Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 3

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Three

       I promised you I would talk about the sex life my wife, Jayne, and I enjoy.  Actually, it is relatively simple.  She is my absolute naked bound sex slave.  Well, when you think about it, I guess it is a little more complicated than that.  Don’t get the idea that Jayne is bound and whipped 24/7.  Yes, BDSM and sexual slavery is a major part of our lives, but there are other aspects, such as attending the theater, out with friends, dining and dancing.  But, at all times, she is my sex slave.  Well, you can see what I am talking about

       I have been fascinated by BDSM and the bondage arts since before I was a teenager.  As I grew up I would seek out submissive girls to date or have a relationship with..  I was very fortunate when I meet Jayne.  Mutual friends introduced us, and for me it was love at first sight.  She is a pretty thing.  Her hair is blonde, naturally, and she had a body to die for.  Her breasts, crowned with light coral colored nipples, are firm, beautifully shaped, and seem to be a bit large for her petit frame, but I am not complaining in the least.  Her legs were fantastic and her ass should have been in the Smithsonian!  The thing that attracted me more than her natural beauty was her submissive nature.  By the second date I was tying her hands behind her back.  Very soon after we were enjoying sex while she was bound in one form or another.  Jayne seemed to relish being bound, or restrained.  She loves ropes as they were more personal.  It did not take long to introduce her to the whip, and other items or gadgets for sexual torture and torment.  She was always ready for what I had in mind.

       We were married after about a year of dating.  I wanted to make sure she was the woman I wanted to spend my life with.  By the time we got married, she was my full fledged sex slave.  At our wedding, the gathered crowd had no idea that Jayne was sporting fresh whip striations on her breasts and sweet silky ass, covered by her wedding gown.  A dildo was installed in her sweet pussy and a small golden butt plug was placed in her ass.  A leather belt was tightly buckled around her waist.  A strap descending from the front of the belt ran between her legs, pressing into her pussy and the sweet crevice of her ass and buckled to the back of the waist belt.  This strap was pulled tight, pushing the butt plug and dildo tightly into her body.  It kept her aroused, yet tormented her, and caused her to sway a bit more when she walked down the isle to take her vows.  Later, in our marriage, we had a full Master/slave wedding, but that is a thought for another time.         Sometime after we were married, I experimented with giving her to one of my friends to used much as I do.  It seemed to be the next logical step in her sexual slavery.  She was timid and afraid, but would do as I asked.  I locked her wrists behind her back with leather wrist cuffs, and wrapped a leather strap around her elbows, forcing her fantastic tits our form her chest, showing them to best advantage, and making them more vulnerable and available to the whip.  Jake came to our house, not knowing what to expect.  It turned out to be an exciting and very stimulating evening for everyone.  When I allowed him to have her, I told my friend that he was to not take off her restraints.  I wanted her restrained as much as possible.  I discovered that being bound, restrained, chained as a turn on for her.  She loved being helpless.  Additionally, if she is restrained, it is pretty hard to refuse what you are told to do.. 

       That little experiment was a resounding success.  Over the years of our marriage we have become involved with a group of Masters and slaves.  We have gatherings during which our sex slaves are put through their paces.  Masters trade slaves for the evening.  I have even given Jayne to a friend of mine for a weekend on his birthday.  Jayne told me it was pretty rough, a bit scary, but exciting.  My friend said it was the greatest birthday gift he had ever received.  I think you could say I am totally besotted with my wife.  I am obsessed with her and her sexual slavery to me.

       Now, having said that, there is a new complication in my life.  Now, admittedly, the complication is delightful as it is in the form of my sixteen year old step daughter.  I had no idea she harbored sexual submissive desires like her mother.  I guess the acorn doesn’t fall very far from the tree!  She is a beautiful child in the same mold as her mother.  Needless to say I was surprised by this development, but you will not hear me complaining.  I do believe, however, that I must have that chat with my doctor so he can give me a prescription for Viagra or some other such medication.  I am in my forties and have two beautiful sex slaves to work on.  Obviously, I have to be “up” to the task!

