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BBW Seeks Dom - 50 Ch. 01

By: Scorpio44a



[This story contains D/s, shaved pussies, nudity, oral sex, anal sex, ff, mf, mff, helplessness, forced orgasms, spanking, butt plugs, a chastity belt and at least three surprises. If any of those things will offend you go read some other story. It is not my intention to offend you. Please turn on your willing-suspension-of-disbelief so the three things that aren't physically possible or likely won't bother you.]



BBW Seeks Dom – 50 (Culver City) 

One line in a list of mostly-twenty-somethings asking for Prince Valiant or Brad Pitt. It got my attention. I'm sixty-something and looking for a bit more companionship. Not just any kind of companionship, you understand. I'd like a new submissive woman in my life.

Click.

The ad read: "Sweet, curious possible submissive looking for white dominant alpha male for tutoring/mentoring. You would need to host, I have a roommate. My fantasies are of a gentle Dom while I masturbate. Very curvey. Lost 40 pounds this year and want to lose more. Disease free, drug free. Will you teach me? Pls send pic."

Click.

More and more interesting. I hit the mouse often enough to be looking at a "send email" screen. I typed, "bbw seeks Dom..." in the subject line. In the message area I typed: "I will consent to a single meeting to see if we are a match for tutoring/mentoring in D/s. The meeting must be in a public place such as a coffee shop, park or other place where we can talk and still have you feel safe. I am a Dom and must get to know you before committing to tutor you in the world of D/s so your experience is satisfying to both of us.

I recommend we meet this Friday, beginning between 10am and 1pm and we allot two hours for our conversation. Where we meet is your choice and I recommend you bring a trusted friend with you for your own safety. Between reading my email and when we meet on Friday you may masturbate only once and that once may not be on Friday. I await your response." I downloaded a picture of me that was taken at my last birthday breakfast, where the other attendee's had been cropped out of the picture. All that was visible in the shot was me seated at an outdoor table with a platter of Huevos Rancheros in front of me. Click. I hit the "send" button. It was 5:18pm on Monday.

My business took over my mind and time passed. By eleven I had added seven new pages to a novel I'd been working on for months. The chapter about a conflict between sisters loving the same man had been resolved, for the moment. I performed my nightly ritual and went to bed alone.

At six Tuesday morning my alarm sounded and I got up. I did my morning ritual and dressed for the consulting appointments I had that day. I had time to check my emails, so I did. Nothing from "bbw seeks Dom."

Tuesday evening at eleven still no response. I wondered if "bbw" checked her email every day, once a week or if she had checked and decided not to respond. I knew I'd know if I had a meeting with her by seven on Friday morning.

At 11:03pm Tuesday my phone rang. My first thought was that I would answer and she would say, "This is bbw seeks Dom." My second thought was that she didn't have my number, so it wouldn't be her. I answered my normal answer, "Nick."

A female voice I recognized instantly said, "Nick, A woman was shot about an hour ago in apartment three-eighteen. I heard the shots. I'm afraid." Sandy couldn't ask for what she wanted. She could want it. I could hear her request in the unsaid. I also knew Sandy lived in apartment three-twenty-four.

"Pack a bag with clothes and things for four days and nights here. Are you Ok to drive or shall I come to get you?"

"I can drive, Nick. Thank you for inviting me."

"Are the police still on site?"

"Yes, Nick. I can hear them talking in the hallway." 

"Open your door and get one of the officers on the line with me, please."

"Yes, Nick." The next minute was filled with me hearing her do as I asked. Finally a male voice came on the line. "Officer McMillan."

"I need to ask for a favor, Officer. As you can no doubt see my sister is terrified. She needs to get to her car and drive to my home. The favor I ask is that she be escorted to her car, her car checked and that an officer watch her leave the parking structure. Is that possible?"

"I'll do it myself, Sir. I'll have her use her cell to call you after she is on her way."

"Thank you." He gave the phone back to her and I said, "He's going to escort you. Get packed in less than two minutes and when you are about a mile from the apartments, call me on your cell."

"Yes, Nick. Thank you." I hung up. I looked at the clock and saw it was eleven after eleven.

At eleven twenty-three my phone rang again. I answered, "Nick."

"I am one mile from the apartments. You told the officer that I am your sister."

"That is a discussion for another time. For now please accept that he responded to you being my sister better than if I had said you are my lover. Drive safely. I will wait for you in the kitchen."

"Yes, Nick. Thank you."

I ended the call. I heard the garage door open at midnight. A few seconds later it closed again. Sandy quietly came through the door, removed her shoes and walked barefoot into my kitchen.

I opened my arms and she came to me. She dropped her bag and then I helped her into my lap. I kissed her gently once and held her for quite a while, until she stopped shaking. Her breathing calmed and I thought there was a chance she had relaxed all the way into sleep. I moved my arm and she startled.

"Easy little one. You are safe." I whispered. She calmed again and said, "I kept you up."

"Yes. Now, I need to know, do you work in the morning?"

"Yes!" There was alarm in her answer. I knew she needed direction and calm to be ready for work in the morning.

"Sandy, You will run to my bedroom, strip, shower and get in my bed. You will be on the side away from the alarm when I get there. Tonight you will sleep with me and I will hold you. You are loved, protected and safe. What time do you need to be up in the morning? We do not want you to be late for work."

She thought for a moment and calculated how much time she needed. "I need to be up at six, Nick."

"I'll set the alarm. Go!" I kissed her again and she ran.

I closed down the house and joined her. Sandy had taken a hot shower, cleaned the bathroom after doing her ritual and was in bed waiting for me. I pulled her close and held her in my arms as she warmed up, stopped shivering and went to sleep. The forth graders in her class would have a strange day beginning in just about eight hours.

At six the alarm sounded and I shut it off. Sandy was awake, but didn't move until I said, "Up! And do whatever you need to do to get ready for work. Do nothing for me! I will make you a quick breakfast. When you are done with work today come back here. Go!"

She flew from the bed and so did I. I made her a wrap for breakfast with eggs, bell peppers, a little cheese, and a dash of picante sauce wrapped in a tortilla. I put hot black coffee in a travel cup and met her at the door to the garage as she was leaving for school. She wanted to thank me over and over. As she started the second "Thank you" I stopped her.

"I've got it! Now go. Teach them well. My heart will be with you all day."

An hour later I checked emails and found one marked, "bbw seeks..." on the subject line.

I opened it and read, "Thank you, Sir, for answering my ad. Meeting Friday at ten will be fine. Rather than anywhere in Culver City I recommend 26 Beach Café in MDR." She gave the address and since I like eating there I was quite willing to meet there. She continued, "As per your request I will not masturbate more than once between now and Friday morning. Do you have a request for what I wear?" She signed the email, "hopeful".

Click. Reply.

"hopeful-

I do have a request concerning clothes. If we go farther than Friday I will ask that you adopt a new dress code for anytime you are out in public. I will ask that you wear skirts and dresses, not pants. Nylons and suspender hose are acceptable, but never pantyhose. I do not like red clothes, nail polish, jewelry, lingerie or shoes on a woman. Those are some of the guidelines for every time we are together, after Friday. How you dress on Friday is totally up to you." 

Click. "Send."

The next time I had reason to check emails it was almost three in the afternoon. There was one with "bbw seeks Dom" as the subject line. When I had read and dealt with all the others I opened it.

"Sir; I noticed your email says "those are some of the guidelines..." If I may be bold for a moment, I wish to ask what the other guidelines are so I may begin preparing my self and life to comply. If this request is inappropriate, I will expect to suffer the consequences of being inappropriate. I promise to be a good student." Signed, "hopeful".

Click. "Reply."

"hopeful – Appropriate can only be evaluated on the basis of what you know of the culture you are in at the moment. At this moment you cannot be inappropriate. Your request for more information is accepted and applauded. If we go past Friday these things will be expected:

•Dresses and skirts in public. No pants unless I direct you to wear them. (It will be very rare).

•Bare legs, nylons or suspender hose are appropriate in public.

•Panties will be worn from the day before your anticipated period until it is over. Panties that are stained, torn or worn out will never be worn. All non-period days you will have your pussy bare and accessible. There is a master calendar in my office at home. Your anticipated period days will be marked on that calendar. If you are irregular in when you have periods know that we will be seeing doctors to get them regulated.

•You will keep your body hair-free from your collarbone to the bottoms of your feet. We may schedule and have laser treatments done to eliminate hair growth on your body (but probably not until next year).

•Shoes are not worn in our home. If you are mine, my home is your home. Shoes will be removed as soon as you are inside either my home or yours.

•In my home you will dress in lingerie or nothing most of the time. I will choose.

•All your clothing will be pleasing to me or they will be gone. 

•In public I will be addressed as Nick, not Mr. or Sir unless otherwise instructed.

•Public Displays of Affection will be acceptable if permission/instruction is given. Holding my hand, having your arm around me and hooking my arm with yours are particularly pleasing to me.

•Submissive poses or behaviors (lowered head, hands clasped behind your back, kneeling beside me, etc.) in public will be punished unless directed by me.

•Your masturbation and cumming are by permission only.

•Your body is mine. We will care for your body as if it were my own, because it is. You will exercise, eat properly, stay hydrated, visit the doctors and dentists as often as I direct. The openings to your body will not be used by anyone without my direction.

•Your bare ass does not sit on furniture. A towel, napkin, or something must be between you and whatever you sit on, except the toilet."

Click. "Send."

For the next half hour I worked on a document I was preparing for a client. As I worked I heard a ding, announcing the arrival of a new email.

Subject: "bbw seeks Dom..."

Click.

"Nick, I have read and understand (so far) the rules you shared with me. Thank you, Nick for sharing. I am willing to align my life with these rules without knowing why they exist. I can mentally put them in the category of, "to please Nick" and that is reason enough to follow the rules. However, perhaps if I knew the thinking behind the rules I could more easily adapt my thinking and behavior and be a better sub.

If I am being a pest I apologize. I am so anxious to please you that Friday seems a month away." Signed, "hopeful and anxious".

Click. "Reply."

Subject: "Enough!"

"hopeful – Call this number: XXX-XXX-XXXX. Do it now."

Click. "Send."

One minute passed and the phone rang. I picked up and heard a feminine voice ask, "Nick?"

"The subject line of your ad reads?"

"bbw seeks Dom – 50." Her voice sounded almost scared. I smiled.

"I can tell you are anxious. My schedule is open enough today that I am willing to change our Friday meeting to today. Is that possible for you as well?"

"Yes, Sir. I work at home and have a very flexible schedule most of the time."

"Ok. Here's what you do: Shower. Shave your legs, pits and pussy. Dress in a skirt. Not a tight skirt and not longer than knee length. Wear comfortable shoes. Athletic shoes are acceptable. A loose fitting button front blouse and a bra. You have all that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tuck your driver's license in the left cup of the bra. Carry your keys in your hand. No purse or other items. You may bring anything you think you might want or need including things you would want to have with you if you were to spend the night in my home, but those things must stay in your car. Drive to 26 Beach café and get a seat at a table for two near the front windows. Be there by one o'clock."

"Yes, Sir."

"Give me your instructions, so I know you have them."

"Shower. Shave your legs, pits and pussy. Dress in a skirt. Not a tight skirt and not longer than knee length. Wear comfortable shoes. Athletic shoes are acceptable. A loose fitting button front blouse and a bra. Tuck your driver's license in the left cup of the bra. Carry your keys in your hand. No purse or other items. You may bring anything you think you might want or need including things you would want to have with you if you were to spend the night in my home, but those things must stay in your car. Drive to 26 Beach café and get a seat at a table for two near the front windows. Be there by one o'clock."

She repeated it word for word. I would have bet she knew and used Gregg shorthand. I said, "Perfect! No red?"

"I changed nail polish right after I got the email telling me you don't like red."

"What did you do with any bottle of red polish you had?"

"Gave it to my sister, Sir."

"Will you be bringing a safety person with you?" I asked.

"No. May we still meet?"

"Yes. Drive carefully... and smile." I hung up.

At ten before one I was parked near the café and watched as a black three-year-old Lexus parked near the café. A tall woman exited the car, straightened her clothes and locked her car. She put eight quarters in the meter and headed for the front doors of the café. She was wearing a denim skirt that flared nicely from her hips and ended three or four inches above her knees, athletic shoes and a button front blouse, also denim. The blouse had the top two buttons unbuttoned. It was not tucked into the skirt, leaving it loose. I was pleased. She followed directions well. At the distance I was from her, my evaluation said she still needed to lose thirty pounds to be at a really good weight.

I locked my car and followed her into the café. As I entered Miguel saw me and began setting my regular table. I waved at him and walked to the woman I had watched, now sitting beside a front window looking nervous.

"You are very prompt." I said.

She smiled and asked, "Nick?"

I sat across from her. Miguel served two iced teas and left two menus. She started to speak and stopped when I said, "Miguel knows I like iced tea. He assumes you do, too."

She didn't look at my face, but glanced from looking at the table up to my face and then back down. Her behavior told me she had done some reading about how subs should behave.

I said, "What you read about the proper sub behavior isn't always the case. I like to be eye to eye when I'm talking to someone. We are here for a conversation. I want to see your eyes."

She looked directly at me and after a few seconds she teared up.

"Tell me what prompted the tears, please."

"I didn't know what to expect. You could have been anything. I've been scared for days like a little girl who knows she gets to go somewhere exciting, and wants to go and is afraid at the same time."

"You are quite brave. Meeting a Dom is dangerous. You have already said to me, "I am a submissive. I can be controlled and hurt. Scared to the extent that you shook as you drove here and you are still quivering a little. All that and you came anyway. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Sir."

"One of the rules says that in public I am Nick. That means in public and mostly anywhere I am not Sir."

"Yes, Nick. Thank you."

Miguel came to the table and said, "Are you wanting to wait to order?" I looked up at him and said, "One BBQ chicken salad with the dressing on the side and two forks. Thank you, Miguel."

I turned back to face her and said, "What shall I call you?"

"My name is Marie, Nick."

"Do you like that name or did someone give it to you and you just keep using it?"

"My Grandmother gave it to me."

"Where is your Grandmother today?"

"She died six years ago. In Texas."

"Then she won't be offended if you change your name?"

"No, I don't see how she could be offended."

"Then what name would you like?"

"You want to begin by having me change my name?"

"You are about to change your life! Changing your name will assist in that change. Every time anyone uses your new name it will remind you that you are no longer who you used to be. As of now you are no longer Marie, pending our decisions about your training. I want to know what to call you."

She hesitated for almost a minute. I stayed still and quiet. If I moved at all she would feel pressure to hurry. She met my look and said, "Laura. My name is Laura!" Her posture changed. She sat up a little taller.

"I'm very happy to meet you Laura. If you are still Laura on the first of the month, I will begin the legal process to change it legally. Now, tell me what makes you think you are a sub."

She hesitated. She looked down at the table then back up at me before she said, "In business and in school I'm strong and I make a good living. Some supervisors have even put on performance reports that I am decisive. In my personal life I freeze up. If you had not told me what to wear I would have been in front of my closet for an hour or more trying to decide. I have trouble asking for what I want, being noticed as a woman and... and so, I'm alone. I'm alone and I'm fat!"

"What do you want?"

"I don't know! How can I know? I've never had a relationship where I felt good! I've had boy friends, but not many, and the ones I've had treated me badly. I want to feel wanted, cared for and safe."

"What does that mean, badly?"

She was getting worked up, emotionally. She wanted to let the hurt and disappointment out. She closed her eyes and said, "My first boyfriend would come over to my house and he would have me help him with his math homework and then he'd let me blow him. Once or twice he touched my breasts but..." She was too embarrassed to finish the thought. 

She looked up at me again and said, "I was a junior at USC before I could give away my virginity! What a waste! I went to a party and lots of people were having sex and a guy I knew started kissing me and touching me and I let him do whatever he wanted. He fucked me and all it did was hurt! There were other times and other boys in my life but nothing satisfying. I want to be taken care of, liked even."

"I see. You want me to help you be the sexual being you know is there, but doesn't know how to get out. You want to have orgasms without batteries. You want to wake up in the morning and know someone wants to have sex with you, wants to make you scream in joy."

"Yes!"

I opened my wallet and left fifty dollars on the table. I stood and reached for Laura's hand. She took my hand and stood. Our shared salad was half eaten. I said, "The nourishment you need right now isn't a salad. Come with me, please."


BBW Seeks Dom - 50 Ch. 01



I waved to Miguel and we walked outside. I pointed to my car and said, "That's my car. I'll turn around and head north on Ocean Avenue. Follow me. When we get to my home I'll open the garage door. I'll park on the left side you park on the right."

"Yes, Nick." I walked her to her car. She unlocked the door and I opened it. A small hand towel was on the seat. As she got in she hiked up her skirt and sat on the towel. She looked up at me and I said, "Please take off your bra. Put your license and your bra in the glove box or over the visor."

She reached inside her shirt and did what women do. The bra came out through the sleeve of the shirt. She put her license and the lacy bra in the glove box, looked up at me blushing and attempted to smile. I said, "Thank you. Drive carefully."

I walked across the street to my car. She followed me to the house and parked beside my car. As she got out of her car I hit the button in my car and the garage door closed. I got out of my car and said, "This way, please, Laura." I opened the door between the garage and the house.

Just inside the house I sat on a bench and removed my shoes. She came in, smiled and sat beside me. She took off her shoes, leaving them under the bench. "Nice house." She said.

I took her hand and led her through the kitchen, through the living room and out onto the deck. It was warm, sunny and pretty bright. I said, "Please, take off the skirt."

"I'm bare under it, Nick." Her hands had not moved to the button or zipper.

"I know that. I want to see all of you. Take off your skirt, please."

Her hands did the job while I could almost hear the protest, the conflict, going on in her mind. The skirt fell to the deck. She was shaved as I had asked and very pale. I said, "That leaves only the shirt. How was it driving here with your breasts loose inside your shirt?"

"My nipples rubbed against the inside of my shirt."

"And they got hard?"

"Yes, Nick. Hard and almost painful. It was hard to concentrate on following you and being safe."

"Do you know there are women who can cum from having their breasts stimulated?"

"You can't prove it by me."

"Because?"

"Because no one has done anything to my breasts worth remembering!"

"How long has it been since a man or a woman has been inside your pussy or kissed your breasts?"

"Years. Twenty or more years." A tear fell. "And, I've never been touched by another woman."

I nodded and held out my hand. "Please, take off your shirt and hand it and your skirt to me."

"She unbuttoned two more buttons and lifted the shirt up and off over her head. Her "D" cupped breasts saw sunlight for the first time in years. She bent, picked up her skirt and handed me both skirt and shirt. I carried them back inside the house and put them on a chair. 

Laura stood naked on the deck, looking around to make sure no one was able to see her and embarrassed, even though no one but me could see her.

I went back outside and asked, "How does the sun feel on your skin Laura?"

"Warm and good but... but fat people shouldn't be naked in the sunshine."

"So, we will change you into someone who isn't fat. That fat isn't yours. That fat belonged to Marie. When Marie left she left baggage behind. Together we are going to get rid of the evidence that Marie ever lived in that body. We'll get the fat gone, the cobwebs out of your vagina and laughter into your new life."

"Yes, Nick." I heard her say the words and in-between the words I could also hear she didn't believe them.

