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Megan’s Questions
Chapter One
In our house, I have an office tucked back in a quiet area of the second floor. I am a columnist for a local newspaper, writing about politics and current events in our community, and nationally. I do contribute to other newspapers with my own byline. I am lucky as I can work from home on my computer. There are times when I must make an appearance at the “salt-mines”, doing my column while in the offices of our newspaper.
One afternoon, just before dinner, I was finishing a bit on politics and oil. I sat back to review what I had written, when my sixteen year old step-daughter came into my office and sat down on a small sofa I have in there. It was obvious by the look on her pretty face that she had something on her mind, possibly a serious matter.
“Hi, Kid, what’s up”, I greeted.
“Jack, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, ask away”, I replied.
“Well, I don’t know how to ask this, because I don’t want you to get mad at me.“
“Hmmmm,,,. I promise I won’t be angry. Go ahead and ask your question. If I think it is out of line, I’ll let you know.”.
Megan sat there for a moment, summoning up her courage she asked, “Are you abusing my mother?”
Wow! I wasn’t expecting a question like that. I do have a BDSM relationship with my wife, Megan’s mother, but we have worked hard to keep it from her. In fact, Jayne, Megan’s mother is my BDSM sex slave. Our Master and sex slave relationship started when we were dating. Jayne had been widowed for about three years. When we started dating, it was obvious that she was submissive by nature. I was no stranger to BDSM, and I love Master/slave relationships. Jayne was a beautiful and sensuous woman. When I discovered her strong submissive nature, I knew she had to be mine.
The only thing lacking in our situation was the 24/7 aspect of a M/s relationship. We had to be discrete because of Megan As a result, we played when we could, but always with the thought that we did not want Megan to know what we did, and the fact that I was Jayne’s sexual master, who demanded everything. Now, here was pretty little Megan asking me a question, and I had no answers.
I thought for a moment, collecting myself, then asked, “Megan, where would you get such an idea?”
“Well, the other night I wanted to watch a DVD, but there was a DVD in the player. So, I pushed the play button, and there was a video of you and Mom.”
I swallowed hard, wondering what video she had seen. I was probably even beginning to sweat. I remember watching a DVD of Jayne and I. It was hot, and I really put Jayne through her paces. I thought I had taken it out and stored it in a secure location. Yes, I have many such video tapes and DVD’s of Jayne and myself. They are very XXX rated, heavy on the BDSM action, and for our enjoyment. I never intended for Megan to see them.
“Uh.., Megan what was on the video?”
“Mother was tied, with her hands behind her back. There were more ropes tied around her arms and legs. You used a whip on her, especially her breasts, and then you made her give you a blow job.”
Now, I was sweating. “Well, Honey, it was not what you thought. That was just a sexual game you mother and I play. Your mother likes to play these ‘games’ with me. I would never abuse your Mother. I love her very much.”
There was a pregnant pause. Megan was thinking about what I said. It was obvious that she was skeptical of my answer to her. I was wondering where she would go with her questions. I didn’t know how to change the topic.
“Jack, she was naked. Your were naked, and it looked like you were hurting her. I saw whip marks on her, and she was struggling. Mother was gagged, but I could still hear her. How can that be a game?”
About that time, Jayne called us to dinner. I was relieved. Now, Jayne could help answer Megan’s concerns.
“Megan, dear, let’s go down to dinner, and we can talk to your mother. Maybe she can cast a better light on you concerns.”
Megan smiled, nodded her head, got up and headed down to the kitchen. She was wearing a rather tight “T” shirt and a mini skirt. Megan, like her mother, has an incredibly sxy body, one that seems made for the whip. She takes after her mother, and at sixteen Megan is a beautiful sexy creature. No, I have never made a move on her. I love Jayne, and I think Megan needs to decide what her life is about, without the influence of a forty year old step father and sadist. At thirty six years of age, Jayne is a beautiful, sexy, and very submissive woman. I cannot imagine betraying the trust, and the life I have with her. I’ll get more into our life, especially our sex life in a little bit. I have to admit, however, I think Megan would make a beautiful sex slave for some very lucky man.
