Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter One

       Jon Folkkes was sitting in his office in the JF Air Services hanger at Love Field in Dallas Texas.  He was bent over his desk busily completing US Customs forms.  He had just piloted his Gulfstream 5 corporate jet air craft from Cancun in the Mexican state of Quintana Roo.  He was tired.  The instant coffee he was attempting to swallow was just short of being vile.  He could hear the rain drumming on the hanger roof as he worked.  He had just spend most of the night trying to dodge Hurricane Jill who was churning up the Gulf of Mexico.  Looking out his office window into his hanger, he could see the rain water still dripping of his gleaming Gulfstream 5  The forecasters predicted the storm would come ashore near Matamoros, Mexico as a level Four hurricane.  At least, the Dallas area was away from the main furry of this monster storm, even though heavy rain and wind was in the forecast..

       Folkkes was nearly through with the Customs forms, but he would have to wait for the customs officer to come pick up the forms and inspect his aircraft.  As he took another sip from his coffee cup, he heard a knock, a hard knocking at the outside door to his office.

       ‘Who the Hell could be banging on my door at six thirty in the morning,’ he thought.

       Then Jon cursed to himself.  Of course, he reasoned the Customs officer got here early.  ‘Good, get rid of these damned forms, and the inspector, and then I can go home and go to bed.’

       Jon Folkkes opened the offending door.  A gust of wind blew past him, disturbing the completed customs forms on his desk.  Standing in the door was Jill Combs.  She was holding a rather beat up umbrella to ward off the storm.  To further assist in that endeavor, Jill was wearing rather chic tan trench coat to keep the water off her.

       :“Well, Jon, are you going to invite me in.  You know it is raining out here.” she exhorted with a smile on her face.

       “Uh, yes, come on in.  I’m sorry.  You surprised me.  I was expecting the guy from customs.  Sure come on in.”

       Jon watched as Jill walked past him.  She was a very delightful bit of femininity.  Her dark brown hair framed her pretty face, with the creamy skin and bright blue eyes.  Her rain coast was hiding a very well formed body.  It was not long enough to hide her finely shaped legs.  The high heel pumps she was wearing made her legs look even better.  Jon quickly brought his mind back to the business at hand.  Jill Combs was the chief accountant over at Deep Rock Oil, LLC, one of his regular customers.

       Jon took Jill’s rain coat from her shoulders and offered her a seat.  “Have a seat, and can I offer you some coffee.  It’s terrible, but it is hot.”

       Jill declined, “No, not right now, thank you.  I just had a cup before I left the house.”

       “What brings you out here on such a nasty morning,“ Jon asked as he could hear the storm raging just outside his office..

       “Well, I knew you should be coming in from Cancun, and I needed to get a check to you. .We have been doing a lot flying with you this month and last month, so I thought we had better get a check to you.  My day is really busy today, so I thought I would get it to you, early.”

       Jon looked at the check and responded with surprise, “Wow, $600,000.  It has been so busy, but, I didn’t think we had flown that much for you.  Thanks.  My pilots love to have a paycheck on time, not to mention the payment on the airplanes.”

       Jon and Jill continued to talk, small talk.  It seemed to Jon that Jill had something on her mind, and just could not say it.  Finally, she appeared to summon up her strength and with a look of concern on her pretty face, she spoke her mind.

       “Jon, can I ask you a personal question?  If you don’t want to answer, I understand.”

       Folkkes couldn’t quite figure out where she was going to with this, but he wanted see what she had on her mind.  “Sure, go ahead.  What do you want to know?”

       A very serious look come across her pretty face when she asked, “Why haven’t you ever asked me out, for a date?”

       Jon Folkkes was stunned to silence.  That question was probably the last thing he expected from Jill’s pretty mouth.  She was in her early to mid 20’s, and he is to be forty at his next birthday, some sixteen or seventeen years difference in age.  He was sure she had a younger boy friend.

       “Wow!  When you say you want to ask a personal question, you meant really personal.  I’m not sure how to answer that.”

       Jill remained serious, “Look, Jon, I know you are not gay, and I thought we got along very well.  I have known you for well over a year and I have always liked you.  We seem to enjoy each other,  and at one time I thought you might be interested in me, but nothing ever happened..  So, I am curious, if you don’t mind.”

       Folkkes sat there, almost bewildered, then answered.  “Well, let me be as direct as I can.  I think you are beautiful, hot, even, but there is an age difference between us, and I thought you might be disgusted if an older guy asked you out.  There is another reason, and this just might send you running screaming into the streets.  I am into BDSM, bondage, discipline, sexual slavery among other things.  Do you know what that means?

       Jill answered, “Yes…, I do.  What does that have to do with us.”

       “Hmmm, let me try this approach so you will understand.  I am telling you this, and I will probably regret it.  I really like you and I enjoy working with you.  I sure don’t want that relationship to be damaged.  So, here goes.  I am dominant, and I want to be with submissive, very submissive women.  I prefer my woman to be naked, in high heels, wrists bound behind her, and doing what ever I want her to do.  She would be made to submit to what ever sex act that I desire.  If she didn’t submit, then she would get a taste of my whip, or should I say, my whips.  I guess I prefer a woman who would like to be my sex slave.  I would have her carry some strands of rope in her purse so I could tie her up anytime I wanted.  I have done things to, and with women that would land me in prison if she had not consented to what I do.  I know the way I am, and the type of woman I prefer.  I will be forty years old in about nine months.  I like the way I am and I feel it is too late to change, even if I wanted to.  Jill, I like you, really like you, very much, and you are a very beautiful desirable women, but, I think the best thing you can do is to get away from me, as far away as you can.  Run…, run as fast as you can.”

       They both sat there while Jill digested Jon’s words.  Jon was wishing he had never said anything.  He should have been rude and told her he wasn’t interested in her and let it be.  He was not sure why he confessed his feelings to her.  Maybe he was interested in her, making her his sex slave, although he felt it would be impossible.  Jill sat there, seemingly in deep thought.  At least she had not ran screaming out of his office.

       Jill finally spoke, “Well, you know how to speak your mind, but that is what I like about you.  I don’t want to run away from you, Jon.  I have been talking to a friend of yours over in Fort Worth, Sir Steven.  I have known him for a while.  I am submissive, very submissive, some would say, extremely submissive.  A lot of men don’t understand what that means.  When I date men who don’t understand, I feel empty and unfulfilled.  I have pretty much given up dating.  I met Sir Steven about a year ago, through a good friend.  He has taught me about myself, and the world of submission, and dominance.  I have submitted to Sir Steven a few times.  He is the one who helped me understand who I am and what I am.  He knows I don’t have anyone in my life, and he thinks I should have.  He thinks I would be very happy with a man who dominates me.  He really likes you and thinks you and I would be right for each other.  I am not here to throw myself on your floor, begging to be beaten.  I just know my personality, my desires, and I really like you, always have, and would like to know you a lot better.  I have felt this way about you for some time.  When Sir Steven told me about you, and your BDSM mind set, I just had to see where I stood with you.  I….uh…well…I guess that’s it.  If  I have made you uncomfortable, well, Jon, I am sorry.  I just needed to let you know how who I am, I how feel about you.”

       Jon smiled and replied, “Last night I fought with a hurricane in the Gulf named Jill, now, right here in my office, I have another hurricane named Jill.  This has got to be my day,”

       Jill stood and reaching for her rain coat answered, “Jon, I am sorry.  I should not have put you in this predicament.  I think I should go.”

       Jon stood and grasped her arm, “No, no, don‘t go.  Sit down, please.  I am sorry.  I didn’t mean it that way.  Look, I think you are beautiful, and yeah, I have always thought about taking you out, or what ever, but I know how I am, and I would only hurt you if you did not like the same things, or the life style that I like.  I like you too much to hurt or insult you.”

       Jill looked back at Jon, and said, “So, what are you saying?  Do you want me to go, or do you want me to stay, or even have a date with me?”

       Folkkes grinned, “Boy, you are to the point aren’t  you?  Yes, I would like to see you.  I would like to date you.  I would like to see if we are compatible, could like each other.  Now that you know what a sadistic bastard that I am, with your eyes wide open, do you want to go out with a sexual monster like me?

       Jill chuckled, then kissed him on the cheek, and smiling, said, “Yes, Sir, I really would.  Why don’t you pick me up at eight, my place, tonight.  We’ll talk over dinner, place of your choice.  Now, I’ve got to run.  I am due at an important meeting in twenty minutes.”

       Jill kissed Jon on the mouth, a passionate kiss, and was gone, out the door of Jon’s office like a small hurricane, a very pretty small hurricane.  A clap of thunder sounded as the door closed.  Jon was all smiles.  Then he looked down at his trousers and noticed he had a very large erection.  His cock approved of Jill.  He wondered if Jill noticed.

       The telephone was resting on the corner of a well appointed antique desk.  When it rang, Steven Mills looked up from a stack of papers he was working on.  He smiled when he read the caller id.,  When it rang again he picked up and answered, “Are you still flying or have your driven your damn plane into some mountain top and you are calling me to come and get you?”

       Jon Folkkes laughed and replied, “Steven, you’re such an asshole.  Wait until I get you in another airplane.  You‘ll be begging to die.”

       Both men laughed.  They were old friends, and fellow practitioners of the BDSM arts.  Both had known each other for years, and respected each other, even though their sense of humor was somewhat bizarre.  Sir Steven had formed a BDSM, M/s group in the Dallas/Fort Worth area.  He had invited Jon to come to the group meetings, and activities.  It was at these activities that Jon Folkkes had met submissive women.  He had dated several, but never found anyone he wanted to be with.

       “Jon, my man, what can I do for you on the beautiful rainy and miserable Texas morning,” questioned Sir Steven Mills.

       “Not much.  I just have a conversation with a mutual acquaintance of ours, Jill Combs.  It seems you and her have been talking…, talking about me.”

       “Yeah, we were.  Let me fill you in before you fly by and bomb my house.  I have known Jill for at least a year or more.  Somehow she learned of my proclivity for BDSM and the group I started.  She was one troubled little lady.  She had feelings, and desires that were scaring her.  These feelings go back to her childhood.  What it boils down to, she is a very submissive lady, in need of a master who knows how to appreciate her, and take her in tow..  Now, she is embracing who and what she is.  She is drop dead gorgeous, and really gets off being helpless, tortured and being made to do unspeakable things.”

       “OK, I understand that,” answered Jon, “But how did I get involved?”

       “Well, I have worked with her, and trained her.  I let her see what it was all about.  She loves the life style.  The problem is there are a couple of real jerks who would love to get their hands on her.  I know they would use the Hell out of her, the cast her aside.  This would destroy her.  I think too much of her to let that happen, if I can prevent it.  So, I thought about who would be a good match for her, and instantly, you came to mind.  When I was training her, I learned that she worked with you.  She admitted to me that she has one Hell of a crush on you, and has had for some time.”

       Jon Folkkes replied, “Look, Steve, face it, I can be pretty demanding and strict with a submissive.  I would not cut her any slack.  I think she is one hot lady, and I would demand a lot of her.”

       “Yeah, I know,” Sir Steven said.  “I would expect no less, but you would not set about to destroy her.  I think the two of you would be good for each other, and trust me, you will not be disappointed.  Look, Jon, I have fixed you up with other submissive women in my group.  None of them were right for you.  Yeah, a couple of them were down right flaky.  Jill is not.  She has her head on straight, and could be a fascinating sex slave.”

       Folkkes paused, then answered, “OK, I’ll see what she is all about.  I’ll let you know.  I get the feeling I am going to owe you a beer, and maybe a steak to go with it.”

       Mills replied, “Yeah, I think that is highly probable.  Make mine a New York cut, medium rare, with a cold glass of MGD with it.”

       One minute to 8:00 PM Jon Folkkes parked his Ford F-150 4X4 pickup in front of Jill Combs townhouse.  He stepped from his truck and walked to the front door.  He was impressive looking , Texas style.  An open neck dress shirt, brown corduroy blazer, a pair of boot cut Wrangler jeans, and a brown pair of Justin calf skin boots.  His silver belt buckle resembled a small Roman war shield.  As he put his hand out to touch the door bell button, the front door opened and Jill Combs was standing there with a smile on her face.  She was magnificent.  Her shoulder length dark brown hair was beautiful, framing her pretty face and killer blue eyes.  She was wearing a tan silk blouse, and a brown leather mini skirt.  Her high heel pump shoes were also made of matching brown leather, setting off her nude colored stockings, exhibiting a great pair of legs.  He quickly realized, from the way her breasts were moving, slithering around under her silk blouse, she was not wearing a bra.  Her unleashed breasts seemed almost too large for her trim body size, but he admitted, that was all the better. They seemed firm and her nipples were pointing straight at him.  Jill Combs was one amazing looking woman.  He could feel his rebellious cock stirring.

       “Well, Mr. Folkkes, what brings you to my neighborhood,” a smiling Jill asked.

       Jon smiled back, and replied, “I think I have an appointment for dinner with the lady of the house.”

       Jill, with a exaggerated Southern drawl, answered, “Well, Sir, I do believe you are correct.  Shall we go?”

       They walked out to Jon’s truck and he helped her up into the cab and the seat of the truck  Jill’s short leather skirt slid up her thighs, affording him a magnificent view of her fantastic legs.  Jon had to admit Jill legs were about the best he had seen in a long time.  He could imagine tight ropes wrapped around those pretty ankles and her exposed thighs.  His cock agreed.  The high heel pumps she was wearing made Jill’s legs look even better.  His cock agreed.  He thought it was significant that she did not bother to pull her skirt down after she was seated.  His cock really agreed.  He climbed into his truck, fired up the engine and pulled away.  His cock was still at full attention.

       As he pointed his truck towards Drago’s Steak House. He could not help notice just how short her skirt really was, and how much of her was on display.  The hem of the brown leather skirt was nearly up to her pussy.  She was wearing stockings with elastic and lace around the tops.  He could see a bit of the lace.  Her legs and thighs were on full display.  It was then he noticed her blouse.  It was made of silk, and tailored to her.  There were no buttons on the blouse above her nipples.  While he could see the outline of her nipples in the fabric, he could see the slopes of her breast through the open blouse.  The blouse seemed to be designed to show as much as Jill’s breasts as is possible.  Jill was magnificent, and his cock agreed, again.

       Jill spoke first, “Well, Mr. Folkkes, where are we going to dine this evening.”

       She had turned him, causing her blouse to open a bit more, displaying even more magnificent breasts.  He soft pretty red lips were in a perfect smile.

       Jon cleared his throat, and replied,, “Well, I thought you might like a private table at Drago‘s.  I know the owner and he assures me of the best food, excellent wine, and the utmost in privacy.”

       Jill chuckled, “Well done, Sir.  Sounds absolutely wonderful.”

       The conversation was light on the way to the restaurant.  He thought Jill was the most beautiful creature in all of creation.  He wondered why he had not attempted to go out with her before now.  Oh, well, they are together this evening, and he was ready to make the most of it.  This could be one of the best evenings he had experienced in a very long time.

       At the front entrance of Drago‘s, he turned his truck over to the valet.  The way the valet was gawking at Jill, he was afraid the kid might wreck his truck  On entering the restaurant they were greeted by Peter Drago, owner of Drago‘s  After a short conversation between Jon and Peter, they were shown to a table in a rather dark and secluded corner of the restaurant.  Jon ordered their dinners and a bottle of Mondavi Merlot was poured into crystal goblets.  The wine was simple, but with grace and pleasant attitude.  Jon raised his glass to Jill, and made a toast.

       “Lady, let me drink to you, and your beauty.  You are magnificent,” he intoned.

       Jill smiled, and replied, “Thank you, Sir.  You are magnificent, yourself.  I love it when you wear your western boots, jeans and silver belt buckle.  That is a good look on you.”

       Jon acted shy and replied in an exaggerated Texas drawl, “Well, maam, down here in Texas, a pair of Wrangler jeans, a pair of Justine boots, along with a silver and turquoise belt buckle is considered formal wear.  I wanted to impress you.”

       Jill giggled, reaching out to touch his hand and answered, “You make me proud, Sir.”

       The conversation was light until the dinner was finished.  Both Jon and Jill were having an after dinner brandy when the conversation became more serious.  They talked about Sir Steven, and Jill’s training as a submissive.

       Jill told Jon about her training with Sir Steven.  She had gone to him at the insistence of a girl friend.  She told how Steven had explained the pleasure and excitement of BDSM and Master and slave relationships.  He had introduced her to other sex slaves.  She learned about their lives and what their Masters required of them.  She loved it.  She could imagine the fulfillment of all the thoughts and fantasies she had harbored all these years.  She even submitted to Sir Steven.  He had bound her, whipped and tormented her, even made her suck his cock and submitted to be fucked by him. 

       Somewhere she had divulged that she worked with Jon, or at lest her company did business with Jon Folkkes.  Under the pressure of the whip, she admitted that she had a tremendous crush of Jon.  Steven worked hard to put a plan in motion for Jon and Jill to discover each other, and perhaps Jill becoming Jon’s sex slave.  So, here they were, talking about just those matter.

         It was obvious that Jon needed to take this conversation to a higher level.

       “Jill, I warned you about me.  I think I need to talk about what it would be like if you and I were an ‘item’.”

       Jill smiled over her glass and replied, “I would love to know what life would be like if  you and I were an item.

       Jon smiled back, and continued. “First, I think you are an incredible beauty.  I also think you are a very intelligent person.  You are impressive.  I also love the fact that you are a submissive.  If you and I were together, to the outside world we would be just another very happy couple.  You and I would know different.  You would be my sex slave.  I would decide what you wear, and when.  You need to know I love bondage.  In particular, I love predicament bondage where you could be tied up in a very exposed and helpless situation for an extended period of time.  It is a turn on to do that.  I think whipping a beautiful lady is decided a turn on.  Every man remembers the first woman he whipped.  I hope I am not putting a scare into you.  I really hope you are not ready to run screaming to the door.  But, you need to know who I am, and what I am.”

       Jill sat for a moment, and answered, “Jon, I know who I am, and most of all, what I am..  Sir Steven has told me about you, and your tastes.  I am totally fascinated by what he has told me.  I have no problem with what you have said.  Everything you have said excites me, more than you know.  I am not sure how to express this, but being bound helpless to another person, is very scary and very arousing.  I suppose the thought of what my happen to me is arousing.  See, I don‘t know how to explain it, but I know how I feel.”

       Jon smiled, and spoke again.  “Steven was right.  You are incredible.  Look, I won’t belabor the point.  I would expect we would have a public life, travel, shopping, the theater, visiting friends, but, our other life is as much, or more important.  I would expect you to be my complete, abject naked, bound and gagged sex slave.  I am talking to you like this because I think you and I know what we want.  Sir Steven has paved the way for us.  I think sexual submission becomes you.  Yes, I would like for you to be submissive to me.  Your sexual slavery would totally fascinating.

       There, it was out there.  Jill needed to make a decision.  Is this what she is looking for, or did she need to call the police to guarantee her safe passage from the restaurant and back to her home?  Jill decided she wanted the former.

        “Jon, I would like to try to be everything you said..  I would like to make you happy.  It might not work out, but I think it could.  I really have a thing for you and would really like to try.”

       Jon, leaned over and kissed her pretty red mouth and offered, “Why don’t I settle our bill, and let’s go back to my house for a night cap.”

       Jill smiled coyly, kissed him again, and replied, “Sir, I think that would be wonderful.”

       As they walked out of Drago’s, Jill with her arm around Jon’s arm, hugging his arm and pressing her breasts against him.  She felt very secure with Jon Folkkes, and glad to be with him.  She thought he would be a magnificent master.  She did wonder what he would demand of her.  She did not want to disappoint him.      

         

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Two

       Jon parked his truck in his garage.  On the ride home from Dragos, he was convinced Jill wanted him to touch her.  On her legs, pussy or breasts, just so long as he touched her.  Jon thought better of it.  He knew she was aroused, so he was content to let her stew in her own juices of sexual anticipation.  There would be plenty of time to touch, to bind, and in general, ravish Jill to his hearts content.  After the garage door closed, he got out and walked around to the passenger side of his Ford F-150.  He reached up and helped Jill from the cab of the truck.  Her skirt slid up a bit more until Flokkes could get a glimpse of her pussy.  He was reasonably sure it was devoid of pubic hair.  He liked that.

       As soon as Jill’s feet touched the garage floor Jon put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him pressing her body to his.  He leaned down and kissed her waiting lips.  It seemed to him, and to Jill that there was electricity in that kiss.  The kiss seemed to last for ever.  Jill was hungry for his kiss.  She had always wondered what it would be like to be kissed, or for that matter, taken by him.  When Jon broke the kiss, he immediately kissed her again.  He pushed her against the side of his pickup truck, holding her there with his kiss and his hands inside her blouse working her breasts.  Jill returning his kisses with the same passion she received from Jon‘s kiss.  His hands felt wonderful on her breasts.  His cock approved.

       “Damn, Lady,“ breathed Folkkes.  “you are incredible.  I sure hope you know what you‘re getting into.”

       Jill‘s response was to wrap he arms around his neck and kiss him again.  She whispered, “Thank you, Sir.  You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

       Jon picked her up, cradling her in his arms and carried her into the house.  In the living room, he sat her down on the couch, then sat down beside her.  For the next few minutes they sat there, their arms wrapped around each other, kissing and hugging.  Jon managed to get Jill’s blouse open and was fondling her perfect breasts.  He was pleasantly pleased to discover her magnificent breasts were all hers, not some type of implant.  Jon hated “plastic boobs”.  His approving cock was painfully erect in his trousers.  John broke his kiss and pulled his face away from Jill’s.

       “Jill, I want you to stand up.  Stand in front of me,’ he commanded

       Jill kissed Jon, whispering, “Yessir.”

       Her legs were somewhat shaky due to her state of arousal, but she managed to obey him.  Her mind was in an erotic whirl pool of arousal..  Her nipples were hard and aching for his touch.  Jon Folkkes sat there, admiring Jill beauty.  He could see her breasts in her open blouse, and her high heel shod feet and legs were magnificent.  Her short skirt showed everything to his liking.  He figured it was time for the next step.

       “Jill, I want you to undress.  You can leave you hose and high heels on.”

       Jill blushed, the started undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse.   She pulled her blouse open, fully revealing a beautiful pair of breasts.  Her skin was creamy, accentuated by pink nipples.  As she moved they would sway and jiggle deliciously.  Jill removed her blouse and let it float to the floor.  Her hands went to her breasts, squeezing them, which made her close her eyes and tremble.  Turning about slowly, she let Jon appreciate what she had to offer him.  Next came her short leather mini skirt.  She undid the button on the waist, and then with one smooth movement, unzipped the skirt.  The skirt fell away from Jill’s hips and landed on the floor next to her blouse.  She gazed at Jon, to gauge is reaction to her nakedness.  She was pleased and excited by the look on his face.

       Jon Folkkes was amazed at what he was seeing.  He was correct in the assumption that Jill had no pussy hair.  He was later to learn that it had been permanently removed by a laser process.  His eyes ran from her sweet face, down her elegant neck to her breasts, then down her flat belly to her smooth pussy and her nylon sheathed legs.  Her high heels emphasized the shape and curve of her legs.  As she turned he learned her ass was a piece of art.  He could imagine seeing striation marks from his whip across her beautiful ass, or her delicate wrists bound behind her back, resting on her beautiful ass..  Jill was still wearing her nude colored thigh high stockings and brown leather high heel pumps.  Elastic and delicate lace adorned the tops of her hose.  These items merely made her look even more naked.  John was lost in her beauty.  After a moment he regained control of his mind, but not his cock.  Reaching into a drawer in the end table next to the couch, he pulled out a pair of official police Smith & Wesson handcuffs.

       As Jon handed the cuffs to Jill, he said, “I want you to put these on yourself, behind your back.  Make sure they are tight.”

       The thought was running through his mind, ‘Now is the time she might back out and want to go home.’  Jill took the cuffs and held them to her breasts, then to her lips, kissing them.  She knew in a moment she would be helpless to him.  She wanted this more than anything.

       Jon watched with delightful amazement as Jill locked a cuff on her delicate left wrist, making sure it was tight.  Then he watched as she put her hands behind her back and locked the other cuff on her right wrist.  He could hear her make the cuff close with the familiar ratcheting sound.  He knew the cuffs were on tight, possibly a little uncomfortably so.  The immediate effect was to make her breasts more prominent.  He approved.  His cock was enthusiastic.

       Jon left her standing there as he stood and removed his clothing.  Jill had that glazed aroused look on her face.  That became even more so when he removed his trousers and his painfully rigid cock sprang into view.  Once he was naked, he moved over to Jill, hugging her to him and kissing her as he fondled her breasts.  His raging cock was trapped between their bodies, pressing hard against he belly.  Jill’s breath was coming fast and ragged.  His  moved hand to her pussy and found a virtual cauldron of steaming pussy juices.  She was amazing.  She closed her eyes and trembled  as his finger invaded her most intimate place.

       After a moment or two, he removed his hand and backed away from Jill.  She watch as he pulled several items from the drawer of the end table.  From these items he pulled a red ball gag, and turned to her.

       “Sweet Lady, open you mouth, now.”

       A trembling Jill opened her mouth with faint moan.  She could have protested, even refused, but she did not want to.  She wanted him to take possession of her.  Jon inserted the gag, pushing it well in to her mouth.  Moving behind her, he secured the gag with leather straps which were buckled tightly at the nape of her neck.  He looked at her pretty face and saw a mixture of fear and arousal in her sky blue eyes.  He kissed her cheek, then her gagged mouth.

       “Like I said, you are incredible, now you are mine,” he said.

       Jill closed here eyes and nodded her head in acceptance.  Her mind was in a sexually induced whirl of emotions.

       Jon was savoring every minute of this moment in time.  He pulled some rope from the items he drew from the end table.  With one strand of rope, he wrapped it tightly around her elbows.  He pulled the rope tighter until her elbows were nearly touching each other.  Her shoulders were pulled back, pushing her ample breasts out from her chest.        Quickly, he tied the rope off, locking her elbows in position.  He was pleasantly surprised when he pulled her back against his body, and running his hands around her body to her breasts.  The binding of her elbows behind her had the effect of making her breasts look nearly twice as large.  They were forced out from her chest, raised, making them look more magnificent, and terribly vulnerable.  In his wildest dreams he never figured Jill would look this good, or feel this good.  His hands squeezed her breasts, then he moved his hands out to her engorged nipples.  Taking her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, he pinched and twisted them.  Jill moaned softly and closed her eyes as she bore the delicious pain.

       Jon removed the handcuffs from Jill’s wrists.  However, he was quick to bind them together with another length of rope, pulling the ropes tight.  When he finished, he was extremely satisfied with his work.  Jill was helpless and gagged.  She could not free herself, and could not speak.  With a gesture of his hand, he ordered her to turn about so he could see her.  Again, there was no disappointment.  His cock was throbbing with his heart beat.

       Finally, he pulled a black leather collar from the table drawer, along with a black leather leash.  Jill’s eyes became larger as Jon put the collar around her neck, and locked it there with a small pad lock.  The final touch was latching the leather leash to the collar.  When he pulled on the leash, Jill knew she was his, completely.  She was so aroused she thought she would faint.  She had never been so sexually aware of herself and her needs and desire than this moment with Jon Folkkes.

       Folkkes pulled her to him, again, with one arm around her waist and the other resting on her ass.  He kissed her on her gagged mouth, again.  Then, bending over he picked her up like he had done before.  Cradling her in his arms he carried her to his bedroom.  The room was dominated by a very large four poster bed with massive bedposts.  He stood Jill on the floor, leaning her back against one of the bedposts on the corner at the foot of the bed.  With more rope he tightly bound her, face out, to the bedpost.  Ropes around her waist, thighs and just above her breasts held her tight to the bedpost.  Her ankles were quickly bound tightly together  She was helpless, and wondering what Jon had in mind.

       Jill had mixed emotions, fear and sexual arousal to the extreme.  The combination of emotions was a potent mixture  She watched Jon as he made her helpless.  She made no attempt to struggle or escape his grasp.  All she could see was Jon.  In her heart she felt she probably loved him, but most of all she lusted for him.  Ever since Sir Steven told her about Jon, Jill wanted him to capture, imprison, dominate, better yet, enslave her.  Now she was realizing her fantasy, and it both scared and aroused her.

       Jon backed up to look at Jill, and his handy work.  He did not speak, but his throbbing cock obviously approved of this tableau.  He walked over to a chest of drawers along one wall, and opening the top drawer, he retrieved a multi thronged flogger type whip.  Jill knew what was next, so did Jon.

       Jon leaned into Jill, kissing her gagged mouth again, while fondling her breasts, said, “Lady, you are awesome, and I want to give you a formal welcome to my bedroom.”

       He gauged his distance from her, then raised his whip.  He swung so it wrapped around her hip, striking her ass.  Even though she was bound facing out from the bed post, her ass was still accessible.  He brought the whip back and struck the other side of her ass.  The whipping was not terribly hard, but Jill could feel the heat and the sting.  As the whip came harder and faster, Jon moved the whip around to the front of her thighs, nipping at her pussy while in that neighborhood.  Jill was beginning to moan and squirm under the whip.  The whip on her pussy and thighs was painful, yet it aroused her even more.  She knew what was next.

       Jon paused for a moment, leaned down and kissed her pink nipples, and stood with a smile on his face, and a throb in his cock.  Jill watched him, quietly moaning, whimpering with arousal behind her gag.  Jon touched her cunt, then ran his fingers between her bound thighs and into the over heated depths of Jill’s pussy.  He found her clit and started to massage it with his fingers.  Jill bucked and heaved as her clit was attacked.  She was now humping his hand, trying to drive herself to a climax.  Just before that explosion took place, Jon stopped and withdrew his fingers.  A rather loud moan of disappointment escaped her gagged mouth.  

       Jon stepped back and shook out his whip.  His cock throbbed as he brought his whip across her left breast, then the right breast in quick succession.  Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling as they were struck his Jon’s whip.  He whipped them so rapidly Jill’s breasts were crashing against each other.  Pink striations from the whip were now appearing on her breasts.  Now Jill was squirming, moaning and beginning to cry in to her gag.  Jon gave her breasts a few more hard strokes of his whip, the retired the weapon.  He stood there watching Jill deal with the residual pain of being whipped.  Tears were running down her pretty face.  The heat of the whip in her breasts was being transmitted straight to her pussy.  He slipped his finger into her cunt, and found it to be hotter and wetter than before.  He cock was demanding relief.  He moved his fingers in and out of her steaming pussy.  Even with her tight bondage, Jill attempted to move her hips to meet his thrusting fingers.  Again, just be fore the crises, Jon pulled his fingers from her pussy.  Tears of sexual frustration filled here eyes.

       Jon, knew it was time.  He released her from the bedpost, but her elbows and wrists remained bound, and her gag remained in place.  He walked her, nearly stumbling in her high heel shoes, around to the side of the bed where he picked her up and deposited her on the bed,  He had thought he might spend more time with more fore play, but his cock was demanding satisfaction.  He pushed Jill’s legs apart, and put his cock at the heated entrance to her cunt.  The look of anticipation on Jill’s face told him what he wanted to know.  With one thrust, he pushed his cock deep into Jill.  She trembled again, and groaned loudly, and started to move her hips.  She closed her eyes and bit down on her gag as she felt Jon deep inside of her.  A magnificent erotic fire was being built, threatening to consume her.  Jon continued to thrust into her, plunging his cock ever deeper..  He continued until he could feel Jill’s cunt was reaching a crisis.  As she started to cum, Jon allowed his cock to erupt, spewing lava like cum into her pussy.  Jill was in the throes of her climax when she felt the heat of Jon’s orgasm.  She pushed her cunt hard against Jon’s pelvis, trying to make his cock go even deeper.  Both Jill and Jon continued to fuck each other until exhaustion took them.

       Jon lay on top of Jill, his cock deeply lodged in her and her breasts pressed hard against his chest.  When he regained his senses, he rolled off Jill, pulling his cock free of her.  He heard a soft sweet moan of disappointment from behind her gag.  Jon laid on his back, but he put his left arm under Jill pulling her, turning her to him.  She turned to her side with her breasts pressed against his side.  She pressed her still aching cunt against his thigh, moving her leg over his..  He held her tight, not wanting to let her go.  Finally, he removed the gag from her sweet mouth and kissed her.  Jill returned his kiss, kissing him  hard, displaying her passions.

       The silence was broken when Jill whispered, “Thank you, Sir.  Thank you very much.  I hope I please you.”

       Jon kissed her again, “Slave, you please me.  I am thinking about abducting you, locking you up and keeping you as me sex slave, forever.”