I pointed to one of my chaise lounges. "Please sit."

I said, "Put a foot on either side of the chaise on the deck." She did as I asked. The sunlight aimed directly into the junction of her legs and when she opened her legs to put a foot on the deck either side of the chaise her pink lips opened and sunlight glinted on her wetness.

I knelt beside her and asked, "When you masturbate using your fingers how long does it take for you to cum the first time?"

She blushed at the question and slowly answered, "Ten or fifteen minutes. First time and only time."

My hand cupped her breast and I asked, "And while you masturbate, do you pinch your nipples?"

"Sometimes." I pinched her areola, right behind her nipple. Pinching just hard enough to hold on and then I pulled, distending her breast maybe a half an inch forward.

She watched and said, "Oh!"

My other hand touched her at the knee and began moving towards her pussy. "You know I'm going to put my fingers deep inside you. You know that's what you want me to do. There's a war going on in your head. It's about you wanting me to see you, touch you, play with you and the other part is telling you I can't want to touch you, be inside you because you're fat and because others haven't wanted to. Let me know how the war is going in a little while, Ok?"

"Yes, Nick."

My hand reached her pussy and as it did I pinched her breast harder. Laura moaned.

"Oh God!" She whispered.

My fingers slid down the crease of her pussy, parting her lips farther apart and allowing her juices to flow. I said, "Open wider for me and close your eyes." Her legs spread wider and I moved to the end of the chaise between her legs. I reached and grabbed her behind both knees and pulled her close to the end of the chaise. She kept her eyes closed. I lifted her legs and put her feet on my back as I leaned in and put my mouth on her swollen fat pussy lips. My tongue licked across her clit.

"Oh my God!" Laura said. Her eyes opened and she started to sit up, looking at my face against her spread open pussy.

I pulled back and said, "Close your eyes, lean back and concentrate on how your body feels, Laura." She closed her eyes and slowly leaned back. Her hands gripped the edges of the cushion of the chaise. My face went back into her cunt.

When I felt her pushing down on my back with her feet I knew she was doing it to lift her cunt for better access for my tongue. I licked and probed into her vagina with my tongue. 

Not long after that she grabbed her own knees and folded herself to give me even better access. I put two fingers at her opening and twisted them as I pushed them in.

"Yes!" She said in a loud whisper.

I pushed deeper and pumped in and quickly out of her. Her back arched and her breath came to her in gasps. I pushed deep inside her and found that special patch of tissue that feels just a bit different.

"That's it! Stop! I need to pee! Please stop!"

I knew better. "Go ahead! Pee!" I rubbed the spot harder and she shook hard and her vaginal muscles spasmed and a stream shot from her, soaking my face and shirt. Laura screamed and screamed again. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and backed away from her far enough that she could lower her legs again.

A minute later she opened her eyes and said, "Marie never came like that. Ever!"

"Laura will learn to cum like that often and sometimes for hours. Orgasms like that come at a price. Today we'll figure out if there will be a second date. Please stay where you are." I stood and took off my soaking wet clothes. When I was nude I helped Laura stand. We walked across the deck and I turned on the outdoor shower. When the water was hot enough I entered the stream and invited Laura to join me. She didn't hesitate.

I had her wash me and then I washed her. By the time I shut off the water she had cum again. I handed her the end of a garden hose and I turned on the water. I said, "If the chaise doesn't get cleaned it will be disgusting before dark."

She washed off the residue from our romp and she washed down the deck. I watched her forget she was naked and concentrate on getting the job done. When the deck looked great, I shut off the water and helped her get the hose properly stowed.

I guided her back inside. I showed her where small towels were stowed and reminded her of the rule about sitting on towels. I said, "I have women sit on the towels so the furniture doesn't need to be washed every time one of you sits. It is a biological fact that a woman who is sexually active generates lubrication and some of it leaks out. The women who come to my house leak. Put a finger into your vagina, it will be slippery. If you sat on the couch you would leave some of that wonderful nectar behind. I have men sit on towels when they are nude because men have a tendency to leave more than skin cells behind when they sit. With towels we make cleanliness easier."

She blushed and said, "I understand, Nick. Thank you."

"Women have been taught to cross their legs and taught to keep their legs pressed together. I want your pussy accessible and to get lots of fresh air. What does that mean?"

"I don't cross my legs or hold my legs pressed together." She hesitated and I waited. She smiled and added, "No pantyhose or panties. Oh, and no pants." She smiled in understanding.

"The fresh air because it all but eliminates vaginal infections. I believe that cars should be built with a special vent aimed at pussies. You could have a steady flow of fresh air even when you drive down the freeway."

"I agree. The air flow would help keep me alert, too."

She picked up a towel for each of us and we went to a couch in the living room and sat down.

"Laura, are you warm or cold?" I asked.

"Neither, Nick. I'm still a little uncomfortable being nude, but the temperature is fine."

"I just talked with you about how to sit and why. Look. You sat down, crossed your legs and folded both arms over your legs. Your training was quite good. Probably no one said it but the message you got was hide your pussy. Protect it from sight. It will be difficult but we will retrain you to open your legs. You can think of the benefits of fresh air or think of how being able to see and touch your pussy pleases me, but either way, open your legs."

She opened her legs a few inches and held her hands up a few inches above her legs.

"I don't know what to do with my hands. I never thought about sitting that way as a way of protecting my pussy from sight."

"You can put your hands on your legs. Think of being open. Folded legs and arms are closed. I want to see and be able to feel your body. I already know I like how it looks and feels. Understand?"

"How wide do my legs need to be apart, Nick?"

They were just far enough apart that her thighs were not touching. The gap between her thighs was less than half an inch. I leaned forward and reached for her pussy. My hand was three inches from her lips when I touched her thighs. I said, "Look. That's too closed. Open slowly until my hand goes all the way to your slit without touching your thighs."

Laura's legs opened slowly and my hand moved closer and closer to her slit until they touched. I withdrew my hand after a few seconds, saying, "You will need to be more conscious than you have ever been to teach yourself to keep them open that far. There will be times when you are not with me when you will believe the social situation warrants you having your legs closed. In those situations, do what you believe best. When we are together, keep them open whenever possible. If I want your legs closed I will communicate."

"This is more complex than I thought. I understand." She was quiet and then asked, "What happens when I forget?"

"Consequences."

"What consequences?"

"In the beginning, during the early part of training we will discover the lever that works for you. That is the lever we will use."

"Lever?"

"Yes, the simplest tool that gets the job done."

"Oh."

"That means while we are together we will test various consequences to see which one is the best lever for helping you change behaviors. Most of them, you won't like at all. We aren't looking for the lever you like. We're looking for the one that works. So you know, most of the levers we will use I may not like either. I have already used a lever I liked. It's called orgasms."

Laura smiled and said, "I like that one, too."

"Good. How many times did you masturbate in the last seven days?"

"At least once a day until you told me to stop." She paused and said, "Saturday night I watched a movie on HBO and I masturbated three times that night."

"Nights in Rodanthe?" I asked. I had watched it as well, and it led to some wonderful intimacy that night with Sandy. I looked at my watch. 3:25pm. Sandy was ending her day at school. She would be home in less than an hour.

"Yes. It's very sensual."

"What did you bring in your car, just in case you stay the night?"

"An overnight bag with my feminine supplies, some clothes for tomorrow and my medicines."

"How many medicines and what are they?"

"Vitamins and herbs, mostly preventatives."

"Ok. No prescription medicines?"

"No."

"What clothes?"

"A green button front blouse and a peasant skirt. It comes to my knees and is full. It's three shades of green. I also brought a bra, a pair of panties and a few liners, in case I was leaking." She blushed.

"Anything else?"

"My work briefcase. It has some flash drives and my computer in it."

"In your apartment, do you do the cooking and cleaning or do you hire it done?"

"Most of the cleaning I do and once every two weeks I have someone come in and she does a big cleaning. I cook. I know how to cook and I like cooking, but usually I don't cook because it's just for me. If my Mom or sister come over, I cook."

"How often do you see your Mom and sister?"

"First Sunday of the month. We have dinner together. This coming month it's my turn to host and cook."

"So you had dinner together last Sunday?"

She nodded and said, "Yes Nick. My sister cooked."

"Where is your Dad?"

"Gone, Nick. He took off when I was eleven and we were notified that he died in Omaha when I was a freshman in high school. He was not a nice man."

"OK. Let's get back to something more enjoyable. If you were cooking dinner to impress a man, what would you cook?"

"It would depend on the man. I'd want to know what he likes and I'd want to cook that."

I pointed to the kitchen. "There are lots of things in there. Look it all over and suggest two or three things you could make from what's available. You need to make enough for three."

Laura went into the kitchen and began taking inventory. It took her a while. I knew Sandy had stocked up with things for lasagna, chicken, shrimp and we always had the makings for soups, gumbos and chili.

When she came back she said, "Nick, I found the makings for a couple different soups, chili, gumbo and jambalaya. I can also make lasagna, chicken breasts, and grilled shrimp."

"Make jambalaya, please."

"Yes, Nick." She turned and went back into the kitchen. I followed and watched her. She knew her way around a kitchen and in short order had the rice going and was chopping veggies. I asked if I could help and she turned the chopping over to me. She got out a chicken breast and some shrimp. The chicken was diced and the shrimp had their tails removed and they were cut into bite-sized pieces. 

As she cooked we talked. Laura asked, "If you choose to train me, how often will we meet?"

"If I gave you a bedroom, a desk and a bathroom, could you work here?"

"Yes, if there weren't too many distractions. Is it usually pretty quiet here?"

"Remember how noisy it was while we were on the deck? That's about how it is most of the time. The gardeners come on Tuesday afternoon and they make noise for about half an hour. Is that quiet enough?"

"I think so. Yes."

"Then, I'd like you to stay here. Can you be gone for three weeks without your Mom and sister going crazy?"

"Can I stay in phone contact?"

"Of course. Did you tell them about your ad?"

"I told my sister. At first she was shocked that I placed the ad, but when we talked Sunday she said if I found someone she might be brave and place an ad too."

"You think she's a sub too?"

"I think so. Maybe it's genetic. I know Mom is a submissive. Dad was a mean Dom and hurt all three of us." 

When she mentioned her long since departed dad there was a shift in her energy. He had used pain as the lever. It was wrong or it was used too much and too harshly, so it became wrong. He was probably hurting them for his pleasure.

"In a few minutes Sandy will be home. She is staying here for a few days and I would like her to have the parking space your car is in. Please pull on your skirt and blouse and move your car to the curb. When you come back inside, fold your clothes and leave them on the bench."

She lowered the heat on the rice and did as I asked. She was gone three minutes. When she was back in the kitchen she checked the rice, turned the heat back up and asked if I wanted anything.

"A kiss." I said. She stopped, turned away from the stove to face me and smiled. Three steps and she was in my arms and pressed her body and lips against me. The kiss lasted until she suddenly broke it and dashed back to the stove. "The rice could have burnt!" She said.

The sound of the garage door was heard. Laura asked, "Should I dress?"

"No. Sandy will undress."

The sound of the garage door closing was heard and a few seconds later the door opened. I heard Sandy's voice say, "There's a Lexus parked out front."

I said, "The owner of the Lexus is making dinner for us. Please leave your clothes on the bench and come meet her."

"I'm happy to comply." A few seconds later Sandy entered the kitchen. Laura was facing the stove and she was adding the meat and chopped veggies to the rice. Sandy smiled and asked, "Is she new?"

I nodded. Sandy smiled and asked, "Will she be done adding things to the rice soon?"

"I would think so. I think she has the idea that if she sees you it will confirm her belief that she's fat and possibly ugly because you are so incredibly beautiful."

Laura squirmed, but didn't turn around. I said, "Laura, you are being rude. Shut off the heat, put down the spoon, close your eyes and turn around."

She did as I asked and I made a hand motion to Sandy. She stepped close to Laura and embraced her. After a few seconds Sandy kissed Laura on the mouth. I said, "Return the kiss. She gives it in love, return it in love."

The kiss lasted and Sandy's hands explored a good portion of Laura's torso while they kissed. When Sandy ended the kiss she said, "She's shaking."

"She has never kissed a woman before. She's never held a naked woman in her arms and felt breasts pressed against her breasts before, skin to skin."

"She feels good to me." Sandy said.

"Let her finish dinner. While she does, come here and tell me about your day."

They opened their arms. Laura opened her eyes, gave Sandy the once over and turned back to the stove. Sandy sat in my lap and told me about her day. Everything had gone well until just after lunch when a police officer came into her class and asked her some questions and gave her some news. The news was that an arrest had been made. The man arrested was the ex-husband of the woman shot. He had confessed. After the officer left the class had a thousand questions for Sandy.

I saw Laura start to turn four different times while Sandy talked. Each time she stopped herself and stayed quiet. When Sandy was done I asked, "Laura, when you, your mother and sister are together do you freely speak?"

"Yes, Nick."

"Four times while Sandy talked you wanted to say or ask something and you wouldn't allow yourself to do it. Say or ask what was there for you."

She shut off the fire, covered the wok holding the almost complete jambalaya and turned to face us. Then she asked, "Did someone you know get shot?"

Sandy said, "Yes. A lady who lives down the hall from me was shot last night."

Laura asked, "You saw it?" The look on her face showed fear.

"No, but I heard it."

"She called and I had her come here. She went to school today and held together quite well." I kissed Sandy and said, "I knew you could do it and I knew you'd be Ok."




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Sandy looked at Laura and said, "Every time I started to fall apart I stopped myself. I knew Nick believed I could work today and not fall apart. If he didn't believe I could do it, he'd have kept me home."

There was a long pause in our conversation. I held Sandy in my arms.

Laura turned back to the wok and said, softly, "That's what I want." She didn't say it to either Sandy or me. She said it because she was speaking what was so for her. She wanted a pier she could tie her life to and be safe. I heard her and so did Sandy. Sandy tilted her head and winked at me.

I asked, "Is dinner ready?"

"Yes, Nick. Shall I serve?" She twisted to look at us for the answer. Sandy started to let go of me and stopped when she sensed I wasn't letting go of her.

"If you cover the wok and shut off the fire will the dinner be ruined?"

"No, Nick. It will stay warm for about half an hour and still be good."

"Then please shut off the fire and cover dinner. By the way, it smells wonderfully."

She turned back to the stove and did as I asked. When it was so, she turned back towards us and I opened my arms. Her eyes opened wider and she started to move towards us. Tentatively. I said, "Come here. Press your body against us. Wrap yourself into us."

She moved quicker and embraced both Sandy and me. I kissed both women and held them inside the circle of my arms. Minutes passed. Sandy was already relaxed before Laura joined us and two minutes after she joined us Laura's breathing had calmed and she wasn't quivering. 

I moved first. I moved my left arm up and lifted Laura's chin so she was looking up at me. I leaned a little and kissed her gently on her lips. When I ended the kiss I whispered, "Laura, I love you." She sucked in breath and her eyes widened again. I turned and kissed Sandy. Just as gentle and about the same duration in her kiss as in Laura's. When I ended the kiss I said, "Sandy, I love you."

Sandy said, "Thank you for loving me, Nick. I am yours."

I looked at Laura and said, "I want to go wash before dinner. Let's all eat in five minutes, please."

In unison I heard, "Yes, Nick" and both women let go of me and did what needed doing. I washed up in the bathroom and met them at the table. The jambalaya was served in low bowls. I sat at the side of the table farthest from the kitchen with Sandy to my left and Laura to my right. I had Sandy talk with Laura about being my sub. When necessary I coached, interjected into their conversation.

At one point Laura asked if Sandy had told anyone in her family that she was my slave. I held up my hand and said, "That is a common misconception. In some D/s relationships the subs are slaves and it works for them. Sandy is not a slave. She is a gift. She is her gift to me. Some gifts you've received in your life were wrapped in pretty paper and the paper was attached with tape. Some gifts came wrapped in brown paper tied with string. Sandy came with strings attached as well. The longer we love and care for each other the stronger the strings become."

"Strings?" Laura asked.

"Agreements. Sandy can count on me protecting her. She can count on me always having her best interests foremost in our relationship. My aim is always to have Sandy's life work for her. This is the basis of our relationship."

Sandy said, "When I gave myself to Nick I was saying having his life work, bring him joy, pleasure and satisfaction is what my life is about. If that means cooking dinner, I'm thrilled to do it. If it's getting on my knees and offering him my pussy or my ass, I'm happy to do that, too."

"If you knew Nick would have you come here after the shooting why did you call? Why not just show up?" Laura asked.

"I get something spiritually, psychologically, when Nick offers to take care of me. I believe he gets something when I can somehow ask for what I need. If I just opened the door and walked in, I would be taking his gifts to me for granted, like it was his job. I would never do that." Sandy smiled.

Laura said, "Another string." Sandy and I nodded. We each ate a little more and then Laura said, "This is not exactly what I anticipated in a D/s relationship. This is loving and kind."

"If you wanted harsh and punitive you came to the wrong Dom. If you need a Dom who will occasionally flog you until you can hardly walk, clamp your breasts until they are damaged, use bondage as a tool for punishment for his pleasure and withholds your pleasure for long periods of time, I'm not the Dom for you. However, I have used flogging, breast clamps and bondage with Sandy. Something inside Sandy needs the feelings she gets from bondage, from feeling absolutely helpless. Sometimes she needs pain without permanent damage. Some of her most intense orgasms have happened when she was bound and clamped. Those experiences were not aimed at my pleasure, but at hers. There are Doms who beat their subs for their own pleasure. I'm not one of them."

It was quiet at the table for a while, except for the noises of eating. Laura broke the silence. "It's Friday night. I don't know if bondage or flogging will give me pleasure, but I trust you not to damage me. Are you going to do those things to me?"

"Yes. Maybe not this weekend, but for sure over the next months if you get trained by us."

"Nick, may I ask, what's next?" Laura asked.

"You cooked. Sandy will clean up and I will get the playroom ready. While I do that you hang out with Sandy and she will explain the playroom to you."

Half an hour later Sandy led Laura into the playroom. Some Doms call their room a dungeon. I don't. While the room is sometimes used as the place where a consequence is delivered, most of the time we use it as a safe place to enhance pleasure.

As Laura entered the room I noted the time and wrote it on a white board. 2126 hours. Twenty-six minutes after nine in the evening. Both women were nude. I pointed to a large wooden table and Sandy took Laura to it. She helped Laura lie on the table and she talked to her.

"Laura, did you notice the table is wooden and has slots in it?"

"Yes." One word and both Sandy and I knew she was both excited and scared. Her voice told us what she was feeling.

"The slots are so if you got wet the water would run through the slots and fall to the floor. If the table were padded the pads would get damaged from water and possibly be harder to keep clean. May I restrain your wrists?" Sandy asked.

"Yes, Sandy." Laura whispered.

"Speak up, Laura. Even if you scream the neighbors will not hear. The walls of this room are a foot thick and soundproof." A black nylon belt was threaded over each of her wrists and down through the slots on the table top then back up and the Velcro at the ends of the straps held them in place.

"Pull against the belts, please. We want them snug, but not tight enough that they hurt."

"I cannot move my wrists, Sandy. Thank you. I am not in pain."

I asked, "What are you feeling, Laura? Fear, excitement, what?"

