Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 11

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Eleven

       Megan’s birthday “party” was a celebration  It has been several days since this gathering and she was still walking around the house fondling her stainless steel slave collar.  I swear she had been more aroused since she has been collared.  I am glad I did it.  She will remain my collared slave until she gets married, and then hopefully her new husband understand what a treasure she is and will be her master.  I want Megan to be happy, and she will be the happiest if she is a sex slave to the man she loves and takes her as his slave.  I do worry about her.

       Chris Collins came by the house yesterday.  He called before he came over, saying he wanted to talk about Megan.  It seems as if he has had second thoughts.  I was up in my office writing an article for a New York magazine when he arrived.  Megan greeted him and showed him to my office in the back of the house.  I was naked, and saw no reason to get dressed.  Naturally, Megan was in her usual slave costume, high heels, leather collar, along with leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and nothing else.

       I offered Chris a seat on a little couch I have in my office.  He seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable with my nakedness, although I don’t know why.  He has seen me naked before, and has fucked my wife and step daughter, in my presence while I whipped and fucked his step mother.  Megan seemed to want to stay, but I thought better of that and told her I needed a little privacy.

       “Well, Chris, what brings you to the Chandler house?’

       Chris seemed to be nervous, but did answer, “Sir, I want to talk about Megan.  She means a lot to me, and I may have assumed some things…that were not mine to assume.”

       I replied, “Son, I am not good with circular logic.  Why don’t we make things simple and get to the point.”

       Chris cleared his throat, “Sir, I love Megan, but she is your slave.  I assumed, since you let me have her as a slave girl friend, I could call the shots, like giving her to Sam Carrigan, my friend.  He is training his soon to be wife to be a sex slave.  I was very proud of Megan and wanted him to experience her, just like I do.  Since she is not really my sex slave, I guess I didn’t have that right.”

       “Chris, you are right about your assumptions.  She is my sex slave, and yes, I let you date her, and required her to be a sex slave to you.  I have given you a gift that would be treasured by any man.  But, having said that, you must understand that Megan is my first concern.  She is special, and treasure, and I will not let her be injured physically or hurt emotionally in any way.  If you had come to me and talked to me about it, and I had met your friend, then perhaps we could have let Megan experience Sam Carrigan.  I would need to make sure he understood confidentiality, and the limits I have placed on any play with Megan.  I also don’t want her injured in any way.  She is a delightful creature, and a awesome sex slave.  She will do anything she is told to do.  We need to protect her, and cherish her.”

       “Mr. Chandler…,Jack…I understand all that, and I admit I made a mistake.  I am asking you for you blessing to date her again.”

       “Well, OK, only if she wants to date you again.  If she does date you, then she will submit to you as in the past.  She has but one decision, and that is to date you or not.  If she says yes, then I will make sure she submits to you.  If she does not want to date you, then I am afraid you will be out of her life.  Do we understand the rules?”

       Chris nodded his head, replying, “Yes Sir, thank you very much.”

       “Let’s get Megan in here and settle this thing.  Oh, yeah, I will be seeing a lot more of your mother.  Just thought you should know.”

       Chris smiled, “I think she wants to be your sex slave.  All she could talk about was the afternoon you two spent together.”

       I called Megan into my office and had her kneel in front of me.  She knelt between my knees and her sweet hand went to my cock while the other cradled my balls.  If I were about twenty years younger, I would make her my sex slave wife in a New York minute!

       “Megan, Chris wants to date you again.  I am leaving the dating question up to you.  If you decide to go out with him, again, you will do so as a sex slave, and will submit to him.  What is your answer?  Do you want to date him again?”

       Megan leaned over and kissed the head of my rising cock and replied, “Yessir, I would like to date him, and I will submit to him.  What about his friend?”

       I answered, “Chris and I have an understanding about that.  He is going to have his friend meet with me.  If I like this guy, and think he is “our kind of people”, then I will probably let Chris “give” you to him.”

       Megan slipped my cock into her mouth for a moment, then kissed it again, “Thank you, Jack, Sir.”

       I looked at Chris, “Son, I think you need to take her to the basement so you and she can get reacquainted.”

       I had Megan stand and turn her back to me.  I locked her wrists together behind her back.  I looked at Chris.  He was standing, his trousers tented with a rigid cock.

       “Chris she is all yours, enjoy her like you are supposed to do.”

