Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 6

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Six

       Now, we must get back to how I handled the Chris Collins situation.  First, I wanted to talk with Jayne about it.  Megan was still a little tired from her “coming out“, so went to bed early.  It gave me a chance to talk with Jayne.

       Oh, ,yes, I didn’t forget about you readers.  After making Jayne and Megan suck each others cunt to a cum, we sat on the couch orgy room.  We kissed, hugged and fondled.  Megan wanted to suck my cock.  I let her suck for a little while, but in the end I made them kneel on the floor in front of the couch.  They bent over onto the seat of the couch with their asses facing me, their breast pressed down on the couch cushions.  They were not bound and were holding hands as they waited for me.  I started fucking Jayne, then moved to Megan.  I did this back and forth fucking until they both had a cum.  After that Megan went to bed, I wanted to have a climax with Jayne.  No, I did not have a cum, but I intended to, later.

       Now back to our saga.  Jayne and I were lying in bed, my arm around her and her head on my chest while she stroked my painfully erect cock.  I told her about the conversation I had with Jim Collins, and what I proposed to do about it.  Jayne listened as she stroked my cock.

       “Alright, I know you and Megan are my sex slaves, and I can do anything I want with you, but you are Megan’s mother, so I am asking for you opinion.”

       “Sir, I know a lot of parents would disapprove of our life style, especially since we have brought Megan into it.  I don’t care.  I can’t help having a slave personality, but I love being your sex slave.  I can’t imagine living any other way.  When I think about the things you, and others do to me, and require of me, I get very turned on.  When I learned that Megan has the some intense submissive feelings, I knew I had to protect her.  The best way to do that was to let her be your sex slave.  I knew you and our friends would be strict with her, and the sex would be rough.  I knew she would thrive under our care.  I did not want her to fall victim to someone who would damage her, might possibly kill her.  There is also the idea that if her friends found she was so submissive, she might become a target for bullies, or worse.  I know I was.”

       When I asked her what she meant, she explained, “When I was in high school, I dreamed of a strong male who would take me his prisoner, and make me his slave, a sex slave.  I was in love with a boy at my school.  I would have done anything for him.  I wanted him to master me, to make me his sex slave.  I revealed this to this  boy and he called me a freak.  I was devastated.  Then he told everyone about it.  There were moments when I considered suicide.  Eventually, I had to change schools.  I didn’t date again until I was nearly out of college, even then, I never revealed my feelings.  I always felt something was missing in my life, and I knew what it was.  I don’t want that to happen to Megan.  I am so fortunate to have a master like you.  I know you can be severe, even bordering on cruel, but I know you love me, and do these things because we love it, and want it to be our life.  When you tie me up, the tighter you tie me, the more aroused I am.  I don’t know how to explain it, it is just the way I am.  I have learned Megan is the same.   I love our life, and I can honestly say I will do anything you want, because I am your sex slave.  Megan and I come from the same gene pool.”

       Jayne paused for a moment, seemingly gathering her thoughts, then she continued.  “I think I made the right decision, and you have been wonderful.  It has been good for Megan, and she is a very happy girl.  She has made the Dean’s list at high school last year, and last week she contacted her teachers for more assignments during vacation to raise her grade point average.  We have every reason to be proud of her.”

       Jayne kept stroking my cock as she talked.  She raised her head and kissed me, then continued with her thoughts.  “Now, comes this Chris thing.  I know him and he seems to be a sharp kid.  This news about him dominating Betsy, along with Jim, is a surprise, but I am not shocked, anymore than I am shocked at what we are doing.  Maybe this is a good thing.  Here is a young man who understands and loves BDSM.  He is currently dominating a beautiful sexy slave.  I would think he would be ideal, and would keep his mouth shut.  I want Megan to remain in our BDSM group, and I think you should be able to enjoy her slavery.  Introducing her to Chris in a group setting would keep the two of them in our group so we can monitor them, and tutor them in the BDSM arts.  Who knows, they might like each other, may even become an ‘item‘.  In the meantime Megan will have to submit to him, just like me and the other women in our little group.  If you want to do it this way, I will agree with you.”

       She squeezed my painfully erect cock, and kissed me.  “Jack, Sir…, I really need you, and your cock.  Would you let me get on top and ride you cock to a climax, then let me suck you to a cum?  I want to be fucked by you so bad.”