       Jill smiled and replied, “Sir, can I give my company two weeks notice, first?”

       Both laughed, enjoying the moment.  It was good, and both Jon and Jill were glad to be together at this moment.

       Later, Jon and Jill were sitting on the couch in the living room of his home.  He had released her, and now they were enjoying a glass of wine.  They were still naked.  Jon had his arm around her, gently stroking her breasts, while Jill was stroking his cock.  Even with the massive climax he had just experienced, his cock was coming back to life.

       Jon kissed Jill and said, “Lady, you are incredible.  I would like to see you again, very soon and very often.”

       Jill smiled and squeezed his cock as she replied, “I would like that, Jon.  I would like that very much.”

       “Even after I tied you up, whipped you, and made you have sex with me,” he asked.

       “Yes, Sir,” answered Jill.  “This was a perfect evening.  I hope we have many more.”

       “I hope so, too,” he replied.

       They sat there for the longest moment, when Jon asked, “Let me ask you…, when did you become acquainted with BDSM, rough sex, sexual slavery or that you had an interest in these things?”

       Jill paused, then replied, “Since I was about eleven or twelve years old.”

       A surprised Jon Folkkes asked, “You mean some one tied you up and made you  have sex with him when you were eleven?”

       Jill chuckled, “No, no, of course not.  Let me explain.”

       Jon answered, “Please, I am all ears.”

       “Well, at about that time in my life, I realized that men and women had sex, including my mother and father.  I was really curious, but no one would tell me much about it.  I could hear noises behind my parents bedroom door late at night.  It even sounded like my mother was in pain.  Finally, my curiosity got the best of me, and I peeked in to see what was happening.  I was shocked.  My father had tied up my mother and was whipping her, making her suck his cock, and having sex with her while she was tied to the bed.  I could see his massive cock in full erection.  I remember my mother, on her knees with her wrists bound behind her back, sucking my fathers cock while he whipped her breasts and ass.  I thought it was magnificent.  Before I knew it, I was very aroused.   I was too young to understand the feelings and urges I was experiencing, I just knew I liked what I was seeing.  Even though it was obviously painful, my mother enjoyed what was happening.”

       Jill continued, “I kept watching, then I would have dreams about my Dad doing those things to me.  He never did, but I could not get it out of my mind.  As I got older, I found there was pornography about these things.  When ever possible, I would look at this literature and pictures, knowing that I wanted to be treated like the models in this pictures, or the characters in the stories.  I remember reading the Story of O.  I wanted a Sir Stephen to make me his sex slave.  Then, I met the real live Sir Steven here in Dallas, and I finally understood my feelings and what the life style was all about.”

       Jill paused again, leaned down and kissed Jon’s cock, the continued.  “By the time I was sixteen, I wanted my Dad so bad it hurt.  Then, he was killed in a construction accident.  I don’t think he would have had sexual, or sadistic relations with me.  He was a good man.  I still had fantasies about him binding and torturing me.  He was the only man I had ever seen naked, and with a hard cock.  I wanted it so bad.  Both my mother and I were devastated.  Dad left us financially well off, but we missed him.  He was incredible as a father, he was my mother’s ‘master‘, and she his sex slave, and he was my fantasy ‘master’ and my caring father.  It took a long time for us to recover from that loss.  For my mother, it was the hardest thing she had ever experienced.  We talked about it, and her sexual slavery to my Dad.  She missed him, but she really missed being his sex slave.”

       “Did she ever remarry,” asked Jon.

       “No, she didn’t.  She did not date very much.  She has told me that no man could measure up to my father.  She didn’t want a husband, she wanted a Master.”

       “What’s her name?”

       Jill smiled, “Anne.  Maybe someday soon you could meet her.”

       “I’d like that.  Does Anne still live in the Dallas area.?”

       Jill replied, “Oh yes, she lives here in Fort Worth.  She works for some computer outfit.  I have tried to get her to date someone, but she doesn’t seem interested.  Sir Steven even offered to find someone for her.”

       Jon kissed Jill, and said, “Well, let’s hope she is happy.  Every one deserves to be happy.”

       Both sipped from their wine glasses, then Jon asked, “Does she know how submissive you are?”

       Again, Jill smiled at Jon, “Yes.  There are no secrets between us.  She thinks I would be happy with the right Master.  She worries that I will submit to some brutal monster that would destroy me.”

       Jill paused, this kissed Jon and asked, “You aren’t going to destroy me, are you?”

       Jon chuckled, “No, of course not, but…if an Arab white slaver came along, with the right money, I might……..”

       They both had a good laugh, then Jill moved off the couch, and onto the floor.  She knelt between Jon’s thighs and grasped his cock.  Her eyes were still on Jon’s face as she took his cock into her mouth.  Jon watched as his cock moved in and out of her pretty mouth and he felt her pretty pink tongue lashing the head of his cock.  He reached down and fondled her beautiful breasts.  He could still see faint whip striations on his breasts.  In his mind she was magnificent.  Jon Folkkes was obsessed with Jill.  He wanted her for his sex slave, and he wanted it on a permanent basis.  His cock was telling him it approved as it exploded in Jill Combs mouth.

       

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Three

       Jill spent the night with Jon.  Twice more during the night his cock demanded satisfaction.  Jon fucked Jill, but she convinced him to let her suck him to a cum.  She loved his cock in her mouth.  It was like she was worshiping him, and his cock.  The second time he awoke with Jill sucking his rigid cock while her left hand was cradling his balls.

       The next morning as they sat at the breakfast table, naked of course, he asked her about why she liked to suck his cock so much.  Her reply was that she worshipped him, and the worship of his cock was her way of letting him know her feelings.  Jon Folkkes liked that.

       Three weeks after Jon and Jill got together, she moved into his house.  The problem then became that he wanted her to be his 24/7 sex slave.  With her working to Deep Rock Oil, this proved to be problematic.  Finally, Jon told her he wanted her to quit her job and become his full time sex slave.  Jill was ready to take this next step in their relationship.  On her last Friday at work, Jon picked her up and they went to dinner.  They were excited.  Their world was changing for the better.

       As they drove to their favorite steak house, Drago’s, Jon told Jill to remove her panties and bra.  These were the only items of underclothing she was wearing, except the garter belt, and hose.  She handed the offending garments to Jon.  He rolled down the truck window and threw the panties and bra out onto the street.  This surprised Jill, but she did not question his actions.

       Jon looked over at her, smiling, “Sweet Slave, from this day on, you will not wear panties, panty hose, slips, underskirts or bra’s.  When you wear stockings, you will wear stockings with a garter belt, or thigh high with elastic and lace around the tops, and that is all.  You will wear high heel shoes all the time.”

       Jill leaned up to him and kissed his cheek as he hand moved from her thigh to her now heated cunt.  Her hand was resting on his crotch.  Jon loved the feel of her naked smooth pussy, and Jill loved his hand on her most intimate place.  She loved the idea that he was taking control of her, dictating what she wore, and anything else he wanted.  She opened her thighs to allow easy access for Jon.  She could feel his hardness in his trousers.

       Their dinner at Drago’s was wonderful.  At one point Peter Drago, the owner of this fine restaurant came over to sit and talk with them.  It was obvious Jon and Jill were very much in love with each other.  The sexual tension was evident.  When he left their table and returned to the other customers, he ordered a bottle of champagne be sent to their table.  It was a wonderful celebration, toasting their new and changing world.

       Back home, Jon and Jill were in the living room.  There seemed to be something on Jon’s mind.  He had Jill undress, but did not bind her as he was prone to do.  He was undressed, sitting on a large overstuffed easy chair.  He opened the drawer of the end table next to the chair from which he pulled a piece of paper.

       “I want you on your knees here.  Take my cock in your hands and suck me.”

       Jill gladly knelt before him and started to make love to his cock.  After a moment or two he stopped her.

       “Sweet Slave, I want you to look at this piece of paper, and read it to me.  This is very important.”

       Jill took the paper and looked down at it.  What she read surprised her, and excited her.

       “Jon, this looks like a contract.  It says it’s a slave contract.   What do you want me to do with it?”

       Jon Folkkes replied, “Just read it, and you will understand.”

       Jill looked at it closely and with her left hand on his cock, slowly stroking it, she read, “Well, across the top “Slave Contract”  Then it goes on, I, Jill Combs, being of sound mind and acting on my own free will, desire to be the complete naked bound sex slave of Jon Folkkes.  I surrender my physical being, sexual being and my welfare to him.  He will be in total control of my body, my sexuality and my sexual being.

He will restrain me by using ropes, chains, straps, or any other restrain device, and in any helpless and revealing position he chooses, when ever he wants and for as long as he chooses.  He will punish and torture me for failing to respond to any sexual act he wishes to require of me.  He will also whip and torture me for the shear pleasure of doing so.  I will have no choice in these matters.

He can require any sex act of me that he chooses.  I will be punished for any hesitation or refusal.  He will be able to punish or torture me until I submit to any sex act required by him.

He will decide what clothing I will wear, and how I will wear them.  No matter how revealing, it will be his decision.  When it pleasures him, he will keep me naked for as long as he wishes, and anywhere he wishes.

Lastly, he will require me to submit my body to other individuals that he may choose.  They will bind, chain, or strap me in helpless vulnerable positions as they my choose.  I will submit to any sex act required of me by that individual, or individuals.  If I refuse, or am hesitant, they can punish or torture me until I submit to their wishes.  They may also restrain, whip and torture me for the shear pleasure of doing so.

I freely make this choice and desire to be a total sex slave to Jon Folkkes.

Signed, Jill Combs

Signed, Jon Folkkes

       Jill was silent for a moment, then said, “And, there is a place at the bottom of the page for my signature…, and for yours.”

       There was an obvious flush to her face and her left hand was still stroking Jon’s cock, only a little faster and more animated.  She leaned down and kissed the head of his throbbing cock, running her pretty little tongue around the crown of his cock.

       Her voice was nearly a whisper as she said, “Jon, Sir, I would like to sign this.”

       He looked down at her pretty face and said, “Make sure.  I will want you forever.  I am strict, demanding, and will not allow you to say ‘no’.  Be sure you understand that it will get no better, even five or ten years from now.  You will still taste the whip and be subject to every kinky sexual whim I might have.  I really want you for my sex slave, but I want you to decide if this is what you want.”

       Jill, with a tear of emotion in  her eye, replied, “Jon, Sir, I do want you to be my Master.  I want to be what ever you want me to be.  I want to sign the contract.”

       Jon Folkkes leaned down and took her face into his hands.  He kissed her long and passionately.  Jill kept stroking his aching cock.  He produced a pen from the end table, and offered it to Jill.  She laid the paper on the end table and signed it.  John signed it after Jill.

       Jon kissed her again, and asked, “You read what I will require of you, are you sure this is what you want, especially if I let others have you.”

       Jill kissed his cock again, “Yessir…, I… am… your sex slave.  I‘ll do what you want me to do.”

       Jon’s cock throbbed achingly when he heard her words.  She leaned down and took his cock into her mouth and started to suck it.  Jon stopped her again.  Jill kept stroking his cock as she turned her attention back to him.  From the drawer he pulled another paper, folded and in an envelope.  He opened the envelope and handed it to her.

       “What you have there, my Sweet Slave, is a receipt from the First National Band of Dallas, their trust department.  I have seen too many women agree to be a sex slave, and their master makes no provision for them.  If her Master dies, or if he decides he doesn’t want her any more, she is turned out on the streets with nothing.  You are my slave, but let me say for the first time, I love you.  I have set up a trust fund for one million dollars.  If something happens to me, or I decide to break up with you, you will get the entire one million dollars, plus interest.  If you decide to break up and leave, you will only get on fourth of that  amount.  I waited until you had signed the contract, so I would know where your heart and desires were.  Do you understand.”

       With tears running down her pretty cheeks, splashing hotly on her breasts and Jon’s cock, she said, “Jon, I love you.  You don’t have to do this.  I love you and want to be your slave.”

       “I know, I know, but I want you to be taken care of, no matter what.  I love you, and I love you as my sex slave.”

       Jill was still stroking his cock.  It was now so hard the ache was almost painful.  Jill bowed her head and took his cock into her mouth.  Jon could not resist.  He leaned back in his chair and let her do her best, which was amazing.  He held out as long as he could, but before long his cock exploded into her sweet mouth.  Jill took all of his issue, and held his cock in her mouth, sucking and emptying it, cleaning it, until it receded.  Jon was a happy man, and Jill was a happy slave.

       As the days went on, Jill kept adjusting to Jon’s demands.  She was now naked when they were in private, like hotels, or at home.  High heel shoes were required all the time.  She wore a black leather collar, ankle and wrist cuffs when she was at home.  This would make it easier for Jon to restrain her.  At night she wore special soft leather wrist cuffs with her wrists locked behind her while they slept.  This took some adjustments, but Jill managed to get used to it.  It seemed, at times, she was bound or restrained more than she was not restrained.  The problem was, the mere act of being tied, or cuffed, was arousing to her.  So, when he did tie her up, she was decidedly turned on.  It seemed that the tighter the ropes, the more helpless she was, the more it excited her.  As  for Jon, it seemed his cock was always aching for Jill.

       Jill noticed that when they went out to dinner, or to a show, even though her clothing was very stylish, they were also more revealing than anything she had worn in the past.  It took a while to get accustomed to being dressed like this, but she loved the affect it had on Jon.  She even liked the looks she got from other men.

       One evening they had been out to see a stage play.  As was her custom, she undressed when they got home.  Wearing only high heel shoes, her collar and cuffs, she served Jon and herself a glass of wine.  They sat next to each other while they enjoyed their wine.  Jon had his arm around Jill, kissing her and fondling her breasts, while she was stroking his cock.

       “Jill, my sweet slave, I want you up and ready to leave the house fairly early tomorrow.  I have to fly to Denver, but will be back tomorrow evening.  In the meantime, there will be a Lincoln Town Car here at about 10:30 AM.  He will pick you up and take you to a special place.”

       Jill had to ask, “Where am I going?”

       “Well, there is an establishment in Dallas I want you to visit.  For all practical purposes, it is a kinky sex boutique.  They specialize in high end leather goods, clothing, boots, shoes, whips and restraint devices for people who like BDSM, sexual slavery, and other such delights.  The owner calls herself Mistress Joanne.  I have known her for years, and is a good friend of mine.  The Town Car will take you there.  She will outfit you with custom made leather goods.  I have told her what I want, and she will measure you and fit these things to you for the absolute best fit.  Plan on being there at least two or three hours, or more.”

       Jill sipped her wine and asked, “Is there anything I need to do?  How should I dress?”

       “Hmmm…, no.., just dress to your best.  Obviously no underwear of any kind.  Wear thigh high hosiery, and naturally, high heels.  I want you looking beautiful and sexy, as usual.  Just do as she says and it will be fine.  I want you to obey her because I want these items to be perfect.  She is an expert in this field, and has many high end customers.”

       The next morning, promptly at 10:30 AM a black Town Car arrived at the Folkkes house.  The black uniformed driver came to the door and rang the bell.  Jill was ready.  She was wearing a simple black dress which buttoned down the front.  Black thigh high hose and black patent leather high heels shoes completed her outfit.  After an introduction, Jill allowed the driver to escort her out to the Town Car.  The black leather seats were comfortable.  As the Town Car pulled away from the house, she heard the doors lock.  She wondered if she could open the doors, or if she was locked inside the car.  She did not test the doors because Jon had told her to go with the driver.  She noticed several “eye bolts” mounted to the floor of the Town Car.  She could not help but wonder if those were used to restrain a passenger.

       After about a twenty minute ride, the driver brought the Town Car into an alley behind a rather large brick building.  When they arrived at a rather non-descript door at the rear of the building, the driver stopped.  He opened her door, after he unlocked it with a key, and lead her into the door, into the building.  Even though the building had a somber industrial look to the outside, she was surprised by the interior.  The room she entered reminded her of 19th century parlor or drawing room.  Almost immediately she was greeted by a rather tall woman.  This woman was nearly six feet tall, possessing black long hair pulled back into at severe bun on the back of her head.  She was a pretty woman, however, her face tended to be hard and intimidating.  Her tall lithe body was sheathed in a black silk dress which complimented her black leather knee high boots. She wore a black leather belt around her waist, from which dangled a flogger type whip.  The woman greeted Jill.

       “Well, you must be Jill.  Jon had told me so much about you.  I am Joanne, but I prefer to be called Mistress Joanne, or Mistress.  Are you ready to go to work and be fitted for the outfits Jon wants.”

       Jill liked this woman, even though she was intimidated by her.  “Sure, just tell me what we have to do.  Jon didn’t explain very much.”

       Mistress Joanne smiled and replied, “That doesn’t surprise me.  You know how men can be.”

       Both women laughed.  Mistress Joanne hugged Jill and asked her to follow her to a “Fitting Room”  Jill followed as they exited the parlor and headed down a long hallway.  After a couple of turns they went though another door.  This was indeed a large fitting room.  There were full length mirrors on every wall.  In between the mirrors were shelves of fabric and clothing items, along with other leather items that she could not identify.  From the wall Mistress Joanne produced a long tailor’s tape measure.  Jill was beginning to feel a little more comfortable.  At Mistress Joanne’s request, she gave her purse to her.  She watched as Joanne put her purse on a shelf by a mirror.

       Mistress Joanne spoke.  “Jill, if you would be a dear, please take off your clothes.”

       This took Jill by surprise, “Why must I do that?”

       Mistress Joanne smiled and replied, “Well, I cannot get a proper measurement for the various items Jon wants unless you are naked, and because your Master told you to do what I said.”

       Jill was embarrassed.  “I’m sorry.  You are right.  I’ll do whatever you say.”

       With that, Jill removed her dress, but as she was preparing to remove her hose and heels, Mistress Joanne stopped her.

       “No, leave your stockings and shoes.  I know how Jon likes them.  Everything we do here today will work around your hose and heels.”

       After Jill removed her dress, and Joanne remarked, “Oh, my!  You are a beauty.  I can understand what Jon sees in you.  You are incredible.  We are going to enjoy working with you.”

       Jill, naked but for her high heels shoes and thigh high stockings, blushed and replied, “Thank you very much.  I am glad he sees something in me.  I love him.”

       Mistress Joanne said, “He’s a lucky man.  He whips you regularly, doesn’t he.”

       Jill proudly answered, “Why, yes he does.  How’d you know?”

       Mistress Joanne touching Jill’s breasts with her finger, tracing a line across them, “I can see a whip mark here, and I noticed a couple more on your ass and the backs of your thighs.   Here, on the front of your thighs there is a faint mark.  They become you.   You like it when he whips you, don’t you?”

       Again, Jill seemed a little self conscious, “Yes.  It really hurts, and there are times when I am gagged and can’t protest, and I wish it did not hurts so much, but when it is over I am very aroused.  Yes, I like the things Jon does to me.”

       “Does he like to whip your breasts.”

       Jill quietly replied, “Yes, he does.”

       Mistress Joanne answered, “That’s good.  Breasts like yours should be whipped regularly.  They are magnificent.”

       Just then the door to the fitting room opened and a rather handsome young man, dressed in black, came into the room.

       Jill moved her hands to cover herself when Mistress Joanne pushed her hands away and said, rather sternly, “No need to be modest around Antoine.  He is my assistant and he will be helping me take your measurements and fitting you.  You should never cover yourself when you are with me or Antoine.”

       Antoine immediately replied, “Wow, Joanne, what have we here?  She is beautiful!”

       Jill blushed again, but in a matter of minutes she was comfortable with Antoine helping Mistress Joanne.  Over the next forty minutes, to an hour, Mistress and Antoine measured every inch of her body.  She was touched so much on her breasts, ass and pussy, as well as her thighs, waist, ass, legs and arms, Jill was becoming aroused.  New custom soft leather locking cuffs were put on her wrists and ankles.  When the right size was found, they were put aside in a special box for Jon Folkkes.  Finally, Mistress Joanne brought out a leather contraption that Jill did not recognize.

       “This is a single glove, an arm binder,” Antoine said. “Jon wants one for you.  It is designed to hold your arms and hands behind your back in a leather wrapping, so to speak, locking them there as long as he would like..  It is a rather severe restraint, but once you are in it, you cannot get free.  This one should fit you perfectly.  Please turn about, and put your hands behind your back, with your palms together, so we can see how it fits.”

       A naked Jill turned about and did as she was told.   Antoine slipped the single glove over her hands and wrists and pulled it up to her arm pits, fully engulfing her arms..  He laced it up, tightly,  and locked the straps around her wrists and elbows, pulling them tightly together.  Other straps went over her shoulders and wrapped around her upper body, just above her breasts and back around to the single glove, locking it on her.  Yes, it was rather severe, and Jill recognized that she would be unable to get out of this restraint.  Jill could see herself in the wall mirrors.  Her elbows were nearly touching.  She had to admit she looked pretty good restrained like this.  She assumed any man seeing her in her naked and helpless condition would want to ravish her.

       Antoine applauded, “That looks marvelous.  What do your think, Mistress?  Look at her tits.  It makes them twice as large, and vulnerable.  They are magnificent.  They beg to be whipped and played with.”

       Mistress Joanne replied, “Yes, it does fit exactly like we thought it would.  We will leave it on for a while to see how you adjust to it.  The effect on your breasts is amazing.  Antoine, get tray of gags.”

       Jill watched as Antoine pulled a tray from a drawer in the wall.  If was filled with various gags.  Mistress Joanne told her to open her mouth.  For the next fifteen minutes gags of various sizes and types were tried on her.  Mistress Joanne selected two or three gags and put them into a box for Jon. 

       “Jill, please open you mouth again.  I have one last gag we want to fit you with.  This is a penis gag, and near as we can tell, it is about the size of Jon’s cock.”

       Jill was somewhat apprehensive as she knew Jon had a large cock.  As Antoine held the penis gag up for all to see, it appeared to Jill that it was pretty close to the proper size.  She opened her mouth again and allowed Antoine to push the gag deep into her mouth, then pulled the strap through the locking buckle behind her head.  He pulled the strap tight, and locked it in her mouth.  Yes, it did fill her mouth.  Jill was sure no noise she might make, like a scream, could escape this gag.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  She had trouble recognizing herself.  The bottom part of her face was covered with this penis gag, and her arms were pulled behind her and locked there in an arm binder single glove.  She could see her dark thigh high hose and her feet were still shod in black patent leather high heel shoes.  Yes, she looked like a very desirable sex slave.

       “Jill, you are magnificent,“ Mistress Joanne exclaimed.  “When you are restrained and gagged like this, as well as being delightfully naked, it is hard to not do nasty things to you.  But, we have important things to do.  Now, we will try other things with you.  I want you to wear the gag for a while.  We want to see how you do with it.  Antoine, hand me the bikini.”

       Jill could not speak, or even protest.  She stood there, helpless, and watched as Antoine retrieved a black bikini from one of the many draws in the walls of the room.  It looked like a regular thong bikini.

       “Jill, Jon has asked that I outfit you with a bikini that would be presentable in the general public, yet, meet his needs to treat you as a sex slave.  Notice, it looks like a normal thong bikini.  Your tits will be adequately covered, just barely, and of course you cunt will be shielded from public view, barely.  Naturally, your ass will be bare, but I think you expect that.”

       Jill could only nod her head.  Mistress Joanne brought the bikini to her and let her see it.

       “If you will notice the inside of the bikini,” Mistress Joanne continued.  “Inside where your nipples will rest, there is little sharp points, ‘pin prickers‘ if you will.  The same is true of the thong bottom.  Where it rests against your sweet cunt you will find the same points of irritation.  I want you to obey Antoine as he puts the bikini on you.”

       Jill looked at Antoine as he took the bikini from Mistress Joanne.  He walked behind her, and held the bikini top in place as he fitted it over her breasts, specifically her sensitive nipples.  He pulled the bikini in place and tied the bikini string into a knot behind her back, as well as the string that went up and behind her neck..  Instantly she felt the sharp point ‘pricking‘ her nipples.  The pain was not terrific, but she could see how they could become miserable if she were to wear this bikini to a swimming party.  Antoine moved his hands around her and grasped her breasts, squeezing them and causing the prickers to do their job.  Jill gasped behind her gag as her nipples were tormented  To add to her torment, as her nipples felt the pin pricks, they began to harden, making the discomfort more pronounced.  Antoine moved his hand to her pussy and was rubbing and stroking it.  She suspected it was make her more sensitive down there.  It did.  Then he fitted the bikini bottom on her.  Yes, immediately she poor cunt felt the sharp points digging into her sensitive pussy lips and clit, irritating them, and arousing her.

       Mistress Joanne was smiling when she said, “They do hurt, don’t they.  Walk around and lets see what happens.”

       Jill started to walk around the room.  The movement of her hips caused her breasts to sway, and wearing high heel shoes made her breasts bounce and jiggle.  Yes, this could drive her crazy if she had to wear it for a while.  In the meantime, her poor pussy was hurting, like a fire being built on her nether lips.  She was greatly relieved when Antoine took the bikini off of her.

       “Jill, thank you.  You have been so patient.  We would have left the bikini on your for  your enjoyment, but, we have a busy day ahead of us.  Now let us finish what we have to do, and we will be through.”

       Jill just stood there in her helpless gagged naked bound glory waiting to see what was going to happen, next.  First, Antoine secured a leather corset, a waist cincher, from a shelf.  When it was put on her, and the adjustments were made, it was very snug fitting, restricting her breathing, somewhat.  It pinched in her waist, but left her breasts, pussy and ass totally exposed.  When it was fully on her, she could swear her breasts looked even bigger.  Antoine put a pair of leather panties on her, covering her cunt.  There was a belt on the waist pulling the panties very snuggly to her.  There was a zipper in the crotch, so it could be opened if someone wanted to fuck her without removing the leather panty.  A pair of thigh high leather boots replaced her high heel pumps.  The heels on the boots were the highest she ever worn.  They would take some getting used to.  Lastly, a leather bra was fitted over her breasts.  The points of the bra was cut out, allowing her nipples to poke through the hole.

       Jill looked at her image in the mirror.  She was the epitome of a leather bound sex slave.  She did not recognize herself.  Yet, as she looked, she became aroused.  Everything about her breathed sex, painful sex, BDSM slave sex.  It is obvious that this is what Jon wants.  She was aroused by that thought.  She wondered if her pussy juices were getting on the leather panties.  As  final touch, Antoine put a rather high leather collar on her neck.  The last item was a leather leash which Antoine attached to her collar.  Jill reasoned this was her fantasy, being totally controlled by others.  Yes, her pussy felt hot and wet.  She was a slave, a sex slave, and that excited her.

       “Jill, you are precious.  I love the way you look, and we are sure Jon will ravish you.  Now, we have one last item to try on you.  Jon wanted to be able to blindfold you from time to time.  So, we have made a soft leather blindfold, similar to a sleep mask.  Now, hold still while I put it on you.”

       In a matter of seconds, Jill was blindfolded.  Her world was reduced to what she could feel and hear.  She was very intimidated, and felt more helpless than she had ever felt in her life.  Even though she was scared, she was becoming very aroused because of her helpless condition, and being controlled by others.  Jill was also in for a surprise.

       “Jill, we have a surprise for you.  Once a month we have a model come here to model our products.  We dress her, make her helpless, then we present her to our audience.  She is whipped and tormented before the audience, then the garments she is wearing are auctioned off to the highest bidder.”

       It took a second or two for Jill to understand what she was hearing.  She was shocked, and very afraid.  She shook her head “no”.  She did not dare to move as she was totally blind.  She felt Mistress Joanne grasp her left arm while Antoine grasped the right.  Suddenly she felt an explosion of pain on her ass.  Mistress Joanne had struck her ass with a crop.  The crop struck again, and again.  Jill squirmed, trying to be careful and not fall down.  The crop hit her a fourth time.

       “Jill there will be more if you fight us.  You will submit, trust me.”

       At Mistress Joanne’s words, a terrorized and pain filled Jill nodded her head, affirming she would surrender.  As she did so, she remembered the “Slave Contract”.  The contract said she was to obey anyone Jon gave her to, and if she didn’t they could punish or torture her until she submitted to their whims.  Then she remembered Jon telling her to obey Mistress Joanne. She felt herself being propelled toward another door in the fitting room.  The door opened and she was led into another room.  Immediately there was applause.  Now she was scared.  She felt Antoine holding her by her leash, while Mistress Joanne spoke to the crowd on a public address system.

       “Welcome, Friends and Bondage fans.  Once again we are here with our monthly auction.  We are most fortunate this month.  Normally we hire a model to come here and be part of this occasion.  Today, we have a real live sex slave as our model.”

       More applause and cheers.  Jill guessed there might be as many as a hundred people in the crowd.

       “Every item on this slave is for sale.  Unfortunately, she is not.  In the future that may change, but for right now she is on reserve.  I am sure you will understand.”

       Jill heard several people moan and groan, even complain.  Jill hoped Mistress Joanne would keep her word.  While Mistress Joanne continued with her banter, Antoine was walking her around the stage, then off the stage and into the audience.  The crowd was being allowed to touch and fondle her.  Some even slapped her bare ass and pinched her nipples which were poking out of the holes in the leather bra.  She could hear people talking, telling other what they would like to do to her.  Finally, Antoine took her back up on the stage.

       The auction began.  First to go was her bra.  As soon as her breasts were bare, she heard “Ooohs’ and “Aaahs” from the crowd.  Jill was made to turn about, showing off her breasts.  She hear one very deep voice say, “Nice tits!”.  That brought some laughter.  The someone said, “Whip her tits!”  Jill was still intimidated, but she liked the compliments about her breasts.

       Jill felt Antoine get behind her an grasp her bound arms, pulling her tight into his body, holding her there with her exposed breasts pushed out towards the crowd.  She heard  the sound of a whip breaking the air, and immediately felt the thongs of a flogger type whip striking her breasts.  She tried to struggle, but Antoine was very strong and held her struggling body in place while Mistress continue to whip her breasts.  Finally the whipping stopped.  Antoine released her, but held on the her leash.

       “What am I bid for this slave bra,” announced Mistress Joanna.

       Immediately, there were shouts from the crowd as the bidders weighed in. In a matter of moments the bras went for 700 dollars.  Antoine again grasped her bound arms from behind as she felt someone remove the leather panties from her.  A world of pain exploded on her again.  She felt the flogger whip strike her pussy, several times, then to the fronts of her thighs.  The whip stopped.

       She heard Mistress Joanne’s voice order her, “Cunt, spread your legs!”

       Out of instinct, slave instinct, Jill moved her feet and spread her legs.  Instantly, the flogger stuck her exposed pussy.  Before she could close her legs, the whip lashed her cunt again.  Instinctively, she closed her legs, but opened them again when Antoine growled into her ear, ordering  her to open her legs and keep them open.  Her poor pussy received five more lashes of the whip.  Mistress Joanne was an expert with the whip.  It has been said that only a woman knows how to really hurt another woman.  Jill believed that.  The whip moved from her pussy back to her breasts again.  She receive four more lashes on each breast for the whip stopped.

       Quickly, Antoine turned her about, and putting his arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body.  With his other hand he grasped her bound wrists and pulled them to one side leaving her ass vulnerable to the whip.  And, the whip did strike.  Ten times the whip found its mark, then another ten on the backs of her thighs.  Antoine spun her around, immediately grasping her by her bound arms and holding her tight while the Mistress stuck her breasts again, five time each breasts.  It seemed her whole body was on fire, and her breasts were catching the brunt of the torment.  The whipping stopped amid loud cheering from the crowd.

       “What am I bid for these leather panties.  I can tell our slave is aroused because her sweet moisture is in the crotch.”

       Mistress Joanne held the leather panties up so all could see the stain made by Jill’s cunt.  The bidding was insane.  The panties went for nearly two thousand dollars!  The corset was taken from her and sold to the highest bidder, as were the thigh high boots.  When the boots were removed, someone put her high heel pumps back on her feet.  Naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded, a well whipped Jill was made to stand there as a few more items of business was conducted, then the auction was over and the crowd left.  Just as Jill was beginning to think her ordeal was over, Mistress Joanna announced a further complication.

       “Jill, my sweet slave, we have one client who has paid a tremendous sum of money for your attention.  Antoine, take her down from the stage.”

       Antoine helped the blindfolded Jill down from the stage and walked her a short distant, then told her to kneel down on her knees.  Jill did so.  In doing so, she felt the fabric legs of a man’s trousers touching each of her upper arms.  She knew she was on her knees, kneeling between a mans legs.

       “Jill, before you is a magnificent cock of a client.  You will suck his cock.  You will suck him to a cum, then suck him dry, making sure his cock is empty and clean.  Do you hear me?”

