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Jeg trodde f�rst at �ynene spilte meg et puss. Det m�tte da v�re et
spill av skygger og d�rlig lys, ikke noe annet enn det. Likevel var det
som om den m�rke flekken ikke ville forsvinne, uansett hvordan lyset falt.
Jeg flyttet blikket oppover, opp til ansiktet til jenta som satt ved siden
av meg. Hun satt med lukkede �yne, slik hun hadde sittet under hele turen.
Hodet l� litt p� skakke og pusten gikk tungt. Hun sov.

Fremdeles var jeg ikke overbevist, det var jo tross alt ganske m�rkt i
kupeen, de hadde dimmet lyset for natten, s� det eneste lyset tilgjengelig
var ganske svakt. Utenfor var det riktignok helt stjerneklart, men det var
likevel ikke s�rlig mye lys som trengte inn i kupeen v�r. Jeg la meg litt
over p� siden og lot som om jeg sov.

Blikket mitt hvilte p� skrittet hennes.

Jeg var ganske sikker p� at det tidligere ikke hadde v�rt en m�rk flekk
der, men n� var det vanskelig � overse den.

Hun skiftet litt p� seg i s�vne, og tilfeldigvis la den strikkede jakken
hennes seg mer over skrittet hennes. Faen. N� som jeg virkelig var blitt
nysgjerrig. Hvis det n� var en flekk, hva kunne ha for�rsaket den? Hadde
hun mensen? Mest sannsynlig var det �rsaken, men det kunne ogs� v�re andre
ting. Hun kunne ha mistet kontroll over bl�ra i et lite �yeblikk, og
dermed var det gjort. Kanskje hadde hun lagt merke til det, men antok at
det ikke var synlig fra utsiden. En siste mulighet, den mest spennende,
var at hun hadde en s� v�t dr�m, at saftene virkelig str�mmet ut der nede.
Problemet med den teorien var at hun sov s� rolig, men det var kanskje bare
slik hun var.

Jeg lurte p� om jeg skulle t�rre � l�fte vekk jakkefliken, men lot det
heldigvis v�re. Bare sekunder senere kunne jeg sverge p� at jeg s� flekken
igjen. Den var st�rre! Den m�tte v�re det. Jakken l� fremdeles over
skrittet hennes, men flekken hadde vokst nedover. Jeg stirret som besatt
p� skrittet hennes. Dette kunne umulig v�re kj�nnssafter, hvilket skuffet
meg litt, det var p� en m�te den mest pirrende teorien. Fremdeles hadde
jeg to alternativer igjen, men inns� vel at den ene var ganske lite
sannsynlig.

En ekkel f�lelse av � bli iakttatt kom over meg. Jeg s� opp p� ansiktet
hennes, og hun s� tilbake p� meg. Jeg er redd for at jeg r�dmet, men hun
bare smilte til meg. Det var plutselig tungt � puste. Jeg hadde en
forutanelse om at hun lekte med meg. At hun hadde fullstendig kontroll
over hva som skjedde.

Hun flyttet p� seg igjen. Jakkefliken falt ned p� siden av henne s�
hele bukseskrittet ble synlig. N� var det ikke noen tvil lenger. Flekken
var stor! Begynte omtrent mitt oppe i skrittet og spredte seg nedover og
litt utover det ene l�ret.

Jeg s� henne i �ynene. Hun var ganske pen, hadde et litt rundt og
barnslig ansikt. Lyst blondt h�r rakk henne til skuldrene. Smilet hennes
var bed�rende, selv om situasjonen ga det hele et nerv�st preg. Hun s�
ganske ung ut, midt i ten�rene kanskje, eller muligens enda yngre. Det
eneste som tydet p� en viss alder, var de tunge brystene. Brystene
struttet ut som en kontrast til det unge ansiktet.

Hun lukket �ynene og la seg litt bakover. Tilsynelatende sov hun igjen,
men n� visste jeg bedre. Hun var like v�ken som meg.

Flekken vokste fremdeles, og n� kunne jeg se at den spredte seg utover.
V�sken trengte gjennom buksestoffet, og samlet seg i en liten dam mellom
l�rene hennes. I l�pet av noen sekunder forsvant dammen igjen.

Uten forvarsel reiste hun seg opp. Hun satt seg ned p� kn�rne over
skrevs over meg! Presset kroppen inn mot meg, brystene begravde ansiktet
mitt. Jeg kjente at v�sken fra skrittet hennes spredte seg over p� meg,
men klarte ikke gj�re noen motstand. Tvert imot la jeg armene om baken
hennes og klemte henne mot meg.

Opptrinnet varte kun i noen f� sekunder f�r hun reiste seg opp, forsvant
nedover midtgangen og inn p� toalettet. Rumpa hennes vrikket s� herlig p�
veien nedover.

L�rene og skrittet mitt var n� relativt fuktig, men ikke urovekkende.
Stolsetet ved siden av meg derimot, hadde en stor v�t flekk der hvor hun
hadde v�rt bare sekunder tidligere.

Hun kom raskt ut av toalettet igjen. Jakken hennes var n� kneppet
sammen, slik at det meste av flekken var tildekket. I den ene h�nden holdt
hun en plastkopp. Hun gikk bort til meg, tok ned bordet fra stolryggen
foran, og satt fra seg koppen. Uten � si noe som helst tok hun opp bagen
sin og gikk. Jeg s� lengtende etter henne da hun forsvant.

Koppen stod ust�tt p� det dirrende bordet. Den var s� full at noe av
innholdet hadde skvulpet over. Den var tydeligvis en gave til meg og jeg
var selvf�lgelig ikke i tvil om hva den inneholdt. Sp�rsm�let var bare hva
jeg skulle gj�re med det.

Med sterkt hamrende hjerte tok jeg opp koppen. Den var blitt varmet
opp, lunket, av innholdet. Jeg f�rte den opp til nesen og luktet. Det var
en umiskjennelig aroma, men ogs� med et overraskende s�tlig preg. Jeg s�
meg nerv�st rundt. Ingen i kupeen s� ut til � ha merket seg noe uvanlig.
De fleste sov eller stirret ut av vinduet.

Jeg tok en sup av innholdet.

Smaken var ubeskrivelig opphissende. Stram og salt, men tanken p� hvor
disse gyldne dr�pene kom fra var rett og slett ubeskrivelig.

Jeg tok en sup til.

Og enda en.

F�r jeg visste ordet av det var hele innholdet borte. Under hele resten
av turen satt jeg med smaken av den vakre blondinen i munnen. Jeg ventet
p� henne, men visste nok innerst inne at hun ikke ville komme tilbake.

Da jeg gikk av toget var hun ikke � se noe sted, hun m�tte ha g�tt av
tidligere. Jeg tenker stadig p� denne blondinen, og p� hvordan hun
forandret livet mitt.

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Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 26

Wednesday - Day 26

As I slowly roused out of my slumber, I could feel Chrissy's talented
mouth on my cock and something heavy on my chest. I opened my eyes and
looked down into Becky's. She had her head on my chest, and when she
saw that I was awake she moved her lips to mine for a little kiss.

"Chrissy tells me that she can still taste Jill on your cock," Becky
said. "I'm jealous of her."

"Well next time, don't bicker with your sister slave, and it will be
you cleaning the fluids of women you procure for me off of my cock," I
told her.

"You're driving that lesson home very effectively, sir," she replied.

"Did Jamie and Chrissy finish your punishment last night?" I asked.

"I thought I would die, but they followed your instructions to the
letter," she informed me.

"Excellent," I said. "And are you suitably punished?"

"Yes, sir," she said, "It's funny. Your punishments are always
to me, and I do not want to repeat them, yet I enjoy them soooo much
in the moment."

"Perfect!" I told her. "Now you are going to have to disappoint your
slave, because as much as I am enjoying what she is doing, my balls
are going to shrivel up and fall off if I keep cumming as much as I
have been. We are going to have a busy day, and I need my energy, so
ask her to stop and thank her for a lovely job."

