Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 6

*Thursday - Day 6*

I woke up to a nice feeling on my cock on Thursday morning, but it was
not Becky's tongue, it was a warm washcloth. Becky saw that I was
awake and said, "I'm sorry, sir, bit it was left a real mess from last
night, and I just thought I would clean it first."

"That's fine," I said, "but come up here when you are done with the
cleaning."

After she was done, moved up on top of me, and I started kissing her
and making out with her. I enjoyed it for a while and said, "No blow
job is necessary, this morning. Kissing you is enough."

"But, sir," she said, "When I don't give you a blow job in bed I miss
the taste of your cum in my mouth all morning long. If you don't mind,
sir, I would love to have you cum in my mouth!"

"The things I have to do for you," I sighed. "Fine, you can blow me,
but it had better be a good job!"

She smiled mischievously at me and asked, "When is it ever not?" as
she sank my cock into her mouth. And she was right; I could remember a
bad blow job from her. She sucked and licked for about fifteen
minutes, slowing down every time I felt like I was going to come,
until finally she took me deep in her mouth and sucked hard while
moving her tongue around until I came in her mouth.

Now I don't know about you, but I am always torn when getting a blow
job. On the one hand, I want it to feel amazing and hard from start to
finish. On the other hand, I want it to last for a really long time,
something that is just not possible when I am getting a world class
blow job. So in some respects, it drove me crazy when Becky slowed
down every few minutes, yet it prolonged the pleasure so I was happy
about it. In any event, I let Becky drive, and she made me explode.

Afterwards I kissed her and she went off to work, as I went to mine.

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When I got home from work, I was reminded of a joke I had seen out of
the fifties. Becky greeted me at the door wearing only the apron, with
a drink in her hand and a smile on her face.

"How may I serve you, sir?" she asked.

"What were you doing before I got home?" I responded.

"Just catching up on some reading," she said.

"Well, I have a few things to do now, so keep reading, but when I am
done we will sit and talk about our day," I told her.

"OK, sir," Becky acknowledged. "Some interesting things happened
today."

"I can't wait to hear about them," I told her. I gave her a kiss, and
went off to my computer. I spent the next half hour quickly editing
the images captured by the video camera in the living room. I got rid
of some of the repetitive shots of Becky wandering around cleaning and
reading (though I kept some; she looked delicious). I then took a
selection of the last few days and cued it up.

I turned on the TV and muted it so that we could talk. I went to the
couch where Becky was and said, "Sit on my lap facing the television
so that we can watch as we talk about the interesting things that
happened to you today."

"OK, sir," Becky said, climbing on my lap facing the television. "What
will we be watching?"

"Home movies," I replied, turning on the video.

"Oh my god!" Becky screamed. "I can't believe that I forgot there was
a camera on the whole time!"

The video started just a little bit before the dinner yesterday,
though I had cut out some of the slower parts. "Now tell me what was
so interesting today," I told her.

"Well, sir, I got a couple of interesting calls today," Becky
started. "First, Jamie called to talk about last night. She apologized
for getting me spanked. I told her that I was the one that was sorry,
and that it should have been quite evident at the time that I didn't
mind at all.

"Then I asked her if she was OK with the way the night went. She said
that she was a little shaken, but she realized that it made me
happy. We talked about how I would act around our friends, and I told
her that they are just going to have to get used to the new me.

"Sir, she invited us out tomorrow night, with a bunch of our
friends. She said if I was serious about this, I should be around
them. I'm not sure if she thinks I'll act differently around them, or
she really wants me to do this, but I'd like to go."

"Well, what do you think?" I asked. "How will you behave around them?"

"I think I will be little uncomfortable, sir," she replied. "I know
how I want to act, which is like your obedient little slut. But when I
am there with our friends, I don't know how I will react if you ask me
to do something really out there."

"Well don't worry too much," I said. "I'm nervous about this too, and
they are my friends as well. I won't push too hard this time." Becky
looked relieved and a little grateful.

"Of course you'll be wearing different clothes then they might be used
to," I went on, "and who knows who will get a peek at that lovely bare
puss of yours, but I won't bend you over the pool table and spank your
ass in front of all our friends."

The whole time that Becky was talking she was on my lap facing away
 from me. I was running my hands up and down her body, occasionally
brushing a nipple or running my fingers up and down her wet slit. When
I finished my last statement, she shivered. I put two fingers into her
cunt and said, "Or perhaps you'd like that? Bent over a pool table?
Skirt pulled up. Legs spread. Bare pussy visible to everyone in the
room. Friends all around. Strangers. Men. Women. Your cunt dripping
juices onto the floor. Your ass red and marked with hand prints. I'll
bet if I did that you would come without me even touching you,
wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I would!" Becky cried, as she came in my lap. I took my fingers
out of her and licked them off, as she calmed down.

"A nice fantasy, I think, but not something that will happen tomorrow
night," I told her.

"Thank you, sir. I don't know how I could face my friends if they ever
saw me like that," Becky replied.

"Well, I didn't say that they would never see you like that," I said
with a smile. "Just not tomorrow night."

"Oh, sir!" was Becky's only response.

"So what else happened today?" I asked her.

"Well, Jamie did ask if she could come over and go to dinner with
us. I'm not sure why, but I'm happy to have her spend more time with
us, sir," Becky told me.

"The more time to indoctrinate her?" I asked.

"Oh please, sir!" Becky said. "Like you can tell me the thought her
eating me out while you are fucking her doesn't turn you on? Or she
and I in a 69 while you are fucking one of us? Or me eating your cum
out of her pussy?"

"Well, if you put it that way!" I said. "You know a three way is every
man's fantasy. A three way with two submissive girls is even
better. But I don't know if I could survive two of you!"

"You don't give yourself enough credit, sir," Becky said. "Plus, if
you do poop out, we always have each other to entertain ourselves
with." She smiled and turned her head to kiss me.

After the kiss I had Becky get up, and I took my clothes off, and had
Becky do the same. Becky, wearing just the apron, did not have much to
take off. I resumed my seat, and Becky got on my lap again, still
facing the TV. This time, however, I had her sink her hot, slick cunt
over my cock, which, given the previous conversation, was hard as
could be.

Becky tried to fuck me, but I held her down. "Slowly. Just move a
little. I want to enjoy the movie, the conversation, and your pussy,
for a while still. What else happened today?"

The movie on the TV was up to the part where Becky was getting her
spanking. There was a good view of Jamie as well, and she definitely
was turned on.

"Jamie also asked me what happened after she left," Becky
continued. "I told her I wouldn't tell her till she told me what she
did after she left. She said she just went home and went to bed, so I
told her we did the same. She told me she didn't believe me, and I
told her ditto.

"So she said, 'OK, I went home and I jilled off like crazy. As soon as
I got back to my place I jumped into bed, even before I got my clothes
off, and then I masturbated till I came. Then I took my clothes off,
got out a toy, and did it again. I came so hard that it was
exhausting! I actually fell asleep with my toy still in me. And I am
being completely honest, I didn't even wait till I got home. I played
with myself a little in the cab on the ride back. I felt so dirty!'

"I told her 'You see how nice it is to feel dirty?' and she agreed
with me! Then she asked me about what we did after she left. Sir, I
told her about the bet. I apologized to her again that I had
embarrassed her to win a bet, but all she did was laugh, and tell me
that I owed her one. Then I told her how you paid up, and she said
that what I'd have to do to repay her would be to help her get with
someone that would give her was an orgasm as good as the one that I
had! I don't know how I could possibly deliver that, sir! Unless, of
course," and she smiled at me as she ground her pussy on me, "she lets
you at her!"

"And you as well?" I asked.

"Wouldn't that turn you on?" she laughed, squeezing me tight with her
cunt walls.

"So how did you describe your winnings?" I asked.

"I told her I threw myself on the table and begged you to fuck me. I
told her how I had you spank me. I told her how I came and came. I
told her how I had you ram my ass. And how I came some more! Just like
I'm doing now!"

Becky was no longer slowly moving on my cock. Between the stories she
was telling, and the pictures on the screen, which vividly depicted
what she was saying, she had starting humping up and down on me. Her
fingers were on her clit, and she came as she told me the story. After
her cum, she tried to keep going, but I grabbed her hands away from
her clit and held her down. I didn't want to cum yet. Well, I did, but
I also wanted to enjoy her more.

After a minute or two she relaxed. I told her to continue her story.

"Well, after I told her about it, sir," Becky said, "I was so hot that
I just had to do something! So I told her, 'I'm sorry, but I have to
do this', and I got myself off. It just took a minute, but Jamie was
scandalized. She couldn't believe I had done that in my office, while
she was on the phone. I told her that's not even close to the wildest
thing I'd done, or had done to me, in my office. She wanted me to tell
her, but I wouldn't. I told her that I'd tell her another time.

"I asked her if she was playing with herself, and she said 'No!' but I
think she protested just a bit much. Anyway, at that point I had to go
clean up, so I told her good-bye. Just before she hung up she said,
'Now I have to go to the bathroom and take care of something', and
then she hung up. I know what she had to take care of, sir," and Becky
demonstrated by squeezing my cock as she rocked up and down on me.

"Is that the interesting stuff that happened?" I asked.

"Only one of them, sir," she replied. My life has gotten a bit weird
this week. I had two other bizarre conversations today."

"With whom?" I asked.

"Well," she replied, "the first was with Rachel, in my office. She was
even friendlier than normal. She seemed to be probing a bit about our
relationship. She's got a boyfriend, but I get the impression that he
is not as adventurous as she'd like.

"I think that what we did in my office turned her on a lot, and she
wanted to hear more about the kinds of things we do. I get the feeling
she wants to live vicariously through me. But we didn't really get
into a lot of details yet. I'm not sure how to handle it."

"Well, will talking to her hurt your work relationship?" I asked.

"Not really, though she could spread nasty rumors about me, but she
doesn't seem the type," Becky replied.

"Well, why don't you arrange for drinks one night next week, a girl's
night out, and you can see if you feel more or less comfortable
talking to her," I told her.

"OK, sir," Becky said, "I'll do that. Do you know one thing she told
me? She has pierced nipples!"

"Did she show them to you?" I asked.

"No you pervert!" Becky said.

"And do you think I should get your nipples pierced?" I asked,
squeezing her nipples hard.

"Oh, I don't know sir!" she said, starting to rotate her hips faster
again.

"You know if I did," I said, "I'd get a leash to attach them to, so
that I could lead you around by your tits. Maybe I'd cut little slits
in a shirt and connect the leash outside, and take you around town
like that. How would that be?"

Becky reached up with her hand and put it around the back of my head
as she stretched her body out. I kept pulling on her nipples as she
slammed her body onto my cock. She screamed as she came. It took
everything I had not to cum in her right there, but I wanted more.

I made her stop moving again after she came. The video on the TV had
long since run out. She took a few minutes again to relax.

"I believe that you said there was one other interesting
conversation," I said.

"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "I got a call from Christine."

"Oh, really, and what happened on that call?" I asked.

"Well, the first thing I asked her was, 'Ready to give up that sweet,
sweet ass?' but she said 'NO!' I asked what she called for and she was
just wondering if I would be coming in soon, or if I wanted to have
lunch with her. Sir, I think she has it bad."

"Has what bad?" I asked.

"She wants me," Becky said. "She wants me a lot. She wants me to take
her."

"For such a submissive little girl, you really seem to be getting
excited about controlling Christine," I observed.

"Don't worry, sir," Becky reassured. "I'll always be submissive to
you. But I get wet thinking about doing to her what you do to me!"

I thrust up into her, and she groaned. "Do you mean you want to fuck
her?" I asked.

"Sir," Becky replied, "I think I want to do everything to her."

"So how did you leave it with her?" I asked.

"I told her, 'Since you won't give up your ass for him, I'm not sure I
can meet with you. I'll check with him and see.' Sir, when I said
that, my door wasn't closed, and Rachel was just walking by. She
stopped and looked in at me for a minute before going on!"

"Something else to talk to her about when you go out, I guess," I told
her.

"And what about Christine?" Becky asked. "Should I meet with her?"

"Sure," I replied. "Get her even hotter for you. Why don't you let her
take you out for lunch on Saturday? And make sure she pays for the
privilege!"

"OK, sir, I will," Becky replied.

By this point, I felt as if I had waited long enough. "Time for the
bedroom," I said. I had her get up, and she started towards the
bedroom. I got up as well, but said, "Hold on, my cock is a mess, and
I wouldn't want it dripping on the floor on the way to the bedroom."

"Oh, sir! I'm so sorry!" Becky cried, as she raced back and fell to
her knees in front of me. She didn't suck my cock at all, instead
running her tongue all around till she had cleaned up the last bit of
our juices.

Then we went to the bedroom, and I grabbed a toy and laid down on the
bed. I had her straddle me, facing my feet once again. "This time, you
can ride me as hard as you want," I told her. She started moving her
body smoothly up and down my cock.

Having just had her clean off my cock, it was very sexy to see it
getting covered in her juices once again. As she moved up and down, I
took the dildo I had retrieved and started moving it around her
asshole. When she felt that, she froze. I spanked her ass and said, "I
didn't tell you to stop!"

She started up again, though more slowly, as I started penetrating her
ass with the dildo. It was not a large dildo, but I could feel it
pressing against me through the walls of her cunt. She moved up and
down slowly, adding a side-to-side motion as well. I held the dildo
still for a while, letting her fuck it. Then, I changed up and started
removing it on her down stroke and inserting it on her upstroke, a
perfect mirror of my cock.

Finally, I started getting really close myself, and I started pounding
both the dildo and my cock into her. In just a few seconds I was
coming into her. She was very close, but not quite coming yet, so I
reached around and squeezed her clit while I kept ramming her ass with
the dildo. She actually jumped off of me, dislodging my cock, and fell
back onto me, pushing the dildo deeper into her ass, as she shuddered
through another orgasm.

We relaxed for a while, and then she rolled over and kissed me with a
lot of tongue. "I don't know how you do it, sir," she told me, "but
every time is better than the last! If I never had sex again, I would
be satisfied!"

"If you never had sex again," I told her, "I would be most
dissatisfied! I just hope I can keep making it better for you."

"The same would be just fine!" she replied. Then she crawled down my
body and took my limp, slimy cock in her mouth. She spent quite a
while cleaning it off, and when she was done it was not quite so limp.

However, by that point I was exhausted and hungry. Neither of us felt
like cooking, not even just warming something up in the microwave, so
I ordered out for a pizza. Then I went to her drawers and poked around
for a minute. I pulled out this sheer lingerie top she had, a black
mesh that didn't hide much at all. I handed it to her and said, "Put
this on with your white house skirt."

She put them on, and she looked hot. The skirt was so short it barely
covered anything. And the top showed both the outline of her breasts
as well as her hard nipples. "OK, when the pizza guy comes, you can
get the food and pay him," I told her.

"In this?!" she asked.

"Yup, in that! Any problems with that?" I asked her.

"No, sir. And how shall I tip him?" she asked, saucily.

"Well, if it's a guy, offer him a blowjob. If it's a woman, offer to
eat her out," I told Becky.

Her mouth dropped open and her expression was stunned. I couldn't help
it. I cracked up laughing, pointing to her. "You should see your face!
It's priceless!"

She stood there confused, so I said, "Give him five bucks! Although
after seeing your sexy body, he should be paying you!" Becky realized
that I had been pulling her leg, and she jumped on the bed and started
whaling on me, though not to hard.

"I can't believe you did that!" she shrieked, and I grabbed her,
flipped her on her back, and kissed her. We stayed like that for a few
minutes, and the doorbell rang. Becky got up to go get it, wiggling
her ass provocatively as she walked away from me.

As she got to the bedroom door, she looked at me and said quietly, "I
would have done it if you had told me to."

"That's my Becky," I thought proudly.

A couple of minutes later Becky came back in with the pizza and some
drinks. She was grinning broadly. She stripped her clothes off and sat
on the bed with me to eat. She said, "It was a teenage boy. You should
have seen his expression. He's probably going to be thinking of me
when he wanks off tonight! You should watch the tape later. It was
priceless."

"So, did you tip him well?" I asked. Becky had been taking a drink and
she spit it all out laughing.

"Not as well as I bet he's wishing I had!" she said.

After we cleaned up the mess and finished our dinner, I took Becky
into the shower. We cleaned each other off, along with a lot of
touching and playing. Then we went to bed, with me spooning Becky. I
was half hard, and she wiggled her ass against my cock, but we both
just wanted to sleep.

As I was lying there, on the verge of falling asleep, I realized that
exactly one week ago I had attempted to break up with Becky. I could
not believe that the person grinding her ass against my cock was the
same person that I had broken up with a week ago. I know a week is not
a lot of time, but I could not imagine being happier, which was the
complete opposite of how I felt just a week ago.

I know that I had changed a lot in the last week. But Becky had
changed even more, and by the way she was behaving and reacting, I
could not believe that she was just doing this to make me happy. Just
as there was a different personality wanting to come out of me, it
appeared that there was one lying dormant in Becky as well.

And this just six days into our trial period, I thought as I fell
asleep. Another twenty-four days to go.

Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 7

*Friday - Day 7*

Another morning, another wake-up blowjob. This morning, I did not even
open my eyes. I simply relaxed and enjoyed Becky's wonderful
mouth. Whenever Becky thought that I was asleep, she was amazingly
gentle, increasing the pace when I woke up. It took a little while,
but I could tell when she realized that I was awake, as she got much
more aggressive.

Finally, the inevitable occurred, and I gave her the breakfast treat
that she expected. I still had not opened my eyes when she moved up
and kissed me. I held her for a while, floating in the pleasant
feelings. Unfortunately, it was a workday, and eventually I had to
send her on her way and get myself ready for work. At least tomorrow
was Saturday, and I could enjoy the morning lazing with Becky in bed.

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When I got home, Becky greeted me at the door the same way as
yesterday, only today she was completely nude. I stood outside the
door for a few minutes, admiring Becky framed in the doorway. It
amazed me that with the door open, and the possibility of someone
walking by at any moment, Becky still showed a complete lack of
self-consciousness. If anything, she appeared to be preening for me.

I walked in and grabbed her. I attached my mouth to hers and wrapped
my hands around her. The drink spilled on the floor, but I didn't
care. In fact, the thought flitted through my mind that I would quite
enjoy watching her on her hands and knees cleaning it up later.

I made out with Becky for quite a while, enjoying her body squirming
in mine. Finally, I finished with a quick kiss on the tip of her nose
and I closed the door.

"So, how was your day?" I asked.

"It just got a lot better!" she replied.

"Anything interesting happen today?" I inquired.

"Not really," Becky said. "About the only thing interesting was that I
set up a lunch with Christine. She's taking me to a really nice place
for lunch on Saturday. She wanted to take me out to dinner, but I want
to spend that time with you, sir."

"That's sweet," I said. "What time is dinner tonight?"

"Jamie is coming to pick us up in about an hour and a half," Becky
told me.

