Megan's Question

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Twelve

       I have made a decision.  I want Betsy Collins to be my slave, live in 24/7 sex slave.  Sadly, Jim Collins has passed away nearly a year ago.  Yes, I have been dominating Betsy Collins, and am thinking about making her a 24/7 sex slave.  But, having said that, I have other important things to do.  I have a daughter who wants to get married, and we must make preparations.  I sat down with Chris and Megan to determine what they expected from their wedding.  We all agreed that a BDSM Master/slave wedding would not be possible.  There was just not enough time to prepare for that, and some of our “vanilla” relatives would not understand.  They decided to have a “vanilla” wedding, and have the reception be BDSM in nature.

       In the interim, I had business with Betsy.  I made a date with her for dinner.  I picked her up precisely at 7:30 PM.  It was about a forty five minute drive to the country club.  Betsy was beautiful.  She greeted me at the door with a passionate kiss.  I told her to stand back and walk around so I could appreciate how she was dressed, and what she looked like.

       Incredible!  I don’t have any other word to use.  She was wearing a cream colored silky blouse and a dark brown skirt.  Dark brown hose covered her incredible (there’s that term again) legs.  Her feet were shod in dark brown patent leather high heels.  Her tan skin, dark brown reddish hair and sparkling blue eyes were devastating.  Her skirt was tailored to fit tastefully tight, the hem of which was several inches above her knees.  I was sure she would have to be careful when sitting down to keep the tops of her stockings from showing.  It was obvious her blouse was made just for her.  While it buttoned down the front, there were no buttons on the blouse above her nipples.  This meant she was showing a delightful amount of cleavage.  The slope of her breasts could be seen.  There was nothing she could do to reduce the amount of breast she was showing  It was also obvious that she was wearing no bra.  I assumed she had no panties on, either.

       As we were traveling in my car to the restaurant, Betsy made sure she pulled her skirt up so I could see her cunt, her naked cunt.  I could see the brown garter belt used to hold up her stockings.  My cock was raging as I was running my hand up and down her creamy nylon covered thigh and slipping it down, and into her soaking cunt.  By the time we arrived at the restaurant, she was about to cum, but I would not allow it..  I wanted to take my cock out so Betsy could stroke it, or suck it, but how would I get out of the car at the restaurant?  I was wearing a sport jacket which would help cover my erect cock, and erect it was.  Oh, well, we will deal with that later.

       We had a fantastic dinner.  We controlled ourselves.  You see, I had a plan.  My plan was to have a rather ordinary dinner, then adjourned to my place and proposed that Betsy become my live in sex slave.  I wanted it this way so by the time she either turned me down, or accepted her slavery to me, she would know exactly what was expected of her.

       True to my plan, we did return to my house after dinner.  I think Betsy was confused,  I didn’t make her undress in the car, and I didn’t make her suck my cock on the way home.  I didn’t bind or cuff her hands behind her back.  When we got to my place I took her to the living room in stead of the basement.  I sat her in an easy chair in the living room.  I gave her a glass of wine and sat down in another easy chair, facing her.  Betsy sipped her wine, but I could tell she was wondering why tonight was so different.

       “Betsy, tonight is different, because it is very important to the both of us. I want to say some thing to you, and I would appreciate you remaining quiet, quiet until I finish, then we can talk.  Do you understand?”

       Betsy paused then answered, “No, not really.  I suspect I will when you say what you want to say.  I really want to hear what’s on your mind.”

       Smiling and sipping my wine, I replied, “Well, here goes.  I want you to be my 24/7 live in sex slave.  I want you to live with me, much as a wife, but also as my complete, bound, naked sex slave.  We would live like all the neighbors, to outward appearances, but you will be my sex slave, living by a whole different set of rules.  The reason I am doing this, like this, is because I don‘t want to be distracted.  You are a woman of incredible beauty.  If you were naked right now, and possibly bound, I am afraid my cock would do my thinking for me, and we would not get anything done.  This is important, so I am trying to stay in control.”

       I could see a smile on her beautiful face, and the look of heated lust in her eyes.  I felt good about this evening, and its possible out come.  I continued with what I wanted to say.