"I was feeling excitement, but when the belts tightened and I knew I was helpless I started feeling scared."

"You are not helpless, yet. Lift a leg, please, as high as you can." Her right leg lifted from the table and aimed at the ceiling. I put a cuff around her ankle. Padded and nylon with Velcro strips to hold it in place. I pushed that leg back onto the table and asked her to lift the left leg. It got an identical cuff. When it was lowered back to the table we secured the cuffs at the edge of the table, parting Laura's feet about twenty-six inches apart.

I asked, "Is that uncomfortable?"

"No, Nick. Thank you."

I got two more of the black belts and gave one to Sandy. We strapped Laura's legs to the table by passing the belt under the slats and securing the straps around her legs just above her knees.

Sandy showed Laura another belt, wider and longer. We passed it under the table and up through the slats beside her waist, strapping the Velcro together over her waist. I said, "Good. One final strap."

Sandy threaded a strap through the slats either side of Laura's head. Before she strapped the Velcro across Laura's forehead she put a four-inch long pad under Laura's head and another between the strap and Laura's forehead. When Laura was secure Sandy looked at me and smiled.

"Laura, you are now helpless. This is a test. We need to know how you react to helplessness. How do you feel?"

"Nick, as you tied me down I realized how at each step I lost more and more freedom and had to give both of you my trust. I don't even know you! When the last strap was across my forehead I felt panic! I changed it to excitement!"

"Well done." I leaned over and kissed her mouth. My tongue entered her mouth and she fully participated in the kiss. I stood back up, motioned to Sandy and she bent to Laura's mouth and they kissed. We walked out of the playroom and shut off the light.

Outside the room we watched and listened to Laura via CCTV. The picture was infrared. She didn't pull at the straps or speak. We left her alone for fifteen minutes. When we reentered the room and turned on the lights Laura opened her eyes, but didn't speak.

I leaned over her so she could see my face. "You did very well, Laura. I remember when it was Sandy on the table the first time. Don't you, Sandy?"

"Yes, Nick. When you shut off the lights I screamed and wet myself."

"Well, Sandy did so well she has earned a reward. I think a brand new experience is in order. I gathered a few pieces of equipment and positioned a clamp on the table between Laura's knees. At the top of the clamp another clamp was quickly attached to a hose, aiming the end of the hose at Laura's cunt. I motioned to Sandy and she turned on the water. My hand diverted the water onto the table and for a minute we adjusted the water temperature until it was quite warm. I removed my hand and the quarter inch stream hit Laura just below her clitoris.

"You can easily see where this same position could change from pleasure to discomfort by simply turning off the hot water. Sandy pinched the hot water supply for three seconds and Laura screamed. As soon as the lesson happened it was over and the pleasure of the warm water resumed. I adjusted the stream upwards until it was hitting Laura's clit directly. I looked at the clock. After three minutes Laura asked, "Nick, may I cum?"

"Yes." She shuddered and we watched her muscles spasm and she made wonderful noises. Sandy shut the water off. I covered Laura with a warm dry blanket. We shut off the lights and left her "alone" again.

Outside I held Sandy and kissed her. Then I asked, "Part of what we're doing is a distraction for you. How do you feel now about the trauma of last night?"

"I'm standing here with you, safe and protected. Are you asking if I'm ready to go home? If you say I'm ready, I will go..." She didn't end her statement with a period. She ended it with an unspoken desire to stay.

I kissed her again and we went back to Laura. We removed the blanket and turned on the water again. This time I tapped the stream as it flowed to Laura's clit and she came in less than a minute, screaming and attempting to thrash. She expected me to stop the water flow when she came. I didn't. In seconds she was cumming again, screaming again, pulling against the straps but not begging for me to stop. And, not using her safe words.

I motioned to Sandy and she shut off the water. We watched and Laura slowly relaxed and all but melted into the table. The energy she expended in those few minutes was considerable and she was exhausted.

We took all the straps off her, dried her, got her off the table and got her some water to drink. She didn't say a word while we were still in the playroom. We helped her into the master bedroom and into my bed. Sandy got on one side of Laura and I got on the other side. I covered us and in seconds Laura was asleep.

In the darkness I heard Sandy's voice softly ask, "You're keeping her, aren't you?" She was asking two questions. I answered them both.

"Yes, we are."

We slept ten hours. The testing period for a new sub is personal, at least in my world. She already has an idea that she wants to submit her will to mine or she would have had more trouble trusting us when she was helpless. As I see it, my job is to find out if she can adapt to life as a sub, if she gets enough satisfaction that subbing is what she wants as a lifestyle and lastly if she wants to give me her life. There are Doms who sell their subs, trade subs with other Doms, and generally treat their subs a lot like a prized creature. I'm not that kind.

When we woke up I gave Laura instructions for her morning ritual. While she did all the things on her list, Sandy did her morning ritual beside her and then she started breakfast. When the meal was ready the three of us went into my second bathroom. Beside the sink was a digital hospital scale. Sandy stepped on and hit the button. Three seconds later the readout showed 122.6 pounds. She smiled and stepped off the scale. On the wall near the scale were three charts. On the chart with her name at the top she entered the date and her weight. The weight recorded just above the 122.6 showed 123.4. 

I stepped on the scale and hit the button. Three seconds later the readout showed 218.0 pounds. My last weight had been 216.8. Sandy entered my results on the chart with my name at the top.

The third chart had Laura's name at the top and fifty-two entry lines. All the entry lines were empty. Laura stepped on the scale and touched the button. The readout showed 151.6 pounds. Sandy handed Laura the Sharpie and she filled out the date and her weight on the top line.

I said, "Sandy and I weigh once a week. We have a range that is acceptable. Sandy can consider herself healthy and fine if she is between 118 and 130 pounds. If she goes above 130 or under 118 we will make some changes to the way we eat and the exercise levels for the time it takes to get back in the zone. The weight at the center of our zone is the weight we aim towards. For Sandy it's 124 pounds. For me it's 215 pounds. We don't know what your zone will be. It is your job to eat well, exercise and get enough sleep so that every time we weigh the number is smaller than the number already on the chart."

"Does this mean I've been accepted for training?" Laura asked.

"No," I answered, "It means you have been accepted into my family. Sandy is now your sister, your co-wife and I am your Dom."

"My training is over?" Her face showed she didn't believe it.

"Our training is never over. You and Sandy teach me new things often. Our lives change and so does the Dom-sub relationship. We will work on details every week, hopefully for the rest of our lives."

Laura looked at her chart and asked, "Do you have a goal weight you want me to aim for?"

"No. I want you to lose weight, get toned, be healthier and when we all agree you are there that will be the middle number of your zone."

"Do you go to a gym?" 

"No. We'll show you our gym." We left the bathroom and I led the way to our exercise room. She saw three exercise bikes, two treadmills, a selection of free weights, balls of differing sizes and an area of mats. A television was mounted on the wall. Under the TV a table held bottles of water and towels.

"Beginning today this room is your responsibility. There must always be towels and water here. The room must be clean. We use this room nude. We sweat and drip. The machines and the floor must be wiped clean every day. Sandy will show you where the laundry is done and where the cleaning supplies are kept." Sliding glass doors opened to the deck that Laura had already been on. We went out on the deck and I said, "When you're done with your workout you shower here. That way we never drip sweat in the house. We shower here, even in winter, even in the rain."

Sandy added, "Some showers last longer than others." She smiled.

We went into the kitchen and I said, "Since we now have two cooks I think having a schedule and a menu for the week is a good idea. Sandy should make the menu with Laura consulting. Then the two of you decide who cooks when. Show me the menu before you post it on the fridge, please."

I got a, "Yes, Nick" in unison. I smiled. 

I said, "Ladies, I'll be in my office. Let's have lunch at one.

I heard the unison, "Yes, Nick" again.

Two years before I saw Laura's ad Costco had a coupon selling a seven-camera surveillance system for a home or business. I bought it and installed it. That system allowed me to watch two views of the front of the house, two views of the back yard (deck) and the back fence, a view of the kitchen, a view of the exercise room and a look at the playroom. A year later Costco had a sale again and I added to the original system. I added views along each side of my property, views of each bedroom and each bathroom. Fourteen cameras with motion detection and a random rotation feature. I selected one monitor to rotate views and one monitor to monitor any camera detecting motion. Since Sandy and Laura stayed together most of the time that monitor followed them. I focused on a proposal I was writing and suddenly I was surprised by a knock on my office door. It was open and Sandy had reached in and knocked once.

When I looked up she said, "Nick, it is one o'clock. Lunch is ready. Would you prefer the dining room, the deck or here in your office?"

"I'd like to eat in the dining room with both of you. Thank you." I waved with my hand and enjoyed watching their bare assets move before me. They sat on towels and recounted, at my request, their adventures of the morning.

They asked about plans for the afternoon and evening.

"I ordered a copy of a movie that was highly rated. If it is in today's mail I'd like to watch it tonight, after dinner. It's called, "The Blind Side."

When lunch was over and cleaned up I asked if they had a menu for me to look at. They did and I noticed two new items on the menu. Sandy explained that they were new from Laura and Laura understood rule number two: You can introduce a new meal, once. If Nick likes it, it can reoccur frequently. If Nick doesn't like it, it cannot reappear unless he asks for it.

I said I looked forward to these two new adventures. I asked Laura if she had given thought to how and when she would move herself into our home.

"I started to think about it, Nick, and decided to wait for your guidance. You know best how and when. I trust you."

I smiled and so did Sandy. I said, "Ladies, dress. We are going to Laura's apartment. Sandy, please bring me Levis, a long sleeved shirt and shoes and socks when you are dressed." I called a rental agency and arranged for us to pick up a van. 

When we were dressed we went into the garage. We loaded boxes into the trunk of my car. I also brought a new box of trash bags. Both ladies sat in the back seat. When we were on the street and the garage door closed Laura asked, "May we speak?"

"Yes."

"Why are we both sitting back here? Shouldn't you be up front with Nick?"

"No. We are equals. Nick loves and cares for both of us. If I sat up front and you sat back here you might think I thought I was better than you, that he loved me more, or something. We are equals. In Nick's life seniority only entitles me to more responsibility."

"Oh."

Nothing more was said until we were in the rental van. Then I asked for guidance to Laura's apartment. She did well. She gave me a block's notice before each major turn. We each carried boxes into her apartment. We started in her bedroom.

Sandy opened the box of trash bags and I made a box. We went through her dresser first. Pantyhose went in the trash. Worn, stained and fancy panties went in the trash. Anything red went in the trash. Worn, stained, ugly and red bras went in the trash. The rest went in the boxes. Her athletic clothes, jog bras, shorts and tights went in the boxes unless they were worn or stained.




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The trash bags were bigger than the boxes. We moved to the closet. I made more boxes. I said, "Laura, Please strip. You'll be trying on various items so I can see how they look on you."

Sandy handed the first item to Laura. It was a shirtwaist dress in Fall colors. She quickly put it on and as she started to button it I said, "We'll keep it. Next." She handed me the dress. I folded it into a box. 

Sandy pulled item number two out and threw it on the floor. It was a red plaid skirt. She grabbed item number three and we continued. An hour later we were done. Six bags of clothes to be donated somewhere, three bags of trash and nine boxes of clothes we were taking home. We moved to the kitchen.

I got a diet Coke from her fridge and they packed foods that we either wanted or would go bad if left for a month. The fridge got completely emptied and cleaned. The things we wanted were boxed for the trip home and the rest was trash bagged and went to a dumpster behind her building.

Sandy had remained clothed all the time we were at Laura's apartment. Laura had stripped to start trying on clothes and when the clothes were bagged she stayed naked. It was getting darker when we were done. As they finished in the kitchen and bathroom I carried things to the van. The last thing we did before leaving was to have Laura get dressed. The second to last thing we did was spread her on her own bed and both of us ate her to orgasms and then I gave her one more with my cock in her. 

On the way home we stopped and had a nice dinner.

In the next week Laura learned a lot about focusing her attention, getting things done by their priority rather than by what seemed to be in front of her and she learned that "It isn't all about me" was a way of being. Very few reminders after the first lessons were necessary. I didn't use pain as a lever. Her history gave me the hint that pain would probably bring up memories from her childhood that we didn't need.

The school system Sandy worked for sent her a final notice of lay-off. She looked for and found a lower paying teaching job with a private school near where I live. We spent three days getting her out of her apartment and into our home. Sandy and Laura were well bonded as sisters and co-wives and Sandy moving in actually improved their relationship.

The Monday before Laura was to have dinner with her sister and Mom we had a conversation over dinner. She had been in my home almost three weeks. I asked, "What time do your sister and Mom usually have dinner with you?"

"Usually we get together at three or four and eat about six-thirty or seven. Shall I have them come to my apartment? I can go there and clean it, buy food and..."

"No. You don't live there anymore. I'm sure they both have questions about us and about where you live. Sandy and I will help you prepare for their arrival then we will meet them. We will go out to dinner and spend some quiet time together while you three enjoy your family time."

I had learned to read her body language pretty well and her signals told me she appreciated Sandy and I giving her some alone time with her Mom and sister. During the week they went to the store and bought whatever they needed to make a wonderful dinner. I bought flowers for the house. I prepared a map for them to make finding our house easier.

Laura had decided comfort food would be best for the big dinner. Saturday evening the three of us cut veggies, meat and herbs. By eight-thirty in the morning the meat had been sautéed with onions, celery and garlic and added to the crock-pot. Broth and the vegetables filled the pot and the heat was turned on. Laura set a timer to ring at three in the afternoon, so she could cook some rice to go with the stew.

During breakfast Sunday morning Sandy said, "The market sells frozen bread loaves that we can bake and hollow and use for bowls, if you like the idea."

Laura smiled and I tossed Sandy keys to my car. She was back in twenty minutes. At three the timer sounded and Laura shut it off. We were baking round bread loaves instead of serving rice. Sandy and I could tell Laura was anxious. Sandy smiled and when Laura was looking at the stew for the tenth time in ten minutes she made a signal to me. She made a loose fist with her left hand and stuck her index finger of her right hand in the hole of her left hand. She made the motion unmistakable as anything but the hand sign for fucking.

I said, "Laura, please come with me. Sandy, care for dinner, please. " I took Laura's hand and led her to our play room. She had been nude all day so physical preparation for whatever I had in mind was already done. There were three exercise mats on the floor. 

I said, "Pick a mat and put yourself on it." She picked the blue one and stood in the middle. I got a black nylon web belt six inches wide and six feet long. I had her sit and then lean back. I placed the belt so as she lay back the belt was a few inches below her shoulders across her back. "Hands above your head, please." I said.

She kept glancing at the clock. I had her bring her legs up to her chest and then I wrapped the belt across the back of her legs at her knees. She was bound and all but helpless. I said, "Don't allow yourself to cum." I lowered myself so my mouth centered on her pussy. Her pussy wasn't open. Swollen yes, but not open. I forced my tongue inside her lips and licked, sucked and nibbled on her. My hands moved to her breasts and pulled as we had learned was an instant turn-on for her.

She moaned and her hips began thrusting against my mouth.

Laura said, "Thank you, Nick." Over and over. Over and over, in time with the actions of my tongue. I felt her approaching an orgasm and I said, "Not yet. Wait a few moments more, for me."

"Yes, Nick! A few moments more." She said between pants and gasps. Her hands held the edges of the mat and her eyes were closed. I moved quickly and plunged my cock into her, deep and hard! "Cum now, Sweetheart! Cum now."

Two deep hard strokes in her and she screamed, shook and wet us both. After a few moments rest I pulled the Velcro belt loose and helped her stand. We kissed and I said, "Shower and then dress. Your Momma will be here soon."

I cleaned the mat and went outside to shower. We were dressed and back in the kitchen in plenty of time to have Sandy get dressed and rejoin us before we heard the doorbell.

We both kissed Laura and she answered the door. She had them remove their shoes and then led them into the kitchen. Both Laura's Mom and sister were wearing pants. Laura introduced us and mentioned that from the day we met she had changed her name to Laura.

Her sister, Jennifer, asked, "Why'd you change your name?"

Laura said, "Every time anyone uses my new name it reminds me I have a new life. I'm no longer Marie."

Her Mom said, "What an easy way to be reminded."

Jennifer wanted to ask Sandy and I questions, so we stayed for almost an hour. She asked about the rules and she asked Sandy about why she would "turn over her life to me."

Sandy explained her thinking and how she benefitted from the gift.

Mom asked, "Gift?"

"Gift. I am not a slave. Nick does not own me. I give myself to him. I am a gift. I would never want his part of the relationship. I hated being on-my-own, needing to make all the decisions. I hated being alone." Mom started to protest. Sandy said, "I know my Mom is there for me like you are for Laura, but society says if I lean on Mom very much I'm not an adult. I can be with Nick and the world still sees me as a woman, not Momma's little girl and I know Nick knows how to make sure I live at my potential. He won't do for me things he knows I can and should do on my own. He understands my need for both autonomy and submission. The relationship between a mom and daughter is extremely difficult to change into two adults on equal footing."

Laura nodded. Jennifer nodded, too.

Jennifer said, "Nick you've been pretty quiet. Can I ask why?"

"Certainly. When Sandy and Laura explain things to you, they reprocess their thinking and clarify for themselves why and how they live. That's much more powerful than listening to me. It also gives me a chance to see problems before they get big enough to actually be problems."

"Oh."

"I'll answer any questions you address to me."

Mom asked, "How long after you met Marie did you have sex with her?"

I smiled and said, "I never had sex with Marie. I had no interest in Marie. Marie had no interest in remaining Marie. I had sex, as you put it, with Laura our first afternoon together."

"You didn't even know her!" Mom protested.

"Oh? Let me tell you what I knew about Laura. She was a woman so frustrated with the way Marie lived she was willing to take drastic steps to get out of that life. She knew herself well enough to know what she wanted to do with her life and she risked great harm to get it. Her self-image had developed differently than the self-images of those around her, even the two of you. She has known from the beginning that she is a gift, not a prisoner, a slave, a captive or anything demeaning. She has all the power in our relationship. I also know she's happier now, as Laura, than she was the day I met Marie."

Laura spoke up, "Mom, Nick's right. I am happier now than I've ever been as an adult. I have two people in my life who tell me and show me how good I am in ways no one else ever did. Not that you didn't believe in me, but ... it's your job. You're my Mom and my sister. Sandy isn't related to me in any way except she says so. Nick isn't my Dad, brother or husband. When they coach me, love me, help me it's from a different place."

"What did I do wrong? Why can't you stand on your own two feet?"

"I can! I have! I don't like it! Last year I earned a hundred-twelve thousand dollars! When you and my father got together, you turned your life over to him. Until he got mean and drunk, didn't you love it?"

"I did." She nodded.

"Nick isn't mean and isn't a drunk. I've lived with him for a month. The most I've seen him drink was one glass of wine, and he didn't finish it. I'm fifty years old and the first non-battery powered orgasms of my life happened here in the last month. The first times in my life I remember waking up every day happy, have been in the last couple weeks."

I stood. I said, "Sandy and I have dinner plans. If we leave now we will be able to take a nice walk in the marina before dinner. I'm glad we had a chance to talk and I want you to visit often. Call whenever you feel the urge and know that if Laura's not available at any time it's not personal." We hugged and Sandy and I left.