"OK," I said. "Let's go take a shower and I'll help you pick out your
clothes."

I washed Becky, and she reciprocated. I used a couple of fingers to
ensure that Becky's ass was perfectly clean, outside and in. Also,
knowing how sensitive a woman's genitals are to soap, I made sure to
lick any soapy residue off of Becky. She reciprocated by rinsing my
cock off with her mouth. We both left the shower suitably horny.

When we had dried off, Becky took out a tube with a nozzle on
it. "What is that?" I asked.

"Lubricant, sir," Becky replied. "The shower was fun, but probably
dried me out. I want to make sure that I am always ready for you." And
with that, she reached back and inserted the nozzle in her ass and
squeezed the tube. It was a very intimate thing to watch her prepare
herself for me.

"You do this every day?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "Every morning I give myself and enema to
clean myself out for you. Then I lubricate myself so that I am ready
for you."

"Do you enjoy doing that?" I asked.

"Well, it's not like I have an enema fetish," she responded. "I don't
enjoy the process that much, but it's like shaving. Even if it is a
little annoying, I am doing it for the end result." Becky moved into
my arms and gave me a kiss, then continued, "And sir, I love the
results when you do my end."

I groaned at that, and then asked, "Is this the same Becky that
wouldn't let me near her ass?"

"No, sir, it's not," she replied. "That Becky should be thoroughly
punished for denying you, and me, the pleasure of having her ass
used."

"Well, before this month is over Becky will be punished for denying
both of us the enjoyment that we have had this week," I said. "But not
tonight. Tonight we will enjoy a dinner with our friends. Let's go get
dressed."

We went back to the bedroom and got dressed. For Becky I picked out
one of the outfits we had purchased from Christine. It was purple and
short at the bottom and low-cut at the top. This was a dress that she
would have to be very careful in, because bending over too far exposed
her breasts (no bra, of course), and if she twirled too fast or bent
over too far, her pussy would put in an appearance.

This dress was a far cry from anything that Becky would have worn out
with our friends before. "How do you feel about wearing this out?" I
asked. "The moment you walk into the restaurant wearing this everyone
will know that something is up."

"I have to admit that I am anxious about it," Becky said. "But it
excites you to see me in it, and that is reason enough to wear
it. Plus, this way I won't have to come up with a clever way to show
people that our relationship has changed. When they ask me why I'm
wearing it, I will just say them that you told me to wear it."

"You do know that in that dress, even if I don't tell you to, it is
quite likely that some of them will see more of you then they ever
thought they would," I said.

"Well, sir," Becky replied with a small smile, "it won't be the last
time, will it?"

"No," I said warmly, "it won't."

We went to the living room and sat down to wait for Jamie. "While we
are waiting, I want to talk to you for a minute. I was thinking about
our relationship last night. Do you realize that it was at dinner
exactly a week ago that you offered yourself to me?"

"Yes, sir," Becky replied.

"I want you to tell me how you feel about it. I want to know what you
were thinking it would be like when you made the offer. I want to know
how the experience you are having is different than your
expectations. I want to know how you feel about the past week. And I
to know how you feel about yourself after serving me for this week,
and how you feel about me."

Becky sat there for a minute, composing her thoughts. "You don't ask
simple questions, do you sir?" Becky said.

After a couple of more moments, Becky responded. "I wasn't really sure
what to expect when I made the offer. When you broke up with me, I was
devastated. I really had believed that things were fine between us. I
was shocked and hurt, and I almost didn't listen to what you were
saying.

"I cried for a long time, and since I couldn't understand it, I tried
dissecting our relationship from my perspective, and I still didn't
get it. It took me half the night before I started thinking about what
you said. It was hard to do, because I was seriously pissed at you,
but I tried to think objectively about what you said.

"At first, I thought you were simply tired of me and just using
excuses, but I realized that you were being honest, at least from your
perspective. I definitely knew you were being a selfish bastard. But I
really thought about the things you said. And I also thought about my
other relationships. It took me a while, but I realized that many of
the things that you said were true.

"I knew that I was not particularly happy with my life, but I also
knew that the part of my life that I was most happy about was you. I
really loved you, and it devastated me that you didn't love me. But
then I thought about what you said, and I realized that you did love
me; you just didn't like me. And I concluded that I didn't like me
much either, and I hadn't for a very long time.

"So there I was. Depressed, alone, and doomed to live the rest of my
life with someone I didn't like. I didn't know what to do. Even
knowing all the things about me that I didn't like, I still could
never seem to make a change that would make me happy. And now I had
lost the one person I had loved. Who loved me.

"I replayed the conversation we had, or rather the speech you made,
over and over again in my head. I really thought about it. And I
realized that what you were asking for was not entirely
unreasonable. In fact, it was almost exactly the mirror of the
relationship that I had with you. You did what I wanted, when I
wanted. You had sex when I wanted, and did without when I didn't
want. You took care of me. If I needed something from the drugstore at
two in the morning, you went and got it.

"What I thought you wanted was what I had. What I gave up by having
all the attributes that I hated about myself. I went to sleep thinking
that I had lost the best thing in my life just to be a person that I
didn't want to be. My mother always told me that if I wanted to solve
a problem and couldn't, I should think about it before I went to sleep
and my mind would solve it for me. It usually worked, and it did
again.

"When I woke up, I had my answer. If I could not change who I was for
myself, someone I didn't particularly like, could I change myself for
someone else, someone whom I loved? I clearly wasn't doing much for
myself on my own. What if I gave you what you wanted? What if I put
myself entirely in your hands?

"I know you, sir. I know who you are. And I could not believe for a
moment that you had changed so completely that you could seriously
hurt me in any way. Oh, sure, I thought that you would want to get
back at me for all the times I hurt you, but I could never believe
that you would intentionally hurt me in a real and lasting way.

"So I decided to do what I did. I gave myself to you to do as you
pleased. I wasn't sure what that would be. I didn't know how you would
treat me. But I was more determined about this than about anything in
my life. If I was going to give myself to you, I was going to do it
completely. I was going to do everything you said, no matter what,
unless it put my life in danger."

Becky smiled at me and said, "I assumed you would want a lot more
sex. I figured you would make me clean the apartment naked. I thought
you would demand blowjobs morning, noon and night. I thought you would
do petty things to punish me. But I was willing to put up with it,
both to make you happy and as penance for the way that I had treated
you. I thought that if I could not make you happy, could not make me
happy, then I deserved any punishment you would dish out.

"What I did not expect was to feel more loved, more taken care of,
more cherished. The first rule was to obey you, which I expected. But
the second rule was to take care of myself. The second rule wasn't for
me to be naked in front of you all the time. Or to fuck all your
friends. You made me take better care of me. You weren't willing to
put up with the excuses that I would have given myself. It was clear
 from that second rule that you were going to make sure that I became a
better person.

"You did many of the things that I expected, and you deserved to. You
spanked me, and it surprised me when it made me feel good. You
embarrassed me in public, but you did it in such a way as to still
make me feel protected. I was half afraid that you would make me go
into the kitchen of Alfredo's and fuck every waiter and busboy in the
place, but you didn't. Instead, I had to expose myself to another
woman. I didn't feel threatened. Just exposed, and surprisingly turned
on.

"I still don't know whether it was the woman in the restroom seeing me
take my bra off for you, or the fact that I was doing it for you, but
it awoke something in me. I wanted you to expose me. I wanted you to
be in control of me. I wanted you to take care of me. I wanted to put
myself in your hands. If I had any doubts before, they all went away
at that moment. I knew that I would do anything you wanted, and that
you would be there to take of me afterwards.

"You told me that I would be punished, and I could not wait. I wanted
it. I felt I deserved it. I thought that you could string me up and
whip me for hours, and I would accept it as my due. But you
didn't. You spanked me, and paddled me, and every time you did it, you
made me cum. You might think that you are punishing me, and it does
hurt like hell, but it is far less than I deserve and far more
pleasurable than I ever thought possible,

"Sir, this week has been a whirlwind of emotions for me. You took my
anal virginity, an act that should have disgusted me, and I loved
it. Every morning I clean myself out and grease myself up in the hopes
that you will bury your cock in my ass right up into my stomach.

"You had me expose myself to and play with other women, an act that I
have never had an interest in before, and now I wet myself thinking
about playing with Christine or Jamie. You didn't even suggest it, and
all I could think of is how I want to see you with another woman, when
a week ago I would have left you in a second, with no remorse, if I
found out you were with anyone else.

"And now, sir, I cannot tell begin to tell you how happy I feel. It
goes against everything I believe in, everything I was raised to
believe, everything society tells me to believe. I want to serve
you. I don't just feel like I want to serve someone, but I want to
serve _you._ And I want to feel protected by you. I want you to keep
pushing me, while still caring for me. I want to do everything I can
to make you happy, sir, because I have found that when I am making you
happy, it makes me happy.

"And sir, when this month is over, I want to be yours forever. I want
you to collar me. I want you to pierce me. I want you to tattoo me
with your mark. I want anyone who looks at my body to know without a
doubt that I belong to you."

With that, Becky went to her knees in front of me and put her head on
my lap and her arms around my leg. "I _will_ be yours," she whispered.

I reached down and stroked her hair, stunned. I had asked what she
felt, and she told me. I knew that she was enjoying herself, but the
depth of the emotion that she had expressed awed me. I didn't know how
to respond. I pulled her up into my lap, and held onto her.

"I want you to know," I told her, "that I have enjoyed this week more
than I have any other week in my entire life. Last Friday morning I
thought my life was over, that I had given up one of the best things
I'd ever had to pursue a dream of something I needed, but was sure I
could never find. And then you came back and not only gave me
everything I thought I was looking for, but exceeded my expectations
at every turn.

"Becky, I love you. I love you more than I ever have, and I like you
far more that I ever have. You make me happy with you, and you make me
happy with me. As much as I have pushed you, you have pushed me. And I
think we are making each other better people."

We kissed and hugged for a while, both of us crying a little. Then I
told Becky "All that being said, however, we are _still_ on a trial
period, and I will still be trying you, in many senses of the
word. You haven't earned your marks yet!"

Becky wiped her eyes and laughed, "Oh, I know that sir, but you just
watch and see. You won't know what hit you!"

"I'm both afraid and excited about that," I replied.

We both cleaned ourselves back up, and Becky fixed her makeup. We must
have finished our discussion just in time, because just as we sat down
in the living room again, there was a knock on the door. We both got
up to answer it, and as expected, there was Jamie at the door. She was
wearing a simple black dress, cut to show off her figure.

"Come in for a minute, and we'll get our stuff and go," I said,
stepping back to allow her in. She just stood there, and Becky and I
looked at her.

"Before I come in, I need to show you something." She then reached
down and pulled her skirt up, showing both of us her clean-shaven
pussy. It looked absolutely delicious. She held her dress up for about
ten seconds, and then she dropped it.

"I just wanted to show you that I pay off my bets," she said, as she
walked into the apartment. She looked at Becky and said, "That is the
most I've seen you wearing in a while."

Becky reached out and kissed Jamie lightly on the lips. She giggled
and said, "I'm still only wearing one item of clothing."

Jamie giggled back and said, "Me, too!"

Oh, man. Between the two of them I knew I would be rock hard all night
long. I haven't really described Jamie before, so I will now. Jamie is
5' 8" and has dirty blonde hair. I guess it will be hard for me to
tell if it was natural now.

Jamie is skinny, but not outrageously so. She is not 'model' gorgeous,
but she is definitely up there. If I were being honest, and putting
Becky and Jamie side by side, right now Becky would be considered
prettier. Her tits are very firm, probably a C, and fit nicely on her
frame. She tended to dress to show her figure off nicely, and she had
excellent taste.

We gathered our things, and when we were ready to go, I herded the
girls out to a cab. In the cab, I looked at Becky and said, "I know
you are nervous about tonight, but I want you to do this with a
completely clear head. I don't want you to drink. If you think it
would help people to think you are getting a little drunk, feel free
to pretend to be drinking, but I don't want a single drop of alcohol
in you, OK?"

"Yes, sir," Becky responded.

We continued towards our destination when Jamie asked, "What about
me?"

"What about you what?" I inquired.

"Can I drink?" she asked.

I looked at her for a long moment. "You are asking my permission to
drink?"

"Well, yes," she said.

"Why would you need my permission?" I asked.

"I figured that it would not be fair to Becky if we are going together
and she had to follow rules that I am not following," Jamie answered.

I gave her another studied look, and asked, "So you are on a date with
us?"

Jamie looked down and didn't answer. Perhaps she was embarrassed. So I
asked, "Are you willing to follow the same rules as Becky?"

Jamie nodded her head. I looked over at Becky, and she looked like the
cat that had swallowed the canary. Or maybe like the canary that was
planning on eating the pussy. In either case, she was clearly pleased
by the turn of events.

"Well, I will not make you follow all the rules that Becky does, but
for tonight, the rules that apply to both of you are rules one and
three," I told Jamie.

"What are rules one and three?" Jamie asked.

Becky responded, "Rule one is that we never refuse him anything. We
obey everything he says."

"I can do that for a night," Becky said. "And what is rule three?"

"Rule three," Becky replied, "is that he will punish us as he sees
fit. That means if you don't obey him, you will be punished. I can be
punished on his whim, even if I don't do something wrong, but I think
he meant that you would only get punished if you do something wrong,
at least for tonight."

"I understand," Jamie said. "Do you really get punished for no reason
at all?"

In response, I pulled Becky over my lap. This put her head right in
Jamie's lap, facing her crotch. I pulled Becky's skirt up and in full
view of the driver and Jamie, I gave 5 quick, hard swats. When I was
done, I rubbed my hand around her ass cheeks, then swiped my fingers
through her wet pussy and gathered her juices on my fingers. I looked
at Jamie as I licked my fingers off, and then helped Becky sit up.

"Sometimes I just do it because I enjoy it," I said to Jamie. Still
looking at Jamie, I asked, "Did you enjoy it Becky?"

"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "But you stopped too soon!"

"Don't worry," I told Jamie, "you haven't done anything wrong yet."

"I wasn't worried," said Jamie, licking her lips. "So can I drink?"

"Tonight, I'll let you decide that," I told her.

At that point we arrived at the restaurant and went into the bar to
meet the others.

We were having dinner with six friends. There was Bob and Lisa, who
had been dating for about a year. Then there was Jill, Joan, Mark and
Mike, who were all single. We had all been friends for a while, and we
tended to go out as a group every couple of months.

As we walked into the bar, Becky put her arm through my right arm, and
Jamie did the same through my left. Becky leaned over and whispered,
"When you spanked me, I could tell that Jamie was very excited. She
smells wonderful!"

I was grinning broadly when I saw Mark and Joan at the bar. Mark
spotted us and waved us over. When he got a look at what Becky was
wearing, he whistled and said, "Damn, girl, you look different. That
outfit is hot!"

"Do you think so?" she asked, moving a little away from me and
twirling. When she did that, her skirt flew up and she was dangerously
close to exposing herself, but she stayed decent. She winked at me as
she re-attached herself to my arm.

"And what's the deal with you?" Mark asked me. "You have two dates and
I have none? How is that fair?" It probably wasn't. Mark was about
five years younger than me, about two inches taller, and much better
built. He worked out a lot, and was ruggedly handsome. He had short,
dark curly hair.

"I'll play your date tonight," Joan teased him. Joan had black hair
just past her shoulders. She was pretty, but not gorgeous. She was
about 5' 6" and was curvy, but not fat or voluptuous.

We all laughed and them, and Becky asked, "And can I get you a drink,
sir?"

"Sir!" exclaimed Joan.

Becky smiled at her, but otherwise ignored the comment. "I'll have a
coke," I said.

"And you, Jamie?" she asked.

"I'll have exactly what you are having," she said.

She went off to the bar, and Joan said, "Boy, you have got her
trained!"

I smiled and said, "I'm working on it."

Just then, Bob, Lisa, Jill and Mike came in together. Bob is about 5'
10" and is fairly average looking. He has brown hair, a light tan. If
you saw him in the street, you wouldn't remember him five minutes
later. Lisa is 5' 4" with dirty brown hair. She is somewhat overweight
and has a nice sized chest, which went with a nice sized ass and a
slightly large stomach. Bob and Lisa had been dating a year, and were
still madly in love. They still had their own apartments, but we were
expecting an engagement any day.

Mike wouldn't win any beauty pageants. He was just slightly taller
than Lisa and far heavier. He was portly, and somewhat balding, but he
was one of the most fun people you could ever meet. Jill, on the other
hand, could easily win a beauty pageant. She was 5' 11," long blonde
hair, skinny, small but very firm breasts, and a girl next-door sort
of look. She had dabbled in modeling from time to time.

We all greeted each other when Becky came back with our drinks. "Coke
for you, Rum and Coke for us," Becky said. Everyone commented on
Becky's dress - it was definitely not her normal style.

"I got it at this great boutique. The saleswoman was so helpful, and
so cute I just wanted to eat her up!" Becky giggled. Everyone laughed
except Jamie, who narrowed her eyes at Becky. Clearly, she thought
there was more than a joke to the statement.

We all went and were seated, Jamie maintaining station on my left and
Becky on my right. We were handed menus and we all started perusing
them, except for Becky who didn't even pick her menu up. I knew what
she was up to again, and I was willing to oblige.

We all chatted and caught up on things until the waiter came to take
our order. He made his way around the table until he got to
Becky. "He'll be ordering for me," she told the waiter. I ordered for
Becky, and then I told the waiter what I wanted. Before I could return
the menu, Jamie said, "He'll be ordering for me as well." I made a
selection for Jamie, and the waiter proceeded with the rest of the
table. Jill gave the girls and me a very tight look and said, "OK,
ladies. Time to freshen up."

The woman all started to go, and Becky looked at me for permission. I
nodded, and that caused Jill to give me an even sharper look.

After they all trooped to the ladies room, Mark asked, "What's going
on, dude? Becky calling you 'Sir', Jamie all over you, both of them
having you order for them. What's up with that?"

"Yeah, give man!" said Mike.

"Becky and I are just moving to a new stage in our
relationship. Jamie's just along for the ride, and to support
Becky. That's all."

"What kind of 'stage'?" asked Bob. "Am I going to have to start
ordering food for Lisa soon?"

"I doubt it," I said laughing. "It's just something Becky and I are
doing."

The guys kept pushing, but I wouldn't say any more. I felt that it was
up to Becky to decide what to tell them about this. I later discovered
that a similar discussion was going on in the ladies room.

"What is going on with you, Becky?" asked Jill, as soon as they got
into the bathroom.

"What do you mean?" Becky said, pulling out her compact to freshen her
make-up.

"Oh no, you don't!" said Jill. "You're wearing a dress that you would
not have been caught dead in a few months ago. You are letting him
order for you. I saw you ask his permission to come in here. What's
going on? Does he have something on you? Is he abusing you? You can
tell us!"

Both Jamie and Becky snorted in laughter. "No! He is not abusing me,"
said Becky. "There is absolutely nothing non-consensual going on
between us."