Once dinner was served, I told Jayne about the conversation with Megan, and her questions. Poor Jayne, her pretty face went a little pale. It seems she was taken aback, and had no answer. I could tell she was thinking fast, thinking how to approach this subject of BDSM, and her sexual slavery to me.
She coughed, stuttered, then said, “Look Megan, you deserve an answer. Let us finish dinner, the we can sit down in the living room and talk about it. I promise you I will answer any question you have.”
Megan agreed, and the dinner went off without any more uncomfortable questions. Admittedly, everyone was subdued, and to say the least, the dinner conversation was lacking. For me, I wondered how Jayne would handle this. I was prepared to go along with what ever she wanted with respect to Megan. Jayne is my sex slave, but Megan is her daughter. We are on unknown turf.
After dinner, and at Jayne’s suggestion, we took our showers to relax. I put on a robe and went down stairs to the living room. Turning on the television, I sat back and relaxed, waiting to see how the evening went. I watched the news, but my mind would not abandon the thought of Megan being a sex slave like her mother. I found my cock was tingling with the thought. I made my mind go to other thought so I would not get an erection. Finally Jayne came down.
She was wearing a long silken robe. I noticed that she was wearing black high heel pumps. I wondered about this, but before I could ask her why she wore them, Megan came into the room.. She too was wearing a silken lunging robe. Incidentally, this is the usual dress for the Chandler family in the evenings. We like to be comfortable. We all sat down, with Jayne taking the lead.
“Megan, Jack is not abusing me. What you saw on the DVD was for real, but it was not abuse. Do you know about the term BDSM, and Master and slave relationships?”
Megan answered, “Yes, it is where one person surrenders to another, sexually, and submissively, and even becomes a sex slave to the other person. It is much like in that ’Story of O’.”
Jayne was surprised, “Have you read the ’Story of O’? When did you read that book?”
“I read it about a year ago, and several others just like it. So…, is this what it is like with you and Jack?”
Jayne swallowed, and answered, while I was trying to hide a budding erection. “Well, yes, it is. I am submissive, and love being submissive, and Jack is my husband, lover, and BDSM Master. I am his complete, naked, and bound sex slave.”
Now, my cock took on a life of its own. I placed a sofa pillow over it. I swear you could see the damned thing through the pillow. Jayne and Megan continued to talk about sexual slavery. I just sat there, looking at two of the most beautiful and sexy females in the world. One was my complete sex slave, and other one was trying to understand I wanted to leave the room to get rid of this massive hard-on, but wanted to stay around to see what was going to happen.
Megan looked at me and asked, “Jack, you and mother both mentioned 24/7 sexual slavery. What would that mean?”
Now, I am in trouble. My cock is raging, but I am keeping it hidden. “Well, Honey“, I replied. “ It would mean your mother would be more of a sex slave than she is at this moment.”
“Like what”, Megan asked.
“Uh…, like I would make her be naked around the house…, uh…all the time, she would have to wear high heel shoes all the time. She would be subject to being…er… tied up, restrained to please me, and any type of… sex, anytime I wanted. I would…um… whip her for punishment, or for the shear pleasure…of… whipping her beautiful body.”
Oh, God, my cock is aching. I am sitting next to my sex slave on the couch, and looking at her very pretty daughter sitting across from me. Megan’s robe has slipped off her knees and she is showing a lot of very sexy legs. Jayne has her hand on my thigh, not more that two inches from my raging cock. I have no idea how this will end.
“Mom”, Megan continued, “Do you love Jack, and love being his sex slave, all tied up, naked and everything?”
“Oh, yes, I do. I love Jack. I love what he does to me. I am consumed by him and what he does. I cannot imagine being any happier. Please, understand, Jack does what he does to me, because it excites me. There have been times when he has made me climax just from whipping me. I know he loves me, and I really love him. Someday, when you go to college, or something like that, we will be alone, and I hope he makes me his 24/7 sex slave. That is something to look forward to. We never wanted to do anything that would upset you life, or cause you to hate us.”