       O.K. now back to our little saga about the sexual slavery of Megan.  Over the next weeks, both my wife and I worked with Megan.  School was out for the summer, so Megan’s time was unaccounted for.  This was a great time to train her.  She was kept naked all the time, and made to wear high heels during her every waking hour.  I really have a fetish for high heel shoes on naked women.  Her mother, Jayne, has lived with that mandate for all of her slavery to me.  I think it would be logical for Megan to obey that mandate.  We kept her bound a lot, and of course the sex.  It is always the sex.  I tried to fuck her at least once a day, and make her suck cock as often as I could.  Megan’s whippings were fairly mild at first, but after a reasonable period of adjustment, her whippings and torments were approaching the intensity level of Jayne’s. 

       Admittedly, the training schedule for Megan was somewhat accelerated. The reason for this was that we were hosting a party for our Master and slave friends.  Five couples were attending an evening soiree.  I probably should say, and all night soiree.  I wanted to present Megan at that gathering.

       How was Megan adapting, or accepting her training and new life role as a sex slave?  Very well, from my perspective.  She seemed willing to do anything I wanted.  It would seem that the tighter she was restrained, the more turned on she was.  Every time I slipped a finger into her sweet pussy, it was hot and soaking wet.  A good sign, I think.

       Her mother and I took her shopping to buy fetish wear (leather  corsets, leather boots, very high heel shoes, collars, wrist and ankle cuffs, leather arm restraints, and whips.  She was enthralled with whips.  She especially liked “floggers”, those multi-thongs whips that can deliver a lot of pain, and not do much skin damage.  We had her pick out a supply of nylon stockings of various colors, and several garter belts, including a couple made of leather.  She was made to buy nylon stockings with elastic and lace at the top to be worn without a garter belt..  She was now forbidden to wear panties and bra, and pantyhose were out of the question.  If we dressed to go out to dinner, or the theater, she went with us, dressed in evening finery, with no underwear, and thigh high stockings with elastic and lace around the top, and of course, my favorite, high heel shoes.  Her mother was teaching her how to make her self as classy, and sexy as possible.  We didn’t want her to look like some cheap hooker.  Megan was excited about the whole process.

       O.K. you now have the basics, so new let me tell you about Megan’s BDSM coming out party.  Five couples were invited.  They were told to expect a very extraordinary surprise.  Everyone was very excited by this mystery presentation of mine.  All knew it would be sexual, and involve BDSM.  But, that is all they knew.  I wanted it to be a major surprise to esoteric friends.

       On the day in question, Jayne made snacks for our guests.  We weren‘t concerned about alcohol, because the BDSM types I know don‘t drink very much.  They get high on the action.  We do serve wine.  Jayne dismissed herself to get ready, and to help Megan to get ready.  I wondered into Megan’s bedroom as preparations were being made.  Megan was nervous.

       I kissed a naked Megan when I walked into her room, and asked, “How’s it going Sweet Slave?

       “Uh…Jack, Sir, I am afraid.  I have never been in front of other people, bound and naked.  I am not sure what to do.”

       Smiling, I cupped her sweet breasts and replied, “It’s pretty easy, really.  I’ll be there to help you.  But, all you have to remember is what you have been trained for,  You know there are people there who will want to have sex with you.  Fucking and a blow jobs will be very common.  Others will want to torment you, whip you, or some other BDSM sport.  The group has rules, and if anyone goes “out of bounds”, he, or she, will be excluded from the group.  There are no exceptions..  Look, I love you, and I am proud to have you as my sex slave.  I will not allow anyone to injure you.  I want you to enjoy the evening.  After all, you are the evenings entertainment.  You will be a star.”

       Megan asked the next question, “Who will be having sex with me?”

       This question is a big hurdle, so I figured it would be best to jump it now, “Well, Megan my sweet, virtually everyone in the room will want to ravish you.  You will be bound, so you will be at their whim.  Just obey like you have been taught.  Besides us, there will be ten people in the room, half of the will be men.  So, right away, I can see you having sex with those five men.  From there on, it is anyone’s guess.  Just be your sweet little self and do what you are told, and submit to whatever is asked or demanded of you.  I will be there to keep an eye on things.  Remember, one of the rules is that you must obey and never refuse to do what another Master tells you.  You will be punished or raped until you submit.  Anything that happens tonight has already happened to you in the last month or so.  I am willing to bet that  you will have a good time.”

       Megan smiled, and said, “Jack, Sir, I love you.  I will make you proud of me.”

       “I have no doubt”, was my answer.