       A gagged Jill nodded her head slowly.  She did not expect this.  She never felt more like a sex slave than this minute.  What would Jon say?  Does he know?  She knew if she refused she would be whipped until she submitted. Jill felt the gag being removed from her mouth.  She breathed deeply and tried to move her mouth to ease the discomfort of being severely gagged for a long time.  She felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her to the waiting cock.  Her lips felt the cock touch her.  Instinctively, she kissed the head of the cock.  It throbbed, seeming having a life all it’s own.  She kissed it again, then opened her sweet mouth, taking it in.  She heard the owner of the cock utter a soft groan of pleasure as the began to suck.

       Jill flinched as she felt the tip of the crop slap her  breasts, and hearing Mistress Joanna say, “Get into it, Cunt.  You know how to suck cock.  Make this man experience the greatest cock sucking he has ever had, or your tits will feel the crop again, only harder.”

       The crop slapped both her breasts again as she went to her cocksucking duties with more vigor.  As she sucked this cock, the events of the morning were playing in her mind.  She realized the combination of all the things which had occurred, and the feel and taste of the cock she was sucking, was lifting her libido to an even higher level.  Her pussy was a cauldron of steaming emotions.

       As she sucked she could feel the cock in her mouth to start throbbing.  She could tell someone was stroking the cock she was sucking, further arousing the anonymous client.  Perhaps it was Mistress Joanne.  She could tell he was close to a climax.  She doubled her efforts with her lips, tongue and sucking.  Suddenly she felt white hot jets of cum rocketing from this cock.  She sucked and swallowed as hard as she could, taking all of his issue.  She felt the crop slapping her ass as she did so.  Jill held the expended cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it until it was drained.  Eventually, the cock receded from her mouth.  Jill did not move.  She kept kissing and licking the spent cock.  She did not want any more whipping of the crop.

       Jill heard Mistress Joanna’s voice, talking softly in her ear.  “Sweet Slave, you are a magnificent cock sucker.  The Client is very pleased with you.  He wants to meet you, to see  your face.”

       Jill didn’t know what to do.  Before, the cock had been anonymous, now she will know whom she had sucked.  She was not sure she wanted this, but she knew she had no choice.  The blindfold was removed from her face and eyes.  Her first view of the world was of a rather large spent cock.  As cocks go, it was very handsome.  She blinked to get used to the light, then she looked up into the face of the owner of this magnificent cock. 

       IT WS JON!  Jill squealed with delight and she jumped up, and jumped into Jon’s lap, as best she could given her wrists and arms were still in the single glove arm binder.  She kissed Jon’s face, and he kissed her back.  He hugged and fondled her as he kissed her.  She was so happy she wept.  Jon kissed the tear from her face.

       “How are you doing, Sweet Slave,” he asked.

       “Oh, Jon, Sir, I love you.  I am glad you are here.  Oh, I love you!”

       “Well, I guess you are doing fine.  Joanne says  you were a very cooperative slave.  She thinks you are beautiful.  She even offered to buy you from me.”

       Jill replied, “I was scared, but she was good to me.  Antoine was good to me.  Oh, Jon, hold me tight!’

       Jon kissed her, and held her, then said, “I want you to go over to Mistress Joanne and kiss her.  Tell her you enjoyed your morning here.”

       Jill did as she was asked, and gave Joanne a passionate kiss.  She could not hug her as she was still bound.  Mistress Joanne hugged her, and said.  “Some day, I intend to have you to myself for a day.”

       Jill kissed her again.

       Jon the told her to go to Antoine and kiss him, thanking him for his efforts.  Jill did.  Antoine hugged her, and fondled her breasts and pussy as he kissed her a couple of times.  Antoine smiled and said, “With any luck I will have your for myself one afternoon.”

       Jill kissed Antoine again, very passionately.

       Jon was now standing behind her.  He had a black cape in his hand.  Draping it over her shoulders, he buttoned the front, leaving a lot of cleavage, and buttoning it so she would show a lot of leg and thigh as she walked.

       Jill asked, “Sir, could I be untied?”

       “Its time to go home, Slave.  I like you bound like that.  I have plans for you.”

       Turning to Mistress Joanne, he said, “You will have this stuff delivered to my place?”

       Joanne smiled knowingly, “Yes…, in fact I think I will deliver it, myself.”

               

          

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Four

       After her visit to the Salon of Mistress Joanne, Jill found that Jon was becoming more of a strict master.  Jill liked that.  When she was not naked, he liked to see her in the new leather things he bought at the Salon or some other sexy revealing regalia.  He even had a dress suit made for Jill.  It consisted of a soft black leather mini-skirt, and a matching black leather jacket.  On one particular evening when the went out to dinner and a show, she wore this outfit with a white silk blouse, black stockings and black leather knee high boots.  She was stunning.  Life as Jon Folkkes sex slave was exciting.

       One day when Jon had to fly to Ft. Lauderdale, she had lunch with her mother, Anne.  It was not a pleasant lunch.  The company Anne worked for had declared bankruptcy.  Anne was out of a job, with no money coming in she could not pay her bills.  In this current economy, jobs were scarce.  This was especially true for a forty one year old woman.  No matter that she was a beautiful, vital woman and accomplished, the jobs were not there.  But, Anne did not want her troubles to overshadow lunch with her daughter, whom she loved dearly.

       “So,” said Anne.  “How are you doing with Jon Folkkes?  Are you still in love with him?

       Jill excitedly replied, “Oh, my God, yes.! He is everything I ever wanted in a man.  Mom, I don’t want to bore you  with inane details, but I am a very happy woman.”

       Anne was pleased, but had to ask, “Do you think you will ever marry him?”

       “I don’t know, but I would think so.  If he asks, I would say yes.”

       Anne made a curious remark, “Jill, you and I have talked about my relationship with your father, and you have admitted you are very sexually submissive.  I noticed a mark on your wrist that looks like marks left by being tied with a rope.  Does Jon whip you, or better yet, are you his slave, his sex slave?”

       Jill was silent, the admitted the truth.  “Yes…, Mom, Jon is my master, and to quote him, I am his abject, naked, bound and whipped sex slave.  Before you say anything, I love it.  In fact, a mutual friend told me about Jon and his tastes.  My company contracts with Jon’s company, so I worked with him.  I have had a crush on him for some time, so, I asked him about his involvement in BDSM.  We talked about it, and started to date, and quickly I became his slave.  He warned me, told me to get away from him because of his feelings about Master and slave relationships.  So, I knew up front what to expect, and he has not disappointed me.  I love him and I love being his sex slave.”

       Anne smiled, “Baby, I am so glad for you.  I know how you are like me.  I am so glad you are happy and have a master.  I know I sure miss your father, and him being my Master..  He was a beautiful master.  Women like us need men like Jon Folkkes.”

       The conversation stayed on subject, during which Jill told her mother about her visit to the Salon of Mistress Joanne.  Anne smiled as she admitted Jill’s father had taken her to a similar place, years ago.  All too soon, the lunch was over.  Anne had another job interview, and Jill needed to go buy groceries and be home when Jon arrived.

       Jill was moving about her and Jon’s home, tiding up the place.  Yes, she was naked, wearing her collar and cuffs, along with the requisite high heel pumps.  Her mind was troubled over the conversation she had with her mother.  She was saddened about her loss of a job.  She did not want her mother to have these kind of troubles.  She did not know what to do.  With the life style she and Jon enjoyed, she was sure he would not approve of having a mother in law living in his home, interfering in his sadistic sexual activities.  She felt helpless to assist her mother.

       Jon arrived from the airport about an hour later, finding a very depressed Jill.  Oh, yes, she greeted him at the door, hugging and kissing him, welcoming the Master home.  He could tell she had been crying.  Under serious questioning, she finally told him of her mother’s predicament.

       Jon Folkkes sat for a minute, his arm around Jill, holding her close.  “Look, I have no problem with helping your mother.  I like Anne, she’s a nice lady and a beautiful woman, and don’t want her to have this kind of problem.  Let me think about it, and maybe I can find a solution.  I hate to sound harsh, but she cannot live here.  I love our life, and the fact that you are the most perfect sex slave, and companion a man could ask for.  You and what we have are the most important things in my life.  I am not willing to give up what I have with you.”

       Jill felt so much better.  Jon was going to work on a solution.  Maybe they could help Anne, she hoped.  With that assurance, she led a hungry Jon Folkkes to the dining room and a delicious pot roast.  It was good to have him home, and to be his slave.

       After Jill had cleaned up the dinner dishes, she went into Jon’s office.  He was sitting at his desk finishing up his FAA flight logs.  He had showered and was nude.  Jill sat down on a little couch across from his desk.  She was still naked, wearing only her collar, wrist and ankle cuffs along with a pair of black leather high heel pumps.  He turned away from the desk to face her.

       “It’s been a long day, Lady.  We had some very bad storms over Florida, and we had one Hell of a time getting into Fort Lauderdale airport.  I took a couple of aspirins for my head ache, but I need a little something more.  Come over here and suck my cock for a bit.”

       A smiling Jill Combs jumped to her task.  Kneeling, she grasped his magnificent cock with her right hand, cupping his balls with her left hand, and began to suck his cock.  What a beautiful sight she was.  Her pretty mouth working his cock, while her delicate hands were making him feel much better. 

       This went on for about five minutes, when he said, “Slave, stop for a minute.  I think I have solved your mother’s problem.”

       Jill, on his insistence got up and sat down on his lap.  His arms wee around her as he kissed her and cuddled her.  His throbbing cock was pushing up against her ass. 

       “May I ask what solution you have come up with, kind Sir?”

       “Yeah, you can.  Look, Anne was a sex slave to your father.  She loved that life, and misses it very much.  I am thinking of letting her live here…, as a sex slave to me, just like you.”

       Jill was shocked.  “No!  She’s my Mom.  I couldn’t do that to her!”

       Jon put his hand tightly across her mouth, stiffening her words.  “Stop, just a minute!  You are my sex slave, and you never tell me no.  Listen to me.  You are my sex slave, and I mean to keep you that way.  Now, we have talked about me giving you to someone else, which means I may want to fuck and torment another man’s sex slave.  You know that will happen.  Now, your mother was a sex slave, and loved it.  The question should be, would your mother consent to be my sex slave.  You are my love, but she would be another sex slave to me.  I would make sure she had a good life.  She would live here with us.  There would be a generous allowance available to her.  I will pay her expenses like clothing, etc.  Anne would not have to worry about having a job, or the humiliation of hunting a job, or where she is going to live..  The only requirement is that she would be my complete abject naked bound sex slave, living by the same rules you live by.  She could never replace you, but it would be good for Anne, and I admit I kinda like the idea of two sex slaves.  Now, I am going to remove my hand from you mouth.  Sit here, and think about it.  What I want to hear from you is how we can do this, to make this happen.  Remember, the decision is hers, and hers alone.  If this does not appeal to her, then there is no problem.  I am not going to kidnap her.  She will have to want to be a slave, and come here on her own.  So, basically, you are wrong to yell ‘no‘ to me.  Stand up”

       Jill knew she had screwed up.  She did as Jon ordered.  She did not notice he pulled a penis gag from the top drawer of his desk.  He held it up to her mouth.

       “Open that sweet mouth of yours”, he commanded.

       Jill opened her mouth.  There was no thought of rebellion.  John pushed the large penis gag into her mouth, the pulled the straps to the nape of her neck and bucked it tightly, holding the gag deep into her mouth.  Next, he locked her leather wrists cuff behind her back.  Grasping one of her nipples he pulled her down the hall to the bed room, under and “eye” bolt mounted in the ceiling.  He made her bend over, letting her full breasts hang down, pointing towards the floor.  Using two strands of rope, he quickly wound the ropes around the base of her breasts, pulling the ropes tightly, causing them to balloon on her chest.  Making Jill stand up, he bound the two breast ropes together.  Another rope was tied to that rope, the other end was pushed through the ceiling eye bolt.  Jon pulled on the rope until it was taut, pulling Jill’s tightly bound breasts towards the ceiling.  When she was standing on her tip toes, much of her body weight suspended on her breasts, he tied the rope off.  Jill was in pain.  She looked down at her bound and abused breasts and whimpered softly.  Jon’s cock was hard.  Jon liked when she was in a predicament she could not control.  Any movement on her part would add to the distress on her breasts.  Her pretty blue eyes were looking pleadingly at Jon, as if to beg for mercy.  Jon paid no attention as he selected a flogger type whip from his dresser.

       Jon Folkkes walked around her to get a view of his beautiful sex slave, and to admire his handy work.  Using the whip, if lashed different luscious parts of her body.  Her ass, thighs, both front and back, and of course her pussy received their fair share of attention.  His select target, however, were her breasts, those bound beauties awaiting his consideration.  He leaned down and kissed each nipple, licking and nibbling on them.  This felt good.  Jill trembled with arousal at this delicious torment  His finger found her pussy, and pushed on inside this precious facility.  Jill closed her eyes as she enjoyed this intrusion.  Her cunt was hot, and it was wet.  He smiled as he stood up and pulled his hand from her pussy..  He raised his whip and brought it hard down on her bound breasts.

       Given the tight bondage he had forced onto them, her breasts did not move, only jiggled ever so slightly.  Jill moaned.  Again, and again, he lashed out at her breasts.  Because of their bondage, they were purplish, now there were whip striations on them.  When he had lashed each breast ten times, he ceased the whipping.  Jill was crying into her gag as tears ran down her cheeks and splashed on to her abused breasts.

       After releasing her breasts from the ceiling suspension, he untied them.  They ached as the blood flow was restored, sending signals to her pussy, creating more heat and moisture.  Jon picked her up and laid her on the bed, on her back, trapping her bound wrists under her.  He moved to where he was laying between her widely spread legs.  Jill was looking down, over her gag, watching Jon.  She did not know what he was going to do, and what ordeal he would put her through. 

       He was laying down on the bed between her widely spread legs, with his face above her pussy.  He smiled at her, then moved his face and mouth to her pussy.  When his tongue touched her whipped pussy lips, it was like a bolt of lightning struck her.  The pleasure was so great, it was almost painful.  His tongue slipped inside her, the danced around her nether lips.  She raised her hips to meet his lips and tongue.  She was rewarded as his tongue attacked her clit.  She nearly lost her mind when he did that.  In a matter of about thirty seconds she was cumming.  His tongue was relentless.  It kept lasing her clit, slipping inside, and then attacking her clit again.  Another climax exploded in her, then another, then it seems all her orgasms were running together.  With the penis gag in her mouth it was hard to breathe, or was she so buried in the depths of her own orgasms that she could not breathe.  It appeared that she passed out at one point. 

       When she came back to consciousness, Jon had stopped sucking her cunt.  He was now on top of her, his cock buried deep in the pussy.  He was fucking her like a man possessed.  Suddenly, he stiffened, and with a growl from deep in his chest, his cock erupted, spewing it’s whit hot molten contents into her waiting cunt.  He kept moving until he was spent, then he collapsed onto Jill.  After a moment or two, he pulled his cock from her well used and well whipped pussy and lay down beside her.  Jill could see beads of sweat on his face and chest.

       Jon lay there for a minute or two, then turned to Jill.  He put his arm under and around her, pulling her to his body.  With his other hand, he removed the penis gag from her mouth, then he kissed her.  A fully sated Jill returned his kiss, pressing her lips against his as hard and passionately as she could.  She loved this man, and what he does to her.  She could not imagine a life without him, the way he made love to her and his torture of her body.

       After they kissed, Jill pulled her head away from him, slightly, and whispered, “You’re right, Sir.  I am sorry I questioned you.  I will talk to my mother.  I think she would make a wonderful sex slave for you.”

       “Well, we will have to see about that.  It is up to Anne.  In the mean time, you need to be punished for questioning me, and using the world ‘no’, when you know that is not allowed.  I think tomorrow morning will be the prefect time for punishment.”

       Jill thought she had just been punished.  But, as she thought about it, there had been some pain, especially to her breasts, but then Jon had eaten her pussy and gave her a magnificent climax.  The she realized Jon was right, and perhaps she did need to be punished.

       Jon kissed her again.  His cock was rising to the occasion, again.  He started to put Jill on her back so he could fuck her again, but Jill made a request.

       “Jon, please, let me suck your cock for you.  I want to do this.  I want to worship you and your cock.”

       Jon smiled and lay back on his pillow.  He released Jill’s wrists, and watched as she did what she does best.  Jon knew he was one very fortunate man.  In the back of Jill’s mind, there was the thought that perhaps if she sucked Jon, giving him a wonderful cum, maybe that would lessen her punishment.

       Both Jon and Jill were up early.  One of his pilots was coming by to pickup the log books for the Gulfstream G5.  This pilot was flying to Anchorage with a full passenger load of oil executives.  Later in the day, Jon had a short hop to Denver and back.  He would take the smaller Beech KingAir 350.  Jon was dressed in a jogging suit, while Jill was wearing her usual high heel shoes, wrist and ankle cuffs, along with her collar.  Jon allowed her to wear a black silky robe, a very thin robe because of his pilot coming to the house..  In the bright light, it was see through, however in the subdued light of his living room and office, a casual observer was not sure he could see through the material, or if it was just shadows, or wishful thinking.  The robe was short, ending halfway between her knees and ass.  Much of her delicious legs and thighs were easily observed.

       Jill knew it might be possible for someone to see through the robe fabric, but she was Jon’s slave, and she would do as he said.  She was sure any observer would see her wrist and ankles cuffs, and possibly her collar.  She figured the best way was to act normal and not cause any undue attention to yourself.

       When Jon’s pilot, Mack Geiger, rang the front door bell, Jon told her to answer the door.  It was obvious Mack was not expecting such a beautiful woman to answer the door, so erotically dressed   Mack stood there, looking at Jill,  His eyes moved rapidly from her pretty face, down the front of the robe to her beautifully shaped legs.  His eyes did linger at her ankles, looked at the cuffs and high heel shoes.  Jill had to get his attention and invite him into the house.  Mack regained some control over his libido and came in. 

       Jon came into the living room, bringing the log books with him.  He and Mack Geiger had a short conversation about his flight to Alaska, then Mack left.  Even though Mack and Jon were talking, Mack’s eyes never left Jill.  Before he left, she could tell he had an erection by the tenting of the front of his trousers.  As soon as Mack left, she removed her robe.  Jon hugged her, kissing her and fondling her breasts.

       “Slave, you about drove poor old Mack crazy.  I should keep you out of sight, for his sanity, but it is fun to watch the reaction of men to you, especially like this morning.”

       Jill admitted to herself that it was enjoyable, and exciting to know that she could arouse a man like she did to Mack Geiger.  She reasoned  she was John’s slave, so if that is what he liked, the she would obey.

       Jon kissed Jill again, the got serious.  “Sweet Slave, you have some punishment coming this morning.  Go into my closet, and there is a black brief case there.  Bring it to me.”

       When Jill returned to the living room, Jon was sitting in a rather large overstuffed easy chair.  In her absence he had undressed, and was no sitting on the chair, naked, with a massive erection.  Jill handed the brief case to Jon.  He opened it and handed her a penis gag mounted on a leather strap, with a lockable buckle.

       Jon kissed her, then said, “I want you to gag yourself.  Make sure the strap holding the gag in your mouth is tight so the gag will not come out.”

       Jill put the penis gag into her mouth, pushing it in until it filled her pretty warm mouth, her lips wrapped around the base, now covered up with leather strapping.  She connected the buckle, and did pull it tight before it locked into position.  Jill closed her eyes for a second, and swallowed to overcome a slight gagging reflex.  Jon was now standing up with a collar in his hand.  Jill held her hands behind her back as he removed her collar and placed the new one around her neck.  This collar was wider, making her hold her head high.  There were “D” rings on the side and the front and back of the collar.  Using the wrists cuffs already on her, he locked them together in front of her.  He grasped her bound wrists and pulled them high, over her head and down to the back of her neck.  Quickly he used a piece of rope to bind her wrists to the back of her collar.  Now her posture was more erect, pushing her breasts out.  Jon was not through, and since this was new to Jill, and she knew she was going to be punished, she was concerned.

       Jon went back to the brief case and produced an item Jill has never seen.  Admittedly she had see pictures and videos showing out the device was used.  It was a rather large chrome plated hook.  It was smooth, and the thickness was not quite the size of a average cock.  Now, Jon told Jill to bend over  This she did.  He retrieved a tube of vaginal lubricant from the case.  With a dollop on his large finger, he lubricated the precious little brown “button” like entrance to her ass.  Then, using the same lubricant, he put some on the hook, known in BDSM circles as an “ass hook”.  Jill knew what was next.  Having never been in this position, she was nervous.

       Jon Folkkes was firm, but he was considerate.  Gently, but firmly, he inserted the ass hook in Jill ass hole, pushing it in until the was firmly lodged there.  Jill could feel the cold steel hook as it was slipped into her ass.  Jon made her stand up.  Now, he released the rope from her wrists to the collar.  He did leave the rope running through the “D” ring at the back of the collar, and still tied to her wrists cuffs.  He ran the rope down to the ass hook.  The ass hook had an “eye” loop at the top of the hook.  Jon ran the rope from her wrists, which were still pulled over her head and down behind her neck, through the loop on the top of the ass hook.  Pulling the rope very tight, he pulled her hands further down the back of the neck, towards her shoulder blades, and pulled the ass hook very deep into her ass.  He tied the rope off, thus placing Jill in a very strained position.  Her back was now very erect, her ass was stuck out by reason of the pulling pressure of the ass hook, while her breasts were pushed out because of her arms being pulled over her head, and down behind her neck, held there by a very tight rope.  Jon could see the distress in her eyes.

       Jon Folkkes loved what he saw.  This new bondage displayed Jill to her best.  He ran his hands over her breasts, feeling how taut they were.  As he touched them, her nipples hardened.  Jill’s breasts seemed to quiver.  He smiled as he ran his fingers down and into her cunt.  He wasn’t sure what he would find, given the stressed bondage she was under.  To his delight, he found she was soaking wet with hot pussy juice.  He started to finger fuck her, pressuring her clit.  With in a moment, Jill was moaning softly behind her gag, and her hips were moving, which was quite a feat considering how she was restrained.

       Jon sat down on the easy chair, and while stroking his painfully rigid cock he ordered, “Slave, walk around the room so I can see you.”

       He loved what he saw.  Jill was magnificent, as sadist’s fantasy.  He sat there watching her walk, thinking that the next time he should put leg irons on her, with a short chain between her ankles.  This would restrict her walked, making her more helpless than she is.  The minced steps would maker her raised breasts jiggle more erotically.

       Jill was in an erotic fog.  She was uncomfortable, but not in terrible pain.  Her ass felt as if it was full, and the stress on her ass was noticeable.  As she walked around the room, she could feel the ass hook moving in her ass as she moved.  She tried to ease the stress on her ass by trying to push her arms further over her head and back down towards her ass, but that didn’t work.  The rope was run through the “D” ring at the back of her collar.  Every time she moved her hands and arms, it put stress on her collar and neck.  She did notice when she was trying to relieve the stress on her ass hole, it forced her breasts to an even more prominent position.  She stood there with her eyes closed, trying to assess her bondage.  She quickly realized she was aroused by her predicament, very aroused.  Jill could see her reflection in a mirror mounted on the wall.  What she saw was very erotic, and sexy.  Her image would arouse any man to keep her as a prisoner, and cause him to torture and abuse her.  That thought alone was exciting to her.  As she looked a her image, she could see Jon as he walked up beside her.  He was sporting a very large erection and carrying a crop.  Jon’s cock seemed to be throbbing with the beat of his heart.  He turned her and made her walk to the center of the room.  He walked around her, inspecting her and the bondage which held her.  He loved the position of her body caused by the way her wrists were bound to the large ass hook.

       John reached out and fondled her uplifted breasts, then ran his hand down to her smoldering pussy again.  “Damn, woman, your are enough to drive a man wild.  There are times when I am flying somewhere, I have to really concentrate on what I am doing, because you are always on my mind.  My cock is hard most of the time because of you.”

       Jill liked what he said.  She was still thinking about that when there was an explosion on her ass.  Jon had struck her with the crop he was carrying.

       “Don’t move, Cunt, or you will be punished.  Just stand there with your legs spread.”

       Jill moved her high heel shorn feet, effectively spreading her legs leaving her cunt vulnerable.  Jon walked around her, bring his crop down on one sensitive spot, then moving on to another.  Jill never knew which would be the next target, her breasts, pussy ass, or thighs.  His crop was a significant punisher.  Before long her body was a fire, tingling and burning with the rise and fall of the crop.  Yet, even as she felt the pain, her pussy was beginning to boil.  She could swear her pussy juices were running down the insides of her thighs.

       He changed tactics.  Using the crop, he directed and drove her toward the couch.  Once there, he required her to kneel in front of the couch facing the seat cushion.  As soon as she did so, he pushed her face and breasts down onto the cushion, leaving her hook impaled ass sticking out to him.  Also, this position was forcing the hook deeper in her ass.

       Without any ceremony, Jon kneeled behind her and placed his cock at the sweet hot mouth of her pussy.  Jill was about to lose her mind.  She felt his cock and wanted it in her.  Her dreams came true as she felt his cock enter her heated passage.  He fucked her like a man possessed.  As he fucked her, he would grasp the rope between her wrists and the ass hook, and pull on it, pushing the hook ever deeper.  This was all she needed.  Her climax came in like the molten lava from a volcano.  It seemed the heat from Jon’s cock was scalding her insides.  A second cum was on it’s way.  She was losing a battle for her sanity.  As the second climax stormed in she could think of only what Jon was doing to her, and she never wanted it to stop.

       She did come down from her erotic high, finally.  She felt Jon’s rigid cock slide from her pussy.  Jill felt him untie the rope from the ass hook, then he removed the hook.  He moved around and sat down n the couch, making Jill move to between his thighs, facing his cock, still hard and gleaming with her juices.  The he did a curious thing.  Her wrists were still locked together, with the rope still attached.  He ran the rope through the “D” ring on the front of her collar.  He pulled it, bringing her wrists and hands closer to her collar.  When her hands were less twelve inches from her face, he tied the rope off.  Now she was bound with her wrists in front of her face.

       Jon explained, “Sweet Thing, you are bound and gagged.  You will stay that way.  You will lean forward and grasp my cock with your bound hands and give me a hand job, making me cum.  You will notice my cock is aimed directly at your face.  I am leaving you gagged for a special reason  When I cum, I will be shooting my cum onto your beautiful face and magnificent tits.  Do your best.”

       Jill nodded her head.  Jon struck a reclining pose on the couch, sliding his body and cock nearer to her.  Jill did lean in and grasped his cock with her bound hands.  Jill loved his cock and went to work on it.  It did not take too long.  Jon was very aroused, and ready for a climax.  As she jacked him off, his cock was indeed pointed directly at her face.  Jon leaned back and enjoyed what was happening.  He was facing a decision, however.  On one hand, he wanted to lay back, close his eyes and enjoy what Jill was doing to him.  On the other hand, he wanted to watch her as she worked, and watch as his cum spattered on her face and tits.  What to do?  Well, he did both.  He watched her for a moment, then closed his eyes and concentrated on what she was doing.  As his cum got closer, he opened his eyes and watched her.  Soon, his cock erupted, shooting scalding jets of cum onto her pretty face and awesome tits.  She could feel his issue splattering against her face and  her breasts.  The cum on her face dripped down onto her breasts.  Jill kept jacking his cock, making sure he had finished his climax.  Then she waited for his next move. 

       Jon roused himself and sat up.  Jill was still holding his receding cock.  He removed her gag and kissed her, whereupon, Jill took his cock into her mouth, sucking his cock clean.

       Jon leaned down, kissing her, he said, “Jill, you are incredible.  I love you.”

       Jill’s heart sang.  Jon’s words were precious and held in her heart as a treasure beyond the value of gold.  She was very happy.

       Jill leaned up and kissed Jon, “Sir, I love you, too.”

  

       

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Five

       

       It was Saturday, and Jon had received an invitation to barbeque at a clients house.  This client lived on a rather large ranch in the hill country north of Dallas.  The people who would be at the gathering would be the type that were rather libertine in their thinking, and very sexually aware.  The clients house was large and opulent.  This client had married a young woman of obvious beauty who had been a stripper in a BDSM oriented night club.  Jon did not think the girl was a total sex slave to this client, but certainly they did practice the BDSM arts.  So, based on the information he had, Jon know this party, while not an orgy, would have swingers, BDSM practitioners, and even a couple of porn stars present.  There would be your everyday millionaire and their wives or mistresses attending this gathering.

       Jon told Jill about the invitations.  When she asked him what she should wear, he was rather mysterious, and told her to be ready Saturday morning.  A “costume” designer was coming by the house. About mid morning on Saturday, Jill was in the living room talking with Jon.  She had showered, taken care of her make up and hair.  This morning she was still naked, but he footwear was different.  She was wearing a pair of black cowboy boots with high heels.  Per Jon’s instruction, she was not wearing any ankle, or wrist cuffs and no collar.  The front door bell rang.

       Jon looked at Jill and said, “Answer the door.”

       He made no remark about her nudity, just told her to answer the door.  She did not question him, and walked to the door.  She opened the door, and much to her surprise there stood Antoine.

       “Good morning, Jill.  It’s good to see you again.  We have missed you down at Mistress Joanne’s.”

       Jill blushed, and invited Antoine into the house.  Jon shook hands with Antoine.  It is obvious they knew each other very well.

       “Antoine, I want you to design an outfit for Jill, using body paint, only..  I told you what I want.  Is it doable?”

       Antoine smiled and replied, “Of course.  When do we start?”

       Jon grinned, well let’s go out into the back patio.  There is a lot of room out there, and since there an enclosed area, the wind will not be  problem.”

       Jon motioned for Jill to move to the rear of the house, onto a back veranda, specifically the glass enclosed area.  She still had no idea what Antoine was going to do.  Antoine opened a leather case and started to take out several items, including what appeared to be several air brush painters, several jars of paint, several clothes, and other items she did not recognize.

       Antoine spoke to Jill again.  I need you to stand here, and be very still.  What I am going to do is paint a “blouse” and “shorts” on your body.  Jon tells me that is what you are wearing to your gathering this afternoon.  You will actually be naked as your costume, or outfit will not exist.  It will be painted on  you.  Jill looked at Jon who was standing there, watching and smiling.  She wanted to ask many questions, but decided it might be a little more difficult for Antoine to paint over some whip marks and welt.  She had seen pictures of women with such painting on their bodies, and in fact, for the most part, it was nearly impossible to tell that the clothing was in fact just painted on.

       For the next hour and half, Jill did everything she could to cooperate and assist Antoine.  She had to admit the whole process was somewhat arousing.  The was especially true when he was painting her nipples and pussy.  When he was through, she was allowed to look in a full length mirror.  She was amazed.  Antoine had painted a black blouse on her.  He did paint the blouse to look like it was open at the top showing a lot of cleavage, nearly to her nipples.  There were pockets painted onto the blouse over her nipples.  The ’blouse’ did not come to her waist.  In stead, it left her midriff bar with a simulated knot tying the bottom of the blouse in a knot above her exposed naval.  The “short” shorts painted on her lower half of her body were blue denim.  Since she had no pubic hair, it looked like the shorts covered her pussy and ass, when in reality they were not really covered, like the rest of her body.  Antoine panted small back pockets on the shorts, along with what appeared to be a button fly, which had the top two buttons undone, appearing as it the top of the shorts were open showing her naval and about three inches of smooth bare belly.  The shorts appeared to be hip huggers, and very short with the bottom circle of her ass cheeks exposed. If she were dressed like that, in reality, it would be very sexy.  But, now it appeared as if she were dressed sexily, when in fact she was totally naked.  Her midriff was left bare, her breasts were nearly exposed as was the bottom of her magnificent ass.  She could tell this would be a very interesting afternoon.

       After Antoine left, Jon had another surprise for her.  Around her neck he locked a gold choker type necklace, and matching bracelets.  All three items fit snugly.  Jill wondered why they were locked on.  She knew it something to do with her sexual slavery.

       Jon spoke up, answering her unspoken questions.  “The collar and wrists bracelets are locked on you, and can be locked together.  I can even put a leash on the collar.  To the uneducated, they look like expensive bracelets and necklace.  They are expensive, but they are part of your bondage.”

       Jill and Jon talked about this afternoon, and what was expected.  She probably would not be given to anyone, and in all probability would not be whipped or tortured.  In all likelihood, there would be no sex, however, that could change.  She wanted her to be near him all the times, but, to enjoy herself.  Jill was worried the paint on her body might wear off.  Jon reassured her that it would not.  In fact it was nearly water resistant.  When she got home later that evening, she could cold cream to remove the paint.  Cold cream would remove the paint quite easily.

