Megan's Question

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Seven

       To answer your questions, Megan took her punishment like I suspected she would.  She knew she deserved to be punished, and so she was.  How do I know, well, it’s like this.  On Friday, a day after her punishment, for example, I was reading a delightful bit of BDSM porn while I sat on the couch in the living room.  As usual, I was naked.  Megan and her mother had been shopping.  When they got home, both took their clothing off, leaving only their high heel shoes.  As is expected, they donned their collars along with their wrist and ankle cuffs.  Jayne Kissed me as she grasped and stroked my cock, then went into the kitchen to see about dinner.  Megan came and sat beside me, kissing me as she did so..  She was reading her chemistry book again.

       She was sitting right next to me, our naked bodies touching.  Since I was reading some really good BDSM porn, my cock was hard.  After opening her Chemistry book, her left hand reached over and stroked my thigh, then gently grasped my cock.  Now, this is a sight for the prurient mind.  We, step father and step daughter, are naked, sitting on the couch, me reading some BDSM porn, and she is reading a chemistry book while she is slowly stroking my hard cock.  Every so often, as she turned the page of her book, she would lean down and kiss, or lick the steaming head of my cock.  So, how did she accept her punishment, very well I think.

       I asked, “Megan, do you mind if I ask you  personal question.  I know as a slave you cannot refuse me, but on this question I want and honest answer.”

       Megan looked at me, attentive to any question.  “Sure, Jack, you know I will answer you.”

       “Well, I have noticed, whenever it is possible, you have you hand on my cock, usually stroking and rubbing it.  Now, understand, I love it, but I’m just curious what you are thinking.”

       Megan smiled, then looked down at my cock as she continued to stroke it, “I don’t know.  I love to touch it, and feel it.  Even when it is hard, the skin is smooth and soft.  I love making it hard, and of course, I love it when it excites you.  I love the taste of it, and guess it just make me feel good to stroke it, and to play with it.  I hope you like it.”

       “Yes…, yes I do.  I want you to hold it and stroke it whenever you want.”

       Megan leaned down and kissed the aching head of my cock.  Life is good. 

       We have talked about her punishment since it happened.  I think the punishment aroused her.  Sure it was painful, but she is her mother’s daughter, meaning, being the subject of a BDSM event is arousing to her.  Her mother explains that a higher level of bondage and  pain is a higher level of arousal.  I noticed she is wearing her high heels all the time, even some very high ones.  We are back into our normal Master and sex slave routine.  I have noticed, as I have told you, Megan is back to touching, holding, stroking and sucking my cock as much as she can.  It is like she cannot get enough cock, not that I am complaining , you understand.  What a treasure she is.

       After dinner on Friday, I asked that Jayne and Megan come into the living room.  Jayne knew what was going to happen, Megan did not.  After they sat down on either side of me, I talked to them.  Megan seemed to instinctively reach for my cock, grasping it and working it slowly.  Naturally, it started to harden.  It hardened even more so when Jayne cupped my balls, gently massaging them.

       “Ladies, Sunday evening we will have guests.  The Collins, Jim and his sex slave, Betsy, are coming for a light dinner and games.  Naturally, since, Jim is a close BDSM friend, and since he has the right to master both of you, you will be subject to his ministrations.  As with me, what ever he wants to do with you, he can.  Betsy, naturally, is a slave when she is here, and subject to what ever Jim and I want to do to her.”

       Both Jayne and Megan understood.  When we are with any one of the masters in our group, they are to be subject to them.  Now, I was going to ad the new feature, Chris Collins.

       “Now, there is an addition to the visiting Collins.  Chris their son, is a dominant master.  He has been sexually dominating his mother…..er…step mother, Betsy, for well over a year now.  He has the same freedom with her as I have with you two.  Jim is even thinking about getting our group to admit him to our gatherings.  Since he is a master, Sunday evening he will be like me and Jim Collins.  He will have total access to you two.”

       Megan was surprised to hear Chris’s name, and was even more surprised to know that he was into BDSN, especially with his step mother.  I could tell she wanted to say something.  I debated on how to handle it.  Should I order her to obey Chris, or let her make the decision, or at least speak her mind.  I chose the latter.