       I kissed her, then virtually picked her up and made her straddle my thighs, with my cock touching her pussy lips.  My rigid cock slid into her soaking wet pussy.  Jayne groaned as she felt this phallic invasion of her heated passage.  True to her request, she rode me, and rode me hard.  I made her keep her hands behind her back, allowing me to slap her magnificent breasts, to watch them bounce and quiver.  Her ass was also a target for spanking as she fucked me.  Finally, she did climax.  It seemed as if her cum lasted forever.  She collapsed on my chest.  I put my arms around her and whispered, “I love you, Sweet Slave.”

       When Jayne returned to sanity, she kissed me, then moved down my body, kissing every inch of me as she blazed a trial down m chest and belly with her tongue, then taking my cock, wet with her pussy juices, into her mouth.  She kept working my cock, sucking it and lashing it with her sweet tongue, stroking it with her hands.  My cock and balls were aching.  In a very short time I was spewing molten hot cum into her mouth and throat.  She has to be the absolute best cock sucker I have ever experienced.  I do admit, however, that Megan has learned her craft and is improving every day.

       Up until now, I had whipped and tormented Megan as a BDSM sex game, to arouse her and myself..  These times are delicious, but I had not been presented with an occasion to punish her, real punishment for a violation of slave rules.  When I came home from the publishers on Wednesday afternoon, I found Jayne working on the computer.  True to the rules, she was searing her leather collar, and the usual leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  Her feet were shod in a delightful pair of very black high heel sandals with ankle straps.  Very appealing and very sexy.  I approved.  I kissed her, then walked into the living room and found Megan there, naked as she is supposed to be, and wearing her collar along with the requisite wrist and ankle cuffs.  She was reading a chemistry text book from high school and making notes.  I immediately noticed, however, she wore no shoes.  I kissed her and hugged her.  Megan hugged me a kissed me with a hot passionate kiss like I expect.  Then I looked at her waiting for her to realize she was in violation of a cardinal rule of mine; always wear high heel shoes.

       “How‘re you doing, Sweet Slave?”

       Megan hugged me again, and replied, “Just wonderful.  Is there anything you want of me?  Any thing?”

       “Not right at this moment.  There is a more important issue at hand.”

       Megan looked at me with a question on her face.  “Is there something wrong?”

       “Yes, seriously wrong.  Where are you shoes?”

       Megan was horror struck.  She looked down at her feet, then back up at me, then started to stutter, trying to come up with some explanation, but none was coming.  I grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet and pushing them behind her back, I locked her wrist cuffs there.

       From an end table drawer, I pulled a penis gag.  Quickly she was gagged.  Now she had a look of concern on her pretty face.  A tear had formed at the corner of her pretty blue eyes.  She was afraid.

       “Slave, I told you that my slave roles are mandate, and not taken lightly.  You will have to be punished.”

       I walked Megan into where the computer was located, and where Jayne was still working.  She was surprised to see a bound, gagged Megan, with fear in her eyes, and the hardened look on my face.

       “Slave, have you noticed your daughter, my slave, is not wearing her high heels?”

       Jayne looked at Megan‘s feet, and just shook her head.  She had no answer.

       “Well, since she is your daughter, and you have been with her today, you bear some responsibility.  Stand up and put your arms behind you.”

       I locked Jayne’s wrists together behind her back..  I reached out and pinched her right nipple.

       “Ladies, lets go down to the orgy room.  We have some business down there.”         Jayne lead the way, while I followed bringing Megan.  I looked down at Megan.  As she walked her breast jiggled delightfully.  ’Damn, I thought.  Chris does not know what a treasure he will be handed.  I wish I had been that lucky when I was in high school.’

       Then I looked at Megan’s fantastic mother as she walked a head of me.  I was admiring her he ass and legs, thinking, ’Chris, wait until you get you hands on Megan’s mother.  You’ll lose your mind!’  We stopped at Megan’s bedroom, just long enough for me to slip her high heels on her feet.