We drove to Oxnard and walked around the marina before dinner. Sandy felt good on my arm and she told me how loved she felt. 

It was almost eleven when I pushed the button and opened the garage door. The unfamiliar car was still in front of the house. Laura's dinner had lasted a long time. I wondered out loud if that was the good news or the bad.

Laura was on the couch facing the sliding glass doors to the deck. Her Mom and Jennifer were on the other couch, facing Laura. Sandy and I picked up on a slight tension in the room. I noticed their posture was relaxed and didn't tighten up when we walked in, but the energy did shift.

I sat by Laura and Sandy sat on my other side. I said, "How was dinner?"

They said it was good and the bread bowls made it special. I said, "I'm a little surprised you're both still here. I get the feeling you waited for us on purpose."

Mom said, "We did, Sir. We talked, watched and listened. I know Laura told you about my husband. That's my whole experience of a Dom-sub relationship before meeting you. It wasn't good. I'm a sub, but too afraid to trust a man again. It's been years and I haven't dated or even had lunch with a man, because I'm afraid of the abuse."

"What do you fear? What would abuse look like?" I asked.

"He beat us!" Mom said.

"So, if someone spanked you it would be proof that Doms are abusive?"

"No! He beat us. He broke my arm. He cracked a few ribs and for over a year I carried bruises."

"Sandy, in all the time you've known me have I ever intentionally bruised you, broken a bone or scarred your skin?"

"No!"

"Sandy, lift your dress and bend over my lap, please." She stood, lifted her dress to her waist and bent over my lap. Since she was only wearing shoes below the waist they saw her pussy and ass. The instant she was down on my lap I slapped her ass hard.

She said, "Thank you, Nick. That's one."

I asked, "Was that abuse?"

Mom hesitated. Her eyes stayed on Sandy's bare ass. "No."

I slapped her again. Sandy said, "Thank you, Nick. That's two."

I slapped each cheek in turn until Sandy said, "Thank you, Nick. That's ten."

I asked, "Is that abuse?" As I asked I massaged Sandy's ass. It had pinked nicely.

Jennifer said, "That's not abuse." Her tone said, 'That turns me on!'

I said, "Sandy, I love you. Thank you. Would you like to cum?"

"Yes, Nick."

I pushed two fingers into her cunt and stroked her g-spot for a few seconds. She shuddered and moaned as her fluids soaked us both. I watched Momma and Jennifer. They were working hard not to touch themselves.

I helped Sandy stand and I said, "Mrs. Clarke, stand up please." She did. She was trembling. "Sandy, please help Mrs. Clarke out of her clothes."

No one spoke. No one hesitated or resisted. Sandy helped Mom get undressed. Her crotch was soaked. When she was nude I said, "I want you to lie across my lap and let me spank you. When I have slapped your ass ten times you'll ask me to finger your cunt and you'll cum for me. It will be your gift to me. If you are willing to give me this gift, lie across my lap."

She didn't hesitate. She put her hands out in front of her and spread her legs enough that reaching her cunt would be easy. Slap!

She said, "Thank you, Nick. That's one."

Slap! "Thank you, Nick. That's two." I looked over at Jennifer. Her right hand was shoved deep in her slacks.

Slap! Momma moaned and said, "Thank you, Nick. That's three."

I said, "Laura, take all of Jennifer's clothes off and lick her once for each time I slap her mother's ass. We all watched as Jennifer and Laura got Jennifer undressed. When Jennifer was on her back with Laura between her legs I slapped her Momma's ass hard. 

Slap! "Thank you, Nick. That's four!" Momma said. Jennifer moaned and said, "Thank you, Laura. That's one."

In my head I counted to twenty. Slap!

"Thank you, Nick. That's five!" Momma said. Jennifer moaned and said, "Thank you, Laura. That's two." 

I said, "Five more Mrs. Clarke. Five more and you'll be ready for my fingers. Do not cum until my fingers are inside you." Slap!

She yelped and said, "Thank you, Nick. That's six!" Jennifer moaned and said, "Thank you, Laura. That's three." 

Slap! "Thank you, Nick. That's seven!" Momma said. Jennifer moaned and said, "Thank you, Laura. That's four." 

Slap! Slap! Momma moaned from deep inside and I felt her juices run onto my leg, soaking through my slacks. "Thank you, Nick. That's eight and nine!!" Momma said. Jennifer moaned and said, Thank you, Laura. That's five and six! I'm going to cum!" 

Slap! Momma moaned and started to say, "Thank you, Nick. That's ..." When I shoved two wet fingers into her pussy as deep as they would go! She screamed. Her body shook and shook some more. Jennifer thrashed about on the floor and Laura kept her face in Jennifer's pussy.

I pulled out of Mrs. Clarke and said, "Laura, enough." I looked at Sandy and said, "We need towels, please." She ran.

Sandy, Laura and I used towels to clean up. We undressed and Laura took all our clothes and towels to the laundry room. Momma and Jennifer sat on the floor, on towels, with no thoughts about being naked, exposed and smelling like an orgy. Sandy brought each of us some water.

After Momma drank about half a glass I asked, "Was that abuse?"

"Abuse? If that was abuse I want abuse every day for the rest of my life!"

Jennifer looked at Laura and asked, "Where did you learn how to do that?"

Laura looked at the floor and said, "Yours is the first pussy I ever ate. I've kissed Sandy a couple of times, but you came in my mouth!"

It was quiet for a while. Momma asked, looking at me, "So, what's next, Master?"

I smiled. "I am not your Master. I don't have room for you to live with us. I don't want you to live with us. However, not long ago Sandy didn't live here either. Sandy and Laura can tell you the rules. If you choose to be a gift, we'll help you learn and follow the rules from your homes."

Jennifer asked, "Will we be... will we be treated like we just were?"

"Are you asking if we have lots of sex? Would you like more orgasms? A bed partner some nights, spankings sometimes, and experiences you haven't even dreamed of yet? Yes!"

"Then, I'm a gift! A gift to all of you!"

Sandy spoke. "No! Do not be a gift to me! I can't accept. Be a gift to Nick, not me. Be my sister!"

Laura nodded and said, "Be my sister in a new way, but not a gift."

Jennifer said, "You're right. I listen to myself and I don't want to be a Dom. I am a sub and if you'll have me Nick, I want to give myself to you."

"Laura asked to be trained. If that's what you want, I accept. Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" Jennifer and Momma said, in unison.

I said, "Come with me." I led us onto the deck and turned on the water. We soaped each other, caressed each body and got very clean. My cock was looked at but not touched by Sandy or Laura. Momma and Jennifer got the hint and didn't touch it either. When we were all clean I said, "Laura, I want you on your knees and I'd love you to suck me till, I cum in your mouth. If I cum in your mouth, will you swallow?"

"I will be honored to swallow everything you give me." She was on her knees and my cock disappeared into her mouth. Sandy asked, "Nick, may I kiss Jennifer or Mrs. Clarke?"

"Only if you kiss them both and pinch their nipples."

I watched. Sandy was closest to Mrs. Clarke so she kissed her first. She pinched Momma's nipples against her index finger, pressing them between the sides of her fingers with her thumbs. Momma's knees went weak, but she recovered before she fell.

Laura's head worked on me, completely engulfing my shaft and withdrawing until the tip of her tongue stuck into the slit at the end of my cock. Sandy ended the kiss with Laura's Mom and Jennifer traded places with her Mom. Sandy kissed Jennifer with equal enthusiasm. Jennifer moaned when Sandy grasped her nipples and moaned again when Sandy pinched hard on her.

I came into Laura's mouth. She made noises and swallowed everything I gave her. Her lips and tongue made sure I got very clean.

"Please stand Laura." I said. As she stood she said, "Thank you, Nick. I love that you wanted me to do that for you."

"I think it would be good if you kissed Sandy, Jennifer and your mom. Let them taste us." She gave each one a kiss. We went back inside the house. I said, "You will stay the night, please. There are three queen-sized beds and one King. One bed will not be used tonight. Both of you need new names. I will not join with either Jennifer or Mrs. Clarke."

Mrs. Clarke said, "I have always liked the name Ashley. May I be Ashley?"

I nodded.

Jennifer said, "I'd like to be Beth. May I?"

I nodded. Then I said, "I don't want either of you to make up anything about who sleeps with me tonight. So I'll choose by chance." I got a coin from the kitchen. I said, "Sandy and Laura go first. One of you call heads while the coin is in the air." I tossed and Sandy said, "Heads." It was. I said, "Beth and Ashley, one of you call heads while the coin is in the air. I tossed and Ashley said, "Heads." It wasn't.

Ashley picked up the coin and handed it to me. I said, "Sandy and Beth. One of you calls it." I tossed it. Beth watched the coin. Sandy watched Beth. She beat Beth calling "Heads." It wasn't.




BBW Seeks Dom - 50 Ch. 01



I was having Beth in bed with me, leaving Sandy, Laura and Ashley. I said, "The three of you share the king bed. Beth and I will be in the guest room. I'd like to be up by nine and eating French Toast, sausage and one egg at nine-thirty. No one dresses for breakfast. Ok?"

Laura and Sandy answered in unison, "Yes, Nick." Ashley was half a second late. I took Beth's hand and turned toward the bedrooms after kissing the others. Laura asked, "May we play in bed, Nick?"

"Play and cum freely, but quietly."

As we entered the bedroom Beth said, "I don't know how you want me to be."

"Obedient. Start there. Get into the bed and when I get in I want you to kiss me to convince me that I am the man you will serve and love for the rest of your life. You cannot know that yet, but convince me you intend it to be true."

She did her best. She was not convinced it was true, but she was enthusiastic about her intent. I questioned her about her history with intimacy.

"In the rest of my life I'm strong and can speak my mind. But, when someone starts being intimate with me I can't be the leader. You can do anything to me and I won't say "no." But, I can't ask for what I want. I can't initiate something."

"So, when a boy-friend wanted you to suck him he presented you with his dick and you sucked. What you wanted wasn't important."

"He didn't ask and if he had asked, I would have sucked him anyway."

"Has anyone been inside your ass?"

"With fingers and with a dildo, but not a cock."

"Did you like it, Beth?"

"It hurt, but I liked her, so it was Ok."

"Have you tribbed?"

"Tribbed? I don't know what that is."

"When two women rub their pussies together, that's tribbing."

"I've done it, but didn't know what it was called."

As we talked I kept touching her, caressing her various parts and noting her reactions. I kissed and sucked her various parts as well. She had told the truth. She didn't initiate any actions.

"Have your partners in the past complained about you not initiating?"

"Every man I've been with for more than two or three nights has complained. I want to do things, I just can't make myself do it."

"I want you to suck my dick until it's hard. Then push me onto my back and climb above me and lower your pussy until I'm deep inside you. Do it now, please."

She bent to my dick and took it all into her mouth. She sucked and moved her head up and down about an inch.

"Use your tongue to stroke the skin of my cock. Vary the pressure. Take me deep inside and barely inside. Doing the unexpected will give me extra pleasure. Giving me pleasure has you be in charge of my pleasure, even though I ask you to do it. You should use your hands to play with my balls as well."

She did just what I asked. As I hardened she showed more enthusiasm in her efforts and I responded by getting harder.

"I think I'm hard enough to be inside you. I want to be inside you." I said.

She rolled me flat on my back and climbed on me, centering her cunt above my cock and lowered herself down until I was inside her. She looked at my face and kept lowering herself until she had all of my cock inside. I said, "My God, Woman! It's like being held by a slippery vise! You're incredible!"

The look in her eyes told me that she'd never been praised like that and that she loved hearing it. I said, "Move any way you can without my cock coming out of you. Squeeze your muscles and fuck me, Sweetheart. Fuck me till I cum inside you."

Beth's hands pressed on my shoulders and she rotated her hips as well as lifting and lowering them. My hands held her breasts and occasionally I pinched her nipples.

Beads of sweat popped out all over her torso and face. Our breathing got louder, our movements wilder and more frantic.

"Tell me when you're close to cumming, please." I asked.

My right hand left her breast and I pushed a finger between our pelvic bones so every time she dropped down my finger pressed against her clit. The first few times she came straight down on my finger and she said, "Oh!"

Then she came down and moved laterally and she shuddered. Her eyes closed. Her breath was held and the next time down she stayed down, moving her clit half an inch north, west, south and east. She pressed as hard as her hundred-thirty pounds could press and suddenly her head went back, her mouth opened and from somewhere deep inside her a groan started and built into a moan and then into a scream! I felt liquid coating my scrotum, lower belly and thighs. It was enough! I unloaded inside her! She shuddered, her vagina spasmed and milked my cum from me. She bent over and lay on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her for minutes. She shuddered in aftershocks for most of two or so minutes.

She lifted her head and kissed me. In that kiss she surrendered to me. No words were needed. Everything that needed to be said had been communicated. I held her another minute. My hard on became soft and retreated out of her body. A small flood flowed from her.

I said, "Maybe we need a clean up towel and a lick or two." She quickly untangled herself, ran to the bathroom and came back with two towels and a wet washcloth. She cleaned us both, used the washcloth and then dried us both with the same towel. I rolled out of the way and the dry towel was put over the wet spot.

She took the clean up supplies back to the bathroom and came back to me, smiling. I asked, "Would you put your pussy right on my mouth so I can enjoy it?"

She gave me a look I made mean no one, no man, had ever eaten her "after." She turned and gave me her pussy. My hands held her hips and I pressed face first into her open, swollen, wet vulva. She responded with wonderful noises, movements, spasms and a flood of our combined juices. When she shuddered hard and said, "Now!" I'm sure she woke Sandy, Ashley and Laura. I'm pretty sure they smiled.

She turned so we were face to face and she cleaned my face with her kisses and between kisses she said, "Thank you. Thank you."

We fell asleep that way.



BBW Seeks Dom - 50 Ch. 02



 [This story contains D/s, shaved pussies, nudity, oral sex, anal sex, fff, mf, mfff, helplessness, peeing, forced orgasms, spanking, butt plugs, a chastity belt and at least three surprises. If any of those things will offend you go read some other story. It is not my intention to offend you. Please turn on your willing-suspension-of-disbelief so the three things that aren't physically possible or likely won't bother you.]



In the morning I woke up feeling a breeze. Sandy had opened windows and doors to clear the smells of sex from both bedrooms. Laura and Ashley had helped. I woke and woke Beth. We were both uncovered and Laura and Ashley spooned with me behind Beth. We got up and went outside to the shower. The deck was wet. I made that mean Sandy and probably Laura and Ashley had showered. Beth and I used a lot of hot water and got very clean. I washed Beth's hair. I love the feel of washing a woman's hair. It is both sensual and sexy. I love watching the river of suds flowing down her back, then turning her and watching the suds flow down, caressing her breasts and farther down flowing across her belly and onto her thighs. I washed her hair twice.

Beth shaved everything from her shoulders down as a gift to me. We rinsed and dried each other. The sliding door into the main room opened and Laura poked her head out. She smiled and said, "Breakfast is ready when you are, Nick."

We hung our towels to dry on hooks beside the shower on the deck and followed Laura inside. I saw French toast coming off the grill and watched Ashley serve our plates onto the table. We all sat and they waited until I took the first bite. Nothing had been said about waiting. Ever.

I asked, "Ashley, you've been here less than a day. As you eat your breakfast, please tell Beth about your experience here and your thinking. Please, don't tell me or even look at me."

She turned her chair a few degrees toward Beth, who was sitting to her right. I was to her left. She said, "I'm not sure if I can put into words how I feel about everything that's happened. I'll try. When we met Nick and Sandy I was surprised. I expected a man who looked and acted and even sounded like your Daddy. Nick is nothing like him. I expected gruff. I expected orders. I haven't heard a single order or a gruff voice."

"He spanked you!" Beth said.

"It wasn't abuse! He didn't intend to injure me or Sandy and he didn't! We both had huge orgasms! I loved what he did to me! They have shaken the world I lived in. I don't want to go back to that world."

"We talked before we got here and you disapproved of what Marie was doing, being a sub." Beth said.

"When I said that I was using the word sub as meaning slave. No one here is a slave. Laura and Sandy are gifts. I still disapprove of slavery. I will willingly give myself as a gift to Nick."

"Me too, Momma. Me too."

I said, "Beth, before either of you actually give me the gift you need to know more and experience more about what it means. Can you stay the day with us?"

"Honestly Nick, I'm willing to sign an agreement right now. After last night I'm ready and willing to give me to you. You want my money, car, furniture, 401k, they're yours. You want me tattooed, let's go!"

I held up a hand. "Thank you. No. I accepted you for training. We'll start with the rules. Laura, do you remember the list I emailed to you before we met?"

"Yes, Nick."

"The first one, please."

"Dresses and skirts in public. No pants unless specifically requested by Nick. Do you want me to give reasons?" Laura asked. I nodded.

"Dresses and skirts have my pussy always available for Nick's pleasure. They also allow air to get to my pussy all the time, which is healthier than having it covered."

"Any questions?" I asked.

Beth asked, "What about panties, pantyhose, leotards, bathing suits?"

I pointed at Laura. She said, "My pussy is only covered during my period and at Nick's request. I don't need a list of what items to wear or not wear. I just need to know he wants it uncovered as much as possible. That includes not crossing my legs or sitting with my knees together."

Both Beth and Ashley moved their knees a few inches apart. Ashley said, "I taught both of you to always keep your legs together."

Beth said, "You said you didn't want boys to see our panties." Ashley nodded.

"Any more questions or can we move on?" I asked.

"I've got the rules about covering my self, I think." Ashley said. Beth nodded.

"Sandy, periods, please."

"Panties will be worn from the day before your anticipated period until it is over. Panties that get stained go in the trash. Panties that are worn, frayed, torn or worn out will not be kept or worn. The days of your period will be marked on the calendar in the kitchen. If your periods are unregulated you will go to a doctor and get regulated."

"Just like clockwork," Beth said.

"Next, please."

Laura spoke, "You will keep all hair off your body from your collarbone to the bottoms of your feet. Sometime in the future we may get laser treatments to stop hair from growing, but not until at least next year."

I said, "Body hair on a woman detracts from my enjoyment of her body. While the hair is an annoyance, stubble is worse. Please, do not have me find stubble on you." I paused for a second and said, "Next."

Sandy spoke, "Shoes are not worn in the house. It's much easier to keep the house clean if we don't bring dirt in."

Laura added, "The normal dress inside the house is lingerie or nothing, for Nick's pleasure and because skin cleans easier than clothes."

I smiled. "Next, please."

Laura said, "All your clothes will be Nick approved. If you wear it, it will be Nick approved, even on the days you don't think you'll see Nick. Nothing red. Nick doesn't like red." 

"A month ago you gave me three bottles of red polish and three lipsticks." Beth said.

"Give them away, please." I said. She nodded.

"As of today you are both on our fitness program. We weigh once a week and we post the results on charts for each of us. There are consequences for gaining or losing too much weight. Our zones are twelve pounds wide. We have stationary bikes and things for your use." I said. I waved at Sandy.

Sandy said, "All sexual activity is under Nick's control. You must have permission to masturbate or play with anyone else. You may only have an orgasm when Nick gives permission. Do not break this rule. The consequences are not pleasant."

"We didn't ask permission before bed last night." Ashley said.