       The front door bell rang.  Our guests were here.  I opened the door and let ten beautiful people into our living room,  The men were dressed casually, and the women were wearing coats or capes, indicating they were naked and restrained in some fashion.  Our “club” decided a long time ago that all slaves should never be allowed to wear clothing at our affairs, and should always be restrained.  Tonight would be no exception.  I showed our guests to the basement.  I had turned the basement into an BDSM orgy room.  Over the years I had equipped it very well.  There were whipping posts, a whipping bench, several two seat couches and easy chairs, plenty of ropes, chains, straps and other restrain devices.  There were two king sized beds for the pleasure of our guests, and ourselves  Comfortable chairs and couches were strategically placed for comfort and sex.  This part of the basement had been kept locked so Megan would never be exposed to it and our lifestyle.  Now that she is my sex slave, the room is open all the time.  In fact, I plan to expand the room, and acquire more equipment. 

       Jim Collins pulled the cape from his wife.  Betsy was naked, with black high heel sandals.  She is a pretty thing with enormous breasts and a lush ass.  It was obvious that Jim had used his riding crop on both her tits and ass.  Her breasts were covered with pink striation marks from the whip.  Her ass seems to have been whipped with a strap, probably just before they came to our gathering. 

       Nora Watson was rather severely restrained.  Her arms were pulled behind her and locked in an arm sheath, a leather device that enclosed her hands and arms.  It was laced up tight, with straps tightly secured at the wrists and elbows.  She was magnificent.  Like Jayne, Nora has a tight body with sweet high perched breasts.  All her pubic hair has been removed by laser.  I have an appointment next week to do the same with Jayne.  I hope to have Megan’s pubic hair removed at the same time by the same method.  A woman looks more naked with the pubic hair removed.

       The other women were similarly attired..  Everybody stood around in my basement dungeon/orgy room, talking, looking the slaves over, and talking about the surprise I was presenting tonight.  Jayne was serving wine, soft drinks and juices.  She was magnificent, but in a little discomfort, maybe more than a little..  As usual she was naked with black high heel pumps.  Her wrists were locked behind her back with leather cuffs.  A black belt was buckled around her waist.  A tray was attached to the front of that belt.  There were two small silver chains attached to the front outer corners of the tray.  There were clamps attached to the other end of the chains.  Yeah, you’ve guessed.  The clamps were clamped to Jayne’s nipples.  Yep, that’s it.  Her nipples were supporting the tray.  Now to give you a sense of perspective, her wrists were locked behind her back with black leather wrist cuffs and a leather strap was tightly buckled about her elbows, forcing her already magnificent breasts out, making them more prominent and vulnerable,.  Since I didn’t want her to complain about the pain in her nipples, I gagged her with a rather large penis gag, effectively eliminating any protestations.  She was a delightful sight as she slowing walked around the room with a tray of glasses of wine and soft drinks on at tray attached to her nipples.

       The guests took their drinks, however, some did push down on the tray as they picked up their drinks to torment Jayne.  Some would stroke her clamped breasts, while others would fondle or slap her pussy.  A couple slapped her ass.  Jayne was a good soldier, and maintained her composure.  During all these assaults, she never spilled a drop of wine or soft drink.  I could see Jayne flinch each time her breasts and nipples were pressured.  I want you to know, however, I did walk up to her and put my large finger into her pussy, and it came out wet.  Yeah, she was aroused by what was happening.

       After about fifteen minutes of tete a tete, I called the meeting to order.  There were a couple of “housekeeping” things to talk about, then to the main event.  I had Jayne come and stand beside me.  The tray had been removed, yet she was still bound  and gagged.  Her nipples still showed the marks left by the nipple clamps.

       “Good People, I have a very pleasant surprise tonight.  We have a new slave to introduce to you.  Like all our slaves, this slave is a slave on her own decision.  She wanted to be a sex slave, even though she is young, she is wise beyond her years.  She has been in hard training for the last month or so, and I think she is ready to meet you.  Anything can be done with her.  She can be whipped on her breasts, cunt, ass, legs, and any other erotic spot you can name.  Any sex act can be demanded of her.  If she refuses, I would expect you to punish and rape her until she submits.  A caveat, however.  Since this is her first public appearance, be patient with her.  Jayne, if you would, please got get our initiate.”

