckered asshole,
over her pussy lips and up to her clit, then back again. At the end of
each cycle I'd sit rest my head on her back and watch the action on
the screen.

In no time at all, the Becky on screen started gasping and moaning as
she came, and the sounds were punctuated by the loud shots of my hand
hitting her ass.

After the Becky on screen finished her cum, I went back to licking
Becky with the same long strokes. Between the screen, the spanks and
the gentle licking, she was going nuts. She was squirming and leaking
and moaning. On screen, Becky had not even slowed her pumping and she
was quickly approaching another peak. When she reached it, I reddened
Becky's ass some more.

Altogether Becky on screen came five times, and the Becky on the couch
had been moaning for me to fuck her since the third cum. The Becky on
the couch had not cum, as I was being too gentle with my
licking. After the last cum on screen, Becky said, "I'd better return
this to Jamie," and went back into the bedroom. Then I saw her come
out of the bedroom and leave the apartment.

I turned off the TV, stood up behind Becky, dropped my pants and
slowly sunk my cock into her. "Faster! Harder!" she kept
screaming. But I was in the mood for a slow fuck. I gave her long,
slow strokes, enjoying her oven hot pussy.

"Please, sir, I can't stand it," Becky screamed. "I need to cum. Touch
my clit! Fuck me harder! Do my ass!"

I leaned over her and very gently ran my fingertips over her
nipples. "No," I whispered in her ear. "I want to enjoy a long, slow,
leisurely fuck. I am going to stop moving now and you are going to
fuck me, but you are going to do it the way that I want it."

"Yes, sir," Becky whispered back at me.

I stood back up and Becky started moving slowly. After about ten
strokes, I felt her clench up and she came quietly. She slowed down
even more for a minute, and then started stroking again. We went
through this cycle three or four times, until I felt ready to
cum. Then I pulled myself out until the head of my cock was just
inside the tight opening ring of her pussy. I moved millimeters in and
out for a minute until I came, right at the opening of her pussy. As I
finished cumming I slammed myself all the way in and pulled her back
to me by her tits. I kissed her neck and held her like that for a
minute. The I let myself fall out of her, and still holding her,
rolled over the back of the couch so that we were both lying on the
couch. Miraculously, neither of us ended up on the floor.

"I liked that," I told her.

"Oh, sir! I did too," she said, kissing me. "I needed you to pump me
hard, and you didn't. But when you whispered for me to fuck you slow,
when you ordered me to, I swear I got even more turned on. I didn't
think that I could cum like that, and then I did! Four times! Just
 from moving on you. Just because I knew you required me to. YOU are
the expert at pushing people's buttons!"

"Not people's," I said, "just yours."

"How about Veronica?" she asked. "And Jamie? And Nelly? And is there a
woman you've met in the last two weeks whose buttons you didn't push?"

"OK, maybe certain people's," I acknowledged.

"Ummm." Becky moaned contentedly as she snuggled into me. I let her
stay there for a few minutes, and then said, "I think the bed would be
more comfortable."

"Carry me," she said in a little voice.

I was happy to, so I picked her up and took her to bed. I rolled up
behind her, snuggled in, and we both went to sleep.


*Thursday - Day 13*

Becky was trying again, but not succeeding. As much as she wanted to
force my cock down her throat, she could not get past the gag
reflex. She was very frustrated.

"Becky, stop trying that now," I told her.

"But I know I can do it, sir!" she said with an exasperated tone.

"Maybe you just don't know the proper steps," I told her. "Why don't
you see if anyone you know can help you out? Or you can look on the
Internet. Either way, right now I want a good old-fashioned Becky
blowjob. You know the ones. The kind of blowjob that makes it feel
like the top of my head has blown off!"

"Yes, sir!" she said with a smile, and proceeded to do just that.

"I'll get it, you'll see!" she said before she went off to work.

+++++

Work was uneventful, and when I got home Becky was sitting in the
chair by the computer, playing with herself.

"Now that is an interesting sight to come home to," I said.

"Oh, sir, I'm so happy you're home!" Becky exclaimed. "I was looking
for information on how to deep-throat, and I got distracted by
pictures of women all tied up!"

She got up to kiss me and as I ran my hands over her body, I felt that
her thighs were soaked. I glanced over at the chair in front of the
computer and there was a small puddle on it!

"How many times did you cum at the computer, Becky?" I asked.

"Four or five, sir. Is that OK?" Becky asked.

"It's fine!" I replied. "You know I love it when you cum. But you do
need to clean up your messes," I said, pointing to the chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir!" she said embarrassedly.

She started going to the kitchen for paper towels and I said, "Not
that way."

Becky looked at me for a moment, and then smiled wickedly. She swayed
over to the chair and knelt down on the opposite side. Keeping eye
contact with me she extended her tongue and slowly swiped at the
puddle. Her tongue ran through her cum and she sucked it into her
mouth. She did that a number of times, and I had to adjust myself to
make room for my growing cock.

Soon she had the chair cleaned and said, "I hope that is clean to your
satisfaction, sir. If not, please feel free to punish me for the
mess!"

"Wench!" I said. "Go get dinner so that you can tell me about your
day!"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

At dinner, I quizzed Becky about her day.

"I talked with both Jamie and Christine again. I asked them if they
could deep throat. Christine can, but she says she just could always
do it, and she didn't know how to teach me. Jamie can't, but if I
figure it out she wants to know how. How would that be, sir? Three
little slave girls that could all take you into their throats!"

"It's only what I deserve!" I joked. "Seriously, though, did either of
them give you any indication that they were leaning that way?"

"NO!" Becky said with frustration. "Christine is acting all friendly
but won't say that she won't be my slave, and Jamie just says she
can't wait for our date tomorrow."

"Well, tomorrow is quite soon," I said. "Anything else of interest
today?"

"Yes, sir, in fact there was," she replied. "I had lunch with Jill
today."

"Did she give you the third degree?" I asked.

"Yup," Becky replied. "She was relentless. She kept asking me the same
questions over and over again, each time a slightly different way. She
was sure that you were brainwashing me."

"But I am!" I said, spookily. "I have you in my power. Ooooo. You are
under my control. You will obey my every command. Wha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"

"Stop it you goofball!" she laughed at me. Then she seemed to
reconsider and said, "Actually, everything you said is true. The only
thing is that I love it! I finally convinced Jill of that. Only then
she wanted all the juicy details."

"And I'm sure you resisted that entirely," I said sarcastically.

"Can I help it if I like bragging about what a good master you are?"
she asked. "I did perhaps share a few anecdotes. I think your balls
are safe from her for a little bit."

"Well thank god for that!" I said in relief. "She can be scary when
she is protective of you."

"Yeah, but she's pretty sexy, huh?" she said. "Bet you wouldn't mind
doing her!"

"Don't try to add her to our little harem!" I said. "There is no way
she would join in as a slave!"

"You're right about that, sir," she replied. "She's a bit too
dominant. But who knows how else you might get her?"

"You really are trying to kill me, aren't you? Get over here you!" She
came over and sat on my lap, facing me. I pulled her in for a kiss,
running my hands along her back.

"You know," I told her, "throwing women at me is not what makes me
happy. Having you makes me happy."

"Maybe, sir," she said with a smile, "but I'm sure having me and
having me throw women at you doesn't hurt."

"And how was your workout today?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Good," she replied. "I forgot to give you this." She got up and got a
piece of paper. It was from Nelly, and it said that everything was
going well and Becky was cooperating completely.

"She told me that I'd better make sure that you got it! I think she
was worried what would happen if you didn't get it," Becky said. "I
also talked to Veronica a little bit."

"Really?" I asked. "What about?"

"Just stuff," she said. "She seems much more demure and reserved
around me now. I think she's a little scared of you, or rather, of how
you make her feel."

"Well, I guess it's not a bad thing to have a woman scared of me for a
change," I said. "Better than the way I used to be scared of women."

I pulled her back onto my lap and I kissed her for a while. Then I
said, "Come with me!"

I took her to the bedroom and had her sit on the bed. I took her hands
in mine and said, "You know, it's been two weeks since I broke up with
you; two of the best weeks of my life. The things that we have done
together have made me very happy, and most of that happiness comes
 from the way that you love it as much as I do. A willing, eager, happy
slave is so much better than someone just going through the motions.

"We have a couple of weeks left before we make this permanent, but I
want to give you something to show you how I feel about the way things
are going. I probably should have waited until tomorrow, but I want to
give this to you when we are not concentrating on Jamie."

I reached down and handed her a wrapped box. "Thank you, sir!" she
said. "You didn't have to. I don't have anything for you!"

"Yes you do," I told her, running my hands up and down her body.

She smiled at me as she ripped the wrapping paper off and opened the
box. Inside were two decorative cuffs. "I got these for you because
while they look decorative enough to wear anywhere, they are
functional as well, at least for my uses. I want you to wear these all
the time, both in the house and out. They don't look like obvious
bondage gear, but look at this."

I showed her that one of the silver bars that decorated each cuff was
attached to a hidden clip that slipped into a concealed pocket. The
two clips could be attached together to bind her hands.

"Oh, thank you sir!" she cried, hugging and kissing me. "It is
perfect. Now all day I can feel bound to you! Please, sir, can you put
them on me?"

"They are designed so that you can do it yourself," I told her.

"I don't care!" she practically shouted at me. "I want you to bind
them to my wrists!"

I took them and attached them to her, first the right, then the
left. "Clip them together, sir!" Becky demanded.

I pulled the clips out and attached them. Becky slipped her bound arms
over my head and pulled me into a kiss. She was crying.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Of course!" she said. "You do realize that the entire time we were
together you practically never got me a present that was appropriate,
don't you? You never seemed to know what I wanted. Well I just want to
tell you sir, that you got me exactly the right thing! It is
absolutely perfect. I am so happy! Please let me wear it like this all
night!"

"I insist on it!" I told her.

I slipped out from her arms and took my clothes off. Then I lay down
on the bed and pulled her beside me on her back. I climbed on and
slipped myself into her, a task made quite easy by how wet she was. I
then slipped her arms over my head again so that I could feel her
bound arms behind my neck. I made love to her slowly for a long time,
kissing her the entire time. Eventually I speeded up and I came,
taking Becky with me.