       In the orgy room, I didn’t wait for explanation.  None was needed.  I took Megan by her upper arm and walked her to the middle of the room, under a rope which descended from the ceiling on a winch.  I attached the rope to Megan’s locked wrist cuffs, then locked her ankle cuffs together.  On the wall I flipped a switch which started the ceiling winch moving, pulling the rope, and Megan’s wrists towards the ceiling.  This forced her to bend at the waist as her wrists were pulled high and higher.  I raised them to the point where she would not be able to move around, not enough to cause serious pain or injury.  Her ass and cunt were exposed from the rear, and her magnificent breasts were hanging down from her chest like delicious ripe fruit.  I could hear her breathing hard behind her gag.  Jayne stood there, naked and bound, with a concerned look on her face.  I motioned for her to stand still and stay out of this.  Even though Jayne was my sex slave, she was still Megan’s mother.

       I walked around Megan, touching her ass, fondling her breasts and stroking her thighs.  Using a length of rope, I bound Megan’s breasts at the base of her tits.  Pulling the rope tight as I wrapped the rope around the base of her breasts causing them to balloon out from her chest.  This pressure on her breasts was uncomfortable as I pulled the ropes tighter, and made them more sensitive.  I squeezed each breast to test the tautness of  each breasts.  I was satisfied they were tight, very tight.  They looked magnificent.  As an added measure, I put a Japanese butterfly clamp on each nipple.  Megan moan behind her gag, telling me there was some pain in her breasts.

       I  undressed, my cock was rigid again.  On one hand Jayne was standing there, naked and bound, while Megan was tightly bound, bent over, awaiting her whipping.  I kissed Jayne for a moment or two, and enjoyed her breasts and cunt. 

       Jayne whispered, “Please…be merciful with her.“

       I kissed Jayne again, then, I chose a multi-strand flogger from the wall rack and shook it out.  Walking over to Megan, I flicked the whip against her ass, and thighs, then brought it down to her bound breasts, flicking them.  No real pain, but letting her know I was there, ready to whip her.  I proceeded to whip her ass and the backs of Megan’s thighs softly, at first.  My whip strokes became stronger. I directed my whip to Megan’s exposed cunt.  The whip is true.  Megan whimpered and attempted to jump from the pain of whip hitting her pussy, but her bondage prevented that.  I went around to her side, and let my whip find her bound breasts.  They quivered and jiggle slightly under the whip.  This was not a lot of movement, given the tight bondage on her breasts.  I am back at her ass, and especially her legs.  Pink striations are beginning to appear.  Since the violation was failure to wear high heels as required, I concentrated my whipping to her ass and thighs.  When I whipped the fronts of her thighs, her tits were collateral damage as the whip would hit them, also.  I can hear Megan moaning, crying if you will, and see the tears dripping on the floor. Jayne has a look of concern on her face, but she holds her tongue and remains quiet.

       Finally, I think Megan has had enough of the whip.  I don’t want to ruin her and her zeal for BDSM, just want her to know she is a slave and subject to rules.  I walked up behind her and patted her heated ass.  I give it a couple gentle spanks.  I can feel her tense up, expecting more and harder spanks.  I fiddle with her sensitive clit, arousing her further.  I eased my heated cock up to her cunt.  Even though Megan has just received a sound whipping, her cunt is wet, soaking wet.  My cock feels wonderful in her freshly whipped pussy.  Megan even tries to move, impaling herself further on my cock.  As I piston my cock in and out of her cunt, I can hear a difference in Megan’s moaning.  Now the moaning has an erotic element to it.  Jayne is smiling.  I had Jayne come to me, having her kiss me as I fucked Megan.  I fucked Megan until I thought she is about to have a climax, the I stopped and pulled my cock out of her.  I whipped her again, then fucked her again.  Just when I think she will cum, I pull out again, and walk away from her.  Now, the moan is one of disappointment.  Leaning down I released her ankles, and lowered her arms allowing Megan to stand.  Her pretty face is flush with tears still on her cheeks.  I put my hand on her pussy, she closes her eye and tries move her cunt against my hand.  For her efforts, I slap her cunt.  Then before she can recover from her pussy slapping, I pick her up and take her to one of the beds in the room.  Once again, I lock her ankles together.  She is lying on the bed, face down, with her bound and clamped breasts under her.  There was painful pressure because of her breast bondage, and her nipples were hurting from the clamps.