       I went back to my computer, trying to finish the article I was writing.  After I was satisfied that I had the basics down, I decided to see how Megan and Chris were doing.  I went down to the basement and found it to be empty.  I knew they had not gone very far because Chris’ clothing was still there.  It was then I noticed the steel security door, leading outside was ajar.  It was about 9:00 in the evening, so it was dark outside.  I didn’t bother to put any clothing on.  I slipped on a pair of sandals and went out the door.  Our house is located on a ten acre plot, with a great number of trees.  We have excellent privacy.

       Outside of this door is the swimming pool.  The evening was beautiful and balmy  There is a underwater light in the pool, and some decorative lights around the yard giving it an air of lighted, yet secluded ambiance.  At first I did not see Chris or Megan, then I heard a muffled moan and the slap of a whip on warm flesh.  I turned to look and then I saw them,  Chris and Megan were naked under a tree near the center of the back yard at the end of the pool  I could see Chris raise a flogger whip and bring it down sharply across Megan’s pretty ass.  I walked over to where they were, and as I did so I could see Chris fondling Megan and periodically whipping her.  My cock was beginning to respond.

       Chris had Megan bound and gagged, but in a different way that I had seen.  Her wrists were still locked behind her, but he had added a rather wide collar around her throat.  A rope had been tied to her wrist cuffs, and then to the back of the collar.  He had pulled the rope up short until her wrists and hands were at about the same level as her shoulder blades.  Then he tied the rope off, making sure her wrists and hands stayed up where he wanted them.  As I got closer I could also see Chris had placed Japanese Butterfly clamps on her nipples.  These are nasty spring loaded little clamping devices.  If you try to remove them from an aching nipple by pulling any attached ropes or chains, the clamps get tighter, preventing them from coming off.  There were long lengths of very heavy twine tied to the Butterfly clamps.  Chris had put the other end of the twine over a low hanging tree branch.  Having done that, he had pulled on the twine which in turn pulled up on her nipples.  Her breasts and nipples were being painfully pulled up by the twine.  Chris tied the twine off on another tree limb.  There was a great deal of stress on Megan’s nipples.  So much so that she was standing on her tip toes.  Any movement on her part would only add to the distress of her nipples and breasts..

       Walking up to them, I remarked, “Wow, I love that position.  She is trapped and being held by her nipples.  I’ll have to try that some time.”

       Megan was gagged and looked around at me.  Chris smiled and answered, “Yeah, my friend, Sam, told me about this.  He uses it on his slave.  I never tried it with Mom, because I wanted to do it to Megan, first.  It sure makes her helpless and doing everything she can do to cooperate.”

       Stroking my cock, I answered, “Well, my compliments to Sam.  I like it.  Maybe I could use this on Betsy.”

       I walked around Megan, examining her bondage.  It was brilliant.  Normally, you tie a slave with ropes so she cannot move.  In this case, she was being held by two pieces of twine.  I also like the idea of being outside while working on a slave.  There was more than enough light to see what was happening, and to appreciate the beauty of a pretty, well whipped and tortured slave.

       “Chris, if you don’t mind, I would like to watch.”

       “Be my guest, Mr. C.”, replied Chris.

       I watched as Chris whipped Megan’s ass and the backs of her thighs.  Megan was doing a “slave dance” as she turned and moved her legs in an attempt to avoid the whip.  She would even turn about, giving Chris opportunity to whip her pussy and the fronts of her thighs.  Her bound hands, pulled high above her ass were fluttering helplessly as Chris punished her.  My cock was now at full rut.

       At one point, Chris whipped the sensitive bottoms of Megan’s stretched breasts.  This new addition to her torture was causing her to cry, and even scream behind her gag.  Chris stopped is whipping of Megan and lay his whip on a nearby chair.  He walked back to Megan, walking up behind her, and wrapping he arms about her hugged her, kissed her as he slipped his finger into her cunt.  He worked his fingers in her pussy, and teased her clit.  Even though she was in pain, especially from the clamps on her breasts, Megan was moving her hips to the rhythm set by Chris‘ fingers.  It was obvious that he was working her towards a climax.  When he felt she was sufficiently aroused, he moved his hands away from her pussy and pulled her body to his with his right hand, adding a little more stress on her nipples, and with his left hand grasped the Japanese Butterfly clamp on her left breast.  Without a warning, he opened the clamp, releasing her left nipple.  Two things happened.  First, her magnificent breast dropped to its normal position, bouncing and jiggling as it did so.  Second, the pain from having a nipple unclamped is much worse than when the clamp is applied.  Megan screamed into her gag.  Chris massaged that breast and nipple.  Megan continued to sob and moan as he did so.  Just as she was settling down, he released the right nipple.  That beautiful breast dropped like the left one, juggling and bouncing into its normal position, and painful result was the same on this nipple and breast.