I continued to lie on top of her and kissed the tip of her nose. "You
know that I love you, don't you, my little slave girl?"

"Yes, sir. I know," she replied. "But I am not your slave girl
yet. I'm just your submissive little slut who eagerly awaits the day
that you officially make me your slave."

"It has to be official?" I asked.

"Oh, yes sir!" she exclaimed. "If you think you are getting away
without a ceremony, you are mistaken!"

"A ceremony?" I asked, surprised. "What kind of ceremony?"

"We'll figure it out, sir, don't worry," she replied. "Whatever it is,
it has to make it clear that I am giving myself to you forever."

"Umm, make it clear to whom?" I asked nervously.

"The people at the ceremony, of course!" Becky replied, her tone
implying that I was being stupid.

I slipped off of Becky and turned her around so that I could spoon her
 from behind. I grabbed her bound hands and pulled them down so that I
could cup her breasts. Meanwhile, I thought about what Becky had said.

It was funny. Two weeks ago I was breaking up with her. Now we were
talking about getting married. OK, maybe not officially, but I knew
that the commitment Becky was offering was deeper and more binding
than a wedding ceremony would be.

As I drifted off to sleep, however, it was with a feeling of
contentment that I had not felt before in my life.


*Friday - Day 14*

On Friday morning, I woke up to the feeling of Becky trying to swallow
my cock again. This time, she managed to swallow even more than
before. "You are doing better at that," I told her.

"The internet is an amazing place," she said after she had extracted
my cock from her mouth. "You can find instructions on everything!" She
put her mouth back onto my cock and moved her head until she just
started gagging. She left it there for a minute, and then started
wiggling her tongue. It felt almost like she was pulling my cock
deeper with her tongue.

She continued to do this until she had gotten to within an inch of the
base. Then she pulled out and said, "I think that is all I will get
for today, sir. You'll just have to make do with a regular blowjob."

"No I won't," I said, pulling her up to me. I kissed her and said, "I
suspect that no matter what, tonight will be exhausting for me, and I
want to save myself. But all day I will be thinking of your mouth on
parts of me that have never fit into your mouth before.

"Now, why are you not dressed yet this morning?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Becky replied, lowering her head. "I had to wake you
earlier than normal today, because I could not get dressed." She
lifted her hands and showed me that they were still bound.

"You might not have been able to unclip them, but you should have been
able to remove the cuffs yourself," I said.

"No sir, I could not!" she said emphatically, looking my in the eye
fiercely. "You bound my hands, and it is not my place to undo those
bonds."

"Am I going to have to take them off of you for your shower every
day?" I asked.

"I guess not, sir," she replied. "If my hands are not bound together
then I am willing to take them off by myself to shower, so that I do
not have to wake you. But if you have clipped them together, than I
will remain bound until you release me."

"And what if I choose not to?" I asked.

"Then I will remain bound," she said simply.

"For how long?" I asked.

"Forever," she said.

I smiled at her and kissed her. "Well, they are not coming off yet," I
told her. "I understand why you had to wake me early, but the fact
remains that you did wake me, and for that, you will be punished."

"Yes, sir! I deserve to be punished!" she said eagerly.

I sat up and pulled her across my lap. Her legs were on the bed, but
her head was hanging off. She supported her upper body with her bound
arms, so I pulled her back onto the bed, unclipped her wrists, pulled
her hands behind her back and re-clipped them. Then I returned her
into position so that her head was hanging off the bed. I spread her
legs and began spanking her.

In addition to her ass, I also spanked her thighs. After each spank, I
ran my fingers along her wet pussy. Soon she was breathing hard, and
my fingers were probing deeper. In another minute she was cumming. As
she finished, I flipped her off of me. Her head was still hanging
down, but now her hands were immobilized underneath her as she was on
her back.

I grabbed her legs and moved my head between them. I licked up the
delicious fluids that were dripping off of her, and then sent my
tongue in after the source. She immediately started cumming again,
giving me even more liquid to swallow. Her head was flopping up and
down, trying to gain some purchase, but I was not allowing it. I
continued licking her through two more orgasms. Finally, I pulled her
up onto the bed.

"Oh, sir!" she gasped as soon as she regained her breath. "I couldn't
move. I was helpless! I loved it!" She moved her head up and started
licking my face off. I sat up and pulled her head to my lap.

"I changed my mind about my morning blowjob," I told her, and grabbing
her by her hair I forced her mouth onto my cock. With her hands still
bound behind her back she could not control herself at all, so I used
her hair to fuck her face onto my cock. As a blowjob, it wasn't as
good as what she normally gave me. As a face fuck, however, it was
great, and in just a few minutes I was cumming. I slammed her head as
far down my cock as it would go and came deeply into her mouth. She
gagged a little, but quickly used her tongue to get any cum that had
escaped her mouth.

I pulled her head off of me and rested it on my thigh. She kept
sticking her tongue out to lick at my cock. After a few minutes, I
felt the urge to have my morning piss. Rather than get up, I pulled
her by her hair until her mouth was on my cock again. I positioned her
so that she could look into my eyes as I talked to her. It was very
sexy looking down at her, her red hair wrapped in my hand, her mouth
around my cock, her eyes staring at me.

"I have to piss now," I told her. "You are going to be my little
toilet this morning. You will swallow every drop, or I will send you
to work with my piss still on you, do you understand?"

She nodded her head nervously, and I started to piss. I tried to hold
it to a slow stream so that she could get it all. The first mouthful
came slowly, and her face wrinkled up with the taste. I could see her
mouth filling, as she was reluctant to swallow, but soon she did. She
was soon swallowing almost continuously, and she did a great job,
taking it all in.

When I was finished she would not release my cock. She kept running
her tongue all along it. Finally, I pulled her mouth off of me and I
sat both of us up.

I kissed her deeply and laid her on her stomach. I swatted her ass one
more time for fun, and then I unclipped her hands.

"You're going to be late for work. Go get ready!" I told her.

She jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Sir," she said. I
have to tell you that I hated that. I really don't like swallowing
your pee. It tastes horrible."

She kissed me and said, "Thank you, sir, for doing that. Please feel
free to use me as your toilet anytime you want. I will happily swallow
anything from you whenever you desire!"

She then got up, bent over to give my dick one more lick and went to
get ready for work. I love the way that we twist each other's knobs.

+++++

When I got home from work that night, Becky was in quite a
state. "You're finally home!" she said.

"I'm always home this time," I replied.

"We have to get ready, sir!" she said.

"A little excited about our date tonight?" I asked with a smile.

"I can't wait!" she said, jumping up and down (which was especially
lovely considering she was not wearing anything except her cuffs).

"I'm a little jealous," I said. "I don't think you ever got this
excited about a date when I was taking you out."

"I never had quite so much happening on one of those, sir!" she told
me. "Don't you understand that this could change our whole lives?"

"Yes, Becky, I do," I said. "But it won't come a second earlier
whether you keep jumping around like that or you don't. Let's go pick
out some clothes."

"Jamie and I already have our clothes picked out," she told me. "I'll
help you pick out yours."

We went into the bedroom and I went to retrieve something. "I need to
do something first," I told Becky. I grabbed her and tossed her on the
bed. I sat on her stomach facing her legs and quickly inserted the
dildo I had gotten into her pussy. Becky screamed as I pounded her
with the dildo. I pulled it out and slammed it into her ass while I
slipped some fingers into her pussy to search for her G-spot. I didn't
find it this time, but I was close enough, because she came fast and
loud.

I pulled out the dildo and let her come down from her orgasm, and then
I climbed off and gave her a kiss. "Are you a little calmer now?" I
asked.

She looked at me amazed. "You did that to calm me down?" she shrieked.

"Did it work?" I asked.

"Well, yes, but that is not the point," she said indignantly.

"Excuse me, but this pussy and ass belong to me, so I can fuck them
for any reason that I choose," I informed her.

"I'm sorry sir, you're right. I had no right to question you," she
said. "Plus," she added with a grin, "I am a lot calmer now. If I knew
this was what would happen when I was excited, I would be manic all
the time!"

"Come on, my little slut. I need to shower before I dress, and I feel
like having you wash me," I told her.

We went into the shower and Becky washed me. She had already showered,
so she was careful not to get her hair wet, though she did wash her
body. She was on her knees finishing up cleaning my cock when she
asked, "Do you need to pee, sir? I'd be happy to assist you in any way
at all!"

I laughed at her. "Not right now. Are you going to turn into my little
piss slut too?" I asked.

"I'll be every kind of slut for you, sir," she said. "Sir, I need to
shave you again. Can I do that now?"

"OK," I said. "As long as you are calmer. I definitely would not want
you holding any kind of blade near my cock in the state you were in
before!"

We got out and she dried me off, and then she shaved my balls and
pubic area. It took a lot less time now that it was already short,
though it had been itching recently. I can see why women get so
annoyed having to keep so much of their body shaved.

When we were both dressed and Becky was all made up, Becky asked, "Can
we go now?"

"We're still about 45 minutes early," I told her.

"I'll call and see if she's ready!" Becky said. She made the call and
when she hung up she said, "Jamie has been sitting there ready for the
last half hour!"

"OK, OK!" I said, acknowledging defeat.

We took a cab to Jamie's apartment and Jamie met us at the door and
invited us in saying, "I thought you'd like a drink before
dinner. Lord knows I could use one!"

We went in and had a drink. Once again they had conspired to wear
matching clothes. Becky was wearing red again to Jamie's blue. They
were both in identical sweater dresses. They were tight enough that I
was sure neither of them was wearing any underclothes. They had a
fairly deep V-neck and they didn't go down too far below their asses.

As they were walking to the kitchen to get a drink, Becky dropped her
purse. Jamie said, "I'll get that."

Becky said, "No, let me."

Jamie replied, "Maybe we both should," and they both bent down to
retrieve the purse. They both bent from the waist. They both reached
down at the same time. And both their dresses pulled up over their
asses to prove that they were wearing no panties to cover their
pussies.

After they stood up and wiggled their dresses down Becky told me, "You
can close your mouth now, sir."

They both giggled as they got their drinks. We had our drinks and then
Jamie moved across from us. She got a serious look on her face, and
began talking to us.