       Jon opened the door of his Ford pick up and assisted Jill from the truck.  As he helped her down his hand went to her cunt.  It was moist, and Jill knew it.  She hoped her pussy juices would not remove the paint.  Jon kissed her, and offering his arm, they walked into the barbeque.

       The house and it’s grounds were incredible.  The house looked very much like an old anti-bellum southern mansion, obviously located on quite a bit of land.  As Jon and Jill walked toward the house, they saw other invitees arriving.  Jill was very self-conscious.  She knew what she looked like, but felt very naked.  Her breasts were swaying and jiggling as she walked on her very high heel boots.  She noticed that Jon could not keep his eyes off her.  Jill satisfied herself with the reasoning that she was a slave, a sex slave, specifically, Jon Folkkes’ sex slave, and she was doing exactly what Jon wanted.  That was enough logic for her.  She did notice that other females at the gathering were skimpily dressed.

       There were about fifty people at the party.  Jon retrieved two glasses of wine, one for him and the other for her.  The wine tasted good.  Several people, including two couples came around and talked with Jon.  The men seemed fascinated with Jill, while the women seemed to be a bit more hostile.  One man, a Jim Carew, came around to talk to Jon about some future flights.  Later, Jon told Jill that Carew was a former U.S. Attorney, and probably the best defense lawyer in Dallas, or the country, for that matter.

       At one point Jim Carew turned to Jill, and said, “Young lady, I must compliment you on your outfit.  It does become you.  If I am not mistaken, I do believe that your ’clothing’ is painted on you.”

       Jill blushed as Jon answered, “Jim, you are a hound dog.  You know damn good and well Jill is naked.  Let’s put it this way, in language you will understand.  Jill is my sex slave, in every sense of the word.  She is dressed like I want.  I knew you would appreciate it.”

       “Jon, you are exactly right.  She is amazing.  You keep her close, ya hear.  Never know, some hound dog might come along and steal her.”

       Both Jon and Jim laughed, while Jill continued to blush.  Jim Carew shook Jon’s hand, the kissed Jill on the cheek as he left to make some more rounds at this party.  Jill asked Jon if she could go to the ladies room.  Jon gave her permission to go.  Jill went into the mansion, and on instructions from a maid, went to a rather large restroom on the ground floor of the mansion.  She found the rest room was empty.  After relieving herself, she checked in the mirror to make sure her make up was still perfect.

       As Jill stood there looking in the mirror, another woman entered the ladies room.  She was rather pretty, and rather tall.  She had the look of someone very much in charge of her world.  She was in her mid forties, rather stern looking, yet there was something very attractive about her.  The woman was dressed in a pair of white jodhpurs, black riding boots and a black long sleeve shirt.  The woman stopped and looked Jill up and down, then moved closer, still looking at Jill, especially her body.  Jill turned to the woman to discern her curiosity, when the woman spoke.

       “Damn, I knew I was right.  You are naked.  Your clothes are merely paint over your naked body.”

       The woman then reached out with one hand and grasped Jill’s right nipple while her other hand moved quickly between Jill’s legs, grasping her pussy.  A surprised Jill attempted to move back, but the woman held on tight.

       Jill stuttered, “Uh…p…p…please.  That…hurts.”

       Still Jill made no effort to escape the woman’s grasp.  Jill had been Jon’s slave long enough to never refuse an advance on her body.  Normally she would have attempted to step away and flee to Jon.  But she was taken by surprise, and now this woman was holding her by her very tender parts.

       The woman looked at Jill’s collar and wrist cuffs, and replied, “I was right.  You are a slave, a slave to Jon Folkkes.  I don’t know where he got you, but you are magnificent  I recognize that collar and those cuffs.  They are for restraining you.  That’s incredible.”

       Quickly, the woman grasped Jill’s shoulders and turned her about.  Before Jill knew it, the woman had locked her golden wrist cuffs together behind her back.

       “You are just to precious.  I wish I owned you.  I would not have put paint on your body.  I would have made you come to this party naked and in chains.  Come with me, I want to talk to Jon about you.”

       The woman slipped a finger between Jill’s collar and neck, tugging on it she caused Jill to follow her as if Jill was on a leash.  Once outside of the house, this woman removed her hand from Jill’s collar.

       “Now, pretty little slave, I am not going to release your wrists.  They are where they should have been all along.  If you walk beside me, the other guests probably will not figure out that your are naked and your wrists are locked behind you back.  If you give me any trouble, I will put a leash on your collar and take you to Jon as a bound, leashed, and naked slave.”

       Jill answered, “Yes ma’am, I will go with you.”

       “Excellent!  Damn, you are magnificent.”

       Jill walked with the woman to where Jon Folkkes was standing.  Jon recognized the woman, and smiled as she walked to where he was standing.

       “Esther, where have you been!  I didn’t know you were here.  It’s good to see you, again.  I see you have met Jill.”

       Esther Woodhouse replied, “Yes, we have met.  She is magnificent.  Why didn’t you tell me you had a slave.  You know, I must have her.  I’ll pay anything.  Name your poison.  I’ll offer you one million dollars for her, cash.  You have to say yes, Jon.  I must have her.”

       Jon looked at a very surprised and scared Jill.  :“No, Esther, you can’t have her.  She is very much mine, and I can’t imagine selling her.  Yes, she is a slave, a sex slave, but she is my sex slave.”

       “Damn!  I was afraid you would say that.  OK, then lets go into the house, find someplace relatively quiet, and let me experience this creature.  Come on, Jon.  You can’t deny an old woman her last desire.”

       Jon laughed, again, as he hugged a trembling Jill.  “OK, lets go into the house and you can check Jill out, and see what a marvelous slave I have.  By the way, Esther, you are not old, and you are not on your last leg.  Your just horny.”

       Esther Woodhouse turned on her heel, and headed towards the mansion.  Jon and Jill walked with her.  Jill did not know what was happening.  Things were moving entirely too fast.  With her wrists locked behind her back, and Jon leading her to the house, there was not much of a choice.

       As they entered the house, Esther Woodhouse turned to Jon, “They have a pretty complete game room in the basement.  Let’s go down there.”

       Jon and Jill followed Woodhouse down a flight of stairs into what appeared to be an ancient torture room.  The room was complete with whipping posts, a rack, several beds, a wooden “horse”, and other BDSM devices.  There were wrought iron light sconces on the wall.  Woodhouse turn on the lights, and directed Jon and Jill to a well lighted part of the room.

       “Jon, bring her here.  I must see her.  My God, Man, she is incredible.  Someday, very soon, you must let me see her completely naked, not with this paint for clothing.”

       For the next few minutes, Jill stood as still as possible while Ester Woodhouse examined nearly every square inch of Jill’s body.  She slapped her ass, as well as Jill‘s breasts.  She seemed fascinated with slapping her breasts, watching them jiggle, sway and bounce against each other.  Esther ran her finger into Jill’s pussy and proceeded to frig her.  In this erotic atmosphere, Jill was aroused.  When Esther started to finger fuck her, it aroused her even more.  Soon her hips were moving with the cadence of Woodhouse fingers.

       “God, you are a hot one aren’t you.  I cannot imagine the pleasure one could get from you.  Jon, you are a lucky bastard.”

       Esther had her hands to Jill’s breasts again, fondling and slapping them.

       “I suppose you whip these tits, don’t you?”

       Jon, replied, “Of course.  That is one of my favorite pastimes.”

       “Very good”, answer Woodhouse.  “Tits like these demand to be whipped, regularly.  Her ass and cunt should be whipped as well.”

       Esther Woodhouse turned to Jon and asked, “Jon, she is your slave.  I must have just a bit of her.  I am so aroused by her, I am sure I will go insane.  I must have her between my thighs, tending to the ache I feel now.”

       A smiling Jon Folkkes replied, “Sure, Esther.  After all you have done for me, I could not refuse you that.  Jill, I want you kneel between Esther’s thighs, and eat her cunt.  Make her cum like she has never cum before.”

       He gave her breast a squeeze and kissed Jill.  He whispered, “She is correct, you are incredible.” 

       Jill kissed him back, and nodded her head.  Esther Woodhouse must have been very hungry for Jill.  By the time Jon and Jill finished kissing, Esther had removed her boots, and was removing her jodhpurs.  In a moment or two, Woodhouse was sitting on a couch, legs spread, watching as Jill Combs knelt before her and put her lips to the older woman’s pussy. 

       Esther Woodhouse grasped both of Jill’s nipples, pinching them, hard.  “Little slave, I want to feel those pretty lips and that tongue on my pussy.  If you don’t do a good job, these tits of yours are in a lot trouble.“

       Jill gave it her best, and very soon, Esther was humping Jill’s face like a woman possessed of demons.  As her climax washed over her, Woodhouse screamed, calling out the Deity’s name, not once, but several times.  At the end of her climax, Esther was still moving her hips against Jill’s lips. 

       Finally, as Jon helped Jill from the floor, and away from a well sucked Woodhouse pussy, they heard her say, “My God, she is magnificent.”  

  

       Jon had to fly to Calgary, taking several oil company geologists to an exploration site.  This gave Jill an opportunity to talk to her mother about Jon’s proposal.  They had an early lunch at the Lone Star Country Club restaurant.  They were seated in a rather secluded booth in the bar. 

       They talked about the political news, the stock market, the new fall styles, and of course the unemployment picture.  Anne was still very depressed.  She told Jill she was now using her savings to meet every day expenses.  She was not sure what she was going to do.  Jill, speaking low, so no one in the bar could hear her, told Anne of Jon’s proposal.

       Anne was stunned.  She sat in silence, trying to make sense of what she had just heard.  Jill was becoming more uncomfortable by her mother’s silence.  Finally, she couldn’t take the tension, and spoke up.

       “Mother, I am sorry.  I didn’t mean to upset you.  You know how it is.  I am Jon’s sex slave.  He told me to talk to you, letting you know what his offer is.  Please don’t be angry with me.  You were a sex slave once, you know how it is.”

       Anne smiled at her daughter, and reaching across the table grasped Jill’s hand and replied, “Baby, it’s not what you think.  I am not angry with you.  I understand your situation.  I would have done the same thing.  I know you love Jon, and I also know you enjoy being his sex slave.  Look…I am very happy for you.  I think Jon is good for you, and I hope he is a strict master, because I think that is what women like you and I need.  I admit I have looked at Jon, and I think he is a very handsome man.  From what you say, he is a strict, harsh, yet loving master.  I am proud that you have each other, and I would never want to anything to damage that relationship.  I couldn‘t live with myself if I were to create a situation where there was trouble between you two.”

       Anne paused, the continued, “It’s like this.  I am very tempted to accept his offer, it sounds very interesting, and exciting.  I am really worried that my presence would disrupt what you and Jon have.  I don’t want to do that.”

       Jill took her mother’s hand, and kissed it.  “Mother, I don’t think that will be a problem.  Could I tell Jon that you are thinking about it?  Perhaps you could come to the house and talk to him.  That way, if there are any questions, or uncertainties, you and Jon can talk about it.  He did tell me to remind you that if you accept, you would be an abject, naked, bound, naked sex slave like I am.  You would never have any voice in what happens to, and with you.  Like me, you would never be injured, or scarred, but he would torment you, whip you, and subject you to any form of sex he desires.  I know that’s a lot to think about, but he wanted me to tell you that, so you would know what is expected.  Will you at least talk to him?”

       Anne asked, “Does he keep you tied up a lot?”

       Jill thought, then replied, “Yes, but it varies.  There are days when he has a lot of time, and yes, I am tied up a lot, in different positions.  Some bondage is when he makes love to me, and other times, it’s like he ties me up so he can look at me when I am helpless, tightly tied in some revealing or stressful position..”

       Anne smiled, rather dreamily, “I remember when your father tied me.  I can remember whole weekends when I was bound all of the time.  I was his prisoner.  Other things went on, but bondage was an important thing.”  Anne paused, “I really liked it when he tied me, the tighter the better.”

       Jill giggled, “Omigod, I am like you!  The tighter, the more rigid he binds me, the hotter I get.  Yes, I have experienced times when I was bound and tormented for several days in a row.  It was hard, but I loved it.  

       Jill paused, then returned to the subject at had, “So, are you going to talk to Jon, or do you just want to forget about it?

       Anne squeezed Jill’s hand, and answered, “Yes, I will talk to him.  Find out when it would be convenient, and I will talk to him.  I am not promising anything, but, I will talk with him,  In the meantime, I have a lot to think about.”

       Both women were happy, and lunch was a happy affair.  Later when Jill talked with Jon, it was decided that next Sunday afternoon would be perfect.  In fact, whether or not Anne accepted Jon’s offer, she would treated to dinner at the Folkkes house.

       As planned, Anne arrived at Jon Folkkes home at about three Sunday afternoon.  She liked his place.  With the acreage and the thick growth of trees, the privacy was wonderful.  She walked up the brick sidewalk to the front door.  Anne decided to look good, dressing for the occasion.  She was wearing a gray two piece business suit, jacket and matching short skirt.  A black silk blouse was worn under the jacket.  Her dark gray stockings and black leather high heel shoes completed her outfit.  She wanted to be in the mood for this occasion, so she did not wear any underwear of any type.  Her thigh high stockings were held in place with lace covered elastic in the tops of the stockings..  Her soft brown hair flowed down her back, making her peaches and cream skin look even more desirable.

       Anne rang the door bell and waited.  As she was about to ring the bell again, the front door opened.  There stood Jon Folkes, dressed in his usual Texas attire, open neck dress shirt, Wrangler boot cut jeans, a brown leather belt with a Navajo silver and turquoise belt buckle and a brown pair of Nocona western boots.  She had to admit he was one ruggedly handsome man.

       “Anne”, greeted Jon.  “Please, come in.  We are expecting you.”

       Anne walked into Jon’s house.  She was impressed.  It was well kept and nicely furnished.  She was sure her daughter was the house keeper.  That is what slaves do.

       “Please, lets go into the living room”, he invited.

       Anne accepted his invitation and walked into the living room, with Jon following her.  He remembered Anne to be a very pretty woman, but as he looked at her face, and now her ass and awesome legs, he was convinced he had made the right decision.  Also, there was another factor.  Many a man has fantasized about having sex with a woman and her daughter, together.  The thought of having both as a sex slave was an incredible thought.

       As Anne walked into the living room, she wandered about Jill.  Where was she, and was she going to be displayed as a slave, a sex slave.  Her question was quickly answered.  As she walked into the living room, there was Jill.  She was standing next to a rather large, yet small two seat couch.  Jill was naked, and gagged by what appeared to be a penis gag.  She was wearing black patent leather high heel pumps  It appeared as if her wrists were bound or cuffed behind her back, but being held above her waist by a strap connected to her bound wrists and running up to, and connected to back of her collar.  Anne thought she could see evidence of faint whip marks on Jill’s breasts and the fronts of her thighs.  Nothing to be concerned about, but the evidence seemed to be there.

       Jon broke the silence, “Jill, come, hug your mother.  She has come to see us.  Er…uh…Anne, if you would please, Jill seems to be unable to hug you.  Would you manage that for the both of you.”

       Anne chuckled silently, and walked over to Jill, hugging her and kissing her cheek, just above the strap holding the penis gag in her daughters mouth.  She gently touched the gag with her delicate fingers, and said,  “It’s good to see you,  Baby.  You look so beautiful.”

       Jon spoke, “Anne won’t you have a seat, here in this chair.”

       Anne sat in another large easy chair, facing the small couch where Jill was standing.

       “Jill, why don’t you sit down too, while I pour us some wine.  Anne, is Pinot Gregio OK?

       Anne replied, “Yes, sure.  That’s fine.  I sure like your home, and the privacy you have.  I like what you have done with it.”

       Jon smiled, “Yeah, I looked a long time before I found this land.  I wanted privacy.  My business world is pretty hectic, so I wanted a place to relax.  I built the house to my tastes.  Jill tells me she likes it, too.”

       The wine was poured, Anne and Jon were sipping from their glasses.  Jill was kneeling in front of Jon’s couch, within easy touching distance.  Jon was fondling her raised breasts.  He kissed Jill on her gagged mouth.  He turned back to Anne, and spoke to her.

       “You might think I am being rather rude by displaying Jill in this manner and enjoying the touching of her body.  It is nothing more than our life style.  Jill has told me she had explained our life style to you, in depth.  Jill is the joy of my life, and she is my sex slave. When we are in private, like now, I required her to always be naked and wearing high heels shoes.  I see no reason to not enjoy Jill when you are here.”

       Anne replied, “No, I will not be critical of you, and what you two have.  I am happy for Jill.  I think she is very beautiful like this.  Some wise sage once said that a sex slave should be kept naked and bound, with a whip close at hand.  I think she needs someone like you.  I think your lifestyle is exciting, and if it works for you two, then who am I to ask questions.  I know she enjoys being your sex slave.  Not only that, I think she is quite smitten by you.  I think you are good for each other.”

       Jon moved his hand down to Jill’s pussy and spoke to Anne as he rummaged through that wonderful facility, his fingers slowing finger fucking her.  “Jill tells me you are thinking about joining our life style and our family.”

       Before Anne could answer him, Jon raised his hand from Jill’s cunt and slapped her there, quite crisply.  Jill did flinch slightly from the painful slap.  Jon slapped her cunt again, then went back to fucking it and toying with her clitoris.  Jill had closed her eyes and was enjoying Jon’s hand and fingers.

       Anne was watching Jon, and the affect it was having on Jill. Anne’s breasts, and nipples were beginning to tingle and her pussy was becoming moist and was developing that old familiar wanton ache of a cunt needing a cock, even a whip.  The air was filled with sexual tension.

       “Well, Jill knows what a financial mess I am in.  She tells me you are willing to offer ‘assistance‘.”

       Jon replied, “No, I am not offering assistance, or some type of welfare.  You see my lifestyle, and how I live.  What I am offering you is a chance to be a complete, submissive, abject, bound, naked sex slave, just like you precious daughter.  You would be treated as harshly as I treat her, with certain rewards.  You will live here with Jill and I, as my sex slave.  I will pay off your current bills.  I would be the fortunate man who has two beautiful sex slaves at my beck and call.  I would provide for you, and you would have a comfortable allowance.  If you leave of your own accord within a year, then you will receive nothing.  If I send you away, or if you stay with me for that year, then I will give you a $50,000 bonus.  Of course, if things work out like I want, then I would expect you to be here for a very long time, living the life of a beautiful sex slave with your daughter.  So…, I suppose the next question is, ‘what say you?”

       Jon’s fingers were still working on Jill’s pussy.  She was beginning to tremble with erotic excitement as she could feel a climax hovering.  Jon recognized the symptoms and promptly slapped Jill’s cunt, twice.

       “Slave!” he addressed Jill as he slapped her pussy again..  “Don’t you dare have a climax until I tell you so.  Do you understand?”

       A trembling gagged Jill nodded her head.  Her breathing was coming hard and ragged behind her gag and she was still trembling with sexual arousal.

       Jon turned back to Anne, and said, “I’m sorry for the interruption.  I had an errant slave to deal with.  I believe I asked you a question.”

       Anne’s libido was boiling because of what she had just witnessed.  Still, she wanted to answer Jon’s questions.  “I understand my slavery would be complete.  I would never have any choice of what happens to me, or what you do to me.  Jill says that I may even be given, or loaned to another master who will have the same rights you have over me and my body.”

       “Jill is right, and she tells the truth.  It would be a complete sexual slavery.  Anything less would be a sham and not worthy of either of us.  We are not playing a game.  This is for real.  I will be in complete control of you and your body.  If you ever hesitate, or refuse to do what you are told, about anything, you will be tortured and punished severely until you submit and do what you have been told.  The same would be true of anyone I give you to.  The word ‘no‘ is no longer in your lexicon.  That is pretty harsh, but that is the way it has to be.  These are the rules Jill lives by, and those rules would apply to you.”

       Again, Anne voiced her main concern.  “I am glad Jill has you to be her master.  I love seeing her like this.  I would not want to be an impediment to that relationship.  I would not want to become a problem for you, and especially for my daughter.  She is so happy, and I would not want to ruin that.”

       Jon smiled, “Anne, I am in love with your daughter.  I don’t know where life is going to take her and I, but I want to be with her, to have her as my companion and sex slave forever.  I will make sure nothing comes between us.  That doesn’t mean there is no place for you as a sex slave in my household.”

       Anne was thoughtful silent, then replied to him, “Jon Folkkes…, I… guess… you have another sex slave.  I will surrender and submit to you.”

       Jill looked up sharply, still awash in sexual heat.  It was hard to tell, but she was smiling behind her gag.  Jon looked very pleased as he sat there looking at Anne, and fondling Jill’s breasts, teasing and twisting her nipples.  His hand moved back down to her pussy.

       “Anne stand up”, he ordered.

       Anne did as ordered.  Now that she had made the decision and was committed to it, she was like her daughter, Jill.  She was very aroused.

       “Take off your jacket”, was her next order.

       Anne unbuttoned her suit jacket and let it slip from her shoulders.  She folded it and put it on the back of her chair.  On Jon orders she turned about so he could see her.

       “Blouse, remove it.”

       With no hesitation, she did as ordered.  She unbuttoned the black silk blouse, and let it slide from her shoulders.  Immediately her breasts were bared.  Anne was incredible.  Now, Jon knew where Jill got her magnificent tits.  Anne’s breasts were slightly larger, a little more lush, yet were equally beautiful.  They appeared to be somewhat fuller and swayed deliciously as she moved about.  It was then he knew Anne wanted to be his sex slave.  She had dressed for the part, coming to his house knowing he would probably make her strip..  His cock was painfully rigid in his trousers.

       “Skirt, get rid of it.”  He waited with bated breath.  He wondered if the rest of her looked as good as her tits and face.  She did.  In fact, her cunt was devoid of pubic hair like Jill’s.  Her thighs needed the whip and her ass was magnificent..  Like mother, like daughter, she was beautiful, with the benefits of a little maturity.  Jon knew he was looking forward to years of incredible sexual enjoyment..  Anne turned about again so Jon could get a full look at her.  He was so involved with looking at Anne, and being excited about her being his sex slave, he forgot that he was frigging Jill’s pussy.  Poor Jill was becoming more and more aroused with Jon’s manipulations of her pussy.  Finally, as Jon was watching Anne remove her skirt and turning about so he could get a good look at her, the hovering climax crashed in on Jill.  Her body was shaking, she was humping Jon’s hand and she was moaning behind her penis gag.  Jon realized what was happening, so he kept frigging her cunt.  Anne watched as her beautiful daughter succumbed to an involuntary climax.  It was a beautiful thing to watch.  Jill collapsed to the floor.  Her hips were still moving, humping, as if making love to an invisible lover.  Jon picked Jill up and sat her on the couch.

       He turned to Anne, handing her a pair of police steel handcuffs, “Here, put these on, behind your back.  Make them tight,”

       Anne did as asked, and she did make them tight.  Her breasts were rising and falling with her rapid breath, which had picked up rhythm.  With her wrists locked behind her back, her breasts seemed larger, on display.  She wondered what Jon was going to do next.  She only knew she was now naked and helpless, and she loved it that way.  She kept turning about, displaying herself to Jon as he stood, and undressed.

       “Now, I want you to walk around the room.  I want to see you, and be sure you stick those tits out.”

       Anne looked down at Jill, who was now sitting up watching the ceremony.  She had recovered from her climax, yet was aroused watching the interaction between her mother and Jon.  When Anne had walked around the room, she came back and stood in front of a very naked Jon Folkkes, who was now holding a crop.  The naked Jon Folkkes was better looking than the clothed one.  She was impressed with his rigid cock.  She wondered what it would feel like in her, or the taste and feel of it in her mouth.  Anne bit her lip as she anticipated Jon’s next move.

       His rigid cock, throbbing and aching, was a message on how much Jon liked what he saw.  Walking around Anne, he touched, patted, pinched and squeezed the various interesting points of her body.  Taking his crop in his right hand, he used it to swat the right cheek of her ass.  Anne had anticipated this.  Quickly, he swatted the left check of her ass.  Jon kept walking around Anne, using the crop on her breasts, belly, the fronts and backs of her thighs.  Nothing serious, just enough to get her attention.  Her sweet pussy got its share of torment.  He ran his finger into Anne’s cunt and found she was literally boiling.

       “You are hot.  Aroused, aren’t you”, he asked

       Anne stuttered as she replied, Yes…s…sir.  V…very…much so.”

       Jon retorted, “Why?”

       Anne was nearly at a loss for words, when she said breathlessly.  “I guess I am excited to be your slave.”

       He grasped her breast, and squeezing it he leaned in and kissed her.  Her kiss was a good one, one with which he could feel her arousal.  He slapped her breasts.  They bounced and jiggled, finally swaying delightfully.  As he kissed Anne, she could feel his turgid cock touching her hip.  Oh, how she wanted that cock.

       “Slave, anytime I kiss you, or you kiss anyone who has control of you, it will be a very passionate kiss.  I heard it described as a ‘catch me fuck me kiss.”  Do you understand?’

       Anne turned to Jon and kissed him just as he described.  Jon’s cock throbbed with the pleasure of her kiss.

       Jon sat back down, after he had put Jill back on her knees beside his couch.  He also released Jill’s wrists from behind her back and removed the gag from her mouth..  Next, Jon had Anne walk up to him between his open thighs.

       “Jill, I want you to grasp my cock.  I want you to stroke it while I am busy with Anne.  Ann, come here.  Bend over and offer me your tits for inspection.”

       Jon sat there, while Jill stroked and massaged his cock, and Anne bent over, hanging her breasts in front of his face.  He toyed with Anne’s nipples, the massaged and worked her breasts.  They were much more delicious than he could have imagined.  There were pink splotches on Anne’s breast where the crop had visited them.  His cock throbbed painfully as Jill stroked it.  He then gave Anne’s breasts a few hearty slaps, watching them sway and jiggle under this new assault.  After a few moments of this pleasure, he told Anne to stand up, moved closer and push out her pelvis, pushing her cunt closer to him.  He rummaged through her cunt, touching it, finger fucking it, teasing her clit, and to his delight, her pussy was hot, a cauldron of female juices.  Like her daughter, Anne was a sexual treasure.  He slapped her cunt about four times, then ordered to show him her ass.  Like that of her daughter, Anne’s ass was a work of art.  He could imagine fresh whip marks across this ass, and the backs of her fabulous thighs.

       Jon’s mind wanted to fuck Anne, and his cock demanded to fuck Anne.  He told Jill to assist in this endeavor.

       “Anne, I want you to climb up on the couch, straddling my legs, and keep moving until your cunt is over my cock.  Jill help your mother.”

       Jill did help Anne keep her balance.  Even with her wrists cuffed behind her back, Anne managed to do as Jon asked.  Soon. She was kneeling on the couch, her legs spread as she straddled Jon’s thighs, and his fully erect cock head touching the lips of her pussy.  Jill grasped the shaft of his cock and helped it slide into her mother’s pussy.  Anne could feel his cock fill her as she lowered herself down onto it..  It was wonderful, so much so she nearly swooned.  John slapped her breasts again, making her start moving on him and fucking him.  Anne did as she was ordered..  She wanted to fuck Jon Folkkes, and she did so.  It did not take long, however.  Anne had not been this aroused since her husband passed away.  She was out of control.  In a matter of two or three minutes she could feel her climax coming on.  It was like a sexual tidal wave.  If Jon and not been holding on to her breasts and Jill behind her, supporting her, Anne would have fallen off Jon.  She had totally lost control.  After what seemed and eternity, Anne collapsed onto Jon’s chest.  She lay there for the longest time, with Jon stroking her thighs and ass, his cock still buried in her cunt.  At long last, she raised her head and kissed Jon, with passion.  Tears of joy were running down her pretty cheeks and splashing on her breasts.

       Anne whispered, “Thank you, Master, thank you.’

       Jon looked up at Anne, kissed her and said, “Anne, I want you on your knees, between my thighs.  Move down to my cock.  Jill, you mother is cuffed, so I want you to hold my cock while she sucks it.  Anne, you know what to do.”

       And, that she did.  She raised herself from Jon’s cock, suddenly missing the wonderful feeling of it being deep in her cunt.  With Jill’s help, she moved down to a kneeling position between Jon’s thighs.  Anne kissed the throbbing head of his cock, still wet with her juices.  She kept licking it, then slipped her mouth over the heated head, her tongue lashing it.  As she was doing this, Jill was holding, and stroking his cock..  She was no stranger to the taste of her own juices, and tasting them on Jon’s cock was very special.  He looked down at the two beauties, a mother and a daughter.  It was almost more than he could wrap his head around.  This was pure fantasy stuff, yet here they were, his sex slaves.  A beautiful mother and daughter, teaming up to be his sex slaves

       Anne was worrying Jon’s cock like a terrier dog.  She was licking, sucking and moving her mouth about his cock.  She knew her art, and was wanting to show Jon what she could do.  Jon held out as long as he could, but it was just too much for him to endure.  His libido was on overload.  Jill sensed he was about to cum and started to use a more quickened stroke on the shaft of Jon’s cock.  With a deep groan from deep down in his chest, Jon Folkkes began to cum.  It was monstrous, perhaps the strongest cum he had ever had.  Jill was hanging on to his cock as he was humping Anne’s face.  Anne, to her credit sucked hard, taking all of his issue.  Jill held his cock, making sure her mother got a full measure of his erection and ejaculation.  Finally, as Jon was coming back to earth when he heard Jill say something to Anne.

       “Mother, keep Jon’s cock in your mouth.  He prefers you to keep sucking until his cock is empty, and clean.  When it goes down, you can let it slip from you mouth,” was Jill’s instructions to Anne.

       A smiling, and sated Jon Folkkes put his hand on Jill’s head, stroking her soft silky hair.  When she looked up at him, he silently mouthed the words, ’I love you’.  Then he kissed Jill, and kissed her again, while her mother was still sucking his cock clean.  

       

        

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter 6

       Sometimes it is hard to imagine the work it takes to get a new household together, but it was in fact coming together.  Jon Folkkes, Jill Combs and her mother, Anne were now living together, Jill and Anne as Jon’s sex slaves.  Since Jon had to fly on a fairly regular basis, Jill and Anne had some time to themselves.  During these times they would go shopping.  Jon sent Anne to Salon Joanne to be outfitted with leather bondage gear just as Jill had been.  Other times the women would be taking care of the house, and other duties required by  Jon. 

       It did occur that there was too much leisure time for Jill and Anne.  John had to come up with a plan to keep them busy, and enhance their slavery.  In the meantime, Jon was enjoying his world of sex slaves.  On one particular evening Jon and his two slaves were in the “game room”.  Jon’s house was rather large, with five bed rooms.  He converted one large bedroom to a orgy room/torture chamber.  He outfitted it with a large king size bed, a whipping post and whipping bench, whips of various sorts, along with leather restraints, hand cuffs and several hundred feet of rope.  This room was getting a lot of use. Lately.

       Jon, naked, was sitting on a couch in the game room.  His lovely slave Jill was sitting beside him.  Jill was stroking his cock as he was sipping a glass of wine while fondling her fantastic breasts.  In the middle of the room was the beautiful Anne, mother of Jill.  She was naked, wearing only high heel knee high boots.  Yes, she was bound.  Her wrists were locked to a steel bar, about 36 inches wide.  A ring in the center of the bar was connected to a steel cable.  This cable, pulled tight on the bar holding Anne’s wrists, was attached to an electric winch located on the ceiling.  Anne‘s ankles were locked to a spreader bar, holding her legs in a widely spread fashion.  She was pulled taut by the cable and was waiting for Jon to do something, something painful to her.

       Jon had noticed the more Anne was bound, the tighter the better, and the more he punished and tortured her, the hotter she became.  She was thriving on his harsh treatment of her.  He had also noticed that when he whipped her, especially her cunt, it made her even more aroused.  So he hit on an idea, and if it worked, it would be incredible.

       When Jon had empted his wine glass, and concentrated on Jill..  They kissed and made out like a couple of college kids.  Anne was watching the make out session, which only made her crave Jon’s cock even more.  Anne trembled with arousal. Her breasts jiggled when she trembled or attempted to adjust her position.  To add to her situation, Jon had inserted the large chrome ass hook in her sweet rear entrance.  A rope was tied to the hook and pulled up tight, being tied to the steel bar holding her wrists.  The ass hook was buried deep in her anus.  As she stood there, or moved to any degree, Anne could feel the ass hook doing its job of tormenting her and arousing her. 

