Megan’s Questions

Chapter One

       In our house, I have an office tucked back in a quiet area of the second floor.  I am a columnist for a local newspaper, writing about politics and current events in our community, and nationally.  I do  contribute to other newspapers with my own byline.  I am lucky as I can work from home on my computer.  There are times when I must make an appearance at the “salt-mines”, doing my column while in the offices of our newspaper.

       One afternoon, just before dinner, I was finishing a bit on politics and oil.  I sat back to review what I had written, when my sixteen year old step-daughter came into my office and sat down on a small sofa I have in there.  It was obvious by the look on her pretty face that she had something on her mind, possibly a serious matter.

       “Hi, Kid, what’s up”, I greeted.

       “Jack, can I ask you a question?”

       “Sure, ask away”, I replied.

       “Well, I don’t know how to ask this, because I don’t want you to get mad at me.“

       “Hmmmm,,,. I promise I won’t be angry.  Go ahead and ask your question.  If I think it is out of line, I’ll let you know.”.

       Megan sat there for a moment, summoning up her courage she asked, “Are you abusing my mother?”

       Wow!  I wasn’t expecting a question like that.  I do have a BDSM relationship with my wife, Megan’s mother, but we have worked hard to keep it from her.  In fact, Jayne, Megan’s mother is my BDSM sex slave.  Our Master and sex slave relationship started when we were dating.  Jayne had been widowed for about three years.  When we started dating, it was obvious that she was submissive by nature.  I was no stranger to BDSM, and I love Master/slave relationships.  Jayne was a beautiful and sensuous woman.  When I discovered her strong submissive nature, I knew she had to be mine.

       The only thing lacking in our situation was the 24/7 aspect of a M/s relationship.  We had to be discrete because of Megan  As a result, we played when we could, but always with the thought that we did not want Megan to know what we did, and the fact that I was Jayne’s sexual master, who demanded everything.  Now, here was pretty little Megan asking me a question, and I had no answers.

       I thought for a moment, collecting myself, then asked, “Megan, where would you get such an idea?”

       “Well, the other night I wanted to watch a DVD, but there was a DVD in the player.  So, I pushed the play button, and there was a video of you and Mom.”

       I swallowed hard, wondering what video she had seen.  I was probably even beginning to sweat.  I remember watching a DVD of Jayne and I.  It was hot, and I really put Jayne through her paces.  I thought I had taken it out and stored it in a secure location.  Yes, I have many such video tapes and DVD’s of Jayne and myself.  They are very XXX rated, heavy on the BDSM action, and for our enjoyment.  I never intended for Megan to see them. 

       “Uh.., Megan what was on the video?”

       “Mother was tied, with her hands behind her back.  There were more ropes tied around her arms and legs.  You used a whip on her, especially her breasts, and then you made her give you a blow job.”

       Now, I was sweating.  “Well, Honey, it was not what you thought.  That was just a sexual game you mother and I play.  Your mother likes to play these ‘games’ with me.  I would never abuse your Mother.  I love her very much.”

       There was a pregnant pause.  Megan was thinking about what I said.  It was obvious that she was skeptical of my answer to her.  I was wondering where she would go with her questions.  I didn’t know how to change the topic.

       “Jack, she was naked.  Your were naked, and it looked like you were hurting her.  I saw whip marks on her, and she was struggling.  Mother was gagged, but I could still hear her.  How can that be a game?”

       About that time, Jayne called us to dinner.  I was relieved.  Now, Jayne could help answer Megan’s concerns.

       “Megan, dear, let’s go down to dinner, and we can talk to your mother.  Maybe she can cast a better light on you concerns.”

       Megan smiled, nodded her head, got up and headed down to the kitchen.  She was wearing a rather tight “T” shirt and a mini skirt.  Megan, like her mother, has an incredibly sxy body, one that seems made for the whip.  She takes after her mother, and at sixteen Megan is a beautiful sexy creature.  No, I have never made a move on her.  I love Jayne, and I think Megan needs to decide what her life is about, without the influence of a forty year old step father and sadist.  At thirty six years of age, Jayne is a beautiful, sexy, and very submissive woman.  I cannot imagine betraying the trust, and the life I have with her.  I’ll get more into our life, especially our sex life in a little bit.  I have to admit, however, I think Megan would make a beautiful sex slave for some very lucky man.

       Once dinner was served, I told Jayne about the conversation with Megan, and her questions.  Poor Jayne, her pretty face went a little pale.  It seems she was taken aback, and had no answer.  I could tell she was thinking fast, thinking how to approach this subject of BDSM, and her sexual slavery to me.

       She coughed, stuttered, then said, “Look Megan, you deserve an answer.  Let us finish dinner, the we can sit down in the living room and talk about it.  I promise you I will answer any question you have.”

       Megan agreed, and the dinner went off without any more uncomfortable questions.  Admittedly, everyone was subdued, and to say the least, the dinner conversation was lacking.  For me, I wondered how Jayne would handle this.  I was prepared to go along with what ever she wanted with respect to Megan.  Jayne is my sex slave, but Megan is her daughter.  We are on unknown turf.

       After dinner, and at Jayne’s suggestion, we took our showers to relax.  I put on a robe and went down stairs to the living room.  Turning on the television, I sat back and relaxed, waiting to see how the evening went.  I watched the news, but my mind would not abandon the thought of Megan being a sex slave like her mother.  I found my cock was tingling with the thought.  I made my mind go to other thought so I would not get an erection.  Finally Jayne came down.

       She was wearing a long silken robe.  I noticed that she was wearing black high heel pumps.  I wondered about this, but before I could ask her why she wore them, Megan came into the room.. She too was wearing a silken lunging robe.  Incidentally, this is the usual dress for the Chandler family in the evenings.  We like to be comfortable.  We all sat down, with Jayne taking the lead.

       “Megan, Jack is not abusing me.  What you saw on the DVD was for real, but it was not abuse.  Do you know about the term BDSM, and Master and slave relationships?”

       Megan answered, “Yes, it is where one person surrenders to another, sexually, and submissively, and even becomes a sex slave to the other person.  It is much like in that ’Story of O’.”

       Jayne was surprised, “Have you read the ’Story of O’?  When did you read that book?”

       “I read it about a year ago, and several others just like it.  So…, is this what it is like with you and Jack?”

       Jayne swallowed, and answered, while I was trying to hide a budding erection.  “Well, yes, it is.  I am submissive, and love being submissive, and Jack is my husband, lover, and BDSM Master.  I am his complete, naked, and bound sex slave.”

       Now, my cock took on a life of its own.  I placed a sofa pillow over it.  I swear you could see the damned thing through the pillow.  Jayne and Megan continued to talk about sexual slavery.  I just sat there, looking at two of the most beautiful and sexy females in the world.  One was my complete sex slave, and other one was trying to understand   I wanted to leave the room to get rid of this massive hard-on, but wanted to stay around to see what was going to happen.

       Megan looked at me and asked, “Jack, you and mother both mentioned 24/7 sexual slavery.  What would that mean?”

       Now, I am in trouble.  My cock is raging, but I am keeping it hidden.  “Well, Honey“,  I replied.  “ It would mean your mother would be more of a sex slave than she is at this moment.”

       “Like what”, Megan asked.

       “Uh…, like I would make her be naked around the house…, uh…all the time, she would have to wear high heel shoes all the time.  She would be subject to being…er… tied up, restrained to please me, and any type of… sex, anytime I wanted.  I would…um… whip her for punishment, or for the shear pleasure…of… whipping her beautiful body.”

       Oh, God, my cock is aching.  I am sitting next to my sex slave on the couch, and looking at her very pretty daughter sitting across from me.  Megan’s robe has slipped off her knees and she is showing a lot of very sexy legs.  Jayne has her hand on my thigh, not more that two inches from my raging cock.  I have no idea how this will end.

       “Mom”, Megan continued, “Do you love Jack, and love being his sex slave, all tied up, naked and everything?”

       “Oh, yes, I do.  I love Jack.  I love what he does to me.  I am consumed by him and what he does.  I cannot imagine being any happier.  Please, understand, Jack does what he does to me, because it excites me.  There have been times when he has made me climax just from whipping me.  I know he loves me, and I really love him.  Someday, when you go to college, or something like that, we will be alone, and I hope he  makes me his 24/7 sex slave.  That is something to look forward to.  We never wanted to do anything that would upset you life, or cause you to hate us.”

       `Megan got a curious look on her face, and said, “Well, I think you two should do that.  Even if I am here, you can do that.  It wouldn’t bother me of you were made to be naked, all tied up, whipped and made to have sex in front of me.  I think it would be exciting.”

       Now, I am about to lose my mind.  My cock is scorching hot and throbbing to match my heart beat.  The possibilities here are unlimited.  Emotionally, I am just hanging on with my fingers.

       Jayne answered, “I am not the one to make that decision.  I belong to Jack.  I am his sex slave.  If he orders me to be a sex slave in front of you, then I guess that is what I will do.

       Megan looked at me, “Well, Jack, you would have your 24/7 BDSM lifestyle.  I can imagine you both would be happy.  I think it would be exciting to see what happens.”

         Both women are looking at me.  My wife and my step daughter.  My cock is actually aching because of it’s rigidity and my sexual arousal.  A world I never dreamed of is just a moment away if I want it.  I do want it.

       “Jayne”, I muttered.  “Stand and take off your robe, and any other clothing you may have on.  Leave you heels on.”

       God, she was beautiful.  Megan and I watched as she removed her robe, standing there in all he sexy naked glory.

       “Megan whispered, “Mom, you are gorgeous.  I understand why Jack wants you naked.  I think you should stay that way all the time.  I hope Jack orders you to stay that way.”

       I chuckled, “Yep, Slave you stay that way.  I want you to go get a couple of our DVD’s, the ones that really XXX rated with a lot of BDSM…, and bring them here.”

       “Yessir, thank you sir.”  Jayne left, headed to a locked cabinet in her closet.

       Jayne left the room, and Megan turned to me.  “Jack, are you going tie Mom, and make her have sex with you?”

       “I don’t know, lets see how things go.”

       In a moment or two, Jayne was back with the requested video DVD’s.  I watched her as she walked to the DVD player and loaded a DVD.  I am constantly amazed at her beauty.  I love watching her breasts sway and jiggle as she walks and moves about,  She has an incredible ass sitting on top of two fantastic legs.  We have been married for five year, and I swear she arouses me more today than when I married her.  She turned, smiled and walked to the couch where I was struggling to hide my out of control cock.  She sat down beside me in all of her naked glory.  Megan seemed totally fascinated.

       Jayne looked at Megan, “Honey, why don‘t you sit on the other side of Jack, and we can watch a video.  I think it will tell you what Jack and I am all about, what our life style means to us.”

       Megan jumped up and ran to the couch and plopped down beside me.  Now I as sitting between two of the most beautiful women I know.  They are leaning into me, snuggling, and I am trying to keep my cock from erupting like a volcano.

       Jayne leaned around me and spoke to Mega, “Sweetie, normally, when Jack and I watch sexy videos, I am bound or restrained.  That way, Jack can do what he wants with me, whether I want him to or not.  Being a Master, having your own slave is very interesting.  Tonight, however, I won‘t be bound.

       Megan smiled broadly.  About that time the DVD started to play.  Our attention turned to the 60 inch HD flat screen television in our living room.  Suddenly, without any advance notice, there I am on the screen, naked with a massive erection, gagging a bound Jayne.  We are in our basement orgy room.  She is standing, naked, wearing a pair of red high heel shoes.  Her wrists are bound and pulled tightly above her, stretching her body taut.  Her legs are widely spread, with her ankles tied to steel rings mounted in the floor.  I spent time fondling her breasts and rummaging through her pussy.  It was obvious that Jayne was very aroused.  I am seen whipping her breasts, pussy and her ass.  Jayne struggles, but to no avail.  My cock is sticking straight out from me, and bounces as I walk.  You can see gleaming pre-cum on the head of my cock.  From time to time I grasp my cock, stroking it, as I whip Jayne.  The video continued, showing me to make Jayne suck my cock, and ultimately with me fucking Jayne to and explosive climax.  I noticed that Megan had slipped her hand inside her robe and was squeezing her breasts, while her other had had moved between her thighs. 

       As we watched the video, Jayne leans over to me and kisses my cheek, and says, “Master, you have a magnificent cock.”

       Megan heard her mother, and leaning around me, speaks to Jayne, “Mom, I agree.  His cock is awesome!”

       Turning to me, Mega whispers, “Jack, this is the hottest thing I have ever seen.  You and Mother are awesome.  I think Mom looks hot when she is tied up and whipped.”

       I don’t dare say anything.  I am sure my voice would crack, and I would be a blabbering idiot.  I figured playing the strong silent type would be best.  Then things got more complicated.

       Jayne kissed me again, “Master, let me touch your cock, please.”

       Megan was watching her mother, her full attention on what her mother was going  to do.  Again, I kept silent, leaned over and kissed Jayne, and nodded my head.  Megan wasn’t missing a thing.

       Jayne pulled the couch pillow off of my cock, and opened my robe.  I don’t think I have every seen my cock any bigger than it was at that moment.  It looked like a ten foot pole!  It throbbed as it seemed to have a life of its own,  Jayne slipped her sweet smooth little hand around the shaft of my cock, squeezing it, and raised it to meet her lips.  I groaned deeply as she kissed it, and ran her tongue around the heated purple head while she gently stroked the shaft, her other hand cupping my balls..  Megan was watching intently.  Hot lust was etched across her pretty face.  We all forgot the movie as Jayne slipped her soft lips over my cock, taking it into the sweet confines of her deliciously warm mouth.  Her tongue was working the head of my cock.  Another deep groan escaped my throat as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a moment.  Then I heard Jayne say something that I never expected to hear.  She had pulled her mouth from my aching cock and was looking at Megan as she continued to stroke my cock.

       “Sweetie, would you like to touch Jack’s cock?

       I held my breath as Megan nodded her head, reach out with her delicate hand and grasped the shaft of my cock.  Jayne moved her hand over Megan’s stroking and squeezing her hand, encouraging Megan to handle my cock.  Now, as you can imagine, I am out of control.  I am a Master, with a fantastic sex slave, but I am by no means in control at this moment in time.  I watched as Megan began to stroke my cock.  Jayne was instructing her on how to keep a Master aroused, and excited, without giving him a climax, until he is ready.  Megan seemed to be an apt student.  She was using her hands to devastating effect.  As I watched her minister to my cock, I was taken aback as she leaned over and kissed the head of my cock like her mother had done.  I held my breath as her mouth made contact with my cock.  She took my cock into her mouth, and began to suck it.  In desperation, I looked at Jayne.  She smiled, mouthing the words “I love you”, and kissed me.

       While I was kissing Jayne, Megan had slipped off her robe, and moving, she was now between me knees, sucking my cock with earnest.  Her mother moved down to her knees, too, keeling next to Megan, coaching her on the best cock sucking techniques.  Her hand were on my balls while rubbing Megan’s ass with my cock was under assault from the both of them.  I was fast approaching the “point of no return”.  As Jayne was stroking my balls, Megan was sucking, lashing the sensitive tip of my cock with her sweet tongue.  It was too much.  I could not hold back anymore.  My cock exploded with hot jets of lava like cum.  Megan put her mouth deeper onto my cock, sucking, taking in all my issue.  I looked down at her, watching the marvelous event.  A small drop of cum escaped her pretty mouth and ran down my cock.  Jayne captured it with her finger and slipped it into her won mouth, sucking my cum from her finger.  As the roaring in my ears subsided, I heard Jayne talking to Megan, coaching her further.

       “Sweetie, when a man cums, don‘t take you mouth from his cock, unless he wants you to.  Keep sucking, taking all his juices.  Always, suck his cock clean and dry, and hold it in your mouth, running your tongue over it, until it starts to recede.  After you let it slip from your mouth, then kiss and stroke it.  Kiss his balls.  Let you Master enjoy everything about what you are doing to his cock.”

       Megan seemed to be a good student, and did as her mother told her.  I watched with amazement.  Jayne stood and sat down beside me again, and kissed me, deeply and passionately as Megan continued to kiss and stroke my flagging cock.

        

       

        

       

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Two

       My mind is still in a whirl.  I am looking down at my very pretty and naked sixteen year old step daughter as she kisses and strokes my receding cock.  My naked wife, and sex slave, is sitting beside me, kissing my face and massaging my balls.  With my wife’s coaching, my step daughter has just sucked my cock to an incredible climax.  I don’t know what to say.  This has been an awesome experience.

       Jayne, my slave wife, smiles, kisses me again, and asks, “Sir, did you enjoy that?”

       I mumble something like, “Hell, yes!”

       I watch Megan kissing my cock, stroking it until it is beginning to rears its lusty head again.  My balls are tingling, signaling my renewed arousal.  I begin to have some logical thought, however.  I turned to my smiling wife, she who is still cuddling my balls.

       “Slave, I suspect there is more to what just happened than some happenstance.  Would you like to tell me what is going on?”

       Megan continued to minister to my cock, but now she was using her pretty little pink tongue to lick and excite my now reawaking cock.  Jayne kissed me and tried to explain.

       “Jack…, Sir, Megan has known about us, and our sex life for some time.  She did see the video, but that was about three months ago.  She came to me asking about it.  It seems our daughter is very submissive, maybe even more than her mother.  Being a sex slave like her mother is a very exciting idea to her.  I don’t want her submitting to some high school boy who could hurt her badly, and give her the wrong idea about sexual slavery..  She also confided that she has had a crush on you for some time.  She and I have talked about it extensively, and we reached a conclusion.  She wants to be your sex slave, just like I am.  So, after a lot of thought, I formed a plan.  I knew you would be uncomfortable coming on to your own step daughter.  I wanted you to know what her thinking is, and mine as well.  She wants you as much as I want you.”

       Now, as you can imagine, there was a very pregnant pause.  I don’t know how to answer her.  Of course, in the meantime, Megan has raised my cock from it’s slumber and she is now stroking a very rigid cock.

       I attempt some logical dialogue, “Megan, after seeing what I do to you mother, and talking to her, it is still you desire to be a sex slave, exactly like her?”

       Megan smiled as she continued to stroke my cock, “Yessir.  I have dreams about it, and what you might do to me.  I want to be your sex slave more than I can explain.”

       “Do you know I might keep you bound for hours, even days?  I will whip you for my pleasure.  No matter how you beg, I will whip and torture all I want.  Your breasts, pussy ass, legs, every tender spot you have would be subject to my whip.  I will never injure you, nor give you more than I think you can stand, but, it will be severe, and at times bordering on cruel.  Think about it.  Is this what you want?”

       Jayne spoke up, “Yes Jack, Sir, that is what she wants.”

       “I need to hear this from Megan.”

       With lust written across her face, Megan answered, “Yessir, please, do what ever you want with me.”