"We all know that I promised to have a decision for you tonight. First
of all, I need you to know that I've made my decision. But I don't
want to tell you what it is yet. No matter what my decision is, it is
going to change our relationship irrevocably. If I choose to submit to
being your slave sir, then I will no longer be your equal. On the
other hand, if I choose not to be your slave, then while we might
continue to hang out together, I will always be a third wheel.

"Therefore, I would like to enjoy this last date with the two of
you. I want to go out and have fun. I want to have a nice dinner,
maybe a drink and dancing, and then I want to go back to your
apartment with you. When we are there, I will tell you what my
decision is. Whatever my decision is, however, after I tell you I want
you both to fuck me senseless. Is that OK with you guys?"

"No!" screamed Becky. "How could you do that? I've been waiting so
long..."

"Becky!" I snapped at her. "Sit down and stop talking!" I commanded
her.

"Jamie," I said, "I understand what you want, and I agree with you for
two reasons. First, I would also like to have another night with you
as we have been. You are correct; things will change. And my second
reason is that my tiger here is a little too anxious, and the
anticipation will do her good."

"But sir..." Becky started.

"No," I told her. "You will do what I say and you will enjoy tonight
and you will not annoy Jamie again about this tonight, do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir," Jamie said petulantly.

"And if you sulk or pout, I won't allow you in the room when Jamie
tells me her decision," I told her.

Becky sighed. "All right sir," she said. "You're right. I will enjoy
this night to the fullest."

I kissed her and said, "Good girl. Now go over there and give Jamie an
apology kiss."

"Yes, sir!" Becky said with a smile. She marched over and plopped
herself in Jamie's lap and said, "I'm sorry for being a baby," and
gave Jamie a long, hard kiss. She kept on kissing her, working her
hand into Jamie's top to palm her breast and pinch her nipple.

Jamie was starting to get really worked up when I separated them. "We
still have to eat," I said. "Entertainment _after_ dinner!"

We went out and got a cab. We walked into the restaurant the same way
we did last week, Jamie on my right in red, Becky on my left in
blue. Once again, we got looks from everyone in the place.

When we were seated the waiter handed menus to all of us, but Jamie
took the menu from Becky and handed it back to the waiter along with
her own. "He is the only one that needs a menu tonight," she told the
waiter. I looked at her and she said, "I believe you can order for all
of us. Becky and I will eat whatever you order."

Becky looked at her with a huge smile on her face and she leaned over
me to give Jamie a big hug. I noticed that when she did, the couple at
the next table got a very nice view of her bare pussy. When Becky sat
back down she neglected to pull her dress back down.

"You really are turning into an exhibitionistic little slut, aren't
you?" I asked Becky.

"Only around you, sir," she said.

"As she should," added Jamie, pulling her dress up to match. It was a
good thing that when sitting, the rest of the room could not see their
laps. I looked to my right and ran my fingers over Becky's bare
pussy. Then I looked to my left and ran my fingers over Jamie's
pussy. She had not been keeping up with her shaving, and there was
some hair growing back. I could tell now that she was not a real
blonde.

"Doesn't that itch?" I asked.

"Yes sir," Jamie said, "but Becky asked me not to shave it."

"Really?" I asked Becky.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I have my reasons sir. If you want her to
shave it, of course she will, but I ask that you allow her not to
shave it for a few more days. I promise you that it will be worth it,
and when we are ready, I'll personally shave it for her."

"It's fine with me," I said. "Knowing you, I'm going to enjoy the
results."

"Oh, you will sir!" Becky said gleefully.

I ordered the food and some wine, and we had a very nice dinner. After
dinner we went to a bar that had dancing. I am not much of a dancer,
but who could resist dancing slowly with either of the beauties I was
with. In fact, as we were sitting there, more than one person came up
and asked one or both of the ladies to dance. Their answer was always
the same: "Oh no, I couldn't. We only dance with our man!"

Try it sometime. You'll find your ego swelling so big it barely fits
in the room. After a few dances and running my hands up and down their
bodies, we finally headed back to our apartment.


+++++

The girls walked into the apartment before me. I turned to close the
door. When I turned back, Becky had taken off her dress, the only
clothing she had on, and had sunk to her knees in position. Jamie was
still standing there, completely dressed (although she too only had a
single item of clothing on).

I went to stand near Becky and we both looked at Jamie. "I believe
that you have something to tell us," I said.

"Yes sir. Yes Becky," she started. "I've been thinking about this a
lot. I have talked over many things with Becky this week, as I'm sure
she told you. I thought about our time together and I did as you asked
and thought about the consequences.

"It has been a very difficult week for me, because I want what you
have, but I am afraid of what it means. On the one hand, I have had a
blast with you. I've seen the way you make Becky feel and I want
that. Hell, I've felt the way you make me feel and I want that. I know
that you'd push me to places I'd never imagined, and most of those
places I would enjoy.

"I love you Becky, and I have practically since I've known you. In
these last few weeks that has become physical as well, and I love your
body and doing things to it. And I love all the things that you do to
me. I could soooo see living with you and I think we would have so
much fun together, and even more fun with him.

"On the other hand, I've been thinking of the implications of being in
a three way relationship with the two of you. I've thought about what
it would be like going to dinner with our friends, being considered
the second wife. What my mother would say if she knew. What my sister
would think. How my co-workers would react if they found out, like
Becky's have.

"I've also thought about the future, about how we would live, how
things would turn out. I've seen the way Becky is; she will make you a
most excellent slave. She has the imagination to keep you guessing and
desiring her for a long time. I'm afraid that I could not be nearly as
inventive a slave. I could see Becky always being your favorite.

"I know that Becky wants me to be equal with her, but I also know that
you are in love with Becky, and she is in love with you. Since I
really should be completely honest with you, sir, I will tell you that
I am also in love with you. I think I have been for a long time, but
the time we spent together these last few weeks have cemented that
feeling in me.

"I understand that you don't love me, and I have been thinking about
that the hardest. I have been trying to decide which would be worse;
to be an equal with Becky where you love her but not me, or to be
outside of it, after I've tasted being with you but I no longer get to
participate fully. I have been trying to figure out which would hurt
me less.

"And then you top it all off by telling me that I could actually still
participate to some degree, even if I don't agree to become your
slave. So as you can imagine, I have not gotten much sleep at all this
week. In actuality, I had not made up my mind completely until Becky
called me this afternoon. I was sitting in my living room, completely
ready to go - dressed and made up - except for the most important
part: my decision.

"And then Becky called, so excited she could barely speak. I could see
why you love her so much. She is the perfect slave girl for you. I
knew that I could never compete with that."

Becky and I looked at each other, knowing what was coming.

"I know that I cannot be to you what Becky is, sir, but if you'll have
me, I will be yours. Both of yours." And with that, she whipped off
her dress and sunk to her knees, mimicking Becky's position.

We both stared at her in shock for a moment. Then Becky screamed, "You
stupid slut!" and launched herself like a torpedo right at Jamie. She
knocked Jamie over, plastering her face with kisses.

"You had me convinced you would turn us down!" Becky screeched at
Jamie. "You idiot! You almost gave me heart failure! I love you! I
love you so much!"

Becky continued assaulting Jamie until I said, "Becky, please stop
that. I haven't said what I need to say yet."

"I'm sorry, sir!" Becky said, and pulled Jamie up so that they were
both kneeling next to each other.

I went over and knelt down so that I was level with Jamie, looking
right into her eyes. I took her hands in mine and I said, "Jamie, in
some ways you are correct. I do love Becky, and I have for a long
time. She loves me as well, but she also loves you. And as for keeping
up with her, well I can't, so I certainly can't expect anyone else to.

"But Jamie, I do love you. I have loved you as a friend for a long
time, and the way that you have been there for Becky and me for the
last few weeks has made that love grow. I admit that at this point I'd
have to say that I love Becky more, but Jamie, I can see that love
becoming an equal love in the very near future.

"When I talked this over with Becky she pointed out that when we have
children, I would not love one more than the other, though they may be
very different people. I think that it will be the same for Becky and
you. I will love you equally, if perhaps slightly differently. And
Becky will love both of us. And I would hope that you would love Becky
and me.

"I will tell you the same thing that I told Becky. I will not accept
you as a slave now, because I feel we have to try it out first. But
after thirty days, if you still want it, I would be very pleased to
accept you as my slave, completely equal with Becky. I love you
Jamie." And with that I kissed her.

As soon as I pulled away Becky said, "My turn!" and gave Jamie a
kiss. She wrapped her arms around both of us and pulled us to the
floor, where we landed in a squirming, loving pile.

After a significant amount of kissing, hugging, declarations of love,
and not a little bit of crying on all parts, Jamie pulled herself away
and went back to a kneeling position. She turned to me and said, "Sir,
last time we were together you said that you would take my ass when I
made my decision. Well I've made my decision, and with Becky's help
and advice, I've been preparing my ass for you. Please, sir, will you
seal this agreement by taking my virgin ass?"

How could I say no to a request like that? We all made our way to the
bedroom together, with much touching and kissing. I took my clothes
off and got into the middle of the bed on my back. I noticed that
Becky took the right side again, while Jamie took the left.

"Did you guys work out which side of me each of you gets?" I
asked. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"No, sir!" said Becky. "I guess we fit together so well that it just
works out." She reached across me and grabbed Jamie's head to bring it
in for a kiss, right in front of my face. It was very hot.

Jamie reached down and grabbed my cock, which was painfully hard. "It
looks like you don't need much preparation," she said.

"Oh yes he does," said Becky. "And so do you. Climb on him and let me
at both of you." It seems that Becky really enjoyed playing with both
Jamie and me at the same time. She climbed on and Becky started
licking her. I was already hard and Becky's tongue ensured that was
not going to change.

Becky started moving my cock around the edges of Jamie's pussy. She
then put my cock into Jamie and pushed me in. "That's not where I want
him," moaned Jamie.

"Trust me," said Becky moving her head up near ours, "with your tight
little ass, if he were to fuck you there now he'd never last. Let him
cum in your sexy pussy and then let me eat it out of you. Then we'll
both go to work on him and he'll fuck your sexy ass but good! And when
you've both cum again, I'll eat his cum out of your ass." She kissed
me and she kissed Jamie.

"Now fuck your new master!" Becky demanded. Jamie complied. She fucked
me as I kissed both of them. As Becky had predicted, I did not last
long, but neither did Jamie. She came just a little before I did, and
then I shot my load deep into her pussy. Jamie collapsed onto me, but
Becky pulled her off.