"Slave," Becky said, "Your task is over for now. Our master does not
want to cum now, even though he is enjoying what you are doing."

Once again, Chrissy showed more obedience than the others by stopping
immediately, without even a parting lick. "I'm not your master yet," I
said. "We still have a week and a half."

"Just practicing," Becky said with a flirty smirk.

She got up and went to work, while Chrissy got Jamie up. Becky and
Jamie would each work a half day while Chrissy and I got started
early. I got up and showered, and after I was dressed I went to the
kitchen where Chrissy had made me breakfast. "Thank you, Chrissy," I
told her.

"It's my pleasure and my duty, sir," she said.

I looked over at her and said, "This will be the first quality time
we've spent alone. Can we talk for a bit?"

"Of course, sir," she said.

"You really are getting into this, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"I've already told you that you're the most obedient, but you actually
take it to extremes. You do more than you are even asked to. You said
that it was your pleasure and duty to make me breakfast, but no one
made it your duty. Why do you feel it is your duty?"

"My duty is to do anything I can to make my Mistress' life more
pleasant and happy," she explained. "Mistress is most happy when she
is making you happy. Therefore, my primary duty is to make you
happy. I thought that you would enjoy breakfast, so that made it my
duty to make it for you."

"Have you always felt this need to be so obedient?" I asked.

"Not always, sir," she answered. "I got breasts early, so boys were
always after me. However, when I started dating I realized that I was
not getting much out of it. Then, when I was sixteen, I went to a bar
with some friends and was picked up by this man who was probably about
30. He had such a commanding presence, it made my knees weak and my
pussy drip. I went home with him that night and he made me cum harder
than ever before.

"He instructed me to come back and see him the next night, and he told
me what to wear. He got me in deeper and deeper for about a week, and
then he found out how old I was. He told me that while he enjoyed me
greatly, and he wished that he could make me his slave, he could not
because I was so young. Even though he had never mentioned slavery
before, when I realized he was dumping me I cried and begged him to
make me his slave. He refused and told me to be an obedient little
girl and not see him ever again.

"I obeyed him, and I haven't seen him since, but it left a void in
me. He had ordered me around, he had spanked me, he had stripped me in
public, and in just the week that I was with him I realized that I was
a complete submissive. I tried being with regular guys, but it didn't
work. When I asked boys to abuse me they either dropped me as too
weird or they did a half-hearted job. I found a few people who I
thought would be good masters, but they were not.

"I apologize for the impertinence, but they treated me as you treat
Mistress and Mistress Jamie. And that just did not work for me, sir."

"Knowing you, I can imagine it didn't," I told her. "I treat Becky and
Jamie that way because that is how they should be treated. I would
never treat you that way, though I don't think I would be a good
master for you either."

"Thank you for understanding, sir," she said. "I had basically given
up on relationships, sir, because I could not get what I wanted. When
Mistress made her offer I was tempted, but I did not want to take the
chance. As I saw her again and again, I was more and more tempted. Now
that I have committed to her, I realize she was the perfect
choice. She understands what I need and she provides it. And I want to
thank you, sir, because as I now understand it, she would never have
done that if she had not changed for you."

"You're welcome," I replied. "Though I did not do it for you, I am
happy that it works out well for you. Thank you for telling me your
story. Now, however, we need to discuss the day. I want to get some
boxes and we should start packing. I'll get the truck later."

"Yes, sir," she said. "Just tell me what I should do, and I will do
it."

"I don't doubt that for a second," I said, smiling at her. "Seeing
your sexy, naked body, however, makes me realize that the clothes that
you girls are allowed are not really appropriate for moving. I want
you to go out this morning and get three pair of shorts, appropriate
colors of course, and three tight white tee shirts. Cut the tee shirts
off so that they come to just below the breasts, and the three of you
can wear those to pack.

"Now tell me about last night. I didn't get a chance to talk to any of
you about it. Did everyone have a fun time?"

"I think so, sir," Chrissy said. "We got there and got
drinks. Everyone wanted to know who would be entertaining you, but
Mistress would not say. She kept having us guess, and we all guessed
many wrong names, but finally Mistress Jamie guessed Jill, and
Mistress confirmed that. Joan and Rachel did not know Jill, so
Mistress and Mistress Jamie told them about her, and described some of
the recent events with her.

"Mistress Jamie could not believe that Jill had agreed to it, but
Mistress explained how we had made her so curious. We were all
speculating what you would try and what she would allow you to get
away with. Mistress Jamie thought that she would only allow straight
sex, but Mistress thought that by the end of the night you could have
her doing pretty much whatever you wanted. Mistress has a lot of faith
in you, sir.

"When we got home and saw the video that you had left, Mistress Jamie
acknowledged that Mistress was probably correct. Most of the night was
spent drinking and talking. Mistress filled Rachel in on some more of
our activities, and we could all tell that it made her really, really
hot.

"There was one thing that Mistress did that you would like, sir. After
everyone had a few drinks in them, she dragged us all to the bathroom
and she had us line up in front of the mirror. Then she said, 'Panty
check time girls. Raise your skirts.' Mistress, Mistress Jamie and I
all raised ours immediately, and Rachel and Joan soon followed. I
think you would have liked it sir. Five bald, naked pussies on
display, and a few of them looked fairly excited. Mistress threatened
that next time she would bring a camera so that she could bring proof
back to you."

"So it sounds like a good time was had all around," I said.

"Yes, sir," Chrissy replied. "I'm sure that Rachel attacked her
husband as soon as she got home, if not vice versa, though I feel
sorry for Joan, because she had no one to go home to. We should
probably try to find someone to fix her up with."

"That would be nice," I said, "but I want to be careful about messing
with people's lives too much."

Just then the phone rang, and I grabbed it. It was my friend
Mark. "Hey man," he said. "Jill called me and said that you were
moving today. What's the deal, and how come you didn't call to ask for
my help?"

"I'm sorry Mark, I didn't think about it," I told him. "We just
decided to move on Sunday, and I didn't think people would be free
mid-week. Are you?"

"Sure, and I think Mike can get off early," he told me. "But if we
help, you are buying beer and pizza."

"Deal!" I said. "Chrissy and I will be packing stuff up in the
morning, and I'll be getting the truck around noon. Becky and Jamie
are coming back at around 1:30, so why don't you show up at one and
you can help me load."

"OK," he said, "But who is Chrissy and what do you mean Jamie is
coming back?"

"Oh ho!" I exclaimed. "So Jill didn't spill everything. Come over and
we'll talk while we pack. You, at least, will be amused by the
situation."

After I hung up I called Mike at work and invited him over also. He
told me he could get off around three. I also called Bob, Lisa, Joan
and Jill, figuring the whole crew could come. Bob and Lisa had other
plans, but Joan and Jill agreed to come over to the new place to help
us unpack. Jill asked, "Can you keep your hands off of me in front of
the others?"

"Well, if you turn me on too much, I'll just grab one of my slaves and
use them to relieve the tension," I told her.

Jill sounded shocked as she said, "You'd do that, wouldn't you?"

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. It's good to be the
king."

After I hung up I started ordering Chrissy around. I had her pack some
things while I packed others. Most of the furniture was going to stay,
and the girls were just starting to re-build their wardrobes. I had
her pack my clothes, and I went through a lot of our paperwork. I
carefully wrapped up my computer and some of the other electronics and
I finally ordered Chrissy to go get the clothes for the girls.

I went out at noon and got the truck and brought it over. When I got
back, Chrissy was in the apartment moving boxes to the front door. I
took a close look at her. Viewing from bottom to top: she was wearing
Keds sneakers with little white socks and her legs were deliciously
bare. They reached into tiny red shorts, which came just up to her
hips, and then she was bare to just below her breasts. Over her
breasts was a cut-off white tee shirt, and over her left breast was
the name Chrissy. The collar of the shirt was ripped out, leaving a
large scoop neck. On her neck was a large black collar, matching the
cuffs on her wrists. Her hair was done up in a pony tail.

"Do you like, sir?" she asked me.