       “There is one other item you need to consent to.  If you watched the video I just showed you, and watched it carefully, you will notice something very interesting.  While I was dealing with your mother, tying, whipping, and fucking her, the camera caught everything.  In fact, it moved, and zoomed in for close up views of your beautiful mother submitting to me, with my cock buried in her pretty mouth.  Why do you think the camera moved.”

       Megan paused, the thoughtfully replied, “Some…one else was….in the room, working…the camera.”

       Now she had a serious look on her face as she thought about this question.  I don’t think she knew how to voice her feelings, so I stepped in, again.

       “Your mother and I have friends, and acquaintances who live the BDSM lifestyle, just as we do.  Uh…keep stroking my cock.  I didn’t give you permission to stop.  We see these people on a fairly regular basis.  I won’t tell you who was working the camera, but to say the least, you would know him.  When the mood hits me, I let him have your mother, to do things with her, the things I do.  She must submit totally to his sexual whims.  When I do this, he gives me access to his slave to do as I wish.  We have done this with several couples, and I have given her to a couple of single male friends of mine.  Some times they meet as a group, as club, if you will.  Slaves are subject to the whims of the various masters.  I see no reason to stop doing this because we enjoy it.  I would fully expect you to be treated the same way.”

       Megan looked at her mother, and Jayne answered, “Yes, that’s true, Sweetie.  Jack would let other Masters have you.  You will never be injured, but they will treat you like Jack will treat you.”

       The moment was electric as Megan looked back at me, “Jack, Sir, I am afraid.  I have never been bound and whipped, and made to do those sexual things others might want, even though I have had desires to be..  I want to be your slave, and have you force me to do what you want.  Oh, God, I don’t know how to say this.  I…am scared…, but I want to have what my mother has.  I cannot voluntarily give my self to strangers, but if I am your sex slave, you can make me do it.  If I don’t, or I refuse, you can punish me until I submit.  I really want to be your sex slave.”

       I reached down and picked Megan up, and sat her on my lap, straddling my thighs facing me.  My cock was resting against her steaming not pussy.  Jayne reached down and grasped my very erect cock and helped it enter Megan’s hot little pussy as she sat down on my lap, impaling herself on my erection..  Megan trembled as she felt my cock slide into her soaking wet pussy.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, slack, in the throes of the arousal she was feeling.  From the end table, Jayne secured a piece of rope.  I grasped Megan’s arms and pushed them behind her, holding them there with her wrists crossed.  Jayne bound her wrists, tightly, so there would be no escape.  Megan’s eyes opened when she felt her wrists being bound.  She looked over her shoulder at her mother, then back at me.  She was attempting to mouth some words, but she was so taken by the moment, she could not speak.

       Jayne sat down beside me, snuggling in as I pulled Megan to me and kissed her.  Megan’s kiss was hot, almost frantic with sexual hunger.  Her sweet little tongue darted in and out of my mouth.  She moaned into my mouth as I reached between us and squeezed her breast.  Like her mother’s, they were magnificent. 

       Slapping Megan’s breast, I asked, “Is this what you want?“

       Megan nodded her head, attempting to mouths words that would not come.  She was lost in what was happening to her.

       I slapped her breasts again, only much harder.  They bounced and jiggled deliciously under my assault.  I swear she stuck them out further.  I slapped them again, only this time I heard her moan.  I could see the pink imprint of my hands on her breasts. 

       “Megan, do you want to be my sex slave?“

       “Yes”, she managed to whisper.  “Yessir.“

       I made Megan start to ride my cock.  Up and down she went, riding the full length of my cock.  I slapped her breasts, each several times.  It aroused her more.  I told Jayne to spank her sweet ass.  Jayne did so, very hard.  Megan moved even faster toward the inevitable.  I told Jayne to continue Megan’s spanking until she had her climax.  That did not take very long.

       It seemed as if Megan’s cunt exploded with heat and passion.  Megan screamed as her climax came down on her like a lava flow.  She stiffened, and seemed to pass out, or faint.  I held her close, listening to her labored breathing.  I felt a sweet moisture on her brow, cause by her strenuous fucking.  My cock was still rigid as I had not cum yet. 

       I lifted Megan, pulling her from my cock, and laid her on the couch.  I left her wrists bound behind her.  I turned to Jayne, hugging and kissing her, telling her to clean my cock with her mouth.  She went to her knees and used her sweet mouth to remove her daughter’s juices from my cock, with her mouth.  While Jayne sucked my very erect cock, I watched Megan, fondling her breast, as she lay on the couch.  Soon she stirred.  Her pretty blue eyes opened.  She looked around, then at me, then at her mother sucking my cock.  She raised her head and kissed me.

       “Oh, Sir, thank you.  I never expected it to be like this.  Thank you, Sir, thank you.”

       “Welcome back to the earth, my little slave,  I thought we lost you for a moment.  You will get what you ask for.  You are now my sex slave, my number two sex slave.  Your mother is my number one.”

       I leaned down and took Megan in my arms, and pulling her close, I kissed her.  After I broke the kiss, Jayne kissed her, deeply and passionately.  Just as a matter of course, I produced a red ball gag from the end table drawer, and pushed it into Megan’s sweet soft mouth, and pulling the straps tightly behind her neck, I tightly gagged her.

       I looked at my beautiful sex slave wife, and said, “Jayne, lets go to the bedroom.  I’ll bring Megan.”

       I picked Megan up and carried her to the bedroom.  Our bed is larger than a king sized bed.  I put Megan on the bed and rolled her over on her belly.  I locked leather wrist cuffs on her before I untied the rope trapping her wrists.  After I locked the wrist cuffs tightly, I rolled her over on her back.  I had business with Jayne, and wanted Megan to watch as a bound and gagged slave. 

       Jayne was already wearing a collar and wrist cuffs.  I locked them behind her back, the pulled her to me by her nipples, then put my arms around her.  We stood there for a moment or two, kissing, with me fondling Jayne.  Megan was watching.  My cock was still aching and rigid from the fucking I had given Megan.  Now, I wanted to cum.  I picked up an aroused Jayne and put her on the other side of the bed, making her spread her legs.

       Jayne watched me as I moved between her legs, placing my face between her sweet soft thighs.  She caught her breath as my lips and tongue make contact with her pussy.  I looked up and smiled at her, then went to work in her cunt.  I love the taste of pussy so I did not deny myself the pleasure.  I looked over at Megan, and her eyes were smoldering with lust. I pulled my mouth away from Jayne’s pussy and spoke to Megan.

       “Megan, if you are a very good slave, and obey me like you should, maybe I will reward you with a good pussy eating.  Would you like that?”

       Megan nodded her head, rather vigorously.  I went back to work.  In a moment of two, my sweet Jayne was moaning and humping my face.  I have a mean streak, however.  Just about the time she was going to have a climax, I stopped and slapped her pussy, several times.  When I figured she was settled down, I started to suck her pussy again, only to stop and slap her cunt just before she climaxed.  Poor Jayne wanted to cum so badly, but I held her off.  Finally, I climbed between her legs and placed my cock at the mouth of her pussy.  Jayne started to move her hips and pussy, attempting to somehow to get my cock in her cunt.  With a single thrust, I drove my cock all the way into her heated cunt.  Jayne’s eyes popped open  as she groaned deeply at this phallic invasion of her heated cuntal passage.  After all that happened this evening, it did not take long for Jayne and I to cum together.  I swear it was about an eight on the Richter Scale.  I believe the whole house vibrated.

       Jayne and I lay there for the longest time, enjoying the luxury of the after glow of a terrific climax.  Finally, I rolled off Jayne, and lay on my back between her and my bound and gagged Megan.  Jayne, as she had been taught, moved down my belly and took my cock into her mouth, sucking the remaining cum from my cock, and cleaning it with her sweet mouth and tongue.  The whole time, Megan was watching her mother do her slave’s chore.  When she was finished, Jayne came back up and lay next to me.  I was going to sleep between Megan and Jayne.  Both were bound with leather cuffs, and Megan was gagged.  I went to sleep with my hand on each of my slave’s pussy’s.  I went to sleep, as did Jayne.  We were gloriously tired.  I learn later that Megan had a hard time sleeping.  My hand on her pussy kept her aroused.

       Somewhere in the night, I awakened, and noticed that both Megan and Jayne were asleep.  My cock was hard again.  Each of us had found a comfortable position to sleep in.  Jayne was on her side facing me, while Megan was on her back.  Gently, I worked my way to Megan, spreading her legs.  She was still sound asleep.  She stirred when I touched he cunt.  I found that she was still moist.  I eased my cock into her sweet tight pussy and started to gently piston in and out of her cunt.  In a moment Megan awoke, realizing that she was being fucked again.  I thought it might scare her being awakened like that, however this was not to be the case.  Her hips started moving, matching the rhythm of my cock.  Needless to say, in short order we both were enjoying another climax. 

       With my cock still lodged in her pussy, I took the gag from Megan’s mouth.  I kissed her long and hard.  She responded in kind.  I then rolled off her, pulling my cock from her well fucked pussy.  I lay on my back waiting to see if Megan would do her slave duty like her mother.  A big smile formed on my face as she turned to me, kissed me then moved down my body to my receding cock.  She was delightful.  Megan was thorough with my cock cleaning.  She was so thorough, that before she was finished, my cock was again exhibiting signs of arousal.

       I pulled Megan from my cock to have her lay beside me again and get some sleep.  She leaned over and kissed my cheek, and told me she loved me.  Then from the other side of the bed, I heard Jayne whisper in my ear, “I love you, Master”.  This was the best day of my life, and I was hoping for many more.

 

       

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. 

       

       

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Megan’s Questions

Chapter Four

       My cock was aching as I watched my step daughter suck Jim Collins cock to an explosive climax.  She had just received a severe tit whipping and Jim Collins wife/slave had sucked her to a cum  My wife, Jayne, with her hands still bound behind her back was still stroking my cock, as best she could given her strict bondage..  I kissed her as my hands mauled her breasts..  We watched with pride as our daughter was put through her paces.

       “Slave”, I said to Jayne, “Our daughter is amazing.”

       Jayne replied, “Yessir, I am proud of her.”

       I was still toying with Jayne’s breasts as she stroked me when we watched as Jack stood up and helped Megan to her feet.  He kissed her and squeezed her well whipped breasts.  Then grasping her leash, he lead her back to me.  Jayne kissed Megan.

       Jack said, “She a keeper.  I’d sure like to have another shot at her.”

       I smiled and answered, “You will.”

       “Sweetie, your were beautiful.  We are so very proud of you”, Jayne cooed.

       I hugged Megan as she said, “Thanks, Mom, and thanks to you Jack, Sir.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  The whipping hurt, but it sure made me hot.”

       I hugged her again, pressing my erect cock against her belly, and kissed her, “Sweet Slave, are you ready for another one.  Everyone wants some of you.”

       Megan nodded ‘yes’.  I told her to pick another number.  She chose five.  That was Sean McAlpine.  Sean can be a bit rough.  This could be Megan’s baptismal by fire, so to speak.  Up on hearing he had been chosen, a naked Sean McAlpine stepped up and took Megan’s leash.  His cock was rigid, bouncing as he walked.  He jerked the leash, making Megan follow him to the middle of the room where his wife, Eileen McAlpine was waiting.

       Eileen is a pretty red head.  Her skin was silky smooth, showing the faintest evidence of delicious freckles.  With an athlete figure and high set firm breasts, and a tight ass, she was a cock hardener.  I had tortured, whipped and had sex with the body, and her pretty mouth several times.  I was anxious to see what Sean was going to do.  I was standing behind Jayne again, pulling her body back into mine.  She grasped my cock again as I resumed playing with her body.  I noticed her cunt was soaking wet.  As I played with her clit, I noticed that she was trembling, telling me she was close to a climax.

       I whispered in her ear, “Sweet Slave, don’t you dare cum, or you will be in line for a severe pussy whipping.”

       Jayne squeezed my cock, letting me know she heard me, and that she knew I was very aroused, too.

       Sean cupped Megan’s chin with his left hand as he kissed her, and as he rummaged through her pussy with his right hand.  Megan responded quickly to his ministrations.  He made Megan stand in the middle of the room, and brought Eileen over to where Megan was.  Eileen was naked, as you might suspect, wearing black very high heel sandals.  Eileen has great legs, but her red pussy hair has been removed by laser.  While I enjoyed her silky pussy hair, I must admit that a hairless pussy is more appealing and enhances a slaves nakedness.

       Sean produced two eighteen inch long light weight silver chains.  On the end of each chain nasty looking butterfly clamps were installed.  He made his wife and Megan stand about twelve inches apart, facing each other.  Their breast were barely touching.  Reaching down, he attached one chain to the nether lips of his wife’s pussy.  Eileen closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and groaned as she felt the pain..  Megan was next.  Sean attached the other end of the chain to her corresponding pussy lip.  She did much the same as Eileen, groaning and flinching, feeling the discomfort of having her pussy lip clamped..  To her credit, Megan did not attempt to pull back away from Sean’s hand.  Sean’s next move was to attach the remaining chain and clamps to the other pussy lip of each slave.  They were in pain.

       Sean addressed both women.  “Ladies, we are going to have a pussy tug-o-war.  You are going to pull back on these pussy chains, pulling against each other.  If you will notice, there are riding crops lying on the floor behind your feet.  The first slave to pull the other one across that line is the winner.  If a clamp slips off your cunt lip, it will be reattached and the contest will go on.  The loser will get a cunt whipping and a fucking.  The winner will have her cunt licked by the loser.  Do we understand?”

       Megan and Eileen nodded their heads, indicating they understood.

       Jayne turned to me and said, “Wow, Sir, that’s gotta hurt their pussies.”

       I smiled and kissed her, “Yeah, I must try that on you someday, soon.”

       Jayne said nothing, just nodded her head with a resigned look on her face.  My cock throbbed her had bound hands as I thought of making her and Megan have a pussy tug-o-war.  I liked that thought.

       “O,K, Ladies, start pulling”, Sean ordered.

       Megan and Eileen started to back up as ordered, pulled the pussy chains tight.  It did seem, however, because of the pain the clamps were causing, neither slave was pulled very hard.  Sean produced another riding crop.  He started to flick it across both slaves breasts, especially their nipples.  Immediately they efforts became more significant.  Sean continued with his crop.  He slapped their thighs, their bellies and of course, their breasts.  Both women were new struggling against each other and attempting to avoid the riding crop and win this contest.  One of the chains slipped of Megan’s pussy lip.  Sean used the crop to slap each of their asses, forcing them to move closer to each other.  Megan and Eileen lurched forward to avoid the crop.  Their breasts bounced against each others..

       “Hold it a minute”, he orders.  Kneeling down, he started to put the clamp back on Megan’s cunt lip.  He looked around at me and asked, “Jack, do you have a towel handy.  This little slave has the wettest cunt I have ever seen.  Her cunt is soaking and caused the clamp to slide off.  I need to wipe her cunt dry to the clamp will hold.”

       “You’ve got it”, I replied.

       I picked up a small hand towel from a shelf, and put it in Jayne’s bound hands and told her to take the towel to Sean.  I loved watching her bound nakedness as she walked across the room to Sean, delivering the towel, and the walking back to me.  When I get a chance, I knew I had to fuck her.

       Both Megan and Eileen stood there, nervous about what Sean was going to do to them.  Their breasts were on fire from the crop whipping them, as were their asses.  Sean took the clamp off Megan’s other lip.  Megan closed her eyes and bit her lip as the pain of removing the clamp was worse that having it put on her.  Sean made a big production of whipping Megan’s cunt.  Finally, much to Megan’s chagrin, he reattached the chains and clamps to her cunt lips, again. 

       The tug-o-war started again.  Again, Sean used his crop to urge the slaves to more effort.  The clamps slipped again, only this time it was from Eileen’s pussy.  Sean lashed their asses again, making them lurch forward into each other.  After wiping Eileen’ cunt, and reattaching the clamps, the contest started anew.  There was much give and take, but finally Eileen was able to pull poor little Megan, by her pussy lips, across the line.  Megan struggled mightily, but the pain was too much and victorious Eileen won the contest. The crowd broke out in applause for the two contestants.  It was a spectacular event.  I was really horny, and Jayne kept stroking me cock and I was playing with her cunt and breasts.  We were both very aroused.

       Sean acted quickly.  He picked Megan up and walked across the room to a king sized bed.  Leaving Megan’s arms and wrists locked behind her back, he quickly spread her legs and tied ropes to the ankles, then tying the ropes to the corners of the bed.  Picking up his riding crop, he moved to whip Megan’s cunt.  First, he used his hands and fingers to arouse Megan by playing with the cunt.  Once he was satisfied with her level of arousal he brought the riding crop up the bear.  Slowly at first, then harder and harder he whipped her pussy.  Megan was crying they after a couple of screams, Sean stopped and lay his crop on the bed.  On his orders, Eileen climbed on the bed and lay down between Megan’s legs and started to suck and tongue her pussy.  Megan who was recovering from the tug-o-war, and the cunt whipping, was responding to Eileen’s efforts and was soon moving her hips against Eileen’s face.  Sean stopped Eileen.

       Sean made his wife get up on her knees.  He had to help her as her wrists were still bound behind her back.  Sean positioned her with her cunt directly over Megan’s mouth.  I knew that Megan had never sucked a pussy.  The only pussy she had seen since becoming my slave was her mothers, and I had not thought about making a mother and daughter suck each other.  Now, I realized I had just hit on a new hot idea.  That would be hot to force Jayne and Megan to suck each other.  Yeah, that seemed like a good plan.

       Picking up his crop, he slapped against Megan’s pussy,  “Megan. You are to suck Eileen’ cunt, and do it now, or I will whip your cunt until you think it is going to fall off.  Do you understand?!”

       Sean punctuated his command by slapping her pussy three more times with the crop.  Eileen lowered herself, pushing her pussy against her mouth.  Megan went to her task.  For the first time in her life, she tasted another woman’s pussy.  As she did so, Jack moved between her legs, and sliding her cock into her over heated cunt, he started to fuck Megan.  We could hear Megan moan from deep in her chest.  It wasn’t very loud as her mouth was pressed hard against Eileen’s cunt.  I think the evening was probably too much for Sean, and even Megan.  In a matter of about forty five seconds Jayne and I could see Megan’s body stiffen and quiver as she was in the throes of a climax.  Her vocalizations where muffled by Eileen’s cunt pressed hard against Megan’s mouth.  At about that time Sean had his cum.  He was pumping Megan like a mad man.  I don’t think Eileen was able to cum.

       Sean finally recovered and pulled his cock from Megan’s pussy.  He picked Eileen off Megan’s face and moved forward to Megan’s mouth.  On his order, Megan opened her mouth and took Sean’s in cock.  As I had taught her, she sucked his cock clean.  What a beautiful sex slave she was becoming.  Again there was applause from the gathered onlookers.