"Then what's the deal?" asked Joan.

"Well," said Becky, "we've had a number of long talks in the last week
or so, and let's just say we've changed some of the parameters of the
relationship a little bit."

"A little, right!" snorted Jamie under her breath.

"You are going to have to do better than that, girl! Tell us more!"
Jill demanded.

Becky looked pleadingly at Jamie, who shrugged her shoulders. Then she
looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. Finally she
said, "OK, you guys are my best friends in the world, and I'm going to
tell you this, but it's very personal, and its very important to me. I
really need your support in this."

She took a couple of deep breaths, and then went on. "We've decided to
change the nature of our relationship. From now on, I am going to
allow him to take a completely dominant role, and I will take a
completely submissive one."

"What does that mean?" asked Lisa.

"It means that he is in charge," replied Becky. "I do what he wants,
when he wants it."

"That doesn't seem very enlightened," said Lisa.

"Don't knock it till you try it," snapped back Becky.

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything bad by it," said Lisa.

"I'm sorry, too," said Becky. "I'm very nervous how you are going to
take this. I don't want to lose you as friends."

"How should we take it?" asked Jill. "It sounds like you are his
slave."

"Not yet," said Becky.

"Not yet?!" exclaimed Joan. "What do you mean, not yet?"

Becky looked around nervously. "I mean that we are in a trial
period. In a little over three weeks we are going to talk, and in all
likelihood, at that point I will become his slave."

Everyone, including Jamie, was shocked at that. "I don't know what to
think about this," said Lisa.

"Think whatever you want about it," said Jamie, "but understand that
this is what Becky wants, and keep being her friend and support her
through her decision."

"And what's up with you, Jamie?" asked Jill. "You are hanging on him
too!"

"I've been hanging around with Becky a bit lately, trying to be
supportive myself. That's all there is now," she replied.

"Look, Becky," said Joan, "I don't understand exactly what you are
doing, or why, but I love you and you are my friend, and I'll be there
for you." With that, she came over and gave Becky a big hug. Lisa did
the same.

Jill said, "Well, I think you are completely screwed up, but it's your
life, and I want you to be happy. But if he hurts you, I will rip out
his balls!"

"Thanks, Jill," said Becky. "I'm not at all worried about him, and I
have to say that I have been happier in the last week than I have ever
been before!"

"I'll vouch for that," said Jamie.

After the conversation, they all trooped back to the table. Becky gave
me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "What did you tell them?"

I responded, "Not much, just that we've had a change, but no
specifics."

"Thanks," she said, and grabbed my hand and squeezed it, and held on
for dear life.

"OK," Becky announced to the table, "I know that if I don't say
anything you'll all talk about it anyway, and since I told the girls,
I'll tell of all of you. First of all, you are all my best friends,
and I want to keep it that way.

"What is going on is that we've changed our relationship a little -
OK, a lot. We've decided that from now on, he is in charge of me
completely. I listen to everything he says, and I obey him. I am
completely submissive to him.

"I know that this isn't considered a modern style of relationship, but
we talked it over a lot, and we've been doing this seriously for a
week, and it is working out perfectly for us. It is not for everybody,
but I am happier than I have ever been."

"As am I," I added.

"I already told this to the girls," Becky went on. "If you have any
questions, or want to tell me that I'm crazy, do it now."

Everyone was silent for a few minutes, digesting the information. Then
Mike howls at me, "You dog! The pictures flashing through my head! You
are the luckiest man in the world!"

Everyone laughed. The tension was broken, and Mike continued, "Really,
I hope this works out for you guys. Lord knows I've been in weirder
relationships that this!"

"You've been in weirder relationships than anyone!" snapped Jill.

And everyone was off telling Mike girlfriend stories, of which there
are many. Becky looked at me weakly and squeezed my hand. Jamie
reached around me and squeezed Becky's shoulder. While I knew we would
be answering questions about this for a long while, at least the
elephant was announced to the room.

The rest of the evening was almost ridiculously normal. We had all the
same discussions that we always do when we get together, and no one
seemed excessively uncomfortable. Becky even threw in some 'Sirs' into
her sentences, without it throwing people too much.

We all went to the bar after dinner for a couple of drinks and some
mingling. Becky was approached by all the women looking to set up
lunch dates in order to pump her for more information. Mark asked me
to do the same thing. Jill came up to me and told me basically what
she told Becky in the bathroom. She said, "Becky seems really happy,
but you'd better be careful. If you take advantage of her and hurt
her, I am going to rip your balls out!"

I hugged her and said, "Thank you for caring so much about Becky. I
love her, and I care about her even more."

Eventually, we all went off our separate ways, with Jamie taking a cab
with us. On the ride to Jamie's place, Becky filled me in on some of
the conversations from the bar. Jamie said that Joan approached her
for lunch as well, so that she could find out what Jamie's role in all
this was.

When we got to Jamie's house, I told the cabbie to wait for us, and
the three of us went to her front door. Becky said to Jamie, "Thanks
for doing this, and supporting me, and being there for me through all
of this. You really are my best friend."

"I love you too, you silly cow! Plus, I had a lot of fun. I haven't
been on a date this interesting in a long time!"

"Do you kiss your date good bye on the first date?" I asked.

Becky snorted, "Kiss them good bye! The slut's been known to kiss them
good morning on the first date!"

"Well, I only kiss good night on the first date," I said, and I went
over and wrapped my arms around Jamie and started to kiss her
deeply. While I've kissed her on the cheek before, this was the first
deep kiss that I've given any woman since starting to date Becky.

Jamie seemed nervous and startled at first, but soon melted into the
kiss. I felt her melt into my arms, and I quite enjoyed it. After I
was done, I stepped back. "That was very nice," said Jamie. "Thank
you."

"I liked it as well," I said. "But I believe that there was someone
else on this date as well." Becky didn't hesitate. She moved to Jamie
and started wrapping her arms around her. Jamie initially shied away,
but then seemed to resolve an internal conflict and she wrapped her
own arms around Becky. Their kiss seemed much more passionate than
mine, and I got a little jealous and a lot turned on. After a little
while of kissing, I noticed that Becky's hand had slipped up and was
fondling Jamie's tit. When they broke their clinch, both were
breathing very hard.

"I can't believe it," I said jokingly. "Here I am, supposedly the one
in charge, and Becky gets further than I do on our first kiss."

Jamie apparently did not take it as a joke, because she stepped back
into my arms and started kissing me again. At the same time, she
grabbed my hand and shoved it under her skirt. Her thighs were wet and
sticky and her pussy was soaked. I slipped a finger in and moved it
around a little, and then I removed it and moved away from her.

I looked at her, and she looked like she was going to attack. I kissed
her lightly on her lips and said, "We have to get home now." Then I
whispered, "Don't play with yourself till Becky calls you. Will you
obey me?"

She looked entirely frustrated, but she nodded her head. We said good
night and Jamie walked into her apartment building and we got back
into the cab. I held up the finger that was in Jamie and asked Becky,
"Would you like to share the first taste?" She looks at my finger
hungrily and we both start licking until it was clean. She tasted
light and delicious.

It was only a short drive back to our apartment, but Becky was
attached to me at the lips the entire time. We paid the cabbie and
Becky rushed me into our apartment. She was all for ripping my clothes
off in the hall, but I slowed her down and took her to the bedroom. I
took of my clothes and told her to strip. She ripped the dress over
her head and moved to help me.

I lay down in the bed, and pulled the phone to me. I told Becky,
"Straddle me, and you can put the head of my cock by your pussy, but
under no circumstances are you to let me enter you until I tell you,
do you understand?"

Becky groaned, but acknowledged what I said. I put the phone on
speakerphone and dialed Jamie. She answered on the first ring, out of
breath. "Is that you, Becky?" she asked.

"Not yet, it's me," I replied. "Did you obey my instructions?" I
asked.

"Yes, I did," she said, "but it has been very difficult. Can I do it
now?"

"Not yet," I said. "It would not have been fair to Becky to let you go
and get relief before she could. On the other hand, I am not letting
her get relief until you do as well."

Becky was clearly frustrated, as she yelled into the phone, "He's got
me perched on top of his cock, and he won't let me put it in me! I'm
going crazy!"

"Do you have a dildo with you?" I asked Jamie.

"Yes!" she said, embarrassedly.

"Put it just outside your wet, bald cunt, but don't put it in... is it
there?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"OK, I'm going to count to three, and when I reach three, both of you
can start fucking the item waiting to get into your
pussy. One... two..."

I paused before three, but it is clear both of them were anticipating
me, because Becky jammed herself down on my cock and starting humping
me madly. On the phone I could hear Jamie wheezing as she fucked
herself, and a few moments later the sound of her dildo starting to
vibrate. Neither of them realized that I never said three, and they
both kept pounding away. Within a minute Becky was coming, and Jamie
was not far behind her.

I could tell that Jamie was slowing down after her cum, but Becky was
not. She was quickly ramping up to another one, and when Jamie heard
Becky, it started her back up again as well. Becky grabbed her clit
and she quickly came again, though it sounded like Jamie was getting
close, but was not there yet. I rolled Becky over and started fucking
her missionary style. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her,
and then slid it back in, sometimes doing it slowly, sometimes fast.

In a few minutes, Becky started yelling, "My ass. Put it in my ass!
Just like this, shove it in my ass!"

I could hear Jamie's moans as she heard Becky beg me. I pushed her
legs up further and positioned my cock by her little asshole. She
grabbed my cock with her hand and tried shoving it in. I slowly pushed
in and she moaned as the head of my cock passed her sphincter.

"Oh, Jamie," she cried. "He's fucking my ass! He's fucking my ass so
good. You have to try this! You have to let him do your ass. You'll
never want it to stop." Becky kept up a running commentary to Jamie
the entire time I was fucking her ass. I could hear Jamie coming over
and over again on the other end of the phone line.

Finally, it all just got to me, and I said, "Oh, I'm going to
come. I'm going to come in your sweet ass!"

"Oh, sir!" cried Becky, "Please come on my pussy and tits. Please pull
out. Please come on me."

While I like coming in her, I had no problem with honoring her
request, especially seeing how she begged for it so nicely. I pulled
out and jerked myself for a minute till I came. My first shot
splattered up to her tits, the next couple hit her stomach, and the
final few dribbled onto her pussy.

I leaned back on my heels in exhaustion. Becky, meanwhile, continued
her commentary to Jamie.

"Oh, Jamie, he came on me. He came all over me. He covered me from my
tits to my pussy. Oh, I wish you were here to lick it all up. You
would love it! If it were you, I would lick up his cum wherever he put
it in you. Oh I can't wait!"

On the other side of the line, Jamie came again and it sounded
stronger than any of her previous cums. After that, she settled down
to a steady puffing, both of them sounding like steam locomotives
coming to rest.

I moved to the side of Becky and said to Jamie, "Thank you for
listening to me. I hope you had a nice night. I'll talk to both of you
tomorrow about your punishment for starting before I reached the count
of three. Good night."

I hung up the phone, moved it away, and snuggled up to Becky as we
both quickly fell asleep.

Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 8

*Saturday - Day 8*

On Saturday morning, I woke up first for a change. I looked over at
Becky. She was lying on her back, her legs crossed. It always amused
me when she did that in her sleep. Her right foot was flat on the bed,
bent at the knee, and her left foot was crossed over her knee. I don't
know how she slept like that, but she did.

This morning I particularly enjoyed the position because she was
naked, and from below you could see her beautiful pussy. I could also
see the dried cum splattered on her chest and stomach. I remember when
she would immediately wipe off any cum that got on her, claiming it
was too sticky to remain. Now I wouldn't let her do that.

I watched her sleep for a little while, then I decided that I would
return the service that she had been providing me the last week. I
crawled up between her legs and lightly licked around her lips. I
moved my tongue all around, very gently, brushing her clit, dipping
lightly between her lips, circling her asshole, and then repeating.

Becky started moving her hips and moaning, though she was still
asleep. I kept this up for a few minutes until I felt her wake up
sufficiently. When she was awake, I buried my face between her legs
and sunk my tongue as deep as it would go into her cunt, pressing my
nose into her clit.

"Oh, sir!" Becky cried, as she grabbed my hair and tried to pull me
even further in. I kept licking as I moistened a finger, and then
pushed it into her ass. "Yes!" she yelled. I then moved my tongue to
her clit as I sank two fingers into her pussy. "Please don't stop,
sir!" Becky pleaded.

I had no intention of stopping. I loved the way she tasted. I loved
the way she squirmed. I loved the sounds of her begging and
pleading. And I loved making her feel good.

I kept up my assault for another five minutes, her cries getting
louder and closer together, till at the end it was a
chant. "Yes. Please. Please. Make me cum, make me cum. Fuck me, lick
me, please, please, I'm cummmmming!!"

Becky was not exactly a squirter, but she definitely produced more
fluids as she came, and it tasted even sweeter than normal. As she
came down I pulled my fingers out, licked up some of the juices around
her thighs and ass, and moved up her body to give her a kiss good
morning.

"Oh, sir! You have no idea how good it felt to wake up like that,"
Becky said.

"Of course I do!" I replied. "I wake up like that every morning. And
it feels just as good to me."

"I guess that's true, sir," Becky said. "Now I'm even happier to wake
you up like that, if it can give you as much pleasure as you just gave
me. But you're all a mess now." Then Becky proceeded to clean my face
off with her tongue. I managed to grab her tongue with my mouth a
couple of times as well.

"Sir, I can feel that you need some attention, too," Becky said. I
guess that would be because my cock had been poking at the door to her
cunt while she was cleaning me off. She reached down and guided it
into her pussy. Instead of drilling into her, however, I let it stay
there with just the head inside of her as she continued to run her
tongue over my face.

"Sir, aren't you going to fuck me?" Becky asked, her breath starting
to shorten.

"In a little while. Right now I am enjoying the feeling of your pussy
on my cock," I said, giving my cock a little squeeze.

"But sir, do you want me to move? I can fuck you," she said
pleadingly.

"No," I replied, "I'd like you to hold still as well."

It was clear to me that she was significantly affected by the feel of
my cock at the opening of her pussy, especially after just having cum.

"Sir, I have a problem," she said, gasping. "I don't think I can lie
still. Sir, I have to move."

"But I'm telling you not to move," I told her. "I'm telling you to
stay still. If you can't stay still, you are going to be punished."

She stayed mostly still for about another thirty seconds, just
twitching her hips a little. Then she screamed, "I can't help it, sir!
Punish me! Spank me! Whip me! I'm sorry!" and she slammed her crotch
into mine, burying me in her. She started fucking up to me hard,
cumming from the first moment and simply not stopping. She kept
yelling, "I deserve to be punished! I'm a bad girl! I'm your naughty
little girl. I'm sorry, sir!"

Well, I'm not exactly Superman, and I don't think anyone could have
taken much of the stimulus that Becky was providing. Between the
screams of passion, the begging to be punished, her cunt slamming over
my cock as well as squeezing it like a vise, I was cumming in a very
short time. As I came, she screamed, "Oh, sir! I made you cum. I feel
you cumming. Please, cum for me!" as she came yet again.

Even after I came, and collapsed onto her body, Becky kept moving her
hips, experiencing little orgasms, till it became too much for my
sensitive cock and I had to pull out. "Noooo!" Becky sobbed.

I was lying on top of Becky, and her hands were around my neck,
squeezing me tightly. I felt moisture on my neck, and asked, "Are you
crying?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said. "I'm sorry, but it feels so much. I'm still
cumming. I can't help it, you're driving me crazy."

I started moving my hand down to help get her off some more when she
screamed, "No, sir! No more. I'll die if I cum any more!"

So I just lay on top of her until her twitching eventually
stopped. Then she pushed me off of her, and rolled on top of me. She
looked me in the eyes, and said, "Have I told you how good you make me
feel? I don't think that I have ever cum so hard in my entire life!"

"I didn't really do much," I said. "You did most of the work."

"I don't know what you did, sir," she replied. "I don't know if it was
the fabulous way you ate me, or the fact that you were just in me
without fucking, or the way to were controlling me, but I couldn't
help it. I know that I have to be punished for disobeying you, but
whatever the punishment is sir, it will have been worth it! What a way
to start a day!" Then she kissed me in a way that let me know I'd been
kissed.

"Can I clean up and go and make you breakfast, sir?" Becky asked.

"Not quite yet," I replied. "Clearly, you were out of control this
morning, so I think I'd like some more control over you. Stay here."

I rolled her off me and went to our box of toys. I took out the dog
collar, leash and cuffs. I put the cuffs on her wrists and clipped
them together in front of her. Then I attached the collar and leash. I
gave her a kiss and said, "Now you can go clean up and make me
breakfast."

"How can I do that tied up?" she asked.

"You'll figure it out," I said.

We went into the bathroom and she went to sit down on the
toilet. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I need to pee," she said.

"I want to see you pee," I told her.

"OK, I'll spread my legs," she replied.

"No, that's not good enough," I said. "I want to see everything. Lie
in the tub."

"Really, sir?" she asked.

"Get in," I said.

Becky got in and shrieked as her back touched the tub walls. "It's
cold!"

"Just lie there for a minute," I told her. I had to take a long look
at her. She was lying in the tub, collared, leashed and cuffed. She
had cum dried on her stomach and chest, and fresh cum dripping out of
her cunt. She was looking at me and asked, "Can I pee for you now,
sir?" My cock started rising again.

"Yes, Becky, you can spread your legs and pee for me," I told her.

Becky did spread her legs, and with her hands cuffed together, she
spread her pussy apart. She was there for a little bit, then said,
"It's hard to start, sir."

"I can wait," I said, smiling at her.

After a few more seconds, Becky let go a short spurt of piss. Then the
floodgates opened and a yellow stream shot up in the air. Using her
hands, she moved the stream around. Quite a bit of her pee ended up on
her legs and even her stomach.

"Does that turn you on, sir?" she asked.

"Actually, it does," I told her.

"Don't you have to go? Would it turn you on to piss on me too?" Becky
asked, as she finished up.

"It probably would, but there is no way I can pee like this," I said,
pointing to my erection.

"Well, I can take care of that," Becky said. She got onto her knees
and took my cock in her manacled hands. She licked the pre-cum off the
tip, and then took my whole cock in her mouth. She started moving her
head up and down until she stopped and said, "Hold my leash, sir."

"What?" I asked.

"Please, hold me leash. Pull on it. Make me feel like you own me!" she
said. She grabbed the leash and held it over her head, as she grabbed
my cock in her mouth again. It was amazing looking at her; I wish I
had a picture.

She was on her knees, bent over my cock. Her bound hands were over her
head and she held a leash in them, offering herself to me. All the
while, her head was bobbing up and down my cock, and her tongue was
swabbing back and forth. You can't begin to understand how that made
me feel.

I took the leash from her and watched her work for a minute. Then I
pulled her off my cock with the leash and dropped to my knees. I
wrapped the leash around my hand and pulled her lips to mine with the
collar. I kissed her deeply and told her, "You are the picture of a
perfect slave girl."