"Very much, but how did you find a shirt with your name?" I asked.

She did a slow pirouette, revealing that the back of her shirt said
'Three Slave Moving Company.' She said, "I own a clothing store. I do
have some contacts, sir, which can provide custom work on short
notice."

I just stood there; I think that my mouth was gaping open. "Is this
acceptable?" she asked.

"Unbelievable," I said. I couldn't wait until Becky came home. She
would absolutely revel in this. She was definitely going to be proud
of her little slave girl. I shook my head and said, "When my friends
come over to help, they are going to have heart attacks. Lay out the
others' outfits and let's start getting these things to the truck.

We worked for a little, and I was in the bedroom when I heard a knock
on the open door and a voice yelled, "Hello!" It was Mark, come to
lend some back power.

"Chrissy, go out and send Mark back," I said with a grin. I peeked out
the door after she left; I desperately wanted to see Mark's
expression.

Chrissy had to have known what I was going for, because she went to
the front door and asked, "Welcome, sir. Are you Mark?"

"Umm, yes," Mark said. "I think I'm in the right place."

"Yes, sir," Chrissy replied, giving a little curtsy. "My name is
Chrissy, and the Master asked that I show you to him. Please follow
me." Mark's expression was priceless. His mouth dropped open, and when
he saw what was written on the back of Chrissy's shirt, it dropped
even further.

Chrissy walked through the open bedroom door, and in full view of Mark
dropped to her knees, bowed her head and said, "Sir, your friend Mark
has arrived." She looked up at me briefly and winked. It was good to
know that she had a sense of humor!

Mark walked in and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"We're moving," I said. "Grab a box and let's take it to the truck."

"But what about her?" he asked, pointing to Chrissy, who was still
kneeling on the floor.

"You're right," I said. "Chrissy, get back to work!"

"Yes, sir!" she replied.

"OK, I'm really starting to get freaked out now," Mark said. "You stop
what you are doing right now and tell me what is going on!"

I laughed and said, "You are so easy, Mark. You should have seen your
face! Priceless."

"So this is all a put on?" he asked. "Who is she? Someone from work
helping you move?"

"Oh, no, she's real," I said. "Chrissy, come get introduced to Mark
for real. Mark, this is Chrissy. Chrissy, this is Mark. Chrissy lives
with us now. It's actually her house that we are moving into."

"Pleased to meet you, sir," Chrissy said. "Thank you for helping us
move. This place is too small and we want to get to a larger place as
soon as possible, so thanks for helping out in the middle of the
week. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you."

"No problem, I was off anyway," Mark said. He turned to me and asked,
"If she is living with you now, where is she staying? This is a one
bedroom."

"I sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed, sir," Chrissy piped in.

"Excuse me?" Mark said, unable to believe what he just heard.

"I sleep on the floor at the foot of Mistress' bed," Chrissy
repeated. Then she said to me, "Sir, I'm going to clean out the
refrigerator now," and she left the room.

"I think I need to sit down, and you need to explain, step-by-step,
exactly what is going on!" Mark said. I laughed again, and told him to
grab a box and I would tell him as we worked. I caught him up on what
had happened since we had dinner together, how Jamie had moved in and
then how Chrissy followed suit.

We were walking back into the apartment and he was saying, "No
way. This has got to be some kind of gag. Becky behaving this way was
a stretch, but Jamie and this new girl. You are putting me on."

Believing that a picture is worth a thousand words, I yelled,
"Chrissy, get in here!" Chrissy came running in and I told her,
"Chrissy, take off your shirt." Mark's mouth dropped open again, as
Chrissy pulled her shirt over her head without a moment's
hesitation. "Go put your shirt in the bedroom with the others'
outfits. You can put it back on when the others get home."

"Yes, sir," she said, and she went into the bedroom, dropped her
shirt, and went back to the kitchen.

"Oh my god!" Mark exclaimed. "Is she a stripper you hired?"

I sighed and said, "Help me pack, Mark. The others will be home
shortly." We packed some more items, while Mark kept glancing over to
where Chrissy was working topless.

Just a short time later, Becky and Jamie arrived home together. They
walked in and saw me and Mark working. Becky said, "Hi Mark! Hi,
Sir. We're ready to start working."

"Great!" I said. "Chrissy, come here and pack the girls' work clothes
and show them their moving outfits." Chrissy came in, topless, and
Becky realized what I was asking. She lifted her chin and dropped her
clothes. Jamie followed her lead, and soon they were both naked. Mark
saw both the fact that they each had shaved beavers, as well as the
fact that neither wore any underwear. They handed their clothes to
Chrissy and followed her into the bedroom.

As they passed Mark, Jamie said, "We'll be back in a minute." Neither
showed any apparent shame, but neither could hide the blush that
spread to their chests either.

Mark looked at me stunned and said, "OK, now I believe you." I just
smirked at him.

I heard a squeal of delight from the bedroom as Becky discovered the
treat that Chrissy had gotten for them. She ran out in her green
shorts and cut off tee shirt, followed by Jamie in her blue shorts and
Chrissy in her red. "Sir, did you see what my amazing slave got for
us? They're perfect!"

"I thought so," I said, smiling at her excitement. They all turned
around and gave us a show. "Now don't make it a lie, and get your
asses to work!"

They all looked at each other and in unison said, "Yes, sir!" With the
girls helping, we were soon finished loading the truck. We went up and
took a final look around to make sure that we didn't forget
anything. The only items that remained were furniture and clothing
that we were going to be getting rid of.

We went over to Jamie's apartment and quickly packed the few items
that were left there that she wanted to bring. We took them to the
truck and headed over to the new apartment. On the drive over, I
called Mike and gave him the location. He told me that he would be
there about fifteen minutes after we were. I parked the truck in front
and Chrissy opened the door. She knelt down outside the entryway and
held up her hands. In them were three keys. Mistress, Sir, Mistress
Jamie, I made up keys for you. Please accept them from me, along with
my thanks for moving in."

Mark was standing watching this ceremony with a bemused expression on
his face. The expression changed a bit after Becky took the keys from
her hands and gave one to me and one to Jamie, and then helped Chrissy
stand and gave her a big French kiss. At that point, I believe Mark
went from bemused to horny.

"If you start that up, we'll never get unpacked," I said. "We can
thank her properly later, in bed. Now let's start unpacking."

Mark grabbed a box as I did and said, "Have I mentioned to you what a
lucky bastard you are?"

"No need to tell me," I said. "I already know."

Mark and I were carrying the boxes in while the women directed where
they went. We were out in the truck when Mike came up. "Hey guy, grab
a box and take it in," I said. He grabbed one and I told him, "That
goes in the bedroom. Take it upstairs and have Chrissy tell you where
it goes."

He said, "Chrissy?" but went upstairs as he was told. He came down
with a stunned expression on his face, and I had to do the whole
explanation for him as well.

We continued with the boxes and when we were done, I went out to
return the truck. I told Jamie that I wanted her to come with me, and
she agreed. I thought the people at the rental agency, not to mention
the people who would see her on the way home, would definitely get a
kick out of her outfit. As we were getting in the truck, Jill and Joan
came up. Joan gave Jamie a once over, and Jill said, "Don't worry, I
gave her an update on the situation, so she won't be as shocked as I
imagine the boys were."

"That's good," I said, relieved that I wouldn't have to explain for a
third time. "You can go inside; Becky is in charge and can put you to
work." Jamie and I went to return the truck, and the reaction was what
I expected. Some of the people were fairly crude, and Jamie was
blushing like crazy, but she never made a sound of complaint.

We got home to a regular domestic scene. There were pizzas and drinks
in the dining room, and everyone was sitting around chatting. "Who got
the pizza?" I asked.

"We had it delivered, sir," Becky said. "Chrissy answered the door, so
I think that we are assured of fast delivery in the future!"

It was funny how after a day of working together, the other guys could
get to the point where they almost ignored the girl's state of
dress. Becky's comment, however, reminded them of it.