       Jon had Jill get off the couch and kneel in front of Anne, about six feet away from her mother. Retrieving a medium flogger type whip from the wall of his newly constructed orgy room, he walked over to Anne.  Jill watched as he walked around Anne, fondling the delicious parts of her body.  He kissed her on her full lips, running his tongue deep into her mouth as his fingers were rummaging through her soaking wet cunt..  Anne was lost in an erotic fog.  At long last, Jon pushed a rather large penis gag into Anne’s mouth, locking the retaining straps tightly behind her neck.  Anne was both excited, and scared.  What ever Jon was going to do, it would involve pain, probably extreme pain, hot delicious pain.  At the moment, she hated the pain, and would avoid it, but she loved how it made her feel.  The fact that she was bound and could not avoid whatever Jon wanted to do to her, raise her arousal level.  She knew in her mind she wanted the pain, the hot wonderful sexy pain.

       Jon turned to Jill, kissed her and said, “Jill, I want you to stand and go to your mother.  I am going to whip her ass while you finger her cunt.  I want you to push her to a near orgasm, but do not let her cum.”

       Jill hesitated, “Jon, Sir, she’s… my… mother.  I…have…ne…never touched her like that.”

       Jon kissed Jill again, the replied, “Slave, you forget yourself.  You are my slave, and she is my slave.  That is all that matters.  Do as I say.  Now, play with her cunt, make her hot.  While you’re at it, play with her tits, too.”

       Jill, wanting to obey, fought the old incest taboo that she had been raised with.  In the end her submission to Jon was the answer.  Her Master had given her a job to do, and she must obey.  As her hand went to work on her mother’s pussy, her other hand was teasing one of Anne’s nipples while she kissed the other one.  It was like an erotic electric shock through Anne’s body.  Being bound and touched, along with the whip was exciting, but the incest taboo element raised her libido even higher.  Jon watch Anne carefully, measuring her arousal level as he whipped her ass.

       This whipping was different.  There was no desire to punish, only arouse.  Arouse it did.  Anne closed her eyes, letting herself become lost in a nether land of lust.  Jon continued whipping her, then paused.  He walked around to where Jill was fingering her mother’s cunt.  Jon could tell Jill was excited, too.  He motioned for Jill to abandon Anne’s pussy.

       “Jill, I want you to go around Anne, hug her from behind, pressing your body and tits against her back while you reach around and play with her tits and nipples.”

       He kissed Jill, then waited until she was in position behind Anne, and had reached around Anne’s sweet body and was playing with her mother’s breasts.  Jon raised his whip then brought it down, rather gently, allowing it make a swatting contact with Anne’s cunt.  He set up a rhythm with his whip attending directly to Anne’s pussy.  Anne opened her eyes, looking at Jon in his magnificent nakedness.  His cock was rigid, bouncing and swaying with his movements.  She watched his whip descending to her pussy.  There was some pain, but it felt good.  The whip was creating more heat than pain.  Jill was watching this scene.  Her own arousal was now apparent as she worked over her mother tits with more diligence.  Her mother was moving her ass against her own belly.  She could feel the ass hook rubbing against her venus mons.

       Jon watched, measuring his whip strokes.  Soon Anne was pushing her pussy toward Jon, seemingly inviting the whip.  Jon increased the severity of his lashes against Anne’s cunt.  Anne was now moaning behind her gag and her hips began the beautifully ritualistic humping, as if making love to an invisible lover.  Jon continued with his whip as Jill was watching in amazement as this ritual continued.

       Then, just when Jon estimated Anne was at about her emotional and erotic zenith, he raised his whip high into the air and brought it down hard, crashing against Anne’s cunt.  Jill, still tightly hugging her mother and playing with her mothers breasts could feel the impact of the whip on Anne’s pussy.  Anne’s eyes opened with surprise as the whip struck her heated cunt again.  It was that lash the felt like 50,000 volts of electricity surging through her body.  She went wild as a massive climax was surging from her core depths to her pussy.  Anne lost any logical contact with the world outside her mind and cunt.  Jon’s whip kept lashing her pussy, and her climax kept cumming.  Had she not been bound, held in position, Anne would have collapsed to the floor, lying there, thrashing about as she dealt with the most massive climax she could remember.  At one point her eyes closed, and she went limp, passing out for a moment.

       Jon dropped his whip, and instructed Jill to come around to Anne’s pussy and to began fondling and stroking it again.  When Jill touched her mother’s clit, Anne flinched like she had been shocked, but kept humping, humping her daughters hand and fingers.  Jon back off a few steps, standing there stroking his cock, watching this most erotic tableau.  He watched as these two beautiful sex slaves, a mother and daughter, did his bidding.  Anne was magnificent in her whip induced climax, while Jill was magnificent as she working on her mother’s body, making the climax even better for Anne.

       Anne came back to reality, finally.  Jon released her from her standing bondage, removing the ubiquitous ass hook, and quickly bound her wrists behind her back, and also binding her ankles.  Leaving the gag locked in her mouth, he picked her up and placed her on a king sized bed.  After he laid her on the bed, he turned to Jill.  He gathered her in his arms, kissing her hot lips and hugging her naked body, pulling her tight to his nakedness, and his rigid cock.  He picked Jill up and cradled her in his arms as he carried her to the bed, laying her next to Anne.  A sated Anne watched as with no hesitation, Jon moved between Jill’s legs and thrust his painfully erect cock into her steaming wet and waiting pussy.  Jill groaned with pleasure as she felt his invasion.  She want his cock.  This most recent event had aroused her and she wanted his cock.  Jon fucked her like a man possessed, finally riding to a magnificent cum.  Jill joined Jon as her climax came crushingly down on her.  Jon collapsed onto Jill’s body, his cock still buried deep in his pussy.  A bound and gagged Anne watched this magnificent pair of naked lovers, her daughter and her slave master.

       When Jon Folkkes finally pushed himself off Jill, he turned to her mother, Anne, who was still lying on the bed, gagged and bound, and was still watching her daughter and her lover.  Jon reached over and removed the gag from Anne’s mouth, and kissed her.

       “Slave Lady, how’s that precious pussy of yours?”

       With a soft, near whisper voice, Anne replied, “Just wonderful, Sir.  It is still very warm, but everything is wonderful.  If you had told me that I could cum by just being whipped, I would not believed you.  Thank you, Sir.”

       Jill who was watching this interchange, leaned over and kissed her mother, “I am glad you enjoyed it.  You looked like you were out in space for a while.”

       Anne kissed Joan, smiled and answered, “Well, I was.  I hope to go back there again.”

       Later that evening, after dinner was served, Jon and his beautiful slaves were gathered in the family room.  Soft music was playing, something by Mozart.  Jon was sitting on an occasional chair, at a small table.  A naked Anne was on the other side facing Jon Folkkes.  Both Jon and Anne were naked, as usual.  Ann was giving Jon a manicure.  Like most men, he never paid much attention to his fingers and nails.  This drove Anne crazy.  She thought Jon was a very handsome man, but his nails were chipped, broken and in need of serious care..  Now, Jon liked this treatment, which occurred about once a week.  Anne also gave him pedicures.

       While Jon was enjoying the manicure, he took great pleasure in looking at Anne, and especially her fantastic naked breasts.  They would move, jiggle and sway as she worked on this fingers.  He never knew a manicure could be so erotic.  As Anne worked on his fingers, he would let his free hand play with Anne’s breasts, stroking, squeezing them, and teasing her nipples.  In the mean time, Jill was on her knees beside Jon, stroking his cock and fondling his balls.  When Anne finished with his finger nails, she sat him in an easy chair and gave him a pedicure.  A naked Jill took this opportunity to continue her work on his cock, and to also suck his cock.  Being a sex slave master, especially of a beautiful mother and daughter was agreeing with Jon Folkes.

       At one point, before Jill had a chance to make him cum, he talked to them.  Anne was still working on his toes, while Jill stopped sucking his cock to listen to her master.  Being a devoted sex slave, she did keep up with stroking his cock.

       “Ladies, we are going out tomorrow night.  It just so happens that tomorrow is Sir Steven’s birthday.  Every year, he likes to throw his own birthday party at his place, namely in the converted barn behind his house.  It will be a BDSM party, with just masters and slaves.  We have been invited, and I told Steven we would be glad to attend.”

       Jill and Anne looked at each other with surprise.  Jill was the first to speak.

       “Jon…Sir, could you give us some details?  What is expected of us?

       Jon smiled and kissed Jill, then answered.  “Well, let’s put in the best light we can.  You will go with me as naked, bound sex slaves.  You will be with me, my sex slaves.  Steven knows I have the both of you, so you both are invited to come with me.  I have told you that as part of your slavery to me, there will be times when I may let another master have you to do as I do with you.  I will watch as things progress, but I would not be surprised if one or both of you are tormented, fucked, or made to suck cock.”

       It was Anne who asked the next question.  “Sir...Jon, could you tell us how many cocks we would have to suck?  Please, understand, I am not questioning your taking us there.  You have that right.  I just wondered how many masters would be there.”

       Jon laughed and kissed Anne.  “OK, I know there will be ten people invited to this soiree, plus Sir Steven.  So, if you suck my cock, that would be a total of seven cocks that may want to be sucked, or fuck you delicious cunts.  Any more questions?”

       Jill put her arms around Jon, hugging and kissing him, “No, Sir.  We would be glad to attend this party with you.  What do you want us to wear?’

       “Let’s make it easy.  To make it convenient, and to let the gathering know everything is possible with you two, you will go naked, high heel pump style shoes, your collars, wrist and ankle cuffs.  You will be bound when we leave here.  I will have you wear capes to cover up while we are in the car.  When we get there, I will have you naked and on leashes.  You will go with no one, or do anything with anyone without my permission.  You both belong to me.  Any questions?”

       Two smiling naked sex slaves, his girl friend and her mother, both hugged him, kissing him, pressing their naked bodies against him.  He could not tell which one, but one of his slaves was stroking his cock.  This promised to be a good party.

       Later that night, when Jon and Jill went to bed, Jill posed another question.  Anne had been bound to her own bed.  There were times when he wanted to sleep with one woman, rather than two.  On this evening, he wanted Jill.  Jon and Jill had just gone to bed.  He was lying on his back with his arm around Jill.  She was turned to him, her breasts against his body and her head on his shoulder.  She was stroking his now erect cock,

       “Jon, Sir, could I ask you a question?’

       Jon responded, “Sure, but remember that is how you became my sex slave.”

       Jill chuckled, and continued to stroke his cock.  “Well, before my mother became your slave, you were very rough with me.  A lot of bondage, and a lot of torment…even down right torture.  Since she has become your slave, you are very rough on her, yet not so much with me.  Are you losing interest in me?  Please, why the difference.”

       Jon paused, and replied, “I never thought about it, but I think you are right.  I think, perhaps, it is because I love you, and Anne is only a sex slave.  Yeah, I like her a lot, I like her as my sex slave, but not the way I feel about you.  I don’t know, maybe that is why.”

       Jill leaned down and kissed the throbbing head of his cock, and said, “I love you, Jon Folkes, and always have, even before you loved me.  I love what we had.  You were in total control of me, doing what you wanted to me with no reserve.  You made me do things I never dreamed of.  I loved it.  Please don’t let your love for me change our situation.  I am asking you to treat me and my mother the same.  Yes, we love each other, but I am still your sex slave,  Please, I want to be  your sex slave, with all that goes with it.”

       Just as Jill finished her sentence, Jon moved his hand from around her shoulders, and moving it down her back, he raised his hand, delivering a sound blow to her ass.  Jill gasped, and flinched.

       Jon retorted, “Sweet slave, you will get your wish, now suck my cock.”

       Jon was a happy man as he watched Jill’s pretty head bob up and down, her sweet mouth on his cock, bringing his to a wonderful climax.  Jill felt the fire on her ass where Jon had spanked her.  She gave a little shiver as she realized she was very much a loved sex slave to her wonderful love and master, Jon Folkkes.

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Seven

       “Sir” Steven Mills celebrated his birthday at his own Texas ranch.  Specifically, in a barn located behind his house.  This rather more important barn had been converted to a party place.  Perhaps the best description is an orgy place, a BDSM orgy place.  It was a gathering place for lovers and practitioners of the BDSM arts in in the Greater Dallas-Ft. Worth area.  This birthday party was scaled back, somewhat.  He had invited ten M/s couples to attend this soiree.

       Jon Folkkes arrived about forty five minutes after the time stated on the invitation.  In his truck were his to beautiful sex slaves, Jill Combs and her mother, Anne Combs.  The two women were dressed properly for this occasion.  Both were wearing black leather collars, black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, very dark thigh high stockings which were held in place with lace covered elastic at the tops of the hosiery.  Their “costumes” were completed with black leather pump style high heel shoes.  On both women, their wrists were locked behind their backs.  A leather strap had been attached to their locked wrist cuffs and attached to the “D” ring at the back of their collars.  This strap was short and was holding their wrists will above their waists.  Bound like this, they were helpless, and their bodies were well exposed for viewing, fondling, fucking, and torment.  .Sitting in Jon’s truck, they were wearing black satin capes to cover their nakedness as they were transported to Sir Steven’s party.  Jon pulled his big Ford F-150 into a parking place next to the barn.

       “Ladies, we are here.  Any questions before we go in?”

       Anne seemed more relaxed, however, Jill displayed a little more nervousness.  She had never been displayed in public before, bound and naked, hence the apprehension.  Jill had been at a mansion, to a barbeque.  She was naked at that party, but in fact had clothing painted on her naked body.  That was different.  This time she was to be naked and bound at a BDSM party where it was likely she would be tortured, whipped, and fucked.  She was seated next to Jon.  During the ride to the party, Jon had fondled her breasts and cunt.  She was aroused, but was concerned.

       Jon explained, again, “Both of you are my naked bound sex slaves.  Yes, I suppose anything could happen in there, but just remember, I control what happens to you.  You belong to me.  There is one additional element to this party.  Sir Steven will have access to you both, and there will be games and contests between slaves.  I told Steven that you would participate.”

       His reassurance seemed to take some of the edge off things, but they both wondered about what kind of contests and games would be played..  Jon helped both Ann and Jill from his truck.  Standing beside his truck, he removed the capes from their shoulders.  Now, they were standing outside Sir Steven’s barn, bound and naked.  As silly as it may sound, there was a comforting feeling when Jon clipped leashes onto the front of their collars.  Tugging on the leashes, he led Anne and Jill into the barn.

       They were greeted by the sound of moderately soft contemporary rock music, and the voices of the revelers.  Gathered all about them were Masters and slaves.  The requirement for the party, or dress code was; clothing optional for Masters, and mandatory nudity and restraints for the slaves.  As they looked around they could see the naked and bound  slaves, and Masters in various states of undress.  Both women were glad to see other naked and bound female slaves.  As they stood there they were greeted by a very naked Sir Steven.  He had a glass of wine in his hand and a massive erection.  Jill remembered his cock.  In the past, he had made her suck it, and she had been fucked by it.   Jill was in love with Jon Folkkes, but there was a warm spot in her heart for Sir Steven.  He was the first person who really understood her, and showed her the life style that she now embraced.

       “Jon, I see you made it.  And what do you have with you.  I see pretty little Jill, but who is this other gorgeous creature attached to your leash?”

       Jon replied, “Well, I think you know Jill.  She is now my sex slave.  This is Anne.  She is Jill‘s mother, and is also my sex slave in every sense of the word.  Jill…Anne, give Steven a kiss.  Since you cannot hug him, I am sure he will take up the slack and hug you.”

       Jill was first.  Sir Steven hugged her, kissing and fondling her breasts as he did so.  Jill offered, “Happy Birthday, Sir Steven.  It is good to see you again.”

       Steven hugged her tight, kissing her again, replied, “And it is good to see you.  You know, there are times when I think I should have kept you, rather than give you to this savage.”

       Jon chuckled at his friends remarks.  He got the feeling that Steven might ask to fuck Jill tonight.  Of course, Jon would approve.  Anne walked up to Sir Steven after he released Jill from his hug.  Steven looked her up and down, admiring this beautiful bound sex slave.

       “So, you are the mother of this gorgeous daughter.  Now I see where she gets her good looks.”

       He put his arms around Anne and pulled her to his body, hugging her and trapping his erect cock between their bodies.  Anne raised her face to his and welcomed his kiss while his hand was exploring her body.  The kiss was passionate.

       Steven broke the kiss and said, “My, my.  You are a delicious little slave, aren’t you.  Jon is one very lucky bastard.  I don’t know how he pulled this off, but I have to congratulate him.  You and your daughter are amazing.  I hope to get to know you a little better tonight.”

       Anne kissed him again, and replied, “I’m looking forward to it, Sir.  Please, talk to my master first.”

       Sir Steven kissed her again, then let her go stand beside Jon.  He shook Jon’s hand and they talked for a minute or two about the party and the various guests.  At one point, Sir Steven asked to speak to Jon privately.  They left Jill and Anne standing by themselves for a minute or two before Jon returned to them.  Then Sir Steven left to mix and meet some of the other guests.  Jon retrieved at very large glass of wine from the bar.  He figured he would share it with his slaves. 

       Tugging on their leashes, they walked around the room, seeing and being seen.  The party was well underway.  Slaves were being touched and felt.  One couple was on a couch near the edge of the crowd, fucking away.  A few revelers gathered to watch the celebrants sexual moves.  Another slave was bent over the lap of her master, and was receiving a mild spanking.  Almost immediately, the other guests notice Jon, Jill and Anne.  There was a buzz of conversation about these two beautiful naked slaves.  They looked much a like.  Some speculated they were sisters, while other dared to guess they might be mother and daughter.  Either way, there was an air of excitement about the possibilities.  Both Anne and Jill had picked up on the conversations and were reveling in this erotic attention.  Jon led them to a couch where they sat down, Anne and Jill seated on either side of Jon.  Sipping on the glass of wine, they watch as various couples paired off and enjoyed each other.

       Just as they were intently watching a pretty red haired slave sucking the cock of a rather large man, Sir Steven addressed the gathering over a speaker system.  It was time to get the evening underway.

       Sir Steven welcomed everyone to his forty sixth birthday party.  He received a lot of applause from the revelers.  He did some “house keeping” talking, like where the rest rooms were, his stock of ropes, leather straps, whips and other such BDSM devices.  Then he spoke of protocols, like never touching are talking to a slave without her masters consent.  Then he announced the first event of the evening.

       “We have a very special situation here.  One of my best friends, Jon, has brought two incredibly beautiful slaves with him.  I know you all have speculated about them, so let me clear up the rumors.  Yes, they are mother and daughter, and they are committed sex slaves to Jon, the lucky bastard.”

       Immediately, there was a lot of conversation among the attendees, and lot of furtive glances and stares at Jon, Jill and Anne.  Jill and Anne were surprised by this revelation, there was another surprise coming.  Sir Steven had to make a real effort to regain control of the crowd.  That done, he continued with his announcement.

       “Jon, being a generous master, has consented to lend us his sex slaves for this first event of the evening.  I have decided to pit the mother against the daughter in a contest.”

       There was much applause.

       “These slaves will engage, and compete with each other in a cock sucking contest!”

       Now the applause was much louder.

       “Each master, with the exception of Jon and I, has received a number.  That number was written on the base of your cock.  So when we call the numbers, just look down at your cock and see if your are the lucky master.  We will have our slaves pick numbers, to select which masters will be involved in this contest..  These two masters will lend us their cocks to be sucked by these two slaves.  The first slave to bring her master’s cock to a climax will be the winner, while the other slave, the one who loses, will receive a tit whipping.  In addition, after her tits are properly punished, she will still have to suck the respective master‘s cock until he cums.”

       The crowd heartily approved of this contest.  Applause was loud with cat calls and whistling.  Jill and Anne were stunned.  This was a total surprise.  They turned to Jon, who was smiling at them.  He kissed each of them.

       “Ladies, do me proud.  Sir Steven is waiting for you.”

       Steven came over to where Jon and his slaves were sitting.  He was smiling and his massive erection was bouncing as he walked.  Jon handed the leashes to Steven.

       “Ladies, if you will come with me.  You audience is waiting.”

       As if struck dumb, neither Jill or Anne said anything.  They didn‘t know what to say.  Sir Steven tugged on their leashes, leading them to the center of the room.  There were  two or three spot lights shining on an area in which two easy chars had been placed.  The two chairs were sitting side by side.  There was a carpet on the floor in front of the chairs.

       Standing under the spot lights, he arms around Jill and Anne, Steven again took the microphone.  “Now, for your pleasure, here are the contestants.  Now we must select the other half of this contest.  Jill, from one to ten, give me a number.”

       Jill stuttered, “Uh…how…about…number three.”

       “Three it is.  Who has that number?”

       A rather handsome man in his forties stepped forward.  Jill could see he was naked, and sporting an erection nearly as large as Sir Steven.  Steven told the man to sit in one of the easy chairs.  He did so, the whole time looking at Jill and stroking his cock.  Jill was now beginning to get into this contest.  She realized that she must out perform her mother, otherwise, her breasts would pay the price.  It seemed the man chosen for her was very aroused.  This was a good thing.

       “And now, Anne, give us a number between one and ten, excluding, naturally, number three.”

       Anne seemed to be more in control of herself.  In a clear voice she picked number five.  Sir Steven called out number five, to which a rather young man responded.  He to was naked, and sporting a proper erection with the number “5“ emblazoned on his rigid cock..  He seemed excited about the possibilities and was stroking his cock, too.  Anne was certain she could make him cum before Jill made her man cum.  The second man sat down in the remaining chair.  Sir Steven made Jill and Anne kneel down in front of their respective Masters with Cocks.

       “Alright, here we go.  Slaves, address your cocks.  Cocksmen, if your would please, since our slaves are bound and cannot hold your cock, your own slaves will come forward and hold your cock so it can be sucked. 

       Sir Steven waited until the slaves came forward, their wrists released and were kneeling beside their masters, holding their cocks so they could be sucked by Jill and Anne. 

       When all was ready, Sir Steven continued.  “When I say go, slaves you are on your own to make your cock cum first.  Ready, Set, and GO!”

       Both Jill and Anne bent to their task.  By the time Sir Steven said “GO“, both had overcome the earlier “shock”, and were now ready to win this contest.  Both mother and daughter put their mouths to work of these rigid cocks.  Sir Steven cautioned the slaves holding the cock to not stroke the cocks.  Jill and Anne must make these masters cum with their mouths only.  The gathered crowd came in close to they could witness this contest.  The cocks were hard and the slaves were beautiful.  The contest showed each slave to be competent in the Art of Cock Sucking.  It wasn’t very long before both men were moaning as they enjoyed what was happening to them.  At one point is seemed that Jill had her man ready to cum, but that appeared to be a false alarm.  The crowd was cheering, urging the contestants on to a “creamy“ victory.  Just as it seemed that both women were neck to neck in the cum department, Anne’s man began to buck and hump her mouth.  In a matter of another two seconds he was shooting red hot jets of cum into her mouth.  Anne struggled and swallowed most of his issue, however, a couple drops of the man’s cum slipped down her chin and onto her breasts.

       Sir Steven stepped back into the light again.  “Gentlemen and slaves, we have a winner.”

       He pulled Anne to her feet and presented her to the crowd as the winner.  Cheers and Huzzahs were heard.  Anne had worked hard, using every trick she knew to make her young man cum, and was successful.  She looked over at Jill, who still had her man’s cock in her mouth.  Suddenly Anne felt empathy for her daughter.  Now Jill would be tortured with a tit whipping.  She wished she knew of a way to get Jill out of trouble, but there was none.  Sir Steven sent Anne back to Jon.

       The crowd quieted down as Sir Steven approached Jill.  He helped her to her feet.  Even in defeat, facing a sentence of torture by having her breasts whipped, she was a thing of beauty.  Every cock in the house was hard. 

       “Sweet slave, come with me.  You have an appointment.”

       Sir Steven walked her to a whipping post about ten feet from where she was kneeling.  With the help of the master she had just sucked, she was bound to the whipping post, facing out.  Her wrists were still locked behind her, and to her collar.  Ropes were wound around her body and whipping post.  Ropes above her breasts, below her breasts, and around her waist, pulled tight, guaranteed she would be held in place during the whipping.  The ropes were pulled tight and tied off, guaranteeing no escape for Jill.  Her tits would be whipped.  Sir Steven handed the man a flogger type whip.

       The whip was flicked around and at her breasts.  Jill was not gagged, but vowed to keep as silent as she could as she attempted to steel herself against the anticipated whip.  She did not want to embarrass Jon by screaming.  Secretly, she wished she had been gagged.  The whip was now raised and brought down across her breasts, sharply.  The man held the whip in one hand, and his painfully erect cock in the other.  Poor Jill’s breasts were “dancing” under the whip.  Jiggling, swaying, bouncing, and slamming into each other.  Several times he brought this whip directly across her nipples.  Just as she was about to cry, she screamed.  Two more lashes and Sir Steven stopped the whipping.  She had been properly punished.  Tears did appear and were running down her cheeks and splashing onto her whipped breasts as Sir Steven and her tormentor removed the ropes.  The crowd was awed by what had just happened.  They had seen a very beautiful slave punished for failing to bring her man to a climax.  The whipping was reasonable, and the whole thing was a beautiful and erotic thing to watch.  The crowd broke out into a respectful applause

       They watched as her tormentor sat back down and Jill knelt again to finish sucking his cock to a cum.  Jill was slower this time, deliberate, and attempting to give her tormentor a magnificent blow job.

       Back on the couch with Jon, Anne turned to her Master and asked, “Jon…,Sir, please release my wrists.  I want to go over to Jill and help her bring her man to a cum.  I can stroke his cock and the should help her.”

       Jon unlocked her wrists, kissed her, and said, “Go, precious slave.  Help my other slave, then bring her back to me.”

       The crowd was delighted to see Anne walk into the shaft of light, watching her kneel and kiss her daughter on the cheek as she grasped the cock she was sucking.  Anne cupped and fondled his balls as she stroked his now aching cock.  This was more than he could endure, and his cock erupted, filling Jill’s sweet mouth with his issue.  Anne kept stroking his cock until it had emptied into Jill’s mouth.  Again, it was a beautiful thing to watch.  When Jill let the spent cock slip from her mouth, she kissed Anne.  As they started to stand, they were greeted by a very naked Jon Folkkes.  He helped them to their feet, and amid the applause took them back to the couch.

       Jon hugged and kissed both of his slaves, and said, “Damn, I am so proud of you two!  You were amazing.  Every man in this room wishes you belonged to him.  You have made me very proud.”

       They sat down on the couch, and sipped more wine from Jon’s glass.  Jon was hugging and fondling them, and Jill and Anne were snuggling up to Jon  As they did so, Sir Steven came over to them.  It appears that his cock was bigger and harder than before.  He congratulated Jill and Anne, then spoke to Jon.

       “Jon, you are the luckiest bastard in the world.  These ladies were amazing.  Now, I want to ask you a very big favor.  Would you let me take Anne, and get to know her a little better?”

       Jon grinned, “You mean, you want to make her suck your cock, and then you want to fuck her to oblivion, after you whip her to within an inch of her life..  Is that what I am hearing?”

       Steven chuckled, “In a word,, yes, that’s what I want to do.”

       Jon turned to Anne, and kissed her again.  “Anne, go with this poor soul, and show him what a real slave is like.  Now cut his some slack.  He’s an old guy, so don’t give him a heart attack.”

       Both Jill and Anne giggled at that.  Jon handed Steven Anne’s leash, and told him to enjoy himself.  He then hugged Jill as he watch the beautiful Anne Combs being led away to be tormented, fucked and made to suck his friends cock.  Anne looked over her shoulder, back at Jon, and her daughter.  It was proving to be a very interesting evening.

       All around the room, acts of sex, and sexual sadism were taking place.  Moans of passion, a random scream, and the sound of a whip on soft flesh punctuated the atmosphere.  It was a wonderfully hot scene.  As he was looking, hugging Jill, pressing her abused breasts against his body, he heard her voice in his ear, softly whispering to him.

       “Jon…Sir, please fuck me.  I need your cock, and I need it as soon as you will give it to me, please.  I know that I might be fucked by someone else before this night is over, so I want to feel you cock, first.”

       A grinning Jon turned back to Jill.  The look of lust on her face told the whole story.  She had been made to suck cock, and had endured a tit whipping, but no one had fucked her, let her have a climax, and she was in need of the man she loved and had surrendered to. 

       Jon kissed her again, and whispered, “Slave, I love you.”

       Jill shivered with emotion and sexual arousal when she replied, “Jon, I love you, too.”. 

       Jill kissed him again as he fondled her well whipped breasts.  Then, he gently pushed her back down on the couch, climbed between her legs, and with one thrust, his cock plumbed the depth of her scalding hot cunt.  This evening was getting off to a wonderful start.   

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Eight

       Sir Steven’s party was amazing for Jon, Jill and Anne.  At first, the women had some misgivings, but as the evening progressed they did get in the mood of things.  After the cock sucking contest, Sir Steven announced that all slaves were available to all masters.  If a master did not want to submit his slave to the evenings revelry, he was to tie her up, helplessly, and keep her with him.  Jon opted to make both Jill and Anne available to all masters.  In return, during the evening some three different slaves were ordered to submit to Jon’s tender mercies.

               Jill’s assessment of the evening was correct.  She was fucked three more times and was made to suck three more cocks.  Around her she could see naked bound women being whipped, bound, fucked and made to suck cock.  This was her first experience at a full blown BDSM orgy.  She was apprehensive, but she reasoned she was Jon’s sex slave, so she surrendered.  In the end of the evening, she realized she had a good time.  Granted, she was one tired sex slave, with tender nipples, well fucked pussy, still with the taste of cum on her tongue, but she had a good time. 

       .Anne’s experience was somewhat different.  Her deceased husband, Jill’s father, had taken her to several parties like this.  She knew what to expect.  What she did not expect was the interest in her by the other masters there.  Every one wanted to fuck her, put their cocks in her mouth, and torture her.  At one point, at least four of the men present at the party wanted to gang fuck her.  Actually, they tied her on a coffee table, each fucking her in turn, while she was sucking their cocks at the same time, in rotation.  It seems that fact that she was a mother and a sex slave, and her daughter was a sex slave, made her more desirable.  Every man in the room was having prurient desires for her.  She was at a loss to explain this, but she was a hot item during this party.  She suspected that most men have incestuous feelings toward their mothers.  She had heard most men feel that way.

       As she was tied to the coffee table, she could feel cocks entering her pussy, but since she had a cock in her mouth she could not see who was fucking her.  It always seemed that whom ever was fucking her was also slapping her ass.  She could not count the times she was made to suck a cock, and swallow all the cum spurting from each cock.  At one point she could see her daughter, Jill, from the corner of her eye.  She was an item of interest also.

       When four guys decided to gang bang Anne, Jill was left without a master.  The man was in possession of her decided to leave her while he joined the gang banging of Anne.  He put Japanese butterfly clamps on Jill’s nipples.  Heavy twine was tied to the clamps, then tied to a whipping post.  Since Jill’s wrists were bound behind her, she could not free herself from this clamp bondage.  If she tried to pull the clamps loose from her nipples, the pain was just overwhelming.  So, she just stood there in all her naked beauty, watching her mother being taken by four men, her nipples desperately aching from the vicious clamps.  She stood there quietly biting her lip as she looked down at her tortured breasts.  She could see and feel her torment, but all she could do was endure it until someone chose to release her.  As she stood there, she realized that in a rather perverse way, she was trapped by her nipples, which in a way did not diminish her sexual arousal.  Jill thought to her self, ‘God, I am a slave.  An honest to God sex slave.  For better or worse, this is what I always fantasized about, and now Jon Folkkes has made me a sex slave.  This is what I wanted.”  As Jill stood there, looking down at her tormented breasts, and her nipples bound to a whipping post, in spite of the pain, she realized she was glad Jon Folkkes had put her and her mother into this nether world of sex slaves and masters.

       After she stood there for a while, another partying master walked by with a slave he wanted to whip.  The problem was that Jill was anchored to the whipping post.  Jill was hoping he would release her nipples to ease the pain she was feeling.  He stopped and looked at Jill, assessing her situation.  He grasped her right breast, squeezing and fondling it.  This merely increased the pain level.  Tears edged out of Jill‘s eyes and ran down her face, dropping onto her pained breasts.

       This Master spoke to her, “Wow, I think you are in a bit of a pickle, and I am sure your nipples are bothering you.  But, it’s obvious that someone wants you here, so who am I to interfere with his design for you?”

       Jill begged, “Please, he left me here while he fucks my mother.  My nipples are killing me.  Please release them.  Tie my any way you want until he gets back, just let my nipples rest for a bit.”

       This Master examined her breasts, then replied, “No, I’m afraid I can’t do that.  He wants you this way, and I kinda like it.  You look fantastic bound that way.  If your regular Master wants to interfere and release you, then that is his option.  I don’t feel I should interrupt what is going on here.  Beside, I have a slave I want to whip.  I am going to tie her up on the other side of this post.  You can watch while I mark her pretty skin.”

