Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 9

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Nine

       Life can be complicated.  Just when you think you have everything under control, you realize you don’t.  About three months after Megan and Chris  Collins started dating, I lost Jayne.  She was coming back from shopping for groceries when some damned drunk driver crossed the center line and took her Mustang GT head on.  Neither the drunk bastard, nor my Jayne made it.  I was devastated and thought my life had ended.  She made me so happy, I could not imagine being without her.  If it had not been for Megan, I don’t think I would have made it.

       It took a while, but since Megan was already sharing my bed, it was natural that she would continue to do so.  At first, I wasn’t comfortable with having BDSM sex with Megan, or any sex for that matter.  I am not sure where those feelings came from, but it was a problem.  One night, about two weeks after the funeral, we were lying in bed.  We were naked as usual, but were not very sleepy.  We were talking about nothing, and every thing in general, when Megan turned to me, putting her arm around my waist and leg across my thigh. 

       “Jack, Sir…can I ask you a question,“ Megan said.

       I put my arm around her, hugging her to my chest.  Our naked bodies touching, her breasts pressed against my side as I replied, “Sure, you know you can always ask me a question.”

       She paused for a moment, then asked, “Do you still love me like you did…when you were my master and I was your sex slave?”

       I was surprised, but answered, “Absolutely.  I don’t know what I would have done without you.  I was…am very much in love with your mother.  Jayne was my life.  When we lost her, I was devastated.  Then I had you.  You were there for me.  You are a most precious lady, and, yes, I am in love with you.”

       “Well”, she started, “I love you.  I am glad we are staying together.  You know Aunt Nora wanted me to live with her.  She says you are not my real father, and I should be living with a blood relative.  I did not want to leave you.” 

       As we talked, she moved her hand down to my cock.  As she was prone to do, she started to stroke my cock   Her hand felt good.  I remembered how much I loved her hand on my cock.

       “Sweetheart, I don’t want you to ever leave me.  You are a treasure.“

       “May I ask why you don’t tie me up or whip me?  You haven’t tortured me since mother died.  I miss her very much, but I also miss what we had.  You haven‘t locked my wrists and made me sleep that way for some time.“

       My cock was growing as she stroked it, her thumb resting against the sensitive head.  She had learned from her mother how to get the maximum from a cock, and give her master or lover the most in pleasure.

       “I don’t have an excuse”, was my reply.  “It has just been such a hard time for me, and I am sure for you.”

       My cock continued to harden, and as she moved down and started to suck and lick the sensitive head, it became a full rigid erection.  We loved each other, and loved what we do with each other, so we had wonderful vanilla sex that night.  But, given our personalities, and our history, we did gravitate back to BDSM and sexual slavery again.  After the first bondage session, which culminated in a rather heavy whipping, Megan kissed ant thanked me.  She thought I didn’t want her as a sex slave again.  Once we started back at our old ways, she, and I were much happier

       I found I was more cruel and strict with her.  Just last evening, for example, we were watching a movie on television.  It was a blow’em up thing with Tom Cruse.  Even so, I had tied Megan, using ropes, with her wrists behind her, and her elbows tightly bound.  I tied several stands of rope tightly, very tightly around her waist.  From the front of the waist rope, I tied another rope, in fact is was a double strand of rope, tied to the front of the waist rope.  I pulled it down her precious velvet smooth belly, parted her cunt lips and pulled the rope very tight through her cunt and sweet ass crevice.  The ropes were then tied very tightly to her wrists.  If she moved her wrists at all, the cunt rope would be pulled even tighter, causing her significant discomfort.  Sitting down resulted in more discomfort than when she was standing up.  Over time, that discomfort would be more significant.  I sat her down on the couch next to me, after which I tied her ankles with rope, and with another rope tight even tighter around her thighs.  She was helpless and could feel every strand of the ropes I bound her with.  Of course, I finished her bondage with a leather penis gag, a rather large one, filling her precious mouth, completely.  It was held with a leather strap tightly buckled about the nape of her next.