Mark was the wise ass who said, "Hey Jill, why aren't you and Joan
wearing moving shirts too?"

Everyone laughed and Joan said, "You wish, you horn dog. Three women
parading around nearly nude and that's not enough for you? You need
five! Mark, you couldn't handle five women! Hell, he's got three, and
I bet he can barely handle them!"

I had the grace to keep my mouth shut, but Becky didn't seem to have
the same restraint. "He handles three just fine. In fact, I am sure
that he would have no problem with five. Care to see him prove it?"

Joan blushed and Jill said, "Don't take that bet! Then again, while
you'd probably lose, you might enjoy it!"

I decided that this conversation had gone about as far as I wanted it
to, so I said, "There will be no proving anything to anyone
tonight. We just moved into a new place today, and we will spend the
night with the people who live here. Besides, Mark, those were special
order tee shirts, so you are out of luck."

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, sir, but that is not entirely
true," Chrissy said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I knew that Jill and Joan would be coming, so I had two made up for
them," she explained. "I didn't know Joan, but I thought that Jill
might like one."

Mike asked, "Where do you know Jill so well from?"

Chrissy looked to Becky, and she nodded, so Chrissy said, "We've been
out for drinks together, and she has had many conversations with my
Mistress." That sentence quieted the room quickly. While everyone knew
about the relationship in theory, hearing Chrissy call Becky her
Mistress certainly brought it home.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, and then Jill
said, "Chrissy, thank you for thinking about me. I'd like to change
into it before we get back to work. Care to join me, Joan?

"Umm, I think I'll pass," Joan said.

"Fine," said Jill. "Lead on Chrissy, and show me where to change."

We cleaned up the pizza and started back to work. I was working in the
study downstairs setting up the computer and everyone else was
upstairs helping out in the bedrooms. I heard someone come into the
room and Jill said in a sultry voice, "Does this do anything for you?"

I turned and looked at her. She had black shorts with the tee shirt,
and though she did not have the cuffs and collar, she apparently did
not have the underwear either. She kissed my head and said, "Maybe
you'll think of me later when you are with the girls?"

I smiled at her and yelled, "Chrissy!"

Jill looked at me funny as I waited for Chrissy to arrive. Chrissy
came in and said, "Yes, sir?"

I told her, "Jill is getting me all worked up with her sexy body and I
can't concentrate on work. Strip and blow me."

Jill looked positively shocked as Chrissy pulled her shirt off and
dropped her shorts. She knelt in front of me and opened my pants,
pulled out my cock and started licking on it. I kept eye contact with
Jill as Chrissy pulled my cock all the way down her throat.

"You see," I told her, "I don't even have to wait for you to leave to
get satisfaction when you tease me. Do you want to tease me any more?"

She continued looking shocked for a while, then smiled and pulled her
top off. "Does this help?" she asked.

"It does indeed," I said, and that is when Becky walked in.

She took in the scene and said, "Sir, I hope you are enjoying
yourself, but I thought that I should tell you that everyone is coming
downstairs, and they will see you if you continue." I didn't say
anything, and Chrissy continued, but Jill got embarrassed and pulled
her top back on.

"You're very lovely," Becky told her. "I'm sorry to have interrupted,
but I'm glad you weren't embarrassed further, although everyone will
think that you are cold."

Jill glanced down at her tits and saw her nipples standing at
attention. She started to put her hands in front of her to hide them
and then shrugged. "I sort of figured this might happen when I put the
shirt on. I'll just give everyone a thrill."

"Especially me," I said, and then told Chrissy to stop. I had her put
her clothes back on and we were all back to normal when everyone came
down. We were pretty much done for the night, so we said goodbye to
everyone. Jill changed back into her clothes, and Chrissy gave Joan
her moving outfit to take home.

After the guests left we walked around the house to take our own
little tour. It was a really nice place, and I couldn't believe that
we were going to be living there. We went into the bedroom and at the
foot of the bed was a big doggy bed. "What is that for?" I asked.

"Well I didn't want Chrissy getting cold when she slept on the floor,
so I got my little bitch a nice doggy bed," Becky told me. "But do you
know how nuts this slave is?"

"How nuts?" I asked.

"She told me if it turned me on, she would be happy to be made a bitch
for real!" she told me. "She said that she would fuck a dog for me!"

"A little extreme, don't you think?" I asked.

"I agree, sir," Becky said. "I'm glad that I own her, and not someone
that would take her up on that."

I looked in the dressers and closets, and while the girl's clothes
took up the majority of the space, there was room for mine. At least
they didn't need an underwear drawer!

We went back downstairs to clean up and Becky said, "Jamie, Chrissy,
could you excuse us? Sir, would you come upstairs with me. I'd like to
talk to you about something."

"Sure," I said.

We went upstairs to the bedroom and Becky closed the door. She said,
"One moment, sir," and went into the closet. She walked out of the
closet with no clothes on and dropped to her knees in front of me,
extending her hands above her head to show me the crop that she was
holding.

I took it from her and asked, "What is this one about?"

"Sir," she began, "tomorrow I am going to start my period. Whenever
this happened during our previous relationship, this meant no sex for
you. It meant no sex while I was PMSing, and no sex during my
period. I never even gave you a blow job, and of course anal sex was
completely out.

"I was unfair to you sir, and you put up with it. I put my feelings
above yours, and I want you to punish me for it sir. It goes without
saying that while I have my period, you may take me in my ass and my
mouth whenever you want. But sir, if it does not disgust you too much,
I would encourage you to fuck my pussy as well. Most of the time that
I have my period there is not much blood, and if you want me to, I can
clean myself out. What I am saying sir, is that you should not
hesitate to continue using me however you want, regardless of the fact
that I am menstruating."

"I understand what you are offering, and I will take you up on it," I
told her. "And to respect your wishes, you will be punished for
rejecting me in the past. Lean over the bed, arms around the bedpost."
I went and got some straps and bound her hands so that she was
standing holding the bedpost. I stood behind her and began beating
her.

Each time the crop landed it forced her into the bedpost harder. After
the first five I noticed that she was pressing her crotch against the
bedpost. The bedpost was ridged, and it looked like she was rubbing
her clit against it. I cropped her five more times, and she continued
to grind herself against the bedpost.

I stepped up behind her and pulled her head back with her hair as I
pushed my crotch into her burning ass. I whispered in her ear, "I am
going to start whipping you hard and fast, and I will not stop until
you cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" she panted. It was clear that it would not be long. I
stepped back and kept my word, giving her a stroke a second. She
started humping the bedpost and within about ten seconds she screamed,
"I'm cumming, sir!"

I kissed her on her cheek and said, "I am going to leave you here for
a while, so that you can think about how you used to make me feel. The
whipping was for that. After that, you can think about how you make me
feel today. The cum was for that." I kissed her again and I went
downstairs.

The girls looked up when I walked in and Jamie asked, "What was that
about?"

I said, "It was between Becky and me, and I would appreciate if you
did not interfere."

"Yes, sir," she said. "I'm sorry."

"That's OK," I said. I sat down and held my arms out. "Both of you
come over here. I need snuggling." They sat down and I held them while
I calmed down over what I had done to Becky. It was what she wanted,
but it took a lot out of me. I just sat there for about a half
hour. Finally I said, "Let's go to bed, and break it in." The girls
smiled and we all walked upstairs together. I let them walk ahead of
me in their little shorts.

They walked into the bedroom ahead of me and saw Becky still tied to
the bedpost, her ass striped red. "Oh my god!" Jamie cried, running
over to her. "Are you OK?" Then she turned to me and said, "Sir, how
could you?"

I was about to respond when Becky said, "He could because I begged him
to. I asked for this, and he did it even though he didn't really want
to. And besides it is not your place to question how he treats me, so
you apologize before you find yourself in this position."

Jamie looked at her, stunned. Then she nodded her head and turned to
me and said, "I'm sorry, sir. You told me not to interfere, and even
if you hadn't said anything, I shouldn't have questioned you. I
apologize and I hope that you can forgive me."