"I gave permission before we went to the bedrooms. Your bare tush does not sit on furniture or even the floor. We have lots of small towels for all of us to sit on. When you are done with a towel it goes in a hamper. One of Laura's responsibilities is to make sure we always have clean towels available."

"All your rules make sense." Beth said.

"My intention is to have our lives work well for each of us. If the rules don't make sense, they won't improve our lives. Let me show you something." I led them to our workout room. Sandy explained the use of the room. Laura showed them the path to the shower and explained why we went directly outside after a workout. Ashley asked if there was any danger of being seen when we were on the deck. Laura pointed at a boat about three hundred yards off shore. "If he has huge binoculars he can watch. The neighbors can't see onto the deck and we have security cameras all around the house."

We went back inside and finished breakfast, which included clean up. Then we sat out on the deck. I set a timer for one hour. We talked about being a sub in training when they weren't with us. How the rules applied everywhere, not just at the house. Sandy asked if we were going to visit their homes like we did with Laura. When she and Laura explained what happened they both volunteered to have us visit and toss everything not approved. I knew we didn't need a van, they weren't moving.

I recommended we all get dressed and go. Ashley said, "If I get dressed I break the first rule. When we came here we both wore pants."

"How can you solve the problem?" I asked.

Beth asked, "Laura, can I borrow a skirt for long enough to get home?"

Laura smiled and said, "Sure, I'm sure between Sandy and I we have two skirts that will work."

"Then it's time to get dressed." I said.

I asked, "May I have a kiss before we dress, please?"

The answer was given lips to lips. Sandy got the first kiss, Laura the next. I gave four kisses and then we all got dressed. At the door leading to the garage I asked, "Can you both spend the night with us?"

I got two yeses. The five of us got in my minivan and went to Beth's home first. When we left her apartment she had four large trash bags of clothes for a women's shelter and three bags of trash we tossed in a dumpster. As we drove to Ashley's she said, "I may need to go shopping when we're done at my house. All my things will be trashed."

I said, "If that turns out to be the case, we all go shopping. We'll all help you pick things that will look great on you, last and that we like."

She was almost right. Nine big bags of worn, old, ugly and stained clothes went to the dumpsters in the alley. Two bags of clothes were ready for a women's shelter. Her home had three closets of clothes when we started and two of those were empty when we left. She was down to three bras when we left. I drove us to the Westside Pavilion and we went shopping. 

The saleswoman helping Ashley saw her pick out four new bras and asked, "Would you like to get matching panties with those?"

Ashley said, "No, Thank you. I only wore panties when I had periods." The look on the young woman's face was priceless. Ashley held the four bras up for my approval. Sandy said, "Nick never approves lingerie without seeing it on." Ashley turned and headed for a dressing room. The young saleswoman said, "Men are not allowed in the dressing rooms."

Ashley went in and less than a minute later came out wearing her skirt and one of the new bras. I shook my head. Her hands went behind her and she took it off. She handed it to the shocked saleswoman and put on the next selection. I nodded. She took it off and handed it to Beth. Numbers three and four I liked. Sandy brought a new bra to Ashley to replace the one I rejected. Ashley put it on and we all loved it. She ripped the tags off the one she had on, handed them to the saleswoman and said, "I'll wear this one." She went in the dressing room and put her blouse back on.

I took the three new bras to the register and paid for them and the one Ashley was wearing. When my three ladies joined me at the register I asked Ashley, "Are you in the habit of exposing your breasts while you shop?"

"That's the first time I've ever done it." She answered, blushing.

"Why did you do it, Mom?" Laura asked.

"My life is about making life better for all of us. Having four of you standing around waiting for me doesn't make life better. We've all seen boobs before. She said Nick wasn't allowed in the back, so the solution was to try them on out here."

She had internalized the intention to make life better for all of us. I was very proud and happy. I said so. I kissed her. She returned it with enthusiasm. We bought nine new skirts that day as well. Wrap-around skirts that could be adjusted as Laura, Beth and Ashley changed body weights. Nine skirts of various colors and patterns. None were red.

Back at home I asked Ashley and Beth to put their new things and their pant outfits in their cars. Beth asked why they kept the pant outfits if they weren't to wear them.

Sandy answered, "There may be occasions when a dress or skirt wouldn't be acceptable. Your pant outfits are for those rare occasions."

The four went to the kitchen and collaborated on making dinner for us. I worked in my office for two hours. When I heard a knock I looked up and Laura was standing in the doorway, nude and smiling.

"Supper will be ready in ten minutes, Nick." She said.

"That's perfect because I'll be very hungry in ten minutes." I closed my computer and went with her to the kitchen. I washed my hands and face in the kitchen sink and helped set the table and deliver food. Folded towels were already on all the chairs.

They served almond and herb crusted Halibut with mixed vegetables, cubed sweet potatoes and iced tea. As we ate and made appreciative noises and comments I asked Sandy, "Do you believe Ashley and Beth are ready for their first visits to the playroom?"

"One at a time or together, Nick?"

"Laura, you remember your first visit. Would you think they need to be together or can they visit alone?" I asked.

"Nick, They can do it alone. I know they can."

"Ok. After dinner we will introduce Beth to the playroom. Ashley, we will have you stay in my bedroom and watch television for about ninety minutes. Then it will be your turn. The introduction you get will be very much the same as what Sandy and Laura have already been through. They will help each of you."

Laura asked, "May I tell them about the words?"

I nodded. She explained the safe words and what would happen if they were used. Neither woman had any questions. I noticed both had their nipples swell and areola tighten as Laura explained the safe words. Laura and Sandy had the same visible signs of arousal.

I went to the playroom while the ladies cleaned up. They got Ashley into the bedroom and brought Beth to the playroom. When she stepped into the room she looked around and was afraid. Laura led her to the wooden table and together they strapped her down. I checked with her about her feelings.

As the final strap held her head I asked again, "How do you feel?"

"Scared, excited, and I'm trembling. Whatever is next, I want it!"

I leaned over her and kissed her mouth. Sandy followed my lead and Laura kissed her sister after Sandy. We walked out of the room and shut off the light. Laura closed the door. We could see Beth when the door closed on the cctv monitor. Everything in her body tensed up. She tried to turn her head and when she realized she really was helpless she screamed my name, "Nick!"

She screamed it once. A few seconds later she relaxed and stopped struggling. We watched her for seven more minutes then we went to her. I asked her what happened after she called out my name.

She smiled and said, "You told me it was a test. I realized it was a test of trust. I had to trust that you wouldn't let me get hurt or hurt me. I told myself you'd be back before breakfast, then I remembered you told Momma it would be her turn in ninety minutes. I knew I could relax on the table for ninety minutes."

Her session included the water treatment and powerful orgasms like both Sandy and Laura had been given in their first few sessions. At the end of her first training session the three of us told her how proud we were of her, showered her and got her into bed. I believe she was asleep before we were out of the bedroom.

Ashley entered the playroom and saw lots of water. She said, "I won't drown, will I?"

None of us replied. We put her on the table and her session began. Even before she was helpless on the table she said, "Yellow!" We paused and told her she would be helpless and safe. Each of us told her. We waited and Ashley said, "Green."

I knew her security issues were strong and based in her time with her ex-husband.

We secured her down and kissed her. We walked out, shutting off the light and closing the door. She screamed for me three times, then she cried out for Marie. When she called for Marie I held Laura and she told me she felt the pull to go rescue her Momma. Ashley sobbed and pulled hard on the restraints. It took her eleven minutes to surrender. 

When we saw her surrender Laura and Beth were crying. It was painful to watch their mother being so scared and hurting. When she relaxed and calmed Laura said, "My Daddy did that to her." She did not use a safe word. We let her stay in the dark, alone for an additional ten minutes.

At the end of the ten minutes after she relaxed, the door opened and the lights came on. Ashley said, "I screamed for you!"

I said, "We heard you. Did you use a safe word?" My voice was calm.

"No."

"We would have come back if you had asked us to. That's what safe words are for, and you knew it."

"I was scared!"

"And, then you weren't. What changed?"

We waited and Ashley said, "I decided to trust you. I was helpless, but I decided to trust you not to hurt me. Now I can remember this lesson and always know I can trust all of you to protect me. When I become a gift to you I have to trust that you'll always take care of me."

I started releasing the straps. Laura and Sandy helped and soon the only strap holding Ashley was the one over her forehead. I said, "You just said When I become a gift to you I have to trust that you'll always take care of me." The truth is you must trust us to take care of you, protect you and enhance your life or you cannot become a gift." 

"Oh." She said. The rest of us stood still and gave her a minute to be with that new lesson.

I asked, "Could you release yourself right now?" I knew she could. One strap around her head tied her to the table. It was held there by Velcro.

"Yes, Nick. It would be easy."

"Don't." I said. 

I ushered Laura and Sandy out and shut off the light. We watched. She didn't reach to the strap. She stayed on the table, calm and quiet. After two minutes I turned a valve on the wall and water started dripping onto Ashley. The first drips landed on her belly. She moved her hands to catch the drops and divert them off her side.

After a minute of a slow drip I turned the valve a little more. The falling drips of water became a spray from a showerhead. Ashley put her hands up to shield her face but she didn't release herself or cry out.

I let the shower continue for five minutes. I shut off the water and took the three of us into the playroom. When the lights came on I said, "Look at you! You've soaked the table, the floor and yourself. You could have gotten off the table and used a bathroom."

"Nick! That's not pee! Water sprayed from the ceiling."

"Why didn't you get off the table?"

"You asked me not to release the strap."

"What held you to the table, Ashley?" I asked.

"The str... I did. I could have gotten off the table at any time. I held me on the table."

"Please free yourself." Her hands released the strap. She didn't sit up.

I said, "You had me spend a lot of useless money. The table and the straps cost hundreds of dollars. Now they are worthless. If I want you to stay on the table all I need to do is ask you to stay."

"I think I would like being strapped down sometimes." Ashley said.

"I need to be physically helpless, sometimes." Sandy said. Laura nodded.

I faced Sandy and Laura and asked, "When you bound Ashley and Beth did it turn you on?"

"Yes." They answered in unison.

I asked, "Ashley please get off the table, I want your help." She got off the table and stood waiting for instructions.

I asked, "Sandy lay on the table on your side, please." She climbed on the table and got on her right side. I handed Ashley a four-inch wide strap. "It binds her at the waist to the table." She put it on her and asked, "Is it tight enough?"

Sandy said, "Yes." I gave Ashley another four-inch strap and touched Sandy's right thigh just above her knee. She secured her leg in place. Using a two-inch strap I bound Sandy's wrists together with her arms alongside her head. I got some plastic wrap and used it to bind her arms. Laura and Ashley had watched carefully.

"Laura, I'd like you to get up on the table so your pussy is touching Sandy's pussy. I gave Ashley a six-inch wide strap and she bound Laura's waist to the table with Sandy's leg under Laura's ass. I turned Laura so most of her weight was off Sandy's leg. I strapped her chest to the table. Ashley bound Laura's arms and wrists like Sandy's. I put leather cuffs on all four ankles. I attached the cuffs to ropes and the ropes to hooks on the walls. Two more ropes stretched their arms towards the walls.




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"Laura, can you rub your pussy against Sandy's?" She moved as best she could and answered, "Yes, Nick."

I tightened the rope attached to her wrists and asked again.

"Yes, Nick, barely."

"Sandy, move to press against her pussy, please." Sandy did her best. The contact was made, but it was not very well connected.

"If you wanted to get loose, could you?"

"No, Nick." They answered.

"It's late. Beth is already asleep for the night. Ashley and I are going to bed. I'll give each of you an alarm in case you need us before morning." I put a device that looked like a garage opener in their hands. "If you hit the button, I'll come running. If you can manage to give each other orgasms, it's Ok with me."

I spread a blanket over them and walked Ashley out of the playroom. I shut off the light and closed the door. Ashley saw the infrared video system and heard Laura ask, "Have you ever been bound like this before?"

"No. Never bound for hours, either." After a long pause Sandy said, "I want to cum." 

We heard grunts and other noises of effort. I asked Ashley, "Can you find a bed? Either the one with Beth in it or the king-sized one?"

"Yes."

"Then you should go to bed." I said.

"You're staying here?"

"To keep them safe. Being bound is dangerous. I'll be right here if they need me." She kissed me and headed for the bedrooms. I sat down to watch. Three minutes or so later Ashley walked in with a robe for each of us, a pitcher of iced tea and some crackers and cheese. She put them near me and sat in a chair near me.

"Please, don't send me to bed." She said. "I'd lie awake worried about them and about you."

"OK. Stay. Let's have some snack." She sliced cheese and made cheese and cracker sandwiches for us. We snacked and talked for three hours. Part of that time our conversation was physical. She knelt on the floor and sucked me to a wonderful orgasm. We listened to Sandy and Laura have screaming orgasms. When the clock on the wall read four in the morning I said, "Please clean up our little party, then get in bed. I'm freeing them."

Half an hour later all of us were in bed, asleep.

Ashley and Beth went home after brunch. They had things to do to prepare for their week at home. They were to call in by Wednesday and tell us when they could come back and spend the night.

Sandy and Laura worked all week and spent every evening at home. We exercised each evening, ate healthy meals, talked a lot and played often. Laura discovered she really liked riding one of the stationary bikes while she watched the surf through the sliding glass doors. At the end of her fifth week in the house her weight chart showed she started at 151.6 pounds and lost three pounds the first week, two the next, then three, three and four pounds. She weighed 136.6 and mentioned that if she was working out in public a lot she would already be needing new clothes. Sandy had been about two pounds below the center of her zone when Laura joined us. At the five week weigh in she was at 118.2 pounds, barely above her lower limit. I was benefiting from the three of us working together too. I had been at 218.0 and my goal weight was 215. I had been holding at 215 for three weeks when Laura had been with us five weeks. 

We measured Laura and looked her over without clothes and with clothes to see if she was in her zone yet. My opinion was that if she really wanted to feel and look the best she needed to come down another ten pounds. I wrote 126.0 in pencil at the top of her chart.

Friday night Ashley and Beth came for the weekend. At my request they brought a stash of clothes so they had casual going-somewhere clothes, dressy clothes for dinner out in a nice place and hiking clothes. The clothes they brought would stay in the house when they went home.

After dinner and clean up we adjourned to the exercise room. Sandy, Laura and I coached Ashley and Beth in the basics of how we trained. We spent an hour sweating then showered and another hour in the playroom, sweating more. Beth discovered she could indeed squirt when she orgasmed. Both she and I needed to shower again. We all showered at the end of the evening.

Saturday both Laura and I needed to work for three or four hours so we sent the three other women shopping. Food and basic supplies were the target of the trip. I told them to be back anytime but to be quiet, giving us four solid hours to work. Laura needed all four hours. I was done in a little over three. I started thinking about fun.

'What can a man do to have fun on a weekend with two to four women?' I asked myself. I looked for interesting things we could do, together. I found eight cooking classes and schools where we could improve our food choices. Over the next few months there were food festivals, contests and charity events. I remembered years before, I had taken a lover hot air ballooning down near San Diego. We floated over golf courses and vineyards and watched the sun go down. We loved it. A list took shape of things we would discuss as a family. Choice would be made and I needed a master calendar.

Using my phone I called Sandy. I asked her to stop by a store like Office Depot or Staples and get six large calendars, like the one in our kitchen. She replied, "Oh, goodie! There's something wonderful coming! I'll get them."

I met them in the garage when they returned. We carried all their purchases inside and put the food away first. I could tell they wanted to know what the calendars were for, but not one of them asked.

Laura came out of her office and was handed a glass of iced tea. She saw the stack of calendars and asked, "Are we planning ahead?"

I answered, "Here's the plan: We make sandwiches and veggies to eat between now and dinner. Each of us takes a calendar and enters our schedules on it. Use priorities to mark every item. A number 1 is work related. If I need to spend eight hours on a contract every day for ten days, I block out the hours for those days, note them as Priority One. Number 2 things are those we schedule that must be done, like doctor appointments, dentists, accountants, oil changes, things that are important but could possibly be rescheduled with enough lead time. A number 3 is something you have scheduled other than a number One or Two." I tore off a page for the month just past and invented examples of how to write their entries.

"Write your name on every page, near the bottom. Use everything from your personal calendars and please be done in four hours."

Sandy asked, "Should we use one color for each priority? I have plenty of colored markers."

We picked red for Priority One, green for Two and blue for Three. They hit the kitchen and made sandwiches, cut up veggies and made two kinds of dip. A fresh pitcher of iced tea sat next to a stack of glasses and napkins. I made a plate for myself, grabbed a calendar, shoved three markers on the plate with my sandwiches and went to my computer. As I left them I said, "Let's get back together in two hours to see how we're doing." Sandy set the timer on the microwave to ring in two hours.

Two hours later I heard the microwave ding. I was ready. When I walked into the kitchen all four were at the big table. Markers were on the table and colorful calendars.

The sandwiches were gone. The veggies were gone. The iced tea was gone.

I sat and said, "What did you learn?"

Beth said, "I'm totally a mess! I'm unorganized and helpless!"

Ashley said, "And, I'm the one who taught her!"

Sandy smiled at me and said, "You're right again. There are real advantages to being OCAR."

I smiled. OCAR was an acronym I made up for her and people like her. It stands for Obsessive Compulsive Anal Retentive. I let Sandy explain it. When she showed them her calendar they understood. Ashley said, "Almost like Monk on TV." She had used a ruler on the lines she drew, printed labels on her computer to show what each event was for, the times and priority number.

I handed her the blank calendar and said, "We're going to make a master calendar. Unless there is an objection I think Sandy should make the master calendar." There were no objections.

She looked at our calendars, thought for a few seconds and said, "Give me a few minutes at the computer, please." She ran to her office and didn't take anything with her. When she came back she had sheets of colored round labels with her. Each had an initial on it: N for Nick, A for Ashley, B for Beth, L for Laura and S for Sandy. She also brought four pair of scissors.

Sandy has many voices. She changed to her Teacher voice and said, "We'll begin with this month. Use your scissors and cut out your priority One events. When they are cut out give them to me, one at a time."

She trimmed and pasted them on her calendar, putting a colored sticker on each one. At a quarter to six we had a pretty good calendar to look at. It reminded me of the calendar my friend Lee had when some of his kids were in high school. Colorful, with not many moments of alone time.

I asked them to dress casually for dinner out and I went to my office before I dressed. I printed fresh blank calendars for the next eight months. In my bedroom I dressed, cargo pants and a sweatshirt Sandy had given me four years earlier. It said, "The Man" on the front.

I asked Sandy to mark empty days on the smaller calendars. Empty meaning no number One or number Two priorities on those days. In my cargo pocket I had a list of possibilities for those empty days.

We drove to a small seafood restaurant I like. We found an empty place for the five of us to sit, ordered and sat down. I said, "I want more for us than the great lives we already have. We will get better and our OCAR mentor will help us. We will not become OCAR. That is a gift given at birth. We will improve!" I showed the smaller calendars with the empty days outlined. "Right now these are the days when all five of us can do things together. We'll look at them, month by month and plan to do wonderful things together."

I put the next month's calendar face up on the table. One three-day weekend was empty. Saturday, Sunday and Monday. They looked at the calendar and smiled. I knew they wouldn't suggest something. This was the part of our relationship where they depended on me to make decisions.