       Jayne turned and walked down the hall to the next room.  Jayne was a picture of naked submissive beauty.  Wearing only black patent leather pumps, black leather collar, and black wrist and ankle cuffs, she was a sadists dream girl.  Her wrists were locked behind her back and a gag still in her mouth.  When she came right back out, she was pulling a leash in her bound hands.  At the end of that leash was Megan, however, it might be hard to identify her.  Megan was a essence of a fetish fantasy.  She was erotically beautiful, beyond belief.  My cock took a major surge when I saw her being led by the equally gorgeous Jayne. 

       Megan was gagged with a large penis gag.  She had full length leather gloves on her hands and arms, which were tightly secured behind her back with wrist cuffs.  She was wearing a black leather collar to which the leash was attached.  Her wrists were pulled up between her shoulder blades, held there by a strap which was attached to a “D” ring on the back of her collar.  This bondage, with her wrists pulled up so high, left her body open to torment, the whip and what ever a master wanted to do.  Megan’s waist was in a black leather corset (waist cincher), tightly set and laced very tight.  It nipped her waist down two sizes smaller.  Her magnificent breasts were bare above the corset, as was her pussy and ass below the corset.  Her blonde pubic hair seemed to invite the gathering to enjoy her pussy.  Garter straps descended from the corset to support dark gray nylon stockings, which complimented the black leather high heel pumps she had on.  She was incredible, a fetishist dream, a sadists “wet dream”.  Jayne brought her to me.

       Taking the leash from Jayne, I addressed the gathering.  Jayne knelt beside me, making sure she spread her legs allowing access to her cunt.  I bent down and kissed her, patted her pussy, then turned to the excited group.

       “Well, good people, I promised you a very exciting surprise.  Some of you may recognized this young lady, while others wonder who she is.  She is Megan, my step daughter.  Her beautiful mother is on her knees beside me.  We are proud to present her to you.”

       There was excited applause and vocalizations. For a lot of men, I was envied.  To have a mother and daughter sex slave team was the wet dream of many a man. I leaned over to Megan and kissed her on her gagged mouth, and giving her breasts a squeeze.  A quick check of her pussy revealed it was moist.  My sweet little daughter was aroused by her predicament.

       “Let me continue.  She came to mother and I, indicating she wanted to be a sex slave like her mother.  Well, what could I do.  I took her under my wing and have been training her for the last month or so to be a quintessential sex slave.  Her mother was a fantastic teacher and mentor, also.  What you see before you is a very beautiful girl of sixteen, the age of consent in our state, who is an accomplished submissive and sex slave.  Virtually anything is possible with her.  Yes, you will be able to sample her talents tonight.  Now, I know you horny bastards will gang up on her,  and ravish her beyond reason.  Yes, you may whip her, torment her, bind her, fuck her, and have her suck your cocks.”

       There was excitement in the group.  I could see hard cocks every where.  I wanted them to enjoy Megan, but there needed to be some type of control.  I had devised a plan.  I produced a small glass bowl with five marbles in it.  Each marble had a number on it.  The marble also had a long lanyard attached which allowed it’s possessor to put it around his neck.  The need for this will be apparent.

       “I want each of you Masters to step forward and take a marble from this bowl.“.         Each man did so.  There was a number on the marble was small enough that from her position in front of the group, Megan could not see or know the number each man held.  I removed Megan’s gag.

       “Megan, I want you to pick a number between one and five.  Tell me which number you selected.”

       Megan was still a little unsure of her self, but after clearing her throat, she said, “Sir…, I… pick number three.”

       Jim Collins was number three.  “She’s mine, I guess.”

       “Jim, come and take Megan’s leash.  What do you intend to do with her.?”

       Collins took Megan’s leash and pulled her to him.  He put both hands on her pretty face, holding it still while he kissed her.

       “Well, let’s see.  You know how I like how whip a great pair of tits, so Megan can count on her great pair of tits being whipped.  Then I think I need to have my cock sucked by that pretty little mouth.  Come slave, we have some work to do.”

       Megan looked back at me as Jim Collins tugged on her leash, pulling her and his slave, Betsy towards a whipping post in the center of the room.  I smiled at her, and nodded my head approvingly  Without releasing Megan’s wrists and arms he used ropes to bind her to the whipping post, her back being to the post with her breasts out for the whole room to see.

       “Megan, spread your legs, now!