       I was so aroused I could not stand much more without some relief..  I looked around the room and notice various masters and slaves were pairing off.  Cocks were being sucked and pussies fucked.  I had to fuck Jayne.  I knew before the night was over there was a distinct probability that one of the other Masters would want to have Jayne, but right now I wanted to fuck her. 

       I grasped her left nipple, and using it as a leash I lead her to the king sized bed where Megan was laying recovering from the fucking Sean had just given her.  I made Jayne lay down next to Megan, and told her to spread her legs.  Jayne did as I told her.  I was in a hurry.  Climbing between Jayne’s beautiful legs, I plunged my overheated cock into her sweet pussy.  Jayne’s face was a mask of erotic feelings.  Her eyes were closed and her sweet mouth was slack as she welcomed my phallic intrusion.  I could hear her softly moaning as I fucked her.

       As my cock was plunging into Jayne, I looked over at Megan.  She had rolled onto her side, facing us.  She had moved closer as she watched her mother being ably fucked by her step father.  I leaned over, put my arm around Megan, pulling her closer to us and kissed her hot lips.  Her kiss was passionate, and her tongue was devastating in my mouth,  I continued to kiss Megan as I fucked her mother.  I looked back at Jayne, and with lust written on her pretty face, she was smiling at me and her daughter.  Well, you know this could not last very long.  I felt Jayne’s body stiffened under me as she was wildly humping my cock.  I could feel my own cum storming into my cock.  Just as I leaned over to kiss Megan again, my cock erupted.  It seemed I could not stop my hips from moving and humping thrusting my cock even deeper in to Jayne’s pussy.   I was kissing Mega as my cock was exploding.  Megan sensed this, and kissed me even harder, lashing the inside of my mouth with her tongue.

       It seemed forever before my climax would subside.  Finally, when it did, I finished the kiss with Megan.  The look on her face was euphoric.  I didn’t realize at the moment that Jayne saw me kissing Megan as I came in her pussy.  She was smiling, still slowly moving her hips against my cock.  I kissed Jayne, and she responded much like Megan, kissing me very passionately.

       I kissed Megan again, then she softly spoke, “Jim, Sir, I know you make a slave suck you cock clean after you fuck her.  You just finished fucking Mom, but would you let me suck you cock clean?”

       I looked back at Jayne when she responded, “Sir, it is your choice.”

       Chuckling, I answered Jayne, “Well, as a mother, you know that children should be brought up right.  We need to be an example to her and teach her the right way.  Our sweet daughter needs to be taught properly.”

       I pulled my cock from Jayne, and moved over to her daughter, so Megan could suck my cock clean.  I lay on my back as Megan moved down my body to get to my cock, my hand touching her back as she moved to my cock.  All the while,  I was pulling Jayne to me, having her turn onto her side and press her breasts against me while hugging her with my arm around her.  She responded by kissing me.

       “Jack, Sir, I love you”, Jayne whispered.  I looked at her, then down at my sweet step daughter as she sucked my cock clean,  As Jayne kissed me again, as I was stroking Megan’s hair, I realized my world was a fantasy, a dream of every man, and I was living it.  Life is certainly good.  I could feel my cock raising it’s lusty head again.

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Five

       Megan’s “coming out” was a resounding success.  All five Masters were able to have time with her.  She was fucked several times, and made to suck all five cocks, as well as mine.  Needless to say she tasted the whip, and other torments.  Sean McAlpine was the strictest with his whipping.  He loves to whip slaves, especially their breasts and cunts.  His wife has small, but beautiful breasts.  When he has a slave under his control, and her breasts are pretty, well shaped, and large, it can be a bit rough.  Jayne has been the subject of his tender mercies several times.  Sean delighted his putting his whip to work on Megan.  Towards the middle of the evening I had to intervene to make sure she would not be injured.  All five men fucked her, and I fucked her twice.  Her mother and I were very proud of her.

       After the guests left, we took her into a hot bath.  In our master bathroom is a rather large Jacuzzi bath tub.  After taking off her leather corselet and hose, I reluctantly released her arms and wrists.  Why reluctantly?  You can imagine how hot Megan looks when she is bound.  Her mother, Jayne, fits into the same category.  They bodies were made for bondage.  I had experience two climaxes this evening, and was still hard just looking at Megan and Jayne.  I think the dose of Viagra helped, too.

       We bathed our sweet Megan, letting the Jacuzzi jets do their work.  After massaging her body with some soothing lotions, we put her in her own bed.  She had experienced a very rough evening, and was exhausted.  She fell asleep right away.  We could not have asked for a better experience for her.

       I put my arm around her mother’s naked waist as we walked to the bed room.  I had fucked Jayne earlier in the evening, giving her all my issue.  My next cum was the second time I fucked Megan, and now, so help me Hanna, I wanted to fuck Jayne again, and cum again.

       When we got to the bedroom, Jayne grasped my cock as we hugged and kissed.  She felt wonderful in my arms.

       “It’s been a very exciting evening, don’t you think”, Jayne asked me.

       I smiled, “Yeah, it was the best I have experienced in a long time.  And, how about that daughter of ours?  Is she fantastic or what?”

       Jayne kissed me, “Yessir, she was.  Yes, I am proud of her, and I want to thank you for being so open about it and training her.  She will love you forever for what you have done for her.”

       “Sweet Slave, if she turns out to half the woman, and sex slave, that her mother is, she will be awesome.”

       We hugged and kissed again.  Jayne’s hand on my cock was beginning to make it ache, deliciously.

       “And, how was your evening”, I asked.  “I saw you several times, and it seemed as if you were being kept busy.  I notice you have some whip marks on your sweet ass and tits.”

       “It was a good evening”, replied Jayne.  “I can’t count the cums I had.  Yeah, there seemed to be a lot of whipping, and Sean got a hold of me, and you know how he likes to whip me.  He can be rough.  His wife has small breasts, I think that is why he likes to whip mine, and Betsy Collins.  Don’t get me wrong, I had a good time.”

       “Lady, you’ve made my cock very hard.  You need to do something about it!”

       As I picked her up and put her on the bed, she smiled and answered, “Yessir, what every you want.”

       “That’s my good little slave.”

       Yeah, I fucked her again, and even though it took a bit longer, my third cum of the evening may have been the best.  After I rolled off Jayne, and while she was using her mouth to clean my cock, I lay there toying with her pretty blond hair thinking about how I am probably the luckiest man in the world.

       We slept late the next morning, yet when I awoke, there in the bed beside me was Megan.  I don’t remember when she came into our bed, but there she was, naked, sleeping very prettily, and her sweet hand around my cock.  I have noticed that she like to have her hand on my cock.  Jayne had rolled on her side, sleeping facing me.  Her head was on my chest, her leg was across my thigh and her hand was cradling my balls

       In the morning light I could see faint whip marks on both my slaves.  As I lay there, listening to their soft breathing as they were sleeping, my cock began to harden.  I think I had better check the dosage of Viagra I am taking.  As me cock hardened, it was filling up Megan’s sweet little hand.  Gently, ever so gently, I felt her hand move and grasp my cock a little tighter, then she moved, moved her head down my belly to my cock.  She kissed it’s throbbing head and licked it as she stroked it.  I lay there watching her.  Like her mother, she is a very erotically exciting sex slave.

       I was enjoying what Megan was doing with my cock, when I felt Jayne’s hand move on my balls.  She was slowly massaging them as Megan was now fully sucking my cock.  As Megan got more into it, Jayne became fully awake and raising her face to mine and kissed me.

       “Good Morning, Sir”, she said in a sleeping tone.  “It seems your sex slaves have learned a new way to awaken you.”

       I touched the back of Megan’s head, stroking her soft blond hair, and looked at Jayne.  “Yeah, life is really great.”

       About that time, I quit talking.  I could feel my climax approaching.  Jayne put her mouth on mine, kissing me hard and passionately as my cock exploded, rocketing jets of hot cum into Megan’s pretty little mouth.  She took it all, and kept sucking until my cock was drained and cleansed.  Her mother kept fondling my balls the whole time.

       Megan finished her slave duties, then moved back up my body, her hand still on my receding cock.  She kissed me, and said, “Good Morning, Master.”

       I kissed her back, while her mother leaned across me and kissed Megan.  “Good Morning, Sweet Slave.  How are you doing?”

       “Just wonderful”, was Megan’s reply.  “Did I suck you cock the way you like?”

       “Hmmm, yeah, just like your mother taught you.  You are fantastic.”

       “Good”, she answered.  “I was going to ask if you would fuck me this morning, but I am really tender down there, so I figured I would suck your cock in stead.”

       “Good choice, Little Slave.  Good choice.”.

       Jayne kissed me and Megan again, the got out of bed.  “I’m going to get a quick shower and start breakfast.  You two relax, and get your shower when I finish..”

       I watched as Jayne slipped her mandatory high heel shoes on and walked, delightfully naked, to the bathroom and shower.  I lay there with my arm around Megan, And her hand still on my cock.  She was licking my nipple.

       “Well, you had a full, and rough evening.  Do you still want to be a sex slave, my sex slave?  You know things won‘t get easier.  Last evening was a sample of what you mother has faced over the years.  Is this for you?”

       Megan kissed my nipple and replied, “Yessir, I love being your sex slave.  Mother told me what to expect, and that is the way it was.  The sex was great, and the tortures and whipping were hard, and exciting.  Mother was right.  Even when you don’t think you can take any more pain, the fact that you are tied up, helpless, and have to endure what ever torture or sex the other person is demanding of you, is so hot I can’t begin to tell you.  I love being tied up, helpless, especially with ropes.  I used to do self bondage, but it didn’t work, because I could get out of it.  When someone else ties me up, and I can’t get loose, it is the best.  I like knowing I am bound and can’t get loose.  Oh, God, Jack…,Sir, there were several times when I didn’t know if I would die from the fantastic forced sex and orgasms, or from the torture, and I didn’t care which.”

       I could not believe what I was hearing from this sweet child.  I have heard her mother say much the same thing, but never thought I would hear Megan say these things..  This was going to be an exciting journey enslaving Megan.

       I asked, “What did you think when you were made to suck another woman’s pussy?  Some women have a hard time with that.”

       Megan paused for a moment, then replied, “I had never thought about it, but once again, I was bound helpless, no one would rescue me, and a Master was making me do it.  If you think about it, it was a real turn on.  I was tied up, helpless, with no choice.  It was like every fantasy I have ever had.  Then as I was doing it, it was not so bad.  It tasted much better than I thought.  I knew what to do because my pussy has been sucked.  I got turned on from being made to do it, and from how I could arouse her.”

       This precious beautiful girl, my step daughter is one fantastic slave.  I am lucky to have married Jayne, and now I have her daughter as my sex slave. Amazing.  As I lay there, I heard Jayne out in the hall.

       “OK you two, get your shower while I get breakfast ready.”

       I slapped Megan on her sweet silky ass, “Let’s go, girl.  Let’s get a shower.”

       A surprised Megan turned to me, “Are we taking a shower together?  Wow, that’s sexy.”

       Megan scampered ahead of me into the shower, with me hot on her tail.  First I bathed her, concentrating on her breasts, ass and of course her sweet cunt.  Megan turned to her task.  She bathed my body, the her attention turned to my cock and balls.  By the time she was through, my cock was rigid again.  She wanted to suck it, but I did not want another cum this morning.  We had the day ahead of us, and I wanted to be ready.  So, if I abstain just a little, and with the help of the blue pill, things will be awesome.

       Out of the shower, I toweled off Megan.  Like her mother, it is fun to towel off a perfectly sexy body.  Megan dried me off.  I would not let her towel off my cock.  I made her used her mouth and lips to dry my cock and balls.  I must say, she was up to the task.

       Breakfast was special.  The three of us were naked.  Jayne and Megan were wearing leather collars, wrist and ankle cuffs along with high heel shoes.  Megan was getting used to this requirement.  We were planning our day at breakfast.  We were going to go very easy on Megan, so she could rest up after last evening.  As we were finishing breakfast, the phone rang.  It was Jim Collins, Betsy’s Master and husband.

       “Jim, what’s up this morning?”

       Collins answered, “Oh, not a hell of a lot, but, I need to talk to you.  Something has come up, and I would like to meet you and talk.  Its not real urgent, but it is important.”

       “Hmmm, how’s about three this afternoon at Branigan’s pub, on 6th Street.”

       Jim quickly answered, “Great, see ya then.”

       I could not imagine what would be so important.  I had just seen him last evening at our home where he tortured and fucked both my wife and daughter.  OK, yeah, I whipped his wife’s magnificent tits, and made her suck my cock.  If something was wrong, you would think he would have mentioned it last night.  Oh, well, we shall see what we shall see.

       At three Jim walked into Branigan’s.  I had a booth in the back, a rather private booth.  I was nursing a pint of Harp Irish Ale.  Jim told the bartender to bring him a pint of Guinness.  Jim made small talk until his beer was served.  It seemed he wanted privacy for what he wanted to say.

       “Jack, I have a problem of sorts, and it involves you.  I thought I would run it by you before I try to handle it.”

       Curious, I asked, “What’s the problem.  Was I too rough on Betsy last night?”

       Jim chuckled, “No, there’s no problem there.  Betsy is a delightful pain slut.  You could be a lot rougher, especially with the whip, and she would be happy.  She likes when you dominate her, but there are times when she wishes you would let loose and be more strict and rough with her.  No, that’s not the problem.  The problem is with Megan.”

       Now he has my attention.  “What’s the problem?  I thought she was the perfect sex slave last night.”

       Jim nodded his head, “Yeah, she was.  She is fantastic.  The problem is that my son, Chris.  He knows Megan at school.  He does not know she is a slave.  He thinks she is hot and wants to date her.  I am not sure what to do.  He is a senior at their school, so he is a year or so older than her.  I don’t want to allow anything that will upset what we all have together.”

       I was surprised, having never considered a situation like this.  “Wow, that is a big wad to swallow.  Hmmm…, does he know about your…, our lifestyle with BDSM and the sexual slavery of our wives?”

       “Oh, yeah, he knows all about it.  He is proving to be quite dominate, kinda like his old man.  Let me explain.  Chris is my son with my former wife, who is deceased.  When I married Betsy, I knew she was a submissive, and quickly she became my sex slave.  To make a long story short, when he was about sixteen, he found out and wanted to know what BDSM was all about and the things I did to Betsy..  One thing led to another, and for about a year or more Betsy has been his sex slave, too.  I allow him to dominate her, fuck her, whip and torture her, everything we do to our slaves..  He does the same things to her that you and I do.  Sometimes I feel kinda sorry for her.  When I am not using her, he is.  I think the boy was born with an erection in one hand and a whip in the other.  In fact, there were some days last month when I think she was bound or restrained for three or four days straight.  Don’t get me wrong, she loves her life and submits willing to him.  So, yeah, he knows and understands the world of BDSM”

       My mind is in a whirl.  I never thought Chris was fucking, and torturing his step mother.  I can understand it.  Betsy is one beautiful hot lady.  Yeah, I said she has enormous tits, but they are beautiful.  And, everything else is perfect with her, including a magnificent ass and awesome legs.  Her reddish brown hair and blue eyes are disarming.  And, even though her tits are enormous, they are beautiful.  They literally beg torment, especially the whip, or to bind them.  Yeah, I can understand why Chris is fucking and torturing his step mother.  The whole idea is HOT!  But, that is not the issue.  Do I want Megan to have a vanilla relationship with Chris, or do I want to let him dominate her.  Now that Megan is a sex slave, is it possible for her and Chris to have a vanilla relationship?  What a conundrum.

       “How old is Chris”, I asked.

       Jim replied, “Nineteen, and your Megan is nearly seventeen, right.”

       I sat there, trying to logic this thing out.  Finally, I decided to try something out.

       “Jim, lets do it this way.  Why don’t you and Betsy come over for dinner, say Sunday evening.  Bring Betsy as a sex slave, naked and bound, and I will make sure Megan and Jayne are the same.  They will serve us dinner.  We will play BDSM sex games.  Bring Chris.  I’ll explain that Chris is now a master over Betsy, with your approval, and that Jayne and Megan are sex slaves, available to every male in the room, including Chris.  Lets see how he and Megan handle it.  If it works out, then I see no problem with them dating.  I would expect her to be submissive to him, and obey him when she is with him.  What do you think?”

       Jim looked pleased, “Do you think Megan would submit to him?”

       `”She has no choice.  She is my sex slave, just like she was last night.  When she submitted to you, she knew she had no choice.  I will give her no choice when it comes to Chris.  If this works out, we will probably let him come into our group.”

       “I guess I never thought that far down the road”, Jim replied.  “It makes sense.  You know, there is one more thing.  He has always had a thing for your Jayne.  He suspects she is a sex slave, but not sure.  He’s told me that he would like to have Jayne at his command.  He would really like to whip her tits.”

       I smiled, “Well, if this works out, he will be able to live his dreams.  I’ll make sure Jayne submits to him.”

       We left that meeting, thinking about the possibilities.  I went home with an idea I had been harboring, an idea of something I wanted to do with Jayne and Megan.  To be honest, this is most men’s fantasy.  You’ll see what I mean.

       I walked in the front door.  Jayne was getting dinner ready and Megan was setting the table.  What a sight.  Both naked, wearing leather collars, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and high heel shoes.  My cock lurched to attention.  I undressed, as is my custom.  Both Jayne and Megan hugged and kissed me, as we fondled each other.  Megan made sure she kissed and licked by cock while I was kissing Jayne.

       We had a light dinner.  I told both slaves, Jayne and Megan, to meet me in the basement orgy room  I went down to wait for them, and get things ready.  I wanted to take this family slavery up one more level.

       Both slaves came into the orgy room together, and were still wearing their collars, wrist, ankle cuffs and high heels.  I could tell they were curious abut what was going to happen.  I told Jayne to lay on the floor, which is covered by a plush carpet.  After Jayne lay down, face up, I told Megan to lay down on her mother, face down, in the opposite direction (head to toe).  You have probably figured out what I am going to do, didn’t you.

       Quickly, using pad locks, I locked Megan’s wrists to Jayne’s ankles.  Likewise, I locked Jayne’s wrists to Megan’s ankles.  If you haven’t figured out what I am going to do, well, stay with me.  Naturally, both women were lying face to pussy.  I used a large leather strap around their waists, pulling it tight and buckling it.  Now their beautiful bodies were pressed hard against each other, and held there by the strap.  They both were quiet, waiting for what I was going to do.

       “Ladies, here’s the deal.  I want you to start sucking each other’s cunt.  You will do so until you both cum.  Now, there is a caveat.  The first one that cums is the loser.  The loser will have her cunt whipped.  Do you understand.  You had better use you best sucking skills to make the other one cum.”

       There was silence, then Jayne spoke, “Jack…Sir…, Megan is my daughter….,you…know.  I don’t….think…..”