"Thank you, sir!" she exclaimed. "I told you that you would never find
a better slave than me! But remember, I still have to prove myself to
you, so please let me finish you!"

I stood back up and pulled her head to my cock by her leash. I started
manipulating her head on my cock with the leash, but I soon realized
that she did a much better job by herself, so I let her do it her way.

With the picture she presented to me, I could not last long, even
having cum just a little while ago. I said, "Oh, you sexy slut, you
are making me cum!" She pulled me out of her mouth and jerked my cock
in her bound hands. My first shot hit her in her face, and she aimed
my cock lower so that the next shots hit her on the chest and
stomach. She then put my dick back in her mouth and made sure that
there was no cum left on it.

When she was done she sat back on her heels with my cock still in her
hand. She looked up at me with a little girl look and said, "Sir, I
seem to have gotten cum all over me. Maybe you could spray me off?"
She even put her bottom lip between her teeth. If I hadn't just cum
twice I probably would have started getting a hard-on again. However,
I did not, and I did feel like pissing.

It took me a few minutes, but as soon as I was able I let my stream
go. Becky was still holding my cock, and she started it off pointing
at her stomach.

"It's so warm!" she exclaimed, as she moved the stream up to her
tits. She actually was washing off the cum with my piss. Soon she
moved it up even higher. She closed her eyes and mouth tightly as she
directed my piss at her face. However, all good things must come to an
end, and soon I released my last few dribbles. Becky leaned up and
took my cock back into her mouth, licking off the last few drops.

She wiped her eyes with her hands, then opened them and looked at
me. "Was that good for you, sir?" she asked.

"That was extremely sexy," I told her. "The part where I pissed on
you, however, was not nearly as sexy as the way you threw yourself
into it. You did everything to make me feel good about it!"

"Well, sir," she replied with a smile, "that's my job. I am here to
serve you and make you happy."

"And you are doing a great job," I told her. Then I pulled her up by
her leash and gave her a deep kiss. I could taste my urine on her, but
I didn't care.

"Sir," Becky said, "if it's OK with you, I'd like to take a shower
now. It's getting a bit rank in here."

"That's fine," I said, "but you might have a hard time with your hands
bound, so I'd better help you."

I had her stand with her hands over her head against the wall as I
sprayed her down. Then I turned her around and washed and conditioned
her hair and then shampooed her whole body. When I was done, I took
her out and dried her off. I then took her to the bedroom and put her
on the bed. I attached her cuffs to the headboard and tied the leash
off as well.

"Stay here and wait for me," I told her with a kiss. I then went back
to the shower and cleaned myself. When I was done, I came back to the
bedroom and looked at Becky. She was so sexy, naked, squirming, bound
to the bed. I disconnected Becky from the bed, took her back to the
bathroom, put toothpaste on her toothbrush and let her brush her
teeth.

"Ready to make me breakfast?" I asked.

"I still need to clean out my ass and lubricate it for you, sir," she
replied.

"I think that is something I can let you do yourself, but you can do
it later. I can pretty much guarantee that I won't be fucking you in
any way any time soon!"

I took her leash and led her to the kitchen. "I think I want scrambled
eggs for breakfast," I told Becky. I dropped the leash and I spent the
next ten minutes watching her prepare my breakfast with her hands
cuffed. When she had finished successfully I pulled her onto my lap
and said, "Feed me."

It was extremely sexy watching her lift the fork to my mouth with her
hands bound together. That, together with her wiggling her ass on my
crotch almost made we rethink the guarantee I had given her earlier.

While she was feeding me, I was feeding her as well. When we were
done, I asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"

"I have lunch with Christine," she said, "but other than that I think
we're all open. Is there anything you wanted to do?"

"Well, I think you should call Jamie and see how she feels about
yesterday," I told her.

"OK," she said, "I'll go do that now."

It was fun watching her dial with her hands together. I seemed to be
having a lot of fun watching her do anything with her hands
bound. After she dialed the phone I grabbed her leash and had her lay
her head on my lap. I stroked her hair as she sat on her knees in
front of me and talked to Jamie.

"Hi Jamie, how are you feeling this morning?" Becky asked.

"I'm doing good," replied Jamie. "How are you?"

"Fabulous. Never better," said Becky.

"So you had a good night?" Jamie asked.

"You know I did," replied Becky. "You heard me. Your night didn't
sound so bad either! And my morning has been even better!"

"What happened this morning?" asked Jamie.

"I'll tell you the details another time, but suffice it to say that I
am completely satisfied and am now kneeling in front of him wearing
only a collar, leash and cuffs holding my hands together," described
Becky.

"Oh, really!" said Jamie. "I can't wait to hear the details! How are
you holding the phone if your hands are tied?"

"I can't believe that I just told you I have been completely
satisfied, I am bound and on my knees, and your first thought was how
I was holding the phone! Uncomfortably, you silly cow! But I didn't
call to talk about me. How do you feel about last night? Did we push
you too hard? Are you OK?"

"Mmmmm, yeah, I'm OK," said Jamie. "I have to admit it was a more
bizarre night that I am used to. The dinner was interesting enough,
but the after play drove me crazy. I know that I shouldn't say this,
but you have no idea how much I wanted to change places with you; how
much I wanted to be the one riding his cock while you were here making
do with a dildo."

"Oh, I would never allow that," said Becky.

"I know," said Jamie, "I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend. I was
just lonely."

"I know," said Becky, "but if you were going to be fucking him, I
would want to be right there to see both your faces."

"Becky!" shrieked Jamie. "How could you say that? I can't fuck your
boyfriend!"

"Why not?" asked Becky. "You certainly enjoyed kissing him last
night. And I just know he would love to fuck you! I guess it's too bad
he doesn't fuck on the first date."

"Then can I take you guys out on a date tonight?" Jamie blurted out.

"What?" shrieked Becky.

"I'm sorry," said Jamie. "I shouldn't have said that. It was
inappropriate."

"Why?" asked Becky. "You didn't have a good time on our date last
night?"

"Are you kidding?" replied Jamie. "Last night was the best date that
I've had in a while. Even though I wasn't fucked, at least you guys
didn't leave me high and dry!"

"Hold on a minute," said Becky. Then she turned to me and said, "Sir,
Jamie has asked us out on a second date for tonight. Can I accept?"

"I know you want this," I said. "Are you sure she does?"

"She's the one that asked!" Becky replied.

"Well, make sure that it is what she really wants," I told her. "If it
is, then you can accept."

"Jamie," Becky said back into the phone. "Were you serious. Do you
really want to take us out tonight?"

"Yes, I'm sure," said Jamie, determinedly.

"OK," said Becky. "We'll pick you up at eight. And wear something
sexy."

"I'll try," said Jamie, "but I don't think I could beat you for
sexiness."

"It's not a competition, you silly cow," Becky said. "We just both
have to look good so that we can keep his attention."

"I'll work on that," Jamie said. "I'll see you tonight."

After she put the phone down, Becky looked up at me and asked, "Do you
fuck on the second date?"

"Do you?" I countered.

"Sir, you know very well that I do whatever you tell me to. If you
want me to fuck Jamie on the second date, you know I will. Hell, if
you want me to fuck a stranger, I will."

"Well, I'm not asking for that, yet," I said. "Do you want me to fuck
her on our second date?"

"Only if she follows the rules," replied Becky.

"What rules?" I asked.

"The same rules that I have to follow, sir," explained Becky. "If she
is following the rules, than I would love to have you fuck her six
ways from Sunday."

"And if she is not. If I want to fuck her just to fuck her?" I asked.

"That is up to you, of course. But if she were following the rules I
would not be jealous of her at all. If she were not, I would be."

"Well, do you think she would want to follow the rules?" I asked.

"Oh, sir, I think she would. I think she would fit right in with
us. Think about it, sir. Wouldn't you love to have two slave girls at
your beck and call?"

"Are you sure you want her to be my slave, the same as you are? Would
you be the head slave?" I asked.

"Yes, sir, and no, sir," replied Becky. "I'd want her to be just like
me. I wouldn't want to be the head slave, and I wouldn't want her to
be the head slave. I want to be sister slaves with her."

"But I love you, Becky," I said. "I don't love her. How could you be
even in that scenario?"

"Sir, I know that Jamie has _liked_ you since she met you. If I were
not dating you she probably would have gone for you. I think she half
loves you already. And sir, I think that when you really get to know
her, you will love her as well."

"You want me to split my love between you?" I asked.

"You can't split love, sir!" Becky said. "When we have kids, do you
think that I will only be able to love one of them sir?"

"Whoa! Kids already?" I said with a grin.

"Don't worry, sir," Becky smiled back at me. "I'm not saying now, but
maybe one day?"

I kissed Becky. "And how will they feel about their slave mother and
their slave mother's slave sister?" I asked.

"Sir, I think we can work that out later," Becky told me.

"OK," I said. "Let me see if I got this. You want to go on a date with
Jamie. You think she will accept the same rules that you follow. Then
you want me to nail her?"

"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "I want you to nail her good! And then, if
you'd allow, I want to lick all your cum out of her, and then I want
to nail her too!"

"And you've never been with a woman before?" I asked.

"No, sir. But I soooo want to be with you and Jamie," she replied.

"Wow - have I mentioned how you blow my mind?" I asked her.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "And I think you like how I blow other parts
of you as well."

"Come here, you shameless hussy!" I said, and I pulled her into a kiss
with her leash. At the same time, I slipped a finger into her pussy,
noting that it was fairly wet.

"You have to go get ready for your first date today," I said. "I have
no clue how you are planning to fit Christine into all of this, and
frankly, it scares me a little!"

"Oh, sir," Becky giggled at me, "don't you worry. We'll all take
_very_ good care of you."

"That's what I'm worried about!" I replied.

I took her to the bedroom and took off the dog collar and replaced it
with the nice collar, though I did not put the leash on. Then I
unclipped her hands and told her, "OK, go get ready. You'll keep on
the collar and cuffs when you go out, though I won't hook them
together. Have fun with Christine."

"Oh, sir," said Becky. "Going out in public with a collar and cuffs is
going to embarrass me so much! I'm going to be soooo wet. I'll have
fun with Christine, and I promise I won't commit to anything with her
without your permission."

"OK," I said. "I have to run out on some errands as well, so I'll see
you later in the day. Remember, we have to pick Jamie up by eight
tonight. I love you Becky."

"I love you too, sir," Becky said, and we kissed and went our separate
ways.

+++++

While Becky had lunch with Christine, I went out shopping. Some of the
things that Becky had said had me thinking about some kinks that might
appeal to her, so I hit a costume shop. After I was finished, I came
home and hid the items, and then relaxed for a while. I figured
between Becky this morning, and Becky and Jamie tonight, I would need
the rest. If this kept up, I was going to have to talk to my doctor
about getting some Viagra.

Becky came home around four. She was very bubbly and cheerful. "I
assume that the lunch went well?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. Very well. I had a really nice time," said Becky.

"Well, take off your clothes, sit down with me and tell me about it,"
I told her.

When Becky was nude, she came over and kissed me. She then reached
into the pocket of her discarded dress and pulled something out and
handed it to me. I unfolded it and it was some silky
panties. "Christine's?" I asked.

"Yup!" Becky said.

"You know, for a home where women do not wear underwear, I am
certainly building up quite a collection!" I said.

"Maybe we should frame them, sir, and hang them down the hallway, with
little captions under them. You know, 'Last pair of panties Becky
wore', and 'First pair of panties we convinced Jamie to remove' and
'First pair of panties we removed forcibly from Christine' and," Becky
continued, pointing to the panties in my hand, "'Last pair of panties
Christine wore'."

"Mmmmm," I said, "definitely a conversation piece. It'll be especially
fun when your mother comes to visit."

That set Becky off laughing hysterically. When she got her breath back
I asked, "Now are you going to tell me about your date, or do I have
to spank you?"

"Can't we do both?" Becky responded, smiling at me. I grabbed her and
yanked her across my lap and gave her four hard spanks, two on each
cheek. Then I dipped my finger sharply into her asshole.

"Now you start telling me the story or I'm going to stop this," I told
her.

"Oh, don't stop sir!" she said. "I'll tell you!"

"Good. Begin," I said as I slipped my finger out of her ass, slapped
her ass another couple of times, and dipped another finger into her
wet pussy.

"First I went to the store to pick her up," started Becky. "When I got
there she was waiting on a customer, but as soon as she was free I
grabbed her, gave her a hug and a deep kiss, right there in public!
You would have been so proud of me sir!" I demonstrated my pride by
flicking her clit and making her moan.

"She grabbed her things and we went out. I asked her where we were
eating and she told me Chez Philippe. You know I love it and it's so
upscale! We went in and got a table. Unfortunately, it was not nearly
as private as I wanted, but I managed.

"Since I had gotten to the store, Christine had seemed really
nervous. I told her to calm down, and asked why she was so nervous; we
were just going to be eating lunch. She told me that she was very
nervous and she really liked me and she didn't want to scare me off. I
told her I don't scare easy. I said that she should tell me about her,
maybe that would calm her down.

"So as young as she looks, she's been out of school for two years. It
turns out she doesn't just work in the boutique; she owns it! Her
parents are well off and they gave her the seed money to start it, but
she is doing very well and making a nice profit.

"I asked her about significant others and she said that she had a
boyfriend but she broke up with him last week. Can you think of
anything that happened last week that might have caused her to break
up with him, sir?"

"Did she say she broke up with him for you?" I asked.

"No, sir. She said they had been drifting apart and he didn't excite
her anymore. But I think I can read a little into it. She is looking
for more excitement, and I know a person or two or three that might be
able to provide it! I asked if she has had a lot of boyfriends and she
said a few, and a couple of girlfriends too. I'm sorry to say that I
won't be her first girl, sir.

"Then I told her a little about me, how we met, and things like
that. She asked about how you control me, and I told her that was
recent. I explained a little about it - I actually told her more
personal things than I even have to Jamie.

"I asked what she thought of you and she said that she didn't know you
too well, but you seemed nice. I pointed out that she didn't know me
that well either! She blushed at that. As we were finishing lunch, I
got down to brass tacks.

"'So, you wanted a lunch date. Here I am. Did you really just want to
be friends?' I asked her. She was so cute. She blushed. She couldn't
meet my eye. She stammered and stuttered. Finally, she said, 'No,
that's not all.'

"So I asked her what she wanted, and she said, 'I'm not sure. I just
know that since the first time I saw you I haven't stopped thinking
about you. I've never felt this way before. I mean, I liked you at the
beginning, and wanted to see you again, but after the incident in the
dressing room I really can't get you out of my mind! I don't know what
is wrong with me. I know you have a boyfriend, but I want you so
much!'

"I was actually a little shocked to hear her say that in such strong
terms. I knew she liked me, but I didn't realize how much. I didn't
want to hurt her, but I couldn't be her girlfriend, so I figured I'd
just push ahead with my plan.

"I exaggerated and fibbed a bit, but here's what I told her. 'I have a
boyfriend. What you don't know is I also have girlfriend, and that
fills my friend dance-card.' She looked devastated, but I said, 'There
may be a way'. When she heard that she said 'How? Please, I'll do
anything. Tell me what I can do!'

"I told her that I wasn't in the market for a boy or girl friend, but
I was looking for a completely obedient slave. Sir, you should have
seen her expression! Her mouth completely fell open. She looked
stunned. She had to drink some water before she could continue. 'What
do you mean, a slave?'

"That's when I went for the kill. I leaned in real close to her, so
that our lips were almost touching, and I looked in her eyes. I said,
'I am looking for a little girl just like you, someone who will do
absolutely everything that I tell them to, no matter how dirty or
filthy.' I put my hand on her legs and started running them up and
down. 'I want someone who will bathe me, who will cook for me, who
will lick my pussy till I scream. I want someone that I can spank when
I am angry. I want someone who will suck the cum out of my ass after I
get fucked there. I want someone to own.'

"I gave her a little kiss on the lips then, and I'll swear that she
came a little when I did. I leaned back and looked at her. Her eyes
were closed and she was breathing heavily. I just watched her for a
minute, and she just stayed there. Finally she opened her eyes and
looked at me. She appeared to be on the verge of tears.

"'I don't know what to say!' she said. 'I want you so bad. What you
are asking is so wrong, but I want to so much! I don't understand
it. I'm so confused. Just tell me what to do, please!'

"I asked her if she wanted me to explain the whole situation. I told
her that I have a master. Ouch! Sir, I'm sorry, but I thought that it
was easier to just say that then explain the trial period. I told her
about you, and how I was a slave. I told her that I had another girl
that would also be a slave to you. And I said that if she wanted, she
could be my slave.

"I explained to her that since you owned me, anything that I had
belonged to you as well, and so you would have full rights over
her. In fact, I told her that we couldn't do anything more together
until you broke her in first.

"Then I explained about Jamie, and how she would not own Christine,
but that she would have certain privileges over her as well. And then
I explained that I would own her. I would control every aspect of her
life. I said I wasn't interested in her business, but that she would
have to obey me in everything else.

"I could tell that she was scared and nervous. Even so, I told her I
wanted her panties, right now. I did what you did to me, sir. I made
her take them off right there and put them on the table. I didn't let
the busboy take them away, though. I wanted them for you. I told her
that was all that we would talk about for now. I told her to think
about it; think about what she wanted.

"I told her that if she wanted to be just friends, she should call me
and let me know, and we could still get together occasionally. But if
she wanted more, if she wanted to be my slave, she should deliver all
her underwear to me, because she wouldn't be wearing them any more.

"Then I gave her another kiss and I told her, 'Let's just have fun for
the rest of this date.' We had dessert, we talked about other things,
and then we went for a long walk. I really like her, and if she can't
wrap her mind around it, I'd still like to be her friend."

The whole time she was talking I was playing with her gently, around
her ass and pussy, sometimes dipping my fingers in. I could tell the
points in the story that got her really excited. My lap was quite wet.

"Do you think that you pushed her a little hard?" I asked. "You sort
of sprung it on her out of the blue. You might have lost her."

"Maybe," Becky said, "but I don't think so. I'll be sad if it doesn't
work out, but I really think that she will come around. I hope I
didn't disappoint you sir."

"Baby, this is your project. I am happy with just you. If we get Jamie
to go along with your grand plan: great. If you get Christine:
great. If I end up with only you, I will be equally thrilled!"

"Oh, sir. You say the nicest things," said Becky, and she jumped up
and straddled my lap. We made out for a while, with Becky grinding on
my lap.

"Well, if you expect me to be up for anything tonight," I said, "there
is no way that I can fuck you now, but you look like you need the edge
taken off!" And I flipped her over onto her back, dropped off the
couch and dove in. I licked her and sucked on her pussy lips and clit
for just a few minutes before she popped explosively.

"Oh, sir! I soooo needed that. Thank you!" Becky said as she licked my
face off.

We stayed snuggling on the couch until it was time to start getting
ready for our date.