       I sat there, with a massive erection, with a painfully bound Megan’ sitting next to me.  About every fifteen minutes, or so, I would undo the rope knots on her bondage, pulled the ropes even tighter, then retie the knots.  As we watched the movie, I played with, and tormented her breasts.  As I did so, I had another stroke of genius.  Taking two spring loaded clothes pins, I used a piece of heavy twine to connect them.  Megan was watching me do this, knowing it was meant to cause her more discomfort.  I made sure the distance between the clothes pins was less than the distance between her nipples.  You will see the genius of my thinking, momentarily.  When I attached the clothes pins on her nipple, Megan groaned and struggled with the pain.  Her nipples were always sensitive and any pain on them merely added to the pain she was feeling with her tight bondage and the tight cunt rope..  After I got the pins on her nipple, the length of twine was now taut, tight if you will, with each clothes pin pulling against the other.  If I were to grasp her left breast, and fondled it, then the twine would pull on the other pin, tormenting her right nipple and breast.  Now, I think you can appreciate my skullduggery.  For the next half hour or so, I played with Megan’s tits, tormenting the both of them with my clothes pin arrangement.

       The movie was terrible, and my cock was hard.  I turned off the TV, untied Megan’s legs and helped her stand up.  I helped her in a unique and painful  way.  I grasped the front of the cunt rope, and pulled it up tightly into her soft folds of her tormented pussy, pulled her to her feet.  For a moment, all her weight was on her poor abused cunt.  Yes, this did cause considerable pain in Megan’s cunt.  I lead her by the cunt rope, keeping pressure on her pussy, to the bedroom, and made her stand  at the foot of the bed by the bed post.  In a matter of a couple of minutes, she was bound to the bed post, with her ass against the post, facing out from the bed.  I kissed her gagged mouth and played with her tits again, with the clothes pins pulling against each other.  I moved my hand down to her pussy and after working a finger between the cunt rope and into her pussy, found it to be wet, very wet.  I think my little daughter is turning into a pain slut.  How lucky for me, and for Chris Collins.  Using my favorite flogger whip, I whipped her thighs and belly.  Then I concentrated my whip on her bound pussy.  I did get a tear in Megan‘s eyes when her poor hurting cunt received more torment, or perhaps, one might call it torture.  Finally, I used the whip in a powerful downwards stroke to hit the twine between those nasty clothes pins, jerking them from her sore nipples.   Megan screamed behind her gag as her breasts jiggled with the blow that removed the pins.  I gave her breasts a few more lashes from my whip, then released her from the bed post.  I kept her gagged and bound as I put her in the bed.  I did remove the cunt rope, then made her spread her legs. 

       I lay between her silky smooth thighs and kissed her cunt.  Megan moaned softly at the feel of my lips and tongue on her pussy.  I snaked my tongue in and out, licking her cunt, then put my lips again her pussy and gave her a very serious cunt eating and tongue lashing, especially on her clit.  Before I was through, I made Megan cum three times.  She was a wild woman, moaning incoherently and humping my face  Then I straddled her bound body and removing her gag, I fucked her pretty mouth.  As I mouth fucked her, I could feel her sweet tongue working on the head of my cock.  It didn’t take long before my cock erupted in her mouth.  As expected, she took all of my issue, and cleaned my cock.  I kept my cock buried deep in her mouth until she had completed her task.  When I finally released her so we could go to sleep, my precious slave was exhausted.  I locked her wrists behind her and we went to sleep.  Just before I went to sleep, I turned to her.  She was on her side, with her back to me.  I “spooned” her by pulling her sweet body against me.  Her hands were touching my cock.  I thought she was asleep, however, just prior to dozing off, I felt her hands, which were locked behind her, grasp my cock.

       As I was laying there with my arms around Megan, her bound hands on my cock, I hear her whisper, “Jack, I love you.” 

       Now, there was another serious problem.  Our group was breaking up.  Two couples moved away with their jobs, and the slave in another couple developed heart problems.  They eventually broke up and got a divorce.  That pretty much left the Collins, me and Megan.  We still saw them, and played BDSM games, but it was just not the same.  Megan was still dating Chris, and they seemed to be the only happy note in this thing, until Chris’s father had a serious stroke and was confined to a nursing home.  His condition deteriorated every day.

       I was beginning to wonder what else could go wrong.  With all this, Megan and I withdrew into our own little master and slave life, with her still seeing Chris.  Megan was still doing well in school, and was having thoughts about college.  I hoped she would chose a college close to home, maybe allowing her to live at home. 