"I can," I sighed. "Help Becky down and rub some lotion onto her ass."
Jamie did as I asked, and we all got into bed. Becky was in the
middle, I was on her left and Jamie was on her right. Chrissy was in
her usual place at the foot of the bed.

"I think that even though this is our first night here, I'd like to
just hold you and go to sleep, is that OK with you?" I asked. Becky
and Jamie nodded. Chrissy didn't, I assume because she felt that her
opinion was of no importance. We all kissed. Chrissy turned off the
light and we went to sleep.

Thursday - Day 27

After yesterday's two aborted blow jobs, and the lack of any other sex
yesterday, Chrissy's mouth on my cock felt particularly good. I felt
Becky's head on my chest again, and I opened my eyes to see her
beautiful face. "Good morning, sir," she said.

"Good morning," I said. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"My ass hurts, but it's nothing that I don't deserve," she said. "I
have to tell you that I got really excited being tied to the
post like that. And the way you left me there! I have to admit that
after you left I brought myself off another time on the bedpost."

"Mmmmm, we'll have to make sure that you clean up after yourself in
the future, or that bedpost is going to get pretty messy," I told her.

"Does that mean I'll be tied to it again?" she asked with a hopeful
note in her voice.

"Absolutely," I told her. "Maybe I'll go to bed with a different slave
girl tied to each bedpost, though I'd need another slave girl for
that."

"Like Jill?" she asked teasingly.

"What you saw yesterday was playing," I told her. "I think it's
possible we could get Jill to play again. Maybe even to play with you,
if you work on her real hard. But I think you can forget any ideas of
making her a slave. She just hasn't the right mentality for it."

"Well maybe you can borrow Ronnie?" she suggested.

"I think we are getting ahead of ourselves," I said. "Another subject;
you are on the rag now?"

"Well, I have a tampon in, but my period hasn't begun yet," she told
me. "It will start some time today."

"I was thinking what it would be like to have all three of you having
your periods together!" I said. "That probably won't be fun."

"It won't happen, sir," Becky said. "We are all on the Pill, and we've
worked it out so that there will never be more than one of us
menstruating at a time. We want to make sure that you have the maximum
number of orifices available to you at any given time. I've spoken to
both Jamie and Chrissy, and they agree that you can fuck them any way
you want whether they are bleeding or not. Of course we all understand
if you want to avoid that entrance when it's bloody."

"It's nice to know that you are thinking of me so completely," I told
Becky, kissing her. "Now you have to get up, however. Chrissy, I'd
like you to stop now. It seems that I keep using you as a fluffer,
always getting me ready for sex, but never completing the act."

"That's quite all right, sir," Chrissy told me. "In fact, the thought
of you using me to prepare yourself to have sex with someone else
turns me on a lot. You can use me as a fluffer or for any other reason
that you want!"

"Well, time to fluff someone else," I told her. "I want to fuck Jamie,
so I want you to get her wet for me, but try not to wake her. I want
her to wake up to my cock penetrating her." Both Becky and I watched
Chrissy move between Jamie's legs and put her face into Jamie's
pussy. She started licking slowly and using her fingers to stimulate
Jamie's clit. I got up and walked behind them, and I could see that
Chrissy's pussy lips were wide open and wet. "You can play with
yourself while you do that," I told her. I heard her moan and I saw
her bury two fingers in her twat.

Jamie was moaning quietly in her sleep, and in just a few moments
Chrissy backed off and said, "She's very wet, sir."

Jamie moaned and rolled her hips when she realized the mouth on her
pussy was gone. I climbed between her legs and positioned myself in a
pushup position over her body. "Chrissy, put my cock by her entrance,
get it a little wet, and make sure it goes right in when I fuck her."
Chrissy obeyed and I readied myself. I gave Jamie a little kiss on her
lips, and then I slammed my cock into her. Chrissy's hand got trapped
in the first stroke, but she quickly pulled it away. Meanwhile,
Jamie's eyes shot open as she felt me violate her. She wrapped her
arms and legs around me and screamed, "Oh my god!" and she came! She
came with my first stroke when it woke her from sleep. That didn't
stop me, and I kept pounding her.

She came for the first ten strokes, and then dropped her legs back to
the bed. I kept drilling into her. "Good morning, sexy," I managed to
get out between strokes.

"Oh, what a good morning it is!" she exclaimed, and started thrusting
back at me. She was approaching another orgasm, but I was there
first. Before she could reach hers, I was cumming into her. "I'm so
close," she said, and I tried to keep pumping, but I knew it wouldn't
do the trick, so I turned to Chrissy again.

"Chrissy, do her ass!" I instructed. Chrissy reached below me and
drilled a finger right up Jamie's ass. At the same time I could feel
her reach her thumb around my cock and onto Jamie's clit. The
combination of my cock and Chrissy's fingers put Jamie right over the
edge. She screamed again and came around my shrinking cock.

After she came down I rolled off of her. I looked at Chrissy and said,
"In addition to fluffing, you also get cleanup. Suck my cum out of
Jamie, and play with yourself while you are doing it. Keep going until
you have all the cum and you have also cum."

Jamie moaned, "Oh, no! I'm too sensitive. Please don't."

"I don't care," I told her. "Chrissy earned this. In fact, Becky,
while she is doing it, I want you to lick your obedient slave's ass!"
Becky had just been watching, but now I got her involved. "Play with
yourself while you are doing it, too." I told her. It was clear that
Chrissy was going to cum well before she got all of my cum out of
Jamie, and Jamie would not be too far behind. "New instructions," I
said. "No one stops until all of you have cum at least once." As I
suspected, Chrissy came first, then Jamie quickly followed and Becky
came behind that. When they were all done, there were four exhausted
people collapsed on the bed.

We all remained nearly motionless as we waited for our energy to
return. Finally I started moving. I told Becky to get up and get to
work. She said, "I don't want to! I want to lie here all day!"

"Well, you can't," I said, "so move your lazy, albeit sexy, ass!" I
pulled Jamie's head to mine for a kiss, and then pushed it down my
body. "Jamie, you mustn't forget to clean your messes!" She cleaned me
with her tongue and then she and I got up to go to the shower.

"Hey, the new shower is much bigger," Jamie said. "Can Chrissy join
us?"

"Of course," I said. Becky grumbled about the unfairness of having to
leave instead of joining us, but she did leave for work. Chrissy
joined us in the shower and we washed each other. No sex, just naked
bodies rubbing against each other; it was a sensual pleasure, rather
than sexual.

As we were getting dressed I asked Chrissy, "How do you manage to keep
a place this big clean?"

"I have a cleaning service that comes once a week," she said.

"Ummm, are they going to have a problem with three naked slaves
wandering around?" I asked.

"I didn't think about it, sir," she told me, "It's a small, privately
owned company, and they are very discreet. I can call today and feel
them out to see if it will be a problem, or we can just arrange to be
dressed when they come."

"Why don't you call them," I said. "I think it would be good for
some people to wander naked in front of the cleaners."

"OK, sir," Chrissy replied.

Before we left, Jamie brought something else to my attention. "Sir, I
wanted to remind you of something I told you last week. My sister
Cindy is coming into town tomorrow, and is expecting to stay with me."

"That's right, you did tell me that," I said. "How do you want to
handle that?"

"Sir, I want to do whatever you tell me to," she said.

"Ahhh, neatly dropping the whole problem in my lap," I said.

"Sir, one of the benefits of having a master is that it relieves one
of making important decisions," she said with a smile.

"Very well, I guess I have to take the bad with the very, very good,"
I said. "Call her and give her the new address. She can stay in your
bedroom; I don't really think you'll be using it that much. I assume
that you haven't mentioned the change in living arrangements with
her?"

"Not yet, sir," she replied.

"What time is she getting into town?" I asked.

"Early afternoon; I am meeting her at the train station," she
answered.

"Fine, then bring her back here; I'll have the others reasonably
dressed. Take her out to dinner tomorrow night by yourself and you can
explain it all to her. When you come back home, things will be back to
normal, so make sure she is OK with it. If she's not, she can stay at
your old place; there is enough there to keep her comfortable for a
week."