"You've had your fun," she told me, "now it is time for mine." She
practically dove between Jamie's legs. I watched her licking the cum
that was leaking out of Jamie.

"Like the cum?" Jamie asked Becky.

"Mmmmm, I love it!" replied Becky. "Ask him! He'll tell you I'm just a
horny cum slut."

"If you like cum, here's some more," Jamie said as she flexed her
stomach and a big glob of cum leaked out.

"Yummy!" said Becky as she licked it up. In just a few moments Jamie
was all cleaned out.

"Now lets work on him!" Becky said looking at Jamie. Jamie grinned
back and they both jumped me.

Becky started sucking the cum off my cock, while Jamie started licking
my stomach, hips and balls. As she had predicted, I was ready to go
again in no time. Becky took charge again and said, "On your hands and
knees, virgin! You are about to get your ass plowed hard!"

Jamie eagerly turned over and got into position. Becky grabbed me by
my cock and pulled me behind Jamie. She grabbed some lube and rubbed
it on my cock. "She's already lubed, but lets be extra careful," she
told me.

I grabbed Becky by the shoulders, kissed her, and then sat her down
next to Jamie. "I know you are very excited by this, Becky, but I am
the one taking Jamie, and I will do it my way."

"I'm sorry, sir," she said contritely.

I pulled Jamie up and I gave her a kiss. "Are you ready for this?" I
asked.

"Yes, sir!" she said.

"Do you really want me to take you like this?" I asked again.

"Yes, sir!" she said emphatically. "I really want you to fuck my
cherry ass. Please make me yours!"

"OK then," I said. I then had Becky lie down on her back. I positioned
Jamie on top of her on all fours so that they were face to face and I
climbed between Becky's legs so that I was once again positioned with
my cock at Jamie's asshole.

"Here's the deal," I told Becky. "You and Jamie can kiss now, but when
I take her ass, it is for me. I put you there so that you can watch as
Jamie becomes mine, but I don't want you kissing or touching her while
I take her, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said quietly. She reached up and brushed her fingers
along Jamie's face. "I love you," she said to Jamie. "I love you so
much and I am so happy that you are joining us. I want us to be a
family." The girls kissed each other softly, both of them crying once
again, and Becky wrapped her arms around Jamie.

After a few minutes of this Becky kissed Jamie a final time and said,
"Now let him have you!"

Jamie turned her head to me and said, "Please, sir, will you please
fuck my virgin ass already and make me yours?"

I had been ready for a long time, so when she requested it, I simply
pushed forward. She was well lubed, and she had been practicing with
the butt plugs all week, but she was still tighter than Becky had ever
been. I had to push hard just to get my cock head into her, and then I
had to stop to let us both get used to it.

Once again, Becky was correct. Had I not just cum moments ago, I would
have been spurting right now. But now I was doing just fine, so I
started slowly sinking into her hot depths. In just a few seconds my
balls were tickling her pussy and my hips were pressed to her ass.

"Please stop for a minute, sir," Jamie asked. Then she begged,
"Please, may I kiss Becky while I get used to the feeling?"

"You may," I said. Becky reached up and grabbed Jamie and they kissed
each other hard for a minute. Finally Jamie pulled away and said, "I
love kissing you Becky, but now I need my ass fucked. Please, sir,
please fuck me now." She pushed herself back up so that their nipples
were just touching, and I started stroking in and out. With each
stroke her nipples ran up and across Becky's and then back, exciting
both of them.

In no time at all I was moving quickly in and out of Jamie's
ass. Jamie started to cum just moments before I knew I could not hold
out any longer. I did manage to hold out until she was done, then I
said, "Kiss her, Becky!" and pushed Jamie down onto Becky. I fucked
her hard, and Becky held and kissed Jamie as I came hard into her ass.

After I got my breath back I carefully rolled us over so that I was
lying on my side, Jamie in front of me, her ass still clamped around
my cock, and Becky in front of her. "Welcome to our family, Jamie," I
whispered in her ear. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Becky told her.

Jamie started crying again as we both kissed her lightly. "I love both
of you! I am so happy that I made this decision!"

We kissed for a while longer and then Becky got up and slapped Jamie
on the hip. "Get up you slut! I promised you something, and I keep my
promises!"

Jamie pulled her ass off my cock and said, "First, I have my job to
do!" and she bent down over my cock and popped it into her mouth. She
went, "Mmmmm" as she did it.

Becky meanwhile had moved over to kiss me. "Thank you, sir. That was
perfect. Thank you for giving me a sister slave. I love you."

Jamie popped her mouth off my cock and said, "Becky warned me, so we
used cherry flavored lube. Now it even tastes like a lollipop," and
she dropped back on and finished cleaning me off. When Jamie was done
with my cock, Becky rolled her on top of me and pulled her ass into
the air. She bent over and started licking up the cum that was leaking
out. Jamie was moaning and I pulled her mouth to mine. I love kissing
a woman who is moaning in pleasure.

When Becky was done, she leaned her head on Jamie's ass, smiled at me
and said, "Now you have two willing women, both with mouths, cunts and
asses always ready for your use. Both of us will always have clean,
lubed asses, and I strongly encourage you to use us as often as you
can."

"Every man's dream!" I said. I pulled Jamie onto one side of me (the
left, of course) as Becky lay on my other side. I just lay there
stroking their hair while they both kept their heads on my chest.

The girls had their heads close together, and kept giving each other
little kisses, running their hands up and down each other's body.

"Why didn't you take off these bracelets?" Jamie asked Becky.

"They are not bracelets," Becky explained. "They are a symbol of his
ownership of me."

"What do you mean?" Jamie asked.

"I'll show you," I said. I moved them both off of me and had Becky lie
down. I took her hands and pulled them above her head to the headboard
and threaded the clips through a rail. I then clipped them together so
that she was attached to the headboard.

"See," I said. "This way I can always tie her down when she gets too
big for her britches."

"I'll have you know sir," Becky said indignantly, "that I am not
wearing britches, and because of your rules, I won't wear them in the
future. So there!"

"Well, while this one here was trying to control our every move, you
and I got off very nicely," I told Jamie. "She, however, has yet to
cum, so I think that we will now address that. Jamie, make her cum,
and don't stop until I tell you to."

"Gladly!" Jamie said before she dropped between Becky's legs. While
Jamie was eating Becky, I started kissing Becky and lightly running my
fingers along her body.

"That tickles!" Becky shrieked as I ran my fingers down her side. I
moved my fingers to her nipples, but soon drew them back to her
sides. Becky started squirming and giggling and gasping until she all
of a sudden opened her eyes wide and gasped. "Oh, sir! She's fucking
my ass and my cunt with her fingers!"

"So which feels more intense? What she is doing," I asked as I ran my
fingers down her side again, "or what I am doing?" It was amazing to
see her gasping in pleasure while she giggled at the same time.

"If you don't stop that, sir, I'm going to pee myself!" she screamed.

"Well, it's Jamie who will end up suffering if you do that," I told
her.

Jamie lifted her head and said, "I won't suffer at all. Do it,
sir. Make her piss herself. I promise I'll clean up every drop!" She
then dropped her mouth back down and latched onto Becky's pussy.

'What the hell, ' I thought and ran my fingers up and down again. I
continued tickling her as I bent over and took her nipple in my mouth
and bit down.

"Oh! I'm cumming!" Becky screamed. I would definitely need to
soundproof this place! Becky kept cumming and cumming as I continued
gnawing on her nipples and tickling her as Jamie sucked on her clit
and sawed fingers in and out of her pussy and ass. "Oh no! I'm doing
it!" she screamed as she collapsed onto the bed.

What she was doing was releasing her bladder, and Jamie tried to suck
up every drop of it, as promised. After she was done we both lay down
next to Becky, me on Becky's left, Jamie on her right. This time we
put our heads on her chest, each of us licking one of Becky's
tits. Becky's hands were still bound to the headboard, so she couldn't
do anything about it, except say, "No more! Please no more!"

I looked over Becky at Jamie and kissed her. I could taste the
combination of Becky's pussy juices and her piss. "That was
interesting," I said.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" Becky moaned.

Jamie moved up to her face and asked, "Why? I love drinking your
piss. I hope you do that again!"

"Really?" Becky asked.

"Yup," said Jamie, putting her head back down on Becky's chest. "I had
a boyfriend once that got me into it, and I have missed it since we
broke up."

"Girl, you and I have to sit down real soon and have a talk about your
past sex life," Becky said to Jamie. "It seems that there is a lot
that you never told me about!"

"That should be an interesting discussion," I said.

Jamie looked up at me and said, "Could you get up a minute, sir?" I
did, and Jamie draped herself over Becky so that she was lying
perpendicular over Becky's stomach, with her ass to me.

Jamie looked back to me and said, "Sir, I said that I would get every
drop if you made Becky pee, but I missed a few. Sir, please punish me
for not doing what I said."

Now this was an interesting situation. "How should I punish you?" I
asked.

"Please spank me," she replied.

"Up on your knees," I said. She repositioned herself so she was on her
knees with her head resting on Becky's stomach. She spread her legs so
I could see her abused asshole and her engorged pussy. I bent over and
licked her from her clit to her asshole. She gasped, and then I landed
five fast spanks on her ass. Then, before she could think about it, I
sank my cock into her pussy.

"Oh, sir!" she moaned, and I grabbed her hair and repositioned her
face even with Becky's so that I could watch them kiss as I fucked
Jamie. I reached under and squeezed Jamie's nipples really hard. In no
time she was cumming. I did not want to cum again right then, so I
pulled out. I went around to where they were kissing and I shoved my
cock in between their mouths. The both licked and sucked at my cock
until it was clean.

I reached up and unclipped Becky. She moaned in disappointment when I
did that. I do believe that girl would be happy to be tied up all
day. I herded the girls to the bathroom and started the shower. We all
got in, and it was a tight fit, but I don't think any of us minded the
crowding. If you've never had two wet girls on either side of you,
rubbing their soapy bodies against you, I'd strongly advise that you
go out and do that right now. It is a lot of fun.

After we got out and dried off, I put Becky's cuffs back on and
clipped them in front of her. I told her, "Go get us some snacks and
drinks, wench. Jamie and I will be in bed."