We got to Jamie's apartment right at eight o'clock. When she opened
the door, I knew that the girls had been talking. "OK, both of you
against the wall," I said. They lined up side-by-side. Both were
wearing short black skirts, slit almost to the hip. And both had on
tight v-neck tops. Becky's was red, and Jamie's was blue. In addition
to being tight, they were fairly thin.

I reached up and ran my fingertips across Becky's nipples. She
flinched, and her nipples popped out. You could make out every bump
and dot through her shirt. "Aren't you going to test me?" Jamie asked.

I looked up at her and reached up to her tits. Instead of the quick
stroke I gave Becky, I squeezed her nipples tightly. She closed her
eyes, and when I looked at her nipples, they were in the same state as
Becky's.

"You girls do realize that you are practically indecent, don't you?" I
asked.

"Yes, sir!" they answered in unison.

"Well, as long as you're happy with it, I'm happy. Ready to go,
ladies?"

"Yes, sir!" they repeated.

"After you," I said. As they walked towards the front door, I watched
their asses swaying in front of me. Was I lucky, or what?

We joked around on the way to the restaurant. When we got there, the
girls each took an arm, Becky on my right again, Jamie on the
left. Every eye in the place was on me - OK, maybe that was my ego
talking. I think every eye in the place was on the girls. If I weren't
between them, my eyes would be on them as well.

The waiter sat us at a table. I sat with my back to the wall, with a
woman on either side of me. I could see out to the rest of the room,
so I got to look at everyone else staring at my ladies.

After we got drinks, I asked Jamie, "So, you enjoyed our first date?"

"Yes, I did," she responded. "I was a little disappointed about the
way it ended, but the rest of it was nice."

"Well, I know what Becky would like," I said to Jamie. "But lets talk
about you. I don't think you tend to date couples much. We've known
each other for a long time, and I think we are good friends. Clearly,
you are much better friends with Becky. We could go out as friends any
time. Why did you want a date with us?"

Jamie looked at Becky for support, then said, "I guess I was
curious. When Becky started this, I thought that she was crazy. But
she is having a blast, and I have to admit that both of you are
happier than I have ever seen you. Plus, I am having fun when I am
with you."

"But how far do you want to take this?" I asked.

"Farther than this," she replied.

"Have you talked to Becky about the future?" I asked.

"Not really," she said, "though I am _very_ curious about what Becky
meant when she said she would have a discussion with you in a few
weeks and then become your slave. In fact, I'd like to know the whole
story - what your plans are."

I looked over at Becky and said, "I think this is up to you here. Tell
her what your plans are, and don't leave anything out."

"Everything, sir?" she asked.

"It may scare her away, but she should make an informed
decision. Plus, it seems your day for scaring pretty girls." I said.

"Now _you_ are scaring me," Jamie said to me. "What plans?" she asked
Becky.

"OK, here goes," said Becky. "Jamie, I told you a lot of this already,
but you were probably too stunned to really understand. You know that
he wanted to break up with me and I wouldn't let him. He gave me
thirty days to prove myself."

Becky looked at me with a smile and said, "I like to think I am doing
a pretty good job. But here's the deal, Jamie. It's not what I want. I
want to be his slave. I want him to own me. This morning he cuffed me
and collared me, and I came harder than ever. I want to know that I
belong to him. I want to do anything to make him happy."

"I guess I knew that," said Jamie. "I could tell that. It just seems
weird to hear it out of your mouth. But I understand why you feel that
way."

"There's more, though," said Becky.

"More?" asked Jamie.

"Yes, two more things," said Becky. "First, I told you about this
woman I met that I felt up? I'm going to make her my slave."

"What!" shrieked Jamie.

"She wants me, and I want her," Jamie said. "I'm going to own her the
same way that I am owned. She hasn't agreed to it yet, but I know she
will."

"I can't believe you, Becky. How did you get this way? You are soooo
different than you were!"

"It's true, I am different," agreed Becky. "I'd like to say that he
made me this way, but it wouldn't be true. He pointed me in the right
direction, but I took it from there."

"Boy, is that ever the truth," I said.

"What do you mean by that?" Jamie asked me.

"Well," I replied, "I know that it looks like I'm in charge, and
sometimes I am, but I feel like I've got a pet tiger in Becky, and I'm
just barely holding on by the tail. I might be in charge, but there is
no question that she is in the lead. I love the girl, but she is a
handful."

Becky practically jumped me. She shrieked and put her arms around my
shoulders and started kissing my face. "Oh, sir. That's the sweetest
thing. I love being your pet tiger."

I let her kiss me for a few more seconds, then placed her firmly back
in her seat and said, "There is still more for you to tell."

"Yes, sir," she said, and then she went on for Jamie. "So I will have
a master, and I will have a slave, but I want more. I want someone
that I don't control, who doesn't control me. I want someone that will
also take care of my master. I want someone that I can love, that he
can love, and can love us back. I want an equal in this relationship."

Becky paused, and Jamie looked confused. Then, light dawned. She
looked at both of us nervously. "Me?" she squeaked.

"Yes, you!" affirmed Becky. "I already love you. You absolutely cannot
tell me you are not hot for him. You had no trouble with two of the
rules last night, and you came back for more. He told me to be honest,
so I will." Becky leaned forward so her face was right near
Jamie's. "I am pursuing you. I am courting you. I want you. I want you
to have part of what I have." She leaned forward further and gave
Jamie a little kiss. "I want you to be his slave. I want you to be my
sister slave."

Jamie didn't say anything. She took a drink, and sat there, staring at
Becky. Finally, she seemed to shudder and put herself back
together. She looked at Becky and said, "I should be running away
screaming, you know. I don't know what I was thinking when I went out
on dates with two people at the same time, a couple no less, and my
best friend.

"You seem to have very good reasons for doing what you are doing,
Becky. I don't have those reasons. I don't have any reason at
all. Which is why I cannot understand why I am still sitting here. Why
a voice in my head is yelling 'go for it!' at me. You have all the
answers, why don't you tell me? Why should I even consider this? Why
am I even considering this?"

Becky smiled broadly. She grabbed Jamie and hugged her. "Well, I don't
know why exactly, but I can think of a few reasons. First, you love
me. Second, even though you won't admit it, I know you have had a
crush on him forever, and don't even _think_ of denying it." Jamie
looked quickly at me then lowered her eyes, blushing.

"You want to be with him, and you know this is the only way it will
happen. Third, you are curious. You wonder what it would be like to be
a slave. Fourth, I think deep down, you'd like to be with me. And
finally, you were always a little wild and crazy and outside the
lines, and I think the unorthodoxy of the whole situation just tweaks
your buttons!

"But I need to tell you one thing first. Don't do it just because you
want him, or even if you want me. You can have him anyway. I've
already decided that he deserves more pussy, and I'm going to get him
some. Even if I had never wanted you as my sister slave, I would have
offered him to you, or you to him. And you can have me as well,
without becoming a slave. But I really think it will be so much better
if you do."

Everyone was quiet for a few minutes. "Well," I said into the silence,
"That was the hard sell. At least this wasn't sprung on you quite as
suddenly as Becky sometimes does, but I know it's a shock. Just think
about it, and we'll talk about it more on our next date. Meanwhile,
let's just have some fun tonight."

"Well, I think I'd really like to hear more," said Jamie. "I want to
know what I am getting myself into if I do this."

"OK then Becky, you'd better tell her what it's like, from your
perspective," I told Becky.

"All right," Becky began, "first there are the rules. Rule 1, you must
respect and obey him in all things. That means calling him sir, until
you are a slave, and then you can call him master."

"But not all the time," I interrupted. "Sir will continue working in
many circumstances. I don't know if I can take master this and master
that all the time."

"Obeying him should be fairly self-explanatory," Becky continued. "You
just have to do whatever he tells you. I try and do whatever he wants,
even if he doesn't tell me."

"Even if I don't know I want it?" I asked her slyly.

"Well, sir," she responded, "You are a man. You can't be expected to
know what you want! As I was saying, you must obey him, or you will be
punished, but that is Rule 3, and I'll get to that.

"Rule 2 is that you must take care of your body. Your body will be
his, and he hates it when you are unhappy with anything of his, so
you'll have to be happy with your body. He got me a personal trainer,
and I'm sure he'll do the same for you. He wants you to be happy with
yourself." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Rule 3, punishment. He will punish you as he sees fit, when he sees
fit. Maybe even in a cab in front of your best friend!"

"I'm not sure how I much punishment I can take," Jamie said.

"Well, we'll find out tonight," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Last night you agreed to abide by rules 1 and 3. You both disobeyed
rule 1 when you started fucking before I got to the count of
three. Therefore, you, and Becky, will be punished tonight."

"Yes, sir!" said Jamie with a nervous grin.

"Rule 4," continued Becky, "is that in the house you may wear only
pre-approved clothes. I have two things pre-approved so far - you've
seen both. The white skirt and the apron."

"There will be a third for you soon," I said.

"Oh, goodie!" said Becky. "Rule 5 I think you'll like. You have to cum
as often and as loudly as you can. You can't hold back. It's my
favorite rule, and I've been following it religiously! Rule 6 is that
I have to track the punishments he gives and report when I deserve to
be punished. So far, that's all the rules, but he likes dropping new
ones on me whenever he likes.

"Oh wait! I forgot another rule, probably because he didn't number it
for me. Call it Rule 7. I have to clean his cock off after he cums, no
matter what."

"That's _not_ what I said," I clarified. "Every time I cum in her
mouth or cunt she has to clean me off with her mouth. It was her
choice to do the same after I came in her ass."

"You lick his cock after it's been in your ass?" Jamie asked,
scandalized.

"Yes!" Becky said. "It's OK, because every morning I give myself an
enema and lube myself up so that I know he won't have any problems
fucking my ass."

"You do that every day?" asked Jamie.

"Yes!" responded Becky. "You can't imagine how hot it gets me just
thinking that I am ready for him. That any time he wants, he can bend
me over and shove his cock into any orifice of mine, with absolutely
no preparation. Sometimes I play with myself just thinking about it!"

"Boy, you are not the Becky I thought I knew!" said Jamie.

"That's what I keep telling her!" I said, exasperated. "Every time I
think I am getting comfortable with her, she drops to a new level of
perversity and depravity. Boy, do I just love it!"

"So, are those all the rules?" Jamie asked me.

"For now," I said. "As Becky told you, there will probably be
more. You have to understand that I have no experience doing this. I
am flying by the seat of my pants, usually chasing Becky
somewhere. (sigh) At least the tiger I have to hold on to has such a
beautiful tail.

"Everything we do is an experiment. If one of us doesn't like it, it
greatly reduces, though doesn't eliminate, the probability of us doing
it again. For instance, I probably would not spank Becky so much and
so hard if she didn't cum so damn often when I did it.

"I keep pushing and pushing, but so far I haven't found Becky's
limits. Another time Becky can sit down with you and go over the
things we've done and tell you how she feels about it, but for now,
let me talk about the trial period.

"I have two goals for this trial period. First, I am seeing if Becky
will stay the new Becky, my tiger, or go back to being the old
Becky. Frankly, she's already convinced me. I don't think she would go
back if I wanted to."

"Oh, sir!" Becky screamed, and attacked the inside of my throat with
her tongue. She practically climbed into my lap. "Thank you for
believing in me! And you're right, I won't go back to being that
person!"

When I had settled Becky back down I continued. "The second point of
the trial period is to set limits, if I can find any. I told Becky,
and I'll tell you, I will be pushing harder this month than ever
again. I have done things to embarrass her, things that she would
never think of doing, and I'll keep doing them. I want not to just see
what her limits are, but to push them beyond what she thought they
were."

I smiled at Becky. "Of course, she insists on making it harder for me
by pushing where even I wouldn't have thought to go. For instance,
finding me another woman. Or more than one. If you decide to do this,
I'd suggest watching out for her more than me.

"So that's where we stand. Though Becky might disagree, I don't want
to push you. Think about it. Think about it a lot. It is a fairly
major commitment, even though you are free to back out at any
time. Think about the things Becky might not have thought of.

"For instance, how did your friends treat her? What are they going to
think if you join us? What is your family going to think of the
arrangement, assuming they find out? Becky insists on being
permanently marked as mine. Is that something you will feel
comfortable about, or not?

"And I want you to understand that if Becky decides to do something
above and beyond what I require, that does not mean that you have to
as well. For instance, if she chooses to wear a tattoo to symbolize my
ownership of her, that doesn't mean you will have to as well. I will
mark you, but not necessarily in a permanent fashion.

"So, that all having been said, do you have any questions?"

"Ummm, not right now," Jamie said. "My mind is sort of spinning. Let
me think about it."

"OK," I said, "and if you have any questions, you can either ask me or
Becky, and we'd be happy to answer. Now, however, as this is our
second date, would you like to join us at our apartment for a
nightcap?" I asked with a little leer.

Jamie straightened up a little and said, "I think I would like that,
sir."

We left the restaurant and went home. As soon as we walked in the
door, Becky stripped her clothes off. As soon as she was naked she
dropped to her knees with her legs spread and her hands behind her, in
position. Jamie looked at Becky, then at me.

"That is not required of you," I said.

"I'm not sure I'm ready yet," Jamie told me.

"That's OK," I said. "Becky can be a little much for anyone. Since she
was so eager to get into position, she can stay there for a
while. Come with me."

We went to the couch, and I took her in my arms. "I seem to remember a
kiss from last night that I really enjoyed. Maybe we can repeat it?"

She moved into me, and we started kissing and making out. I wrapped my
arms around her, slipped my hands under her shirt in the back and ran
my hands up and down her back. Slowly, some of the underlying tension
that Jamie had was released, and as we continued kissing, she melted
into my arms.

Jamie started working her hands on my front, unbuttoning my shirt and
running her fingers along my stomach and chest. I meanwhile worked one
hand so that I was stroking it up and down the outside of her thigh,
while my other hand started moving around to cup her breast. As I held
it in my hand, I realized that it was slightly larger than Becky's. I
tweaked her nipple a little bit, and she moaned into my mouth.

I took my mouth off of hers and worked it to her ear. As I was licking
at her earlobe, I started whispering to her. "Do you want me to fuck
you?"

"Oh, yes!" she replied.

"Do you mind if I mess with Becky at the same time?" I whispered.

"How?" she moaned.

"I want her to watch us," I explained. "She pushed us to do this, but
I think she expected to be involved. I want to show her that she is
not in charge. I want her to watch, from close up, but not
participate."

"So it's all for me?" she groaned.

"Right now. Later, we'll see," I told her.

"Please, yes, just fuck me," she cried.

I sat up and called out, "Becky. Come here now," as I pointed to a
spot in front of the couch. She resumed her position where I
pointed. Her pussy was glistening, and she was panting.

I pulled Jamie onto my lap, facing away from me. I slowly pulled up
her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts to Becky. I reached over and
started rubbing them, playing with the nipples, extending them and
releasing them. It was getting both Becky and Jamie worked up.

Then I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pushed
it down. I soon had a very naked Jamie sitting on my lap. I swung her
legs over mine and spread my legs, so that her legs were completely
spread, and her pussy exposed, right in front of Becky. I kept my left
hand playing with her tits, while I moved my right hand down and
slipped a finger through her pussy lips.

While I was rubbing the juices around her pussy, I whispered to her,
"After we got into the cab last night, Becky and I licked my finger
off, the one I had put into your cunt. You are delicious, you know."
Jamie's only response was to moan incoherently. I took the finger out
of her pussy and brought it to my lips. "Even better fresh," I said.

As I moved the finger down again, I saw Becky's hands inching
forward. "No playing with yourself, Becky!" I announced. She moved her
hands back behind her as Jamie opened her eyes to look at Becky.

When I slipped my finger back into Jamie, Becky asked, "Can I cum if I
don't touch myself?"

"Of course. Remember rule 5. And you remember it too, Jamie," I said,
as I moved my thumb onto her clit.

Jamie yelled, "I remember!" and exploded on my lap. Her head snapped
back and just barely missed slamming my face. Her legs stretched out
in front of her, and my hand felt like it had been put under a faucet.

After she unlocked her body, I held my drenched hand up to Jamie and
said, "Looks like you made me a mess. Care to clean it off?"

She looked back at me, winked, and said, "Yes, sir! If I obey rule
number five, it's only fair to also follow seven!" She started licking
at my fingers, then sucking them like they were a cock. Soon she had
my hand fairly clean. I looked over at Becky, and she was staring at
us with glazed eyes. There was actually a little puddle forming under
her legs. Even given everything that happened in the past week, I
can't remember ever seeing her this turned on.

When Jamie was done with my hand, I whispered, "Strip me." She
practically jumped out of my lap, turned around to straddle me, and
ripped my shirt off. Then she dropped between my knees and started
working my pants off. As soon as she had me nude she slurped up my
cock. Her first move shoved it deep into her mouth, then she grabbed
it and started licking like a lollipop. I let her continue blowing me
for a while, unable to help but compare her to Becky. They had
different styles, but were remarkably similar in effect. I actually
had a lovely thought of what it would feel like when both of them did
it together, each in their own style.

I immediately stopped thinking that, as it was putting me too close to
the edge. Instead, I stopped her and pulled her onto the couch. This
time, I got down between her legs and I finally got to taste her sweet
juices direct from the source. As soon as I stuck my tongue in she
started writhing like she was having a seizure. When I moved my tongue
to her clit and a finger in her cunt, she started gasping and
clenching at my finger. When I moved my pinky around her asshole, she
screamed, "Nooooo!" and came.

Now Becky certainly gets wet when she cums, but Jamie was a
squirter. I had never experienced that before, and it was an event. My
face was drenched. I loved it.

I didn't let Jamie come down too much from this orgasm. First, I
turned to Becky, who was only about a foot away from the action. I
took my hand that was covered in Jamie's cum and spread it across
Becky's face. Then I kissed Becky on the lips with mine, which were
likewise covered in Jamie's juices. As I turned back to Jamie I saw
Becky licking her lips and as far up her face as she could get.

Meanwhile, I picked Jamie up and moved her. I sat myself on the couch
so that when I stretched my legs out, they went on either side of
Becky. I then had Jamie straddle me, and she put her pussy right over
my upright cock.

 From Becky's position, she had a perfect view of my cock sinking into
her best friend, until she was seated on me, my cock out of view. "I'm
cumming, sir!" I heard Becky cry. I looked around Jamie, as she looked
back over her shoulder. Sure enough, Becky was shaking in orgasm, her
hands nowhere near her pussy. I think that it was the first time in
her life that Becky came spontaneously, without being touched at all,
but then again, she has never before been this close to watching two
people she loved fucking each other.

As Becky finished her orgasm, Jamie turned back to me and started
moving up and down my cock. I grabbed her head and kissed her,
enjoying the feel of a new pussy clenched around my cock. Now I
haven't fucked that many women, so maybe I'm not experienced enough,
but while I can feel the difference between pussies, I cannot begin to
explain the way that they feel different. All I know is that they all
feel fabulous wrapped around my cock.