         Rolling her on her side, I ran a rope from her bound ankles to her wrists.  Pulling the rope tight, I pulled her ankles and feet up to her hands, into a taut “hog tie.”  Her fingers were touching her high heel pumps.  Now Megan’s sweet body in tied in a taut bow of bondage.  Then, I tied a rope to her collar, and anchor the other end of the rope on the bed head board.  Now Megan is naked, well whipped, and aroused, tied in a strict hog tie, yet anchored to the bed by a rope tied to her collar and the head of the bed. and a with rather imposing penis gag in her mouth.  Megan looks up at me, tears of pain and sexual frustration in her eyes.  I lean over her and unwrap the ropes on her breasts.  There is pain in her tits as the blood flow surges back into her sensitive mammary.   Then as she get used to her breast bondage being removed, one at a time I remove the Japanese butterfly clamps.  That pain is terrific as pain is worse when they are removed.  I kiss each nipple.

       “Slave, you punishment continues.  You have violated one of the basic rules of your slavery to me.  You will spend the night bound to the bed so you can think about your error.  I don’t know when you will receive climax.  I know your cunt aches for a climax, but a cum must be earned in this house.  We’ll see how you do.  Now, we leave you.  You may sleep if you want to.”

       I took Jayne by the arm and we walked back up to our bedroom.  My cock was still overheated, and unsatisfied.  I put Jayne on the bed and climbed between her legs, and fucked her savagely.  As rough as it was, Jayne had a glorious climax.

       We lay there in the after glow of a good fuck.  My on my back, with Jayne’s head on my shoulder.  Her wrists were still bound behind her back.  Jayne had already sucked my cock clean.

       “Jack, Sir…can I ask a question?”

       “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

       “Weell…., I know Megan needed to be punished, and I thought the whipping was measured and just, but…, how long are you going to leave her bound and gagged in the orgy room?”

       “If you must know, I am going to leave her down there for about another hour, then I am going to suck her little cunt until she about loses her mind, then I will try to fuck her brains out, maybe even have her suck my cock..  I wanted to punish her, but by the same token, I still want her to love her slavery, and if I’m not mistaken, she will love my attention on her cunt.”

       Jayne was quiet for a moment, “I love you, Sir.  Thank you for taking care of our daughter.  I am so glad she is a slave to you, too.”

       True to my word, I did go down to the orgy room about an hour or so later.  Yes, I let Jayne go with me.  Megan was sound asleep.  I am sure she was tired.  Quietly I untied and unlocked her ankles, and gently spread them.  Megan was still sleeping.  She awoke with me sucking and eating her delicious cunt. When she awoke, she was surprised,  trying to get her bearings, understand where she was, and what was happening.  When she realized I was sucking her, I could hear a sound of excitement from behind her gag.  When I thought she was sufficiently aroused, I moved up to put my cock in her cunt, then started to fuck her.  I was plunging my cock into her hard and deep.  With in a moment or two, with only about ten strokes of my cock, I plunged her into a explosive orgasm.  I kept slowly moving in and out of her pussy until she calmed.  If I had continued at the previous furious rate, I think Megan would have cum again.  The problem was that my cock was aching to cum, and I wanted it to cum.  I did not want to wait any longer.        Finally, when she “came back to earth”, I pulled my cock from her and moved up her sweet body until my cock touched her chin.  Our sweet Megan opened her pretty sweet mouth and took my cock in, flicking it with her sweet tongue.  Her mother, Jayne, lay on the bed with her and took my cock into her hand.  He stroked my cock while I fucked Megan‘s mouth.  Jayne kissed Megan’s cheek as Megan was being mouth fucked.  I couldn’t stand that kind of sexual pressure.  My cock erupted again, spewing hot com into Megan’s mouth.  I was fucking her mouth furiously.  It seemed as if my cum would never stop.

       It had been a long day, and my cum had been massive.  I collapsed on Megan, my cock buried deep in her mouth  I lay there on Megan gaining my sense back and kissing Jayne.  I pulled my clean cock from Megan’s mouth, and lay down beside her.  My arm was lying across her while my hand was on Jayne.  Megan turned and kissed me.  Megan’s kisses were very hot and passionate. 

       After I broke one kiss, Megan looked up at me, smiling and said, “Sir…Jack. I love you.  I’m sorry for making you punish me, and promise I will wear my high heels from now on.”

       Both Jayne and I kissed Megan again.  I released her, picked her up and carried  her back into our bedroom.  After Jayne lay down on the bed, I did so, too, between my beautiful slaves.  It had been a long day, all of us needed our sleep.   Life is good.  Tomorrow, we prepare Megan for her introduction to Chris at dinner on Sunday..