       Several months passed before I saw Betsy again.   Jim Collins situation deteriorated and was in a coma.  The doctors said it was only a matter of time before he passed away.  I was told by Chris that his step mother was starting to make a new life for herself.  She was still a sex slave to him, but he was getting ready for college and concentrating on his relationship with Megan.  He didn’t have a lot of time to concentrate on Betsy’s slavery.  Jim had provided well for her and Chris.  That being said, Betsy wanted to get into the job market, meet new people, but did not know how.  She had been a house wife and a sex slave for too many years.  She was lacking serous job skills.  One day she called me.  She wanted some advice about the job market, and how to get back into it.  Even though she was very well off, and did not need to work, there was something missing in her life.  We made small talk, trying to catch up.  It seemed she had more on her mind.

       “Jack, could you and I have lunch.  I am having a terrible time getting a job.  I wondered if I could talk to you.  You are in the business world and may have some ideas.”

       I set up a lunch appointment with her the next day.  Reservations were made at the country club.  It was spring and dining out doors seemed to appeal to me.  I got there early, and was sitting at a rather private table in the patio area, sipping a glass of Merlot wine, domestic, of course.  A light breeze freshened the air.  I caught sight of Betsy being escorted to my table by the hostess.  I had not seen Betsy for several months.  I forgot how pretty she is and what a great body she has.  She was wearing a dark brown wrap around dress that left a lot of delicious legs showing and eye catching cleavage of those fantastic breasts.  The breeze caught her dress hem raising it to show a beautiful nylon covered thigh.  Her tan skin with her dark reddish brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes was a devastating combination.  I remembered she always had a complete over all tan, no bikini lines.  She was also wearing my favorite, a pair of matching brown high heel pumps, showing off her great nylon covered legs.   I stood to great her.  I hugged her and kissed her.  Her return kiss was warm.

       As soon as we sat down, I remarked, “You know, as long as I have known you, I don’t think I have ever seen you with clothes on.  While you are incredibly beautiful naked and bound, you are one very beautiful woman when you are all dressed up.”  

       Betsy blushed and thanked me.  We sat and talked for a while, enjoying a glass of wine.  Lunch was ordered and we continue to talk.  The more I looked at her, I thought about the times when I had her naked, bound and whipped, her on her knees sucking my cock.  Yeah, my cock was coming to attention.

       We talked about what had happened in the last year, and at one point the conversation led back to the BDSM days when she was a sex slave at our group gatherings.

       “Do you miss those times”, I asked.

       Betsy paused, looking out across the beautiful scenery, then down to her wine glass, and replied, “Yes…, yes… I do.  Those were exciting times.  Yes, I really miss them.  I really miss our group gatherings.”

       “Doesn’t Chris keep you busy?”

       “Oh, in a way, but he is in love with your Megan, and I sure don’t want to interfere with that.  I think they may have a future together.”

       “Jim was a good master, don’t you think?”

       Again, Betsy paused, “Yes, in his own way.  Look, Jack, I am not criticizing Jim, but his motives were more sexual, than into BDSM.  He loved to tie up a woman and fuck her.  I always wanted more.  I know you may think I am crazy, but, I am a real BDSM sex slave.  Sure it is exciting to be made to have sex with a man, but I crave torture, whipping, tight bondage and everything like that.  I don’t know how to explain it.  I always wanted a strong man to take control of me, and make me do what ever he wanted.  If I didn’t do as I was told, I would be punished or tortured until I satisfied him.  Chris is a much more harsh master than Jim.  Very often Jim used Chris as a surrogate master, knowing Chris would be more cruel with me.”

       Betsy paused, looking out onto the golf course, then sipped her wine again and continued.  “The other masters in our group were much harder on me than Jim.  Some like Sean McAlpine were down right cruel, and very often did not give a slave a sexual reward for enduring their torture.  You were the best, I think.  You knew how to bind and whip a slave.  Yes, you hurt me, and at times your hurt was cruel, but then sexually, you drove me crazy.  It was like you were forcing me to have sex with you, whipping me to make me submit to whatever you wanted.  Like you were forcing me, raping me.  The biggest and wildest climaxes came from you.  I knew when you had me under you control, it was to be painful, you would make me do anything you wanted, but that seemed to make it more exciting, and arousing, knowing you would make me have a tremendous climax, or for that matter, deny me a climax.  I always looked forward to those times when you had me as your sex slave.”

       Betsy’s voice trailed off to a whisper, and tears formed in her pretty eyes.  She pulled a handkerchief from her purse and dabbed the tears to save her mascara.