`Megan got a curious look on her face, and said, “Well, I think you two should do that. Even if I am here, you can do that. It wouldn’t bother me of you were made to be naked, all tied up, whipped and made to have sex in front of me. I think it would be exciting.”
Now, I am about to lose my mind. My cock is scorching hot and throbbing to match my heart beat. The possibilities here are unlimited. Emotionally, I am just hanging on with my fingers.
Jayne answered, “I am not the one to make that decision. I belong to Jack. I am his sex slave. If he orders me to be a sex slave in front of you, then I guess that is what I will do.
Megan looked at me, “Well, Jack, you would have your 24/7 BDSM lifestyle. I can imagine you both would be happy. I think it would be exciting to see what happens.”
Both women are looking at me. My wife and my step daughter. My cock is actually aching because of it’s rigidity and my sexual arousal. A world I never dreamed of is just a moment away if I want it. I do want it.
“Jayne”, I muttered. “Stand and take off your robe, and any other clothing you may have on. Leave you heels on.”
God, she was beautiful. Megan and I watched as she removed her robe, standing there in all he sexy naked glory.
“Megan whispered, “Mom, you are gorgeous. I understand why Jack wants you naked. I think you should stay that way all the time. I hope Jack orders you to stay that way.”
I chuckled, “Yep, Slave you stay that way. I want you to go get a couple of our DVD’s, the ones that really XXX rated with a lot of BDSM…, and bring them here.”
“Yessir, thank you sir.” Jayne left, headed to a locked cabinet in her closet.
Jayne left the room, and Megan turned to me. “Jack, are you going tie Mom, and make her have sex with you?”
“I don’t know, lets see how things go.”
In a moment or two, Jayne was back with the requested video DVD’s. I watched her as she walked to the DVD player and loaded a DVD. I am constantly amazed at her beauty. I love watching her breasts sway and jiggle as she walks and moves about, She has an incredible ass sitting on top of two fantastic legs. We have been married for five year, and I swear she arouses me more today than when I married her. She turned, smiled and walked to the couch where I was struggling to hide my out of control cock. She sat down beside me in all of her naked glory. Megan seemed totally fascinated.
Jayne looked at Megan, “Honey, why don‘t you sit on the other side of Jack, and we can watch a video. I think it will tell you what Jack and I am all about, what our life style means to us.”
Megan jumped up and ran to the couch and plopped down beside me. Now I as sitting between two of the most beautiful women I know. They are leaning into me, snuggling, and I am trying to keep my cock from erupting like a volcano.
Jayne leaned around me and spoke to Mega, “Sweetie, normally, when Jack and I watch sexy videos, I am bound or restrained. That way, Jack can do what he wants with me, whether I want him to or not. Being a Master, having your own slave is very interesting. Tonight, however, I won‘t be bound.
Megan smiled broadly. About that time the DVD started to play. Our attention turned to the 60 inch HD flat screen television in our living room. Suddenly, without any advance notice, there I am on the screen, naked with a massive erection, gagging a bound Jayne. We are in our basement orgy room. She is standing, naked, wearing a pair of red high heel shoes. Her wrists are bound and pulled tightly above her, stretching her body taut. Her legs are widely spread, with her ankles tied to steel rings mounted in the floor. I spent time fondling her breasts and rummaging through her pussy. It was obvious that Jayne was very aroused. I am seen whipping her breasts, pussy and her ass. Jayne struggles, but to no avail. My cock is sticking straight out from me, and bounces as I walk. You can see gleaming pre-cum on the head of my cock. From time to time I grasp my cock, stroking it, as I whip Jayne. The video continued, showing me to make Jayne suck my cock, and ultimately with me fucking Jayne to and explosive climax. I noticed that Megan had slipped her hand inside her robe and was squeezing her breasts, while her other had had moved between her thighs.