Jamie continued slowly riding up and down me, while I pulled her ass
open, giving Becky a complete view of our coupling. She had continued
kissing me, when all of a sudden she pulled her face away from mine
and stared in my eyes, her mouth dropping open. "She's licking my
asshole!" Jamie whispered to me. Just then I felt Becky's tongue touch
where we were joined.

I looked around Jamie and ordered, "Becky, sit back now!" Becky jumped
back, looking confused. "I didn't give you permission to do that. If
you move again until I tell you to, I will tie you to the bed, and
Jamie and I will spend the next 12 hours fucking every which way on
top of you, covering you with fluids, and never helping you get off!

"Do you know why I am not letting you participate?" I asked Becky.

"No, sir!" she responded.

"You need to understand that as much as I let you get away with, I am
in charge, not you! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" she replied.

"Now you sit and watch as I fuck your best friend for the first
time. Watch as she cums, and you don't. And think about all the things
that I will let you do to her in just a little while. OK?"

"Yes, sir! Thank you sir! I'm sorry, sir!" Becky said.

I turned back to Jamie and kissed her again, as she started moving on
me again. She whispered to me, "It was a surprise, but it felt good
when she did that. Maybe you could have her do it again?"

I laughed at her, but shook my head. "No, this time is just between me
and you. But I promise, she will lick you till you scream,
later. Meanwhile, maybe this will help." With that, I took a finger
and got it very wet with our combined juices. Then I started probing
around her asshole with it, until I finally poked it in, just to the
first knuckle.

"Oh!" she cried, and started rubbing her front against me to stimulate
her clit. She must have succeeded, because in just a minute she was
cumming like a freight train. Another difference between Jamie and
Becky is that when Jamie cums, she seizes up, becoming completely
stiff. Inside, she clenches down hard. If she wasn't as wet as she
was, I wouldn't be able to move, but I was able to, and the pressure
became too much as I shot off inside of her.

It took a minute, but she eventually unclenched, and her body dropped
onto mine as if all her bones had disappeared. She was breathing hard
onto my neck, moaning softly.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I am fabulous," she replied. "If I were any better, I'd be
dead. Thank you, that was wonderful," and she picked her head up and
kissed me lightly on the lips before dropping her head back onto my
chest. We lay there for a few moments, and my cock started shrinking.

"Sir?" I heard Becky query.

"Yes, Becky?" I responded.

"May this unworthy girl request the privilege of cleaning off your
lovely cock?" she asked.

I couldn't help but smile at the pleading in her voice. I couldn't
wait till later to review the tape of this and watch her face. And
wouldn't Jamie be surprised to see herself on tape?

"Yes, Becky, you may clean me off," I told her happily.

"Oh, thank you sir!" she exclaimed. I was nearly out of Jamie anyway,
and when Becky took hold of my cock, it popped out. I could feel our
juices seeping out of Jamie, but she barely moved on my chest. Becky
started licking all around my cock and up and down the sides.

Jamie giggled and said, "Her hair is tickling my pussy!"

I whispered back, "Soon, that won't be the only thing of Becky's
tickling you." Jamie moved up and kissed me passionately.

In just a few short moments, Becky was done with me. She then asked,
"Sir, may this unworthy girl request the privilege of cleaning off
Jamie?"

Jamie looked at me with a smile, but I shook my head. "No, Becky, you
may not. Another time, perhaps, but the first time you eat Jamie I
want you to do it just to eat her, not to taste me. Everybody up,
we're going to take a shower."

Becky jumped up, but Jamie groaned as she got up. Nonetheless, we all
herded one another to the shower. Becky started it up and got some
extra dry towels. I got into the shower and pulled Jamie after me.

"Becky, wash Jamie's hair," I instructed. I faced Jamie towards me and
started washing her arms and hands. Then I worked up to her neck, then
around her face. I took a little time off of cleaning to kiss her some
more, and then I assisted Becky with Jamie's hair. Then I moved down
and cleaned off Jamie's delightful breasts.

Becky rinsed off Jamie's hair and I rinsed off her front. "Do her back
now," I told Becky. While Becky was rubbing soap into Jamie's back, I
knelt down in front of her. For the first time, I got a taste of her
tits. I licked around the outside. I sucked on her nipples. I bit. I
played. I enjoyed myself.

Around back, Becky had shifted from simple washing to a deep massage,
and Jamie was enjoying the feelings front and back. Finally, it was
time to move on. "Do the backs of her legs," I told Becky, as I
started up the front. I got Jamie to spread her legs, and I worked my
hands up the inside of her thighs. I rubbed soap around her crotch,
then sprayed off her legs and directed a nice pulsating spray right at
her clit.

Although Jamie really liked the showerhead, it was time for the next
step. Becky had made her way up Jamie's legs and was now
cleaning/massaging her ass. I dipped my head down and started nibbling
at Jamie's pussy lips. Then I reached through her legs and got one of
Becky's hands. I took her finger, and inserted it into Jamie's pussy,
while I went to work on her clit with my mouth and tongue.

As Jamie was getting closer, I replaced my tongue with a finger while
I latched onto her tits, alternating between them. Jamie started
moaning louder and louder, yelling, "Do me harder. Fuck me. Bite my
tits!" I obliged, as did Becky, and within moments Jamie was cumming.

As Jamie came, I stood back up and started kissing her. Becky also
stood up and wrapped an arm around her from the back, fondling one of
her tits. I could tell that her other hand was still exploring the
depths of Jamie's pussy. While I kissed Jamie on the mouth, Becky was
kissing her neck and ears. I released Jamie's mouth to reach back and
kiss Becky.

"Let's get our date to bed," I told Becky. She got out of the shower
and got a towel for Becky. We rubbed her down, then dried ourselves,
and then we all went to bed. I lay Jamie right in the center, and I
sat near her head.

"Are you ready to have your first woman eat you out?" I asked Jamie.

"It won't actually be my first," Jamie said.

"You bitch!" shrieked Becky. "I'm your best friend. How can you not
have told me?"

"I'm sorry," said Jamie. "It was a short term thing and I was
embarrassed afterwards."

"You've got some explaining to do! But right now, I'm ready to eat my
first woman," said Becky, "and I know I will not be embarrassed
afterwards. Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong." And Becky went
down on Jamie. She spent time exploring, licking all around. She
licked from Jamie's asshole to her clit. She tongued around her pussy
and then slipped it in.

"You're right, sir," Becky said looking up at me. "She is delicious. I
could get quite addicted to this."

"I intend to see that you do," I replied, smiling down at the two of
them.

As Becky had her fun, I explored Jamie's upper body with my fingertips
and my lips. Despite the numerous times that she had cum, Jamie seemed
ready to go again. Becky worked for about ten minutes before she had
Jamie screaming again.

After Jamie came, Becky looked up at me and said, "Do I cum as wet as
that?"

"Nope," I replied. "She is definitely a squirter."

"And definitely a keeper!" Becky answered.

"Now here is a quandary," I said to Becky. "When I lick you and you
mess up my face like that, you clean off my face with your tongue. So
who gets to clean off your face, me or Jamie?"

"Oh, sir!" cried Jamie. "Please let me do it!"

"Well, this time," I said, smiling. "But in the future I expect you to
share."

Jamie held her arms open and Becky crawled into them. Jamie started
licking Becky's face, but it soon devolved into a serious make out
session. At one point, Becky picked up her head, looked intently into
Jamie's eyes, and declared, "I love you Jamie. I love you now more
than I ever have before."

"I love you too, Becky," said Jamie, and the both started crying and
hugging.

It's funny, because I thought I was done for the night. I had cum
three times today, and the whole time I was watching Becky eat Jamie I
was turned on as can be, but I did not get hard. Watching them kiss
and declare their love, however, had me hard again.

Becky noticed it first. "Oooh, look!" she squealed. "A treat for
us. Who gets it this time?"

"Sir," Jamie said, "Becky hasn't been able to cum much at all
tonight. Can you do her?"

"I think so," I said. "But we can do one better. Jamie, put your head
over here." After Jamie complied, I told Becky to straddle her. Then I
sat back for a moment and watched Becky's first 69, and the first
girl/girl 69 I'd witnessed in person. The both looked like they were
enjoying themselves.

I then got some K-Y and lubed up my cock. I straddled Jamie's head,
and she grabbed my cock and aimed it at Becky's cunt. I pulled back
and pointed it up a little bit, and pressed it slowly into Becky's
ass. Jamie's tongue had stopped moving to watch this. "I can't believe
it's all going in your ass," she said to Becky.

"Ohhhh, its so good!" cried Becky. "Please lick me more!" Jamie went
back to work, though every now and then she pulled back to lick my
balls. I started really slamming Becky's ass as Jamie was biting on
her clit. Jamie also managed to worm a few fingers into Becky's
cunt. Soon Becky was screaming through her orgasm. I wasn't ready to
cum yet, so I didn't even slow down. Becky attacked Jamie's quim as
she came off of her orgasm, and soon they were both approaching
another orgasm.

They both popped pretty much simultaneously, and as they were going
off, Jamie slid back and stuck her tongue up between my
asscheeks. That set me off as well, and I slammed myself into Becky
and came deep in her ass.

We all stayed like that while we caught our breaths. Then Becky fell
forward, dragging her ass off my cock, which came out with a
pop. Jamie reached up with her head, and grabbed my cock in her mouth.

"You don't have to do that, you know, especially out of her ass," I
told Jamie.

She took her mouth off my cock and said, "With all due respect, sir, I
haven't agreed to obey you yet, so I'll do what I damn well please!"
And she sucked my cock back into her mouth and worked it until it was
squeaky clean.

She then amazed me even more when she grabbed Becky's hips and stuck
her tongue deep into her ass, drinking my cum out of her. "Oh sir!"
Becky cried, "She's licking my ass!"

Remembering what Becky had done earlier, I said, "What's good for the
goose is good for the other goose," and I lay down next to them to
watch Jamie go at it. Jamie finally got everything she wanted out of
Becky, and she gave her a final kiss on her clit. Becky then climbed
off and re-arranged us with me on one side, Jamie's ass spooned to my
cock, and Becky on the other side. A yummy Jamie sandwich.

As I nodded off to sleep, I thought, "Damn, I forgot to give them
their punishments!"




Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 9

*Sunday - Day 9*

As I woke up on Sunday morning, I thought back to last evening when
Jamie had first begun to suck me off. At the time, I had compared her
style to Becky's, and thought how nice it would be to have them both
do me at the same time. And now it was happening. I could feel two
tongues sliding up and down my cock, one on each side. Occasionally,
they would meet at the top for a kiss. They actually kissed each other
around the head of my cock. It was a weird and amazing feeling.

Soon they began taking turns, with one of them taking my cock in her
mouth while the other licked around my balls. Their styles were
different enough that I could tell Becky was on my right side and
Jamie was on the left. I could tell for sure when Becky took my cock
in her mouth, and Jamie dipped her tongue down as far as my
asshole. For someone who had expressed shock at Becky's licking my
cock off after being in her ass, Jamie seemed inordinately drawn to
asses.

I looked down and all I could see was a red head and a blonde fighting
over my cock. I leaned my head back and sighed with pleasure. When
Jamie took my cock back in her mouth, Becky said, "Sir, you said that
I could shave you this weekend. Can I do it now?" I guess she probably
felt that it would be easier to lick my balls if they were not covered
in hair. Since I know I love a naked pussy, I couldn't deny her a
naked cock.

"OK," I said. "Do you mind if I clean up a bit first?"

"No, sir," she replied, "but I'm not sure if I'll be able to detach
Jamie from your cock. I know! Jamie, if you stop doing that now, I'll
make sure it's you who gets his cum in her mouth when I'm done."

Jamie pulled off me slowly, until my cock came out of her mouth with a
pop. "OK, but I'm going to hold you to that," she told Becky.

I got up and went to the bathroom. They both joined me as I brushed my
teeth. I normally pee first, but they left me in a state where that
would be impossible, and I needed time to let it go down. As I
brushed, Becky was getting shaving supplies together. Finally I was
ready to pee, and Becky came over and said, "Please let me help, sir!"

Becky stood to the side of me and held my cock. She aimed for the
bowl, and did a pretty good job for a first time. She had to adjust
her aim a bit, but didn't make a mess at all. She even shook my dick
the way I do. Where she differed from me is that when she was done,
she dropped to her knees and licked the tip off and sucked the whole
thing in. She pulled off it and said, "All done, sir."

I smiled at her as she led me back to the bed. She laid me down and
set up a bowl, shaving cream, scissors, washcloths and a whole bunch
of disposable razors. I hadn't realized it would be such a huge
production. "How much of me are you expecting to shave?" I asked.

Becky grinned and said, "I need to make sure that my razors are always
sharp. You are pretty hairy, and I'll probably go through a lot of
razors before I'm done."

Becky started with the scissors. Now I trust Becky implicitly, but I
have to admit that seeing those scissors near my cock and balls, I was
a little nervous. I didn't say anything, but I must have shown
something, because Jamie said, "Don't worry. She would miss them more
than you if anything happened to them. She'll be careful."

"I don't know about that," I muttered. Nonetheless, I made no move to
stop her. In fact, I made absolutely no move at all, not wanting her
to slip. She quickly trimmed my hair down very short all around. One
good thing was immediately apparent: my cock looked bigger. Nothing
stokes a man's ego more than feeling his cock is bigger!

"Ready, sir?" Becky asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied.

Becky foamed on some shaving cream, and went to work. It took a long
time, and she did switch out razors quite often. It was especially
weird when she did my scrotum, pulling it out to do it. She even asked
Jamie to help. In some ways it was strangely clinical. All I could do,
however, is close my eyes and pray.

Becky did a very good job, only nicking me once. I use an electric
shaver on my face, and this was my first experience with a razor on
myself. When she was done with my cock and balls she had me turn over
and get on my hands and knees. Then she did the crack of my ass as
well! I am not a particularly hairy man, but I did have some hair
there. "This will be better for Jamie when she is licking you," Becky
said. I had my head facing Jamie, and when I looked up at her I could
see her blushing.

When she was done with my ass, Becky called Jamie over to help her
with the lotion. They both applied lotion to my ass and balls, using
both their hands and fingertips. During the whole time that I was
being shaved I was not hard, the blood all having run off, afraid of
the razor. While they were applying lotion, however, the blood started
returning to my cock. When they finished my ball sack and ass, they
had me turn over and applied the lotion to my pubic area. It seems
they felt that my cock also needed lotion, as they pumped their hands
up and down my cock, until it was fully hard.

"You can open your eyes now and look," said Becky. I stood up and went
to the mirror. It certainly looked bigger, almost scary, but it was
weird to me.

"It looks a little strange to me," I said. "But you girls tell me what
you think."

"I think it looks fabulous, sir, and I can't wait to get it in me!"
Becky said.

"I think it looks great too!" Jamie said. "But you did one thing
wrong, Becky. Go sit on the bed, sir."

I did as I was commanded as Becky cleared away the tools and Jamie
went to the bathroom. Jamie came back with a new wet washcloth and
proceeded to wipe the lotion off my cock and balls. "You silly girl!"
she said to Becky. "The lotion goes on after we get to taste him!"

With that, she bent over and took one of my balls into her
mouth. "Mmmm, no hair," she said.

"Let me have some of that!" Becky cried, and jumped into bed with
us. Soon both women were licking and sucking all around and on my
cock.

I was getting close when Becky told Jamie, "I'm sorry, but I have to
feel his shaved cock on my bald pussy!" She climbed onto me and
slipped her cunt over my cock. She was right; it felt amazing. I could
feel her skin rubbing against mine, and when the angle was right, I
even think I felt her clit.

"Oh! This is so good!" she said. Unfortunately, between the wake-up
blow-job, the fondling and the new feelings I was getting against my
shaved skin, I didn't last long at all. Even before she was ready I
was pumping my cum into her pussy.

"Hey!" cried Jamie when I had finished, "That's not fair! You promised
me that I'd get to eat his cum!"

"I always keep my promises," Becky said. She rolled off of me, spread
her legs, smiled up at Jamie and said, "Come and get it!"

Jamie smiled back and dove in between her legs. I needn't have worried
about Becky not getting off with me, because Jamie took care of that
in spades. After the third or fourth time Becky came, Jamie stopped
and said, "Delicious. I think I got all of it."

Becky laughed weakly and said, "You got all of it a long time ago. But
you feel free to search for more anytime you want!"

"It's still not fair!" Jamie said. "You both got off this morning, but
I didn't!"

"You're right," I said. I pulled her over and rolled on top of her. I
wasn't hard yet, but I spread both our legs and said, "Becky, get in
here and lick both of us!"

"Yes, sir!" Becky replied.

I started kissing Jamie, seriously making out with her, when I felt
Becky settle between our legs. I didn't feel anything on me, but I
could tell when she started licking Jamie by the change in her
kissing. Soon I felt Becky's tongue on my cock. She only did it for a
few seconds, and then the tongue was gone, but it was a real turn-on
knowing that it was just a few inches lower in Jamie's pussy.

In a surprisingly short time the combination of Jamie's kisses, her
tits pressed against my chest and Becky's light licks on my cock got
me hard again. Then Jamie started quivering in orgasm, and I got even
harder. Becky then took my whole cock in her mouth. Given the angle,
it was bent backwards almost painfully, but the angle also served to
turn me on even more.

Becky pulled my cock out of her mouth and pulled me back a
little. Then she placed the tip of my cock against Jamie's pussy and
pushed it in. She kept pushing until her hand no longer fit between
us, and then she reached behind and shoved my ass till I was
completely buried in Jamie. As I started moving in and out she tried
to lick where we were connected, but that wasn't working. I told her
to move out from between our legs.

After Becky was gone, I rolled over, managing to stay planted in
Jamie. Jamie started bouncing up and down on me, and I called Becky
over to me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her close to me. I kissed
her, and then held her head away so that I could look into her eyes.

"Do you realize that you just put your boyfriend's cock into your best
friend?" I asked her. "That you made me fuck her? Do you realize what
kind of slut that makes you?"

"Yes, sir!" she breathed. "It makes me a slut who just wants to please
her master. A slut who will do anything to make you happy! A slut who
will find women for you to fuck! A slut for you, sir!"

I kissed her again, hard, bruising her lips. "A slut that does make me
happy," I told her. "Now go kiss your best friend, and thank her for
allowing me to fuck her."

Becky jumped up and grabbed Jamie in a hug. "Thank you so much for
this. Thank you for fucking my boyfriend. I love you so much. Thank
you for making me happy!" she said, while kissing and hugging Jamie.

I grabbed Becky's hair again and pulled her down so that I could lick
her neck and ear. I whispered to her, "Do you remember what you tried
to do last night in the living room while I was fucking Jamie?"

"Yes, sir!" she replied.

"Go do it again, now, and do a good job!" I instructed.