       Betsy cleared her throat, and said, “I am sorry, Jack.  It has been a rough year for all of us.  When you asked if I missed our gatherings, it just brought up a lot of emotion and feelings.  I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.  Forgive me.”

       I reached forward and took her sweet delicate hand and raised it to my lips, kissing it.  Betsy was giving me a tearful smile.  The last time I saw tears in her eyes was when I tied her spread out on a bed, whipped her cunt until she was screaming into her gag, then fucked her until she had two climaxes.  The second cum was just a continuation of the first, and it seemed she passed out for a moment during the second climax.  There is nothing like looking at a pretty gagged face, with lust on her face and tears in her eyes.  I decided to take a chance.  Perhaps we could duplicate some past event, or create a new one.  With a calm stern voice, I spoke to her.

       “Betsy, I want you to get up, and go to the woman’s restroom, and take off your panties and bra.  Fold them up and carry them back to me, in your hand, not in your purse.  Give them to me,  Go, now.  That is an order.”

       Betsy seemed stunned at my order.  She sat there momentarily, then got up from the table.  She was as beautiful and sexy from the rear as she is from the front.  She walked across the restaurant towards the restroom, her magnificent ass swaying on fantastic nylon covered legs, her feet shod in brown high heel shoes, matching her dress..  She stopped just before she was out of sight and looked back at me.  I just nodded my head, and she continued on.  With in few minutes, she returned.  I watched her walk across the room to our table.  The way her breasts were now swaying and jiggling, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra.  I was amazed.  Generally large breasts tend to sag without support.  In Betsy’s case, there was no noticeable droop or sag in her breasts.  To a careful observer, you could tell they were not tightly held to her body in a bra, but her breasts seemed to have a life of their own, swaying and jiggling deliciously as she walked.  The fact that she was wearing high heels made this more obvious.  Several of the men in the restaurant stopped eating and watched her walk by.  She was pretty amazing.  As Betsy approached, I could see her bra and panties, folded up in her hand.  They were red, making them easy to see.  There was a bit of a blush on her cheeks.  I think she would have like to have hid them, but her training as a sex slave caused her to merely hold her hand at her side.

       Betsy sat down, and handed me her bra and panties.  I reached forward, taking the offending articles from her hand, then kissing her hand.  I placed the bra and panties on the table, next to my plate.  I could see the arousal in her face.  It seems, also, she had freshened her lip stick.  This woman is delightfully vain.  She wanted to look good for me.  I approved.

       “Thank you, Slave.  You obeyed me, and you look beautiful.  Now, I want to see more of those beautiful tits.  Arrange your dress so there is more cleavage showing.”

       Betsy looked around to see if anyone was watching.  I was still looking at her, waiting for her to obey.  She pulled her dress open a little more, revealing the luscious slopes of her breasts.  She looked back at me, but I motioned with my hand that I wanted to see more.  Slowly, and a little unsure, she did as I ordered.  It was obvious that she had no intention of refusing my order.  My God, she is a  hot looking sex slave, a natural.. 

       “Sweet Slave, from this day on, you will never wear under wear again.  Do you understand?”

       Betsy nodded and replied with a rather shaky, yet lust filled voice, “Yessir.  What ever you want.”

       “I think it is time for us to leave, don’t you?”

       “Yessir.  May I ask where we are going?”

       “Sure, we are going to walk out to my car, and go to my place.  I think we need the privacy my place offers.”

       Betsy just nodded, and replied, just barely over a lust filled whisper, “Yessir.”

       I picked up the bra and panties and held them in my hand as I put my arm around her waist and escorted her out of the restaurant.  As we walked through the restaurant, and the bar area,. I didn’t try to hide them.  It was obvious what I was carrying.  As we walked, I let my hand slip from her waist and wander across her beautiful ass. 

       We stood outside the restaurant for about five minute while the valet retrieved my car.  Betsy and I held hands while we were waiting.  At one point I released her hand and grasped her arm at the wrist.  My fingers circling her delicate wrist much like a handcuff would do.  I pulled that arm around behind her.  I made sure she knew she was on display.  The car jockeys made sure they got a good look at a very sexy and beautiful woman.