       “Stop, I did not ask you to talk or think, I ordered you to suck her cunt, and for Megan to suck yours.  Now, get to it.”

       Jayne and Megan hesitated.  I picked up a flogger type whip and lashed Megan’s ass.  Megan flinched.  Again I stuck her ass, leaving pink striations.

       “Jayne, you say she is your daughter.  I am going to whip your daughter, my slave, until you both to what I told you to do.”

       I lashed Megan’s beautiful silky ass again.  A resigned Jayne moved her head into position and kissed Megan’s pussy.  I heard Megan let out a little whimper, or a moan as she felt her mother’s lips and tongue on her cunt.  Megan bowed her head and let her lips touch her mother’s pussy.  Jayne did nothing but continue to suck Megan’s cunt.  What an incredible sight.  Two of the most beautiful women I know, my wife and daughter, mother and daughter, were bound together, and sucking each other‘s cunt.  My cock ached.

       They were beginning to get into it.  I could see there hips moving, and hear the soft mewing moans coming from their mouths, which were covered by a cunt, muffling the sounds.  To make sure they understood the gravity of the situation, I again laid a sound slash across Megan‘s ass, then  brought the flogger down a bit and whipped the exposed sides of Jayne‘s ass and thighs. 

       They were now humping each others face.  I thought for a moment Megan might cum first, but I was wrong, for in the next moment Jayne had a climax.  In fact, her climax was so dramatic she raised her head, moaning loudly as she came.  It was a beautiful sight.  I lashed Megan‘s ass again.

       “Megan, you mother just had a cum.  Because of that, you will be punished.  Keep sucking her until she cums again.  She deserves it.  Megan quickly dropped her head and started to eating her mother‘s cunt, increasing her efforts to make her mother have a second cum.  In a moment or two, Jayne did cum.  Her pretty body stiffened and her loud moans, along with the trembling of her body told me she has a great cum.  What a beautiful scene.  Both slaves just lay there, gently licking each other’s cunt. 

       I released them, but locked their wrists behind them.  Realizing I was dealing in the act of incest, which is illegal in all 50 states, I waited for the reaction.  I sat there on a couch watching my sex slaves, hoping I had not done something that would ruin what we have.  I was naked, and my cock was a full rut.  I sat there, stroking it, looking at these two beautiful sex slaves.

       I spoke, barely above a whisper, “That had to be the most exciting thing, and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  You two were absolutely incredible.  What happened here tonight is the fantasy of a lot of men.”

       Jayne blushed and smiled, “I am glad you think so, Sir.  I was not convinced at first, but it was hot.  In fact, it was pretty amazing.  Since it was my own daughter, it was deeply personal.”

       Megan turned to Jayne, “Mom, you were great.  If you don’t mind me saying so, I love the taste of you.  I just never thought of me doing that with you.”

       They both sat down, on either side of me.  I had my arms around them, hugging and kissing them.  It was obvious they had experienced a very intimate moment, and had no regrets.  I released their wrists.  Megan immediately grasped my cock.  I noticed that when I am close to her, she will always grasp my cock softly stroking it.  We can be talking, watching TV, or some other near vanilla relaxation, or having dinner, her hand will find its way to my cock.  Even if I have clothing on, her hand will rest on my crotch, with her fingers gently working on my cock through the trousers cloth,  If I am naked, then it is much better.  Then she will softly stroke it, just enough to give me pleasure, but not enough to make me cum.  When I do decide I want to have a climax, she will generally want to suck me off.

       Back to our story.  We talked about what had happened.  The result was that we agree this would happen again, in some form or another.  It was just one more logical step in their sexual slavery.

       

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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.. 

          

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Seven

       To answer your questions, Megan took her punishment like I suspected she would.  She knew she deserved to be punished, and so she was.  How do I know, well, it’s like this.  On Friday, a day after her punishment, for example, I was reading a delightful bit of BDSM porn while I sat on the couch in the living room.  As usual, I was naked.  Megan and her mother had been shopping.  When they got home, both took their clothing off, leaving only their high heel shoes.  As is expected, they donned their collars along with their wrist and ankle cuffs.  Jayne Kissed me as she grasped and stroked my cock, then went into the kitchen to see about dinner.  Megan came and sat beside me, kissing me as she did so..  She was reading her chemistry book again.

       She was sitting right next to me, our naked bodies touching.  Since I was reading some really good BDSM porn, my cock was hard.  After opening her Chemistry book, her left hand reached over and stroked my thigh, then gently grasped my cock.  Now, this is a sight for the prurient mind.  We, step father and step daughter, are naked, sitting on the couch, me reading some BDSM porn, and she is reading a chemistry book while she is slowly stroking my hard cock.  Every so often, as she turned the page of her book, she would lean down and kiss, or lick the steaming head of my cock.  So, how did she accept her punishment, very well I think.

       I asked, “Megan, do you mind if I ask you  personal question.  I know as a slave you cannot refuse me, but on this question I want and honest answer.”

       Megan looked at me, attentive to any question.  “Sure, Jack, you know I will answer you.”

       “Well, I have noticed, whenever it is possible, you have you hand on my cock, usually stroking and rubbing it.  Now, understand, I love it, but I’m just curious what you are thinking.”

       Megan smiled, then looked down at my cock as she continued to stroke it, “I don’t know.  I love to touch it, and feel it.  Even when it is hard, the skin is smooth and soft.  I love making it hard, and of course, I love it when it excites you.  I love the taste of it, and guess it just make me feel good to stroke it, and to play with it.  I hope you like it.”

       “Yes…, yes I do.  I want you to hold it and stroke it whenever you want.”

       Megan leaned down and kissed the aching head of my cock.  Life is good. 

       We have talked about her punishment since it happened.  I think the punishment aroused her.  Sure it was painful, but she is her mother’s daughter, meaning, being the subject of a BDSM event is arousing to her.  Her mother explains that a higher level of bondage and  pain is a higher level of arousal.  I noticed she is wearing her high heels all the time, even some very high ones.  We are back into our normal Master and sex slave routine.  I have noticed, as I have told you, Megan is back to touching, holding, stroking and sucking my cock as much as she can.  It is like she cannot get enough cock, not that I am complaining , you understand.  What a treasure she is.

       After dinner on Friday, I asked that Jayne and Megan come into the living room.  Jayne knew what was going to happen, Megan did not.  After they sat down on either side of me, I talked to them.  Megan seemed to instinctively reach for my cock, grasping it and working it slowly.  Naturally, it started to harden.  It hardened even more so when Jayne cupped my balls, gently massaging them.

       “Ladies, Sunday evening we will have guests.  The Collins, Jim and his sex slave, Betsy, are coming for a light dinner and games.  Naturally, since, Jim is a close BDSM friend, and since he has the right to master both of you, you will be subject to his ministrations.  As with me, what ever he wants to do with you, he can.  Betsy, naturally, is a slave when she is here, and subject to what ever Jim and I want to do to her.”

       Both Jayne and Megan understood.  When we are with any one of the masters in our group, they are to be subject to them.  Now, I was going to ad the new feature, Chris Collins.

       “Now, there is an addition to the visiting Collins.  Chris their son, is a dominant master.  He has been sexually dominating his mother…..er…step mother, Betsy, for well over a year now.  He has the same freedom with her as I have with you two.  Jim is even thinking about getting our group to admit him to our gatherings.  Since he is a master, Sunday evening he will be like me and Jim Collins.  He will have total access to you two.”

       Megan was surprised to hear Chris’s name, and was even more surprised to know that he was into BDSN, especially with his step mother.  I could tell she wanted to say something.  I debated on how to handle it.  Should I order her to obey Chris, or let her make the decision, or at least speak her mind.  I chose the latter.

       Megan, even raised her hand, meekly like a school child, “Uh…Jack…Sir, may I ask a question?”

       “Sure, what’s on your mind”, I asked, as if I didn’t know.

       “Well, I know Chris, at school.  We have a couple of classes together, we have even shared notes in chemistry class.  He does not know I’m a sex slave.  I love being a sex slave, but I didn’t want anyone at school to know.  I don’t think they would understand.”

       I leaned over and kissed Megan, and replied, “Sweet Slave, not to worry.  I have talked with Jim.  Chris has been whipping, tying and fucking Betsy for a year.  She is required to suck his cock to awaken him in the morning.  He loves being a master, and hopes someday to marry a submissive woman like his step mother to be his wife.  I am not worried about Chris talking to anyone about his life.  I am not worried about him talking about you.  Being able to have you as his sex slave would be a gift beyond measure.  I am not worried.  Incidentally, I have talked with Chris, explaining the rules regarding you and your mother.  He understands, and is excited about being here.”

       Megan answered, “Well, I think there might be another problem.  He has asked me for a date, and I have held him off because I am a sex slave to you, and to the members of the group, and am totally involved in being a sex slave.  I thought dating would complicate what we are doing and what we have.  I had rather be a sex slave to you, and the group, than date some one who does not appreciate my life style.”

       Now do you see why I love this kid.  Is she precious, or is she precious?

       “Well, Sweet Slave, I have thought about it, talked to Jim, and your mother about this.  You don’t have to date Chris, but you will have to submit to him as a slave when I tell you to.  But, if you decide to date him, especially after he has had you submit to him as a sex slave, the I suspect he will require you to date him as your ‘master‘, and you as his sex slave.”

       Megan thought for a moment, “O.K. I guess that clears it up.  Being a sex slave does make things a little bit simpler.  I don’t have to make choices, they are made for me.    I know it sounds silly, but that is what I am, and what I want to be.”

       Jayne hugged Megan, and asked, “If he wants to date you, are you going to submit?”

       “Only if Jack, Sir consents.  Jack is my master, and only he can approve someone else having me as a sex slave.  If Jack says yes, then I probably would date him.”

       “Well“, I said, “I guess it is up to me.  Lets see how he is as a master,  I want him to master your mother.  She is a good judge of character.  Then, if he comes to me, and asks permission to date you, then I will probably approve it.  But, to make things simple, if you date him, you will do it as a sex slave.  That means you are his sex slave when you are with him.  I would even allow him to come here and take you down to the basement room to have access to you down there if he wants.  Remember, even if he is your, shall we say, “date master“, at the group gatherings, he will have access to all the other slaves, including your mother, and you will be subject to the whims of all the masters present.  I understand he has a crush on your mother, and has wanted to have sex with her for a long time.  When he can have her as a sex slave, I know she is in for a rough time with him.”

       Megan sat there, stroking my cock, nodding her head that she understood  She leaned down and kissed my rigid cock, then turned to me, saying, “Thank you Jack, Sir.  I will do whatever you say.  Please, even if I date him, and he makes me be a sex slave to him, I want to be your sex slave, forever.”

       I kissed her and squeezed her pretty breasts as she squeezed my cock.  “Megan, you are a treasure.  You are my sex slave, forever.  I want you to do me a favor.  Your mother is concerned about your future and your safety, and has worked with me on this thing.  I want you to show your appreciation to her.  I want you to get on your knees, and suck her pussy to a cum, letting her know you love her too.  I know she will like that.”

       Jayne started to say something, but I interrupted.  As Megan got to her knees in front of her mother, I spoke. “Jayne, open your legs, your daughter wants to give you something very nice.”

       Jayne nodded her head, spread her legs, welcoming Megan’s attention.  As Megan went to work, Jayne’s hand moved across my naked thigh and grasped my cock.  I kissed Jayne and fondled her breasts as Megan worked on her cunt.  I put my hand on Megan’s back and neck, gently pushing her to do a good job on her mother’s cunt.

       Sunday evening came.  We decided to have snacks and a little wine instead of being burdened with a dinner.  When the Collins arrived, I made sure both my slaves were ready.  They had taken great pains with their make up and hair.  As was to be expected, they wore their collars, wrist and ankle cuffs, along with matching black leather high heel umps.  I varied their bondage, however.  Remember how Megan was bound at her “coming out”?  I did the same with both Megan and her mother, Jayne.  I locked both their wrists behind their backs, but attached a short strap to the wrist cuffs.  That strap was attached to the back of their collars, pulling their wrists well above their waist, nearly between their shoulder blades.  This would keep their hands out of the way, making virtually all their bodies available for fondling, sex and of course, the whip.  There was more pressure on the collars around their necks, but I had been making them practice being bound in this method.  Also, when they are bound with their wrists pulled up like this, I use a wider collar, making it easier for them to handle the pressure. 

       When they came through he door, both Jim and Chris were looking around, probably looking for Megan.  Betsy walked in with them.  As stiffly as she moved, I suspected her bondage was rather severe.  Chris was holding a leash attached to his mother’s collar.  As soon as the front door was closed, Jim removed the cape from Betsy’s shoulders.  She was bound severely.  Aside from being gagged, her wrists and elbows were tied with rope behind her back.  Ropes were tied above and below Betsy’s breasts, emphasizing their size.  Her elbows were pulled very tight, and forced tightly together in the small of her back.  The stress on her shoulders was considerable.  Her massive breasts were forced out from her chest by her bondage, making them look even larger, and desirable.  There was evidence they had been whipped recently.  Betsy looked good.  I had plans to have her before the evening was over. 

       I was already naked, and Chris and Jim removed their clothing very quickly.  “Chris”, I addressed Jim’s son   “You know Megan from school, but now I want to introduce Megan, my sex slave.  She is as much a sex slave as is her mother, and your mother.”

       Chris, his rigid cock bouncing as he walked, went to Megan, kissed her and fondled her breasts.  “Slave”, he said, “Do you have your chemistry notes complete?”

       Megan, stuttered, answering Chris as he was putting his finger in her pussy.  “Yes…uh…yes sir, if you want I can give them to you.”

       Chris gave her cunt a sharp slap, then replied, “Well, before the evening is over I want to see them.”

       He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to Megan’s cunt.  Then he turned to Jayne.  :”Lady, you have no idea what a crush I had on your for years, how much I wanted you helpless to me.  You are mine for a while.  Do you understand?”

       A meek Jayne replied, “Yessir, what ever you want.”

       Chris grasped her leash, jerking it and pulling Jayne away, pulling her to a couch, making her sit down beside him.  As Chris was taking control of Jayne, Jim Collins came over to Megan, kissed her, and said, “Well, it appears you are mine for a while.  Come little slave, you ass is mine.”

       That left me and Betsy.  She was standing in the middle of the floor, still tightly bound and gagged.  “Slave, stick out your tits!”

       Betsy arched her back to push her breasts out more.  Quickly, I slapped both breasts sharply, making them bound and juggle.  Betsy flinched and moaned behind her gag..

       “Slave stick those tits out, and I do mean out.  If you don’t I will give them a whipping you won’t forget!”

       Bless her heart, pretty Betsy was trying with all her might to make her massive breast stick out further than they were.

       I slapped them again, “That’s not enough, slave.  Come with me, maybe I can help you out.”

       I grabbed a kitchen chair.  It had a low back, which was flat on the top.  I sat it in the middle of the living room floor.  I made Betsy sit on the chair, backward with her shapely nylon covered legs spread on either side of the chair back, straddling the seat..  Her breasts were now pushing against the back of the chair.  You can probably figure out my next move.  I reached under her breasts, and picking them up, I put them on top of the back of the chair.  Most of her breasts was hanging over the back of the chair.  Using two lengths of rope I tied them to the top of the back of the chair.  I wound the ropes around the base of her breasts pulling the rope painfully tight, then pushing her against the back of the chair, literally making her breasts extend beyond the back of the chair.  Pulling hard on the tit ropes, I wrapped the ropes around the top piece of the chair back and around her breasts.  Now poor Betsy’s tits were bound to the top of the chair, and she was helpless to pull them back, or to protect them.  To finish her bondage, I pulled her pretty spread legs back and tied them to the front legs of the chair, which were now behind her.  She was helpless, and her breasts were now exposed to what ever I wanted to do to them, and Betsy was helpless to do anything about it.  I could see the fear in Betsy’s eyes.  I could feel the ache in my cock.

       I looked around the room.  Chris and Jayne were still on the couch in a “make out” session.  Megan and Jim were at an easy chair, Megan on her knees sucking Jims cock.  Jim was using a crop to periodically strike Megan’s breasts to encourage her to do her best in sucking his cock.  I spoke up so I could be heard.

       “Ladies and gentle men, we have a problem.  We have a recalcitrant slave, who would not stick out her tits when told to do so.  I think punishment is called for.”

       Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to see what was going to happen.  I picked up a small flogger whip.  This whip could supply a great deal of pain, yet do little damage.  I walked over to Betsy and touched her breasts, and ran the whip softly across Betsy silky skin.  I leaned down and kissed, and sucked each of her nipples

       Chris spoke up, “Mom, how many times have I had to remind you to stick out your tits.  Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

       Well, that seemed to say it all.  My cock ached as I brought back the flogger, raised it in the air, and brought it down across Betsy’s breasts.  They were so tightly tied to the chair back, they didn’t even jiggle.  Betsy did flinch, and seemed to want to pull her breasts back, but her bondage prevented that movement.  Her eyes were looking up at me, looking for mercy from me.  There was none.

       “Slave, don’t look at me.  I want you to look down at your tits as I whip them.  Keep looking, watching the whip do its job until I tell you to do otherwise.“

       Betsy did as I ordered.  Her eyes wide with expectation.  Even as the whip struck her breasts, she would flinch, but kept looking at her own torment.  I saw a tear leave her pretty brown eyes, rolling down her gagged cheek and splash on her breasts.  She had no idea how much pain I was going to inflict on her.  Well, I wanted to whip those beautiful big breasts, so she was going to have to sit there and endure.  Endure she did.  When I finished, her breasts were a bright hue of pink.  Tears were running down her cheeks and on to her well whipped breasts..  I kept her tit bound to the chair, but I removed her gag.

       “Slave, I am going to remove your gag, but you are not to say a word.  If you do, your torment will begin again.  I am not sure your tits can handle the pressure.”

       I removed her gag, then ordered, “Open your mouth, and keep it open.”

       Betsy did as ordered, and I promptly pushed my engorged cock between her soft sweet lips.  One of her golden tears splashed on my cock shaft as I fucked her mouth.  As I fucked Betsy’s mouth, I could feel my thighs pushing against her bound breasts.  I looked around to how this was being received, and there next to me was Chris and my wife, Jayne. He had her on her knees, her wrists still locked to the back of her collar, sucking his cock as he was watching the torment of his mother.  He pulled his cock from Jayne’s mouth and walked over to where his mother was sucking my cock.  He ran his hands over her bound breasts and smiled.  For an extra measure, he pinched her nipples.  Megan was still on her knees, her breasts being whipped as she sucking Jim’s cock while he was watching me work his wife over. 

       As I fucked Betsy’s mouth, Chris spoke, “Jack, I like you action.  Whipping her tits is the greatest, but of course having Mom to suck you cock is awesome, too.  Uh…, if…you don’t mind…, I want to take Jayne to your basement.  I want to whip her before I fuck her.”