"OK, sir," she said. "I wasn't sure what I should do. Thank you for
telling me. I'm pretty sure that she won't have a problem with our
arrangement; in fact, she'll probably find it fairly titillating. But
she's the first family member that I'll be telling, so it will be a
bit hard to do."

"I'm sure you'll do fine," I said. "Just remember that the most
important person that you need to make happy is you, not her."

"I thought you were the most important person that I had to make
happy," she said with a grin.

"If making me happy is not making you happy, then you are in the wrong
relationship," I told her.

She kissed me and said, "Good answer, sir."

At work I went about the process of changing my address, phone
numbers, etc. When I was talking to my co-workers about my move, I
realized it was an amazing place for a party. I called Becky and
asked, "How do you feel about a housewarming party this weekend?"

"Who would we invite?" she asked.

"Friends, co-workers, acquaintances," I told her. "I thought it's a
great house for a party, and it would be fun to have one. We can get
some food catered in and just have a nice time."

"Ummm, sir, I think it would be nice, but may I be so presumptuous as
to ask what the dress code would be for your slaves?" she asked.

"Mmmmm, that's a thought," I said. "All of Jamie's and your co-workers
over to see you kneeling naked at the entryway; serving them drinks in
your French maid uniforms; being spanked when you spill a drink;
blowing all the gentleman and licking all the ladies as parting
gifts. Do you think that would be fun?"

"Well, sir, I don't think I would like that at all, and it would hurt
our careers," she said. "On the other hand, I can feel my pussy
getting wet from the thought. So as is appropriate, I will leave it up
to you, sir."

"Do you mean that if I told you, you would strip naked and serve
everyone you know?" I asked.

"Of course, sir," she said calmly.

I was amazed, though I would never force her to do that. I wasn't sure
if she agreed because she knew I would never follow through or not,
but I strongly suspected she was completely for real. "I think the
dress code for the party for the three of you will be tastefully
sluttish. Have Chrissy pick out appropriate clothes for all of you; I
trust her taste. How about we make it Sunday afternoon into the
evening?"

"That works out," she said. "Do you want me to arrange for the food?"

"That would be great," I said. "Can you also call Jamie and tell her?"

"Sure, sir," she said.

"OK, I'll see you tonight," I said.

On the way home from work I stopped in at the gym. As I had hoped,
Nelly and Ronnie were both there. I asked if I could talk to them. I
had been getting notes home about the progress of both Becky and
Jamie, but I wanted to talk to Nelly in person, to really talk to her
about it.

"First of all, I wanted to talk to you about my ladies," I
started. "How are they really doing? Are they cooperating and putting
the effort in?"

"They really are," Nelly said. "Jamie is doing well, following all my
advice and coming in often enough. Becky, however, is like a
machine. She keeps pushing herself, trying to do better each time. I
don't know if you've looked closely at her body recently, but she is
much more toned and somewhat thinner. She hasn't been doing it for all
that long, but you can definitely see the difference!"

"Well, I've definitely looked closely at her body, but I wasn't
looking for that. I'll have to examine her carefully," I said.

"You should," Nelly said, "because she is doing this for you. I asked
her once why she was pushing so hard, and she said that she was going
to make her body perfect for you, so that you would always be happy
with it. That girl is completely over the moon for you."

That statement sort of brought me up short. I knew that Becky loved
me, but it made me really reflect on the fact that she was doing
everything in her power to make me want her. It was something that I
would have to think about more.

"And what about you two?" I asked. "I know that Becky has been
somewhat meddlesome in your lives, and I want to make sure that
everything is OK."

"I'd like to answer that," Ronnie said. "Things are very different for
us, but in a good way. I had feelings that I didn't want to
admit. Nelly knew about them, but played along with my delusions
anyway. Becky shook us both up and showed us how we should be. We
don't have the same relationship that you have with Becky, but it is
one that is working for us. I'm happy, and I think that Nelly is as
well."

Nelly nodded and said, "Becky is meddlesome, but usually in a good
way. We are still feeling our way through our relationship, but we are
going in the right direction." She smiled at me and continued, "I made
the offer to Becky, and I'll make it to you. The two of you have made
my life better, so if you'd ever like to borrow Ronnie again, or would
like to spend some time with me, or both, feel free to ask." Ronnie
blushed, but nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," I said. "I may take you up on that another
time. Meanwhile, I had one more thing to discuss with you. We've all
moved to a new place, and we are having a party on Sunday. We'd like
it if you could come."

"What kind of party?" Ronnie asked with a grin.

"A regular party with a lot of friends," I said with a smile. "You may
come any way you'd like, but I've instructed the girls that their
dress code would be tastefully sluttish. They are inviting co-workers
and friends that are not that close, so we are not going to advertise
our relationship."

"We'd be happy to come," Nelly said. I gave them the details and I
went home.

That night, we had a nice dinner in our new dining room; well, new for
everyone but Chrissy. During dinner we discussed some of the logistics
of the party; everyone thought it would be really nice. After dinner
we retired to the study (and that was a phrase I never thought I'd
use). I said, "Jamie, Becky, come stand in front of me." They came
over and I studied their bodies intently. They looked confused, but I
continued and asked them to turn for me.

When I finished my examination I said, "You are both taking your
workouts seriously, aren't you?" They both nodded, and I said, "Well
it shows. I am very proud of you in particular, Becky. Your body is
definitely better, and you are more toned. You definitely have a
sexier body."

She smiled very happily and said, "Thank you, sir! Jamie and I are
both working very hard to make our bodies the best they can be for
you!"

"Well I wanted you both to know that I appreciate it, and a little
later on I'll show you just how much!" They both grinned goofily at
each other.

"On a slightly different note, did Jamie tell you about her sister?" I
asked.

"Yes, sir," Becky said, and Chrissy nodded.

"Tomorrow you should remain dressed until Jamie takes her sister for
dinner, but after that, things will go back to normal, OK?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said, "though I have to say that it will be a bit
weird to wear clothes inside."

"Then I have you properly trained," I said.

"Sir, there is another point I'd like to raise," Jamie said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Becky and I were talking about how we are going to tell our parents,"
Jamie told me. "We grew up together, and our parents are friends. So
we thought that we would invite our mothers in on Saturday and break
it to them first, and let them explain it to our dads. So would it be
OK if we had lunch with our parents on Saturday?"

"Would you like me along?" I asked.

"That's very brave of you, sir, but I think we will do a girls' day
out," Jamie said. "Becky's mom knows you, but mine does not. I think
that we should prepare them first."

"Yeah, my mom likes you now," Becky said, "in fact I think she
expected that you'd eventually be her son-in-law. But she might not
like you as much after we are done with our discussion. I'd like you
out of clawing distance until they really understand how we feel."

"OK, what about your sister?" I asked Jamie. "Will you take her with
you, or not?"

"I'm still thinking that one over," she answered. "On the one hand, if
she is OK with it, it could help convince my mom. On the other hand,
she could be a match thrown on the fire if she says the wrong thing or
if my mom thinks I'm corrupting her. She can be a smart ass sometimes,
and she may find it humorous to inflame my mom. I'll have to decide on
Saturday."

"OK, I know this is hard on you," I said. "I am not looking forward to
this myself, but if you'd like to bring them back here when you are
done, I'd be happy to talk to them. I'll just have Chrissy remove all
the knives first."

"I don't think it will end up that bad," Becky said. "Our parents are
fairly reasonable, and they do want us happy. If we manage to convince
them that we are happy, then I think they'll be OK. We'll let our
mom's convince our dad's before we talk to them, though."

When we were done with that conversation, I had the girls join me on
the couch. Chrissy had a fairly large screen TV, and there was a
romantic comedy on cable. I had the girls sit on either side of me and
told Chrissy to sit cuddled up to Becky's feet. She was very happy to
do that.

After the movie was over, Becky looked at me hopefully and asked,
"Will we be inaugurating our bedroom tonight, sir?"