       When I saw my car being driven to where we were standing,  I leaned down to Betsy, kissed her and whispered another order to her.  “The valet will open your door for you to get in.  Make sure your dress rides up and show him a lot of leg and thigh.  When you are seated, make sure you pull your skirt up nearly to your cunt.  I want all of your legs showing.  Do it quickly, so you will give the valet a show.  Do you understand?”

       Betsy looked up at me, and whispered, “Yessir.”

       I kissed her.  It was obvious by her return kiss that she was aroused.  Her face wasn’t hard to read.  She was aroused, humiliated, and with a little fear.  She knew she was surrendering to me, but wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

       The valet brought my car around.  It was my favorite, a classic 1970’s Shelby Mustang GT Cobra.  The car sits fairly low to the ground.  The valet stood there holding the door open for Betsy.  As she sat down in the  passenger seat, she naturally showed a lot of leg.  Following my orders, she pulled her skirt up to where her cunt was almost visible.  Her nylon covered legs were visible from her very high heel shoes to and past the lace elastic tops to her hosiery, and on up her thighs to where her cunt was just barely out of sight.  The valet stood there, smiling, holding the door while Betsy was putting on her seat belt.  In the process she inadvertently opened the top of her dress just a bit more.  Now, most of her breasts were exposed, nearly to her  nipples.  Betsy did not move to cover these magnificent globes because she knew I would not approve of hiding her breasts.  As I got into the car, the valet closed the passenger door, but continued to stand there, enjoying the view.

       I leaned over and kissed Betsy again.  Then, on an inspiration, I opened the glove box and extracted a pair of Smith & Wesson police handcuffs.  When Betsy saw what I had in my hand, her eyes became a little larger with surprise, and a bit of fear.  She knew what was coming next, only this time, a valet would be watching.  More delicious sexual humiliation.

       “Slave“, I said, “Put theses on, tight.”

       Haltingly, Betsy took the hand cuffs and locked one of the cuffs to her petit wrist.  The valet was still looking at her and what she was doing.  She hesitated and started to put her other wrist in the cuffs, when I stopped her and spoke up again.

       “Slave, you know better than that.  You always cuff yourself behind your back.”

       Poor Betsy was lost in a cloud of lust, BDSM excitement and more delicious humiliation.  Slowly, she leaned forward, nearly spilling her breasts out of her garment.  Carefully she locked the cuff on her other wrist, behind her back.  I could hear the cuffs clicking as she made sure they were tight.  She had just made herself helpless and vulnerable to anything anyone wanted to do to her.  She sat back in the car seat, and looking down could see her breasts were nearly out of her dress.  Her nipples were still covered, but not by much.  Her legs were on full display, and now there was nothing she could do about it.

       “J…Jack, my breasts…my nipples are almost showing.”

       “Slave”, I growled.  “If you complain about yur tits any more, I will take them completely out of your dress.”

       Betsy, looking donw at her nearly exposed breasts, blushed and held her tongue.

       “Are the cuffs on tight”, I asked.

       Betsy nodded her head and whispered, “Yessir”

       I turned to the valet, who was still watching, now with a massive erection tenting his trousers.  I leaned over Betsy handed him a generous tip, and bid him good day.  As I sat back up in my seat, I let my hand slide across Betsy’s thighs.  In the process I pushed the hem of her dress a little higher, partially exposing her pussy.  I put my Mustang in gear, then put my hand on the naked thigh of a very beautiful handcuffed, nearly naked slave at my side and drove out of the parking lot .

       “Slave, you are beautiful.”

       “Thank you, Sir.”

       I reached over and opened her dress even further, allowing her magnificent breasts to spill out into the open.  Then I moved my hand down to the hem of the dress skirt and pulled it up, totally exposing her cunt.   My God!  She is magnificent.  My cock was aching.  As we drove, I played with her breasts and delved into her steaming cunt.  I wanted to test her slavery.  I pinched and twisted the nipple on her left breast, the one closest to me.  I continue to twist that nipple as I talked to her.

       “Slave, I love your tits, and I love to torment them.  But, you know that.  Turn in your seat and push your right tit over here so I can twist that nipple.”

       Betsy moved in her car seat, turning towards me and trying to push her breast toward me.  I back hand slapped her right breast, then grasped the nipple, twisting it rather hard.  I watched her flinch a little and bit he sweet bottom lip.  When  I released the nipple, there was a look of relief on Betsy’s face from the pain I was causing.

       “Keep you body turned this way.  I may want to torment that nipple again.”