       “Sure”, I replied.  “Let me finishing fucking your mother’s mouth, then we can all go down, I want to watch you work on my little slave.”

       Chris continued standing there watching me fuck his mother’s mouth, while my Jayne was on her knees, working on his cock.  As I watched him and Jayne, I noticed a tremble in his thighs.  Then I saw his abs tremble as he closed his eyes and started humping his cock into Jayne’s mouth.  I guess the effect of watching me torture his mother while my wife was sucking his cock was a bit much.  He was cumming, humping Jayne’s mouth, shooting jets of hit cum down her throat, some of his issue escaping her mouth and running down on her breasts.  His climax was so great his legs became rubbery, but he maintained and held out.  Jayne was gold.  She sucked him dry, then cleaned his flagging cock.  Chris had wanted to fuck my wife for years, and now his fantasies had come true.

       My cock was beginning to throb and ache as I looked down at Betsy, and said, “OK, slave, standby.  I am going to fill your mouth, and you had better take it all, or your tits get more of the same!”

       My cock erupted, filling Betsy’s mouth and throat.  She struggled with my cum, bit did a wonderful job.  Like Jane, she had been taught to suck a cock dry and clean it with her mouth and tongue.  She did that,  Betsy is one hot little slave.  I am glad I took an extra dose of Viagra.  I feel I’m going to need it.  As I was releasing Betsy from the chair, Chris made Jayne stand up, while Jim was helping Megan up.  We all headed down to the basement orgy room.

       I sat down on a small couch, making Betsy kneel in front of me.  I was releasing her bondage as Chris was putting my wife in bondage. He was tying her to a whipping post in the middle of the room.  Using a wide strap around her waist and the post, he boun d her snugly there, making future movement futile. She was stretched, her wrists pulled high above her and tied to the post.  Her breasts were on either side of the post, making them available to the whip..  He had spread her legs, anchoring to rings in the floor.  The look on Jayne’s face was one of despair  and arousal.  She knew she was in for a rough time.  After releasing Betsy, and removing all her bondage, I made her get on her knees.  She was stroking and using her mouth on my cock.  I was paying attention to her and her breasts when I heard the sound of a whip on warm flesh.  I looked up just in time to see Chris bring his flogger whip to bear on Jayne’s ass.

       A Betsy worked on my cock, both she and I watch her son.  Even Megan and Jim were watching.  Chris was serous with his whip.  In short fashion, her breasts, ass, thighs and her cunt were well whipped.  Jayne was gagged, and at times she was sobbing, and screaming into her gag.  I watched, and even though he was effective with his whip, Jayne had endured more, so I let it go and enjoyed the show.  My cock getting harder with Betsy’s mouth and hands doing an excellent job.  Chris took Jayne down and carried her to one of the king size beds.  His cock must have been really aching..  As quickly as he put Jayne on the bed, he was in her, fucking her with abandon.  It didn’t take long before he had his climax.  Jayne was able to cum with him.  During the time he was fucking Jayne, Jim moved Megan to the other bed and was fucking her to a climax.

       The room was quiet, except for a lot of labored breathing.  I had Betsy move up on the couch and sit next to me.  My arms were around her, kissing and fondling, “making out”.  She was stroking my cock, making it painfully rigid.  I had never really spent time with Betsy.  I was finding out that she was a very hot lady, and very submissive.  I was really enjoying her.

       In the minutes after Chris fucked Jayne, he and his father switched slaves.   Now, Megan was with Chris.  Even thought he had just climaxed with Jayne, his cock was still rigid.  He and Megan sat down on one of the couches, and were having a “make out” session.  They were talking a lot between kisses.  It would seem they were fascinated with each other.  Both Jim and I had decided that they would be left to their own devices for a while.  When I thought Chris was ready, I approached him with a erotic plan.

       “Chris, have you fucked Megan yet”, I asked.

       He replied, “Not yet, I want to whip her first.”

       “Great let me show you something, and you will be able to do both at the same time.   Let me have Megan for a minute.”

       Chris nodded his head and let me take Megan of the couch.  He followed me as I walked her over to a whipping bench.  This bench was a little different, and an item of my own invention.  If a slave was standing,  facing the bench and told to bend over and place her tits on the leather covered surface, she would be standing, bent over.  She could be tied there, even with her legs spread and tied.  Then you could whip her ass, pussy or thighs as well as fuck her from behind.  If you bound a rope around her breasts, then she would be pressing her painfully restricted breasts down on the whipping bench, adding to her discomfort.  On the other hand, if you lay her down on her back, preferable with her bound arms under her, you could tie her down, face up on the bench.  You would need to position her at the edge of the bench with her ass sort of hanging off.  There are two eight feet tall posts on the corners of the whipping bench.  The slaves legs would be raised, pulled up and tied.  Her legs being pulled open and tied to the posts, spreading her legs widely, exposing her cunt to the whole world.  There is nothing she can do about it.  I tied Megan in the last pose, on her back with her legs pulled up and spread wide, tightly tied in that position.  Her cunt is cock high to the average man, and her breasts are exposed for what ever Chris wanted to do to them.

       “Chris, come here, let me show you something.  Megan’s cunt is now exposed, ready to be fucked.  Now if you would please, put your cock in her cunt and fuck her for a couple of minutes.  Then pull out.”

       Chris did as I asked.  In a moment he had Megan moaning with pleasure.  At about the two minute mark, he stopped and pulled his cock out of Megan, causing her to moan with disappointment.  I was standing there watching him, with a small flogger type whip in my hand.

       “Think about how her cunt felt to your cock.  It is nice and tight, am I correct.”

       “Yeah, I love her cunt“, replied Chris.

       ”Now watch this.  Use this whip to whip her cunt for a bit.”

       I struck her heated cunt, but she was aroused.  It took about four lashes with the whip for her to feel the pain.  I gave the whip to Chris.

       “OK, now, you whip her cunt like I showed you.”

       Chris was an apt student.  As he was shown, so he did.  His whip was effective and dead on.  In a moment Megan was struggling to avoid the whip, but could not.  After a few more strokes of the flogger on her cunt, I stopped him.

       “Now, Chris, put you cock back in her pussy.  I think you will find it is tighter and feels better, hotter.  Try it.”

       Chris walked up to Megan, and pushed his cock into her heated cunt.  He kept pushing it in and out, causing Megan to start a low soft moaning again..  Christ stopped fucking her, with his cock buried to his balls and turned to me.

       “Jack, that is amazing.  Her cunt is really tighter, and hotter.  I notice she is more responsive.  Wow!”

       I told him to go back to what  he as ding, and have a good time.  He continued to fuck Megan, and as he did so, he used the pussy whip to whip her breasts as he fucked her.  Both Megan and Chris were hot, and ready.  In a moment or two they both came.  It was hot and explosive.  I suspect, before the evening is over, he will be asking to date Megan.

       Well, I was right.  It was some time later when I was finished fucking Betsy.  Betsy was on her knees, her pretty full lips sucking my cock clean of my cum and her pussy juices, when Chris came over.  He sat down next to me.  He put Megan on her knees in front of him, telling her to attend to his cock while he talked with me.  Megan started to kiss and suck Chris’s cock as he looked down at his step mother, enjoying watching her suck my cock, as he talked.

       “Jack, I really like Megan, and have for some time.  I did not know she was a sex slave.  Now that I know, and have had her, I am even more interested in her.  I know she is your sex slave, so I am asking you if we can date.  I would like your permission to date her.”

       I looked at him, then down at Megan.  My hand was in his mother’s pretty brown hair, pulling her down on my cock.  Yeah, it would be good for Megan to have two regular masters.

       “Chris, I think that would be fine.  Would you want her to be a sex slave to you?”

       “Yes, Sir, I sure would.  I would like to treat her just like I have tonight, if that is all right.”

       “Chris, my man, you said the right words.  Yes, she can date you, and I insist that she be a sex slave to you.  If you had said ‘no’ to the sex slave situation, then I would not have approved.  But, yes, she is now your girl friend, and yes she is your sex slave.  Understand, also, you can use this room with her anytime you want to.  If there are nights when you want to stay over, then you will stay in her bed room and she will be your slave.  When you are over here, you can also have access to Jayne.  How’s that?”

       “Thank you, Sir”,  Chris exclaimed.  “I like it very much.  Thank you very much.”

       By now, Chris’s mother had raised my cock up again, and was sucking me to another cum.  As the heat rose in my cock, I looked across the room and saw that Jayne was tied on he back, on the whipping bench, being soundly fucked, again, by Jim Collins.  I wonder if he whipped her cunt before he fucked her.

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Megan’s Questions

Chapter Eight

       Poker night.  The male members of our little BDSM group like to play poker.  The wives have a girls night out, or some other thing, while the guys had a poker game.  There is a twist to the game, however, but you have probably already figured that out.  The game is a form of strip poker, with some serious modifications.

       The first modification is, we don’t play for money.  Yeah, I know, that sounds strange, but bear with me.  We choose one of our slaves to be the prize of the evening.  She is presented by her Master, fully dressed, including underwear.  She is always made helpless before the game, and during the game.  Each hand of poker is played, and the winner removes an item of clothing from the bound, helpless, slave.  Garter belts, hosiery and high heels shoes are exempt from the game.  These items remain on the slave.  After all, we want her to look her best.  When the last item of clothing is removed, then another hand of poker is played to see whom dictates what happens to the now naked bound slave.

       On this evening there were four poker players.  George Watkins, Jim Collins and Sean McAlpine, and of course, me.  I had thought about this, and decided that Megan should be the prize of the evening.  She had never experienced this, and I thought it about time.  Her delightful mother, Jayne agreed this would be a good next step in her sexual slavery.

       On the evening in question, everything was set.  The game was to be played at my house, in my  basement orgy room.  Jayne had made some snacks for the players.  She was to be in the room to serve snacks and drinks to the players.  Naturally, she was to be naked.  On this evening I had her wearing a black leather garter belt with black hose, while shod in black leather high heeled pumps.  Of course, she was wearing the standard black leather collar, and black leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  She looked fantastic.

       Megan was helped by her mother and myself.  I wanted her costume to be perfect, yet, easy to handle.  First, she donned a very small spandex swim suit.  The bottom was merely a “G” string thong, which covered nothing.  It went around her waist, with the crotch piece dipping down and disappearing in her pussy and ass.  Everything was exposed.  The top was a matching “G” string bra , not quite covering her nipples.  Next came another bikini which covered just enough to keep her from being arrested at a public swimming pool.  This was worn over the “G” string swim suit.  The next two item was a two piece sun dress.  The top was a white silk halter top, which tied behind the neck and waist of the wearer.  There was a matching very short black mini-skirt worn with the top.  While the skirt was relatively tight, it zippered all the way down making it easy to remove from her hips. If you have noticed, all these items of clothing can be removed from a bound woman without having to release her from her bonds.  Lastly, Megan was wearing a pair of thigh high stockings with lace and elastic around the top.  These came up her delightful legs high enough to place the lace just below her cunt.  Megan was very excited about the possibilities, and loved the way her costume made her look, which was very hot.  Her feet were shod in a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps.  To finish her costume, her wrists were locked behind her back with leather wrist cuffs, and a leather strap was used to tightly  secure her elbows behind her back.  Jayne put the finishing touch on Megan’s make up and hair.

       Megan was beautiful.  By the time Jayne and I got her ready, my cock was a full rut.  I wanted to fuck her, make her suck me, anything, but I didn’t want to mess her up, at least not before the poker game.  I wanted her to look her best, so that every man in the room would want to ravish her.  I kissed her on the cheek while I squeezed her breast with one hand, and patted her cunt with the other.  My cock ached.

       A naked Jayne took Megan into my office at the back of the house, and left her there until the game started.  To give Megan the feeling of being a prisoner, Jayne even locked the door to the room.  Now, I finished Jayne’s attire.  Yeah, I have already mentioned her collar, cuffs, garter belt, hose and heels, but there is an addition.  I produced a penis gag from a dresser drawer.  The penis mouth insert was not particularly large, just enough to silence her, and allow her to wear the gag for an extended length of time.  This one is unique in that the gag can be locked on the a slave and cannot be removed without the key.

       “Uh, Jack…, Sir, do I need to be gagged when serving?”

       I replied, “Yep, you do.  I want Megan to be featured this evening.  I don’t want any one to get lonely while watching someone do something with Megan, and decide you need to suck his cock.  A locking gag eliminates the possibilities.”

       Jayne nodded her head, “Yessir.”

       She opened her mouth and I inserted the penis gag, and after pulling the strap tight, I locked the buckle in that position.  I don’t know about you, but I love to see a pretty face, with her pretty mouth gagged.  Makes your cock ache.

       About that that time, the door bell rang, signaling the arrival of the players.  I had Jayne go to the door and great each player.  The look on the faces of each of the men was great.  To be greeted at the door by a beautiful naked, gagged, nigh heel shod sex slave is the fantasy of every man.  Jayne sure fit the description.  Each of them looked at Jayne, and wondered if she were the prize of the evening, and if so, why was she naked.  They did take advantage of her greeting.  She was kissed on her gagged mouth, hugged and fondled by each guest.

       The players were in the orgy room and were seated, munching on snacks and enjoying a glass of beer.  They enjoyed Jayne serving them, and each made sure they felt her ass, pinched a nipple or fingered her pussy as she served them.  Each player was still dressed.  There is a reason for this.  This makes the poker prize slave more conscious of her vulnerability and nakedness, as she is the only one in the room without clothing.  In fact, as I think about this, two of the men, Sean and George, had never been seen by Megan while they were wearing clothing.  She had only seen them naked at our gatherings.

       As I broke out the deck of cards, I turned to Jayne, and said, “Sweet Slave, will you get our prize for the evening?”

       Jayne turned and walked up the stairs of the orgy room.  Every man at the table turned and watched her magnificent ass and high heel shod legs as she walked up the stairs.  In a minute or two, we heard two sets of high heel on the stairs.  Once again we were greeted with the fabulous naked body of the gagged Jayne, leading a well dressed Megan with a leash attached to her collar.  Not a word was said as every man watched.  As Jayne and Megan approached the game table, I heard Sean utter something about me being a luck bastard.  I agree with him.

       “Gentlemen, our evening poker prize is the sex slave you see before you.  Here’s the rules.  No spit in the ocean, or some other weird card move.  However, one-eyed Jacks are wild.  When you win a hand, the slave will come to you and you can remove an article of clothing.  The slave is to stand or kneel next to you while you fondle the part of her you undressed, until the next hand is won, then she will belong to the guy who won that next hand.  At the end, we will play for the slave.  No fucking or sucking until the last hand.  That hand decides her fate.  The winner decides what is to happen to her.  After he has had his winning satisfied, then she is at the whim of other players.  Agreed?”

       Every one agreed and were anxious to get started.  Even though Megan was dressed, she did look good.  While Jayne stood behind me with her wrists crossed behind her back and her legs in an open stance, I made Megan walk around, displaying herself, then had her stand behind me with her mother.  I dealt the cards.  We played five card draw.

       Each player looked at his cards, and when asked, Sean wanted two and Jim Collins wanted one.  I was sitting there with a pair of Jacks.  I took two cards. Time to show the cards.  Each man laid his cards on the table.  I won with three Jacks.  Even though I had no control of the cards, I wanted to win.  I wanted to be the first player to remove an article of clothing from Megan.

       Megan came to me, and as ordered, turned her back to me while I untied her halter top and removed it.  I moved my hands around her and grasped her magnificent breasts.  I kissed her on the neck as I fondled her.  Her bound hands were grasping my rigid cock through my pants.  She is indeed a treasure.

       Megan stood close to me as I dealt the next hand.  After a bit more give and take, Jim Collins won the next hand.  Megan walked around the table to him.  Slowly he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.  He turned to Jayne and ordered her to pick it up.  Jayne was a delight to watch as she did so.  Jim ran his hands over Megan’s ass, and rubbed her pussy through the bikinis she was wearing.

       The next hand went to Jim Collins again.  He took great pleasure in removing her bikini top, revealing the thong type bikini top which just barely covered her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts on display.  Jim spent the next few moments playing with Megan’s breasts.  Time for the next hand

       Meg was on her knees next to Jim Collins as he fondled her breasts, while I dealt the next hand.  I thought Sean probably had a poor hand as he asked for three cards.  Well, I was wrong.  He had a pair of kings and a pair of eights to win this hand.  Jim helped Megan up and she walked around to Sean McAlpine.  Without fanfare, he promptly removed the regular bikini bottom.  Now Megan was wearing the thong top and thong bottom.  The bottom covered nothing.  Sean gave her ass a couple sound spanks with his hand, then grasped her nipple, pulling on them, making her bow down to his face.  He kissed her.  As the next hand was being dealt, he was running his had between her legs, fondling her cunt.  It was obvious that all this fondling and sexual attention was turning Megan on.  As Sean played with her cunt, I could tell she was beginning to hump her hips, rubbing her pussy against his hand.  Her eyes were closed and her breathing had quickened.  I looked back at my naked and gagged Jayne.  She was watching her daughter with pride, as I was doing.  Yeah, Sean is right, I am the luckiest bastard in town.

       The next hand went to George Watkins.  Megan went to him and stood passively as he removed the thong bikini top.  He slapped both her breasts, then bent down to suck her nipples.  He was fondling her cunt as he did so.  Now, Megan was having trouble.  She was very aroused and George was making her more so.  He quit before there was a crisis.  Slapping her breasts again, he sat down for the next had which would removed the last remaining “garment”, the thong bottom which left her ass and pussy exposed.

       That hand was won by myself.  I watched as a smiling Megan walked to me.  As she walked up to me, I could see the lust on her face.

       “Slave, you must remember, you are not to have a cum until you have permissions.  Do you understand?”

       Megan, smiling answered, “Yes Sir, I understand,”

       I removed the last bit of fabric on her body.  She was magnificent.  Megan moaned and closed her eyes as I inserted my finger in her steaming hot cunt.  I finger fucked her for a moment, then turned back to the cards.

       “Gentlemen, this is the last hand.  This will decide who dictates what happens to our slave.  Lets see what the cards have to say”

       Megan moved closer to me as I dealt the cards.  Her body was touching mine.  I did not want to win this hand  Unseen to anyone else, I made sure no one could see that I drew a pair of queens.  When asked if I wanted more cards, I tossed the two queens on the table and asked for two more.  I got a six of spades and a deuce of clubs.  My hand was nothing but trash cards.  The other players lay their cards on the table, and Sean McApine won.