       Megan, even raised her hand, meekly like a school child, “Uh…Jack…Sir, may I ask a question?”

       “Sure, what’s on your mind”, I asked, as if I didn’t know.

       “Well, I know Chris, at school.  We have a couple of classes together, we have even shared notes in chemistry class.  He does not know I’m a sex slave.  I love being a sex slave, but I didn’t want anyone at school to know.  I don’t think they would understand.”

       I leaned over and kissed Megan, and replied, “Sweet Slave, not to worry.  I have talked with Jim.  Chris has been whipping, tying and fucking Betsy for a year.  She is required to suck his cock to awaken him in the morning.  He loves being a master, and hopes someday to marry a submissive woman like his step mother to be his wife.  I am not worried about Chris talking to anyone about his life.  I am not worried about him talking about you.  Being able to have you as his sex slave would be a gift beyond measure.  I am not worried.  Incidentally, I have talked with Chris, explaining the rules regarding you and your mother.  He understands, and is excited about being here.”

       Megan answered, “Well, I think there might be another problem.  He has asked me for a date, and I have held him off because I am a sex slave to you, and to the members of the group, and am totally involved in being a sex slave.  I thought dating would complicate what we are doing and what we have.  I had rather be a sex slave to you, and the group, than date some one who does not appreciate my life style.”

       Now do you see why I love this kid.  Is she precious, or is she precious?

       “Well, Sweet Slave, I have thought about it, talked to Jim, and your mother about this.  You don’t have to date Chris, but you will have to submit to him as a slave when I tell you to.  But, if you decide to date him, especially after he has had you submit to him as a sex slave, the I suspect he will require you to date him as your ‘master‘, and you as his sex slave.”

       Megan thought for a moment, “O.K. I guess that clears it up.  Being a sex slave does make things a little bit simpler.  I don’t have to make choices, they are made for me.    I know it sounds silly, but that is what I am, and what I want to be.”

       Jayne hugged Megan, and asked, “If he wants to date you, are you going to submit?”

       “Only if Jack, Sir consents.  Jack is my master, and only he can approve someone else having me as a sex slave.  If Jack says yes, then I probably would date him.”

       “Well“, I said, “I guess it is up to me.  Lets see how he is as a master,  I want him to master your mother.  She is a good judge of character.  Then, if he comes to me, and asks permission to date you, then I will probably approve it.  But, to make things simple, if you date him, you will do it as a sex slave.  That means you are his sex slave when you are with him.  I would even allow him to come here and take you down to the basement room to have access to you down there if he wants.  Remember, even if he is your, shall we say, “date master“, at the group gatherings, he will have access to all the other slaves, including your mother, and you will be subject to the whims of all the masters present.  I understand he has a crush on your mother, and has wanted to have sex with her for a long time.  When he can have her as a sex slave, I know she is in for a rough time with him.”

       Megan sat there, stroking my cock, nodding her head that she understood  She leaned down and kissed my rigid cock, then turned to me, saying, “Thank you Jack, Sir.  I will do whatever you say.  Please, even if I date him, and he makes me be a sex slave to him, I want to be your sex slave, forever.”

       I kissed her and squeezed her pretty breasts as she squeezed my cock.  “Megan, you are a treasure.  You are my sex slave, forever.  I want you to do me a favor.  Your mother is concerned about your future and your safety, and has worked with me on this thing.  I want you to show your appreciation to her.  I want you to get on your knees, and suck her pussy to a cum, letting her know you love her too.  I know she will like that.”

       Jayne started to say something, but I interrupted.  As Megan got to her knees in front of her mother, I spoke. “Jayne, open your legs, your daughter wants to give you something very nice.”

       Jayne nodded her head, spread her legs, welcoming Megan’s attention.  As Megan went to work, Jayne’s hand moved across my naked thigh and grasped my cock.  I kissed Jayne and fondled her breasts as Megan worked on her cunt.  I put my hand on Megan’s back and neck, gently pushing her to do a good job on her mother’s cunt.