       Chris’s fingers were working Megan’s cunt again, and again, her hips told the story.  Megan’s hips were pushing her cunt into his hands and humping his fingers, working her closer to a climax.  Her legs were trembling.  Chris didn’t stop like I expected he would do.  He pushed Megan in to a climax.  He was holding her up as she humped an invisible lover.  When her legs would no long hold her, he lay her on the lawn, on a towel he had prepared earlier.  Quickly, he went between her legs and shoved his cock into her steaming cunt.  Almost immediately, she started to cum again.  Chris kept fucking her, but in a few short moments he was cumming, even as my step daughter was climaxing again.  After a bit, they stopped moving, laying still and basking in the glow of an enormous climax for both.  Chris looked over at me and smiled,.

       “Mr. C”, he said, “How’d you like to have some of this.  She’s all yours.”

       I could not resist.  Chris got off Megan, pulling his receding cock from her cunt.  I got up and walked over to where Megan was laying.  She was looking up at me with  dreamy lust filled eyes.  I straddled her body, and lowered myself to her breasts, with my cock touching her gagged face.  I removed the gag and promptly pushed my cock into her sweet mouth.  Almost immediately, I could feel her sweet tongue lashing the heated head of my cock,  I proceeded to mouth fuck her until I unloaded.  It was a good climax, and I loved filling my daughters mouth with my cum.

       We were sitting around the pool.  We were still naked, and Megan had been released.  She was sitting next to Chris and was stroking his spent cock.  We were talking about what had just happened, and what was in the future for Chris and Megan.  Chris was going to college some thirty miles away.  This could throw a kink in their plans.  I had a suggestion.

       “Look, its only a half hour drive from here to your university.  On weekends that you can come home, you can stay here, or at your mothers.  If you stay there, then you can bring Betsy over here to entertain me.  At other times, when practical, I will let Megan go stay in your apartment at the university.  How does that sound?”

       They excitedly agreed this would be a good plan.  It was obvious they were very much into each other, both emotionally, physically, and BDSM and vanilla.  Megan has no need to work for money as I have done very well and can support her.  Chris was named in his father’s will, so money is no problem for him.  They seem very concerned about not seeing each other, so this should work out very well.  I make the point about finances, because if they decide to be married, I know they can finish their education with out worrying about where the money is coming from.

       Over the next year, Chris and Megan made many trips between our town and the university at McGraw.  Their love seemed very deep and it also appeared there was a future for them, together. 

       Betsy and I became closer, but I still insisted on each remaining in our separate homes.  I am not sure why I felt this way, but I felt more comfortable with this arrangement.  Betsy was an excellent slave, more than any sadist could every want.  Our lives was about to take another change.  I think we expected this, but just did not know when.

       Shortly after Megan’s eighteenth birthday, she and Chris came home from a date.  I was in the living room, watching a new BDSM video.  My rigid cock was buried in Betsy’s mouth.  I was on the couch while she was kneeling between my knees sucking  my cock.  I had used a piece of rope to bind her wrists behind her back.   I also bound her breasts.  Using two long pieces of rope, I tied each strand tightly around the base of Betsy’s amazing breast.  After wrapping the rope tightly around the base of her breasts, several times, I tied the ropes off leaving a long piece of rope dangling from her tightly bound breast.  I draped the ropes back over her shoulders.  Then raising her bound wrists well up her back, I attached the breast ropes to her wrists.  Now, her bound wrists were pulling on her bound breasts.  Every time she moved her hands, wrists or arms, she would add pulling pressure on her breasts.  Her magnificent breasts appeared to be even larger.  The binding pressure on them made her breasts look even more larger and deliciously vulnerable. 