So, I asked questions. "Have any of you been up in a hot air balloon?" They all shook their heads and Ashley said, "They're dangerous." Beth and Laura nodded in agreement. I said, "Ashley, when we get home your job is to go on-line and find out how many hot air balloon crashes there have been in the last ten years. Find out how many people died in those crashes, please."

"Yes, Nick."

"How many of you have been paddled a canoe or kayak?" I asked. Sandy raised her hand. I asked, "When and where?"

"I was a senior in high school and a boy-friend took me canoeing on a lake in Oregon. It was fun!" It was obvious the experience was a treasured memory. Her face glowed as she told us about it.

"Have any of you been to the San Diego Zoo?" Sandy raised her hand again. I pointed at her and she said, "My husband took us there when his sister and her family came to visit. His sister had three kids about eight, nine and eleven and they loved it. I loved it and my brother loved it. His wife thought it smelled."

I smiled and said, "Sea World?" No hands.

"Can you ride a bicycle?" All hands and smiles.

"Roller skate or rollerblade?" No hands.

"Ride a horse?" Sandy almost put her hand up. I asked, "Did you fall off?"

"No, Nick. It wasn't a horse. It was a pony. Does that count?"

"It was in a pen and went around and around in a circle?" I motioned with my hand going around in a circle.

Sandy smiled and said, "I was about nine. It scared me."

"I don't think that counts as a horse. I wish I could have seen you ride it though. I'll bet you were cute doing it."

"Thank you."

"Have any of you been in a power or sail boat?"

Ashley had and so had Sandy. They both said it was power not sail. I could tell they were both excited and apprehensive about what I might have planned.

The waitress stopped by the table and had heard the last question. She asked, "Are you going sailing?"

I said, "If we go, do you want to go, too?"

She shook her head and said, "I went once, when I was a kid. My Dad rented a boat and it was too windy. He capsized the boat and... no thank you."

I got her to bring the bill and we packed up to go home. As we drove I said, "Tomorrow we are going shopping. We will go together. You will buy clothes for our three-day-weekend. We are going to San Diego for the weekend." I waited until the clapping stopped. "We will drive down Saturday morning early, and drive around Mission Bay so you get an overview of San Diego. We will have dinner in Old Town. Old Town is a touristy pseudo Mexican village full of shops and restaurants. Sunday we will either do something on the water or go to either the zoo, Sea World or Balboa Park. Therefore, each of you needs cute skirts and tops, a bathing suit, maybe a hat if you burn out in the sun for a weekend and shoes you can walk in all weekend."

Sandy asked, "Where are we shopping tomorrow?"

"We need to go somewhere that has nice things and lots of selection." I said. "I think we should go to the South Bay Galleria." I got instant agreement from everyone. I was not surprised. 

Just before we got home Ashley asked, "Will we always go on trips as a family? No trips with you and just one of us?"

It was a great question. My mind raced. I said, "Great question. I think the answer is Yes, there will be individual trips sometimes and family trips sometimes, too. For now let me think about these individual trips."

In five weeks there was a car show in Carlsbad. I knew I wanted to go, but had all but crossed it off as probably unmanageable for all five of us. But for two...

'Who would I take?'

At home I took the master calendars into my office and studied them. I discovered that looking for holes for all of us was crazy, but finding a weekend for us, as couples, was pretty easy. The three-day weekend in the month ahead worked for all of us. I called and made reservations in San Diego. I made a Post-it with the dates, the names and destination. Three weeks after that was the car show in Carlsbad. It worked best for Laura and me. I made another post-it with the dates, my name and Laura's and the words "Carlsbad car show". Three weeks farther out was an open weekend that worked well for Sandy and me. She would get a three-day from school. I scheduled a flight to San Francisco for us. I made a Post-it. For Ashley-and-me the very next weekend after Sandy-and-me worked for her schedule. I booked us onto a short cruise from Los Angeles to Mexico and back. Three days on a ship. I had already learned that if Ashley did something, Beth would want to do it, too. I booked onto another cruise to Mexico, for Beth-and-me. I booked a cabin on the other side of the ship.

I took the Post-its and stuck them on the calendar. When the ladies were all busy somewhere, other than in the kitchen, I hung the calendar on the wall in the kitchen.

Ashley was first to go into the kitchen. She looked at the dinner schedule, to see who was making dinner. That schedule was next to the Master Calendar. She noticed the bright yellow Post-it for the three-day-weekend coming. She ran to tell the others what she found.

Two minutes later four women were outside my door. Sandy knocked. I looked up and she asked, "May we ask about the Post-its you put on the calendar? There are lots of them."

I described the first trip, to Carlsbad as the example.

"Laura and I will be going to a car show in Carlsbad that weekend. I love going to car shows like that and it gives Laura and I some alone time. Each of you will get some alone time with me in the next few months. I will take each of you places to see how you are with each kind of adventure."

Early Sunday morning I sent them out to clean the mini-van for our shopping trip. It got washed and cleaned inside and out. They wore bathing suits and I made mental notes about their purchases for the day. Ashley was wearing a suit suited to a matron of sixty, not a healthy vibrant woman of fifty. Her suit was brown. If I were King I'd have a law outlawing brown bathing suits. I thought about that for a few seconds and decided if I were King I'd outlaw bathing suits. I smiled and Sandy said, "He's thinking about fun things! I love when he thinks of fun things."

The van was ready and we were all dressed by nine. The mall opened at ten. We probably were not the first through the doors, but it was close. I knew we were buying a lot so our first stop was the security office. I went in and explained to the guard that we were there to buy ten or more bags of things for an upcoming trip. I wanted to be able to bring the bags to his office and have him protect them until we were done. Then we would take everything at once out to our van and go. He explained that they didn't have such a service. I asked to speak to the mall manager. It took ten minutes for him to arrive.

He came through the door and saw us, one man and Ashley, Beth, Laura and Sandy. I said, "Hi. I'm Nick. Did you ever see the movie "Pretty Woman"?"

He smiled and said, "Mark, these folks are going to be bringing bags of things in here all day. You and the rest of Security will protect the bags with your lives. When these wonderful people are finished shopping your staff will carry all the bags out to their van. Am I clear?"

The uniformed pimple behind the counter said, "Yes, Mr. Maxwell." 

Mr. Maxwell held the door open for us. I shook his hand as we left and said, "Thank you." Ten steps later Sandy said, "Let the shopping begin!"

Within the first half hour I stopped in a store and bought a Sharpie. From then on I wrote on each bag the name of the person who got the things in the bag. In some stores that meant four bags of stuff. As we left a store with three bags of stuff Sandy said, "Since I got the most from that store, may I take all the things to security?" I said that would be wonderful, told her which store we would be in and she took the bags. When she returned I kissed her.

As we left each store thereafter the person who got the most volunteered to be the mule. They got kisses. We all had a good time. At lunch we stopped and had a good lunch. As we ate Mr. Maxwell found us and came to our table. 

He said, "Is everything going well?"

I said, "Yes, Thank you. We're finding everything we need. Perhaps you can tell us, if you and your ladies were going on vacation and going to be doing a lot of walking where would you look for shoes?" We all thought he was going to wet himself in excitement. He told us three different stores to go to. We thanked him and as he left us he went to the manager of the restaurant and comped our lunches.

Laura asked, "Did you know they would treat us like this?"

"You never know if you never ask." I said. "I had no idea, but I can't remember the last time I went shopping with four beautiful women."

As we walked to the next store I heard Ashley say to Sandy, "I love that man."

Sandy said, "We all do."

It was a little after three in the afternoon when we were back at the Security office. Mark was still there with five other uniformed Security people. They loaded each other up and Mr. Maxwell carried six bags himself and we were escorted to the parking lot and our purchases loaded in the van. Sandy, Laura and Beth had to hold bags on their laps or we wouldn't have room for everything. I had kept a running total in my head. I still had all the receipts in my pockets and my estimate was we had spent a little over three thousand dollars.

The rest of Sunday was spent doing laundry, throwing away bags, wrapping paper, and thanking me. I went to my office and totaled the receipts. Three thousand three hundred eighty-two dollars and change. Eight hundred forty-five dollars each. I sat back and thought about being me. As a family I paid all the bills. All of us deposited everything into the family account. The four women deposited twenty-two and a half thousand a month. Rent on Ashley's and Beth's apartments came to almost forty-two hundred including utilities. I paid their rent and utilities. They bought groceries with a credit card. I paid the credit card bills and they came to me, not them. Sandy and Laura lived in my home. My utilities went up four hundred a month when they moved in. My grocery bill went up a little under eleven hundred a month. They bought the groceries on a credit card. They never saw the bills. I saw the bills. Our monthly bills came to about ten and a half thousand not counting my mortgage, house insurance and utilities. I made enough on my own to pay for my home, insurance, two cars, utilities and still have money left over. They deposited almost ten thousand a month over what it cost for them to live.




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The fact that I took all the worry, concern and anxiety out of their lives about money allowed them to believe that I had spent thirty-three hundred dollars on them! It was their money! They hadn't worried once during the shopping trip about what it cost. They trusted that if we were going too far, I'd take care of it. I did take care if it and I did worry.

We were fine.

The three days before we drove to San Diego I attended a conference in Sacramento. I went alone. Laura might have been able to go if she rearranged some of her contracts or spent most of her time in Sacramento in our hotel room working on her computer. I decided she was better staying home and sharing her non-working time with Sandy getting ready for the trip.

The day before we were to leave I drove home. After a conference with me by phone, Laura parked a car on the street and they used the empty parking space for luggage and anything else going with us. Snacks, towels for the beach, an ice chest filled with beverages and many other things they had asked me about. 

As soon as I parked they swarmed the mini-van and me. I was given Welcome Home kisses and the van got cleaned better than if I had taken it to a car wash. The added benefit for me was that they worked naked and playfully as they cleaned the van, inside and out. It reminded me of the scene in "Cool Hand Luke" where the men watch Lucille wash a car, rubbing her soapy, wet, gigantic breasts on the car.

By the time we were ready for bed the van was extra clean, all our luggage and supplies were loaded and they did 99% of the work. Dinner was delivered from our favorite Chinese restaurant. By nine we were all in bed. Sandy gave me a present, an eight-sided die. Each woman had her name on two sides of the die.

I said I would roll and the name that came up would be the first I entered. Then I would roll again to see who would be second, third and forth. I rolled Sandy first, Laura second, Beth third and Ashley last. I danced with Sandy in the bedroom and then put her on the bed and we kissed for a while. The others danced, kissed and began their own foreplay. I dove face first into Sandy's pussy and used my hands and fingers to generate heat in her butt and other body parts.

When I penetrated her with my cock it was already wet with saliva from Laura. Laura sucked Sandy's breasts and kissed her with passion while I stroked in and out of her pussy. We started in doggy but soon shifted to modified missionary, where Sandy was folded and I held her legs against my chest as I pushed deep inside her.

When Sandy came Laura covered her mouth by putting her own breast into Sandy's mouth. I stopped moving and when Sandy started to calm I shifted to Laura and entered her doggy style. When I entered her she barked. I growled and she barked. Beth left Ashley and wiggled under Laura so her face was under Laura's pussy. I felt her tongue touch my balls and cock as I stroked into Laura. Her hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I'd never felt what I was feeling.

I noticed Sandy and Ashley were watching the three of us, not doing anything. I said, "Ashley, suck on Sandy's breasts. Squeeze them with your hands and love her to a screaming orgasm without touching her pussy!" She smiled and turned her attention to Sandy.

I waited a few seconds and said, "Sandy, receive all her love and affection. Let it in. It's not just her loving you it's all of us. Close your eyes and feel the mouth at your breast. One second it's Ashley's mouth, then it's mine or Beth's or Laura's. Feel all of us loving you."

Beth sucked one of my nuts into her mouth and I felt her tongue on it. I pressed my cock into Laura and she barked, again. I shifted a little and found a position where I was pretty sure I was stroking her g-spot area as I pushed inside her. I said, "Laura, suck Beth's clit. Don't lick it, flick it or press on it. Just suck it! I want you to make her cum."

I increased the power of my strokes and soon I could hear the noises of Beth, Sandy and Laura approaching the point of no return. I felt the muscles inside Laura grab me and I said, "Cum now Ladies! Cum for me!"

They did. The next minute or so was noisy, wet and wonderful. I pulled out of Laura and Beth immediately began gathering our combined fluids from Laura. I put my mouth close to Ashley's ear and asked, "Did you cum too?"

"Yes, Nick. It was amazing! I was focused on Sandy and not even close to cumming until you told us to cum... and I did!"

I looked at the clock and saw it was getting late. I said, "Let's get the room cleaned up, get showered and get to sleep. Big day is only a few hours away."

Fifteen minutes later we were in bed asleep. I had told Beth, who tends to wake up early, to wake us all by seven-thirty if we weren't awake by then. At seven-twenty-nine my eyes opened and so did all the eyes in the house except Beth's. She had turned on the stereo and Willy Nelson was singing ,"On The road Again, just can't wait to get on the road again..." Not only were we all awake we were all laughing and singing along! Fifteen minutes later we were in the van and "On the Road Again."

Sandy and Ashley had made breakfast wraps the night before and had warmed them while we all got dressed. We ate as we drove. The wraps were wonderful. They were filled with eggs, salsa, potatoes, bell peppers, cilantro, and pieces of salmon. I never held the wrap. Sandy sat behind me and leaned forward and fed me so my hands never needed to leave the wheel.

The day was bright, warm and beautiful. All four ladies wore mid-thigh skirts and halter tops. Ashley wore a denim skirt and a plum top. Beth wore a khaki skirt and a teal halter. Sandy opted for a Hawaiian print skirt and matching halter in greens and yellows. Laura had on a Navy skirt and a white halter. She had lost enough weight and had tanned enough she was comfortable with a bare belly. They all looked great!

When we got to Laguna Niguel we were about half-way to San Diego. I said, "I'm a little hungry, but I'm not sure what I want. What do we have I can snack on?"

Ashley said, "A tangerine?"

I said, "Oh, that sounds good. Could you give me a couple sections, please?" She peeled one and fed me two small sections. I sucked her fingers for a second as she fed me. After I swallowed I said, "Thank you. That was really nice, but it wasn't it. What else?"

Laura said, "There are Doritos!" I said, "Oh, great! May I have a few?"

She opened the bag and fed me three chips, one at a time. After the third chip was eaten I said, "Wow! Those were great too, but that wasn't it either. What else do we have?"

Sandy started laughing. Ashley asked, "What are you laughing about?"

"All of you. Nick wants a snack!" She said.

I said, "So? Where is my snack?" Sandy lifted her skirt front, dipped her fingers into her slit and leaned forward slipping them into my mouth. I sucked loudly and kept sucking. When I let them go they were replaced with Beth's fingers. A little later by Ashley's and then Laura's. After I had a taste of each lady I said, "Now that's what a snack is supposed to taste like!"

Three or four miles later Ashley said, "I don't get it. I've never known a man who likes the taste of pussy as much as Nick does. Nick, what's so good about it?"

"Taste it." I said. "All of you taste it, please."

They tasted their own and each other's. I said, "No big deal, right?"

Ashley said, "Right."

I asked, "Ever taste that stuff called pre-cum? It's actually the secretion from the Cowper's Gland. Did you ever taste it?"

Laura asked, "That drop that forms at the end of your penis when you're turned on?"

I nodded. Laura said, "I've tasted yours."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Taste it."

"Now?" Laura asked. I nodded again. She said, "I can't."

"Why not? You had no trouble tasting pussy when I asked you to."

"I have a pussy. Tasting a pussy is... I get it! Tasting a pussy is a big deal because every taste is a gift!"

I said, "From the day I met each of you I've been telling you that I love the gift of your pussies. There are no covered pussies in the van. There are healthy reasons for them to be bare but the number one reason is so you can give me a gift easily. I love you and part of loving you is loving having the taste of you in my mouth."

Just a few miles south of Oceanside we came to the San Onofre Nuclear Power Station. Two huge domes just west of the freeway. Each dome has a cap or vent or something at the top. As we got close I said, "Now that the place isn't being used any more do you think they'd let us come down and paint the domes?"

"You want us to paint the domes?" Ashley asked. "What color?"

"The tops should be pink and the rest a lace pattern so it looks like we're driving past two huge breasts in a lacy bra."

"Oh my God! They do look like breasts!" Laura said.

We laughed until they were out of sight and Beth said, "I'll bet I've driven past them a hundred times and never saw what Nick sees."

They asked questions about Camp Pendleton as we drove past. They saw lots of troops practicing in the scrub along the beach. In my long ago youth I'd spent some time in the military and I shared with them. Sandy said, "I've lived with Nick as my Dom for years and never knew he'd been in the Army."

"I wasn't. I was in the Air Force and was attached to an Army unit for training for three months, a Navy unit for training for three months and I was stationed on a tri-service base for a year. It was a long time ago."

We made the turn to take us into San Diego and even though I knew which exit we wanted and where to find it I asked them to help me find it. We got off the freeway and drove around Mission Bay seeing a lot of San Diego and getting the ladies oriented for the next couple of days. I answered lots of questions. 

At about one I parked in Old Town and we walked to a wonderful Mexican restaurant. We sat out in a patio area and had wonderful food. Since I would be doing all the driving that day they each had a Margarita. Beth and Laura had never had one before.

They both liked the drink and they hoped I'd order them another. I didn't.

It was almost four when we made it to our hotel. I had booked us into a suite with two king-sized beds and two bathrooms. I was undressed, showered and tucked into bed for a nap. They quietly got unpacked and did a walk around the hotel grounds. My instruction was to wake me after I'd slept ninety minutes. Ashley woke me. She slowly and carefully crawled into bed with me and began kissing me.

It worked. I slowly woke up, smiled and returned the kisses. She asked if we could talk a little. "Sure." I said.

"Before I got into bed with you I thought about what I would do. I wanted to suck your penis and hoped that if I did you'd join with me. I got really wet thinking about it. Then I thought that was me acting like what I want is what's important. You asked to be awakened, not attacked. You are in charge of all the sexuality, not me. I crawled into bed and rubbed my pussy juice on my lips before I kissed you. Did I do good?"

I rolled over on top of her and she opened herself to me. I slid inside and we joined for a few minutes. I kissed her and told her how proud I was of her learning new thought patterns.

We didn't go all the way to orgasm. We got up, took a quick shower and redressed. We had dinner near the water's edge in a nice seafood restaurant and watched boats and ships moving in the harbor. They had looked at the "What to do in San Diego" book in our suite and we talked about what looked good. The decisions were mine and it was obvious they wanted it that way.

We made it back to out suite by ten. I asked for a wake-up call for eight in the morning and we went to bed. I brought the eight-sided die and sleeping arrangements were made with it. I rolled the die on bed number one and it got Ashley and Sandy. Bed number two got Beth and Laura leaving the question of which bed I would be in. Sandy handed me a quarter and said, "Flip it on a bed. The bed that gets heads gets you. If that pleases you."

I kissed her for such a good idea. I flipped the quarter on bed number two, Tails. I moved to bed number one and flipped again, Heads. It was settled. I won. I gave permission for any activity they wanted, except anal.