       Sean ordered Megan to his chair.  She responded as her mother and I watched.  Sean grabbed her about the waist and promptly put her across his lap.  Megan’s ass was up, and exposed, ready for a spanking.  Sean ran his hand between her legs and put his fingers in her pussy.  He worked his fingers in and out of her cunt.  Quickly Megan was humping his hand.  When it appeared she was about to climax, he pulled his fingers from her heated passage and began spanking her ass.  Megan began to squirm, them started to moan with pain.  Just about the time tears began to form in her pretty eyes, Sean stopped and picked her up.  He turned her around, and picking her up, he sat her down on the table facing him.  He pushed her back, making her lay on her bound arms and wrists.  He pulled her legs apart and slapped the insides of her creamy thighs.  Next, to my surprise, he leaned forward and put his mouth against her cunt.  Megan gasped with delight as Sean’s lips and tongue were working on her pussy.  He nibbled on her clit causing her to go into spasms of sexual delight.  He kept up his oral attack on Megan’s pussy until she could not handle it any more.  Her body was shaking and her hips here humping like a mad woman.  Her sweet voice was just one constant moan as her climax reached it’s zenith.  Sean continued his assault as he reached over and grabbed her breasts, working and kneading them as he sucked her pussy.  It seems as if she climaxed again, but it was hard to tell as she kept moaning and humping his face and mouth.  It was a beautiful thing to see.  Megan’s mother was now standing beside me, turned so her pussy was pressing against my shoulder.  Her hands were rubbing my neck as I could hear her labored breathing from behind her penis gag.

       Sean finally stood up, and looking down at Megan, said, “Slave, you know you cannot have a cum without permission.  I suspect you just had about three.  You need to be punished for such a serious violation of slave rules.”

       Sean slapped Megan’s pussy and turned to Jayne, “Slave, get me some rope and a flogger whip!”

       Jayne responded, from the wall brought several strands of rope, along with medium weighted flogger type whip.  Quickly, Sean spread Megan’s splayed legs and tied them to the table legs.   Another rope went around her naked waist, tying her down to the table.  Without uttering another words, he brought the whip down on Megan’s pussy.  The four serious lashes were heard and Megan flinched with each one.  Then, Sean did a curious thing.  He stopped whipping her as he undressed.  An aroused and intimidated Megan watched.  Sean’s cock was painfully rigid.  Picking up the whip, he started rubbing it gently across Megan’s pussy lips.  He kept stroking her cunt with his whip.  When she began to respond, gently moving her hips against the whip, his strokes became a little more pronounced.  Megan started to respond to this, moving her hips and pussy.  It was apparent that she was being aroused by this.

       As the whip stroked became a little harder, Megan’s eyes closed, her mouth open and slack, breathing out soft moans of pleasure.  Sean kept working the whip, pushing Megan even high until she was humping a seemingly invisible lover.  As she approached the crisis stage, her orgasm raiding rising to the top, Sean raised his whip and brought it down hard, again and again.  It seemed as if Megan’s body exploded as another climax ripped though her.  Sean kept whipping her until her cum was beginning to subside.  Then he stepped back and watched as Megan continued to hump her “invisible lover”.  When she finally came back to earth, Sean untied her legs and made her get on her knees, taking her cock in his mouth and sucking him to a climax.  All of us gathered there were amazed at what we had just witnessed.  The whipping of Megan until she had a climax was incredible.

       By now I had removed Jayne’s gag.  As I Hugged her, she turned to me and said, “I have never seen anything like that before.  That was the amazing thing I have ever seen.  It was beautiful.”

       I stepped forward and shook Sean’s hand, “Man that was amazing.  It was indeed  beautiful.”

       Sean just smiled as he looked down on a sated Megan.

       The evening took a familiar course with Megan being the center of activity.  At one point, she was tied on her back to the card table with her head hanging off one side and her cunt available on the other side.  George was fucking her cunt, while Sean was fucking her mouth.  True to his nature, Sean had a light weight flogger whip.  He was using it to whip Megan’s breasts while he was mouth fucking her.

       My cock was aching from everything happening around me.  I sat down on a couch and had Jayne straddle my thighs and lap, placing her soaking wet cunt over my raging cock.  I had her impale herself on it and to fuck me.  We both came to excellent climaxes.  While I was sitting there, recovering, Jim Collins claimed Jayne for a while.

       Before the evening was over, both Jayne and Megan well fucked.  It was amazing, violent, and beautiful all the same time.  Sean is an artist with a whip.  I must talk with him, to learn the intricate details of how you whip a woman to a cum.  As he was zipping up his trousers, Jim Collins announced next month’s poker game would be at his house, with Betsy as the evenings prize.  Life is indeed good.

       

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.”

        

        

       

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Ten

       My head is in a fog of sorts.  By that I mean I had one Hell of an afternoon with Betsy Collins.  It is obvious she would like to be my slave, my sex slave.  I am not sure I want a full time relationship right now.  I’ve got to think about this.

       On to other things.  Today is the day.  I am taking Megan to a salon where they will remove her pussy hair with a laser.  It will be removed completely, permanently.  What does she think about that?  We talked about it, and I told her I wanted to have her cunt void of any pubic hair.  While she has no problem with having pubic hair, she did understand how erotic it appears to have the pubic hair removed.  So, she agreed.  Since this is permanent, I wanted her to agree to it.

       She was dressed relatively conservative, by my standards.  A simple white silk blouse and a black leather skirt which ended about three inches above her knees.  Yeah, I had her wear a pair of black leather high heel sandals.  She wore no other clothing.  Yes, the attendant would see her dressed like that, but I didn’t care.  All the important parts of her were covered, so that was that.  Megan accepted my mandate.  What a precious little slave she is.

       Megan is not particularly hirsute, so it did not take very long, only about an hour and half for the job.  I was in the room with her the whole time, making sure every hair on her pubis, her cunt and the delicious little space between the cunt and her ass hole, was removed.  Megan is quite beautiful around her cunt, and to my way of thinking, pubic hair distracted from that beauty.

       When we arrive back home, Megan naturally undressed and donned her collar and cuffs.  I had her model for me, showing off her body so I could appreciate this modification.  Aside from a pinkish tinge to the pubic mound, caused by the laser, and a natural tenderness to the area, she was magnificent.  I am glad we did this.  After seeing herself in a mirror, she agreed that this was a good idea.  In order to help the healing process, an ointment, a balm, was to be put on the effected area a couple of times a day..  It was my great pleasure to administrate this medical procedure.

       I hugged her, and kissed her, complimenting her on the modification to her beautiful body.  She smiled and replied, “Thank you.  I agree I look more naked and more like a sex slave.  Ya know, the thing I missed?”

       “No, I don’t know what you missed.”

       “Well, as I was lying there, naked below the waist, legs spread and someone messing with my pussy, I wish I had been tied down, like slave.  I think that would have been hot.”

       I kissed her again, “Yeah, that would have been hot.  I am glad you weren’t, because I am not sure I could have resisted fucking you.”

       I repeat myself, is this girl a treasure, or what?

       A day or so after having her pubic hair permanently removed, we were sitting in the living room.  We were naked, and she was wearing her collar and cuffs, along with a pair of dark gray high heel pumps.  I was reading some research for an article while Megan was reading a BDSM pornographic novel.  We were sitting next to each other, our bodies touching.  As usual, her hand was wrapped around my cock, softly stroking it.

       I paused in my reading, leaning over, putting my arm around Megan and kissing her, I asked, “How are you and Chris doing?  I haven’t seen him around here in a couple of days.”

       Putting her book down, but continuing to stroke my cock, she turned to me and answered, “He’s been over at the University in De Graw.  He took his step mother with him.  He wants a slave with him while they are looking at the curriculum and the housing.  He wants to be an engineer.  I think he will be a good one.”

       “Are you two still doing OK”, I asked.

       “Yeah, I think so.”

       “You don’t sound too sure.  Is there a problem?”

       Megan paused, leaning into me, she continued to stroke my cock. “Well, I don’t know.  I think he might be upset at me.  He wants to give me to a friend of his.  He wants to watch me being whipped and fucked by this friend.  I am not sure I feel safe with that friend.  Besides, I told him you are my master and he would have to ask you.  If you approved, then I would have to submit.  He didn’t want to do that.  I don’t know his friend, and I don’t want my slavery to be common knowledge at school.  I will be a senior this year and I don’t want to change schools because of a scandal, or bullying.  I just want to graduate with a good grade point average.  I don’t trust Chris’s decisions in this matter.    Jack , Sir, I am your slave, devoted to you, and I guess owned by you.  Isn‘t that right?”

       God, I love this girl!

       “Well, you are right.  You are my sex slave, and you are not to surrender to anyone without my permission..  If you and he were married, or if you lived with him as his slave, and he being your master, well, that would be a totally different situation.  Until then, you are mine.  I consider you to be my daughter, and my sex slave.”

       I kissed her again as she squeezed my cock.  My hand was full of her breasts, squeezing them and manipulating her nipples.

       I spoke again, “There is a little more to this, Sweet Slave.  Suppose you were living with Chris, or even married to him.  Then, suppose is wanted to give you to his friend, to be tied, whipped and tortured, and made to submit to his sexual demands, what would be your feelings?  This is something you have to consider.”

       Megan paused, still gently stroking my achingly rigid cock, “Well, if I were his sex slave…,and he were truly my master, then I would submit to what he wanted.  I would have to trust that he would protect me.”

       I hugged and kissed her, telling her she was a wonderfully beautiful slave.

       “Jack, can I ask you another question?”

       We kissed again, “Sure, you know you can ask me anything.”

       She gave my cock a delicious squeeze, and kept stroking it, “Are you and Betsy an item?  Is she going to be your sex slave?”

       “Wow, you are full of questions, aren’t you?  Well, I have always promised you an answer, so let me give it to you as best I can.  First, I am not over losing your mother.  I loved her very much.  That was one Hell of a jolt when we lost her.  You helped me make it through all that.  I know you felt the same way.  I am glad we have each other, and I will never do anything to jeopardize that.  As far as Betsy, I have only seen her once in all this time.  I enjoyed myself with her, and she is very submissive, the way I like.  While I am tempted to make her my slave, I want to make sure this is what I want.  You need to know I would do nothing to interfere with what you and I have.  We are family, and you come first in my life.”

       Megan turned her face up to me and kissed me, then she lowered her head down to my already rigid cock and used her soft warm lips to kiss it, and then began to suck it.  I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let her do what she does best.  After a moment or two, I did stop her and had her face me again.  Her hand moved off my cock to my chest.

       “Hold it, Sweet Slave, don’t distract me with that sweet mouth and tongue of yours.  Why are you asking about Betsy?  You asked me, and now I am asking you.  Also, you can put your hand back on my cock.”

       Megan smiled and kissed me again while her hand again sought my still aching cock.         “Well, I wondered what happens to me if you make Betsy your slave.  Chris has already told me he wants to make his mother and me to do things with each other while being bound and whipped, or tormented.  You made mother and me suck each other several times.  I never thought of Chris doing something like that Betsy and I.”

       I am having a hard time controlling my cock and desires at this point.  “OK, here’s the deal.  If I were to take Betsy as my slave, I would be a lot rougher that I was with your mother.  Its possible I would be rougher on you.  I think I have been rougher on you lately than I was before.  Yes, I can see making you and Betsy suck each other.  You both are beautiful and sexy women.  It would be a thing of beauty.  Since you are family, I might cut you some slack, and not be as rough on you as I would be with Betsy.  But, as I say this, I have not made up my mind about making Betsy my slave.”

       Megan was very thoughtful as she answered me.  “Well, I happen to know she wants to be your slave, and knows you will be very rough on her.  She wants you to be that way with her.  And…, please try to understand, if you make her your slave, and do what you want you want with her, please keep me as your slave.  And as rough as you are with her, I don’t want you to hold back on me.  Lately, yes, I noticed that you are much more harsh with me.  I want you to know this is just fine.  The tighter you bind me, and the more you do to me, the more excited I am.  I will not admit this to anyone but you, Sir, but when you are making me endure the things you want to do to me, the more I endure, whipping, torture, sex, the more excited I get.  Please treat me like you are going to treat Betsy.”

`        Megan was nearly breathless with this admission.  My cock was getting a working over.  I grasped her hand, stopping her from making me cum.  I wanted to fuck her first.  I pulled her hand from my cock, and locked both her wrist cuffs together behind her back.  As I moved my hand back around her delightful body, I stopped at her breasts, squeezed them, and slapped them about three times each, then kissed her.  Her kiss was so hot, it felt like her lips nearly burned my lips.  I ran my hand down to her cunt, delving into this scorching hot facility.  Megan was ready to be fucked.

       I pushed her back down on the couch and spread her legs.  Megan looked up at me with a look of anticipation.  Her cunt was soaking wet and took my cock easily.  I must have been more aroused that I knew.  I began to hump her like a mad man.  The next thing I knew, she was cumming.  The feel of her body, the visage of her pretty face with lust and sexual tension written across it, and the way my cock felt in her cunt made me want to cum, and cum I did.  It seemed it would never stop.  I just kept humping her, with her hips rising to meet mine.  Megan was a wonderful slave, the kind that made me want to bind her, torment her, and fuck her to oblivion, forever.

       Megan’s venus mons has completely healed.  Now, with the total removal of her pubic hair by laser, I swear she is more naked, and more alluring.  I love the look of her when she is naked, especially wearing high heels, but with the smooth bare pussy, she is even more erotically exciting.  I loved touching her cunt area before, but now it is delicious.  I suppose, in a way, I understand Megan wanting touch and stroke my cock all the time.  I love running my hand over the area where the pubic hair has been removed, which of course means I am touching and fondling her cunt, a lot.  I had even thought of having a tattoo placed in that area, something like the word “slave”, or even a tattoo of crossed whips.  But, I don’t really like tattoo’s, especially on beautiful female skin.  Both Megan and her mother are too beautiful to mar their skin with a tattoo.

       I have a lot of thinking to do.  I must decide what I want to do about Betsy, and of course there is the Chris situation.  I think I might “date” Betsy for a while.  I don’t want to jump into a “permanent” situation right now.  I do enjoy Betsy, and treating her like a sex slave, so we will see what we shall see.

       The Chris situation gives me pause for thought.  I hope he hasn’t contracted a bad case of “stupid” and is about the blow the best thing that ever happened to him.  I think I will have a talk with him to clarify what is going on.

       In the meantime, there is something even more important coming up.  It is Megan’s birthday, her seventeenth.  This has been a very significant year for her.  Jayne, her mother was lost in a traffic accident, so Megan has had her down moments, but she has soldiered through.  Of great significance is that Megan is now a sex slave, my sex slave to be exact.  Her mother introduced her to the life of a sex slave, and induced me to take Megan as my sex slave.  She has embraced her new status in life.  It seems she is open to anything demanded of her.  She had been introduced to a BDSM group and was used {abused} by all the Masters of that group.  Megan enjoyed those moments when she interacted with members of that group.  Unfortunately, the group has broken up.  I wish that group was still here to celebrate her birthday.  I want it to be something very special.

       Megan made this somewhat easier for me.  She was looking at a website which concerned itself with BDSM, bondage gear and accessories.  The item that caught her interest was a brushed stainless steel slave collar.  I have seen these items, but, never thought much about them.. This particular collar appears to be solid steel.  It is a steel circle that must be bent, or stretched around the slaves neck, and when pushed back together again, it is secured with an Allen wrench.  It is a semi-permanent fixture on a slaves neck.  It can be removed, but with some difficulty.

       Megan turned to me and asked, “Have you ever thought about making me wear your collar, like this one?”

       She was pointing to the stainless steel model on her laptop computer screen.  It is obvious she is intrigued with the idea of being made to wear a slave collar.

       `”My sweet slave, you are already a slave.  Do you think you would want to wear a collar 24/7”, I asked.

       She looked back at her computer screen, “Yes, I have thought about it.  For people who would understand its significance, it would tell them I am your collared slave.  I don’t know how to express it, but it would make me feel more like a sex slave, that I belong to you, for you to use as you see fit.  Do I make any sense?”

       “Yes, you do.  I suppose I never thought about it, but I understand what you are saying.  I suppose I should give it serious thought.  A collared slave is a serious matter.  It does brand you as a sex slave.”

       The conversation took various twists and turns after that.  Later I went to the website, and found one collar that could have her initials engraved on it, or for that matter, my initials.  Perhaps for her birthday.

       I did have a talk with the Chris Collins.  It seems he has a friend who is married.  This individual is training his new bride to be a sex slave.  Chris wanted to show off Megan, and make her submit to this fellow.  While I understand why he would want to do this, I put a stop to it.  Megan is my slave, Chris is merely her boy friend, with BDSM privileges.  I put him on “probation”.  I will still allow him to date Megan, if she wants to go out with him, but she is still my slave, and I will decide what happens to her, and by whom.  Chris was very meek after our meeting.

       Things are working out for Megan’s birthday.  I did order the steel collar.  Also, wonder of wonders, I was able to make contact with Sean McAlpine and his wife, Eileen..  They do live about one hundred miles from here, but they will be able to attend the birthday gathering.  Chris, and his step mother, Betsy Collins will be there.  Nora Watson and her husband, George would also be attending.  This has the makings of a good party.

       This would be my first BDSM party, or gathering since Jayne had been killed.  I miss her.  Jayne was the most important part of our gatherings.  I wish she was still here.  She would be proud of her daughter and how she has progressed in her slavery. 

       The guests were arriving.  I showed them to my basement play room.  Betsy and Chris were the last to arrive.  Betsy was awesome.  My cock seemed to leap to a massive erection at the sight of her.  Before this night was over, I was going to experience Mrs. Collins, again.

       Everyone was talking and standing around in the orgy room.  The room was filled with naked, or semi naked BDSM lovers.  Megan was in a small room for equipment storage.  She was wearing leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, along with her leather collar, a penis gag filled her mouth.  She was naked, with the exception of black patent leather high heels.  I locked her in the room until I was ready to present her.  Every one was undressed, as is our custom.  I was very aroused.  My cock was rigid and bounced when I walked.  Betsy Collins could not keep her eyes off it.  I stood in front of the group and spoke.

       “Good People, we are here tonight to celebrate an important event.  It is the seventeenth birthday of my daughter, Megan.  I will make sure each and everyone gets a chance to properly congratulate her on her birthday.”

       With that, I walked to the store room, my cock bouncing as I walked, and retrieved my beautiful step daughter.  I attached a leash to her collar, and pulled her from the room.  There was applause from our guests.  With me leading Megan by her leash I made her walk around the room and be kissed by each of the revelers, both men and woman.  Each person who kissed and hugged her made sure they got a hand full of her breasts, pussy and ass.  Kissing was rather one sided as she was gagged.  She was kissed by everyone there.  She was a thing of naked beauty as she was greeted by each person at the gathering.  Every master greeted her with a hard cock.  When they hugged her, each man made sure his cock was pressed against Megan  When she came back with me to the center of the center of the room, I hugged and kissed her, then changed her wrist bondage from behind her back to the front of her.  The I led her to the whipping post in the center of the room.  I tied a rope to the locked cuffs, then tied the other end of the rope to a ring set high on the post.  I made sure the rope was taut, pulling and stretching Megan, showing off her sweet body.