       Sunday evening came.  We decided to have snacks and a little wine instead of being burdened with a dinner.  When the Collins arrived, I made sure both my slaves were ready.  They had taken great pains with their make up and hair.  As was to be expected, they wore their collars, wrist and ankle cuffs, along with matching black leather high heel umps.  I varied their bondage, however.  Remember how Megan was bound at her “coming out”?  I did the same with both Megan and her mother, Jayne.  I locked both their wrists behind their backs, but attached a short strap to the wrist cuffs.  That strap was attached to the back of their collars, pulling their wrists well above their waist, nearly between their shoulder blades.  This would keep their hands out of the way, making virtually all their bodies available for fondling, sex and of course, the whip.  There was more pressure on the collars around their necks, but I had been making them practice being bound in this method.  Also, when they are bound with their wrists pulled up like this, I use a wider collar, making it easier for them to handle the pressure. 

       When they came through he door, both Jim and Chris were looking around, probably looking for Megan.  Betsy walked in with them.  As stiffly as she moved, I suspected her bondage was rather severe.  Chris was holding a leash attached to his mother’s collar.  As soon as the front door was closed, Jim removed the cape from Betsy’s shoulders.  She was bound severely.  Aside from being gagged, her wrists and elbows were tied with rope behind her back.  Ropes were tied above and below Betsy’s breasts, emphasizing their size.  Her elbows were pulled very tight, and forced tightly together in the small of her back.  The stress on her shoulders was considerable.  Her massive breasts were forced out from her chest by her bondage, making them look even larger, and desirable.  There was evidence they had been whipped recently.  Betsy looked good.  I had plans to have her before the evening was over. 

       I was already naked, and Chris and Jim removed their clothing very quickly.  “Chris”, I addressed Jim’s son   “You know Megan from school, but now I want to introduce Megan, my sex slave.  She is as much a sex slave as is her mother, and your mother.”

       Chris, his rigid cock bouncing as he walked, went to Megan, kissed her and fondled her breasts.  “Slave”, he said, “Do you have your chemistry notes complete?”

       Megan, stuttered, answering Chris as he was putting his finger in her pussy.  “Yes…uh…yes sir, if you want I can give them to you.”

       Chris gave her cunt a sharp slap, then replied, “Well, before the evening is over I want to see them.”

       He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to Megan’s cunt.  Then he turned to Jayne.  :”Lady, you have no idea what a crush I had on your for years, how much I wanted you helpless to me.  You are mine for a while.  Do you understand?”

       A meek Jayne replied, “Yessir, what ever you want.”

       Chris grasped her leash, jerking it and pulling Jayne away, pulling her to a couch, making her sit down beside him.  As Chris was taking control of Jayne, Jim Collins came over to Megan, kissed her, and said, “Well, it appears you are mine for a while.  Come little slave, you ass is mine.”

       That left me and Betsy.  She was standing in the middle of the floor, still tightly bound and gagged.  “Slave, stick out your tits!”

       Betsy arched her back to push her breasts out more.  Quickly, I slapped both breasts sharply, making them bound and juggle.  Betsy flinched and moaned behind her gag..

       “Slave stick those tits out, and I do mean out.  If you don’t I will give them a whipping you won’t forget!”

       Bless her heart, pretty Betsy was trying with all her might to make her massive breast stick out further than they were.

       I slapped them again, “That’s not enough, slave.  Come with me, maybe I can help you out.”

       I grabbed a kitchen chair.  It had a low back, which was flat on the top.  I sat it in the middle of the living room floor.  I made Betsy sit on the chair, backward with her shapely nylon covered legs spread on either side of the chair back, straddling the seat..  Her breasts were now pushing against the back of the chair.  You can probably figure out my next move.  I reached under her breasts, and picking them up, I put them on top of the back of the chair.  Most of her breasts was hanging over the back of the chair.  Using two lengths of rope I tied them to the top of the back of the chair.  I wound the ropes around the base of her breasts pulling the rope painfully tight, then pushing her against the back of the chair, literally making her breasts extend beyond the back of the chair.  Pulling hard on the tit ropes, I wrapped the ropes around the top piece of the chair back and around her breasts.  Now poor Betsy’s tits were bound to the top of the chair, and she was helpless to pull them back, or to protect them.  To finish her bondage, I pulled her pretty spread legs back and tied them to the front legs of the chair, which were now behind her.  She was helpless, and her breasts were now exposed to what ever I wanted to do to them, and Betsy was helpless to do anything about it.  I could see the fear in Betsy’s eyes.  I could feel the ache in my cock.