       I raised my hand to her cheek, to touch her pretty face.  Betsy turned her head and kissed my hand, twice.  At the next traffic light I had to stop for the red light.  Betsy held her position, pushing her right breast closer to me.  I kissed her, then grasped her nipple again, twisting it, pulling it, then slapping it.  I continued to twist Betsy’s nipple while kissing her.  The more I twisted her nipple, the harder she kissed me.  When I released her nipple and kissed her again, I could tell the heat level was up.  Her kiss was full of passion and her breathing was coming in harder rhythms..  My check of her cunt told me she was very aroused.   I pushed my finger in her steaming cunt.  I pulled it out and it was wet with her juices.  I held up my finger for her to see.  Her look was one of pure arousal, and submission.  I held my finger up to her full soft lips.  She took my finger into her mouth, and sucked it clean.  I pulled my finger from her mouth and kissed her again.  I tuned in my seat to go with the green light when it dawned on my there was a large truck next to me,  The young driver was looking down watching what I was doing with Betsy.  I smiled at him, and he gave me a thumbs up!

       At my house I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind me.  When the door closed I looked over at Betsy.  Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were closed.  I kissed her again.

       “Slave, we are here.”

       Betsy whispered her reply, “Yessir, I know.”

       “Do you know what is going to happen here?”

       “Yessir”, was her meek reply.

       “What do you think is going to happen?“

       “Yessir, you are going to take me in to your house and do unspeakable things to me.”

       “Do you want me to release you, or keep you as my prisoner and slave?”

       Betsy paused for a long moment, then with a tear running down her cheek, she whispered, “Please, Sir, keep me.  Keep me as you prisoner…and slave.”

       My cock was hurting so bad from its rigidity and confined place in my shorts and trousers.  In spite of that, it lurched when Betsy said she wanted me to keep her as a prisoner and slave.  I kissed her again and got out of the car.  I took Betsy out of the car, watching as she exposed her cunt and breasts as she was getting out.  She was walked to my orgy room.  Betsy had been there several times, so knew where to go.  Without being told to do so, she went straight to her fate, as a prisoner and slave.

       Once we were in the basement room, I took the belt off her wrap around dress.  It immediately fell open exposing the front of her magnificent body.   I slipped her dress off her shoulders, down her arms to her cuffed wrists. Using a long strand of rope, I wrapped it around her elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back, tying the rope off when her elbows were touching  The stress on her shoulders was obvious, but I wanted her to know she was a prisoner.  Her breasts seemed to leap off her chest and fill the room.  I removed the steel cuffs from her wrists, allowing me to completely remove her dress, and replacing the steel cuffs with another strand of rope.  She was now standing  before me, naked.  The only other thing she was wearing was her nylon hose and the brown high heel pumps, as well as the rope around her elbows and her wrists.  She stood there as I undressed, her eyes never leaving my cock. 

       I made her walk to me after I sat down on a couch.  Standing before me, I made her bend over and offer her breasts to me.

       “Slave, bend over and show me you tits.  I want to examine them.

       Betsy did bend over and put her massive tits in my hands.  Working and massaging them my cock ached even more.  I slapped them several times to watch them sway and jiggle.  God, they looked good!

       “Enough, Slave, turn and show me your ass.  Stick it out for me.”

       I always loved her ass.  It was ample, without being fat.  It simply begged for the whip.  Like her breasts, I slapped her ass several times.  She did not move.

       “Now, Slave, turn around and face me, and come close so I can examine your cunt.  Come a little closer, and push your hips out, putting you cunt in my hand.”

       Betsy did as I ordered.  I loved her hairless cunt.  All her cunt hair had been removed by a laser.  That is what I wanted to do to Jayne before she was killed.  I still want to do that to Megan, but I have been preoccupied.

       “Slave, what happened to your cunt hair?  Did you shave it off?”, I asked as I slapped her pussy.

       “No, Sir, my Master made me get rid of it.  I was sent to a studio where it was permanently removed with a laser.”

       “I like it.  I approve.”

       Betsy was standing there with her cunt pushed out to me as I fingered it, toying with her clit.  From her body actions, I could tell she was close to a climax.  I could see her legs trembling and her breathing had quickened significantly.

       “Slave, don’t you cum unless I give you permission.”

       “Oh, Jack…. Master…, p..p..please, you have me in such a state.  Please, let me cum”, her voice quivered.