       “As my sex slave, you will live here, be subject to my every sexual and sadistic whim.  You already have a taste of what that is like.  The word “no” will no longer part of your lexicon.  You will subject to what ever I want.  Yes, you will be bound, whipped and downright tortured.  You will never be injured, maimed, or even have your beautiful skin broken.  It will, however, bear the striations of my whip, and a bruise or two.  You nipples may be tender sore from my clamps and whip.  Additionally, no sex act will be refused.  Any refusal, or reluctance to obey, questioning me on what I am doing to, and with you will result in instant punishment.  This will be punishment quick and harsh, and will continue until you submit to what ever I wanted to do.”

       I took a sip of wine, then continued, “While here, or some other private place, you will always be naked, wearing high heel shoes.  You may also be required to were a leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs so it is easy to make you helpless.  When we are in public, you will dress like you did tonight.  You will be classy, yet seductive, discretely displaying your body as I decide.  I know this is not a surprise to you, but I wanted you to hear it from my mouth before you commit yourself to be my sex slave.”

       Betsy seemed aroused.  Several times her hand started down her body to her pussy, but stopped just above it.  She brushed her nipple several times.  It was obvious her breath was coming quicker. 

       I paused to let her digest what I had said, then pushed on, “Lastly, you will be given to any number of people whom I think are worthy of you slavery.  You will submit to anyone I give you to.  You will be bound and tormented just as I do to you.  You will be required to fuck them, suck them, or any other sex act they require of you.  If you refuse to submit to them, you will be punished, tormented and tortured until you submit.  If we have house guests who know you are my sex slave, you will always be naked when they are here, even if I don‘t let them touch you.  There will be times when you will be bound, and possibly gagged when we have house guests.  If that be the case, it is because I want you that way.  Of course, there will be house guests who will be allowed to have their way with you..  If I think you should be dressed, I will tell you. I am sure there are other things which will be put upon you, but that seems to be the gist of what it would be like being my sex slave.  Now that I have said my piece, I suppose it is natural for you to talk to me now, and let me know what you think of what I have just proposed.”

       Betsy sat there, sipping her wine, looking over her wine glass with those beautiful  deep blue eyes.  I noticed her wine glass was trembling, ever so slightly.  She remained silent, as if trying to gather her fortitude and regain her voice.  When she spoke, her voice was shaky and a little “husky“.

       “Wow, you did have a lot to say.”  Betsy paused, then continued, “Jack, I think you know how I feel about you.  I have always enjoyed the way you make me feel when you dominate me.  I have long admitted my masochistic leanings, even compulsions, and I accept them, even embrace them.  I cannot change, I am a slave, a sex slave, and was meant to be a sex slave.  I have wondered what it would be like to be a slave to you.  I think I had my mind made up some time back, so tonight my answer comes easy.  Yes, or maybe I should say, ‘Yes Sir’, I want to be your sex slave.  I think I love you, love you very much.  I also desire you, very much.  I surrender to you.  Please, make me your sex slave.”

       I smiled, “There is another thing.  I want to collar you, making you wear my slave collar.  Do you consent?”

       With a dreamy lust laden smile, Betsy replied, “Yessir, I would love to wear your collar.”

       I looked at her, and said, “Sweet Slave, I want you to stand up and remove your blouse and skirt.”

       Betsy stood up in front of the easy chair, facing me.  Her trembling fingers unbutton her blouse as she removed it.  She is magnificent.  Reaching down to her waist, she unbuttoned her skirt and moved the sipper down letting the skirt drop to the floor.  She stepped out of the skirt, and bent to pick it up.  She placed her skirt on the chair next to her blouse.  Putting her hands behind her neck, she turned around slowly, letting me see and admire her.  Lately, every time I have seen Betsy, I had her pose thusly.

       “Betsy, open the drawer in the end table next to your chair.  There you will find a pair of police handcuffs and a leather strap with a penis gag attached.  Gag yourself, tightly, then handcuff yourself with your hands behind your back.  Make sure they are tight on your wrists.”

       I watched this beauty as she bent to retrieve the items from the end table.  To watch her move was exciting.  My cock ached as I watched her breasts sway with her movement and hang beautifully when she bent over.  Betsy put the penis gag in her mouth.  She was looking at me as she buckled the straps holding the gag in her mouth.  She pulled the straps tight, pushing the gag deep in her mouth.  Her eyes never left mine.  The handcuffs were next.  In a moment, with the ratcheting of the handcuffs, Betsy had made herself helpless.  Naked, gagged and helpless.  I made her stand there, turning slowly showing off herself while I undressed.  It was a relief to release my cock from its confines.  The whole time I was undressing Betsy was watching..  I could see her nipples were hard with arousal.