       I looked around the room.  Chris and Jayne were still on the couch in a “make out” session.  Megan and Jim were at an easy chair, Megan on her knees sucking Jims cock.  Jim was using a crop to periodically strike Megan’s breasts to encourage her to do her best in sucking his cock.  I spoke up so I could be heard.

       “Ladies and gentle men, we have a problem.  We have a recalcitrant slave, who would not stick out her tits when told to do so.  I think punishment is called for.”

       Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to see what was going to happen.  I picked up a small flogger whip.  This whip could supply a great deal of pain, yet do little damage.  I walked over to Betsy and touched her breasts, and ran the whip softly across Betsy silky skin.  I leaned down and kissed, and sucked each of her nipples

       Chris spoke up, “Mom, how many times have I had to remind you to stick out your tits.  Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

       Well, that seemed to say it all.  My cock ached as I brought back the flogger, raised it in the air, and brought it down across Betsy’s breasts.  They were so tightly tied to the chair back, they didn’t even jiggle.  Betsy did flinch, and seemed to want to pull her breasts back, but her bondage prevented that movement.  Her eyes were looking up at me, looking for mercy from me.  There was none.

       “Slave, don’t look at me.  I want you to look down at your tits as I whip them.  Keep looking, watching the whip do its job until I tell you to do otherwise.“

       Betsy did as I ordered.  Her eyes wide with expectation.  Even as the whip struck her breasts, she would flinch, but kept looking at her own torment.  I saw a tear leave her pretty brown eyes, rolling down her gagged cheek and splash on her breasts.  She had no idea how much pain I was going to inflict on her.  Well, I wanted to whip those beautiful big breasts, so she was going to have to sit there and endure.  Endure she did.  When I finished, her breasts were a bright hue of pink.  Tears were running down her cheeks and on to her well whipped breasts..  I kept her tit bound to the chair, but I removed her gag.

       “Slave, I am going to remove your gag, but you are not to say a word.  If you do, your torment will begin again.  I am not sure your tits can handle the pressure.”

       I removed her gag, then ordered, “Open your mouth, and keep it open.”

       Betsy did as ordered, and I promptly pushed my engorged cock between her soft sweet lips.  One of her golden tears splashed on my cock shaft as I fucked her mouth.  As I fucked Betsy’s mouth, I could feel my thighs pushing against her bound breasts.  I looked around to how this was being received, and there next to me was Chris and my wife, Jayne. He had her on her knees, her wrists still locked to the back of her collar, sucking his cock as he was watching the torment of his mother.  He pulled his cock from Jayne’s mouth and walked over to where his mother was sucking my cock.  He ran his hands over her bound breasts and smiled.  For an extra measure, he pinched her nipples.  Megan was still on her knees, her breasts being whipped as she sucking Jim’s cock while he was watching me work his wife over. 

       As I fucked Betsy’s mouth, Chris spoke, “Jack, I like you action.  Whipping her tits is the greatest, but of course having Mom to suck you cock is awesome, too.  Uh…, if…you don’t mind…, I want to take Jayne to your basement.  I want to whip her before I fuck her.”

       “Sure”, I replied.  “Let me finishing fucking your mother’s mouth, then we can all go down, I want to watch you work on my little slave.”

       Chris continued standing there watching me fuck his mother’s mouth, while my Jayne was on her knees, working on his cock.  As I watched him and Jayne, I noticed a tremble in his thighs.  Then I saw his abs tremble as he closed his eyes and started humping his cock into Jayne’s mouth.  I guess the effect of watching me torture his mother while my wife was sucking his cock was a bit much.  He was cumming, humping Jayne’s mouth, shooting jets of hit cum down her throat, some of his issue escaping her mouth and running down on her breasts.  His climax was so great his legs became rubbery, but he maintained and held out.  Jayne was gold.  She sucked him dry, then cleaned his flagging cock.  Chris had wanted to fuck my wife for years, and now his fantasies had come true.