Sandy came to me and said, "If one of us broke a rule and you didn't notice would you want us to tell you?" It was the opening line to a game she invented years before. 

I answered, "You know someone broke a rule and I missed it?"

"You were asleep, Master." She said, working hard not to smile. She had the attention of all her sisters. They were worried she was about to rat on them. I could feel it in their energy.

"Then, telling me is the proper thing. Who did what?"

"I sat on my skirt. I wasn't wet enough to ruin it, but I did it."

"Take it off and give it to me, please." I kept a stern face and tone. She wiggled out of the skirt and handed it to me. I said, "You look silly with just a halter top on, take it off as well." She did and stood before me nude. I examined the skirt and found no evidence of a stain or wetness.

"I believe you need a reminder so you won't do it again. A reminder to take good care of your close and your ass."

"Yes, Master."

"Bend yourself over my legs. The rest of you close the doors and windows, quickly." They scurried around and closed every door and window. I waited with Sandy over my lap and my right hand on her ass. I could smell her arousal. It had been over a week since she had felt pain from me. She needed it.

As soon as all the doors and windows were closed I slapped her ass hard.

"Oh God! Thank you! Nick, that's one." Everything in her voice said thank you.

I slapped again and held my hand in place, forcing the pain into her cheeks. I looked at the others and said, "Ashley, please bring we a wet washcloth." She ran. I wet my hand with it and handed it back to Ashley. She stayed close and held the wet cloth for me.

Slap! Wet hands slap louder than dry. Slap! Slap! I slapped and Sandy counted. Every third slap I rewet my hand. At twelve I asked Sandy, "Have you had enough?" I could smell Ashley's arousal as well as Sandy's.

"No, Master. I know I will forget and do it again."

"If I slap your ass five more times and shove my fingers into your cunt will that be enough?"

"Yes, Master. If you do that I will have learned my lesson... for tonight."

"Count!" I said and slapped her already pink ass.

"Is that one, Master or thirteen?"

I tried not to smile. I said, "That didn't count. The next one is one."

"Thank you Master."

I slapped and she counted. I paused for my internal count of fifteen between slaps. I could see her own fluids slowly running down Ashley's thighs. When slap number five landed I didn't wait but instantly shoved two fingers deep into Sandy's opening. She covered her mouth with her hands and screamed! My hand was flooded and fluids ran down her legs. I said, "A towel." And Laura flew to the nearest bathroom. When she came back she wiped up the obvious flow from Sandy. I said, "Ashley too."

She wiped up both of Ashley's legs and wiped her pussy too. She stayed kneeling in front of me, between me and Ashley. I asked Sandy, "Have you had enough?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry if I made a mess. Is there anything I can do now?"

"Yes. Kiss me, then go in the bathroom and rinse off. Bring a towel with you when you return."

"Yes, Master." I was soundly kissed and she ran to the bathroom. I looked up at Ashley and asked, "Did you stand right there and cum without permission?"

She nodded her head. I asked again, "Did you stand right there and cum without permission?"

She said, "Yes, Nick. I..." I lifted my hand. She stopped. 

"Am I interested in excuses?"

"No, Master."

"Is there a rule about when you may cum?"

"Yes, only when you give permission."

"Lean over my legs and count. Do not cum again unless I tell you to."

"Yes, Master." She took the position formerly held by Sandy. I slapped her ass hard.

"That's one. Thank you, Master."

I slapped her eight times before sandy was back with a towel. I pointed at Ashley's pussy and Sandy knew to get ready. She knelt and was ready. I slapped slap number nine and shoved two fingers into Ashley saying, "Cum!" She flooded my hand and shuddered hard on my lap. Sandy caught most of her flow.

I looked up and Laura and Beth were both sitting on wet towels. I said, "Sandy, help Ashley into the shower. Bring back dry towels." They went into the bathroom. I asked, "Do either of you have something to confess?" 

They both said, "Yes, Master. I came too."

"Who came first?"

"We both did. When you put your fingers in Sandy we both came." Beth said.

"Then both of you lean over the end of the bed side by side." They did and I slapped them both. They were both wet and the slaps were loud. The counted together and at eight I asked if they had enough. Laura answered, "We need five more Master. Five more and we will remember."

They got five more and When I shoved two fingers into Laura I said, "Both of you cum!" They did and I pulled my fingers out of Laura and shoved into Beth saying, "Cum again!" They twitched, shuddered and groaned. Ashley and Sandy stood nearby watching. 

I said, "Help them into the shower and when they are safe please come back and help get me cleaned up for bed." Ashley took Beth and Sandy took Laura. I sat with my legs soaked for a couple of minutes before Sandy came back for me. We used bathroom number two. She thanked me and said we had made a mess of most of the towels in the other bathroom. I got clean and dried and in the bedroom I called the front desk and said, "We had an incident here in our room. We have six large towels that are soaked and need to go to the laundry. Could you have someone make the exchange, please?"

They promised they would send someone in ten minutes. We collected all the wet towels and I smiled at Sandy when I said, "When they come for the towels you can open the door for them."

She smiled and said, "As you wish, Master." The rest of us got into bed. When we heard someone knock on the door we all jumped. Sandy walked to the door and opened it. A young man stood there holding a stack of towels, his eyes wide at the sight of Sandy nude before him. He said, "You asked for towels?"

Sandy smiled and said, "Yes. Just put them on either bed and take these wet ones with you. Thank you." As he came into the room I said, "Bare to the waist." The sheets were dropped and he saw three sets of breasts in the two beds. It took him a while to accomplish his task and pick up the wet towels. Sandy asked, "Should we give you a tip?"

He said, "You did! Thank you." And he was gone. We laughed and Sandy got into bed. After everyone settled down, snuggled in and was about asleep she whispered, "Thank you Nick. I feel so loved, cared for and safe." I kissed her and we slept.

Sunday morning the ringing phone woke us. I noticed the room still smelled like sex then I realized we closed the room up to hold the noise down and forgot to reopen it. The smell of the ocean came in when the doors and windows were opened.

We went to the waterfront and took a one-hour boat tour of San Diego Harbor. We saw lots of U.S. Navy ships, commercial ships and pleasure boats. At one point I went to the other side of the boat from where the ladies were standing at the railing and when I turned to go back Beth leaned over the rail a little. Her puss was visible. I went to each of them and whispered the message: "When you lean over the railing you show all of San Diego your puss."

A few minutes later three guys in their twenties came up the ladder to the upper deck and I knew the ladies heard them. I said, "Sandy, look at this." Pointing to something that required her to go up on her tip-toes and lean over to see. She blushed and didn't hesitate she did it. When I stood back up, so did she. I waited a few seconds for the boys to recover their senses and move away then I kissed her and thanked her for the gift she gave me.




BBW Seeks Dom - 50 Ch. 02



A few minutes later she said, "That was so exciting! Did they really see my puss?"

"And your beautiful ass too!" I said as I patted it.

"Nick, I need to go to the ladies room and clean up." Sandy said.

"Take all your sisters, they're dripping too." They all went. I laughed to myself. Traveling with them was both an adventure and sexy as anything.

From the boat tour we went for a stroll around a tourist shopping area and had lunch. After lunch we drove up to Point Loma where you can see all of the huge harbor and the military cemetery. From there we went to Balboa Park. They we amazed at the gardens and the various displays. I noticed quite a few single men and small groups of men who eyed us as if to say, "Hey, how come he's got four and we have none?"

It might have been my imagination, but I noticed it more when any of my ladies were physically affectionate. In front of the science museum is a large fountain. We were watching some children play in the fountain when Ashley asked, "Interested in a snack?"

"Always." I answered. Two wet fingers went into my mouth. Ashley's fingers. 

"Thank you. Were you seen?"

"I don't think so, but maybe."

A little while later Beth asked, "Snack, Honey?" I nodded. Two wet fingers came to my mouth. When we got back to the van two hours later I had had a snack twice from each woman. I asked, "What's that all about?"

Sandy said, "Remember what you said on the way to San Diego? You said, "the number one reason is so you can give me a gift easily. I love you and part of loving you is loving having the taste of you in my mouth."

"Yes, I said that."

"We are gifts. Beth said that gifts get given and we can give you what you already told us you want. So, we did!"

"I love it! I love that you got the message and used it to become even more of a gift than you already were. Thank you."

I headed for Old Town again and said, "I'm really craving Mexican food. We'll go to a different restaurant in Old Town tonight." The energy reaction I got was pleasant.

Our dinners were excellent and Sandy said, "I'd like to take a class in Mexican cooking."

"You already make wonderful Mexican food." I said.

"I want to be able to make more kinds for you. You had chili rellenos our first night here. I don't know how to make them. I ad a tostada salad and I believe with a class I can make them that will really be good for all of us and taste great too."

I pulled out my cell phone and called home. I left a message reminding us to find cooking classes for whoever was interested. When I hung up Sandy asked, "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes. Why do you want to?"

"In my past there were men who lived in idle communication. I could have said just what I said to you and they would have done nothing. You immediately call yourself and leave a message so the communication is not idle, it became an action item. I am listened to like what I say matters." She got out of her chair and joined me in mine, then kissed me.

When we got back to the hotel I noticed the staff looked at us a bit strangely and some whispered as we passed. When we opened the room I knew the story about the towels had made it to the level of legend. Stacked at the foot of each bed were six towels. We laughed and Laura checked the bathrooms. There were extra towels there as well. 



BBW Seeks Dom - 50 Ch. 03



 [If you haven't read the first two chapters, please do. There are sex scenes in this chapter. This is a D/s story so there are events that are painful, events that are meant to be enjoyable sexually and events that are levers. If anal anything upsets you then this is not the story for you. As always your votes and comments are welcomed, especially if your comments are intended to assist me in becoming a better author.]



"Oh God!" Laura said. She bent her head down and tasted Beth's gash. Ashley got up on her knees and watched as I slid into Laura. I pulled back a little too far and my cock came out of Laura. Ashley's hand grabbed my cock and instead of putting me right back into Laura she aimed me at Laura's other opening. She spread Laura's natural lube all around her pucker and then helped me push inside her.

Laura didn't protest. She took a deep breath and held still. Ashley leaned over her daughter and I watched as saliva dripped from Ashley onto the spot where my cock touched Laura's pucker. Ashley said, "Take a deep breath and will yourself to relax."

Laura did as she was told. Ashley's left hand went under Laura and pressed up against her belly. Her right hand went on my ass and pushed. She was guiding me into Laura! Ashley added more saliva as I slipped inside. When I was completely inside Laura Ashley said, "I can't believe I did that." She whispered.

I slowly pulled back a couple of inches and then pushed back deep inside Laura. I stroked in and out of Laura and Ashley fingered her clit and vagina. I felt her fingers touching my cock through the thin tissues inside Laura's pussy. Laura was moaning often, grunting almost as often and then she arched her back. I said, "Cum for me Laura. Cum with me in your ass!"

Ashley sped up her touches on Laura's clit and I slammed into her ass hard. She came, screaming and squirting, collapsing onto the bed and thrashing as though she was having a seizure. Ashley watched and then looked into my face. I could see the lust and the satisfaction there.

Ashley had just told me she loved being taken in the ass and she told me much more. Ashley shook herself once and jumped into action. She ran to the bathroom and came back with two wet, soapy washcloths and two towels. She dropped one wet cloth on Laura's butt and used the other one to scrub my cock and surrounding area. She dried my clean genitals and then cleaned Laura. All the time she was doing us she kept glancing up at me, seeing if I knew what she wanted.

I didn't say anything. When we were both clean Laura rolled over and faced me.

She said, "I love you. I loved giving you my ass. I can still feel you inside me. Thank you."

We kissed and we went to shower. When we came back it was obvious Ashley had been crying. I looked at Sandy and she shrugged. She didn't know what the tears were about. Ashley was sitting on the floor with her back against the side of the bed. She was sitting on a small towel. I grabbed a towel and sat next to her. Laura sat on her other side.

I asked, "Do you know about the rule we have about secrets?"

She looked at me and shook her head, "No."

"Sandy, what is our rule about secrets?" Sandy was on the bed, holding Beth and they had been kissing. She answered, "You can have any secret that doesn't affect Nick or your sisters." She and I knew she just made that rule up. I thought she did quite well.

"Ashley, you're sitting here in the midst of a family orgy, crying. Have you shared with anyone the secret of why you're crying?"

"No. I can't explain it!" More tears flowed down her cheeks.

"You better attempt to explain it or I will be forced to use a lever to convince you not to break that rule."

"A consequence I won't like?"

"Yes! I guarantee you won't like it. So, tell us why you're crying."

"I wanted you to take me in the ass! I've wanted it since I saw you spank Sandy's bare ass the first time. I couldn't ask for what I wanted..."

"So you aimed my cock into Laura's ass. She got what you wanted because you couldn't ask for it." I said.

Ashley nodded. Laura said, "It's Ok. Momma..." I raised my hand and Laura stopped.

"It's not Ok, Momma." I said. "It's not Ok because you weren't in charge of Laura having her ass taken and because you are not the Master of Laura's or my sexuality. Weren't you told that I am in charge of all the sex in this family? You need to be told by me before you masturbate, before you lick Sandy's pussy, before you hold Beth's tits or help my cock into anyone's ass! But, you didn't! You took charge! You took charge of my cock and where it went. You acted like a Dominant!"

"I'm sorry!"

"There must be a consequence for what you did. Do you love Sandy?"

"Yes!"

"Beth and Laura?"

"Yes!"

"Do you see that something must be done to discourage you from imposing what you want onto others? To discourage you from breaking rules?"

"Yes, Nick. Will you beat me?"

"Not unless and until you ask me to. Beating you is not a good lever to help you learn." I turned and looked at Sandy. I said, "In the gray cabinet in the playroom there is a belt, a red belt. Do you know the one I mean?"

"Yes." She said. Her eyes were wide. She had seen the belt but had never seen it outside the drawer it was kept in. From the day I bought it I hoped it would never be used as anything but a powerful threat. Knowing it existed was a powerful lever in Sandy's life.

"Get it for me, along with the four padlocks and keys, please." She quickly untangled herself from Beth and left the room. I looked at Ashley again and said, "Use the bathroom. Squeeze everything out that you can." I hesitated. "Have you ever given yourself an enema?"

"Yes."

"Look under the sink. You'll find the supplies for an enema. Give yourself two. I want you well cleaned out. Do not hurry. Use the bathroom by the guest bedroom. When you are cleaned out and empty of pee as well, come back here."

Ashley got up and followed my instructions. Beth and Laura wanted to ask questions, but didn't. Their body language spoke nearly as loud as if they used words. Sandy came back with the belt and locks, wrapped in a towel. I unfolded the towel and said, "Look it over. It's a chastity belt. Not so long ago men used them to try and guarantee that their wives didn't have sex with anyone but them."

They looked. They didn't touch. I waited a few minutes and said, "Laura, see if you can get it on."

It was obvious she was terrified of the belt. Putting it on she became intimately aware that with it on she could not touch her pussy or her asshole. There was a metal-rimmed opening to allow pee to exit, but no such opening at the back. When she got the belt on I tightened the belts to make the thing fit very snugly. I showed Sandy, Beth and Laura where the padlocks would assure no one could remove the belt. The belt was constructed of a plastic coated chain-mail material. Quite sturdy and once locked in place it could only be removed with a great deal of effort destroying the device in the process or by someone with the keys.

I had Laura walk over to the big, mirrored doors of the closet and look at herself. She was crying.

"Come back here and let's take it off." I said. Sandy and Beth helped. When she was free I said, "Beth, put it on, please." She did. I motioned to Laura and Sandy and they helped. When it was on I said, "Please go get me a diet Coke, Beth." She went.

When she came back with my diet Coke she said, "There are mirrors in the hallway."

I thanked her for the beverage and had her stand in front of the mirror for a minute. Then I had Sandy wear it. As she put it on we heard the toilet down the hall flush. I had Sandy remove the belt and I asked, "Sandy have you ever had to wear the belt?"

"No, Nick. Never."

"There are levers I hope to never use, and some that are very appropriate. I'm going out on the deck. Please, come get me when Ashley returns."

I left them sitting on the floor within touching distance of the belt.

Fifteen minutes later Sandy came to the sliding door and said, "She's back, Master." Her use of the term Master did not go unnoticed. I got up and wrapped my arms around her. I whispered, "I love all of you. I do not believe I will ever need to use the belt again. If I do, I think I would rather release someone. I am hurting inside to need such a lever."

Sandy asked, "Can I ask?"

"Anything."

"When Ashley aimed you into Laura's butt, why did you go?"

"How strong would the lesson have been for all of you if I just stopped and said no?"

She kissed me and said, "Even when we're playing you're always thinking of us and how to make life better for us. We're so lucky."

We went into the bedroom and Ashley was on her knees near the belt. She was crying.

"Do you know what that is?" I asked.

"Yes. A chastity belt." She whispered.

"Your co-wives will help you put it on if you ask them please." I sat on the side of the bed. Ashley asked, "Would you please help me put on the chastity belt?"

All three said, "Yes, of course." And, they put it on her. They snugged the straps down snug, but not tight. I picked up a lock and handed it to Ashley. "Use this lock to lock the leg strap so it will not come off, please." She did and I saw Sandy, Laura and Beth jump when the lock snapped shut.

I gave her the second lock and the same instruction. She snapped it into place and they jumped again. The third lock fastened the front of the waist together. I snapped the forth lock in place at the back of the waist. She was securely locked into the belt and when she moved the locks made a small noise, reminding her she was locked in. I handed Ashley the empty diet Coke can and said, "Please take this into the kitchen and put it in the recycling, then come back to me."

As she went we heard her sobbing. I knew she was seeing herself in the mirrors. When she returned I said, "As you know you will not be having sex until the belt comes off. However, Sandy, Laura and Beth will be having sex. You will be giving them orgasms between now and Sunday night at ten. You will use your mouth, your hands, toes, tits, nose or whatever you can to get them to orgasm. One of the three must have an orgasm every four hours. You will tell them you love them, often. Do a good job and you will not wear the belt home."

I got up and left the bedroom and went to my office.

Less than an hour later I heard a knock on my door. It was Laura. "She gave me an orgasm and told me she loves me."

"Go get her and both of you come back to me, please."

When they were back I said, "Did you put anything in Laura's ass?"

She shook her head and said, "No, Nick."

"Whoever you do next you will penetrate their ass. You will ask them for permission for whatever you do to them. If they say no, you must go ask someone else or change your request. Why?"

"Because what I wanted was you to take my ass."

"Because you imposed anal sex on someone you love. You couldn't give me your ass, but you could force a submissive sister to accept anal sex. I think it would be wise for you to carry a tube of lube with you at all times and after you give someone an orgasm you should clean them up."

"Yes, Nick. Thank you. I'm sure this lever will work."

I dismissed them, telling them to get ready for bed. Ashley slept alone with an alarm set reminding her to come wake one of us, give us an orgasm and tell us she loves us. She woke Sandy. They went back to the bedroom Ashley had been in and when Sandy came back to bed she whispered to me that she had been given an orgasm and that Ashley had fingered her ass.

Almost four hours later Ashley was back and woke Beth. Beth came back and reported her orgasm and that Ashley had used three fingers in her ass.