As we watched the video, Jayne leans over to me and kisses my cheek, and says, “Master, you have a magnificent cock.”
Megan heard her mother, and leaning around me, speaks to Jayne, “Mom, I agree. His cock is awesome!”
Turning to me, Mega whispers, “Jack, this is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You and Mother are awesome. I think Mom looks hot when she is tied up and whipped.”
I don’t dare say anything. I am sure my voice would crack, and I would be a blabbering idiot. I figured playing the strong silent type would be best. Then things got more complicated.
Jayne kissed me again, “Master, let me touch your cock, please.”
Megan was watching her mother, her full attention on what her mother was going to do. Again, I kept silent, leaned over and kissed Jayne, and nodded my head. Megan wasn’t missing a thing.
Jayne pulled the couch pillow off of my cock, and opened my robe. I don’t think I have every seen my cock any bigger than it was at that moment. It looked like a ten foot pole! It throbbed as it seemed to have a life of its own, Jayne slipped her sweet smooth little hand around the shaft of my cock, squeezing it, and raised it to meet her lips. I groaned deeply as she kissed it, and ran her tongue around the heated purple head while she gently stroked the shaft, her other hand cupping my balls.. Megan was watching intently. Hot lust was etched across her pretty face. We all forgot the movie as Jayne slipped her soft lips over my cock, taking it into the sweet confines of her deliciously warm mouth. Her tongue was working the head of my cock. Another deep groan escaped my throat as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a moment. Then I heard Jayne say something that I never expected to hear. She had pulled her mouth from my aching cock and was looking at Megan as she continued to stroke my cock.
“Sweetie, would you like to touch Jack’s cock?
I held my breath as Megan nodded her head, reach out with her delicate hand and grasped the shaft of my cock. Jayne moved her hand over Megan’s stroking and squeezing her hand, encouraging Megan to handle my cock. Now, as you can imagine, I am out of control. I am a Master, with a fantastic sex slave, but I am by no means in control at this moment in time. I watched as Megan began to stroke my cock. Jayne was instructing her on how to keep a Master aroused, and excited, without giving him a climax, until he is ready. Megan seemed to be an apt student. She was using her hands to devastating effect. As I watched her minister to my cock, I was taken aback as she leaned over and kissed the head of my cock like her mother had done. I held my breath as her mouth made contact with my cock. She took my cock into her mouth, and began to suck it. In desperation, I looked at Jayne. She smiled, mouthing the words “I love you”, and kissed me.
While I was kissing Jayne, Megan had slipped off her robe, and moving, she was now between me knees, sucking my cock with earnest. Her mother moved down to her knees, too, keeling next to Megan, coaching her on the best cock sucking techniques. Her hand were on my balls while rubbing Megan’s ass with my cock was under assault from the both of them. I was fast approaching the “point of no return”. As Jayne was stroking my balls, Megan was sucking, lashing the sensitive tip of my cock with her sweet tongue. It was too much. I could not hold back anymore. My cock exploded with hot jets of lava like cum. Megan put her mouth deeper onto my cock, sucking, taking in all my issue. I looked down at her, watching the marvelous event. A small drop of cum escaped her pretty mouth and ran down my cock. Jayne captured it with her finger and slipped it into her won mouth, sucking my cum from her finger. As the roaring in my ears subsided, I heard Jayne talking to Megan, coaching her further.
“Sweetie, when a man cums, don‘t take you mouth from his cock, unless he wants you to. Keep sucking, taking all his juices. Always, suck his cock clean and dry, and hold it in your mouth, running your tongue over it, until it starts to recede. After you let it slip from your mouth, then kiss and stroke it. Kiss his balls. Let you Master enjoy everything about what you are doing to his cock.”
Megan seemed to be a good student, and did as her mother told her. I watched with amazement. Jayne stood and sat down beside me again, and kissed me, deeply and passionately as Megan continued to kiss and stroke my flagging cock.
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