       My cock was beginning to throb and ache as I looked down at Betsy, and said, “OK, slave, standby.  I am going to fill your mouth, and you had better take it all, or your tits get more of the same!”

       My cock erupted, filling Betsy’s mouth and throat.  She struggled with my cum, bit did a wonderful job.  Like Jane, she had been taught to suck a cock dry and clean it with her mouth and tongue.  She did that,  Betsy is one hot little slave.  I am glad I took an extra dose of Viagra.  I feel I’m going to need it.  As I was releasing Betsy from the chair, Chris made Jayne stand up, while Jim was helping Megan up.  We all headed down to the basement orgy room.

       I sat down on a small couch, making Betsy kneel in front of me.  I was releasing her bondage as Chris was putting my wife in bondage. He was tying her to a whipping post in the middle of the room.  Using a wide strap around her waist and the post, he boun d her snugly there, making future movement futile. She was stretched, her wrists pulled high above her and tied to the post.  Her breasts were on either side of the post, making them available to the whip..  He had spread her legs, anchoring to rings in the floor.  The look on Jayne’s face was one of despair  and arousal.  She knew she was in for a rough time.  After releasing Betsy, and removing all her bondage, I made her get on her knees.  She was stroking and using her mouth on my cock.  I was paying attention to her and her breasts when I heard the sound of a whip on warm flesh.  I looked up just in time to see Chris bring his flogger whip to bear on Jayne’s ass.

       A Betsy worked on my cock, both she and I watch her son.  Even Megan and Jim were watching.  Chris was serous with his whip.  In short fashion, her breasts, ass, thighs and her cunt were well whipped.  Jayne was gagged, and at times she was sobbing, and screaming into her gag.  I watched, and even though he was effective with his whip, Jayne had endured more, so I let it go and enjoyed the show.  My cock getting harder with Betsy’s mouth and hands doing an excellent job.  Chris took Jayne down and carried her to one of the king size beds.  His cock must have been really aching..  As quickly as he put Jayne on the bed, he was in her, fucking her with abandon.  It didn’t take long before he had his climax.  Jayne was able to cum with him.  During the time he was fucking Jayne, Jim moved Megan to the other bed and was fucking her to a climax.

       The room was quiet, except for a lot of labored breathing.  I had Betsy move up on the couch and sit next to me.  My arms were around her, kissing and fondling, “making out”.  She was stroking my cock, making it painfully rigid.  I had never really spent time with Betsy.  I was finding out that she was a very hot lady, and very submissive.  I was really enjoying her.

       In the minutes after Chris fucked Jayne, he and his father switched slaves.   Now, Megan was with Chris.  Even thought he had just climaxed with Jayne, his cock was still rigid.  He and Megan sat down on one of the couches, and were having a “make out” session.  They were talking a lot between kisses.  It would seem they were fascinated with each other.  Both Jim and I had decided that they would be left to their own devices for a while.  When I thought Chris was ready, I approached him with a erotic plan.

       “Chris, have you fucked Megan yet”, I asked.

       He replied, “Not yet, I want to whip her first.”

       “Great let me show you something, and you will be able to do both at the same time.   Let me have Megan for a minute.”

       Chris nodded his head and let me take Megan of the couch.  He followed me as I walked her over to a whipping bench.  This bench was a little different, and an item of my own invention.  If a slave was standing,  facing the bench and told to bend over and place her tits on the leather covered surface, she would be standing, bent over.  She could be tied there, even with her legs spread and tied.  Then you could whip her ass, pussy or thighs as well as fuck her from behind.  If you bound a rope around her breasts, then she would be pressing her painfully restricted breasts down on the whipping bench, adding to her discomfort.  On the other hand, if you lay her down on her back, preferable with her bound arms under her, you could tie her down, face up on the bench.  You would need to position her at the edge of the bench with her ass sort of hanging off.  There are two eight feet tall posts on the corners of the whipping bench.  The slaves legs would be raised, pulled up and tied.  Her legs being pulled open and tied to the posts, spreading her legs widely, exposing her cunt to the whole world.  There is nothing she can do about it.  I tied Megan in the last pose, on her back with her legs pulled up and spread wide, tightly tied in that position.  Her cunt is cock high to the average man, and her breasts are exposed for what ever Chris wanted to do to them.