       “ I don’t think so, not now.  If you cum without permission, I will whip your cunt.  Do you hear me?”

       I kept frigging her cunt with my fingers and toying with her hardened clit.  Her legs were now trembling and her breathing was rapid and labored.

       “Yessir…, but I can‘t stop it.  You hands…have….OH, GOD!”

       Her entire body was convulsing.  Her legs were rubbery, making it difficult for her to stand.  She kept moaning, humping my hand and at one point screamed as her climax reached its zenith.  Betsy kept humping my hand.  Her legs gave out and she slumped to her knees, still humping my fingers.  I pulled her to me, hugging her until she came back to earth from the ozone.  She was still kneeling between my thighs with my rigid cock between her legs, pressing against her soaking cunt.  She could feel it and was rubbing her cunt against its hardness.  I slapped her on the ass several times.

       “Stop that, Slave.  You don’t get to satisfy yourself with my cock when you have a cum without permission.” 

       Betsy stopped moving and was very still with her head against my shoulder and her perfect tits pressed against my chest.  I turned her head up to me, and kissed her long and hard.  When we broke the kiss, I talked to her.

       “Slave, you disappoint me.  You are never to cum until I say you can.  You know you must be punished, don’t you?

       Betsy murmured something, soft.  I thought I knew what she said, but made her repeat it louder..

       “Yessir, I know that.  I just couldn’t help it.  Your hands did amazing things to me.  Please forgive me.  Let me suck your cock, anything, please.”

       “I’m afraid not.  Stand up.”

       Betsy did stand up with my help.  I grasped her left nipple, twisted it and tugged it, using it for a leash.  I pulled her over to a king sized bed.  I put her on the bed, face up, and grasping her ankles, pulling them apart, spreading her nylon covered legs.

       “Slave, since it was your pussy that offend the rules I sat down for you, so it is your pussy that will pay the penalty.  If you know what’s good for you, you will keep those legs opened.”

       I left Betsy on the bed, bound and with her well shaped legs open as far as she could get them.  I went to the wall whip rack  After looking at the offering, I selected a rather severe light weighted flogger.

       I stood by the bed, looking down at the fabulous Betsy.  I reached down and toyed with her cunt, and playing with her clit.  When Betsy closed her eyes, enjoying my manipulations, I brought my whip up and slashed it down across her pussy lips.  Immediately, she closed her legs, a normal reaction.

       “Dammit, Slave, open those legs and keep them open, now!”

       Betsy, biting her soft bottom lip, opened her legs.  It took an effort on her part, but she did open them all the way.

       “Now, I am gong to whip your cunt.  You are to not close your legs for any reason.”

       I started slow and soft, but increase the pain power of the whip with each stroke.  By the fourth lash on her cunt, she closed her legs again.  I grabbed her legs and jerked them open.

       “You had better keep those legs open, do you hear me?!”

       Betsy, with a tear in her eye, replied, “Sir…I …can’t.  I tried, but can’t. Please, I don’t want you angry with me, but I can’t stand that much punishment without some help.  Please, tie my ankles so I can’t close may legs.  That way I have to endure it, please.”

       Well, what can I do.  I decided to grant the Lady’s request.  With rope tightly tied around her ankles, I spread her legs widely, tied them to the corner posts of the bed.  As an additional bit of insurance, I tied ropes around her nylon covered thighs, pulling the ropes tight and tying them to rings mounted on the sides of the bed.  Now, Betsy was going no where, and her legs would stay open.  I looked down at Betsy, and at her bondage  My cock was so hard it was vibrating.  Just as I was about to continue her whipping, Betsy spoke again.

       “Sir, would you please gag me.  I know I will scream and beg.  I don’t want to make a fool of myself, or embarrass you.”

       Again, the Lady is on point.  Using a rather large penis gag, I did gag Betsy.  This gag was larger than the usual penis gag.  I had to work it into Betsy’s mouth so she could get used to it, then locked it in with the attached straps, buckled tightly behind her head.  I kissed her gagged mouth, then stood.  My whip caused her to jump and flinch, but bound as she was, she was not going anywhere.