       Jill, with tears in her eyes, and aching nipples, watched as the other girl was bound to the whipping post and soundly whipped.  From their positions, Jill and the girl being whipped were face to face.  She could watch the girls expression a the whip struck her.  Jill could see the pain in her face, but at the same time she could see the arousal in her face, and in the tears she was shedding.  For several moments Jill nearly forgot her nipples as she watched this whipping.  It seemed severe, but the girl seemed to get into it..  After the whipping, Jill leaned forward and kissed this girl’s cheeks, still wet with tears.  The whipped girl smiled, and kissed Jill on the lips.  To Jill this was hot.  Even though her nipples and breasts were hurting, there was a tingle in her breasts and pussy from the kiss by the whipped girl. The master took the slave girl down and after patting Jill‘s breasts, walked away to find a bed so he could fuck this whipped slave girl.

       Jill was at a loss.  She was hurting, but did not know what to do.  She could see Jon across the room.  He was working on two slave girls, one of which was sucking his cock, and was totally occupied.  Just when all hope seemed to be gone, another master walked up to Jill.

       “Hey, your still here.  I noticed you were here while I was watching your mother.  She is one very hot fuck, and really knows how to suck a cock.  But, it is too crowded, so I thought I would visit you.  If you can’t have the mother, then why not try the daughter.”        Jill looked this masters grinning face, and realized she knew him.  She also realized she did not like him.  This master worked as a service manager of a local car dealership, specifically the dealership where she had her car repaired.  Every time she went to have something fixed on her car, this manager would see her and immediately tried to get her in bed.  He was sarcastic and rude.  As a result, she changed to another garage for her auto work.  Now, here he was, Jerry Tucker, naked sporting an erection and looking at her naked tortured body.  He knew who she was, and seemed very pleased about it.

       Tucker stood there, stroking his cock, saying, “Well, Miss Combs, how nice to see you.  I must admit, you look much better naked.  You look fantastic with clothing, but naked you are amazing.  Naked and being tortured is incredible, and naked, being tortured and subject to what ever I want to do to you is out of this world.”

       Jill know she was in trouble, and her nipples were killing her.  “Please, Jerry…Sir, please, release my nipples, and I will submit to anything you want.  Please.”

       Jerry Tucker smiled as he ran his hands over her tortured breasts, then down to her displayed pussy.  As he finger fucked Jill, he said, “Well, Miss Combs, I think I am due an apology for all the bad times you caused me in the past.  I put up with your smart mouth, and snooty ways, now I think you owe me something, don’t you?”  He punctuated his remark with a sharp slap on each of the ass cheeks.

       A tearful Jill answered, “Yessir.  I do apologize.  If you would release my nipples, I will show you how appreciative I can be.  Please, anything you want, torture me in some other way.  Please, my nipples are really hurting.”

       Jerry put his hands on her breasts again, patting them, increasing the pain, and replied, “OK, I hate to do this because your tits look great clamped up this this.  But, if you insist, I’ll take mercy on you, although I don’t think you deserve it.  This will hurt a bit.”

       With that, he took. the butterfly clamps off her nipples.  Pain surged through Jill, driving her to her knees, tears streaming down her pretty face and splashing on her aching breasts.  With her wrists still locked behind her, she could not wipe away the tears, or ease the pain in her nipples and breasts..  It felt like the fires of Hell were in her breasts.  He leaned down and started massaging her breasts and nipples.  Initially, the pain increased with his manipulations, but then the pain subsided, then the pain miraculously translated into sexual heat and traveled straight to her cunt.  Jill did not like Jerry Tucker, and was not thrilled to be subject to his sexual whims, but as he manipulated her breasts, she admitted she was becoming aroused.  ‘Omigod, I am truly a sex slave.  I am being aroused by a man I detest’ she thought as the heat in her cunt rose. She was helped up, and taken away, away to a large easy chair where he could sit while Jill sucked his cock.  As she was made to kneel in front of this chair, suddenly she was pushed forward, face down on to the seat cushion of the chair.  Tucker made her move backwards so her abused breasts were hanging free.  Only her face and shoulders were on the chair cushion as she knelt there.

       “Now, Miss Combs, I have always wanted to fuck you, so get ready.  When you were in my dealership, making snaky remarks to me, I had always thought about how sweet it would be to have you bound and naked.  I promised myself if the ever happened, I knew I was going to fuck you.  So, get ready, I am going to fuck you.”

       Jerry plunged his rigid cock into Jill’s moist, no.., soaking, cunt.  He fucked her like a mad man.  Jill, did not like Jerry Tucker, but admitted, reluctantly, his cock felt good.  Jerry reached down and fondled Jill’s abused breasts. At one time it appeared he was hanging on to her breasts to be able to fuck her harder, thrusting his cock deeper into her..  It was obvious that he did not care if she had a climax.  He was seeking revenge and getting his satisfaction.  As he continued to fuck her, he was slapping her ass.  Finally as he was nearing his climax, he slapped her ass again, and pulled his cock from her pussy.  Jill’s pussy was hot, and now aching for a climax, a climax from a man she detested.  Jerry Tucker stood up, his rigid cock gleaming with Jill’s juices.  He stood there, looking down a the fine abused ass of the haughty Jill Combs.  The untouchable Jill Combs.  He could have never imagined this could have ever happened.  Jerry made Jill kneel up straight while he moved around her and sat down in the easy chair.  In doing so, he picked up a riding crop which was laying on the floor beside the chair.

       “Now, Miss Combs, look what you did.  My cock is all messy with your cunt juice.  Here’s what’s going to happen.  You are going to use that pretty mouth of yours to clean my cock of your juices.  The same mouth that used to utter smart assed remarks and insults.  Then you are going to suck my cock to a cum, and you will swallow all my cum.  Do you hear me, Miss Coombs?”

       Jerry swatted her abused breasts, punctuating his demands.

       A very humble Jill replied, very contritely, “Yessir, please let me suck you cock.”

       Jerry gave each of her breasts another swat from the crop.  Then he put his hand behind her head, pulling it and her sweet mouth to his urgent cock.  Jill kissed the head of his cock and started to lick and suck on it, cleaning it of her juices as he demanded.  She even moved under his cock to lick his balls.  Finally, Jill took Jerry Tucker’s cock into her mouth, and began sucking it, using every trick she knew to make him cum, thereby easing her tortured time with him.

       Back to Anne.  Her torment continued unabated.  In fact Anne was in such demand, before the evening was over, Jon had to take her under his wing and make her off limits.  After he rescued her from a master who enjoyed whipping her cunt, he brought her back to the couch he had occupied.  He left her arms locked behind her back, but he also bound her ankles and thighs so no one would lead her away. 

       Jon kissed Anne, and asked, “I have to ask you a question.  You have lived with me for nearly six months as my sex slave.  What do your think?  Did you make a good decision to submit to me?“

       Anne kissed him and replied, “Well, dear Master, I was not too sure at first.  I did not want to ruin what you and Jill have.  It has worked out just fine, and yes, I am glad I am your sex slave,  You are a little rougher than I have experienced, but I love it, Sir.“

       Jon kissed Anne again, and said, “Well, let me tell you, it is a pleasure.  You are one very beautiful and hot sex slave.  You and Jill drive me to distraction.  There are days when my cock stays hard all day.  You and Jill are directly responsible for that.“

       Anne thanked Jon for her slavery to him, and to show her appreciation, she went to her knees and sucked his cock, draining him.

       Eventually, Jill was brought back to Jon.  While she had been well fucked and well whipped, she had an easier time of it than her mother.  The evening was winding down, and Jon felt it was time to make their departure.  Both Jill and Anne were exhausted.  Jon released both Anne and Jill to let them go to the women’s lounge to clean up and refresh themselves.  Shortly they returned to Jon, happy, but tired.  Smiling they turned about, in unison, to let Jon lock their wrists behind their backs.  As soon a Jon had performed this delightful duty, the three of them were met by Sir Steven as they were leaving.

       “Jon, thank your for coming, and especially for bringing these two magnificent slaves with you.  Everyone is talking about them.  Jill, I still say I should have kept you, and enslaved you.  You are magnificent.”

       He kissed Jill, then to Anne, kissing her and saying, “Sweet mother, you are as special as your daughter.  If I had known Jill had a mother like you, I would have kidnapped the both of your, and kept you forever!  I sure hope I am able to see you again.”

       Jon and Steven talked for another minute or so, then he took his beautiful slaves and headed home.  It was a fantastic party, but every one was tired, or can we say, “fucked out”.  On the way home, both Jill and Anne fell asleep.  Even though their wrists were still locked behind their backs, and their ankles tightly bound, sleep came easy.

       Jon Folkkes and his household of sex slaves went back to their every day life.  Late the next morning, a naked Jon Folkkes was in the kitchen making coffee and looking in the refrigerator to see what he had to make for breakfast.  A very sleepy naked Jill made her way into the kitchen.  She was wearing her high heel shoes as required.  She came to Jon and hugged him, raising her face to him for a good morning kiss.  They hugged each other, and held their lips together in a very long and passionate kiss.

       “Good morning, Sir”, she said sleepily.

       Jon kissed her again, and answered, “Good morning.  Did you sleep well?”

       Smiling, Jill replied, “Yes…yes Sir.  I don’t even remember going to bed.  Also, I notice you did not lock my wrists behind my back.”

       “Hmmm, well, when I put you and your mother to bed, you both were so tired, or should I say, fucked out, I decided to make you as comfortable as I could, so I did not restrain either of you.  Never, fear, tonight is another night.”

       Over morning coffee they talked about the party.  Jill even told Jon about Jerry Tucker.  Jon explained that this is one of the hazards of being a true sex slave.  He promised he would never knowing make her submit to Jerry Tucker.  Jill kissed him and thanked him for this promise.  He remarked that she had some very interesting striations and bruises on her breast.  She told Jon her breasts were not as tender as she expected.  In fact, in the past, Jon had whipped her breasts harder than they were during the cock sucking contest.  Both agreed they would like to attend future soirees of this type.

       Jill asked Jon, “Did you notice the pretty redheaded slave?”

       Jon replied, “Yeah, when  you were being taken by her master, she was given to me.  She was hot, but not like my ladies.”

       “Did you notice the collar she was wearing?”

       “Yeah, I have seen those before.  Her master got it from a place called Axmar.  They make two types.  The one she was wearing was permanent.  The only way to get it off is to destroy it, cutting it.  So, she has to wear it forever.  There is another type that can be unlocked with a special key.  Yeah, I liked it.  Why do you ask?”

       Jill paused, “Oh, nothing.  I really liked it.  I have heard about collars that are permanent.  I wonder what it would be like to wear one of those, and be subject to what it means?”

       Jon smiled, “Well, little slave, be careful what you wish for,”

       Jill hugged Jon, pressing her naked breasts against him, and kissed him.

       Jill, with a husky lust laden voice, said, “Oh, Master Jon, I really love you.”  

       The Folkes household spent the day just resting and relaxing.  The usual dress code was still in force, but there was no BDSM pressure on his slaves.  Later that evening, the three shared the same bed.  He made sure both of his slaves were well fucked.   Life was good for Jon, Jill and Anne.

       There were problems coming, however.  The next week Jill got a call from Deep Rock Oil Corporation, LLC.  It seems the Security and Exchange Commission, along with the U.S Attorney for the Dallas district was investigating some stock exchanges, business practices, sales, and supposedly false book keeping.  Since Jill had been the chief accountant at Deep Rock during the period of time under question, the federal authorities wanted to talk to her.  She had to spend four days with the federal auditors who seemed to take great delight in grilling her, seemingly accusing her of misdeeds.  Jill was at her wits end, and becoming more depressed every day.  Jill wondered if they were so brutal to her because she was an attractive female.  She was being threatened with prosecution, and possible prison time.  All this made her rather desperate, upset and irritable.  As a result there was some tension in the Folkkes residence.  Both Anne and Jon knew this would pass, so they did their best to boost Jill’s morale.  On Wednesday night, Jon and Jill went to bed.  As usual he locked her wrists behind her back.  He fucked her, but it was obvious that she was distracted.  Later that night Jon was awakened by the sound of Jill quietly sobbing.

       “Jill…Jill, what’s the matter“, Jon asked.

       Jill replied, “Jon, please hold me.  Hold me tight.  I am so scared.  I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but they won’t listen to me.  They say I might go to prison.  What am I going to do?”

       Jon hugged and kissed her.  They talked for a while, when Jon offered to get her another attorney if she felt that is what she needed.  She chose to wait a bit longer to see how things turned out.

       On Thursday of that week, Jill again was summoned to the Federal Court House in Dallas.  She dressed in the most conservative clothing she owned.  A white open neck silk blouse, which showed considerable amount of cleavage, a two piece gray business suite, with a rather short skirt, a pair of dark gray hose and garter belt, along with black leather shoes was the outfit she chose to wear.  She wanted to make a good impression, even though she was dressed somewhat provocatively.  Even her most conservative outfit made her look good enough to arouse any cock  Even with the method of dress, and the strained look on her face, Jill was an incredibly beautiful woman.  Jon hugged and kissed her as she left. 

       That morning, after Jill left, Jon had to run a quick errand.  In his haste to get this done, he forgot to release Anne’s wrists and elbows.  They had been tied up for a while.  Anne had showered, fixed her make up and put on her costume of the day, which consisted of high heel shoes, wrist and ankle cuffs and matching collar.  Just because Jon wanted to see his naked slave bound, he used rope to bind her wrists and elbows.  Her orders were to move into his line of vision, no matter what he was doing, and display herself to her best advantage.  Well, Jon received several phone calls, then remembered this errand, so he quickly left he house, and left Anne bound.  This was not unusual for her to be bound, alone at home, but Jon did not intend this today.

       When Jon returned, there was his beautiful Anne, mother of his favorite sex slave, waiting for him at the front door, still bound like he had left her.  She looked good.  All this trouble with Jill had taken the edge off their sex life.  Jon realized he had not fucked Anne in a couple of days, and there she was, naked, bound and looking good.

       “Slave, come with me.  I have plans for  you.  I need some good fucking.”

       He reached out and grasped her left nipple, squeezing, pinching and twisting it, he pulled on it, using like a leash, pulling Anne to the orgy bedroom.  Anne did her best to keep up with fast walking Jon, trying to ease the painful pressure on her nipple.  Once in the orgy room, he picked Anne up and placed her on the bed.  Jon undressed while Anne watched.  She loved to see his erect cock.  When he pulled off his trousers, she was rewarded.  Without a word, Jon climbed onto the bed, but did not move to fuck her.  In stead, he straddled her shoulders, his ass resting on her breasts.  His cock was touching her lips.  Anne, smiled, the opened her mouth and took his cock.  Jon mouth fucked her for a few minutes, then pulled his cock from her mouth.

       “Slave, I love your sweet mouth, but I want my cock in your cunt.”

       Anne just smiled, her face etched with beautifully hot erotic emotions.  She loved to suck his cock, but she also loved his cock in her.  Her bound arms and wrists were trapped beneath her.  She adjusted herself to make it easier for Jon to handle her.

       He helped Anne up to a kneeling position, then he lay down on the bed.  On his instructions, Anne straddled Jon’s thighs, then moved up until her cunt was directly over his erect throbbing cock. This took a bit of effort as her wrists and elbows were still bound.  With Jon’s help, Anne was able to get his cock inside her pussy.  He held his cock so she could impale herself on his manhood.  Anne was riding Jon’s cock, moving up and down and every direction that felt good.  Her breasts were dancing, bouncing and jiggling with her movements.  It was a beautiful thing to see.  Jon was playing with her breasts, pinching, squeezing and slapping them.  In fact, he set  up a rhythm, slapping her breasts in cadence with her fucking motions.  Both Jon and Anne were deep into the eroticism of the moment.  This was going to be a glorious fuck.

       Suddenly, they heard a scream, a scream of anger and rage, then Anne screamed.  Jon opened his eyes and looked up to see Jill, an enraged Jill standing beside the bed with a whip in her hand.  She was madly lashing out at her naked and bound mother.  Anne struggled to get away from the whip, but it was difficult for her to move to safety.  She was bound and still impaled on Jon’s cock and was still a straddle of his hips.  Jill kept screaming, cursing, and lashing Anne.  The whip was every where.  Anne’s back, ass, breasts, bound arms and any other available target was struck.  As quickly as his he could, Jon picked Anne up and tossed her onto the bed.  Jumping off the bed he grabbed the whip from Jill,  throwing it to the floor, then grabbed her.  She was still screaming and cursing.  She was still dressed in her business attire and in a blind rage.

       Jon grabbed a pair of steel hand cuffs, and forcing her wrists behind her, cuffed her tightly.  He slapped her.  The shock of the slap seemed to stem the tide of vitriol coming from Jill.

       A naked Jon, his cock still gleaming from Anne’s juices, held Jill tightly,   “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!  ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

       He slapped Jill again.  Anne was still naked and bound, cowering on the other side of the bed.  She had never seen Jill in such a rage.  Her back and breasts were on fire from the single tail whip Jill was using.  Even as she watched Jon handle Jill, she was still afraid.  She just did not understand why Jill was in such a rage.

       Jill was still sobbing, when Jon addressed her again, “ANSWER ME!  What the Hell is going on!  Why are you angry with Anne?  Why are you whipping her?”

       Finally, Jill seemed to regain control of her emotions, “Oh, Jon, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  It has been a really bad morning.  The prosecutor is submitting my case to a federal grand jury.  I’m about to go insane.  I came home, wanting some love and encouragement, and I find you and her fucking.  It was more than I could take.”

       Jon, was still very angry as he replied, “What do you mean we were fucking?  Of course we were fucking, and before that Anne was sucking me.  That’s what we do!  I decided to fuck your mother.  She is my sex slave.  I can do what I want with her.  She has no choice but to obey me.  If she did not yield to me, and my cock, I would have tortured her until she submitted.  I fucked her, and I will fuck her again.  SHE HAD NO DAMNED CHOICE!  She has to fuck me!  Then you come in and attack her.  THAT’S BULL SHIT!”

       Jill broke down into uncontrollable sobs.  Anne moved towards her daughter, but could not hug her as she was still tightly bound.  It took some time until Jill stopped crying.

       “Jon…Sir…, Mom, I am sorry.  I just lost my head.  I am really sorry, more than you know.  I just hope I have not ruined the life we have.  I am sorry.  Please, what can I do?”

       “First, you turn to your mother and beg her forgiveness, then you kiss her, like you mean it.  Now!”

       Jill turned to Anne and in tears apologized for her actions, then she kissed her mother, on the mouth.  She leaned down and kissed the whip marks on her mother’s breasts.

       Jon ordered Jill again.  “Kiss your mother on the mouth.  I mean one of those “catch me fuck me” passionate kisses.  Do it now!’

       Jill did as he asked.  She kissed Anne like she kisses her lovers.  It was a deep passionate kiss meant to arouse.  Anne returned the kiss in like fashion.  Jon ordered Jill to do it again.  Jill kissed Anne, passionately, again.

       Jon was standing there, his cock still rigid, looking at his two bound sex slaves kissing each other.  “Anne, we have something more important to do.  We will deal with Jill in a minute.  Lay down on the bed.”

       As Anne was moving, and laying down on the bed, Jon was binding Jill’s ankles and thighs. He pulled the ropes painfully tight.  He left Jill sitting on the side of the bed as he moved over to Anne, and in between her legs.  He eased his cock into Anne, and resumed fucking her, while Jill watched.  It took a few minutes, but both Anne and Jon did have a wonderful climax.  Jon moved off Anne, and released her from bondage.  On his orders, she left the orgy room and went to clean up.  Jon turned to Jill.  There was unfinished business.

       “When does the grand jury meet”, he asked.

       A sorrowful Jill replied, “In three days.  They tell me that is when they will know what the outcome will be.  They say the U.S. Marshal will arrest me shortly after the grand jury indicts me.”

       Jon thought for a moment, “Well, I am going to punish you for three days.  What you did was outrageous and should have never happened.  You will be a punished prisoner for the next three days, 24/7.  You will be kept bound, whipped and tormented.  You will be fucked, made to suck, but you will not be given a climax.  No cums.  You must pay for what you did, especially to your mother.  She was merely doing what her job is, and that is to fuck and suck me, and accept any torment I give her.  Do you understand.”

       Jill nodded her head.  Jon released her long enough to strip her, the rebound her hands behind her back.  She stood there, rather dejected.  Even then, Jill was beautiful.  Jon was looking at her, naked with wrists bound behind her back, wearing only high heel shoes, garter belt and hose.  He walked over to a small couch and sat down.  He motioned Jill to sit next to him.  Next to the couch was an end table, with a telephone sitting on top.  He picked up the phone and dialed a number,  The phone was answered by a receptionist.

       “Hi, Sarah, I need to talk to Jim Carew.  Its pretty important.  Yeah, this is Jon Folkkes.  Yes, I’ll hold.”

       He turned to Jill, and motioned for her to start sucking his cock.  She wanted to do something to garner Jon’s appreciation.  Jill slipped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth.  Just as his cock was hardening, Jon started to talk on the phone.  She raised her head, but Jon pushed her back down on his cock.

       Jon said, “Jim…, Jon Folkkes here.”

       Carew answered, “Yeah, Jon, what can I do for you.”

       “Jim, I have a problem.  My girl friend is having a real problem, and I need some help with it.  I know you have handled a lot of federal cases, so I am asking you to help her, and me.”

       For the next several minutes Jon explained the problem at Deep Rock, and Jill alleged complicity.

       Carew was silent for a moment, the replied.  “Yeah, I have heard of the problems at Deep Rock.  My sources say their CEO and CFO may be dirty, and they are going to hang their accountant out to dry, blaming all their troubles on her..  Is your girl the accountant their talking about?  By the way, is she the girl I met at the barbeque?”

       Jon answered, “Yeah, she’s the one, on both counts.  She is very special to me.  Could you be her attorney, and check this thing out with the U.S Attorney?  Her name is Jill Combs.”

       Jim Carew answered, “Sure, I get right on it.  I may have to interview her, but for now, just sit tight and I’ll get back to you.  I’ll tell the feds to stop interviewing her, unless I am present.  You’re gonna owe me, Ole Buddy.”

       “I always do, Jim, I always do.”

       Jon hung the phone up, then ran his hand into Jill’s hair and using her hair, pulled her off his hard cock.  “Did you hear that conversation?”

       Jill answered, “Yessir, I did.”

       “Jim‘s going to take care of this.  He is an oil lawyer.  He knows about everything taking place in this town, and the oil industry.  We go way back, and I trust him.  I think everything will be OK.  But, little slave of mine, you will probably be subject to the tender mercies of Jim Carew.  It may even involve you and Anne submitting to him.  If he wants you in payment for his services, I will give you to him.  Can you handle that.”

       Jilll had tears of gratitude and relief in her eyes when she replied, “Jon, thank you, thank you very much.  You can’t believe how much better I feel.  I love you, and I will do what ever you require.  If you want me to be a slave to Mr. Carew, then I will do what ever you say.”

       Jon put Jill’s mouth back on his cock.  “OK, but for now, you’re still going to be punished for what happened this morning, you know that.”

       Jill nodded her head, keeping Jon’s cock deep in her mouth.

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Nine

       The next three days were rough for Jill.  She remained naked and restrained in one form or another.  The only time she was released was to shower and take care of her personal things in the bathroom.  The thing that was so frustrating was lack of sexual satisfaction.  Since Jill had been with Jon, sex, especially Master/slave sex, with a heavy dose of BDSM was a daily fact in their lives.  This was still true with Jon and Anne, but poor Jill was not allowed to have a climax.  Daily, she was fucked, and made to suck Jon’s cock to a cum, however, even though she begged to the point of tears, her needs were not met.. By in large, her wrists were bound or locked behind her back, forbidding her from satisfying herself.  She had to sleep alone, bound to the bed in the orgy room.  Across the hall in Jon’s bed room, the one she had shared with Jon, she could hear the sounds of hot sex, muffled cries, and the slap on a whip on soft flesh. She knew Jon and Anne were enjoying each other while she suffered.  She would lay, bound, on the orgy bed, with tears of sexual frustration making her pillow damp.  She wondered of she and Jon would be the same, and then there was her mother.  What would things be like when these three days were over.  Would it be the same as it was?  What if Jon want to be with Anne, without Jill.  The possibilities drove Jill to distraction.  Jill was a very scared slave girl.

       On the third day of Jill’s punishment there was a surprising event.  It was early in the afternoon.  Jill hoped she would be released today.  Jon had not mentioned anything about her freedom, but she hoped.  Jill was bound to the whipping post in the orgy bedroom.  Shortly after lunch she had received a moderate whipping.  Jon left her bound there for about a half hour.  Jon came into the room, and proceeded to release her from the whipping post.  Jon was naked, and sporting a magnificent erection.  Jill hoped everything would be back to normal, at least normal for Jon and Jill.

       After Jon released her wrists, he locked them together again, then connected them to the back of her collar by means of a short strap.  Now her wrists were trapped above her waist.  Jon hugged to his body, her breasts pressed against his chest and his rigid cock trapped between them.  He kissed Jill, long and passionately while his hand was roaming over her well whipped ass,  His hand moved around to her pussy where he slipped a finger into her heated canal, teasing her clit.  Jill moaned deeply, pushing her hips hard against Jon, pressing her cunt into his hand.  She had been denied sexual satisfaction for three days, while being tormented sexually for that same time to keep her arousal level constant and on a high level.  Jill was about to go insane with sexual need.  She begged as he held and kissed her.

       “Oh, Jon…,please forgive me.  I need you so bad.  I will do anything you want, just love me, give me your cock.”

       He looked at her pretty face, with a look of desperation, sexual desperation in her pretty blue eyes.  The more he finger fucked her, the more she wanted him.  Her hips were moving and she was trembling with arousal.

       Jon kissed her again, his cock aching, saying, “Are  you sure you will do anything to end this punishment and be fucked?“

       Without hesitation, Jill replied, “Oh, yes sir, I will do anything.“

       “I am going to take you at your word that you will do anything.  Come with me.”

       Jon, carrying a flogger type whip, walked a naked and bound Jill into the living room of Jon’s home.   Anne was in there, but her condition surprised Jill, but again maybe it was not a surprise.  Anne was sitting on the couch, on the center cushion, in the normal slave costume of nakedness, high heel shoes, collar and duffs.  Her wrists were locked behind her back, while a leather strap was binding her elbows tightly together.  Her superb breasts were forced out from her body.  She was sitting on the very edge of the couch cushion, her pretty ass nearly off the cushion.  She was leaning back on a stack of cushions.  Her legs were spread widely, with ropes holding them there.  The ropes tied to her ankles were bound to the corner legs of the couch.  Anne’s cunt was on full display to be flogged, fucked, and yes, sucked.  It should be noted that Anne’s mouth was filled with a rather severe looking penis gag, strapped deep into her mouth.  Jon’s cock throbbed as he made Jill kneel in front of the naked and helpless Anne.

       “Jill, your major offense the other day was interfering with my sexual pleasure.  The last three days have atoned for that.   In this case with Anne, we have not dealt with that..  Now, we must deal with the secondary offence of whipping your mother without my permission.  That is almost unforgivable.  Though not a serious as the disruption of my sexual pleasure, it is very serious.  Now is the time for you to atone for that travesty.”

       Jill looked at her bound, naked and gagged mother, “Mother, I am very sorry.  I have no excuse.  I ask you to please forgive me.”

       Anne nodded her gagged head.

       Jon looked down at Jill, “Slave, that is not nearly enough.  You are to move forward, closed to Anne, and I expect you to suck her cunt.  You are to kiss it, lick it, and suck it until you have brought her to a glorious climax.  Do you understand?”

        Jill looked up at John, shock expressed on her beautiful face.  “J..Jon..Sir…please.  This is my mother.  I…can’t…”

       “Remember, little slave, you said you would do anything.  Like I said, I am going to hold you to your promise.”

       Jon quickly lashed both of Jill’s breasts before she realized what had happened.  She tried to flinch and protect her breasts, but he grabbed her hair, pulling her up, exposing her breasts.  Again the whip found it’s mark.  He bent down and reached over Jill to touch Anne’s pussy.  He stroked and patted Anne’s cunt, then slipped his finger in to exposed her clit.  He teased Anne’s clit as she closed her eyes, enjoying the erotic attention.  

       “Now, do you understand that you are a sex slave, my sex slave, and you have no choice.  You owe this to your mother, and I am telling you to do it, now!  Suck her cunt!”

       The last words were punctuated by this whip again visiting her breasts.  A desperate Jill begged, “Yessir, yessir, please, Sir.  I will do it, please!”

       Jon watched, stroking his cock as Jill leaned forward and gingerly kissed Anne‘s pussy.  Anne almost flinched.  The thought of her daughter kissing and sucking her cunt was a surprise.  She never expected this.  Yet, it was like a spark of electricity touched her pussy lips.  Jill kissed her mother’s cunt again, this time licking it with her tongue, tickling her clitoris.  Anne looked down between her raised breasts, watching Jill minister to her cunt.  Jon wished he had taped this.  His beautiful bound Jill sucking her beautiful bound mother’s cont.  It was a sadists dream.

       Jill moved closer, giving her easier access to Anne’s pussy.  She licked it, ran her tongue into the heated confines of this precious facility.  Anne was moaning, softly now as her daughter started working on her.  It seemed as if Jill nibbled on her mother’s clit.  It felt really good, yet Jill’s teeth on her sensitive clit was nearly painful, with a delicious pain.  In another minute or so, Jill was working her mother’s cunt, full tilt.  Of course, she did receive a little encouragement from Jon as he used a crop to spank Jill’s ass.  The more Jill worked on Anne’s pussy, the more she got into it.  She was even beginning to get used to the taste of Anne’s juices.  No, that is not correct.  Jill was actually enjoying the taste of the precious juices.  Jill enjoyed the affect she was having on Anne.  The more she aroused Anne, the more aroused Jill was.

       Anne knew she had no other choice.  Jon had bound her in such away that she was helpless, open, and very vulnerable to any sexual advance.  Yes, there was a feeling down deep inside her about the incest taboo.  But, in this situation, she had to accept everything Jon wanted to do.  She had to admit that her daughter was doing a wonderful job of eating her pussy.  As she watched Jill, she could also see a naked Jon Folkkes standing behind Jill.  His cock was at full rut.  To Anne, Jon’s cock was magnificent.  She could understand Jill’s desire to worship Jon, and his cock.  Anne admitted in a real way, she worshipped Jon and Jon’s cock.  She reasoned that this is what sex slaves do.  As he watched Jill suck her mother’s pussy, Anne watched Jon stroke his cock.  The sexual tension in the room could be felt, like an erotic fog.  It didn’t take long before the sweet sensuous lips and magic tongue of her daughter brought Anne to a all consuming climax.  Anne climbed to erotic highs as she forgot everything except what was happening to her cunt.  Her climax exploded, and eventually subsided.  As the climax began to subside Jill pulled her mouth away from Anne’s pussy.

       Jon intervened, “No, slave.  Don’t stop.  Keep sucking and bring her to another one.  In fact, keep sucking until I tell you to stop.”

       He again punctuated his order with a couple slaps on Jill’s ass, and two more on her breasts with the crop.  Jill plunged back into the task before her.  Anne had two more climax’ before Jon would let this very hot scene end.  He let Jill move her face back from Anne’s cunt, then he helped her stand, hugged and kissed her.  He could taste Anne’s sweet juices on Jill’s lips.  Jill melted into his arms, kissing him wildly.  Jon finally broke the kisses, picked Jill up and carried her to the bed she had slept in the last three nights, bound and alone. 

       Jon wasted no time.  He was a man on a mission.  He moved onto the bed, spread Jill’s legs, and plunged his rigid cock into her hot soaking wet pussy.  With about six or seven strokes of Jon‘s cock, Jill was coming wildly.  She was extremely aroused, and had been for three days, and nights.  Jon slowed down his thrusting into her pussy until she started to come down from her orgasm, then he started all over again, plunging and thrusting his cock ever deeper in to the woman he loved.  Again, Jill responded as another climax washed over her body.  She was nearly incoherent.  This went on for at least one more orgasm, then Jon could not hold his climax back any longer.  His cock erupted, spewing molten lava into Jill.  She could feel the heat of his cum.

       Meanwhile, on the couch, a naked, bound and gagged Anne watched her daughter being ravished by the precious man who “owned” both of them.  Anne was a very happy woman, and hoped this life would continue on forever.