I took Jamie back to bed, and while Becky was out of the room I said,
"Without Becky's evil influence around, I want you to tell me how you
are feeling about this."

Jamie thought for a moment and then said, "I guess there are a lot of
things that I feel. I love you and I love Becky, and I am happy to be
here. I am still afraid of all the things that I told you about
earlier: friends, family, the world. On the other hand, I have never
had as good a sexual experience as I have had tonight, and that part
of my brain is telling me to stop thinking and enjoy it!

"All in all, sir, I am quite happy with my decision. Thank you for
allowing me to do this."

"Thank YOU," I said. "You are very brave, and I am happy that you made
this choice. As for the libidinous part of your brain, let her know
that the night is not over yet!"

Becky came in as Jamie and I were kissing. "Aw, you started without
me," she said.

Jamie looked a little nervous, but I said, "I'm just keeping her warm
for you."

Becky noticed Jamie's nervousness and said, "Jamie, I was just
kidding. Please believe me when I say that I will never be jealous of
what the two of you do together. I was not joking when I said I wanted
you to be my equal in this relationship. Even though I have known him
longer, I don't stake any additional claim on him.

"If I find the two of you going at it without me, it will make me hot,
it will make me wet, and I will be envious of both of you. But I am
completely OK with that. If there are times that you want him to
yourself, you should tell him that and don't worry how I will feel!"

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked with a smile.

Becky dropped to her knees and said, "I'm sorry sir. Please forgive my
impertinence. Of course it is your place to decide to whom and how you
give your pleasure."

"Hey, I was joking!" I said.

"I was not, sir," Becky said. "I did it again, tried controlling
things. I'm sorry, because I should not be usurping your
authority. Please discipline me as I deserve."

"OK," I said, "your discipline is that you must now feed Jamie and me
the snacks that you brought."

"Yes, sir!" Becky said with a smile. Jamie and I lay at the head of
the bed and Becky started feeding us with her bound hands.

After we finished our snacks, I lay down in the bed again with a girl
on either side. They were both playing lightly with my cock, keeping
it mostly hard, while we talked.

"So how are going to work this, logistically?" I asked.

"May I make a suggestion, sir?" Becky asked.

"Of course," I said.

"I think that tomorrow we should go over to Jamie's place, get her
stuff and move her in with us," Becky said.

Jamie started laughing. We both looked at her and she said, "In all
the things I worried about, everything that I put into making this
choice, I never consciously thought about the fact that I would have
to move!"

"Is that a problem for you?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I just find it hilarious that I never even thought
about it."

"So you are OK moving in with us?" Becky asked,

"Absolutely!" she answered.

"Well, much as I like this place, and it's fairly big, we only have
the one bedroom," I said. "That's fine for most of the time, but what
if one of you wants some time to yourself? Or what if you've both worn
me down completely and I need a break. There is nowhere to go."

"Well, all three of us make decent salaries," Becky said, "and we
could easily afford a bigger place. I think we should move Jamie in
here tomorrow, and then start looking for a bigger place next
weekend. You should be able to last till then, right sir?"

"The way you two treat me, I doubt I'll make it through Monday!" I
said. "Is there a reason you don't want to start looking this
weekend?"

"Sure," replied Becky. "I want to spend this weekend in bed!"

"I second that!" Jamie said.

"I changed my mind," I said. "I don't think I'll make it through
Sunday."

"Well if you don't, sir, I'd be happy to take care of Becky for you,"
Jamie said with a smile.

"Mmmmm, I knew there was a reason I needed another woman in this
relationship," Becky said, kissing Jamie over my chest. "They don't
wear out nearly as fast!"

"I seem to recall a certain slut tied down to this bed tonight
yelling, 'Stop, no more!'" I said.

"Well, I'm ready for more now, sir!" Becky replied.

"So am I!" said Jamie.

"Well, it seems that Jamie has been fucked in the cunt and ass
tonight, but Becky hasn't gotten it anywhere yet. Maybe we could
change that," I said.

"Oh, yes sir!" Becky said.

"You get started on yourself, Becky," I said. "Jamie, you come to the
bathroom with me for a minute."

I took Jamie to the bathroom and gave her something I had purchased
earlier in the week. Then I went back to Becky, who had two fingers in
her cunt and another finger on her clit.

I climbed onto her and sank my cock into her pussy. I kissed her and
asked, "Are you enjoying having Jamie with us?"

"Oh, yes sir!" Becky replied. "I know I push you into things, but
thank you for this. Thank you for Jamie. I know that we will both make
you happy!"

I fucked Becky slowly for a very short time, and then I pulled out of
her. "Get up," I said. "I want you to ride me."

I lay down on the bed and Becky straddled me, sinking easily onto my
cock. I pulled her down so that we were kissing. I saw Jamie come back
into the room, so I reached down and spread Becky's ass. Jamie knelt
on the bed between our legs and started licking us. She licked from
where we were connected up to Becky's ass.

"Oh, that girl has her tongue in my ass again!" Becky cried. "I love
that feeling!"

Jamie continued licking Becky as she pumped herself up and down my
cock. I kissed Becky again and said, "You are like a sexy piece of
meat."

"A piece of meat?" she asked.

"Yup," I told her. "You make such a lovely sandwich filling."

And with that, Jamie pushed the strap on dildo that she was wearing
right up Becky's ass.

"Oh my god!" screamed Becky. Though I am agnostic, given the feelings
that it was producing on my cock, I had to agree with the
sentiment. Jamie sank the dildo all the way into Becky, and then just
stopped. Doing so had pushed Becky deep onto my cock, so she was
completely filled up.

I was looking right into her face, and she looked like a fish out of
water, her mouth kept opening and closing but no breath or sound was
coming out of it. Finally she said, "Oh, you evil, evil
people. Please. Please. Please fuck me." And we did.

Jamie started pumping in and out in regular strokes. I alternated
strokes, so that sometimes I was on the opposite stroke from Jamie,
and other times we were together, ensuring Becky never knew when she
would be completely filled.

Becky started cumming almost from the first stroke, and she did not
stop. She was almost delirious, moaning and talking and begging,
saying, "Fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy. Make me come. Make me yours. Fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me," and other words to that affect. When Jamie
reached around and started pulling on Becky's nipples she went into
the stratosphere. She began bucking between us. She jerked and moaned
and finally screamed, "I can't take any more. I give up! Please stop!
Please!"

We tormented her for another minute, but I finally gave Jamie the
signal to pull out of her. When she got off of Becky's back, Becky
pulled herself off my hard cock and threw herself on the bed beside
me. "I'm sorry I doubted you," she mumbled to me. We watched her get a
little of her breath back and then she said, "Please Jamie, please
finish him for us. I can't do it."

Jamie was only too happy to oblige. She pulled the harness off and
climbed up on me. I kissed her and we slowly made love as Becky lay on
the side of us, exhausted. About ten minutes later we were both ready,
so Jamie sped up and soon I was cumming in her pussy. Jamie gave me a
kiss, then climbed down my body until my cock was in her mouth. She
cleaned me off, then came up and lay down on the bed next to me. I
grabbed both of them and snuggled them to me. As I drifted off to
sleep, my last thought was that we would need a bigger bed.


*Saturday - Day 15*

I woke up slowly, unable to figure out what was wrong. It took me a
couple of seconds to realize the problem was that I was not getting a
blowjob. A few weeks ago I'd have been happy getting a blowjob a
couple of times a month. Now I was surprised if I woke up and I wasn't
getting one. Go figure.

Becky and Jamie were still lying snuggled against me, their heads
together on my chest, whispering to each other. They were talking
about last night. I had clearly missed part of the conversation, but I
started listening in without letting them know I was awake.

"So do you really think you will like this arrangement?" Becky was
asking.

"I really think I will," Jamie said. "I'm not sure where we will put
all my stuff, but I think we can fit enough in until we find another
place."

"I still don't know what I will tell my family," said Becky. "I
remember that I gave him a pair of Christine's panties, and he said
for a man who doesn't allow his women to wear panties, he was building
quite a collection. I suggested that he frame them and hang them down
the hallway, and he asked what my mother would say when she came to
visit.

"I laughed it off then, but what you said last night got me thinking
about how I will break this to them. And when people realize that
you've moved in with us... well let's just say we are going to have an
interesting conversation with Jill!"

"That's a fact!" whispered Jamie. "That girl will not understand."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Becky said. "I had lunch with her
and she seemed to accept that I was happy as I was. I think it won't
be toooo far a stretch to get her to understand you. When she does,
though, I think we should invite her to dinner, put two places at the
table, and you and I should serve dinner in little French maid
outfits."

"I would definitely put him in Kevlar if we do that!" Jamie
laughed. "She will go ballistic!"

They were quiet for a few minutes, and my dick started getting bigger,
thinking of both of them in French maid costumes.

"Jamie, I need to ask you a question," Becky said.

"Sure, what?" Jamie asked.

"Did you really like drinking my piss last night?" Becky asked.

"Yes," answered Jamie. "I know it's weird and a bit of a kinky thing,
but like I said, I had this boyfriend that was REALLY into it, and he
always wanted me to piss on him and he wanted to piss on me. He had
rubber sheets, and he loved giving me a ton of beer and then latching
onto my pussy. He would lick me all night and suck down my piss
whenever I had to go.

"He used to piss on me too, and I tried drinking it and found I didn't
mind it. Eventually, I actually started to like it. It makes me really
wet when I drink it."

"OK," said Becky in a small voice, "then I need to ask you a favor."

"Sure, what?" asked Jamie curiously.

"I don't like to drink piss," Becky explained, "which will make this
request seem even more bizarre, but would it be OK with you if I am
the only one that drinks his piss. I promise you can have as much of
mine as you want. I will piss on you morning, noon and night. I don't
care if he pisses all over you too. But let me be the one who drinks
it."

"Why would you want that if you don't even like to do it?" Jamie
asked.

"It will sound weird," Becky explained, "but it is to put me in my
place. You know how sometimes I am very bossy."

"Sometimes? Hah! Do you mean like last night?" Jamie asked.

"Yes," said Becky, "exactly like that. Sometime I make it seem like I
am in control. I get him to do things. Well I want something that he
will do and enjoy which I don't like. Something that will only give me
pleasure because it gives him pleasure. Something that he does just
for his own pleasure. Do you understand?"