When Becky moved away I started concentrating on Jamie. I pulled her
down so that I could lick and bite her tits. She seemed to really like
it when I bit her tits. As I was nibbling on her, I reached behind her
and pulled on her ass. I could feel Becky's hair as she settled in.

Jamie's eyes opened even wider and she said, "You made her do
that. You made her lick my ass!"

"I make her do a lot of fun things," I replied.

Jamie started kissing me hard. "When are you going to fuck my ass?"
she asked me.

"Not until you make a decision, one way or another," I told her. She
continued kissing me until she screamed her orgasm into my mouth. She
pulled back and flung her head up. I grabbed her and bit down on one
of her nipples while squeezing the other one hard. That caused her to
cum even harder. I eased off and just moved back and forth, sucking on
both her nipples. She might have cum, but I was not even close. As she
started coming down I felt Becky licking where we were joined.

When Jamie started moving again, I told her to stop and pulled her
off. I had Becky lie at the head of the bed, and had Jamie on her
hands and knees between her legs. I got up behind Jamie and pushed
into her cunt. I grabbed her hair and pushed her head into Becky's
cunt.

Until yesterday, I had never been in a threesome. This weekend I had
not only fucked two women, but I had them in a number of positions and
watched them pleasure each other. Life was certainly good!

I kept fucking Jamie until both of them had been through another
orgasm. Then I had them switch. I sank into Becky's cunt as she went
to work on Jamie. After a few strokes I pulled out, and prepared to
fuck Becky's ass. "Sir!" she said, looking back at me, "I haven't
greased myself up yet this morning!"

I spanked her ass and said, "I should do you dry to teach you to be
ready for me!"

Becky said, "Yes, sir! Fuck me dry. Please teach me a lesson."
Clearly, she did not realize that I was joking. I thought that I would
run with it, but I did not want to damage her, or me. So I dipped my
fingers in her cunt and pushed a finger into her ass to get it wet. My
finger was pulled right in. Clearly, she was still at least partially
lubricated from yesterday. I moved some more of her fluids into her
ass, and fucked her cunt a little more to get my cock thoroughly
soaked. Then I pushed it into her ass.

Her ass was tight, but still reasonably moist. I started fucking her,
playing to the fantasy. "I'm going to fuck your ass raw. I'll teach
you a lesson. Take it!"

She was screaming now, between licks of Jamie's pussy. "Yes! Fuck my
ass, sir! Hurt me! Teach me to take better care of you! Use me! Fuck
me! Use me!" She kept screaming and taunting me to fuck her harder,
and I did, but not for long. Becky had one hand playing with Jamie's
pussy, and one hand playing with her own. She was cumming almost
non-stop. Finally, I couldn't take it and I pulled out till only my
head was in her ass and blew my load.

Becky collapsed onto the bed, pulling my cock from her ass. She kept
muttering under her breath, "Fuck me. Use me. Please!" until that
faded out and all you could hear was heavy breathing.

I moved up and cuddled with Jamie while Becky recovered. When her
breathing was back to normal, she moved up and took my cock in her
mouth.

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

"I made the mess, sir, and I'm going to clean it!" she declared.

When she had cleaned my cock to her satisfaction, she moved up and
squeezed herself between Jamie and me. She kissed us both and said,
"Thank you so much, both of you. You cannot believe how good you make
me feel!"

"Oh yes, I can!" both Jamie and I said together. We all laughed at
that.

"Did he really fuck your ass dry?" Jamie asked Becky.

"No, he wouldn't do that, although he could if he wanted," Becky
replied. "He was just playing into a fantasy, though it was drier than
normal and that helped the fantasy." She then wrapped her arms around
both of us and said, "I love you both so much!"

Jamie kissed Becky, and then moved down her body. She forced Becky to
roll over onto me and said, "I'll kiss you and make you all better."

Becky moaned into my chest and said, "Sir! She's licking my ass! She's
sticking her tongue into my ass!"

"Well, his big cock opened your ass up so much, it's easy to get in
and get all that delicious cum!" Jamie said. She continued while Becky
moaned quietly into my chest. Then she climbed back up and snuggled
into Becky's back, kissing Becky's neck and ears. "All clean now, you
little ass slut." Becky just moaned again and ground her ass back into
Jamie.

We stayed in bed for a while longer, but eventually we got up for
breakfast. At breakfast Becky asked, "So did you enjoy how I am
training Jamie to be a good wake-up slut, sir?"

"Very much," I said, smiling at both of them. "Do you girls have any
plans for today?"

"Our plans are to do anything you want us to do, sir," Becky answered.

"OK, then here is the plan," I told them. "I want both of you to go
out. I want you to grab lunch. I want you to go shopping. I want you
to hang out. You may not talk about anything that happened this
weekend, or any choices that Jamie might be making. I just want you to
go out and have fun as two friends."

"That sounds nice, sir," said Becky. "But what are you going to do all
day?"

"I have an errand or two, but mostly I am going to try and recuperate
 from two nymphomaniacs," I told them. "You girls be back at six so
that we can get ready for dinner. After dinner we'll take Jamie home
so that she can go to work tomorrow."

They agreed, got dressed and went out. I drank lots of fluids and
collapsed on the bed. I wasn't kidding - they were going to kill me if
this kept up!



By six o'clock I was up and energized. I had done a few errands,
cleaned up a little (the sheets definitely needed washing!) and had a
large lunch. I also did a little editing of the living room video on
my computer.

They came in laughing together. Becky jumped up on me and gave me a
big kiss. "Thank you, sir! That was so much fun! Ooops, sorry," she
said, and dropped off and pulled her clothing off.

Jamie looked at her, grinned, and removed her clothes as well. "When
in Rome..." she said.

"So, what did you guys do today?" I asked.

"Just girl stuff," Jamie answered. "It was a lot of fun. What about
you?"

"I just hung around and guzzled lots of fuel so that I could keep up
with you sex machines," I told them. We all laughed and then talked
about where to go for dinner. We all agreed on somewhere casual.

Once we had agreed on a place to eat tonight, I asked them to the
bedroom. I told them, "Both of you have some punishments coming. I
think now would be a good time to deliver them." Becky lowered her
head, but Jamie looked at me nervously.

"We'll start with you, Becky," I said. "Can you tell me what you
deserve to be punished for?"

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I started fucking you before you told me I
could on Thursday, and I didn't listen to you last night when you told
me to stay on the floor and watch."

"That's right," I told her, "but you've forgotten some
things. Yesterday when I was fucking you, I told you not to move on
me, and you did. When you did, I recall your words were, 'Spank me!
Whip me!' Isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir!" Becky said, slipping off the bed to the floor and kneeling
in position. "I'm sorry that I forgot, sir."

"You will get 10 with the paddle for moving when I told you not
to. You'll get 10 with the paddle for not obeying me last
night. You'll get 5 with my hand for forgetting that you were owed a
punishment. And you'll get 10 with my hand for starting to fuck before
I reached three. Do you accept that?"

"Yes, sir," she said. "Twenty with the paddle and 15 with your hand."

"Yes. Although didn't you also say something about a whip? Oh well,
another time. Get up on the bed, facing the headboard. Hands over your
head, head to the bed, ass in the air. Jamie, please get the cuffs
 from the box near the bed over there, and cuff her hands to the
headboard."

"Yes, sir," Jamie replied, quietly, as Becky positioned herself the
way I had instructed.

When Becky was in position and bound to the bed, I asked, "Are you
ready?"

"Oh! Yes, sir! Please punish me as I deserve!" Of all the things that
Becky had done to surprise me, probably the most surprising was how
these punishments turned her on. I don't think that the pain itself
was a turn on, as I was not really hitting her that hard. I think it
was something about the submission. I would definitely need to discuss
it with her later. But for now, I had a yummy ass in front of me
begging for a reddening.

I started with my hand, because I love seeing my hand print on her
ass. I started slowly, leaving time between each spank for the effect
to become noticeable. Then I picked up speed. Each time I spanked her,
Becky mumbled, "Thank you, sir!"

After fifteen, I asked Jamie to get me a paddle. When she got it, she
handed it to me almost formally, and then backed off to watch. The
first swat with the paddle caused Becky to scream. I waited a moment
and she said, "Thank you, sir. Please keep going."

I continued paddling, not too hard, but hard enough, until I was done
with the twenty. The whole time I was paddling, her legs were opening
wider. By the time I was done both Jamie and I could see her pussy
lips spreading open. We could almost see her nectar flowing from her
pussy. There was a drop hanging from the top of her pussy. Her ass
kept moving back, thrusting into the swats that I was no longer giving
her. She was muttering under her breath, and from what I could hear
she was saying, "Thank you for punishing me, sir. Thank you for
punishing me, sir," over and over.

"Becky!" I said. "I've finished your spanking." Becky couldn't get up
because she was tied down, but she called out loud, "Thank you for
disciplining me as I deserve, sir!"

I said, "You're welcome, my beautiful Becky, but there is something
more. Do you remember when Jamie was over for dinner and you made her
think that I was forcing her to remove her panties? I punished you for
making her think it was my requirement, but I told you that she would
have to punish you for tricking her. Do you remember?"

"Yes, sir! I do," she said. "Jamie, I'm sorry that I tricked you. It
was wrong. I should not have done that, and I deserve to be
punished. Please punish me for what I did wrong to you!"

Jamie looked at me in surprise. I told her, "Normally I am in charge
of all punishments, but when someone does something wrong to a
particular person, that person should deliver some of the
punishment. I want you to spank Becky ten times with your hand. She
will count each one and thank you. Are you ready to do that?"

Jamie still looked shocked, but she nodded her head. She got into
position behind Becky's already glowing ass and said under her breath,
"Here goes nothing," and spanked Becky.

"Thank you for my first spank. Harder please, Jamie," Becky said.

Jamie complied with the second one, but Becky kept asking for
harder. By the time she reached ten, Jamie was slamming Becky's ass as
hard as she could. When she had delivered the tenth blow Becky
screamed, "Please sir, please! I need to cum! Please make me cum!"

Jamie looked even more shocked, but I said, "Jamie, put her out of her
misery. Touch her."

Jamie reached over to Becky's pussy, and as soon as her hand touched
it Becky started cumming. Jamie shoved two fingers in while she was
cumming, and rubbed her thumb on Becky's clit, causing Becky to
wail. If we were going to keep this up I would need to soundproof my
apartment.

When Becky was done, Jamie licked off her fingers and looked at
me. "Yes, Jamie, it's your turn now. Because Friday night was the only
time you were supposed to obey me, you only have one punishment
coming. You'll get 10 spanks with my hand, the same that Becky got for
that infraction. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," Jamie said. Rather than put her on the bed, I positioned a
chair near the bed where Becky could see from where she was still tied
to the bed. I instructed Jamie to lie across my lap, and when she was
ready, I began.

I didn't hit her too hard, but by the end there were tears in her
eyes. Nevertheless, she said, "Thank you for disciplining me as I
deserved."

I kissed her and had her release Becky. Becky jumped up and kissed
Jamie's tears away. "It wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked Jamie.

Jamie shook her head. "Did it turn you on at all?" Becky asked her.

"Maybe a little," Jamie laughed, "but clearly not nearly as much as it
turns you on!"

Becky blushed a little and laughed. "I do get worked up by it, don't
I? If it starts to feel any better, I might start disobeying on
purpose!"

"If you do that," I told her, "then the punishment will be no
spankings!"

"Oh, no sir!" Becky exclaimed, falling to her knees in front of
me. "Don't torture me like that! I'll be good, I promise!" I pulled
her up and gave her a raspberry for her efforts.

"Who's ready for dinner?" I asked.

"Ohhh, can we go somewhere where we stand up and eat?" Becky asked,
and we all laughed. We got dressed and went out to dinner. It was a
casual place, and the line was not long.

As we were being seated, Becky winced when she sat in her chair. "Are
you OK?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," Becky said. "I guess I encouraged Jamie a bit too much at
the end."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have hit you that hard..." Jamie started,
but Becky grabbed her face and kissed her.

"Hush," she told Jamie. "I asked you to do it that hard, and I loved
it when you did! Every time it hurts me to sit I will think of you
doing that to me as I was tied up, and it will make me warm and
wet. You'd better not be sorry, and if you ever have to do it again,
you'd better do it even harder! OK?"

Jamie looked not completely sure about it, but she said, "OK." Becky
gave her another little kiss and sat back in her chair with a wince
and a smile.

Dinner was nice, and we did not talk about anything that
happened. After dinner we both took Jamie back to her apartment.

"Can I invite you in?" Jamie asked.

"You'd better not," I laughed. "If you do that, I'll never be able to
get up for work tomorrow. You go have a nice night and dream of us."

Jamie grabbed Becky in a hug and gave her a quick kiss. "Thank you so
much for this weekend," she said to Becky. "Everything about it was
fabulous!"

Then she turned to me and gave me a similar hug and kiss, also
thanking me. Before she went in she said, "Could we have another date
next Friday? I will make my decision by then."

Taking her hands in mine, I said, "We would love to take you out next
Friday, whatever your decision is." I gave her another little kiss and
released her. She gave Becky another quick kiss and ran into her
building.

Becky and I headed home. She stripped at the door, and I could see how
red her ass was. She would have some bruising, but not much. I
insisted on putting lotion on her before we went to sleep, and we
drifted off with her lying across my chest.




Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 10

*Monday - Day 10*

I woke up Monday morning conflicted. On the one hand, it was Monday,
and I had to go back to work after such a lovely and interesting
weekend. On the other hand, I was getting a blowjob from a beautiful
woman. I decided I'd worry about work later. For now, I'd just revel
in the wonderful blowjob.

I did revel, but I soon grabbed Becky and pulled her up for a
kiss. "All ready for work?" I asked her.

"Almost, sir," she replied. "I was just getting my breakfast."

"Well, today you are going to have to do without breakfast," I told
her.

"No breakfast for Becky?" she said with a pout.

"No, my nasty little cum slut," I replied. "You'll have to get a donut
or something to tide you over. You and Jamie nearly killed me this
weekend, and I need time to recharge, especially given what I have in
store for you."

This was another thing that Becky and I used to disagree
about. Sometimes I just wanted to play without reaching a
conclusion. But Becky never let me start anything unless we had time
to finish. She always said that it would leave her too frustrated.

As for me, I felt that being frustrated was not always a bad
thing. I'd rather she popped me in her mouth and licked me for 10
seconds than do nothing. As long as I knew that eventually we'd finish
up what we started, both the memory of the short tease and the
anticipation of what was to come delighted me. This morning's session
would keep me wound up all day, and tonight I had something planned
that I thought we would both like.

"What do you have in store for me?" Becky asked eagerly.

"You'll find out when you get home," I told her. "I'm going to leave a
new outfit on the bed for you. You can wear it in the apartment."

"Oh, Goody!" she said. "Are you sure I can't have my breakfast?"

"No, you can't!" I said, spanking her ass. "Go to work!"

"Yes, sir!" she said, and off she went.

I got ready for work and left after setting out her outfit for her.

+++++

I was sitting at work when I got the phone call from her. "Hi,
Becky. What's up?"

"Sir, I have a favor to ask," she said.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Rachel and I have been talking," Becky told me, "and we'd like to go
out for girl's night out. Sir, may I please have permission to go out
with her tomorrow night?"

"Is she right there?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"And are you trying to tweak her buttons?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"So you want me to do something outrageous?" I queried.

"I'm not sure what you mean, sir," she responded.

"Let me talk to her," I instructed.

"Yes, sir," she said. I heard her talking to Rachel and then she
handed the phone to Rachel.

"Hello?" said Rachel.

"Hi," I responded. "I hear you want to go out with Becky. That's fine
with me, you just need to make sure of a couple of things."

"What?" Rachel asked, sounding confused.

"You need to make sure she is home by 11PM, and you should make sure
she doesn't flirt too outrageously with any men. Can you do that?" I
asked her.

"Can't she do that herself?" Rachel replied.

"Yes, she can," I said, "but I find it best to make sure that someone
is in charge of her when she is out of my direct control. I'll make
sure to tell her that she has to listen to you tomorrow night and do
what you say. Now, you have a good time!"

"Ummm, OK," Rachel said, sounding very unsure of herself.

She handed the phone back to Becky who said, "Yes, sir?"

"I've told Rachel that I will instruct you to listen to her tomorrow
night. That she is to have you home by 11PM and she should not let you
flirt with any men too badly. She thinks she will have to be in charge
of you. Is that about what you were looking for?"

"No sir," she replied, "but it will do. I'll see you at home
tonight. I love you, and thank you for taking care of me."

This should lead to an interesting discussion tonight.

+++++

When I got home in the evening, I came in expecting to see her waiting
for me in her new outfit, but the apartment was empty! I was quite
surprised that she hadn't called me to tell me that she was going
out. I was about to call her on her cell phone when there was a knock
on the door.

I opened the door and there she was. She was standing outside the door
in the outfit that I had picked out, a bag in her hand. Let me
describe the outfit. She was wearing a button down white shirt, a size
or two too small. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra, as the
shirt was not that thick and her nipples were standing out quite
prominently. She was wearing what could be called a catholic
schoolgirl uniform skirt, plaid and very short. She was wearing white
knee socks and black patent leather shoes.

Her red hair was done up in a ponytail and she was either wearing no
makeup, or just a small amount. She looked like she was 15 or 16 years
old, and that is only because her breasts were so obvious. If I was
really into this kink, I would have gotten her a tight white bra and
she could have passed for 13 or 14.

My cock, which had been half hard all day, suddenly popped all the way
up.

"Excuse me, sir," she said. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I am
selling some things to raise money for my school, and I was wondering
if you were interested in buying anything from me?"

It took me a second, then I said, "Certainly little girl. Why don't
you come in and you can show me everything that you have."

"OK, sir. My name is Becky," she said, skipping into my apartment. She
skipped! I had her sit on the couch, while I sat across from her.

"So what are you offering today, little Becky?" I asked.

She reached over into her bag, and started taking some things out of
it. While she did, I noticed that she was sitting with her legs spread
a little, and I could see right up her skirt; she was wearing plain
white cotton panties. The illusion was slightly spoiled by the fact
that she had a very large wet spot right over the entrance to her
pussy, but I could live with that.

"We have chocolate," she said, pulling out some chocolate bars and
putting them on the table, "and cards and wrapping paper," she
continued, pulling those out as well, "and a catalog of cookies and
cakes." When she pulled out the catalog, something else fell out and
she quickly and guiltily shoved it back in the bag.

"Is there something else in there for me to see?" I asked.

"Oh, no sir!" she said. "I'm not selling anything else. That's just
something I have to give back to my best friend Jamie."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's personal, sir," she said. "I would be very embarrassed to show
you."

"Oh, I feel like we are becoming friends, Becky," I told her. "You can
tell me what you have."

"Do you promise not to make fun of me, sir?" she asked.

"Of course I won't make fun of you!" I said. "I would never make fun
of a friend."

"OK, sir," she said. My little actor was actually blushing!