       I walked to her, taking her in my arms and hugging her.  I kissed her gagged mouth as I fondled her breasts.  She was incredible. 

       I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and said.  “You know I will love you,, and take care of you.  But, you must also know I will be harsh with you, and at times downright cruel, don’t you?  Are you sure this what you want?”

       I felt Betsy’s body tremble against me.  As I looked into her pretty blue eyes, I saw a small tear form in each one.  Betsy raised her gagged face to me and nodded her pretty head, then laid it on my chest as she pressed her body tighter to mine.  My cock pulsed against her silky belly. 

       I wanted to remove the handcuffs as they are a little too rough, especially when fucking a slave.  Using a leather strap, I bound Betsy’s elbows, pulling them tightly together.  After removing the handcuffs, I secured her wrists with another strap.  I turned her back to me so I could see her eyes and face.  I was fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples and I looked into her pretty eyes.  I ran my hand down to her cunt, slipping a finger inside.  She was hot and wet.  I hugged her again, pulling her to my body, all the time looking into her eyes.

       In a near whisper, I asked, “You are afraid of what I am going to do to you, aren’t you?”

       Betsy nodded her head as her body trembled ever so slightly.

       “Even though you are afraid, I think you still want me to do what ever I want to you.  Am I correct?”

       Betsy closed her eyes and nodded her head, a little more emphatically.

       “Do you want me to show you any mercy?”

       Without hesitation. Betsy moved her head side to side, indicating “no“.

       “What if I decided to hold you here, incognito, as my sex slave and bound prisoner, for as long as I want, and the world would never know.  Do you want that?”

       Tears formed in her pretty blue eyes as she nodded her head again.

       “I think you love me, and you don’t care what I do to, or with you.  Is that correct?”

       With tears running down her pretty gagged face, Betsy nodded her head, then pressed her body against mine as she pressed her head against my chest.  My cock was nearly at the exploding point.  I didn’t dare touch it as I knew it erupt into a near debilitating climax.

       “Pretty slave, we have business in the basement.”

       I grasped her upper arm and pushed her towards the stair way leading to the basement.  I took her to the whipping post, the one I had modified with the hinged dildo mounted on the post.  I pushed Betsy’s back against the post.  Before tying her there I raised the hinged rubber cock and buried it in her cunt.  Locking it into position, she now stood with her back to the whipping post, impaled and helpless to move by her cunt.  Next, I used two long lengths of rope to bind her breasts.  Wrapping the ropes tightly around the base of each breast, I caused them to balloon from her chest, making them more sensitive, and more vulnerable to my whip.  There was uncomfortable pressure on her bound breasts.  I pulled the ropes up and ran them through a ring at the top of the whipping post.  I pulled the ropes up tight, pulling her bound breast up and placing a lot of her weight on her breasts.  Now her cunt was impaled on the hinged dildo and she was hanging by her breasts.  My cock throbbed with the beat of my heart.  She was the most magnificent slave prisoner I have ever seen.

       I kissed her gagged mouth, and said, “Sweet Slave, I am going to whip you.  Even if you changed your mind about submitting to me, it is too late.  You are mine.”

       Betsy, with arousal in her pretty eyes, she nodded her head, again.  She is a magnificent specimen of a beautiful woman, and an awesome slave.  I walked to the wall and selected a medium weighted flogger type whip.  My cock was so hard it was almost painful.  Picking up the whip, I walked to Betsy.  The whole time she was watching me, especially my rigid cock.

       I grasped her chin and raised her face to me, and said, “Slave, I notice that you like to look at my cock.  Well, let’s set a new rule.  When my cock is exposed, you are to look at it constantly.  No where else but my cock, unless told otherwise.  My cock is an important part of me, therefore it is your master.  Understand?”

       Betsy trembled again, and nodded her head.  I squeezed and kissed her breasts, then slapped them several times.  Then my hand moved down to her sweet smooth hairless cunt.  My finger slipped into her soaking pussy next to the impaling dildo and teased her clit.  Even though her cunt was impaled on the rubber cock, her hips were attempting to move and hump my hand.  I slapped her cunt.