Jamie moved to kiss Becky. "I understand completely my sister slave. I
would be happy to give you this. Of course, you owe me a favor now,
and you can be sure I will take it out of your body."

"Any time!" said Becky, and they started kissing intensely.

For a few minutes I thought that they would completely forget about me
as they got into themselves, but then they separated and lay back down
on me.

"So what is the deal with you and Christine?" Jamie asked.

Becky sighed and said, "I don't know. I took a hard line with her and
told her she could be my slave or my friend, and I guess she chose to
be my friend. She didn't tell me that, but she has made no move to be
my slave."

"Maybe she needs more time to think?" Jamie suggested. "Lord knows I
needed all the time I took."

"How would you feel if she accepts?" Becky asked. "Before it was just
me and him, and he was OK with it. Are you going to be OK with it?"

"Well, it will certainly be more crowded," Jamie said. "Where will she
sleep, for goodness sake?"

"At the foot on the bed in a little doggy bed?" Becky said, with a
giggle in her voice.

"Oooo, I'm glad I'm to be his slave and not yours," Jamie retorted.

They were quiet for a while then, and I felt someone start to play
with my dick. "Did you ever manage to get him in your throat?" Jamie
asked.

"Not yet," Becky said, "but I'm still trying."

"Mind if I give it a try?" asked Jamie.

"Go for it!" said Becky. "It's about time he got his lazy ass up and
gave us both a good shag!"

Jamie laughed as she engulfed my cock in her mouth. She popped off for
a second and said, "And how are we going to decide who gets to blow
him each morning?"

"We'll figure it out," Jamie said. "Maybe the poor man will have to
suffer through two blowjobs. Now get to work, you slut! And if he cums
in your mouth, be sure to save some for me!"

I felt Jamie licking all around my cock, getting it very wet. As she
slipped it back in her mouth Becky licked and kissed my ear. "I know
you are awake sir. It's time for you to pleasure your slave girls."

"Ummm, I thought my slave girls were supposed to pleasure me," I
responded.

"That would be true, sir," Becky countered, "except that I know very
well you get as much pleasure giving as receiving."

"You've got me there!" I said. "Now lets see what I can do about
pleasuring you! Sit on my face and go help Jamie."

"You know I haven't cleaned up yet this morning, sir," Becky told me.

"So you have a nasty, dirty little cunt?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"It fits you then," I told her, "because you can BE such a dirty,
nasty little cunt as well. Now climb up and let me clean out your
beautiful pussy while you go and help the girl you picked out to
pleasure your boyfriend suck my cock."

"Well, when you put it that way sir," she said, "I guess I am a dirty
nasty cunt. And I am quite happy that you like me that way."

She climbed on and I licked her up and down. When I had her cunt clean
but dripping, I pulled her down further so that I could spear my
tongue into her asshole.

"Oh, Jamie," I heard her say, "The bad man has his tongue in my
asshole and there is nothing I can do about it!"

"Oh yes there is," Jamie said. She stopped sucking my cock and
straddled me, facing my feet. She hovered over me, and Becky
positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She dropped down,
surrounding me with her warm wetness. To Becky she continued, "If he
has his tongue in your ass, it's only fair that you put your tongue in
mine!"

She leaned over my legs and started licking them, and then began
moaning as Becky followed her instructions. Between my cock pistoning
into her pussy and Becky's tongue rimming her ass, Jamie was soon
exploding. After her first cum, she started moving slowly all the way
up and down my cock.

I went back to sucking on Becky's pussy and clit while Becky began
licking off as much of the juices as possible each time Jamie went on
an upstroke.

"Here's what is going to happen now, ladies," I said.

"Yes, sir?" both of them said. Becky followed up and said, "And we are
not ladies, we're sluts!"

"OK, my little sluts," I said. "In just a few minutes I am going to
cum. Before I do, I want you to pull off of my cock, Jamie. Then I
want Becky to jerk me till I cum on Jamie's pussy and ass. Then it
will be your job, Becky to lick up all my spunk, but you may not
swallow it. Instead, you will give it to Jamie to swallow. Do you
think you can follow those instructions?"

"Yes, sir!" said Becky excitedly. "And do you think that you could
fuck my ass with your fingers while you are eating me, sir?" Now there
was a request I did not mind fulfilling. I continued to eat Becky and
finger her ass, and I managed to get her off before I came, though not
by much.

As Becky was coming down from her orgasm I pulled my head out from
between her legs and said, "Pull off of me, Jamie!" She slowly pulled
off and Becky grabbed me in her hand. She licked the head of my cock
as she jerked me, and I cried, "Here I cum!" My balls must have been
working overtime all night, because she pulled on my cock and I
spurted all over Jamie's ass and pussy. I couldn't believe how much I
came, but it made a very pretty picture.

Amazingly, Jamie came when my cum started hitting her ass. I knew this
because I could see the lips of her pussy contracting, and she
squirted an amazing amount of fluid. In fact, I wish I had a
high-speed camera targeted on us, because I bet it would have shown
our cum intermingling in the air. It was so hot it made me cum even
harder.

When I was done, Becky bobbed her head down and slurped up my cock and
cleaned it off. Then she went to work on Jamie's ass, licking up all
my cum. Then she moved down, and though she was supposed to be licking
my cum up, it she looked like she was trying to lick up all Jamie's
juices as well. She was trying not to swallow as she licked, and my
cum kept running out of her mouth back onto Jamie, which I found very
hot.

When she was done, she pulled Jamie back up so that her head was
resting on my chest. She then put her mouth over Jamie's mouth and I
watched as she dripped my cum into Jamie's mouth. She then attacked
Jamie with her tongue and lips, trying to get as much of my cum back
as she could, now that she had completed the assignment.

Jamie flipped over and snuggled into my side, kissing my lips and
cheek, and Becky did the same. "So, are we good at following your
orders, sir?" Jamie asked.

"Excellent!" I declared. "I've got some more fantasies that you two
are going to fulfill, but at the rate you're going, I'll run out very
soon."

"Don't worry, sir," Becky said. "It'll take a long time for me to run
out of ideas, and I just know that Jamie has some evil ideas for your
body as well!"

"You know it!" Jamie agreed.

"OK, ready to obey my next order?" I asked them.

"Yes, sir!" they both replied.

I got off the bed and rummaged through our box. I pulled out the cuffs
and asked Jamie to give me her arms. I put the cuffs on her wrists and
attached Jamie to the headboard.

"I am going to get us all breakfast now," I told them. "Becky, your
job is to lick every inch of Jamie's body. If you don't make her cum
at least two times before I am done with breakfast you will have to
walk around with the largest butt plug you have all day!"

"Mmmmm," Becky said, "Now I can't decide which I want more, to make
Jamie cum twice or to get that delicious punishment!"

"Well keep in mind that if you have a butt plug in, you cannot get
fucked up the ass," I told her.

"Two cums for Jamie it is!" Becky said. She lay down on top of Jamie,
tit-to-tit and started kissing and licking her face. I went to the
kitchen to make breakfast.

I took my time, and I heard Jamie cum more than twice. It was good to
hear how Becky threw herself into her assignment. When I returned to
the bedroom carrying the breakfast items I saw that Jamie was still
tied down, breathing heavily. Becky had her head on Jamie's chest and
was running a finger lightly through a little puddle of fluid that had
gathered on Jamie's stomach.

"Sir, I know how much you love the taste of Jamie, so I saved as much
of her cum for you as I could," Becky told me. I bent down and ran my
tongue through the puddle, and it was almost as delicious as when it
was fresh.

When I had cleaned her stomach with my tongue, I reached up and
unclipped Jamie. "Breakfast is served," I told them.

"Can I go clean myself off?" Jamie asked. "I'm a sweaty mess."

Becky snorted, so I told her, "Becky, why don't you tell her what you
think my answer will be."

"You're out of luck, Jamie," Becky said. "He likes to keep his sluts
dirty for as long as he can. He will enjoy eating breakfast looking at
your nasty body, covered in all sorts of fluids."

"OK, then," Jamie responded. "I don't mind being covered in your
fluids."

I reached over and kissed Jamie, then I kissed Becky, and then I
handed out the food. We sat on the bed and ate quietly while I watched
my two naked slave girls. All right, they weren't actually my slaves
yet, but I had no doubt about Becky, and Jamie certainly seemed to be
leaning in that direction.

When I was done eating I leaned back on the bed and surveyed my
surroundings. Life was certainly good. When both of my women were done
eating I said, "Let's go people. We have lots to do today. You wenches
clean up this breakfast and then come to the bathroom to get cleaned
up."

I went to the bathroom and started the shower. Becky and Jamie came in
and Becky sat down on the toilet and peed. She was reaching for the
toilet paper when Jamie said, "Let me," and she bent over and pulled
Becky forward on the toilet. She licked all around Becky's pussy and
got every drop of piss she could find. Of course, other fluids quickly
replaced them, but I dragged Jamie off Becky and got Becky into the
shower.

Jamie took her turn on the toilet, and with me watching she stuck her
hand right into her stream. She then lifted her hand to her mouth and
licked the pee off, looking into my eyes the whole time. I began to
realize that this one would most likely be as much a handful as Becky
was.

I got into the shower and Jamie followed me in. Three in this shower
was certainly tight. A larger shower would definitely be something to
look for when searching for a new place.

I was sandwiched between my women and they began to wash me. I turned
so that my front was to Jamie and I enjoyed their hands up and down my
body. They were both bent over and washing my legs when I said, "Damn,
now I remember what I forgot to do!" Jamie looked up at me
questioningly just as I started pissing on her body. She got a big
smile on her face as she grabbed my cock and started playing the
stream onto her body, but I noticed that she kept her mouth tightly
closed.

I cut off my stream (which was damn hard to do!) and turned around. I
grabbed Becky by the hair as I started spraying her body with my
piss. I then pulled her head by her hair until my cock was in her
mouth, and I watched as she swallowed everything that I had left.

When I was done, she pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "That was
so disgusting, sir. Thank you very much for treating me as you want!"
I pulled her up and kissed her as Jamie wrapped her arms around both
of us. I washed both of them and then we got out.