       Things got better for Jill.  Now she and her mother were on equal footing again.  She was really very sorry for her insane actions.  The things happening at Deep Rook Oil and with the federal prosecutor had nothing to do with her, Anne or Jon.  She was very careful, making sure she was totally attentive to Jon and her mother.  These were the most important people in her world.  She made sure she was there when Jon fucked Anne, to make it better for him.  As his cock thrust in and out of Anne’s cunt, Jill would cradle Jon’s balls, or if she could get to them, she would suck his balls as he was fucking.  She would suck Anne’s nipples, and fondling her breasts, kissing her as Jon fucked her mother.  She noticed that Jon paid much more attention to her.  While he was still a strict master, he was also more loving.

       On Thursday, the attorney, Jim Carew called.  He and the U.S. Attorney had just talked, and the prosecutor had agreed to drop all charges against Jill.  Carew provided information on the CFO and CEO of Deep Rock Oil to convince the U.S. Attorney to prosecute the company officers, rather than a lower level accountant.  He told Jon that Jill could relax and get back to her life.  This of course brought up another issue.

       When Jon told Jill and Anne about the good news, there was rejoicing, and for Jill, a few tears of relief.  Jon hugged and kissed her, kissing the tears from her pretty cheeks.  Then, Jon told them the rest of the story.  Because of the extra effort by Jim Carew, and the fact the he refused to take any fee for this work, Jon promised him and evening with most beautiful mother and daughter sex slave team.  Jim Carew would be a guest at the Folkkes house on Saturday evening.  Jon told them that they both would be subject to Jim Carew’s attention.  This did not come as a surprise to Jill.  Jon had told her, on the day he called for Carew’s help, that she might spend a evening with Mr. Carew, and be subject to his sexual whims.  Anne was somewhat surprised, but understood.  There was no question that she would obey Jon.  This was true while attending Sir Steven’s birthday party.  At one point Jill and Anne were required to submit to any master who wanted them.  At least in this situation, it would be just Jon and Jim Carew.

       On Friday, in the early afternoon, Jon came home from the airport to find Jill and Anne in the den watching a BDSM porn video on the big screen television set.  This was required viewing for them.  Usually, Jon asked questions about what they had seen.  If they missed a question, punishment was the reward.  They were outfitted in their slave costumes, collar, cuffs, high heels, and very naked.  Both Anne and Jill came to Jon, hugging and kissing him, and helping him undress.  After they took off his clothes and were still hugging and kissing him, and fondling his cock. He told them to go with him to the orgy bedroom.

       Once in the orgy bedroom, he had Anne to lay down on the floor, face up.  Using a spreader bar, she tied her ankles to the ends, spreading her legs widely exposing her pretty pussy.  He did the same with her wrists.  Now came the next part.  He had Jill lay down on top of her mother, face down, in reverse.  This would put Jill’s wrists at her mother’s wide spread ankles.  Jon tied Jill’s wrists to Anne’s ankles. Then, he tied Jill’s ankles to the spreader bar holding Anne’s bond wrists.  A leather strap was wrapped around their waists, and pulled tight, pressing their bodies together.  The aim here is obvious.  Both mother and daughter were now bound face to pussy.  Jill could feel her mothers breath on her cunt lips.  Both suspected what was about to happen.

       “Ladies“, Jon started, “Here‘s the rules of this game.  You are to suck each others cunt until you cum.  Both of you must cum.  Now, to make sure that happens. The first one who makes the other cum is the winner, and will be released to enjoy other pleasures.  The loser gets her cunt whipped.  If I hear any argument, or refusal, or see any hesitation, I will whip the person who violates that rule..  My advice to you is suck each other to make that other person cum first.  Now, go!”

       Both mother and daughters began to work on each other‘s pussy.  To help motivate them, Jon had a crop which he used to swat their asses and thighs.  Even though Anne was on the bottom and was a limited target, Jon could still strike the sides of her hips, ass, thighs, and the sides of her breasts.  The crop proved to be a great motivator.

       Jon sat down on a chair next to his sex slaves, and watched this incredibly hot happening.  They were working diligently on each other.  Their pretty faces, with their hot pink tongues working on two very hot and moist cunts.  A pornographers dream.  Jon’s cock as aching.  As soon as the contest was over, he was more than ready to fuck the winner.  As they sucked each other’s pussy, Jill and Anne were squirming, their bodies feeling the full heat of what they were doing and the attention their cunts were receiving..

       It did appear that Jill was about to make Anne cum, when Anne seemed to regain her resolve and concentrated on Jill’s clit.  She was working on the clit so hard that Jill seemed to lose her concentration as her libido rose.  This was devastating for her.  Her climax was beginning to wash over her.  At one point her mouth left Anne’s cunt as she moaned, then screamed at the arrival of her cum. 

       Poor Jill was in trouble again.  After she came back down from her climax, she was made to continue until Anne had cum, then she was untied, only to retied to a coffee table Jon had modified as a whipping and fucking table.  Jill was tied face up, her bound wrists were pulled high above her, and her legs spread to open her cunt.  Anne was released to allow her to help with Jill.

       While Jon was whipping Jill’s cunt, Anne would play with Jill’s breasts and kiss her.  The chastisement began.  Using a light weight flogger, Jon started Jill’s torment.  At first the strokes were light, made to arouse, but as the whipping went on, the heat on Jill’s cunt became more pronounced.  Anne was doing her best to comfort and arouse Jill, but the whip won.  Soon she was moaning and sobbing as the whipping went on.  On Jon’s orders, Anne put her mouth over Jill’s mouth, catching Jill’s screams and sobs.  It was not a severe whipping, but Jill could feel it.

       Jon stopped the whipping while Anne kissed the tears from Jill’s eyes.  Now it was Anne’s turn.  Jon put her on the bed in the orgy bedroom, clearly in the line of vision for Jill.  John had a surprise for Anne.  He did not bind her, but rather he just had her lay down on the bed and spread her legs.  Jon moved between her luscious thighs and proceeded to suck her cunt.  Anne responded delightfully.  Soon she was humping Jon’s face.  It did not take long.  In just about a minute or two, Anne’s was cumming, to the delight of her master, Jon.  Jill was watching this whole scene which was very arousing.  The pain the whip left on her pussy lips was now being translated to pussy heat, arousing her.

       Jon released her from the coffee table, and had her got to the bed and lay next to Anne.  With no hesitation, Jon started to fuck Jill.  The heat from the whip had made her more aroused.  Very soon she was humping Jon’s cock as he plunged it deep into her cunt.  Anne moved over to Jill and was kissing her, and fondling her breasts.  Jill was responding and soon her climax was crashing down on her.  Anne and Jon both worked hard to give her a glorious climax..  When Jill settled down and came back to earth, Jon made sure Anne was well fucked too.  He held his cum when fucking Jill, and saved it for Anne.  Soon all three were sleeping from exhaustion, tangled in each other‘s arms for an afternoon’s rest.

       Late, in the middle of this night, Jon was awakened by someone working on his cock.  In the dim light of a night light he could see Jill stroking his cock, using her mouth to suck him to a climax.  Jon was sure Jill was the most submissive and wonderful sex slave a man could have.  He knew he was in love with her.  Of course, there was Anne.  She was a thing of naked beauty as she slept beside him.  Life was good for Jon Folkkes.

       Saturday evening brought an advancement in Jill’s sexual slavery.  Jon had invited Sir Steven and a friend of his to the Folkkes home.  Steven would be alone, indicating that Anne would be assigned to take care of him, while Steven’s unnamed friend would be bringing his girl friend/slave with him.  The evening would be spent enjoying good company and playing “games”.

       At about 8:00 PM, “Sir” Steven arrived with his friend and his slave.  Jill want to the door, naked, except for her collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and of course, the requisite high heel shoes.  She opened the door, and on see Sir Steven, she hugged and kissed him.  Steven enjoyed a hot passionate kiss from his former student.  His hand moved down her back and stroked her silky smooth ass.  Jill pressed her pussy against Steven’s thigh

       “Wow!  I am glad to see you, Little Slave, and it looks like you are glad to see me.”

       Jill kissed Steven again, “Yessir, you are always welcome at my Master’s home.”         As she moved aside to allow him to enter, she saw his friend and his girl friend/slave.  It was Jerry Tucker, the man who worked for the car dealership, and tormented her at the birthday party.  With Tucker was a rather pretty red head, the slave Jill had seen at the party, who wore the slave collar Jill so admired.  Her emotions were conflicted.  She hated Jerry Tucker, yet, here he was in a position to have her again.  Jill bit her lip, determined to see this through and make Jon proud of her.

       Jerry smiled, “Well, Ms. Combs.  We meet again.  You do look gorgeous, as usual.  Your tits are gorgeous tonight.  I hope your nipples survived their torture at Steven’s party.

       Jill demurely replied, “Yes Sir, my nipples are just fine.  Thank you for having mercy and freeing them.“

       Tucker replied, “My pleasure Ms. Combs.  I just want to say I really enjoyed you at Steven’s party.  I sure hope I will be able to enjoy you again.”

       Before Jill could answer, Jerry Tucker ran his arm around Jill’s waist and pulled her to him.  Tucker immediately kissed Jill, a hard passionate kiss.  His free hand moved up and squeezed her breasts.  True to her training, Jill responded with a passionate kiss.  By this time in her sexual slavery, that is the only way she kissed anyone.

       Jerry Tucker released her, saying, “There’s something about you, Ms. Combs.  Yes, there is.”

       Jerry took his slaves bound arm and led her away, and into the living room of Jon Folkkes home.  Jill was totally dismay.  How could this be happening?  She knew she would have to submit if Jon allowed Jerry to have her.  The slave mentality in her pretty head would not allow her to embarrass her master.  Yes, she would have to submit to Jerry Tucker, a man who irritated her, insulted her, and had refused his sexual advances.  Now, she would have to submit to him.  Slavery, especially sexual slavery can be a heavy yoke.  There was not question that she would submit.

       The evening progressed with snacks, light refreshment and sexual conversations.  The slaves, Jill, Anne, and Caylee, Tuckers slave girl, modeled by strutting around, showing their nakedness, and submitting to being touched and fondled by each of the Masters.  Soon, each of the masters were naked.  Everyone had repaired to Jon’s orgy room.  They were sitting around a coffee table on which Jill and Anne had been tied, in the past, tortured and submitted to any number of sexual acts.  Jon had placed a stack of 3X5 cards on the table.  Each of the cards had writing on them, but were turned face down. The slave girls were sitting beside their masters.  Steven would be Anne’s master for the evening.  At this point none of the girls were bound or restrained.  Just naked, and beautiful, awaiting their fate.

       Jon spoke, “Folks, we are going to have a little fun and play a game.  Each of these cards has a number, one through three.  Also, there is a description of a sex act, or a torture on each card.  Each master in turn will draw a card.  The number will indicate which slave is effected.  She will have to do what the card says.  Jill, you are number one, Anne, you will be number two, and Caylee, you are number three.  Steven, why don‘t you go first.  Draw a card.”

       A naked Sir Steven kissed Anne as he said, “Damn, I love this game.  Anne, stroke my cock, it’s got an ache in it.”

       Steven pulled the card from the top of the stack.  “Well, Jerry, it seems your slave has a job to do.  It says, ’Number three.  Suck Number One’s master’s cock for one minute.  The object is to give him pleasure without making him cum.  Number one will assist by holding her masters cock while it is being sucked.”

       Jerry Tucker kissed Caylee, and ordered, “Slave, get to it.  Make me proud.”

       Caylee rose to her feet and walked to Jon, kneeling between his thighs.  For the next one minute she sucked Jon’s cock, keeping him just below the point of having a climax.  Jill held Jon’s cock as Caylee cradled his balls and worked on him.  Jill kissed and hugged Jon as Caylee sucked his cock.  Jill could see a grinning Jerry Tucker from the corner of her eyes.  When Caylee was through, everyone applauded her sucking efforts as she walked back and sat down by Jerry.  Jon’s cock was throbbing, but he wanted to hold out for more of these games.

       Jerry pulled the next card.  Grinning he read the instructions.  “This one is rather complicated.  It tells number two to go to number three’s master, face him, climbing onto his lap, and put his cock in her cunt, riding and fucking his cock for one minute.  Then, it goes on to tell number one to suck number three’s master’s cock clean of number two juices.”

       Steven, who was enjoying kissing and fondling Anne, turned to her and said, “Well, sweet slave, you have your instructions.”

       Anne walked over to Jerry tucker, and did straddle his thighs until she was over his cock.  Jerry held his cock, helping Anne impale herself on it.  For the next minute she rode Jerry’s cock.  Anne was very aroused and his cock felt good.  As the minute came to a close, Jill was on her knees at Jerry Tucker’s feet.  Anne climbed off Jerry, leaving his cock very moist, gleaming with her juices.

       Jerry smiled, looking at Jill, “Ms. Combs, how nice to see you again.  I enjoyed fucking your mother, and…uh…I think you have something you must attend to.”

       Silently, Jill went about sucking Jerry’s cock, sucking and cleaning all of her mother’s pussy juices from his cock.  She could tell Jerry was near a climax as his cock was throbbing as she sucked it.  Jill reduced her effort as she did not want to give Jerry Tucker that much pleasure.  She did not want to make him cum.  As soon as his cock was clean, Jill stood and returned to Jon’s couch.  Jon put his arm around her as she reached for his cock stroking it and toying with the throbbing purple head.  Jerry Tucker was still grinning at her as Caylee stroked his cock.

       Jon reached for a card, and smiled as he read it.  “This card instructs the three slaves to kneel in front of the couch with their faces and shoulders only pressing down on the couch.  Their tits are to be swinging free and their asses held high.  Each master will give each slave five spanks on each cheek of her ass, for a total of ten spanks per master, for a grand total of thirty spanks.  Then each master will kneel behind his slave and fuck her with only ten strokes of his cock.  Then he will moved to the next slave and give her ten strokes of his cock.  This will go until each slave has been fucked two times by each master.  In the end, the last slave being fucked, at the end of the three sessions, will suck that master’s cock clean.  OK, Ladies, assume the position.”

       Jon had Jill kneel at the end of the couch, in what he referred to as the number one position.  Jerry Tucker placed Caylee next to her, while her mother was placed at the other end of the couch.  The spanking started.  It was pretty much routine as spankings go, but she did notice that Jerry spanked her harder than did Jon or Steven.  On the end, when Jerry was spanking her, she did moan, and stifled a scream.  Next came the “round robin” fucking.  After the spanking, the cocks in hot wet cunts felt good to both master and slave.  Again, Jill noticed that Jerry Tucker was fucking her harder than Jon or Steven.  She could not complain, however, as she liked to be fucked hard.  The only thing better would to be tied up and fucked.  While she detested Jerry Tucker, he had a good cock and fucked hard.

       Finally, the fucking was over, and no one had a climax, but nearly all were dangerously close.  Jon told the masters to stay in position with their cocks in the cunt of their respective slaves.

       “Gentlemen, I can see we are all aroused.  Some of us might not be able to resist a climax.  So, as your host, I want you to fuck the slave you have on the end of your cock, fucking her to a glorious cum.  The masters have the option of cumming in the slave’s cunt. Or having her suck his cock to a cum.  Gentlemen, start fucking!”

       It did not take long.  Jill was first to cum.  Jerry Tucker was slapping Jill’s ass and fucking even harder.  He would grasp and slap her breasts in the process.  As she was cumming, she could hear her mother coming, and then shortly after Caylee succumbed to her climax. 

       As the last of the fucking ended, Jill realized that it was Jerry Tucker’s cock in her, and she would have to suck his cock clean.  She had just sucked her mother’s juices from his cock, now she had to suck him again.  Jerry slapped her ass as he pulled his throbbing cock from her cunt, and stood up.  Jill looked around and saw that Jon was pulling his cock from Caylee and Steven was still fucking her mother, Anne.  Jerry pulled Jill to her feet.  He grasped her wrists, and pulling them behind her, locked her wrist cuffs together.  Now she was helpless with Jerry Tucker.  She was helpless, and still so aroused by the fucking and spanking, she was a bit unstable on his high heeled footing.  Jerry ushered her to the easy chair he had been sitting in, and he sat down, motioning for Jill to kneel between his legs.  Jill lowered herself to a kneeling position between Jerry’s thighs.  His rigid cock stood before her in all of it’s gleaming moist glory.  It was covered with the juices of all the slaves in the Folkkes house.

       Jerry grasped the base of his rampant cock, raising it to her.  “Ms. Combs, it seems we have further business.  You are expected to clean my cock with your mouth and tongue, then suck me to a glorious climax.  Then you will suck my cock dry.”

       Jill hated is surly sarcastic tone of voice.  She was Jon’s sex slave, so she would obey Jerry’s demands.  As she started to suck his cock clean of pussy juices, he kept making sarcastic remarks about her.  Finally, her anger rose to a level she could not deal with.  She pulled her mouth away from Jerry’s cock.

       Jill glared at him and said, “Jerry Tucker, you are an asshole.  I am submitting to you, yet you ridicule me and torment me because I would not sleep with you when you worked on my car.  Find someone else to suck your cock!”

       The other people in the room heard her.  With surprised looks on their faces, they watched this little drama unfold.  Jerry smirked, and turned to Jon Folkkes.

       “Jon, your slave refuses to suck my cock.  I know the rules she lives by.  Those rules say I can torture her until she submits and suck my cock.  Am I correct?”

       Instantly, Jill regretted her actions.  She had placed herself and Jon in a bad situation.  She knew Jon had no choice but to let Jerry Tucker torture her to make her submit to him.  Jon had a look of disappointment on his face as he looked at Jerry Tucker and Jill, the slave girl he loved.

       Jon answered, “Jerry, I guess you will have to do what you feel is right.”

       Jerry smirked and replied, “Slave, stand up.”

       Jerry grasped Jill’s breast and forced her to stand by lifting on her breasts.  Jill hastened to obey.  Jerry walked her over to where a steel cable and hook descended from the ceiling.  In just a moment, he transferred her bondage from behind her to locking her hands in front of her.  Next her wrist cuffs were placed over the hook.  A button on the wall turned on the wench locate in the ceiling, pulling the cable and hook towards that ceiling.  Jill’s wrists were pulled up until she was nearly on her tip toes.

       “Slave, you will wish you had obeyed me.  Now, you will beg me to suck my cock.  When y ou beg e to suck my cock, I will cease your whipping.”

       A scared Jill looked over her shoulder as she watch Jerry Tucker pull a flogger type whip from the wall.  He shook it out as he walked back to her.  She could not help but notice that his cock was rampantly hard, bobbing as he walked.  It was a shame he had to be such a jerk.  He did have a marvelous cock.

       The whip struck her ass.  Before she could respond, flinch or attempt avoid it, the whip struck again, bringing a painful fire with it.  The backs of her thighs were next, then the front of her thighs and her cunt.  Her breasts were next, then back to her ass.  The whip was fast and sure.

       Jerry turned to Sir Steven, “Steven, will you whip this slaves ass while I fuck her?”

       Steven nodded his head and took the proffered whip.  Tucker walked around Jill and with his arm around her narrow waist, he pulled her against his cock.  He held his cock with his other hand and slipped into her steamy pussy.  Reaching around to the back of her head, and grabbing a hand full of hair, he pulled her face and mouth to his.  He was kissing her just as Sir Steven’s whip made contact with her ass.  While Steven’s whip was milder, more humane, it was nevertheless, substantial.  There she was, bound standing up, being whipped, while the man she detested was forcing kisses from her and fucking her.  The whip kept falling and Tucker’s cock kept fucking, and he was still force kissing her while he held her face tightly to his.  Jill could not believe it, but she could feel the fires of sexual arousal in her pussy.  Those fires were hot and getting hotter.  When Jerry moved his hand to her breasts and started to twist and pull on her nipples, it pushed Jill over the edge.  Her climax crashed down on her.  Her hips were humping Jerry cock while her mouth was responding to his kisses.  Steven’s whip came slowly to a halt as he watched her cum.  It was a magnificent sight.

       Jerry pulled his rigid, and dripping cock from Jill’s pussy.  He released her wrists from cable and hook. Jill was defeated and offered no resistance when Jerry changed the bondage of her wrists to behind her back.  She was shaky on her high heel shod feet as Jerry walked her back over to his easy chair and made her kneel there.

       “Now, slave cunt, are you ready to suck my cock, sucking it to a magnificent cum?”

       Jill meekly nodded her head and moved her lips to Jerry’s cock.  She licked and sucked it clean, then took it deep into her sweet mouth, sucking it with every trick she knew about cock sucking.  Jerry was very aroused, so in about thirty of forty seconds, his cock exploded in her mouth with hot jets of cum.  There was so much cum she could not contain it.  Some of the cum escaped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled down on her breasts.  She worked diligently to swallow the rest of his issue, until his cock was empty and clean.  A sated Jerry Tucker sat back in his chair, looking at a thoroughly defeated Jill Combs, with dribbles of cum on her chin and magnificent breasts, and smiled.

       “Ms. Combs, for all of our differences, I must admit you have a magnificent cunt, and your cock sucking abilities are second to none.”

       Jill whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

       She sat there, her wrists still locked behind her back and the taste of Jerry Tuckers cum on her tongue.  She had been thoroughly ravaged and humiliated.  Jerry got up and went to Caylee who was kneeling where Jon had left her.  For his part, Jon helped Jill up and walked her to the couch where he sat her down.  Jill was glad to be back in his arms, but was taken aback by her emotions.  She knew she must be the ultimate slave.  She had absorbed whipping, fucking and humiliation from Jerry Tucker, yet he was able to fuck her to a crashing climax.  She finally realized her sexual slavery was for real, and she was a real sex slave.  Jill hoped this is what Jon wanted of her, because she knew this is all she would ever be.  She understood why her mother was a sex slave, and why Anne was happy as a sex slave.  Jill was her mother’s daughter, in every sense of the word.  

       

       

       

       

        

       

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Ten

       It was Saturday evening, and the Folkkes household was expecting a guest, a very important guest.  Jim Carew, attorney at law, and senior partner of Carew and Associates, Ltd, former Deputy U. S. Attorney and candidate for the U. S. Senate, was due any minute.  Both Jill and Anne were at their best.  Naked, with black garter belts, dark gray hose and black patent leather high heel pumps.  They were wearing a matching black leather collar along with a chrome plated steel chain leash.  Neither were wearing wrist or ankle cuffs.  Jon Folkes knew that Jim Carew preferred rope bondage, so rope bondage it will be.  There were piles of ropes lying around on various table tops.

       The household knew of the importance of this occasion.  Carew had got to the bottom of the U.S. Governments alleged charges against Jill Combs.  It proved to be true that the CEO and CFO of Deep Rock Oil were in fact embezzling money from the company accounts and were blaming Jill.  Both men had been indicted on the previous day, Friday.  Jim Carew had been the impetus to these indictments, and pointing the United States Attorney in the right direction.  So, on this Saturday evening, the day after the Deep Rock Oil Corporation indictments, Jim Carew had been invited to the Folkkes home for celebrate this victory, and to “repay” him for his efforts.

       At about 8:30 PM, the door bell rang.  Jill and Anne were standing in the middle of the living room floor at “parade rest“.  That means the two were standing with their hands behind their backs, wrists crossed, and with their legs spread.  Jon answered the door.

       “Hey, Jim, come on in.  We’ve been expecting you.”

       Jim Crew shook Jon Folkkes hand, “Well, I just could not refuse your invitation.  It sounded interesting.”

       Carew stepped through the door, pulling on a leash.  Behind him, being lead on the aforementioned leash was a naked woman.  She was about forty years old, but it was hard to predict age.  Her body, while full and lush, was still firm and looked good.  Her long black hair was pulled back in a Pony Tail style..  Jon’s cock, which was already hard, throbbed and became more rigid.  It was poking it’s hungry head out of Jon’s robe.   The rest of her description tells the story.  First, she was gagged with what appeared to be a penis gag.  There was a small pad lock on the gag strap, meaning the gag could not be removed without opening the lock.  She was also blindfolded.  She was obviously following the leash being pulled by Carew.  Her wrist cuffs were locked behind her back, but pulled severely up between her shoulder blades and locked to her leather collar.  This forced her to stand very straight, forcing her rather sizeable breasts out from her body.  Speaking of her breasts.  They were things of beauty, and the nipples were pierced.  Gold rings were installed in her nipples.  A gold chain was attached to each ring and hung between her breasts.  It was obvious that both of the nether lips of her cunt were pierced also, along with her clit.  Gold rings were installed in her pussy lips and clitoris.  Another gold chain ran from the breast chain and was connected to the ring her his clit.  The leash held by Jim Carew was attached to the chains between her breasts, and her clit.  When Carew pulled on the leash, it pulled on the woman’s pierced nipples and clit.  She was completely naked, with the exception of her high heel shoes.  They were a sandal type, with ankle straps around her ankles.  The heels were the highest Jon, Jill and Anne had ever seen, yet the woman managed to walk in them, in spite of being naked, bound and blindfolded.  She was a thing of beauty, and a sadist’s dream. 

       It was Jill who first noticed the woman was wearing another collar under the leather one.  It appeared to be stainless steel.  She could see no lock or hinges.  It was snug around the woman‘s throat.  Jill wondered if it was one of permanent collars she and Jon had talked about.  Both women were amazed at the beauty of the woman, and all her slave trappings.  Both Jill and Anne were secretly aroused by what they saw, and wondered what it would be like to be held in slavery like that.  They were to learn much more, all of it very exciting to both women.

       Jim handed the leash to the bound, gagged and blindfolded woman to Jon as he turned to see Jill and Anne.  He was obviously taken by them.  They were beautiful and their beauty was enhanced by their nakedness.  He smiled when he saw the ropes available to him.

       “Jon, what do we have here?”

       Jon replied, “Jim, let me introduce you to my slaves, my sex slaves. This is Jill, the lady you protected from the U. S. Attorney.  And, this is Anne.”

       Jim Carew looked at the two women, then back to Jon, “Son, there is more to these women than you are saying.  Are they sisters?”

       Jon chuckled, “No, they are in fact mother and daughter.  Jill came to me first and became my sex slave.  Her mother, Anne came later.  The reasons are rather complicated, but needless to say, they are both my sex slaves.”

       Jim walked over to Jill and Anne, “Ladies, do me the favor of putting your hands behind your neck.  I would like to see your beauty.”

       Mother and daughter did as they were told.  They stood there as Jim Carew walked around them, touching, squeezing, pinching and in general examining them.  From the tenting of his trousers, it was obvious that he was very aroused by what he was seeing and feeling.

       “Jon, they are amazing.  I don’t quite know how you did it, but you have a treasure under your roof.”

       Jon, tugging on the lease attached to Carew’s slave, moved over next to him and answered, “Yep, I know that.  But, before we get to far into the evening, who is this at the other end of this leash.  I didn’t know you were married.”

       “Well, I am not married”, replied Carew.  “This is Helen.  She is my sex slave in every sense.  I actually own her.  You say, ’How can that be in this day and age,’  Very easy, I bought her.”

       Jon was nearly dumb struck, “How did you buy a woman this beautiful, or any woman for that matter?”

       “Her husband was on trial for embezzling some two million dollars from his company.  I was representing him.  He had a bad heart.  In the meantime, I knew Helen was his sex slave.  He told me a lot about her.  Well, to make a long story a little shorter, he died during the trial of a heart attack.  I stayed in touch with Helen, and sometime later I learned she was in a serious financial state.  I offered her a deal.  I would pay off her debt, and give her a million dollars if she would be my sex slave for five years.  She agreed, and here it is some ten years later, and I still have Helen.  I have made sure her money is well invested and the total principle has increased substantially, but she is still very much my sex slave.”

       Jim walked away from Jill and Anne and went to his sex slave, Helen.  He removed the blindfold, and then the penis gag.  She was indeed a very pretty woman.  Jim hugged and kissed Helen, then turned back to Jon.

       “Jon, I think you will agree, she was worth the price.  She is an incredible sex slave with whom anything is possible.  I think she is a bit of a pain slut, too.:”

       Helen smiled as Jim told her story.  Jon replied, “Well, if you don’t mind, I would like to explore the possibilities with her.”

       Jim smiled, “She is all yours.  Helen give the man a kiss.”

       Jon pulled Helen to his body, pulling her tight against him.  He could feel her nipple rings against his chest, and his cock, which had slipped between her thighs could feel her pussy rings.  Helen kissed him with a very passionate kiss, much like he had taught Jill and Anne to do.  As he broke the kiss, he looked over to see Jill, then Anne kiss Jim Carew. 

       “Jim, I think you would be more comfortable in my play room.  Jill, Anne, show Mr. Carew the way to our play room.“

       The entire entourage made its way back to the orgy/play room.  Jim Carew stopped in the middle of the floor, looking around at the equipment, restraints and the display of whips on the wall.

       “Jon, you have done yourself proud.  I can see where a guy could spend a lot of time in this room.“

       Jon turned to Helen, “Slave, my cock is aching.  You need to put your mouth to work, making it feel better.“

       Jon watched as Helen knelt before him and took his cock into her mouth and played her tongue over the engorged cock head.  He continued to watch as Carew picked up some rope from the table and proceeded to bind the mother’s and daughters wrists behind their backs.  Another rope was bound to their wrists, then pulled up and tied to the backs of their collars.  Their bound wrists were now being held above their waists.  The bound and naked Helen was snuggled tightly against Jon as she sucked him. Jon Folkkes reached down and ran his fingers through Helen’s hair as she continued to work on his cock.       

       Carew knew what he wanted to do with this beautiful mother and daughter slave combination.  Using more strands of rope, he wound ropes around the base each of their breasts, winding it tightly around each breast and tying it off very tightly.  Their aching full breasts were now swollen, ballooning from their chests.  He ran the ropes through a pulling in the ceiling.  Pulling on the four ropes he pulled Jill and Anne up until they were standing on their tip toes.  He tied the ropes off, leaving them in this near suspended position.  They were literally hanging by their breasts, faxing each other, nipple to nipple.  Jon continued to enjoy the cock sucking Helen was giving him as he enjoyed what was happening to his sex slaves.  His cock literally throbbed in Helen’s mouth.

       Next, Carew wound several strands of rope around Jill and Anne’s waists, pulling the rope tightly, pulling their bodies tight against each other.  Their bound breasts were pressing against the other’s breasts.  Using two spreader bars, he bound both women’s legs, spreading them widely.  Carew stepped back to admire his handiwork as he undressed.  While he looked at the bound mother and daughter, Carew undressed.  Carew was a large man, possessed of a large cock which was now standing at the ready.  He stroked his cock as he walked around his two captives.  He walked to the wall where there was a considerable display of various whips.  He pulled down two medium flogger type whips.  He shook them out and walked back to Jill and Anne.  As he looked at his slaves for the evening, he decided to change their bondage.

       Removing the ropes from Jill and Anne’s waist, he retied several strands of rope tightly around each of their waists, leaving a long piece of rope dangling down between their legs.  The rope from Jill’s waist was pulled down and through Anne’s legs, with the rope being pulled tight into the soft folds of her cunt, up the sweet crevice of her ass and tied off to back of Anne’s waist rope.  Now Jill’s waist rope was irritating and tormenting her mother’s pussy.  Next, the rope dangling from Anne’s waist was pulled through Jill’s thighs, tightly through Jill’s pussy and ass, then tightly tied off to the back of her waist rope.  The object was clear.  If he whipped Jill, and she struggled against the whip, she would pulling on the crotch rope, and would be tormenting her mother’s pussy.  Likewise, poor Jill’s cunt would be tormented by the rope when Anne jerked, moved or struggled from the whip.        

       “Ladies”, Jim spoke in his signature Texas drawl, “What we gonna do here is entertain your attorney.  I am going to enjoy whipping your beautiful asses.  While I am doing that, you two are to start kissing each other‘s mouth as passionately as you can.  If you stop kissing for any reason, then I will be obliged to whip those sweet cunts of yours.  I will whip your cunts until I am satisfied that you are again kissing each other’s mouth with the passion I think you should be showing.  If I am not satisfied with your kissing, then I will turn you about and whip your cunts, and your bound tits.  Do you understand?”

       Both Jill and Anne, with worried looks in their eyes, nodded their heads. 

       Jim then said, “Your master assures me this room is sound proof.  So, if you feel the need to scream you will not be heard, but, if you scream, that means you are not kissing each other and your sweet cunts are in danger.  Now, dears, lets begin.”