       “No slave, no cum for you, at least not now.  We have other business we must take care of.”

       Backing away slightly, I raised my whip and brought is sharply against her tightly bound breasts.  They jiggled delightfully and settle back into position.  Normally her breasts would bounce and sway under the whip, but in this case they were bound so tightly they only jiggled deliciously.  Again my whip found its mark, this time across her nipples.  I picked up speed and severity.  Soon her breasts kept jiggling continually under my whipping.  Betsy was crying and screaming into her gag.  I wanted to take her past the masochistic pleasure of being whipped to the pain of being whipped.  When Betsy started to cry, I knew I was there.  I stopped a leaned down to kiss her breasts, specifically her nipples..  In a moment or two, the cries turned to moans of pleasure.   I stood again, and lashed out at her breasts five more times each.  The tears returned.

       Moving down, I started to whip her proffered cunt.  I love this modification to my whipping post.  Depending on whether a slave is facing the shipping post, or her back is to it, her ass or cunt is very vulnerable to the whip.  In this case, Betsy’s beautiful cunt was my target.  Before very long, she was feeling the full brunt of my whip against the delicate area.  Her sobbing was continuous now.  I lowered my whip to the fronts of her thighs.  Her ankles were not bound so she danced a “slaves dance”, moving and attempting to jump away from the whip.  She could not as she was held fast, by her impaled cunt and bound breasts.

       Finally, I adjusted my whip so it would reach around her, striking the backs of her thighs and her ass.  When I finished Betsy was sobbing into her gag.  I had left striations and welts on her beautiful body.  She was well whipped.  I had just whipped a woman harder and longer that I have ever done before.  I have to admit it was exhilarating.  My cock had never been more rigid,  When I figured she had endured enough, I stopped and threw my whip onto the bed. 

       I sat down on an easy chair, sitting there looking at Betsy.  I did not dare stroke my cock, it would have erupted.  When Betsy settled down and her crying ceased, I went to her.  First, I lowered the hinged dildo, sliding it out of her pussy.  Betsy moaned.  It seemed to me it was a sound of disappointment.  I put my hand against her heated pussy, and found it was literally oozing sweet pussy juices.  After lowering the rope which were pulling at her breasts, and removing the ropes binding them, I hugged her, kissing he gagged mouth.  I also kissed and sucked her nipples. Betsy pressed her body against mine, even harder than before her whipping.  I raised her face to mine and kissed her gagged mouth again, then kissing the tears from her pretty blue eyes.  I removed the gag from her mouth, then put my lips to hers, kissing her.  Betsy’s response was hot, passionate, and lingering.  Her hot tongue dueled with mine.  When at last I broke the kissed, I cupped her chin and looked into her eyes again.

       “Slave, you have had a taste of what is in store for you if you continue to be my slave.  I’ll give you a chance to back out, right now.  If you elect to stay, I will keep you for my sex slave for as long as I want.  Do you understand?  What is your choice?”

       Betsy answered, barely above a lust laden whisper, “Jack, sir, I am your slave.  I love you.  Keep me forever.”

       I kissed Betsy again, then put her on a near by bed and fucked her until we both succumbed to earth shattering climax’.  My cum was so complete, I was exhausted, laying on Betsy, her magnificent battered breasts against me and my cock buried in her delicious cunt.  Before I knew it, I fell asleep, my sexual exhaustion was so complete.  About an hour later I awoke.  Betsy was sleeping under me.  I moved, pulling my cock from her incredible cunt.  Betsy was sleeping so hard she did not feel me moving.  She stirred momentarily.  The soft light from the  bedside lamp illuminated her.  She was a beautiful creature. 

       I was concerned about her arms and wrists and the blood circulation.  Gently I rolled her on her side, the whole time I was looking at her, amazed as how beautiful she was.  My cock began to stir again.  I check her arms and hands and found there was no circulation problems.  Even though her bondage was rather severe, I opted to leave her bound.  I wanted her to ask me to release her.

       I lay down beside her, my belly and cock against her back, sweet ass and bound arms and hands.  I put my arm around her, “spooning” her into me.  Her steady breathing told me she was in a deep sleep.  Even so, when my cock touched her bound hands, her delicate fingers opened and grasped my cock.  What a wonderful slave, and what a fantastic way to go sleep.