After the shower Becky informed me that she and Jamie needed to clean
themselves out. As I am not really into enemas, I left, but not before
instructing them on proper protocol. "Jamie, I want you to give Becky
her enema, and Becky, you do the same for Jamie. You want to be sister
slaves, you can help each other out with everything."

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Becky told me. Jamie just wrapped her arms
around my neck and gave me a big kiss.

"I'm going to do some things on the computer, so when you are done,
get dressed and we'll head over to Jamie's place," I instructed them.

I went out checked my e-mail and straightened out the kitchen. When
they were all ready my two wenches came out. They were both dressed in
the same clothes as last night. "What's up with the clothes?" I asked.

"Well Jamie doesn't have any other clothes over here yet, and I need
to match her," Becky explained.

"You always need to match?" I asked them.

"Only in public, sir," Jamie told me. "Whenever we go out, we are
going to be like decorative bookends. We want everyone to know that we
both belong to you!" I could feel my ego growing again.

"I think you are missing one thing," I told them. I went to the
bedroom and when I returned, I put the dog collar onto Becky.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered as I attached it to her neck. I took
the nicer collar and put it on Jamie.

"I will tell you the same thing that I told Becky," I said to
Jamie. "This is only a temporary collar. If you decide to become my
slave, I will collar you for real."

I stepped back and looked at my two soon-to-be slaves. Jamie was in
her blue sweater dress, with cuffs and a collar. Becky was in red,
also with cuffs and a collar. I got hard just looking at them. I took
their arms and we walked out the door.

Walking down the hallway we passed our neighbor, a slightly older,
albeit nicely put together woman, named Peg. We smiled hello, and she
smiled back, but muttered something under her breath. I could swear it
was, "I don't know how they look so good on so little sleep." It made
me realize that she probably heard everything that went on in our
apartment. I was glad she hadn't called the cops and reported a murder
in progress.

We walked over to Jamie's apartment and I loved the stares that we got
 from the people we passed. When we got into Jamie's place, she started
looking around. "Are we really going to move soon, sir?" she asked me.

"I think that we should stay where we are until both trial periods are
over, but then I think it only makes sense," I said. "Three of us
living together will cramp our current place."

"Maybe four," Becky said.

"What?" I asked.

"Maybe four of us living together," Becky explained. "I haven't given
up on Christine yet."

"OK, then," Jamie said, "I'm only going to bring over the things that
I need, and I'll keep the rest of my stuff here until we find a place
together." She shook herself a little and said, "I can't believe that
I am talking about how I am going to be getting a new place with my
best friend and our master!"

"I know," Becky agreed. "It is so weird and so fabulous." She went
over and gave Jamie a hug and kiss. The kiss started to get intense,
and I had to break them up.

"If you girls go at it all the time, we'll never get this finished!" I
said. "And one other thing. If you will be keeping this place as long
as we have our apartment, then the same rules apply here as do there."

Becky said, "Yes, sir!" and pulled her dress off, followed quickly by
Jamie.

Jamie then went over to the windows to close the drapes, but I said,
"Leave them open, I like the light."

"But sir," Jamie complained, "there are apartments right across the
street. They can see in."

"Well maybe I like showing off my wenches!" I told her. "If you don't
like the show you are putting on now, think about how you will feel
when I drag a chair in front of the window and redden your ass while
they are all watching."

"I'm sorry, sir," Jamie said contritely.

"That's OK," I said. "Now tell me what you are planning to take with
you." Jamie made a small pile of items from the living room and
kitchen, but most of the stuff would stay.

We then went into the bedroom, where Jamie and Becky started going
through the clothes. "You can forget about bringing your underwear or
pants," Becky told her.

"I guess that greatly reduces my wardrobe," Jamie said.

"But just think, now we have to go shopping!" Becky said excitedly.

Jamie pulled most of her clothes out and the two women went through
them. Some Becky would not let her take, saying, "Not sexy enough."
They also went through Jamie's intimate apparel. They didn't bother
with any panties, except for a thong that I liked and pair of
crotch-less panties I thought we might be able to use.

I also found a very sheer black mesh top. It was just long enough to
cover her ass. I had her try it on, and you could see everything
through it. "You can take this as something to wear in the house," I
told Jamie.

"That only gives her one outfit for the house, and I have two," Becky
said.

"On your first day you had none, so stop complaining!" I told her.

The two women quickly packed a few suitcases worth of clothes, shoes
and toiletries and we stacked them by the door. In the end, it looked
like we could fit it all into one cab.

"Is that everything?" I asked.

"Well, I may need to come back occasionally for some things, but yes,
I think that is all I'll need," Jamie said.

"There is one more thing before we go," I told her. "You've said that
you have liked me for a long time. Well I have to admit that I have
had a recurring fantasy, one that I've even jerked off to a number of
times. I imagined coming over to talk to you about something and
ending up in bed with the beautiful Jamie.

"And now I can do it. Now I will do it. So I am going to take you into
your bed and fuck the living daylights out of you. Becky, come here."

Becky came over to me and I clipped her hands together. Then I took
the leash I had brought and attached it to her collar, and pulled her
to the couch. I clipped the leash to a table near the couch and I told
her, "You I want to sit right here. While I am in there with Jamie, I
want you to be thinking about how your boyfriend is in the next room
fucking the hell out of your best friend, while you are tied down like
a dog out here."

I went over to Jamie and gave her the dress. "I want you to put this
on," I told her as I took off her collar and cuffs. "This fantasy is
not about me fucking my slave. This is about me fucking my
girlfriend's best friend behind her back."

I leaned over the couch and kissed Becky's neck and whispered, "Don't
forget, if you play with yourself all the neighbors will see!" She
groaned as I took Jamie by the hand and went to the bedroom. I left
the door open and I pushed Jamie against the wall and kissed her hard.

"I know this is wrong," I said loudly. "I know that you are my
girlfriend's best friend. But you are so beautiful, so sexy. I've
wanted you for so long." I kissed her hard again and her arms came up
and wrapped around my neck.

"We can't," Jamie said, breaking her lips away from mine. "Becky is my
best friend. I love her. I am soooo attracted to you. If you weren't
dating my best friend I promise you, you could have me any way you
wanted. But it wouldn't be right!"

"Becky is out of town today," I said, kissing her again. "This could
be a one time thing. She doesn't have to know! She won't find out!"

"But it's not right!" Jamie cried, as she continued to kiss me. As we
kissed quietly, I heard a wet squishy noise from the next room,
accompanied by a quiet moan. I reached up and squeezed Jamie's nipple
gently through her dress.

"Noooo!" Jamie moaned. "Don't do that. You don't understand! I lose
control when someone does that." I pressed my advantage by slipping my
hand into the top of her dress and pinching her nipple hard.

"OOOhhhhh!" Jamie screamed. "I'm going to hell for this, but I need to
see your cock!" She dropped to her knees and pulled my pants
down. "Oh, its even bigger than I imagined!" she said before she
swallowed my cock. I let her continue for a few minutes, with my ego
growing again. She seemed to be more excited then ever before.

Finally I pulled her up, removing her dress at the same time. I pushed
her against the wall and kissed her again before stepping back and
looking at her. "You are exactly as I pictured you! I've thought about
you naked a lot!"

I pulled the rest of my clothes off and picked her up. She wrapped her
legs around my waist, gluing her lips to mine as I carried her to the
bed. I fell over the bed with her legs still attached around my waist,
my cock slapping her ass. I pushed her back down and maneuvered my
cock to her opening. I grabbed her tits, squeezed hard and said
loudly, "If we continue, I'll be cheating on my girlfriend and you'll
be betraying your best friend, all for a fabulous fuck. Shall we
continue?"

"If she's really my best friend," Jamie panted, "she'll understand how
much I need this fuck. Now fuck me!" she cried and she slammed her
pussy over my cock. I was not gentle with her. I slammed into her over
and over again, and she started cumming over and over again. If I'd
had any hair on my cock, it would have been soaked.

I started getting closer and she yelled, "Please, don't cum in me. Cum
on me. Cum on my face. Cum on my tits. Cum on my pussy. Cum everywhere
on my body!" I pulled out and I painted her from chin to pussy with my
cum, as I could see her cumming again.

"You know that I have to tell Becky about this," Jamie said.

"Yes, I know. I have to tell her too," I said.

"She's a lucky girl!" Jamie said, rubbing my cum into her skin.

After catching our breaths a little, we got up and went to check on
Becky. We sat down on either side of Becky. "Oh god, that was so hot!"
she said, grabbing my head and kissing me. I could smell her pussy on
her hands.

She then turned to Jamie and kissed her, then licked some of my cum
off her chest. She told Jamie, "I wish that I would have felt this way
before, so I could have shared him with you!"

"Did the neighbors get a good show?" I asked.

"Oh man, I must have cum ten times! That wasn't a fantasy of mine, but
I could tell it was really both of yours. I'm so glad that you could
both live it out!"

I unclipped Becky and removed the leash. I made the girls get dressed
without cleaning my and their cum off themselves and we took Jamie's
bags and got a cab back to our apartment.

+++++

When we got to the apartment, both girls immediately stripped. "Becky,
wear your white skirt, and Jamie, you wear the mesh shirt," I told
them. Becky went to get the skirt and Jamie dug the shirt out of her
bags. When they were clothed to my satisfaction, we went to the
bedroom and started rearranging drawers and closet space. I gave up a
lot of my space, and Becky pulled out a lot her clothes.

"Most of these I won't wear anymore," said Becky, pointing to the pile
of pants and unflattering dresses. By the time she was done
demolishing her wardrobe there was plenty of space for Jamie's
stuff. As Becky and Jamie finished putting everything away, I went to
the kitchen and got a bottle of champagne and three glasses.

I called the girls into the kitchen and gave them the glasses. "To our
new roommate," I toasted and we all drank.

Jamie raised her glass and said, "To the two people I love, who took
me in and made me part of their family. To you, sir; and to you,
Becky. I will be the best damn slave you have ever seen, and I will
make sure you don't regret inviting me into your life!" We drank to
that as well.

Finally Becky raised her glass and said, "To you Jamie. You know I
want this. You know I love you. I know I may have browbeaten you into
this a little, but I know that you will love it. Thank you for
agreeing to be my sister slave.

"And to you, sir. I know you will be the best master in the
world. Here is to the moment that I kneel before you and become your
property."