       As Carew swung one of his floggers towards Jill’s ass, she and her mother started to kiss each other, passionately as ordered.  As quickly as Jill’s ass felt the fire from the whip, Carew brought the other whip across Anne’s ass.  Both women kissed each other harder and with more determination.  Carew was swinging both whips in a rhythm of first one, then the other.  Anne and Jill were attempting to stay as still as possible, not wanting to torment the other’s pussy.  But this was not to be.  Jim sensed what they were doing, and brought down a particular hard lash across Jill’s burning ass.  She flinched, attempting to turn her body away from the whip, jerked, and moaning as she did so.  The immediate effect was to jerk the rope tied to her tightly into her mother’s helpless pussy.  She kept her lips on Anne’s mouth, but she did jerk back causing the rope tied to her waist to be pulled tighter into Anne’s cunt, again.  Feeling the discomfort in her pussy, Anne moaned, then she too flinched when Jim Carew struck her ass with a hard blow.  Anne reacted stronger than Jill, and jerked the rope from her waist hard against Jill’s pussy.  Naturally, Jill flinched and jerked the rope in Anne’s cunt.  Both mother and daughter were feeling the sawing and pulling action of the ropes in their cunts.  Jim Carew was smiling.  He loved it when a plan came together.

       The whipping continued until Anne pulled her mouth away from Jill’s and screamed.  Carew stopped the whipping and approached Anne.  He kissed her on her tear dampened cheek.

       “Little mother, you are not kissing Jill.  Your sweet pussy is in for some discipline.  Now you get back to kissing your daughter while I attend to your cunt.”

       Anne moaned as she started to kiss Jill’s mouth again, just as Jim brought his whip up, and swung it down and under Anne, between her spread legs, striking her vulnerable and tormented pussy.  Anne absorbed the lashing and kept kissing Jill.  After five sound lashes, Jim started walking around the two tormented and helpless women, lashing them at will.  He as able to strike their bound breasts, hips, the backs of thighs, and again on their asses.  Jill endured, but she too pulled her mouth away from Anne’s and let out a crying scream.  Jim said nothing, but walked around to her ass and started whipping her pussy.  Jill screamed again.

       “Slave, you need to start kissing your mother, or the whipping of your cunt will continue.”

       Jim punctuated his statement by bringing two more lashes to Jill’s cunt.  Jill steeled herself and started to kiss her mother again.  Jim lashed their asses three more times, then stepped back to look at these two beautiful tormented and whipped slaves.  His cock was in full rut.  Both women were crying, yet were kissing as they were told.  Their cheeks and pretty lips were moist from their tears.  Carew moved back to them and ran his hands between their legs and found that both of their pussy was soaking wet.  As he rummaged through their cunts, they started to moan.  Their kissing became more intense.  Soon both were moving their hips in a sensual way, moving against Jim’s fingers and the rope that had tormented them.  It appeared they were about to experience a climax.  Jim kept rubbing their clits, arousing them more.  Jill started to cum first, with Anne’s right behind her.  Both sets of hips were moving, churning, humping as if fucking an invisible lover.  Their climax’ peaked, and as it subsided they were both were having trouble standing, forcing more weight and pressure on their bound breasts.  Jim hugged them both, helping them to stand.  Soon, he started to release them.  First he removed the spreader bars, then lowered the rope from the ceiling to their bound breasts.  It was interesting to see that both women, mother and daughter were still kissing each other, although at a slower, more deliberately  soothing rate.

       He removed the rope from their tightly bound breasts.  You could see the relief in their eyes.  Carew embraced both mother and daughter, kissing them.  Then, he ordered them to the couch in the middle of the room.  After ordering them to kneel in front of the couch, and to press their breasts into the cushion of the couch, he was presented with two well whipped asses, kneeling side by side.  He entertained himself by fucking Jill, then Anne, enjoying the sweet hot pussies of both mother and daughter.  He would fuck one until she showed signs of having a climax, then he would stop just short of that, leaving both mother and daughter very frustrated, sexually.  Each wanted to cum, but it was denied to them.

       Jim wanted a change in the game.  He pulled his cock from Anne, and made both move away from the couch.  First, he made Anne lay down on the floor, face up, her wrists still bound behind her.  She was placed with her head very near the base of the couch, with her naked body extending straight out from the sofa.  Next, Jim sat down on the couch, his legs and feet on either side of Anne’s shoulders and head.  Lastly, ordered Jill to straddle her mother’s head, and kneel in front of him, between his thighs.  Jill’s wrists were still bound behind her back, and her pussy was now right above her mother’s face.

       “Sweet Ladies, here are the new rules.  Jill, you are going to pleasure me by sucking my cock.  I don’t want you to make me cum, but I do want you to suck me, work on my cock, trying to drive me crazy with your pretty little mouth and tongue.  I have a little whip here in my hand, and if you don’t do your best, your sweet tits will know the reason why.  While you are doing this, you are to lower your cunt down to your mothers sweet mouth.  Anne, you job is to suck Jill’s cunt.  I want you to bring her to a crashing cunt burning cum.  Do you hear me?”

       Anne replied, “Yessir, I will do my best.”

       Carew retorted, “ I am sure you will.  Girls, get to it.”

       Jill kissed Carew’s massive cock, licked the heated purple head and took it into her mouth.  A moment later, Anne put her lips to her daughters cunt, licking and kissing her pussy lips and teasing her clit.  Jim could tell that Jill was having a hard time concentrating on her job.  Her mother’s mouth on her pussy was really distracting her, and driving her to a climax.  Jim Carew’s cock was throbbing as he felt his cock being worked on, and watching these two beautiful women do as he ordered.  One or twice, just to remind them he was there, he whipped a couple lashes across Jill’s breasts, then reaching down and around Jill, he was able to lay a lash or two on Anne’s. tits.

       It did not take long.  Anne had a very talented tongue, and she soon brought Jill to the crashing climax Jim had approved.  Jim watched Jill’s pretty face, lust written across it as her mother brought her to a cum.  Jill let his cock slip from her mouth as she buried her face in his lap, pressing her face against his throbbing cock.  When Jill came down from her cum, Jim stopped the action to have Jill and Anne change positions.  Soon, Anne was sucking Jim Carew’s cock as her daughter was sucking her cunt, trying to make her cum.  It seemed as if the evenings activities affected Anne even more than Jill.  As soon as Jill started to suck Anne’s cunt, she could feel the climax building in her.  Her cum crashed down on her, seemingly drowning her in lust and sexual excitement like she had never felt before.  Perhaps it was the taboo of her own daughter being made to suck her pussy. 

       To make things a little more exciting, as Jill was sucking Anne’s cunt, pushing her to a climax, Jon, who was fucking Helen on the bed, stopped and made Helen go to Jill.  Helen obeyed and knelt down, her face to Jill’s steaming cunt.  Jill felt her cunt was on fire again as Helen was pushing her to a cum.   As Anne was beginning to experience her crashing climax, Jill was humping Helen’s mouth, working her way through another orgasm.

       Anne felt Jill’s mouth seeming go mad.  She knew Jill was experiencing an orgasm.  She didn’t know how, and at that moment she did not care.  She was able to keep Jim’s cock in her mouth, her tongue lashing the sensitive head of his magnificent shaft.  She was immersed in a sadistic sexual fire, and her orgasm was exploding like a sky rocket.   As she regained her senses after her orgasm, she continued to suck the cock in her mouth.  All this was nearly too much, even for the jaded Jim Carew.  In a few moments his orgasm washed over him like a hot ocean wave.  He was humping Anne’s mouth like a mad man, his cock spewing hot lava like cum.

       Across the room could be heard the moans and utterances from Jon Folkkes and Helen.  They were back on the bed, fucking.  They had been watching the torments of Anne and Jill, and as mother and daughter brought Jim to his satisfaction, then Jon and Helen finished by fucking each other to a hot orgasm.  Jon looked over and saw Jill was still on the floor, laying there moaning and moving her hips about.  Anne was still sucking Jim Carew’s cock clean.  Her hips were moving suggestively.  He looked at Jim Carew’s face, and saw that the best attorney in Texas was smiling, and very satisfied.    

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Jon and Jill by JK

Chapter Eleven

       A long flight from Seattle, with some rough weather, made Jon Folkkes glad to feel the wheels of his Learjet 45 Long Horn touch the runway at Dallas’ Love Field.  At least the weather in the Dallas/Ft Worth area was good.  He had spent two days in the Seattle weather, and was glad to be home.  He taxied up to his hanger and shut down the two powerful jet engines.  His head mechanic Joe Padilla came out to welcome him.

       “How’s Seattle, Boss?”

       Jon smiled at Joe, “Wet, and miserable.  Airports were socked in, for the most part.  Next time, I think you should take the flight.”

       Joe chuckled, “Naaaah, I don’t think so.  I fix ‘em, so you can fly ‘em.”

       There was a bit more conversation about the flight and the performance of the Lear.  Jon then told Joe he had to do some paper work and contact a client.  Joe affirmed he would pull the Lear into the hanger.

       Jon finished the paper work, then sat back in his chair, enjoying the quiet of his office.  He had a lot on his mind.  For sometime this thing had been on his mind.  He was thinking about asking Jill Combs to marry him.  Jon and Sir Steven had talked at length about this.  Steven liked the idea, but told Jon to make sure Jill understood she would continue to be his sex slave, in ever sense of the word.  There was talk about Anne.  Steven didn’t see the problem.  He felt Anne could continue to be Jon’s sex slave, even if he was married to her daughter, Jill.  Steven saw no reason for things to change.  Steven offered his “barn” as the location for the wedding, and he would even volunteer to take care of the arrangements for a full blown BDSM Master and slave wedding.  Jon liked the idea.

       As Jon sat quietly in his office, he considered all aspects of his life, and the potential of a wedding to Jill.  The more he thought about it, the more he thought this would be the right move.  In fact, Jon Folkkes felt tonight would be the time to “pop” the question to Jill.  Having said that, Jon wanted it to be special, something that would let Jill know she was his sex slave, and even though she might be his wife, her status would not change.  If anything, he would have just a little bit more control over her.  His mind was working on how to make this special, as well as a defining moment.  He loved Jill, and wanted her for his wife, but he simply could not imagine her not being his sex slave, exactly like she is now, and even more so as time passed.

       As usual, Jon was welcomed by two beautiful naked sex slaves.  It was difficult to determine which one, Jill or Anne, was the most beautiful, the sexiest, and the most passionate sex slave.  He stood in the middle of the living room floor while they undressed him.  His cock was rigid.  Jill grasped his cock as she hugged and kissed him.  As he kissed Jill, he could feel Anne’s mouth on the head of his cock, with her hands fondling his balls.

       Jon broke the passionate kiss with Jill and said, “Damn, Girls, I wish you were glad to see me.”

       Anne giggled as she continued to suck his cock while Jill laughed, “Jon...Sir, we missed you.  Why don’t you sit down so we can show you how much.”

       “No, not right now.  I have not had lunch, or for that matter, no breakfast, and I am starving.  Let’s have dinner.  After that, I promise you something special.”

       Ann and Jill were excited about this “something special”.  Jon refused to talk about it as he escorted his two slaves to the dining room.  Dinner was light, just enough to stave of “starvation”.  After dinner, Jon made a couple phone alls while Jill and Anne cleaned away the dinner dishes.  He was still on the phone she they walked into where he was still talking to a client.  As he talked, Jill kneeled down in front of him and started to suck her Master’s cock.  Her mother cupped his balls while her other hand stroked the cock her daughter was sucking.  Jon completed his phone call, trying to not let this attention to his cock distract him.  He suddenly reached out and grabbed both women around their waist, pulling them to him, to his body.  They were surprised and gasped and squealed softly as he jerked them to him.  He kissed the both of them, hugging them tight.  They responded by hugging him and returning his kisses.  Next, was not really a surprise to them.

       Jon had them bring him some strands of rope.  He locked their wrists behind their backs with their leather cuffs.  Using the ropes, he bound their elbows tightly, making them touch behind their backs.  The strained shoulders pushed beautiful breasts out from their bodies and made them more available, and vulnerable.  Then he gave Jill and Anne a slap on their asses, telling them to get to the game room.  He watched these two beauties as they headed down to the game room.  Of, course, they were naked with high heels, and with wrists and elbows bound behind their backs.  He could clearly see the backs of their incredible legs, their slightly jiggling asses, their bound arms and wrists as they walked away from him.  His cock ached as he stroked it while watching his sex slaves leave the room.  He got up and followed them to the game/orgy room.

       It appears that Jon Folkkes had confused his precious slaves.  First, he had Jill kneel in front of the couch.  He bound her ankles tightly together, then did the same with her thighs.  The rope was cutting into her luscious thighs.  He is sat down in front of Jill,  looking down at her proffered breasts and ordered her to suck his cock.  To Jill’s surprise, he made her mother, Anne, sit next to him.  Both were watching as she sucked his cock.  After a short time, Jon and Anne started to “make out”.  They were kissing, hugging, and Jon was playing with Anne’s breasts and pussy.  Since Anne was bound, it was Jill’s job to entertain his cock.  Finally, Jon made Jill stop her sucking.  Picking up a penis gag from the end table next to the couch, he gagged Jill, pushing the gag, tightly, deep into her pretty mouth, filling it with the gag. 

       Jon stood and told Anne to go to the bed.  Anne climbed onto the bed, laying on her back with her legs spread as Jon ordered.  Her bound arms were trapped under he body.  Poor Jill was still kneeling on the floor, bound and gagged.  With heat in her cunt, and an ache in her heart, she watched as Jon fucked her mother, causing Anne to have a wonderful climax.  Afterwards, Jon had Anne suck his cock clean.  Jill noticed, that even though Anne had a magnificent cum, Jon had held off on his climax.  Perhaps he was going to fuck her..  Anne merely sucked his cock clean of her own juices.

       Jon stretched, and left the bed, telling Anne to come sit on the couch next to him.  He untied Jill’s ankles and thighs, leaving her wrists and elbows bound behind her.  As he sat there, his cock fully hard and aching for a cum, he had Jill stay on her knees and come to him, kneeling between his thighs.  Jon hugged her body to his causing his cock to press hard against her belly..  Jill closed her eyes as she was rubbing her venus mons and stomach against his throbbing cock and balls.  Jon removed the gag from Jill’s mouth, and allowed her to work her mouth after being gagged.  Jon leaned forward and kissed Jill.  She wanted Jon’s kiss.  Her return kiss was filled with passion, and love.  He pulled her to his body.  Jill still kneeling, and Jon sitting on the edge of the couch.  He managed to move his cock between her legs.  It was now touching and rubbing her pussy lips.  She could feel it.  It felt wonderfully hot.  She wanted it inside her pussy, but for the time being it was hot to just rub her cunt against the length of his cock. Jon moved his hand down har back to her velvet ass.  He slapped and kneaded her magnificent ass cheeks. Jill and Jon continued passionately kissing each other.  Anne was watching the heated exchange.  Her own pussy was beginning to ache again, even though Jon had just fucked her to a glorious climax.

       Jon continued to hug Jill with his left hand and arm, pulling her belly tight to his.  His right hand was still sliding over the silky skin of her ass.  Finally, while in the throes of a very passionate kiss, Jon raised his had and began to spank Jill’s beautiful ass.  It was fairly light at first, but the spanks, or swats became more serious and harder.  Jill kept kissing him, but she was beginning to moan from the pain her ass was experiencing.  In another moment, she was beginning to cry.  She stopped kissing Jon and turned her head away from his face, laying her head on his shoulder, sobbing as he continued to spank her.  Jon stopped momentarily.

       “Jill, slave, turn your face to me.”

       Jill did as she was told.  Jon could see the tears running down her pretty cheeks and splashing on her breasts.  Jon liked what he saw.

       “Slave, I am going to continue to spank you.  I know you are going to cry a bit, so put your mouth, open, to mine.  I want to catch your cries in my mouth.  Do it, or the spanking will be much harder.”

       Jill put her tear moistened mouth against Jon’s as he continued to spank her.  She did cry, and Jon did catch her cries in his mouth.  Her tears moistened his face.  To Anne, this was one of the hottest scenes she had seen in some time.  Jon’s cock was now painfully erect after “catching” Jill’s cries.  Jon stopped the spanking.  Jill continued to sob.  Also, she was still rubbing her pussy against his rigid cock.  Jon continued to catch her cries until she stopped.  Jon kissed her cheeks, kissing away her tears.  Jill was becoming more aroused as she felt his cock rubbing against her over heated pussy and the heat from her spanking being transmitted to her pussy.  Jon swatted her ass again to get her attention..

       “Slave, stop rubbing my cock, and listen to me!”

       Jon swatted Jill’s ass one again.  Anne was watching wondering what Jon wanted of her daughter.  Anne was also very aroused watching this event unfold.

       Jill, still sniffling, opened her eyes and looked at Jon’s face.  She stopped moving her cunt against his cock, even though there was a tremendous ache in her pussy for his cock.

       “Yes Sir”, replied an aroused and rather confused Jill.

       “Listen to me, Jill.  Are you happy being my sex slave?”

       “Oh, yes Sir.  Jon, I love you and I love being your sex slave.”

       Sooo…, no matter what I do to you or what I make you do, you still want to be my slave.”

       Her ass was still burning as she kissed Jon, “Yes, Sir, I want to be with you and be your sex slave.”

       Jon pulled her tighter to him, and kissed her, then spanked her ass again, one swat on each ass cheek.  Jill bit her lip, then kissed Jon again.

       “If I told you that your life would not change, ever, as long as you are with me, would you still want to be my sex slave?  In fact, I would probably make you more of a sex slave than you are now.  I will let others have you, to torture you, to make you have sex with them.”

       Jill nodded her head as she nearly whispered, “Yessir, yesser.” 

       Jon kissed her again, then said, “Jill Combs, I want to be my sex slave, and my wife.  Will you marry me?”

       Still in an erotic haze, Jill asked, “Uh, what…what did you say?

       Jon slapped her ass again, and asked, “Will you be my sex slave, and my wife?”

       His words got through the arousal and Jill realized what he was asking.  She started to cry again as she kissed him again and again.  Jon swatted her ass again.

       “Slave, stop trying to seduce me, and answer my question.  Will you be my sex slave and wife?”

       Jill, with trembling voice and tears of joy moistening her cheeks and her breasts, answered, “Oh, Jon, I love you so much.  Yes, please make me your wife, and keep me as your sex slave.  Keep me as your prisoner.  Oh, yes, yes, I love you, Jon.”

       Jon smiled, and kissed her again, “And I love you too little slave.”

       Anne was beside herself.  Even though her wrists were still bound behind her back she was kissing Jon and Jill.  She was so happy for Jill, and Jon.  This was a wonderful surprise from Jon.

       Jon turned to Anne, and kissed her.  With a tearful Jill watching, Jon asked, “Mrs. Combs, I want to marry your daughter.  I am asking you to give us your permission.”

       Now, Anne was crying with happiness.  “Of course, Mr. Folkkes, I am happy for the both of you, and you have my blessings.”

       Jill moved down Jon’s body until she reached his cock.  She bathed the head of his cock with kisses, then slipped her mouth over the throbbing head.  A smiling Anne looked up at Jon, who motioned for her to sit next to him.  Anne sat very close as she watched her daughter suck her future husbands cock.  Jon kissed Anne, several times as he played with her breasts.  Very soon, however, a climax was building in his cock and balls.  Before he knew it, his cock erupted in a glorious climax, filling Jill’s mouth with his cum.

       Jon relaxed and let Jill clean his cock while Anne was kissing him and her daughter.  When his cock was clean, Jill looked up at Jon and asked, “Jon, Sir, what will happen to my mother?”

       It was obvious Anne had not considered this.  A look of question and mild despair moved across her face.  She too looked at Jon for an answer.

       A smiling Jon Folkkes looked down at Jill as he hugged Anne.  “Nothing changes sweet slave.  You will be my wife and sex slave.  Anne remains as my sex slave, and the hotes mother-in-law I have ever known.  I wouldn’t dream of changing things.”

       A happy Jill leaned over to kiss a happy Anne.  It seems the future looks bright for the inhabitants of the Folkkes house.  Jon leaned down and kissed Jill, saying “I love you little slave.”

       Jon kissed Anne again, and squeezed her naked breast as he did so.  “You know, you are going to be the prettiest and sexiest mother in law I know of.  I want you here as my sex slave, just like it is.”

       Jon turned back to Jill who was still on her knees, but was kissing his face and neck.  “Sweet Jill, you must understand things don’t change.  You will be my wife, but you will still be my sex slave like you have been.  Even though you are my wife, I will still treat you badly at times, and I will still give you to others, and they will treat you badly.  I want to make that clear so you know what you are getting into.”

       Jill kissed him, passionately, then replied, “I knew what I was getting into when I started to date, and live with you.  I don’t want things to change.  Please, keep me as your sex slave, even your prisoner.”

       Jon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again.  He reached over and put his arm around Anne, pulling her to his body.  When the kiss with Jill finished, he kissed Anne.  The kiss was passionate, while Jill leaned and was kissing and sucking on Anne’s breasts.  All was well in the Folkkes home.

       It was somewhat of a struggle, but he was successful in making Jill and Anne pay attention to what he was about to do.  From under the couch, he pulled two back rather flat expensive looking boxes.  He kissed Jill, then from one of the boxes Jon retrieved a circle metal.  It appeared to burnished silver, but in fact was stainless steel.  A collar of stainless steel.  Jill recognized the item.  Subdued, yet excited, as she held her emotions in check.

       Jon held the steel collar up for her to see and inspect.  “Jill, you asked about what I am showing you.  I told you to beware of what wish for.  I have in my hand a slave collar.  It is special in that once it is installed around the neck of a slave, it cannot be removed.  I am asking you to wear my collar, letting the world know you are my sex slave.  On the front of the collar, in small letters are the words, “Jill, slave-property of Jon Follkes”.  I am asking you to wear my slave collar.”

       Jill was breathless.  She did not know what to say.  She was overjoyed.  She collected her thoughts, and replied.  “Jon, I want your collar, and I don’t want it to ever be taken off my neck.”

       Anne knelt up so she could see this collar.  It was a beautiful piece of art, and slave accessory.  She was in envy of her daughter.  Down deep inside, she wished she could wear the collar of a master, especially a master you loved, and who loved you.

       Jon opened the collar.  Midway was a hinge that was hidden when the collar was closed.  Both he and Jill could see the locking mechanism.  Once it was installed on her pretty neck, it would not come off.

       Jon kissed Jill, and asked the question, again.  “Do you want to wear my collar.”

       Jill became very sober and reverent as she answered, “Yes, Jon, I really do want to wear you collar, and I don’t want it to ever come off.”

       Jon slipped the collar around a kneeling Jill’s neck.  Jon’s cock was rising to the occasion.  After slipping the collar on her neck, he moved the opening together.  He noticed the collar, while not chocking Jill, would be comfortably snug.  Jill’s eyes were closed as her breathing rate increase with excitement.  Jon pushed the opening together and as he did so, he heard the locking mechanism lock.  There it was.  It was done.  Now Jill wore a permanent reminder that she was a sex slave to him. 

       Jill opened her eyes, and with a big lust laden smile on her face, she said, “Thank you, Jon.  Thank you very much, Sir.”

       Jon reached behind Jill and removed the bindings on her wrists, allowing her to touch her collar,  She ran her fingers over the collar lightly, feeling the metal.  She closed her eyes as she did so.  Then she opened her eyes and put her arms around Jon Folkkes, hugging him and kissing him.

       Jon had one more surprise.  From the other black box, he pulled out another collar which looked very much like Jill’s collar.  He turned to Anne, kissing her and hugging her close to him and Jill.

       “Anne, I have a second collar.  It is different than Jill’s, in that it has a lock that allows the collar to be removed.  It takes a very special key.  I have the only two keys that will open the collar, and they are locked in my office safe.  I am asking if you want to wear my collar.  Since we are not married, I would not ask you to wear a permanent collar.  If you wear it, however, I would not be prone to removing it.  What say you, Sweet Slave.”

       Tears were welling up in Anne‘s eyes.  “Oh, Jon…Sir, this is so much more than I could ever expect.  It is such a beautiful surprise.  As I saw you put Jill‘s collar on her, I wished that I could wear one, too.  Yes, if you want to put your slave collar on me, I will submit.  I will be your collared sex slave.”

       Jon kissed Anne, after which,  Jill kissed her.  The both watched as Jon put this collar on Anne.  Before installing it, he showed them the engraving on it.  Like Jill’s, it said, “Anne, slave-property of Jon Folkkes”.  Jon released Anne’s wrists so she could touch and feel her collar after he locked it on her pretty neck.  Anne seemed to be equally enthralled as Jill.  Shortly after, they adjourned to the master bedroom.

       The wedding was set.

       Steven’s “barn’ was magnificent.  In an area away from the orgy and torture area, seats were arranged, and the area was decorated with flowers.  Guests were in their seats.  Masters dressed as they wished, but slaves, wives and girl friends, were naked, and bound.  Superior Court Judge Weldon Conrad, himself a “slave owner” stood at the front of the room, ready to officiate the wedding of Jon Folkkes and Jill Combs.  He was wearing his judicial robe, but appeared to have no trousers on.  His feet were shod in sandals.  Music was playing as Jon Follkes and Sir Steven stood next to the Judge.  Steven was the Best Man at this wedding and was wearing black slacks and white dress shirt.  Jon looked handsome in his white western cut dress shirt and faded blue Wrangler jeans, festooned with a black leather belt and a Navajo silver and turquoise belt buckle,  along with a pair of black calf skin Nocona western boots.

       The music changed to the “Wedding March” (traditional).  The crowd turned to look down the isle to see Anne, the Matron of Honor coming down the while silken runway.  She was magnificent.  Her hair was style to perfection and make up was on point.  She wore a beige garter belt and nude collared nylon hose with matching beige high heel shoes.  Other than these adornments, she was naked, slave naked, as her wrists and elbows were tightly bound behind her back.  Around her neck she wore the collar Jon had placed there.  It seemed a fitting accent to her ensemble.  She was taking short minced steps, making her magnificent naked breasts jiggle and sway as she walked down the isle.  All eyes were on Anne, and many cock were hard, including Sir Steven, Jon Folkkes, and Judge Conrad.  When she reach the end of the isle, she took her place on the right of the Judge.

       Next came Jill.  Naked, beautifully naked, wearing a white garter belt, white nylon hose and white high heel pumps.  On her nipples were small white ribbons, held with nipple clamps  Her hair was decorated with small white flowers and a white veil hung down her back, nearly covering her bound arms and hands.  A smaller veil hung over her face.  Her wrists and elbows were tightly bound behind her back with white ropes.  She was a beautiful edition of her mother.  The cocks in the room seemed to get a little harder.  Like her mother, she walked in short minced steps, not unlike a stripper on stage.  Like Anne, Jill’s breasts jiggled and swayed delightfully as she moved down the isle.  On her arrival, she too moved to the right of the Judge, turning to face Jon.  The Judge motioned for Jon and Jill to move towards each other, facing each other, about two feet apart.  From the bulge in Jon’s trousers, it is obvious that he liked what he saw.

       The Judge started by saying, “Masters and slaves, we are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Master Jon Folkkes and slave Jill.  Is there anyone who objects to the joining of souls in matrimony?’

       From the back of the room, and unidentified male voice said, “I wanted to fuck her before they married.”

       The crowd laughed, as did Jon and Jill.  The judge continued, “Jon, do you take Jill combs to be your wife, to have an to hold?  Do you also take Slave Jill to be your completely abject naked and bond sex slave, never to free her from her bonds?”

       Jon smiled and replied, “Yes, I do.”

       “Jon, do you promise to care for your slave, and to teach her to be more of a slave, and sex slave than she is today?”

       “Yes, I do.”

       “Jill Combs, do you take this man to the your lawfully wedded husband, further, Slave Jill, do you surrender to Jon Folkkes to be his completely abject naked bound sex slave? To yield to his demands as your Slave Master, to accept his teachings, his torments and torture, and those of others he may give you to.  To accept and perform any sexual act desired by him, and others he may give you to?

       Jill barely whispered, “Yessir, I do.”

       “Will you follow the lead of your Master Jon and become more f a sex slave than you are today?

       Jill smiled, “Oh, Yes Sir, I will.”

       The judge turned to Sir Steven, and ordered, “Sir Steven, if you will, there is a rope hanging down from the ceiling.  Pull the rope down and bind it around Slave Jill’s wrists.  Then, pull the rope up until her wrists are pulled his above her, forcing her to bend over, then tie the rope secure, holding her there.”

       Steven did as the judge said.  Very soon, Jill was bound bent over, causing her full breasts to dangle and exposing her sweet ass.  The Judge then handed Jon a multi thongs flogger.

       “Jon and Slave Jill, I pronounce you Master and slave.  You are free to whip her ass any number of strokes you choose, then let the whip address her hanging breasts to show that you are her master, and she is your sex slave.”

       Jon reached out and took the whip while his left hand was stroking Jill’s silky ass.  Sharply, the whip was brought down across her ass.  Jill flinched and continued to absorb the next twenty blows.  Before she could gather her thoughts, her breasts were being whipped.  Very shortly she was sobbing, but contained her moans.  Jon finished whipping her and released the ceiling rope from her bound wrists.

       “Now, Jon and Jill, I pronounce you man and wife.  Jon, you may kiss your bride.”

       Wrapping his arms around Jill, he pulled her naked body to his, kissing her long and passionately.  The crowd applauded.  The judge spoke next.

       “Slave Jill, to show that you are surrendering to Jon to be his wife, and more importantly, his sex slave, I ask you to kneel before him and suck his cock, sucking it to a climax.”

       Jill knelt before Jon Folkkes as he unzipped his wrangler jeans and pulled his hard aching cock out of its hiding place.  Jill smiled and kissed his throbbing cock head.  She licked it, running her sweet tongue around the head, then she put her mouth over the head of his cock and pulled it inot her mouth.  Jon moaned softly  upon feeling her mouth on him.  Even with her arms and hands bond behind her back, Jill was ardent about sucking Jon’s cock.

       Meanwhile, Sir Steven moved over to Anne, untying her arms and wrists.  He whispered to her, “Slave Mother, go to your daughter and stroke your masters cock to help bring his off.”

       Anne, smiled and kissed Steven.  Turning away from Steven she walked to here Jill ws kneeling.  She too, knelt before Jon, her right hind grasping the shaft of his cock.  She began stroking his cock to the cadence set by Jill.  Jill opened her eyes to see Anne working on Jon’s cock with her.

       Anne leaned to Jill, kissed her on her cheek, and said, “Keep sucking my sweet.  I am here to help you bring Jon off.  I love you.”

       Jill kept sucking, in an a matter of a couple of minutes, the pressure on Jon became too great, and his cock erupted in Jill’s mouth, spewing hot molten lava past her pretty lips.  She kept sucking until his issue stopped.  Then, Anne pulled Jon’s cock from her daughter’s mouth and put her mouth on the still throbbing head.  She sucked, and ultimately cleaned Jon’s cock while Jill kissed her cheek.

       It was a beautiful sight,  The gathered well wishers applauded the performance as Jon helped Jill and Anne to their feet.  With his arms around both of them, and his cock still semi-hard, Jon turned to the crowd and made an announcement.

       “Friends, I want to introduce you to my wife  and slave, Jill, and my slave Anne.  Today I am a very happy man.  I want to thank you for sharing this occasion with us.  I want you to come and welcome my new family, and eat and drink.  Enjoy yourselves, and when you have a chance, you are more than welcome in our home.”

       About that time the music started.  It was a slow sensual type of music, allowing the dancers to dance a slowly and intimately.  All of the couples waited, waiting for Jon and Jill to have their first dance as a married couple.  Jon looked down at Jill, took her arm and escorted her to the middle of the dance floor.

       Jon bent down and kissed Jill, and said, “Milady, this dance is ours.”

       They started to dance around the floor.  Jon with his right arm around her waist, and his left hand on her right breast.  Jill’s arms and wrists were still bound behind her.  They danced very close, Jill pressing her naked body to Jon’s

       Jon kissed her again, and asked, “Well, Mrs. Folkkes, are you happy being my slave, and wife?”

       Jill kissed him, replying, “Yes…,yes Sir, I am the happiest girl in the world, or should I say, the happiest slave girl in the world.”

       They kissed again, Jon saying, “I am glad.  I love you, but most of all, you are my slave, a wonderful sex slave.”

       They danced for another minute when Jon said, “Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, Mistress Joanne was scheduled to come to our wedding, but was called out of town.  She really liks you.  Also, she wants you to come to her studio next week, after we come back from our honeymoon.”

       Jill, a little surprised answered, “Am I being fitted for more slave clothing?”

       “Well, not exactly.  She wants to use you for another demonstration before her audience.  She would like to have your mother there, too.  She thinks the both of you would add a lot to her presentation.”

       Jill hesitated, then kissed Jon, “Yessir, what ever you want.  Will I be auctioned off?”

       Jon replied, “I haven’t made up my mind yet.” 

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FIN

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