"I think we will," I said. "Let's go."

The girls practically ran up into the room. They all three jumped on
the bed and Jamie asked, "How do you want us, sir?"

"Tonight, I think will be another porn sex night," I said.

"Ooooo, goody!" Becky clapped.

"Chrissy, come here," I said. I put a pillow down at the foot of the
bed near the bedpost. I had her sit on the pillow, her back leaning
against the bedpost. I pulled her hands behind her so they were around
the bedpost, and tied her wrists together. I then went to the front of
her and spread her legs so that one leg pointed towards the bedpost at
the head of the bed, while the other leg was pointing towards the
bedpost at the foot of the bed. Her legs were separated 90 degrees;
she was a very limber girl so this was no problem for her.

I went to our bag of tricks and took out a couple of long strings and
a set of nipple clips. I attached a string to each of her big toes and
then strung it around the inside of each of the bedposts that her feet
were facing, around the bedpost and then back to Chrissy, attaching
the other end of the string to clips on Chrissy's nipples. I stood
back and examined my work. Chrissy was spread open, and if she tried
to close her legs or lean in any direction she would feel it painfully
on her tits.

I reached over and pulled one of her legs further onto the bed, and
she hissed as her nipple was extended sideways. I released her leg,
put my face near hers and asked, "Comfortable?"

"For now, sir," she answered cautiously.

"Good," I said. "Now for my next slave. Jamie, I want you on your
hands and knees, your mouth on Chrissy's open pussy. Your instructions
are: make her cum, a lot. As incentive, if she does not cum more than
you do, tomorrow it will be you in her position." As Jamie did not
enjoy pain as much as Chrissy, and was not nearly as limber, it was a
threat she took seriously. She immediately jumped in between Chrissy's
legs. On the first swipe of her tongue, Chrissy involuntarily started
to bring her legs a little together. She quickly snapped them back
apart as her nipples were pinched in the clips.

"And for my last little slave," I said to Becky, "go to the bathroom
and lose the tampon. I feel like some pussy tonight!" She ran to the
bathroom, and I yelled after her, "And bring me some lube!" She was
back in a moment and handed me the lube. I poured some over my cock. I
assumed that she would be a little dry and didn't want to fuck her
until she was wet.

"You lie on your back and put your head between Jamie's thighs," I
told her. "If Jamie succeeds in giving Chrissy more cums than you give
her, you will be wearing a pair of nipple clips all night." She
quickly squirmed her way between Jamie's thighs and started laving her
pussy lips with her tongue.

It would be an interesting competition. Jamie was eating Chrissy well
but I couldn't tell whether Chrissy was distracted or more turned on
by the occasional tugs on her nipples. By this point, Becky had gotten
very good at eating pussy, and she knew Jamie's buttons, but Jamie was
somewhat distracted by working on Chrissy. As for Becky, I had
something that I was going to distract her with.

I put a pillow under Becky's ass and pulled her feet up to rest on my
shoulders. I lined up my lubed cock at her cunt, took a long look at
the chain of women in front of me and shoved my cock into Becky in one
smooth, fast movement. This caused Becky to scream into Jamie's pussy
and pull Jamie's cunt tighter into her face. That movement caused
Jamie to be pushed forward into Chrissy's cunt, and since her hands
were holding onto Chrissy's hips, it also dragged Chrissy's legs a
little closer together. That, of course, pulled the clips attached to
her nipples, which sent Chrissy into her first screaming orgasm.

After that, we settled into a rhythm. I kept pounding away, watching
them all move as they had multiple orgasms. I then pushed Becky's legs
forward some more, pulled all the way out and slipped my cock up her
ass. That set off yet another chain reaction that ended with me
cumming in Becky's tight, hot rectum.

I pulled out and said, "Everyone, stop. Time to tally up. Chrissy, how
many times did you cum?"

"Four, sir," she said, breathing hard.

"And you Jamie?" I asked.

"Only three times, sir!" she declared triumphantly.

"Only three orgasms in a session. Poor girl," I said, smirking.

"And what about you, my sweet Becky?" I asked.

"I came three times as well, and I loved every single one of them!"
she said. "I guess I'll be sleeping with nipple clamps?"

"I guess you will," I said.

Becky looked over at my shrunken penis. "Shall I clean you off, sir?"

"Yes," I said.

She started to move up to my cock, but I said, "You can use a
washcloth."

"Thank you, sir," she said. I guess tasting her own menstrual blood
was not something she would enjoy, which was good, because it wasn't
one of my turn-ons either. When I was all cleaned I went and got a
strap and a dildo from the toy box.

I went up to Chrissy and wrapped the strap around her shoulders,
pinning her to the bedpost. I then inserted the dildo into her
dripping cunt. I told her, "I think you, my slave's little slave, will
spend the night like this. I'd suggest that you don't move too much in
your sleep." The strap would keep her from falling over in her sleep,
but every time she tried to close her legs she would feel it in her
tits.

She whispered, "Thank you so much, sir."

"You're welcome," I smiled at her. I got another set of nipple clips
and attached them to Becky. Then we snuggled up in bed and went to
sleep.

Friday - Day 28

It was strange waking up to something other than a blowjob, but that
is what happened on Friday morning. Becky was kissing me awake, and
seemed quite agitated. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Sir, I'm very sorry," Becky said. "I know that you said that Chrissy
should be the one to give you your wake up blow job, but you didn't
give me permission to untie her, and I didn't know if I should have
given you your blow job, or if I should have untied Chrissy. I'm sorry
for having to wake you like this."

I was quite surprised that this was upsetting her so. "Becky, I will
not die if I am woken by something other than a blow job," I said. "In
fact, I won't die if I don't get a blow job at all! So don't be upset;
you did nothing wrong."

I kissed her and she said, "Thank you, sir." This was another thing
that I needed to consider. Becky was subsuming herself to my needs so
much that it seemed to pain her when things went wrong. I'm not sure I
liked the extent that she was taking this. Nonetheless, my mind was
too groggy first thing in the morning to consider it fully.

I sat up and looked over at Chrissy, and she was awake and watching
me. "How are you doing, Chrissy?" I asked.

She smiled and rocked her hips forward, pushing the dildo a little
more into her cunt while causing her nipples to be pulled by the
clips. "Just fine, sir," she said.

I turned to Becky and said, "Untie and unclip your slave. You should
probably massage her legs as well, they are probably fairly sore. When
you are done, you can remove your clips as well."

Becky did as she was told while I woke Jamie up. I showered with
Jamie, and when I came out Chrissy was asleep on the bed. Becky said,
"She didn't get much sleep last night, and she fell asleep while I was
massaging her."

"Then you must have been doing a good job," I said. "I'm proud of
you." She practically beamed when I said that. I kissed her and sent
her off to work.

I told Jamie, "I realize that you haven't been giving me my massages!
You are going to have to schedule me in soon."

"I am at your complete and utter disposal, sir," she said.

I liked the sound of that, but unfortunately I had to go to work, so
we kissed and went our separate ways.

When I came home that night, Becky greeted me at the door, gloriously
nude. "Did Jamie already head out to dinner?"

"Yes, sir," she said. "They came by earlier and Cindy dropped her
stuff in Jamie's room. She showed her around the house, and then they
went out. Cindy seemed very impressed."

"I'm not surprised," I said. "I am still impressed when I come in
here. So how did she seem?"

"Well you have to remember, sir, that I've known her since she was a
baby," Becky explained to me. "She was the annoying little sister that
you always had tagging along, but she grew up pretty cool. I haven't
talked to her that much recently, but Jamie says she cuts quite a
swath through the boys."

"Do you think she'll freak about our living situation?" I asked.

"No, I think she'll be cool with it," she answered.

"Did they say when they'd be back?" I asked.

"Around 10PM, sir," she replied.

"Well then, go get Chrissy and get dressed," I said. "I'd like to take
the two of you out to dinner."

She ran upstairs and in about ten minutes they came down, in matching
dress of course, although with Jamie absent it seemed to be missing
something. We went out to a nice dinner and had a fun conversation. No
slavery or humiliation here, just good food and a pleasant time.