After that we sat around for a while discussing more of the logistics:
who gets the bathroom when, where things go, who sleeps on which
side. We decided to order a king size bed to accommodate all of
us. Becky argued against it, saying she'd rather be squished together
with all of us, but Jamie and I convinced her that some of the
acrobatics that Becky kept insisting on would work better in a bigger
bed.

I leaned back and looked at the two beauties in front of me laughing
and looking so sexy in their little outfits, and it gave me a very
warm feeling. After a few minutes, Jamie looked up at me and asked,
"What is that look?"

"I'm feeling somewhat masterful," I told her. "Come with me, Jamie."

I took her to the living room and had her sit down on the
couch. "Strip," I told her. She pulled off the shirt and sat back
down. "Now make yourself cum," I instructed her.

"What?" she asked.

"Diddle yourself. Jill off. Play with your monkey. I want you to
masturbate until you cum, and then I want you to keep doing it until I
tell you to stop."

"Yes, sir," Jamie said, looking uncomfortable.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't feel
self-conscious. Think about it as pleasing me. Think about how good it
makes me feel to see you running your hands all over yourself. How
much it turns me on to see you cumming. How hard you are going to make
me. How much I am going to want to fuck you."

As I was whispering to her, Jamie started breathing heavily and
running her hands up and down her body. I kept whispering things like
that to her as she started playing with herself for real. Then I stood
up and started circling around her, running my fingers over her as
well. I went behind the couch and brushed her temples with my fingers,
slid them over her ears, then down and around her nipples.

I went back around the front of the couch and licked her knees as I
ran my fingers over her calves. I went back around her and knelt
behind her, whispering in her ear again as I cupped her breasts. "Do
you like having me in control of you?"

"Oh, yes!" she said.

"Will you do whatever I want," I asked in the same whisper?

"Yes, I will do anything for you!" she said, getting closer and closer
to her orgasm.

"Will you let me stand over you and spray cum over your body?" I
asked.

"Yes!" she screamed, falling into her orgasm.

"And will you let me take pictures of you covered in cum?" I asked.

"Yeeeeessssss!" she screamed as she jammed three fingers up her cunt
and locked up completely. She stayed rigid for about thirty seconds
before she relaxed enough to drop her ass back onto the couch.

"Becky," I called from my position behind Jamie.

"Yes, sir?" Becky answered from her vantage point in the kitchen where
she had been watching the whole thing.

"Jamie seems to have made a big mess on her legs and on her pussy and
ass. Please come clean it up," I ordered.

"Yes, sir!" she said eagerly, and she practically ran to sit between
Jamie's legs. She started licking Jamie's thighs and the cheeks of her
ass before diving into her pussy.

As she started taking Jamie towards orgasm again, I said to Jamie,
"I'm going to ask you a question, my little slave-to-be, and I want
you to answer honestly, OK?"

"OK, sir," she panted at me.

"Are you a little cum slut?" I asked.

"What do you mean, sir?" she asked, surprised.

"You know very well what I mean, and I want you to answer me," I told
her.

She bit her lip, moaned as Becky inserted another finger into her, and
said, "Yes, sir, it's true. I am a cum slut!"

"What does that mean to you?" I asked her.

"It means that I love cum," she said. "I love it in my pussy, and now
in my ass. I love it in my mouth. But most of all, I love it spattered
all over my body. This morning when you came on my ass, I came when I
felt your cum on me. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to be
receptacle for all of your cum, sir!"

"Did it embarrass you to say that?" I asked.

"A little, sir," she said.

"Well I want you to learn something from this," I told her. "Because
you told me what you like, I will make every effort to fulfill your
fantasies. I will cum on you whenever I can. And if there is anything
else that you find that turns you on, I expect you to tell me that as
well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" she said, rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Do you want to know something that turns me on?" I asked her.

"Oh, yes sir!" Jamie said. "Please tell me so that I can help fulfill
your fantasies!"

"Well, it turns out I am somewhat of a voyeur," I told her. "I like to
watch girls when they are not thinking about me watching
them. Especially little slave sluts. And that is why there is a camera
in this room, and has been for the last two weeks. It is right there,
and anything that has happened in this room in that time I have caught
on film. Including you getting yourself off for me." With that, I
squeezed her breasts hard as Becky stuck a finger right up her
ass. Jamie came hard, squirting Becky's face as much as I do when I am
cumming.

As Jamie came down, Becky climbed up and straddled her lap. "You made
such a mess," she told Jamie. "Now you have to clean it up." She
kissed Jamie, and Jamie started licking off her face. From my vantage
behind the couch, I grabbed Becky by the collar that she was still
wearing and pulled her to me.

"I want to taste some too," I told her, and I started licking off her
face as well. Meanwhile, her breasts were perfectly placed in front of
Jamie's mouth, as Becky discovered when Jamie took a nipple into her
mouth. I pulled Becky further up by the collar and I whispered in her
ear, "I love having a collar on you, so I can control your every
movement." Becky shuddered, and I said louder, "Jamie, be a doll and
shove two of your finger's up this slut's cunt."

I pulled Becky even harder by the collar and kissed her deeply,
fucking her mouth with my tongue, while Jamie obeyed my order and
fucked Jamie's cunt with her fingers. I pulled Becky's ear back to my
mouth and said, "Imagine this same scenario, only with Christine
behind you, her tongue buried in your hot asshole." With a cry, Becky
came.

I let Becky down and Jamie wrapped her arms around her. I came around
the couch and sat next to Jamie and pulled Becky onto my lap, holding
her as I would a baby. Jamie leaned her head on my shoulder and we
just sat there for a long time, each of us contemplating our own
thoughts.

Eventually I asked, "Who wants to go out to dinner?"

Becky groaned and said, "Of course I will if you want to sir, but
can't we just order in?"

"OK, we'll order in," I told them, "but Jamie will answer the door and
ask the delivery boy to put the food on the table while you lie here
on the couch."

Jamie looked like she wasn't sure about that, but Becky said, "I would
let myself be seen naked in Times Square on New Year's eve if I didn't
have to get out of your arms."

I bent over and kissed her. "You are going to have to get up soon
anyway, because I need to take a leak."

"Mmmmm," Becky moaned sleepily, "just let Jamie bend over and go in
her mouth. She'd love it."

I looked at Jamie questioningly, and she said, "I thought you said you
wanted to be the only one who swallows his piss?"

"I'll make an exception if you guys let me stay here feeling so loved
for a little longer," Becky responded.

Jamie got a big smile on her face and looked at me shyly. I nodded and
she got off the couch and between my legs. I had to lift Becky up
higher so that Jamie could open my pants. I couldn't see her, but I
felt her take my cock out and wrap her mouth around it. I had to think
of other things so that my cock stayed flaccid enough to allow me to
piss.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Jamie just nodded (I assumed, from how it felt on my cock) and said
"Mmm-hmmm."

Becky snuggled up close to my ear and whispered, "Do it. Piss in your
slave's mouth and make her happy." I released the stream as slowly as
I could, and I could feel Jamie's mouth swallowing around my cock. I
continued pissing until I was done, and Jamie had gotten every drop.

After I was done, Jamie did not release my cock. She kept licking and
sucking on it until I was hard. Becky, still snuggled in my arms,
murmured, "The greedy slut is sucking you off isn't she?"

"Yes," I told her.

"You should give her a mouthful of cum. She deserves it," Becky said,
kissing my ear. I agreed that she deserved it, but I thought she
deserved more.

As I got close, I told Jamie, "You can't have my cum in your mouth."
Jamie slowed down sucking me, ready to take my cock out of her
mouth. "I want to see my cum all over your face," I told her. Jamie
groaned around my cock and started slamming her face on my cock. When
I got close I told her and she pulled her mouth off of me and started
jerking my cock hard. Soon I was spraying her face and tits with my
cum.

When I was done she cleaned my cock off with her mouth and tucked me
back in my pants. Then she got back onto the couch sitting next to
me. She looked so sexy with cum dripping from her face. "I don't want
you to wipe your face until I tell you to, OK?" I told Jamie.

"Yes, sir!" she said happily.

"Go order 2 pizzas," I told her. She went and ordered them and then
came back to the couch. I kissed her on her lips and said, "Put your
shirt back on." She slipped it over her head, and it smeared some of
the cum on her face and tits. I told her to get up, and stood up and
laid the now sleeping Becky onto the couch. I put her feet facing the
door, and I lifted her skirt up so that anyone could see her bare
pussy.

When Becky was positioned, I went over to Jamie and artfully rubbed
the cum onto her face so that it didn't look too much like a scene out
of 'There's Something About Mary, ' but you could still tell that her
face had been cum on. I kissed her again and gave her money for the
food. You stay here and call me after the delivery guy has left. I
went to the bedroom and lay down for a few minutes.

In about twenty minutes I heard the doorbell ring and Jamie move to
get it. I could hear her leading someone through the apartment, and
then I heard the front door close. Jamie came into the bedroom and she
was completely red. "Sir, the pizza is here. And sir, is it OK if I
make myself cum now?"

"Absolutely not," I told her. "That is my privilege." I then laid her
on the bed and started licking her asshole while pinching her clit. In
about ten seconds she was cumming, leaking fluids all over my face. I
moved up her and kissed her deeply, mixing her cum on my face with my
cum on hers.

We then got up and I went over and kissed Becky awake. "Mmmmm," she
moaned, "you taste like Jamie."

"Delicious, isn't it?" I asked.

"Absolutely!" she said.

As we ate our food, Jamie said, "You missed the pizza delivery guy,
Becky, but he certainly did not miss you!"

"I hope he enjoyed it," she said with a smile.

"Oh, he did!" Jamie said. "So did that neighbor we saw in the
hall. She looked in and saw me in this outfit and Becky on the
couch. She shook her head and went back to her apartment."

"Mmmmm, I wonder if we will have trouble with her?" I asked.

"I'll talk to her," said Becky. "We've always gotten along."

After dinner we went back to the living room to watch a little TV. I
said, "I don't know about you guys, but it's been a long day for me,
and I want to get in bed and snuggle with two beautiful women. Care to
join me?"

"Yes, sir!" they both said, and we went to bed. I got undressed,
climbed into bed between them, and pulled them onto me. I kissed each
of them, and they kissed each other, and then we drifted off to sleep.