Becky pulled out the last thing from the bag. It was a medium sized
dildo!

"That is your friend Jamie's?" I asked, taking it from her.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"How come you have it?" I asked.

"She let me borrow it," she said.

As I was holding the dildo, I noticed that it was wet and sticky. I
held it up to my nose, and it was quite fragrant.

"This is wet," I said.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir!" Becky said, burying her face in her hands. "I
used it before and I didn't wash it off! I'm so embarrassed!"

"There is no need to be embarrassed," I told her. "Everyone
masturbates sometimes. I do it all the time! It's OK. You are lucky to
have a friend like Jamie who will lend you her personal items."

"But I'm not, sir!" Becky cried out. "She only gave it to me because
she said I couldn't get my own boyfriend! She has a boyfriend, and
she's done all sorts of things with him, and she always tells me about
it! Soon she's even going to go all the way with him!

"It's not fair, because I don't have a boyfriend, and she treats me
like a little girl because I haven't done anything, and she thinks she
is such an expert just because Tommy Michaels felt her up and she
jerked him off! I am not a baby!"

"Why don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked. "Surely someone as pretty
as you has a boyfriend!"

"Do you really think I'm pretty, sir?" she asked. "No one wants to be
my boyfriend. All the other girls have bigger boobies and boys think
that since I've never gone out with anyone, and since my parents are
so strict, they won't get anywhere with me. It's not fair!"

"So your friend Jamie keeps teasing you because she is more
experienced than you?" I asked.

"Yes, sir!" she said vehemently. "And it's not because I'm more of a
prude than she is! It's just that I haven't had the opportunity!"

"Well, if the boys in your school are too dim to see how attractive
you are, maybe you should look elsewhere for someone who does think
you're pretty," I said.

"But, sir!" Becky cried, "Where would I find someone like that?
Ohhhh!" She lowered her eyes and said, "You said that you thought I
was pretty, didn't you sir?"

"I certainly did, Becky," I told her. "I think you are a very pretty
girl, and I think your boobies are just perfect on you! Would you like
me to show you some things? I can show you things that Jamie and her
little boyfriends would never think of doing!"

"Would you, sir?" Becky asked, bouncing up and down on the couch. "She
would be so jealous if she thought that I had done more than she had!"

"Maybe," I said. "But if we are to do this, there are a few things you
will have to agree to, OK?"

"Yes, sir. Anything!" she said.

"First," I began, "even though you want to be a woman, most people see
you as a little girl. I could get into trouble helping you, so you
mustn't tell anybody about me, not even Jamie. You can tell her what
we do, but not exactly who you do it with."

"OK, sir," she replied. "You are so nice that I wouldn't want to do
anything to get you into trouble!"

"Good," I told her. "Next, since I am the teacher, you'll have to do
everything I say, OK?"

"OK, sir!" she replied.

"If you don't listen to me, I may have to punish you," I said, with a
twinkle and grin.

"Ooooh, would you pull my panties down and spank my bare fanny?" she
asked.

"I might have to," I responded seriously.

"I understand, sir," she said, just as seriously. "If I am naughty,
you should spank me."

"OK, then," I said. "Tell me what you've done so far."

"That's just it, sir!" she said with exasperation. "I haven't done
anything. I once kissed a girlfriend to practice, and I've played with
my thing with my hands and just today I used that thing I borrowed
 from Jamie on my thing. But that is all!"

"Well clearly," I started, "the first task that you have to do is
learn some words. Not everything is a 'thing.' The item in your bag is
a dildo. The place you use it on is your pussy or your cunt. And you
don't have boobies; you have tits. And if you get lucky, a boy might
put his cock or dick into your cunt. Do you remember all those words?"

"Yes, sir," she said, and damn if she wasn't blushing! My Becky, of
'Fuck me hard up the ass, sir!' fame, was blushing while I pretended
to teach her these words.

"OK then, my little Becky, tell me again what you've done so far," I
instructed her.

She looked me in the eye and said, "I once kissed a girlfriend to
practice, and I've played with my pussy with my hands and just today I
used that dildo I borrowed from that bitch Jamie on my cunt. And I
want to do more!"

"OK then, lets start with the basics," I told her. "Come sit on my lap
and we'll practice kissing." She hopped off the couch and dropped into
my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. She brought her face to mine
and kissed me. It was actually a pretty crappy kiss!

"First, you need to relax your lips more," I told her. "Also, keep
your mouth slightly open, so that I can slip my tongue in. Are you
ready to try again?"

"Yes, sir, I'll do better!" she said. And she did. The second kiss was
much better. After I slipped her my tongue, she drilled right back. We
probably kissed for about 10 minutes, and I swear I had flashbacks to
my first girlfriend, kissing me in the back of a movie theatre.

"That's a lot better Becky," I told her, "but you know that if a boy
has you in his lap, he is going to want to run his hands all over your
body. Are you ready for me to show you how boys do that?"

"Oh, yes sir," she said. "But what if I get ticklish?"

"We'll deal with that if that happens," I said to her, smiling. Then I
moved in to kiss her again. I started by running my hands up and down
her back. Then I ran my hand around her side, causing her to shiver,
and then lightly cupped her tit. I ran my hand all around it, and over
to the other one. Late nights in cars flashed in my mind. Becky moaned
into my mouth as my hand caressed her breasts.

She gasped and pulled back when I unbuttoned the top button of her
shirt. "Sir!" she exclaimed.

"Do you really think that any red-blooded boy, having felt your sexy
tits over your shirt, will be satisfied? They will want to feel them
first hand!"

"Do you really think my tits are sexy?" little Becky asked in a small
voice.

"I think they are sexy, and arousing and perfect!" I said.

Becky plastered her lips to mine and had no complaints as I unbuttoned
her shirt all the way. She sighed deeply when I slipped my hand in and
tweaked her nipple. "Oh, sir!" she moaned as I slipped my head down
and licked at her swollen nipple.

"No bra?" I asked.

"My boobies, I mean tits, are too small," she said. "My mom won't buy
me one yet."

"Well, I personally love it when the girl I'm kissing isn't wearing a
bra," I said.

"Then I won't ever wear one when I come over!" Becky said.

I went back to kissing her, and I moved my hand down to rub her leg. I
started to move my hand up under her skirt when she slammed her legs
together. I started to pull away to talk to her, but she grabbed the
back of my head and pulled me back as she let her legs slip open.

I rubbed around her thighs for a while, getting closer and closer to
her panties. When I reached her panties, they were sopping wet. I
pushed my hand up against her crotch and she shuddered, cumming on my
hand.

"Oh, sir!" she said. "That was better than when I play with myself!"

"We're just getting started," I told her. I lifted her up and carried
her to the couch. I laid her down and knelt next to the couch. I
pulled her shirt open, and leaned back to look at her. Her hair was
still in the ponytail, her shirt was open to expose her chest, which
was heaving as she struggled to breathe. Her skirt was hiked up
exposing her panties, which were soaked all through the crotch. She
looked utterly sexy.

I leaned over and kissed her mouth. Then I kissed down her neck till I
reached her breasts. I kissed and bit each nipple, bringing gasps from
Becky. I moved down and reached under her skirt to pull her panties
down.

"No, sir!" Becky cried, holding my hands in place.

"Why can't I take off your panties?" I asked.

"I'm too embarrassed! You'll think I'm a baby!" she cried.

"Why would I think you are a baby? I asked.

"Because I don't have any hair there!" Becky said in an anguished
voice. "Most of the other girls have hair on their things, I mean
their pussies. But I haven't gotten mine yet. I look like a little
baby!"

I kissed her on the lips and said, "You silly girl! Do you know that
half the men my age want their women to shave off their pussy hair?
They want them to have pussies that look just like yours!"

"Really?" she said.

"I would never let my girlfriend grow hair on her pussy," I told her.

"OK, sir," she said with a shy smile, releasing my hands.

I pulled her panties down, and she put her legs down, close
together. "Open up for me," I said.

I went back to kissing her as she opened her legs up and allowed my
hand in. I ran my hand all over her body, from her neck, to her tits,
to her waist, to her pussy. I moved my fingers into her wet crack and
I said, "This is where you put the dildo? Did you push it all the way
in?"

"Yes, sir," she said. "Even though I'm really a virgin, I don't have
my hymen anymore. I think I broke it in gym one time."

"That just makes it better for you when you do fuck for the very first
time," I said.

"Are you going to fuck me, sir?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?" I countered.

"I'm not sure," she said. "I'm afraid, but your fingers are making me
so fluttery. I feel like I'm going to explode again!"

"Do you mean that you think you are going to cum?" I asked.

"Yes, sir! I feel like I am going to cum soon!" she replied.

"Well that is a very good thing," I said. "Lets see if I can't help
you." I dipped another finger into her cunt and let my thumb rub her
clit.

In just a few seconds Becky was yelling, "Oh, sir! You're going to
make me cum, you are!" And she did.

After she calmed down, I kissed Becky again and asked, "What did Jamie
do with her boyfriends?"

"They felt her up, and she played with their things till they
spurted," she said. "But it was in the dark, and I don't think she
ever got to see it good."

"So they don't get her off?" I asked.

"I don't think so, sir," she replied. "If they made her feel like you
already made me feel, she would be bragging about it all the time!"

"Then would you like to see a cock in the light?" I asked.

"Oh yes!" she squealed.

I stood up and took off my shirt, my shoes and socks, and then my
pants. I stood there in just my jockeys and asked, "Would you like to
take these off?"

"OK," she said. She sat up and reached for my briefs. Her face was
level with my cock, and when she pulled my underwear down, my cock
bounced out and hit her in the face.

"It's so big!" she whispered. Then she said, "Hey! You don't have any
hair down there either!"

I had forgotten that, and I said, "I told you that I didn't let my
girlfriend grow her hair, so I let her shave off mine to be fair."

"It's so big," she repeated. "How can that go into a girl?"

"Well, it usually doesn't go into girls," I told her. "It goes into
women. Do you think that you are a woman?"

"I want to be, sir!" she said quietly. "But I'm a little scared!"

"Don't worry my little Becky," I reassured her. "We won't do anything
that makes you uncomfortable. Do you want to play with it a little
bit?" I asked, sitting down next to her.

"Can I, sir?" she asked.

"You can look, you can touch, you can feel, you can smell, you can
taste," I told her. "Anything you like. You can play as hard as you
like with my cock, just be careful of my balls below it".

She then spent the next ten minutes exploring my cock as if she'd
never seen one before. As she played I slipped off her shirt so that
all she had on was the sexy schoolgirl skirt.

"How does Jamie get the boys off?" she asked.

"She moves her hand up and down, like this," I said, and
demonstrated. She replaced my hand with hers and gave me an admirable
handjob.

"Are you going to spurt soon?" she asked.

"It's called cumming," I replied. "And no, I won't. Schoolboys can cum
if a girl gets _near_ them, but it often takes more to make a man
cum."

"What can I do to make you cum?" she asked.

"Well, what you are doing now is called a handjob," I
explained. "Something that feels even better is a blowjob."

"I've heard of that!" she said. "You want me to put it in my mouth?"

"All the women that I have dated have done that," I said. "But I bet a
little girl like Jamie never has."

"You're right," Becky giggled. "Jamie never did it, but I will!" And
she leaned over and put my cock in her mouth. And the little bitch bit
me! It's one thing to fake bad kissing, but faking a bad blowjob can
be dangerous.

"Ouch!" I said. "The only time you ever use your teeth in a blowjob is
to gently run them up and down a cock, and then only after you've had
a lot of practice. Be careful, and use your tongue and lips a lot!"
She suddenly got a lot better at it.

"Wow, you do that better than most of the full-grown women I know," I
told Becky.

She took her mouth off my cock and smiled proudly at me. "Thank you,
sir! I'm trying. That will show Jamie!" and she started blowing me
again.

"All the guys are going to want you to do this, but should I tell you
a secret?" I asked her.

"Oh, yes, tell me more," she said eagerly.

"Most of the boys will want you to make them feel good," I explained,
"but won't do anything to make you feel good. So what you should do is
have them make you feel good first. You shouldn't blow them until they
eat you!"

"Eat me?" she squeaked.

"Yes, I'll show you," I told her, and I laid her down and started
licking her bald little pussy.

"Oh! This is even better than your fingers! Even better than a dildo!
This is great!" Becky continued a stream of encouragement right
through when I made her cum again.

"Oh, that was so good, sir!" she told me. "I bet Jamie has never done
any of this! She thinks she's so grown up, but all she's ever done is
jerk off a couple of guys. She never had someone eat her!"

"You know what would really show Jamie?" I asked.

"What, sir?" she responded.

"If she were still a little girl virgin, but you were a woman who has
fucked a man!"

"Oooooo! That would steam her so much!" Becky said. "Lets do
that. Please do it to me now!"

"Do what to you now?" I asked.

She smiled widely at me and said, "Please fuck my little girl pussy
and make it into a woman's cunt. Please fuck me and play with my
titties. Please make me a woman!"

"I think it would be better if you made yourself a woman," I
said. "Don't go back to Jamie and say 'I let a man fuck me.' Go back
and say, 'I fucked a man!' Climb on me and fuck me yourself.

"Yes, sir!" she said, and she climbed on my lap.

"Wait a minute!" I cried. "I don't have a condom. You should always
fuck with a condom so you don't get pregnant! We shouldn't do this."

"But sir, I just finished my period a few days ago!" she said. "I
learned in health class that this time is pretty safe."

"But I could still make you pregnant," I said.

"I don't care, sir! I'll take the chance. If you make me pregnant I'll
never tell who it was. Please just let me fuck you!" And with that,
she slipped her very wet pussy over my cock.

'Very tight, ' I thought to myself, 'but not quite as tight as a 15
year old virgin.'

"Oh, it is so big!" Becky moaned. "Please let me wait to get used to
it." But Becky herself couldn't wait long, and very shortly she was
bouncing up and down on me while I cupped her ass with my hands.

Becky wrapped her arms around my neck and her head was resting on my
shoulder. As she bounced up and down she said, "I'm fucking my first
man! Jamie will be so jealous. I can be just as slutty as her. I'm not
the little girl, she is! I'm a woman. She'll believe me when she sees
my stomach getting bigger. You're going to spurt in me. You're going
to make a baby in me. Make a baby in my 15-year-old tummy. Knock me
up! Put a baby in me. Do it! Do it! Cum in my while I cum!"

With that, Becky came hard, and took me with her. I came in her,
amazed at the fantasy that she was acting out. After she relaxed for a
few moments she pulled off of me and looked at my cock. It was covered
in our cum. She reached over and ran her fingers up my cock, scooping
up as much liquid as she could. She then reached over and shoved her
fingers up her cunt.

I looked at her in surprise and she said, "Since you already put your
cum in me, I thought I should get all of it. And don't worry. I
promise that if I do get pregnant I'll never rat you out. But next
time I'll bring condoms."

"So you'll be over again?" I asked.

"Of course! I'm sure there is sooo much more that you could teach me,"
she said while playing with my spent cock. "It's so funny how he can
be so big and hard one minute and so small and soft the next. And he's
so messy!"

"Well if you want to be a really good slut," I told her, "you would
make sure that you clean any messes you make with your mouth!"

"Oh, sir, I'm sure you will teach me to be the best little slut, and
not a little girl at all!" Becky said, and dropped down and cleaned my
cock off with her mouth.

When she was done, she kissed me, and then started getting
dressed. She put all her stuff into her bag, and then held up the
dildo and said, "I have to drop this off at Jamie's and then go home
and do my homework. Oooo, I have a wicked idea!" She pulled her
panties to the side and inserted the dildo into her dripping
cunt. "Maybe she'll use it tonight, and some of your cum will go in
her and knock her up! That will show the bitch!"

She finished putting everything away, kissed me again and said, "Thank
you for teaching me so much!" With that she skipped off into the
bedroom, closing the door behind her.



About a minute later the door to the bedroom burst open and Becky ran
out and literally jumped into my lap. She grabbed me and kissed me all
over my face.

"How do you always know what will turn me on so much? That was great!
Everything you did. Oh! I never knew how much that would turn me
on. Thank you!"

"No! Thank YOU!" I said. "You were pretty fabulous yourself. You play
a 15 year old girl perfectly!"

"And you play a dirty old man pretty well yourself!" she replied.

"Old?" I said, indignantly.

"Only from the perspective of a 15 year old girl," she reassured. "Was
that costume for you, or did you know it would turn me on so much?"

"Well, since you've become more sexually open with me, you've let some
things slip," I told her, "and some of the things that you've said
made me suspect that this would get your motor running."

"Did it ever! I love the outfit!" she said.

"Well that's good," I told her, "because part of it is another house
outfit. You may wear the skirt and the shirt, though the shirt must be
unbuttoned and tied together underneath your pretty tits. No panties;
they are only for when we are playing. And I like your bare
legs. Also, when you are wearing it, I want your hair up in two
ponytails, one on each side of your head."

"Do you really think my titties are pretty?" she asked, holding them
up to me.

"Yes!" I said, kissing each of her nipples, "Now go take your sexy
body, little girl, and get it cleaned up for dinner! I'll go make
something for us to eat."

"Yes, sir!" she said as she scampered off to the bedroom.



At dinner I asked Becky about her day. In addition to the conversation
that she had with Rachel, both Jamie and Christine had called her.

"Jamie wanted to talk more about our relationship," Becky told
me. "She seems to be giving our proposal serious consideration. I
guess I thought that she would just go along with it, but she appears
to be taking your advice and thinking about all aspects.

"She asked me about all the things that you made me do, and which
things I did myself. I actually got quite wet rethinking all those
things. Have I told you how much fun I am having?"

"You might have said something once or twice," I told her, "but I
always like hearing it."

"Well," Becky continued, "it is clear to me that Jamie has not made up
her mind yet. She definitely is thinking it through all sides.

"Christine is another puzzle to me. She called and we just chatted. At
first I thought that she had decided not to be my slave, and to just
be friends, but when I asked her about it she very neatly sidestepped
my questions. I am not sure what she was doing, and it is frustrating
me.

"Sir, now I'm worried that we won't have Jamie or Christine!"

I pushed my chair back, opened my arms, and indicated she should come
to me. She came over and sat in my lap. I held her and kissed her
face. "My little Becky, would it be so bad if it was just the two of
us? We'd still be able to have fun with Jamie, even if she wasn't your
sister slave. And knowing you, you'd come up with other schemes to
tweak both our buttons. I've told you before, I would be perfectly
happy to spend the rest of my life only being with you."

Becky smiled at me and kissed me. I held her for a while longer, and
then we hung around until bedtime, though Becky remained somewhat
subdued. At bedtime, Becky came up to me, knelt before me and asked,
"Sir, would you collar and cuff me and then make love to me?"

"Of course, my little tiger," I said. I collared her, put on her
cuffs, unclipped, and took her to bed. I made love to her slowly and
for a long time, and eventually we both came. We snuggled together
(after she insisted on cleaning me off, of course) and drifted off to
sleep.