       “Chris, come here, let me show you something.  Megan’s cunt is now exposed, ready to be fucked.  Now if you would please, put your cock in her cunt and fuck her for a couple of minutes.  Then pull out.”

       Chris did as I asked.  In a moment he had Megan moaning with pleasure.  At about the two minute mark, he stopped and pulled his cock out of Megan, causing her to moan with disappointment.  I was standing there watching him, with a small flogger type whip in my hand.

       “Think about how her cunt felt to your cock.  It is nice and tight, am I correct.”

       “Yeah, I love her cunt“, replied Chris.

       ”Now watch this.  Use this whip to whip her cunt for a bit.”

       I struck her heated cunt, but she was aroused.  It took about four lashes with the whip for her to feel the pain.  I gave the whip to Chris.

       “OK, now, you whip her cunt like I showed you.”

       Chris was an apt student.  As he was shown, so he did.  His whip was effective and dead on.  In a moment Megan was struggling to avoid the whip, but could not.  After a few more strokes of the flogger on her cunt, I stopped him.

       “Now, Chris, put you cock back in her pussy.  I think you will find it is tighter and feels better, hotter.  Try it.”

       Chris walked up to Megan, and pushed his cock into her heated cunt.  He kept pushing it in and out, causing Megan to start a low soft moaning again..  Christ stopped fucking her, with his cock buried to his balls and turned to me.

       “Jack, that is amazing.  Her cunt is really tighter, and hotter.  I notice she is more responsive.  Wow!”

       I told him to go back to what  he as ding, and have a good time.  He continued to fuck Megan, and as he did so, he used the pussy whip to whip her breasts as he fucked her.  Both Megan and Chris were hot, and ready.  In a moment or two they both came.  It was hot and explosive.  I suspect, before the evening is over, he will be asking to date Megan.

       Well, I was right.  It was some time later when I was finished fucking Betsy.  Betsy was on her knees, her pretty full lips sucking my cock clean of my cum and her pussy juices, when Chris came over.  He sat down next to me.  He put Megan on her knees in front of him, telling her to attend to his cock while he talked with me.  Megan started to kiss and suck Chris’s cock as he looked down at his step mother, enjoying watching her suck my cock, as he talked.

       “Jack, I really like Megan, and have for some time.  I did not know she was a sex slave.  Now that I know, and have had her, I am even more interested in her.  I know she is your sex slave, so I am asking you if we can date.  I would like your permission to date her.”

       I looked at him, then down at Megan.  My hand was in his mother’s pretty brown hair, pulling her down on my cock.  Yeah, it would be good for Megan to have two regular masters.

       “Chris, I think that would be fine.  Would you want her to be a sex slave to you?”

       “Yes, Sir, I sure would.  I would like to treat her just like I have tonight, if that is all right.”

       “Chris, my man, you said the right words.  Yes, she can date you, and I insist that she be a sex slave to you.  If you had said ‘no’ to the sex slave situation, then I would not have approved.  But, yes, she is now your girl friend, and yes she is your sex slave.  Understand, also, you can use this room with her anytime you want to.  If there are nights when you want to stay over, then you will stay in her bed room and she will be your slave.  When you are over here, you can also have access to Jayne.  How’s that?”

       “Thank you, Sir”,  Chris exclaimed.  “I like it very much.  Thank you very much.”

       By now, Chris’s mother had raised my cock up again, and was sucking me to another cum.  As the heat rose in my cock, I looked across the room and saw that Jayne was tied on he back, on the whipping bench, being soundly fucked, again, by Jim Collins.  I wonder if he whipped her cunt before he fucked her.

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