       I don’t remember ever whipping a cunt as hard as I whipped Betsy.  Something about her made me enjoy it.  I thought my cock would cum by just whipping her cunt.  As best she could she was squirming, trying to escape my whip, to no avail.  She was sobbing into her gag.   Finally, I stopped whipping her pussy.  I did raise my whip and give each of her delicious tit’s a couple lashes.  On a lark, I put my hand down on her well whipped cunt, and slipped my finger inside.  She was hot and wet,  I looked at her tear filled eyes, and saw both pain and lust in them.

       I climbed onto the bed and moved between her bound legs as I said, “Slave, do you want me to fuck you?”

       Betsy, without any hesitation nodded her gagged head, indicating she wanted to be fucked.  So, being the gentleman I am, I decided to fuck Betsy Collins.  She must have been very close to cumming from being whipped.  By the tenth stroke of my cock Betsy was humping and struggling against my ropes as she came violently to my cock.  Her climax seemed to last forever. 

       Finally, she settled down.  I pulled my cock from her delicious cunt and moved up to her face, with my ass resting on her breasts.  I unlocked the penis gag in her mouth and extracted it.  I gave her a moment to relax her mouth from the massive gag..  I moved forward and pushed my engorged cock into her willing mouth.  Just as I did, I was surprised.  I notice movement beside me next to the bed.  It was Megan, my beautiful naked Megan.  She and Chris had come home, and heard Betsy and myself in the basement orgy room  Naturally, following the house rule, she took of her clothing.  She and Chris came down stairs to she what we were doing.  They stood in the doorway watching the last few lashes on Betsy’s cunt, me fucking Betsy, and now the mouth fucking of Betsy.

       Megan kissed me on the cheek as she grasped the shaft of my cock.  This was a very pleasant surprise.

       “Jack, Sir, let me help“:, she said as she started stroking my cock.

       This was good.  This raised the ache in my cock.  Betsy’s tongue was lashing the head of my cock, while Megan was stroking it.  I looked around and saw Chris had my whip and was gently striking Betsy’s cunt.  I simply could not stand this kind of erotic pressure and my cock exploded.  Hot jets of cum rocketed into Betsy waiting mouth.  To her credit, she did a good job of taking all my issue without losing a drop.  I lost contact with reality for a moment of two.  When I settled down, Betsy was still sucking my cock dry while Megan continued to stroke it.  Chris was now beside Megan, stroking her ass and playing with her breasts.

       Megan was stroking my cock as she spoke to Betsy, “Keep, sucking.  My Dad likes to have a clean cock.”

       Megan continued to stroke me, holding my cock in Betsy’s mouth as she turned to me..  She kissed me as she spoke, “Jack, this is awesome.  I didn‘t know you and Betsy were an item.  When did this start?”

       “Sweetie, just today.  We had lunch together, and this is what happened.”

       I think Betsy want to say something, but my cock was still buried in her mouth.  I eased back and let my cock slip from her mouth.  Megan was still gently holding it.

       “Megan, your dad is beautiful”, Betsy whispered.  “We had lunch, but I think we had a need, so we ended up here.  He was whipping my pussy because I had a climax without his approval..”

       Megan chuckled, “Yeah, I have that problem, too, now back to sucking my Dad‘s cock”.  She kissed me again as she hugged me and continued to stroke my cock, putting it back into Betsy‘s mouth.

       After a bit, I moved off Betsy and stood on the floor.  Megan was still holding my cock.

       I smiled at her, kissing her, and looking down at my hardening cock in her hand, said, “Thanks for helping me off the bed.”

       We both laughed, and hugged each other.  Her hand went back down to my cock.  I love this girl, and hope we always have a relationship like this.  We both turned back to Betsy.  Chris was standing there, fondling her breasts and her well shipped cunt.

       Chris turned to me and asked, “Can I untie Mom, or do you want her here for a while longer?”

       As I held Megan, I said, “No, let her up.  She has been through a lot.  You can untie her elbows, but I want her wrists to stay bound.”

       Megan and I watched as Chris helped his step mother from the bed.  He helped her stand, then untied her elbows.  I could see the relief on her face.  I reached out and put my other arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me and Megan.  Even after all I put her through, Betsy was beautiful.  Like Jayne, and Megan, there is a natural beauty about her.  She did not need very much make up to be pretty, very pretty.

       “Slave, how are you doing”, I asked as I kissed her.

       Betsy kissed me again, pushing her breasts into my chest, as I hugged her “Sir, I am doing fine.  I could not have imagined a better afternoon.”