       “Folks, since you were here last, I have changed this whipping post.  Even Megan is not aware of the change.  If you will look between my slave’s legs, you will see a ten inch piece of wood which is attached to the post with a hinge and is now hanging down, with a rather large dildo mounted to it.  The piece of wood is hinged to the whipping post.  It can be pulled up between her legs.  Notice, when I do that, the dido is at the same level as her cunt.  There is a problem, of sorts.  The dildo sticks out too far to properly enter my sweet slave’s cunt.  Well, watch this.”

       I turned to Megan who was tied facing the whipping post, “Slave, move back and push your ass out as far as you can.”

       I slapped her silky smooth ass to emphasize my order.  Megan did as she was told.  She pushed out her ass, moving her high heel shod feet in the process, which in turn moved her pussy directly over the large dildo mounted to the whipping post.  She held her position, and I immediately pushed the dildo up and burying it in her cunt.  Once it was firmly lodged there, I locked off the hinged board.  Now here was Megan, tied to a whipping post, on her tip toes with her ass pushed out in a very vulnerable position, her cunt impaled on a dildo.  She was helpless, held in position by her cunt.  A delicious dilemma.  As soon as Megan was locked into position, everyone in the room applauded.  Megan tried to move, reducing the vulnerability of her ass, but could not.  It was arousing to watch her struggle, trying to move.  Like I pointed out, she was locked there, held in position by her dildo filled cunt.

       Now, there are four masters, including myself, the room who are approved to whip my slave.  I have in my hand a rather serious flogger.  Each of us will lay one lash on her ass, then one lash each on the backs over her thighs.  Megan will be turned around exposing the front of her body, then each of us will lay one lash each on her tits, then on her cunt, and then on the fronts of her thighs.  Now I know it is her seventeenth birthday, and those whip lashes add up to a little over that number, but who’s counting.

       The birthday whipping started.  McAlpine was first, and the blow from the whip was considerable.  Megan squirmed and tried to move, but her cunt held her there.  George Watson knew how to handle a whip and Megan felt his lash.  The Chris took the whip.  His lash was the most severe.  Megan looked over her shoulder at Chris.  The look on her face was asking him for mercy.  I think Chris maybe upset because Megan didn‘t want to obey him when he wanted to giver her to another master.  He made sure she knew it.  I was next, and my lash was significant, but probably the lesser of any of the masters.

       The backs of her thighs were next, with about the same severity of lash as there was on her ass.  Megan has beautiful legs, and whipping her thighs is a pleasurable event.  Everybody stood back and watched as I changed Megan’s bondage.  I unlocked and lowered the dildo which slipped easily from her very hot and moist pussy.  I turned her around to face her tormentors.  This time I made her push her pussy out until it was over the waiting dildo.  Once I inserted into her soaking wet cunt, and after locking the hinge, she was impaled with her cunt pushed out, waiting for a whip.  I reached down and stroked her silky smooth denuded pussy.  I slipped a finger inside her cunt, next to the dildo and tickled her clit..  Even though Megan was uncomfortable, waiting to be whipped, her pussy was hot, wet and hot.

       Sean was eager.  He took a different tack this time.  He raise the flogger and brought it sharply down across Megan’s breasts.  They lurched and bounced, jiggling back into position.  Sean raised the  whip again, and brought it sharply down across her pussy and venus mons.. A moaning Megan tried to flinch away from the whip, but she was held there by her impaled whipped pussy.  Before she could recovery from Sean’s assault on her cunt, he brought the whip down  and across the fronts of her creamy things.  Megan was moaning now.

       George Watson stepped up, his hard cock bouncing and swaying.  He followed McAlpine’s lead.  He lashed Megan’s breasts, then her exposed cunt, and then her thighs.  I think Megan was about ready to cry, but held back as she watched Chris take the whip.  Chris made sure there was no doubt the he could swing a whip.  When he was through, Megan was softly sobbing into her penis gag.  I was next.  I did soften my whip swing.  The look in her eyes was one of gratitude, yet with lustful arousal.

       I released Megan from the whipping post, and relocated her bondage, locking her wrists behind her back.  Her ass, breasts and thighs were showing the effects of the whip.  Once again, I got the attention of the gathering.

       “Now, Good People, I want to thank you for giving Megan her birthday whipping.  Now, is a most significant part of this evening.  I have known for sometime that Megan wants me to “collar” her as my slave.  Well, for her birthday I am going to do that. 

       From a drawer in a end table next to me, I produced the burnished steel collar, with my initials in large letters, and Megan’s in lower case letters embossed on the inside of the steel ring.  When she saw what I had in my hand, Megan started to weep and came to me, putting head on my shoulder as I hugged her.  Had she not been gagged, I think she would have thanked me.  I did remove he gag for the next part of this ceremony.  After doing so, I kissed her, with her response being a very deep, long, and passionate kiss.  She pushed her breasts and cunt hard against me.  My erect cock was pressed between our bodies.

       I held the collar up for all to see, and spoke to Megan.  “Megan, sweet slave, do you consent to be my collared sex slave, to wear my collar as my sex slave, until I remove the collar and set you free?  This would mean you are my sex slave, subject to every and any whim I might have.  Do you consent to be my collared slave as long as I leave my collar on you?”

       Megan stood on her tip toes and kissed me, “Yessir, I swear.  I want to be your collared slave!”

       I forced the collar open, and then had Megan bend over, bowing her head.  I forced the collar around her neck, and then forced it closed.  Using a small Allen wrench, I tightened the set screw at the opening, making it impossible to remove the collar with out the wrench.  When I ordered the collar, I guessed at the measurements.  It was exactly how I wanted it.  I have seen collars that were two large, hanging loosely around the slave’s neck.  I wanted it to be tighter.  This one fit around Megan’s neck, allowing enough clearance to not choke her.  It looked custom made for her neck, and her neck alone.

       Megan stood up and turned to kiss me.  I kissed her and gave her the next order.  “Megan, my collared sex slave, my cock aches.  To complete your initiation, I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock for all to see.”

       Megan looked around the room at the other people watching her, then went to her knees.  She kissed the throbbing head of my cock, kissed and licked it several times.  She opened her sweet mouth and took my cock in, her sweet hot tongue lashing the head of my cock.  The others gathered there crowded around to watch as Megan submitted to me, sucking me to a cum.  At one point it seemed Megan was having a problem sucking me.  Later I learned she was so emotional about the moment, when she tried to stifle a happy tear, she gagged. 

       Betsy came to her rescue.  Someone had freed her wrists and allowed her to come to Megan’s aid.  Betsy was on her knees, pressing her magnificent breasts against my thigh while she grasped my cock at the base and held it for Megan.  As Megan sucked, Betsy stroked my cock with her right hand, and her left hand was on my ass, gently rubbing it.  Then, to my pleasure, she let her left hand slide down my ass and between my thighs, allowing her to fondle my balls while Megan sucked.  I don‘t know about you, but I can stand just so much of that kind of pleasure.  I knew my cum was going to erupt very soon..  When I  climaxed, it was explosive, making me week in the knees.  I was humping Megan’s mouth like a man possessed.  Betsy kept stroking my cock and fondling my aching balls.  Finally, I was able to regain control of my self, after my climax subsided.  Betsy helped Megan suck my cock clean.  There were congratulations and applause, Happy Birthday wishes, and comments on her sucking techniques.  I kissed Betsy, then I helped Megan to stand and walked her to a couch, and sat down beside her.  People were paring off.  Some fucking and sucking, while others were tormenting slaves.  It was like the old gatherings we had before the group broke up.

       “Well, sweet slave, are you happy.  You are now a collared slave.”

       Megan still had tears in her eyes, “Oh, yes, yes, I am very happy.  This has been a perfect birthday.  The collar is perfect.  Thank you for making my birthday perfect.”

       About that time I looked up and George Watson was standing there, his rigid cock in his hand.  I could see a clear drop of pre-cum on the tip.

       “Jack, if you don‘t mind, I would like to give Megan a birthday greeting that is a little more personal.”

       Smiling I turned to Megan, kissing her, said, “You go with George, and obey him.  We‘ll talk later”.

          

        

            

       

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.”

       

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Twelve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       

       

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Thirteen

       We have a wedding to plan for,  It has been pushed back a couple of weeks due to scheduling problems.  One evening, shortly after Betsy agreed to be my sex slave, Chris and Megan returned home from a shopping trip.  Betsy and I were in the den talking about our future.  Basically, she has moved into my home.  We are going to let Chris and Megan have her house.  There are a lot of contingencies that had to be worked out when we combined our lives.  We were sitting on a sofa in the den, both of us were naked.  Betsy knows I liked it when Megan would stroke my cock, so she has adopted this delightful practice.

       As we were talking, Chris and Megan came into the den.  Chris seemed to have something on his mind.  He had a concerned look on his face.  Megan seemed excited about the issue, also.  She remained silent, letting her soon to be groom do the talking.

       Chris spoke, while Megan was clutching at his arm.  “Jack, I know Megan is your sex slave until we get married, but there is something I want to do before then.”

       I smiled and replied, “What is this ominous thing you want to do.  It can’t be that bad.”

       “Well, Sir, I want to have Megan’s pussy lips and clit pierced.  The gold rings I want to install there won’t be to large, but enough to attach a leash to them so I can lead her around with a cunt leash.  It would also be possible to attach a leash to the clit ring.  I want to do it now so it will be healed by the time of our wedding.  I am still hoping for a BDSM wedding, and would like to see Megan being led to the alter by a leash attached to her pussy.”

       When I heard this, I swear my cock nearly leaped out of Betsy’s hand.  This was one hot idea.  I sat there with my cock throbbing in Betsy’s hand, trying to get control of my voice.  Betsy chuckled as she looked up at me, smiling as she continued to stroke my now throbbing cock..

       I cleared my throat, and answered, “Well, yeah, that is one hot idea.  I don’t have a problem with it, as long as Megan agrees.  I think that is critical when we are doing something permanent like that, like when I had her pussy hair removed by laser.  Sure, but where would you do it?  Who would do it?”

       “My friend Sam Carrigan had his slave’s pussy lips pierced.  He has a friend who is a male nurse, RN, do it.  This friend of his has been piercing for a couple of years and has his own business on the side..  I saw Sam’s slave’s cunt, and it looks great.  To make it easy, he would come here to do it.  This guy is into BDSM.  He prefers the slave who is to be pierced to be bound and tied down to a table or bench.  He says it is hotter, but also makes sure the slave holds till during the process,”

       I loved it.  I remember when I first read the “Story of O” by Pauline Reage.  In the story, O has her pussy lips pierced and ringed.  She was tied down when her pussy lips were pierced  Sir Stephen had sent O to the house of Anne Marie to be pierced.   I dreamed about that for days.  To me, it was the ultimate expression of sexual slavery.

       I turned to Chris, “Set it up.  We can do it here.”

       Later, after Chris and Megan left, and after Betsy and I had a little “vanilla” sex, I talked to her about piercing.  We were laying on the bed, my arms around her and she stroking me softening cock.

       Betsy asked, “You got turned on over the idea of Megan’s pussy being pierced, didn’t you?”

       “Yeah, Sweet Slave, I was, and am.  It took me by surprise, but yes, I think it is hot.  That just makes her a little more of a sex slave.”

       Betsy smiled and said, When Chris told you about piercing Megan’s pussy, I thought you cock was going to jumped out of my hands.”

       I laughed and answered, “Well, I was surprised, and yes, it was a hot idea.”

       Betsy replied, “I think you would like to do that to me.”

       I answered, ‘Yeah, it sounds like something we should do.  I would like to have your pussy pierced, with gold rings.  Like Sir Stephen in the ‘Story of O‘, I want my initials engraved on your cunt rings.”

       Betsy squeezed my now hardening cock and asked, “Would you lock a leash on those rings?”

       I kissed her as I replied, “Absolutely.  I would even lock your pussy rings together so no one could fuck you without my permissions.  Kind of alike a built in chastity belt.  I love the look of the pussy rings, and I think they should be practical as well.  You can be leashed, and then I could use your pussy rings to lock you to a post or some other fixed object.  That would keep you where I would know where you are.  No chance of getting lost like that.”

       Betsy smiled and kissed me, “Jack, you are my master.  If that is what you want to do, I surrender to you.”

       I relied, “I think I want your clit pierced, too.”

       Betsy squeezed my cock, then moved down my body and took it into her mouth, sucking it and lashing the head with her sweet pink tongue.

       On Tuesday Chris and I took Megan and Betsy over to Jacob’s condo to select the rings to go in their cunts.  We met Jacob and his wife, who is also his sex slave..  To our pleasure she was naked, with piercing and rings in her pussy, clitoris and nipples.  While I can appreciate her piercing, I did not like her tattoos.  I would not want tattoos on Megan or Betsy.  Their skin is perfect, warm and sensual.  To tattoo that skin would be much akin to vandalism, or graffiti .  Oh, well, different strokes, I guess.  She was a slim, petite athletic looking woman with a pretty face. 

       We looked at the available rings and selected what we thought would satisfy our needs.  The rings Betsy and I picked were not very large, but significant.  I also picked a small gold medallion to fit on one of the rings.  This would hang down on the ring.  It was to be engraved, “Slave, property of J.C” along with Betsy’s name on the other side.  An engraving of crossed whips would be under her name.  I decided to have a ring installed in both of her nether pussy lips and her clit.  Betsy leaned over and kissed my when I told Jacob what the engravings would say.  Both Chris and I rejected the idea of piercing Megan’s and Betsy’s nipples.  Both of us reasoned we liked to whip their breasts, and were afraid the nipple rings might get in the way.  The pleasure of whipping their breasts far out weighted the pleasure of having their nipples pierced.

       Chris and I talked about the wedding.  In addition to the pussy rings, he wants to remove my slave collar from Megan’s neck and replace it with one that is permanent.  I knew of a source for this type of collar.  A jeweler I knew was selling such items under the counter.  He, himself was involved in BDSM, but did not want to scare away his “vanilla” clientele.  We visited this jeweler and bought a fantastic collar.  It was burnished stainless steel with gold inlay designs.  There was a ‘U’ looking loop that folded neatly into the collar when not in use, and could be folded out to attach a leash to it.  It was hinged in the back, and when it closed, it locked permanently.  The only way to remove it was to destroy it with tools.  He bought one that would be fairly form fitting, meaning that it was be a bid snug, but not enough to be uncomfortable.  He and Megan had talked about this type of collar.  I wondered if I wanted to collar Betsy in a similar manner. 

       On Friday Jacob called saying the rings were ready, and he could install them on Saturday afternoon.  Everyone was excited about the Saturday event.  Per Jacob’s instructions, when he arrived, both Megan and Betsy were naked, bound and gagged.  Naturally, as required, both were wearing high heel shoes.  When Jacob saw the two women as bound slaves, rather than well dressed pretty women picking out jewelry, you could watch his cock harden, creating a “tent” of his trousers.

       “You gentlemen have amazing slaves.  They are beautiful”, he said as he stood there staring at them.  We made Megan and Betsy pose and parade around for him.  He kept commenting on their beauty and submission to us.

       We adjourned to the basement play room.  Megan was placed on the fucking/whipping table.  This table was mentioned in a previous chapter.  This is the one which has two tall posts, one at each corner of the leather covered table.  Megan was tied down with straps across her belly and chest.  Her legs were pulled up tight, spread and tied to the posts.  This placed her on her back, bound wrists under her, her ass right at the edge of the table, with her legs widely spread and pulled up tight and bound to the post.  My cock was hard.  I was standing behind Betsy, with my arms around her playing with her tits.

       I went to Megan and kissed her gagged mouth while I toyed with her pussy, specifically, her clit,  “Well, Sweet daughter of mine, this is what you want.  Also, remember when your pussy hair was removed, and you said it would be hot to have been tied down wile someone was messing with your pussy, well, it’s happening.  From what I am feeling in your pussy, your hot.”

       Megan nodded her gagged head.  She closed her eyes, as if to concentrate on the moment.  She was already somewhat aroused, this only made her hotter.  I walked around the table, and bending over I kissed and licked her cunt.  Megan started to moan and tried to raise her pussy to my mouth and tongue.  I stood up and slapped her pussy, then turned it over to her inquisitor.  Jacob made quick work of the project.  Using a topical anesthesia he numbed both Megan’s pussy lips and clit.  Using forceps and a rather large needle he pierced all three locations, and quickly installed the rings.  After sanitizing the affected area, he released Megan from her bonds.  Her wrists remained locked behind her back and the gag remained in her mouth.  She and Chris went to a full length mirror on the wall to look at these additions to her body.  Next, it was Betsy’s turn.

       Betsy was bound to the whipping/fucking table in the same manner as Megan  After she was bound, Jacob looked over at me, winking as he did so..

       “Jack, do you want me to numb her clit and pussy lips, or make her take it without any pain killer.”

       “Well, I’ve been thinking about it….”

       Betsy gave me a look of terror.  She made no effort to struggle, but I could tell she was worried about my decision.

       “Jacob, numb the area   I like to give her pain, but for sexual purposes only.”

       Jacob smiled, “Yeah, I understand that.”

       I leaned down and kissed Betsy on her gagged mouth, while I fondled her breasts and pussy.  Betsy was scared, but true to her nature, she was aroused, very aroused.  Her cunt was very moist.

       I turned to Jacob, “She’s all yours, Sir.  Let me prep her for you.”

       I picked up a light weight flogger whip and gave her delicious cunt about 10 rather hard strokes.  Then I put my mouth to this wonderful facility and proceeded to tongue and suck her cunt.  Watching her carefully, I raised her arousal level until she was on the verge of a climax.  I stopped, refusing her a cum.  Her disappointed moaning told me she wanted to cum.  There was a tear of frustration in the corner of her pretty blue eyes.  I moved away to let her piercing begin.

       Jacob looked down at bound and gagged Betsy, with his hand on her over heated pussy, said, “You have a good master.  I have pierced nipples and pussies with no pain killer because that is the way the master wanted it.  You are a beautiful slave.  I’ll bet it is exciting to have you under a whip.”

       Jacob ran his hand over her cunt, then gave her breasts a squeeze.  This did not surprise me.  I don’t know how a healthy male could resist playing with those breasts.  Betsy lay there, bound and gagged, waiting for Jacob to do his job, which he did, expertly.  Betsy looked amazing, and I could see how I would be using these piercing, regularly.  I released Betsy from the whipping/fucking table and took her to the mirror.  Her wrists were still strapped behind her back.  It appeared she loved her piercing.  I hugged her, with her pushing her body close to my as she laid her head on my chest.  Jacob stood there admiring his work, his cock still obvious in his trousers.  I had a surprise for him and Betsy.