       I had put Japanese Butterfly clamps on Betsy’s sensitive nipples.  Each clamp had  a long piece of twine connected to it.  I was holding the other end of the twine.  When I figured Betsy needed a little encouragement to do a better job of sucking, I pulled on the twine, adding a little more discomfort to her nipples.  As could be expected, Betsy would do her best to improve her performance. 

       Chris and Megan seemed very happy, and anxious to tell us something, something important.  At that particular moment, I was very near to a climax. I asked them to wait a moment.  Megan undressed, as did Chris. They were honoring my house rule about clothing.  As they undressed, they were watching Betsy bring me to a glorious climax, then she sucked and cleaned my cock.

       Betsy still had my cock in her mouth when I said, “Thanks for waiting.  Now what’s on your minds tonight?”

       A smiling Megan came over to where I was sitting leaned down and kissed me as she reached down and cupped my balls.  “That was a beautiful thing to watch.  I love watching Betsy making you cum.” 

       Megan paused, looked back at Chris, then, with an excited look on her face she blurted out, “Er…I have something important to say.  Jack, Sir, Chris has asked me to marry him.  I want to be his wife and slave.  I am your slave, so I am asking your permission to marry Chris and be his slave.”

       Betsy, being the good slave, kept her mouth on my cock until I told her she could remove it.  Her wrists were still bound with rope behind her back and still connected to, and pulling on her breasts.  I could tell she was excited and want to say something to her step son and Megan.  I grasped a hand full of her silky reddish brown hair and pulled her from my cock.

       “Slave, your son wants to marry my daughter.  What say you?”

       Before Betsy could say anything, Megan leaned down and kissed her.  Chris leaned down on her other side, grasping a hand full of Betsy’s bound and clamped breasts, kissing her when Megan broke her kiss.  It was a happy moment.  Megan went into the kitchen and pulled a chilled bottle of Champagne from the wine cooler.  Chris opened the bottle and poured flutes of Champagne.  We all drank a toast to the happy couple.  Since I made Betsy stay bound, her bound and her nipples clamped and on her knees between my legs, I held her glass for her.  The mood was good, the Champagne was excellent, and we were all happy about the prospects of Megan and Chris’ future.

       Chris and Megan sat down beside me, excitedly telling us about their plans.  Betsy remained bound and on her knees, kissing and licking my cock.  Megan was sitting beside me, between Chris and myself.  As Betsy was kissing and licking my cock, Megan was stroking it, and holding it for Betsy to kiss and suck.

       “Jack, Chris will be twenty one next week.  He is getting excellent grades at the University.  With his trust fund, we can live well until he gets his career started.  We really want to do this, and I want to be his wife and slave.”

       Chris, who was reaching down, fondling his mother’s bound breasts, spoke up, “By the way, I didn’t tell Megan about this yet.  A world class software company has interviewed me, and I signed a contract with them saying I will work for them for two years after graduation.  In return, they are paying my complete tuition and expenses, along with a salary for incidentals.  When I graduate we will negotiate my salary which promises to be in six figures.”

       Megan turned to Chris.  She practically jumped into his arms, kissing and hugging him.  This was a great moment for both of them        

       I looked at both Megan and Chris, while Megan continued to stroke my cock and Betsy was sucking it, and said, “You both have my blessing.  I am sure Betsy will help me make arrangements.  In fact, Megan, I think you and your future mother in law should do this, and Chris and I will help  you get it done.  When is the wedding?”

       Chris replied, “Well, my Senior year starts in two months.  I would like for us to be married before then.  We are thinking in about six weeks.”

       “That is a little soon”, I answered.  “But, with Betsy’s help, and I sure it is doable.  You two have your work cut out for you.  Let me know how I can help.”

       Megan squeezed my now erect cock as she held it for Betsy to suck.  She kissed me, saying, “Jack, thank you so very much.  I love you!”

       I kissed her back, “And I love you, Sweet Slave.”

       Chris looked at me and said, “Sir, even though we will be married, and Megan will be my slave, I want you to know you can still be her second master, and she will be subject to your desires, too.”

       I looked down at a happy Betsy, and said, “Slave, I know you are happy for Chris.  He has worked hard for this.  I think you need to honor him in the best way you know how.  I want you to crawl over to him, and suck his cock to a cum.”

       I reached out and took Chris’s hand, shaking it, then handing him the twine tied to Betsy’s nipple clamps,  I said, “Chris, welcome to the family.”