We got home before Jamie, so after the girls stripped off their
clothes we went to relax in the study. At a little after ten we heard
the front door open and Jamie called out, "Honey, I'm home!"

I asked Becky and Chrissy to stay in the study while I went out to
meet Cindy. I walked in as Jamie was just finished undressing. I
expected Cindy to look a little uncomfortable, but she just looked
amused. When I walked in, Jamie turned to me and said, "Sir, I'd like
to introduce you to my sister, Cindy. Cindy, this is my Master."

"Hello Cindy," I said. "Pleased to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Cindy said. "What should I call you? Sir?"

"If you'd like," I said. "I assume you had an interesting and
enjoyable dinner?"

"Interesting, definitely," she said. "I'm not sure I understand
everything that is going on, but if you can get my uptight sister to
loosen up, I'm all for it."

"Uptight!" Jamie shrieked. "I am not uptight!"

"I know," Cindy said, cracking a smile. "I was just yanking your
chain. So what do you guys do at night?"

"Lots of different things," I said with a little grin. She blushed,
but I continued, "Right now we are watching a movie in the study. Care
to join us?"

They nodded and we walked into the study. Becky was on the couch and
Chrissy was on the floor cuddling at her feet. Both, of course, were
naked. Jamie walked over to the couch, but Cindy stopped at the
door. "Man, do I feel overdressed," she said.

"If you'll notice, I am wearing clothes as well," I told her. "It's
just the slaves that have to do without, so try not to feel self
conscious."

"It's amazing the way you just say that," she marveled. "It just flows
off your tongue: the slaves have to do without. You do realize that in
normal homes, people don't have slaves, don't you?"

"Well, I guess that would depend on how you define normal," I
said. "However, I will concede we do not have an average home. But let
me ask Becky something. Becky, are you happier now or were you happier
a month ago?"

"Now!" she said with no hesitation. "Definitely now, 100% now."

"Chrissy?" I asked.

"Now, sir," she responded.

"Jamie?" I solicited.

"Without question, now," she said.

"So, Cindy, there you have it," I said. "I'll add my vote. You have a
house of four people, each one significantly happier than they were
before. Does it make a difference if it's normal?"

Cindy looked at all of them, and then shrugged her shoulders. "If you
are happy, who am I to say anything about it? What are we watching?"

I sat down to Becky's left, and Jamie sat on my left. Cindy sat next
to her and put her head on Jamie's shoulder and we watched the movie,
a romantic comedy. When it was over I said, "Time for bed, girls."

Cindy said, "They have a bedtime?"

"What we have," Jamie replied, "is the desire to do anything he tells
us. If he says its bedtime, we will go to bed. And if you close the
door to your room and put your head under your pillow, you might
believe that we are sleeping." She kissed Cindy on the forehead and
walked towards the stairs. We followed in a little procession; me,
Becky, Chrissy. Cindy trailed in the rear, and we separated when we
reached the bedrooms.

"I'll see you in the morning, Cindy," I said, and followed my girls
into the bedroom and closed the door. I didn't think that Cindy would
be putting her head under her pillow after she closed her door, but
she had been warned. I sent Becky to the bathroom to get ready, and
when she was back I looked at all of them and asked, "Who's first?"

Becky and Jamie looked at each other and said at the same time, "Her."

"OK," I said, "get on the bed. Chrissy, you come with me."

I got some toys and took Chrissy to the bathroom. I fitted the
strap-on dildo on her, and we marched back into the bedroom,
side-by-side. We walked over to the bed and I stood in front of Jamie
while Chrissy stood in front of her Mistress. "Blow us," I said.

Becky and Jamie smiled at each other and leaned forward. Jamie took my
cock in her mouth and started running her tongue along the
crown. Becky, meanwhile, was licking the sides of Chrissy's fake cock,
getting it as wet as she could. She then put her mouth over the head
of the cock and slowly pushed her head forward. She kept moving
forward, only occasionally backing off for a moment to let her mouth
and throat get used to it. The dildo that Chrissy was wearing was
slightly longer than my cock, but Becky still managed to press her
nose up against Chrissy's bald pussy. She pulled all the way off,
winked at me and said, "Thank you for the practice, sir," before
sinking the cock back into her throat in one smooth motion.

At the same time Becky was perfecting her craft, Jamie was not being
idle. She could not deep throat me, but the movement of her tongue and
lips on my cock was heavenly nonetheless. While Chrissy could have
gone forever with her cock, I couldn't take much more. I slowly pulled
out of Jamie's mouth, and had Chrissy do the same with Becky.

I had the girls turn over onto their stomachs, with their legs hanging
off of the bed. One thing that I really liked about Chrissy's bed,
besides the size and the four posts, was the fact that it was higher
than a normal bed. That height put Jamie in exactly the correct
position for me to slip my cock into her pussy when she was on her
stomach. Chrissy was shorter than I and had to reach a little, but it
worked for her as well.

As I started thrusting into Jamie, Chrissy began doing the same to
Becky. I looked over at Becky and told Chrissy, "I think that your
Mistress' ass is too white. I want you to spank her while you fuck
her. I want you to spank her hard."

"Oh, yes Chrissy. Spank your Mistress' ass hard," Becky moaned. "Show
my master that he is in charge!"

Chrissy began spanking Becky on every stroke, and I did the same on
Jamie. Soon, both their asses were red, and both were cumming. I
stopped Chrissy from moving, and I stopped moving in Jamie as well,
while the two of them caught their breaths. Then, just when the edge
was off, we started again, pumping even harder. I left Jamie's ass
alone, but Becky kept begging for it, so Chrissy kept spanking her
ass. It was glowing and Becky was sobbing in pain and pleasure. I
motioned to Chrissy and on the next stroke we both pulled all the way
out and pushed deep into their bowels instead.

"Hey Chris," I said. "We got ourselves some three holers! How is that
one?"

She replied in a deeper voice, "She is a really hot slut. She can suck
like there is no tomorrow. Her cunt was amazing, but her ass! It's so
tight. And look at the way she begs for it. She really is a slut!"

"Where do you think we should cum?" I asked. "Should I pull out and
shoot my load into her filthy mouth? Or maybe splatter her face and
make that one lick it off?"

"No, I know what you should do," she said. "Keep fucking her ass and
shoot in there. Then drag this one over and make her suck all your cum
out of her dirty asshole. This one is such a slut, she'll probably
like it. I keep spanking her ass and all she can do is cum!"

It was true. The entire time we were talking, both Becky and Jamie
were cumming. Becky was moaning quietly and begging almost
incoherently that Chrissy should fuck and spank her ass. I had been a
little concerned that Jamie would be more reserved with Cindy in the
house, but I think she was actually louder, as if she was trying to
let her sister know that she was being well and truly fucked. She was
screaming, "Fuck my ass! Shove your big cock up my tight little
asshole! Cum up my ass!" Not being one to deny a begging woman, I
slammed my hips into her ass and came. I held her as I poured
everything that I had up her ass.

I pulled out and moved Chrissy back. Then I pulled Becky up by her
hair and moved her behind Jamie. "Hey you little slut, drink my cum
out of your girlfriend's dirty ass! My friend here is going to keep
fucking your ass until you get every last drop!" Chrissy moved back
behind Becky and shoved the dildo back into her ass, pushing Becky's
face into Jamie's ass. I saw her tongue moving into Jamie's ass, and
she also stuck two fingers up Jamie's dripping cunt.

Jamie screamed, "Eat my ass!" while Chrissy kept pounding
Becky. Watching the three of them go at it made me so hot that I was
hard again in no time. I went around behind Chrissy and pushed her
over so that she was leaning across Becky's back. She reached under
Becky and grabbed her tits and pulled. I pulled Chrissy's hips back so
that the dildo was just barely in Becky, then I positioned my cock at
Chrissy's pussy and slammed myself forward, pushing Chrissy into Becky
and Becky into Jamie. I