       As I was taking the penis gag from her mouth, I turned to Jacob and said.  “Sir, if you would, sit down there in that easy chair after you have removed your trousers.”

       I turned to Betsy and said, “Slave, you need to show Jacob how much you appreciate him coming here to decorate you body.  I want you to suck his cock, suck it to a fine finish.” 

       Betsy kissed me and went to Jacob.  She immediately went to her knees and started to lick and kiss Jacob’s now throbbing cock.  Chris removed Megan’s bonds, and on his orders, when to Jacob.  As Betsy was sucking him, Megan was fondling his balls and stroking the shaft of his cock, making it easier for Betsy to suck Jacob, and giving him more pleasure.

       Wedding day.  Earlier I had mentioned about not having a BDSM wedding, well, plans change.  Megan’s only other living relative was ill and could not come to the wedding.  This opened doors to all kinds of possibilities.  So, a full blown BDSM wedding was in the offing.  It was to be held in my back yard, while the reception would be in my playroom/orgy room basement.

       Incidentally, the pussy piercing on Megan and Betsy have healed and are being used regularly by Chris and myself.  Both Megan and Betsy have commented that the clit piercing keeps them aroused, constantly.   They both said that walking down the street, or in a shopping mall, the normal movement of their bodies and legs in concert with the clit ring would bring them to a near climax. To test this theory, one evening I bound Betsy’s wrists behind her, and had her sit  beside me on the couch in the living room, while we watched a BDSM porn DVD.  Betsy was sitting there, close to me with her legs opened like I ordered.  I was playing with her cunt when I concentrated my efforts on her clit ring.  I touched nothing more than that.  I toyed with the clit ring, then started to wiggle it, and flip it with my finger.  Immediately Betsy was aroused, very aroused.  She was nearly breathless as I relentlessly played with the clit ring.  The more I played with it, the hotter she got.  Then I flipped it hard with my finger and Betsy exploded into an eruptive climax.  Even while she was cumming, I kept working on the clit ring.  She had one climax after another.  At one point she was crying, begging me to cease playing with her clit ring, during which she continued to cum.  Finally, I quit, knowing I was exhausting her.  So, it was true.  The clit ring was another marvelous way to pleasure her, keep her aroused and control her. 

       It was a small crowd.  Sean McAlpine and his wife, the Watsons,  Hans Krueger and his girl friend/slave, Jim Bryant and his wife, Abbey,  and of course myself and Betsy.  As I mentioned, the wedding was to be held in my back yard.  I mentioned that I lived on a ten acres plot of ground that is heavily wooded.  We have tremendous privacy.  All the slaves were to be naked, decorated for the occasion, like high heel shoes, et al.  Per my instructions, all the slave were bound and helpless.  Gags were an option.  As I worked on making sure the wedding was perfect, in the deep corners of my mind, I realized I missed Jayne, and wished she was here.  She would have been so proud of Megan and how she has turned out.

       I went into the house to see how the Bride was doing.  She was in her bedroom with Betsy, getting ready to be married.  She was wearing a short white wedding veil.  White lather straps had been used to bind her wrists and elbows behind her back.  A white garter belt, white stockings and white high heel pumps completed her wedding ensemble.  Otherwise, she was naked.  Her cunt piercing were magnificent.  Clipped to the larger pussy rings was a white leash.  Her clit ring had been temporarily removed.  It was to serve as the wedding ring, to be reinstall during the ceremony.  Megan was amazing.  I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but we had a wedding to attend.

       “Megan, my love, I am so proud of you.  Your mother would be reduced to tears if she could see you.  She loved you and was proud of you. 

       Megan kissed me, “Thank you, Jack.  Thank you so much for this.  I couldn’t be happier.”

       I returned her kiss and replied, “I have something I want to give you as a wedding present.”

       From my pocket I produced a small wooden box.  I opened it for her to see the small exquisite gold butt plug I had bought her.  It was large enough to fit in her ass and not slip out, but not large enough to cause considerable discomfort.  Her initials were engraved on the exposed end.  She came to me and kissed me, then on my instructions, turned her ass to me and bent over.  I lubricate it by pushing into her very moist pussy, then slipped it into her ass.

       :“Jack, Sir, thank you very much.  I just knew you would do something really special, and you did.  I will cherish it.”

       “I’m glad, Sweetie.  You have a magnificent ass, and I think it needs a little slave jewelry.  Now, my dear, it is time to gag you so we can walk you down the isle.”

       “Thank you, Jack, I love you”, she whispered just before I gagged her with a white leather penis gag.

       I turned to Betsy.  She was magnificent.  As can be expected, she was naked, save for the beige garter belt, beige hose, and beige high heel pumps.  She already had beige wrist and ankle cuffs on her.

       “Slave, being the mother of the groom, and now the mother in law of my daughter, puts you in a special place.  I have something for you.”

       I produced another wooden box.  Opening it, Betsy found another gold butt plug, similar to Megan’s.  Betsy’s initials along with two crossed whips were etched in the exposed end of the plug.  She hugged me and kissed me, thanking me for this wonderful gift.  She bent over, showing me her magnificent ass.  I lubricated the butt plug with her pussy juices.  When it was installed , I kissed both cheeks of her ass.  I locked her wrists behind her back, and wrapped a beige rope around her elbows and bound them tightly in the small of her back.  A beige leather penis gag was placed in her mouth.  All was ready.

       When I heard the wedding march playing, I reached for the leash which was attached to Megan’s pussy rings.  I wished I had set a dress code for the men, requiring them to be nude too.  Now here I had in the room with two incredible naked bound sex slaves, and I am fully dressed, and my rigid cock is aching to be free.  I had opted to have the men dressed so the naked slaves, my daughter and Betsy included, who feel even more naked.  Now, my cock was screaming to be free.  Oh, well, we’ll make it.

       Before we went out into the back yard, the good Judge Darrel Brown came into see the bride.  Judge, you say?  Yeah, a Judge.  I have known him for several years.  He is a full blown sadist like me, and his wife is a sex slave.  On this day, his wife had the flu and could not attend, but he agreed to officiate the wedding.

       The Judge looked at a beautiful gagged Megan, “Well, young lady, this is your day.  I don’t want to removed the gag from you mouth, because you look so good with it.  So, just nod or shake your head to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’.  Are you a sex slave now?”

       Megan nodded her head.

       “Good”, said the Judge.  “Are you going to be a sex slave to your new husband, as well as his wife?”

       Again Megan nodded her head.

       “Very good.  I think you made the right decision, and I think your new husband is a very lucky man.”

       “Now I understand that the wedding ring in the ceremony will be the clit ring.  Who has the ring and who will install it in her clitoris?”

       Chris answered, “Jack has the ring, and I will install it.  After I install it, I will change her leash from her pussy rings to the clit ring.”

       The Judge looked at Betsy, then at me.  “Jack, is she yours?”

       I replied, “Yes Sir, she is my slave.”

       The Judge grinned, “You are one lucky man.  Do you think I could make her acquaintance after the wedding?”

       Smiling, I hugged Betsy, and answered, “I am sure that can be arranged.”

       “Good”, he replied.  “Now we have a wedding to go to.  I’ll lead the way when the music starts.”

       All heads tuned at Betsy walked down the isle as the mother of the groom, mother in law, and bride’s maid.  The Judge had preceded her, but all eyes were on Betsy.  She was beautiful.  Her magnificent breasts jiggled and swayed deliciously as she walked.  With her wrists and elbows bound behind her back, it forced her breasts out, more prominent, more vulnerable, and more desirable.  She walked down to the isle to where the Judge was standing, turned left and then stood facing the crowd as a brides maid, waiting for the bride.  Her son, Chris was standing on the other side of the Judge.

       The music changed to the full wedding march.  I kissed Megan on her gagged mouth and patted her on her pussy, then her ass.  I stepped off, holding the leash which was attached to her pussy rings.  Megan was a magnificent sight.  Naked, except for the while decorations.  Everybody seemed to be looking at the lash I held, and the fact that it was connected to Megan’s pussy rings.  There were looks of approval from everyone, especially the groom.

       “Gentlemen and Slaves“, the Judge started.  “We are here to day to join this couple in marriage and sexual slavery, Master Chris and slave Megan.  Who surrenders this slave to be married to this man, and to be his sex slave as he deems.”

       I answered, “I, her father do surrender her.”

       I handed the leash to the Judge.  After giving a couple of tugs on the leash, he handed it to Chris.  He tugged on the leash, forcing Megan to stand directly in front of the Judge.  Chris moved to stand beside her.  I moved to the position of the best man.  Chris’s next move set the mood.  He moved his hand behind Megan, and patted her on her beautiful naked ass.

       I looked over at Betsy, and she was looking at me, and then her son.  I could see her new pussy rings.  I am glad I had her pierced.  I had a leash in my pocket.  When she and I walk out down the isle, behind Megan and Chris, I intend to clip the leash to her clit ring.  She thinks I am going to clip it to her pussy rings, but no, I will use the clit ring.  By the time I get her into the basement, she will be so aroused she will close to an orgasm.

       The Judge moved through the ceremony.  Then at the last, he asked the critical questions.  “Chris Collins, to you promise to take this beautiful sex slave, Megan Chandler, to be your wife, to hold and protect her?”

       Chris replied, “I do.”

       “Chris, do you also take her to be your sex slave, to continue to train her in her slavery, to bind and hold her in her sexual slavery, and demand all things of her in her sexual slavery.”

       “I do.”

       The Judge turned to me, and asked that I removed the gag from Megan’s mouth.  I did, and it ceremony continued.

       “Megan Chandler, do you accept Chris Collins as your husband?”

       Megan softly replied, “Yessir, I do.”

       “Do you also submit to be his absolute naked bound abject sex slave, of whom all things sexual can be demanded.  Do you accept his whip, or any other torments and punishments he wises to administer, for your own good?”

       “Yessir, I do.”

       “Further, do you accept that he can bind you make you helpless, hold you as his prisoner and slave, require you to submit to him and other individuals as a sex slave, those individuals whom he may chose?”

       Megan swallowed, “Yessir, I do.’

       “Do you accept that he has the right to punish or torture you if you to do not submit to him, and others he may give you to.  He has the right to force you to submit as he desires, always?  No sex act can ever be refused b y you, whether he demands it, or someone he has chosen.”

       Megan, looked at me, then replied, “Yessir, I do, I will do as he says, always.”

       The Judge smiled and looked at Megan and Chris and said, “You are two very lucky young people.  By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and slave.  Chris, you may kiss the bride.”

       Chris and Megan kissed passionately.  When the broke the kiss, the Judge continued.

       “Chris, you may present your bride and slave with your ring.”

       I handed the clit right to Chris.  He knelt in front of Megan and put his hand on her cunt, specifically, her clit.  Megan spread her shapely legs, allowing access to her cunt.  It only took a moment, then it was installed.  I could tell from the look on Megan’s face that she was aroused by having the ring installed.  To make it complete, Chris connected the leash to her clit ring.  That further aroused Megan.

       “Megan, to show the world you are proud to be Chris’ sex slave and wife, I want you to kneel before him and take his cock into your mouth and suck him to a cum,  Maid of Honor, the Groomsman will release you bonds, and you will extract the groom’s cock and present it to the bride.”

       As Megan was kneeling in front of Chris, I moved over to Betsy.  I released her arms and wrists, but her gag remained in her mouth.  She moved to Megan, kneeling beside her and in front of Chris.  She unzipped his trousers and extracted his fully erect and painfully rigid cock and balls.  She held it for Megan.  Megan kissed his cock, licked it, and took it into her pretty mouth.  Betsy was cupping his balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.  Chris was still holding the leash attached to the clit ring.  It was a beautifully hot scene.

       Periodically, Chris would tug on the leash, pulling on the clit ring.  It had an obvious affect on Megan.  Her hips tended to hump a little like she was being fucked, and she would attack his cock with renewed dedication.  Betsy increased the stroking of his cock.  In about a minute or so, Chris gave it up and erupted into Megan‘s sweet mouth.  Her efforts were heroic as she took all of his issue and sucked him clean.  The crowd had gather around, close, to watch this beautiful sexual spectacle.  It was a beautiful thing.  When Megan made Chris cum, there was applause and conversation about how well Megan had sucked his cock.  There were comments on Betsy, how she was Megan’s mother in law and was helping her son to cum in Megan’s mouth.  Chris helped Megan up, and stood waiting for me to take custody of Betsy before he walked down the isle with his new wife, and slave.

       Quickly, I locked Betsy’s wrists behind her back, and left the gag in her mouth.  She spread her legs so I could attach the leash.  When I connected it to her clit ring, the look on her beautiful gagged face told me she was both aroused and surprised, and somewhat afraid to have the leash attached there.

       “Slave, I love you, and I can hardly wait to put my cock in you.  I have just leashed your clit ring.  Do you think you can make it to the house without cumming?”

       Betsy just shrugged her shoulders, expressing many doubts.  She was too aroused to give it any more thought.  The good Judge was all smiles as he watched me deal with a very passionate and aroused Betsy.

       Betsy made it to the orgy room without having an orgasm, just barely.  Once in the orgy room, Chris and I organized a reception line.  We made Betsy and Megan kneel on the carpeted floor.  There was a ring mounted on the floor, between each of their legs.  We pulled their leashes down tight and tied them to the floor rings.  Both slaves was now anchored to the floor by her clit ring.  I removed Betsy’s gag.  Chris and I stood next to our slaves as the attendees came buy to offer congratulations.  This was a rather different reception line.  While Chris and I shook hands with the masters, hugged and kissed the slaves, Megan and Betsy had different rolls.  They took the cock of every master into their willing mouths and sucked him until he pulled his cock from her mouth.  Then they had to suck the pussy of every slave in the reception line.  Needless to say, there were a lot of erections, and moist cunts.  The reception line moved rather slowly.  I have to admit it was beautiful to watch our women suck these ready cocks and cunts.  Chris and I enjoyed kissing and fondling the various slaves.  Several times, a master would have his slave kneel and suck our cock.  This wedding, and evening was getting off to an excellent start.

       Once the reception line was completed, every one undressed.  Chris took to the floor and got everyone‘s attention.  I was standing to the side, kissing and fondling Betsy while Megan was on her knees sucking my cock, on Chris’s order.

       “Friends and slaves, you have been part of our wedding.  Now, there is one thing left to do.  I want to put my collar on my new sex slave, Megan Chandler Collins.  I want my father in law to bring her up here.”

       I helped Megan to her feet and walked her to where Chris was standing.  He kissed her, then turned to the crowd.  “Before I married Megan and made her my slave, she was collared.  That collar is gone now, and I want to claim her by putting my collar on her.”

       Megan, turned to me, very happy and thrilled, “Do you know about this?”

       I smiled and answered, “Yes, Sweety, I did.  Are you happy about it?”

       Quickly, Megan nodded her head with a big smile on her face.

       All attention turned to Chris.  He pulled the new stainless steel collar from it’s box. 

       “Megan, my wife and slave, I want to put my collar on you.  This one is a bit different as it is permanent.  Once I put it on you and click it into place on your pretty neck, it will not come off with out destroying it.  Do you consent to wear this permanent collar?”

       Megan was very emotional.  She dropped to her knees, her wrists were still bound behind her back.  With tears in her eyes, and a smile on her face, she looked at her husbands eyes.  She leaned forward and kissed the head of his throbbing cock.

       “Chris, my master, please let me wear your collar.”

       Chris knelt down in front of the kneeling Megan.  Carefully he put the hinged stainless steel collar around Megan’s neck and brought the two sections together in the front of her neck.  Here, he stopped.

       “Megan, my love, and my slave, when I close this collar latch, I will not be able to get it off again.  Do you want me to close the latch and lock the collar on you?”

       Megan smiled, and nodded her head, “Yessir, I do.”

       Chris brought the two hinged sections together, and with a small amount of effort, pushing the locking mechanism together.  A small “click” was heard.  Chris tried to open the collar, but it would not open, It was now permanently installed on Megan’s neck.  Chris hugged her, and kissed her while the attendees applauded.  It was a very emotional and erotic moment.  The collar was a very beautiful addition to Megan’s nakedness, and of course her slavery to Chris.

       I kissed Betsy, and asked, “I have a collar for you.  If you want to wear my slave collar, then I want to present you, and the collar, now.”

       Betsy almost giggled with excitement.  She kissed me and replied, “Of course I want to wear you collar,  You said I am your slave, so I think I should wear your collar,  I love you, Jack, and I want to be your sex slave.  Please, may I have your collar?’

       I kissed her again, the turned to the crowd.  I won’t make this long, but needless to say I announced to the crowd that Betsy was now my sex slave, and would wear my collar, too.  The collar I had for her was very similar to the one Chris put on Megan’s neck.  The main difference was that it would open with a special made key.  If, however, I wanted it to be permanent, all one needed to do was break the special key off in the lock  For right now, I would not make it permanent.  I was sure there would be a time when I probably would do so.

       Betsy was magnificent with my collar.  It was snug, but not uncomfortable.  I could feel the heat from her body when I was putting the collar on her.  I walked her back to one of the couches, and making her lie down, I fucked her.  I needed to do this, and Betsy felt the same way.  The reception party was under way and we were barely noticed.  I could hear sounds of sexual activity, and somewhere I could hear a whip being brought down hard on soft warm flesh.  It didn’t take long before we both matched each others orgasm.  Afterward, we lay there, in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of a wonderful love making session.  I got off Betsy and she went to her knees, sucking and cleaning my flagging cock.  I sat there looking at this beautiful woman who was my slave, then looked across the room at my beautiful step daughter who was now the sex slave of Chris Collins.  Life was good.

       Betsy finished with my cock and sat next to me on the couch.  Her wrists were still locked behind her back.  I looked up and saw the naked Judge headed our way  His cock was at full rut.

       The Judge looked at me, then at Betsy, then he addressed me, “Jack, this is a wonderful occasion.  I feel that Chris and Megan will be very happy, don’t you?”

       “Yeah, I do.  I think they are a very good match.”

       The Judge then looked at Betsy, and said, “Jack, I wonder if I could get better acquainted with Betsy?  I find her to be totally fascinating.”

       I hugged Betsy and kissed her, “Sweet Slave, go with the Judge, and make his visit to our home memorable.”

       Betsy, smiled, kissed me again, and replied, “Yes, Sir.”

       As they walked away, the Judge with his arm around Betsy’s waist, could be heard to ask, “Is it true, my dear, that you are having some kind of issue with your clit ring?”

       I sat there, stroking my cock as it renewed its energy, watching my beautiful naked sex slave walk across my orgy room floor to what ever the Judge has in mind for her.  He hand was fondling her ass as they walked.  Yeah, life is good.  I don‘t know how it could be much better.  I do admit that I wish Jayne could have been here today.

FIN, Tempus Fugit