       Megan obey as best she could.  She was magnificent.  I pulled Jayne to me, standing behind her, and was fondling her breasts as we watched our daughter take her next big steps into sexual slavery.  Jayne was standing in front of me with my arms around her, playing with her breasts and pussy.  Her wrists were still bound behind her.  Her soft delicate hands found my rigid cock and was stroking it as I enjoyed fondling her.  I removed Jayne’s gag.  She turned her head and kissed me.  It was a proud moment for us.  Jim pulled Betsy to him, hugging her, pressing her enormous breasts against him.

       He kissed her and said, “Betsy my love, I want you on your knees in front of Megan.  I want you to suck her pussy.”

       Betsy Collins walked up to Megan and leaned forward, kissing and sucking Megan’s nipples.  Then she knelt down in front of Megan, moving up to her exposed cunt.  Megan closed her eyes and caught her breath as she felt Betsy’s lips and tongue on her pussy.  Betsy knew her job, and in a moment or two, Megan’s pussy was sending delightful messages to her brain, and the rest of her body.  She was moaning, and beginning to tremble as Jim stepped up to her.  Using a light weight flogger, he took aim at Megan‘s delicious breasts.  The air was broken by the flogger and a sound of leather on flesh let us know his whip was true.  Megan‘s eyes popped open as her breast shook and jiggled under the assault.  The whip landed again on the other breast with equal force.

       Jim stopped, turning to the kneeling Betsy, and ordered, “Suck my cock while I deal with Megan.”

       Betsy turned and took his cock into her mouth, her breasts touching his thighs.  Megan looked down and watched Betsy do her best as she heard the whip break the air again.  Her breasts came alive.  Jim Collins knew how to whip tits.  When he thought Megan was at her pain limit, he lowered h is whip and ordered Betsy to work on Megan’s cunt again.  Poor Megan, riding an erotic roller coaster.  Betsy was raising her libido, while Jim would take her down with the pain in her breasts. 

       Jim Collins changed tactics.  Betsy was still working feverously on Megan’s pussy, while Jim was sucking Megan’s nipples.  Megan was in an erotic ozone.  Jim pulled back, and raised his whip again while Betsy was still sucking.  He struck Megan’s breasts with a light touch, just flicking her breasts and nipples.  It seemed Megan became even more aroused.  Jim kept up the light touch with the whip, matching the cadence set by Megan and Betsy.  In a moment, it was obvious that Megan was at the point of no return.  She was beginning to cum.  Just as Megan’s climax beginning to take hold, Jim brought his whip across Megan’s breasts, hard, very hard.  He kept rapidly whipping her breasts as Betsy brought her to a climax.  Megan’s breasts were bouncing, trembling and bouncing together under Jim’s whip.  Megan was cumming and screaming into her gag.  Her hips were pumping, as if humping an invisible lover.  Betsy back away and watched the beauty of what her husband and she had caused.

       Megan finally came down to Earth as Jim was stroking her well whipped breasts.  He removed her gag and kissed her.  An exhausted Megan smiled and kissed him back.  Loosening the ropes, he freed Megan from the whipping post.  Her wrists were still locked to the collar she wore.  She was trembling as he walked her over to one of the easy chairs, and placed her on her knees in front of the chair.  After he sat down, and had Betsy stand in front of him, and turn her back to him.  He released her wrists.  Megan was watching what was happening with some confusion.

       Jim spoke to both Megan and Betsy.  “Megan, you are bound and I have no intention on releasing you.  You are magnificent the way you are.  Betsy is going to hold and stroke my cock for you while you suck me off.  Do you hear me?

       Both Megan and Betsy nodded their heads.  Without anymore verbal communication, Megan moved forward as Betsy grasped Jim Collins massive erection.  She put her hand on the back of Megan’s neck and pushed her forward to Jim’s cock.  Megan knew her responsibilities and took Jim’s cock into her sweet mouth.  She went to her task like a proper slave, while Betsy stroked Jim’s cock and cradled his balls, matching Megan’s cadence.  It didn’t take long.  Jim’s cock erupted into my daughter’s mouth.  From what I could tell, it was an explosive climax.  Betsy kept stroking and Megan kept sucking.  The gathering of onlookers began to applaud.  It was a thing of beauty to watch a novice slave cum because her breasts were being whipped and then suck her tormentor to a heated climax.  Jim is a master of the whip, and deserved to have his cock sucked and stroked by Megan and Betsy.

       I hugged and kissed Jayne.  We were so proud of our daughter.  She was proving to be a excellent, and exciting sex slave.