At breakfast Ashley was quizzed and reported that she felt very bad about letting her self-control go and imposing her wants and desires on Laura and on me. I asked how she liked the feel of the belt.

"I hate it! But, I know I need to wear it. I see it in the mirrors and I feel it binding me and I cry."

I gave her a big glass of water. She started to say something and realized I wanted her to drink it. She realized I wanted her to pee. She drank three glasses full. When breakfast was cleaned up I went to the playroom and got a dildo and harness. We got the strap-on on Ashley over the red belt. I said, "Next time you give someone an orgasm you can fuck their ass, if they'll let you. Either way, you can wear the strap-on."

Each woman had things she needed to be doing and I let them. I spent time in my office. An hour after we finished breakfast I used the intercom and said, "Ashley, please drink two glasses of water, now."

It wasn't long before Ashley was at my office door looking uncomfortable. I looked up at her and she said, "Nick, I need to pee."

I led her to the deck and had the rest of the family go with us. I said, "It would be embarrassing to need to pee so badly that you had to wet yourself. It would be even worse if people watched and then watched you clean up the mess you made." I gave her the end of the hose we used to rinse down the deck. Sandy turned on the water so a slow trickle of water came out.

"Ashley, take a nice long drink. Do not pee."

She put the hose to her mouth and drank. Some spilled out of her mouth and down her chest and legs. After a few seconds she removed the hose from her mouth. I said, "Drink! Keep drinking!" She sucked on the hose and when I was sure she had enough and felt like she was about to burst I signaled Sandy and she shut off the water.

"Do you need to pee or do you just want to pee?"

"I... I want to pee."

"Very good. Ladies, sit on the deck facing Ashley. Ashley, squat with your legs spread wide apart. Show us your legs, wide open." She got down in what the G.I.'s in Asia called the binjo squat. After a minute I saw a few drops trickle out of Ashley.

"Ashley, you let some pee out. Please, don't do that. Hold it in." It was obvious that holding it in was a major effort. Ashley closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes Ashley. Is the world yellow yet? Is the pee filling you up so much you're looking through pee to see us?"

"Not yet, Nick."

Beth asked, "Nick, may I go inside for a minute?"

"So you can pee?" I asked.

"Yes, Nick."

"Come stand here in front of Ashley. When you're ready to go, go. Ashley will let you pee on her. Ask her."

Beth stood inches away from her mom and asked, "Momma, may I pee on you?"

Ashley said, "Pee on me. I deserve to be humiliated, so I learn to be a good sub and not to try to be a Dom."

I said, "Let's all pee on Ashley. Stand close and let your stream go." We stood around her and I let go first. My stream hit her between her shoulder blades and as soon as it did I saw Beth's stream release and hit her mother on her tits. Sandy used her fingers to hold her lips apart and peed a stream onto Ashley's left shoulder and arm. Laura's stream barely touched her mother. Most of her stream ran down her legs and puddled on the deck at her feet.

Ashley couldn't hold her stream. When it started she said, "I'm sorry, Nick. I can't hold it any more."

I moved around and knelt so I could watch her pee on the deck. When she stopped peeing I said, "Sandy, please turn on the hose. I grabbed the end and as soon as water came out I directed the flow at her pussy opening. She said, "Oh! That's cold!" But she didn't pull away. I handed her the hose and said, "A quick rinse for now, please. Then take us into the shower and get us all clean. Perhaps you would suck me almost to completion, then aim my cum into Laura's mouth?"

She showered each of us and cleaned each of us thoroughly. After we were clean she sucked me and when I was close Ashley gave my seed to Laura. Laura shared with Beth and Sandy. Sandy got a bucket, a scrub brush and soap. Ashley got on her knees and scrubbed the entire deck.

Sandy and Ashley made lunch for all of us. As they worked in the kitchen together I listened by way of the intercom.

Sandy said, "There will only be one Dom in our family."

"That's for sure. I didn't mean to be Dom! I just wanted him to fuck my ass, to take me..."

"No. I don't think so. You wanted to make him want you. You wanted what you wanted. Nick is about what's best for each of us. If he believes fucking your ass is good for you you'll know because his cock will be in your ass!"

"Oh, my God! You're right! I was being a Dom and a bad one! I was only thinking about me and what I wanted."

"From what I heard him say, he is so upset about needing to use the red belt that if it happens again he will send someone home, forever." Sandy said. Until lunch was ready neither of them said anything more.

Sandy came to the doorway and said, "Nick, lunch is ready. Where would you like it?"

"In the dining room, please." We went to the kitchen and I helped get lunch on the table. Ashley wasn't in the kitchen. When we had the table loaded I sat down. I said, "Find the others and tell them we are beginning without them, in one minute." Sandy disappeared and was back in less than the minute. Ashley and Laura hurried in and sat down, three minutes late.

"I know why you are late. You suddenly realized that when we ate lunch you would miss giving an orgasm to someone. You ran and convinced Laura to let you do her. Am I correct?"

They both nodded. I said, "Laura, did you think about being punished for being late?"

"Yes, Nick. But, she's my momma and I already feel so badly for her."

"At the end of lunch you will be punished. Ashley is no longer your momma. What name did your momma call you?"

"Marie."

"Are you Marie?"

"No. I am Laura."

"And she is?"

"Ashley."

"Did you ask Beth too?" I asked Ashley.

"Yes, Nick."

"What did she say?"

"I don't want to make Nick angry."

"Good!"

We ate the salad and when the meal was done and cleaned up I sent Sandy to the playroom. She came back with a small towel folded like a package. I called Ashley to my side and opened the towel. Her eyes got wide.

"These are nipple clamps. We all know that Laura has very sensitive nipples. You will watch how I put a clamp on her nipple, and then you will put clamps on her and yourself. My intention is that they hurt. Understand?"

"They are a lever. The pain will teach us to think about what you want, not what we want." She hesitated and said, "And to remind Laura that I am not her momma."

I took a clamp in one hand and Laura's nipple in the other. I pulled on her nipple and then attached the clamp to her areola, just behind her nipple. The clamps that Sandy brought to me were the type with three plastic covered metal bars with a screw adjustment that reduced the space between the bars, clamping whatever was between them. 

I turned the screw until Laura winced. The end of the screw had a small hole in it so that weights could be attached. When I put the clamp on I had the screw facing up. If I put a weight on it, the weight would bend her nipple, increasing the discomfort.

"Do you see how I want the clamps, Ashley?"

"Yes, Nick. Thank you for showing me."

I removed the clamp by unscrewing it. I handed the four clamps to Ashley and said, "One on you, then one on Laura until all four are on and tight enough to hurt."

All of us watched as Ashley did exactly as I had shown her. When she released the clamp and reached for the clamp for Laura I said, "Does that clamp hurt, Ashley?"

"Yes Nick."

I put a finger on the clamp and hooked against it, pulling it. It came off easily. I caught it and handed it back to Ashley. I showed her the small hole in the end of the screw. "If I hang a one pound weight in that hole, the clamp better stay on your breast."

She put the clamp back on and tightened it until she and the rest of us were sure it hurt. By the time she secured the fourth clamp both she and Laura were crying. They stood very still. I noticed Sandy's nipples were swollen and erect.




BBW Seeks Dom - 50 Ch. 03



I asked, "Sandy, who is the Dom in our family?"

"You are, Nick."

"Beth, who is the Dom in our family?"

"You are, Nick."

"Laura, is your Momma your Dom?"

"No, Nick! Only you."

"Ashley, Are you a Dom?"

"No, Nick. Only you are a Dom!"

"Are you someone's Momma, Ashley?"

"No, Nick."

"Who is Laura to you?"

"My sister and co-wife."

"Be warned. Anyone who calls Ashley Momma will have the clamps applied for long enough you will feel the pain for many hours. You do not break rules for anyone except me. Anyone who breaks a rule will wear the clamps."

When the clamps had been on for about ten minutes, I loosened the ones on Laura and removed them. I looked at Sandy and said, "Gently suck her and love her, back to full circulation." 

She said, "Thank you for letting me love her. Thank you." Her hands gently held Laura's breasts and she attached her mouth, first to one and then the other. She alternated her care and attention.

I loosened the clamps on Ashley and removed them. I looked at Beth and said, "Gently suck her and love her, back to full circulation." At her first touch Ashley moaned. I said, "Gently."

Sandy had been giving attention to Laura's breasts for about two minutes when I reached in and felt inside Laura's slit. She was very wet and at my touch she moaned softly. I whispered, "Will you let Sandy make you cum, for me?"

"Yes, Nick, Anything for you."

"After you cum from having Sandy suck your nipples will you give Sandy a gift from me?"

"Whatever pleases you."

"Sandy, keep sucking her tits and finger her until she cums. Then ask her to suck your nipples, long and hard until you cum."

"Thank you, Nick. I'm already close."

I turned to Beth and said, "Enough." I fingered her slit and she too was very wet. I asked, "Beth, you're very wet. You're turned on. If I asked you to ask Ashley to eat your pussy, would you ask her?"

"I would, Nick."

"Ask her to lie on the deck and eat you to orgasm. Once she's on her back squat over her face and tell her to drink in all your nectar as she eats you."

Beth said, "Ashley, I'm asking you to lie on the deck and drink all my nectar as you eat me to an orgasm." Ashley quickly got down on the deck. Beth slowly lowered her pussy to Ashley's face. Ashley held Beth's hips steady and ate her with enthusiasm.

I watched. Earlier I had some worries about one man being able to please four women. My concerns were about a paradigm we didn't have. One man pleasing four women. There were five sexual adults in this family. Each one could please the other four. My job, my very pleasant job, was to manage all of us so we were all taken care of and all got to take care of... each other. My challenge was to handle the communication problems of four people who have internal conflicts about asking for what they want and need. 

When Beth came Ashley sputtered and started to choke from so much juice. I helped Beth stand and drip somewhere else. Ashley stopped sputtering and thanked Beth for all her juice and thanked me for having her take care of Beth. Laura provoked Sandy to hold her head and scream as her breasts were sucked, squeezed and pulled. Laura had already been sucked and fingered to a wet orgasm. They thanked each other and me. 

I said, "I think the deck needs another clean-up job." Then I walked inside. In my office I watched as all four scrubbed the deck. Laura asked, "Did Nick cum?"

Sandy said, "No. I think he gave those orgasms to us and held one back from Ashley to further strengthen his lesson to us."

Beth added, "He said the lessons go on forever. He said that the day we met him. He also said there would be levers we wouldn't like."

Ashley was scrubbing away and said, "I can't believe how badly I want an orgasm!" 

Sandy said, "Ashley, I'm mad at you! It's all about you, isn't it! I've had more than one orgasm today. Beth has had at least one and Laura has had at least one. Why haven't you?"

"Because Nick.." Sandy stopped her. "No! You haven't had one because you forgot you are a sub! Subs don't believe life is about them! Our life is about having Nick's life be great. If he wants tacos for dinner, I love tacos. If he wants to live in the mountains I trust it will improve my life, make my life better and I willingly move to the mountains. He focuses on making my life great! For all the years I've known him it hasn't really been about him using me to make life easier for him. His focus is on me, my life, on you and your life."

Beth added, "Ashley, I've gone years without a man loving me. Years without being fucked and I was Ok. I wanted to be loved and I looked for it, unsuccessfully. You're on your knees cleaning up from an orgy. An orgy started to help you learn something so powerful it brings me to tears. That man, our husband, loves you enough to not let you get away with acting like a Dom." She paused and then said, "I think Nick wants to give you so many orgasms you pass out from pleasure, but he can't because you think you know best. I hate to admit it, Ashley, but sometimes you're as dumb as my mother!"

She left the deck. I heard the sliding door open and then close. I shut off the intercom. Less than a minute later Beth knocked on my office door.

"Come here Sweetheart." She came to me and I made room for her in my lap. I dried her tears with a tissue and said, "This has been a tough day. Some lessons are harder than others. I regret I needed to involve all of you in this lesson. I regret the lesson needed to hurt. I hope it penetrated deep inside Ashley and all of you."

"I'm sorry." Beth said.

"For?"

"For needing to be taught to appreciate what you do for each of us. For needing the reminder that we can depend on you to get our needs met... and to know better than I know the difference between a want and a need."

"Then you don't need to apologize again for those things... until you forget them. You are human and you will forget. Ashley, Laura and Sandy are human too, and they'll forget too. When someone forgets something we'll teach lessons again. Sometimes harshly and sometimes with little reminders." I wanted to add that I was human too and would make mistakes, but saying it would not strengthen the relationship between us, so I stayed quiet.

I held her curled up in my lap for a long time. Sandy came to the door and saw Beth curled up. She smiled and quietly went away. As it started to get dark outside I asked Beth if she knew what was for dinner. She asked if I wanted her to go find out. When I said, "Yes" she started to get off my lap. I stopped her.

"Sweetheart, why did you volunteer to go find out?"

"It serves you."

"Thank you. I love you and I accept your gift to me." She scampered out of my office and came back in less than a minute. "Ashley's making meatloaf, baked potatoes and broccoli."

"Sounds good." I opened my arms and she climbed back onto my lap and snuggled in after three kisses.

"Are you going home tonight or in the morning?" I asked.

"It depends. If Ashley gets the belt off tonight I'll drive us home tonight. If she might get it off in the morning, we'll stay. If she needs to wear it longer then I guess we'll go home tonight, unless you have other plans."

"Which going home time works best for your needs, Beth?"

"You mean if I didn't need to worry about Ashley? Going home tonight."

"Let me worry about Ashley getting home. You take care of you."

"Yes, Nick. Thank you." She left my office to get ready.

My eyes were closed, but I was not asleep when I heard a knock. I looked and saw Sandy in the doorway. "What do you need, Honey?" I asked.

"Dinner is almost ready. Would you like it served in the dining room?"

I nodded and said, "Yes. Fifteen minutes?"

"That will be perfect." In a blink she was gone. I said, "Let's go wash up" to her already gone figure. I followed her to the kitchen and then helped get the food on the table.

As we ate, I asked Ashley if she had learned anything during the weekend. She answered, telling me about learning that she started the weekend believing that life was all about her. She learned that being a sub is about choosing to put someone else first.

When dinner was over and cleaned-up I said, "Ladies, we are going to put the red belt back in the drawer. Ashley will clean it and wrap it in a clean towel before it goes in the drawer." I held out the key for the locks. Sandy took it and released Ashley. Ashley took the belt into the kitchen and scrubbed it in the sink. While they did that I went to the playroom and came back with a medium sized butt plug.

"Ashley, do you still have the tube of K-Y?"

"I have it and it's almost empty."

"Get a new tube. Give me the old one." She went to the cabinet and got a new tube. She handed me the almost empty one. I loaded the end of the butt plug and showed all of them how large it was. The part designed to stay outside her ass was a semi-flattened knob with a hole through it. I asked Ashley to bend forward and grab her ankles. Sandy used her hands and spread Ashley's cheeks. I touched the butt plug to her anus and worked it inside. I had picked the right size. When it seated it was not so large it hurt, but plenty large enough that it would not be ignored.

"Stand tall, Ashley." I said. She stood at attention.

"Ashley, when you get home tonight take the plug out and clean it. In the morning as you get ready for work put it back in and it stays in until you get home. At home you take it out and clean it. Before you put it back inside attach this." I handed her an eight-inch-long chain with a ball at the end. I knew the ball weighed eight ounces. "You will wear the ball attached to your butt plug until bed time. At bed time, clean all of it and get it ready for the next day where you will wear it again, without the ball."

"Yes, Nick."

"On Wednesday, during the day, call me and tell me when you can come to the house. You need to be able to spend the night."

"Yes, Nick."

I turned to Beth. "Honey, I want you to find a day when you can come here and spend 24 hours with me. You will come here and we will not stay here. For twenty-four hours you will get my full attention. Call me sometime Monday and tell me two possible days when we can get away." I kissed her and sent her to get dressed. I repeated more or less the same instruction to Sandy and Laura.

We embraced Beth and Ashley just before they left. Ashley had tears in her eyes. I kissed her tears and said, "I love you. This is a learning process for all of us. You don't need to worry, you are safe, protected, cared for and loved. Take a big purse with you to work tomorrow and inside it take a quart sized sealable bag. On your first break, call me."

Sandy, Laura and I went back inside. Laura asked, "I don't know how to stop seeing her as my Mom."

"I don't know how either. I do know that unless you do neither of you will ever be able to be equals. Can Sandy be your sister?"

"Sandy is my sister."

"How can that be? You didn't grow up where Sandy did, ride the pony when Sandy rode the pony, go fishing when Sandy went fishing, did you?"

"No, but you taught me I can choose to love her. Choose to treat her like a sister and hold her in my heart as a sister."

"Can you have lots of history with Ashley and memories of Deborah Clarke as your mother and hold them separately? I honestly don't know. I know that thinking of her as Momma is going to be a problem."

"Not ever saying Momma will help. I think."

Sandy said, "Laura, may I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Where do your parents live?"

Laura's face shifted and we could almost hear the gears grinding. She knew Sandy knew where her parents were. The lights came on and she answered, "My father died a few years ago and my mom is gone, too." Laura smiled and said, "Knowing the answer makes it easier. Thanks, Sis."

Sandy smiled and said, "That's the first time you've called me Sis! I like it!"

They hugged. When the hug ended I said, "I am not your brother."

"I'm glad! I might have trouble having sex with my brother." Laura said.

"Really?" I asked. "You have three sisters and you have no trouble having sex with them or any of them having sex with you."

"Oh! You're right."

"I'm still not your brother." 

"I prefer you as husband, Master, Nick." Laura said.

I offered, "When you answered Sandy's question you said, "My father died a few years ago and my mom is gone, too." Would it be just as honest to say, "They both live in my memories"?"

Laura smiled and said, "Yes! They both do live there. And, Ashley lives here in the present as an older sister and co-wife."

"You might want to share your thinking with Ashley. It may help her transition out of thinking of you and Beth as daughters. She will, I think, need to decide that the relationship she has with Beth and Laura is better for all of you than what Jennifer, Marie and Deborah had. She has to wrestle with letting her daughters go to live only in memory and see both of you now as sisters, co-wives, lovers."

Sandy smiled and said, "A few years ago there was a character on Saturday Night Live who would say, "It's always something..." She was right. I've been in relationship with Nick for years and it keeps changing, growing, deepening. I was scared when I came home one day and you were cooking dinner for us. It had been Nick and me for a long time. Then about the time I was getting comfortable with you Beth and Ashley came and everything changed again. It's always something..."

Laura said, "Nick told me that the day we met. The lessons never stop. I thought things would get there and then everything would stay great. There is no There. There is here and here keeps moving."

I asked, "Laura, how do you feel, right this second?"

"Really good!"

"Good, because for the rest of your life you're stuck with the feeling you have right now. No worse, ever..."

Sandy added, "And no better. No feeling of me sucking on your clit or Nick deep inside you..."

"No taste of grilled Halibut or chocolate frosting..."

"Just the really good of right now." I said.

"Eww. I hadn't thought like that." Laura said.

"Gilda Radner was right. It's always something. I love that I have the four of you to keep things coming to us to help us grow. When I lived alone things came at me, but slower. When it was Sandy and I they came faster but with a little less intensity... now life is intense every moment! Thank you both."

We did our nightly walk through and closed up the house. Doors were locked, windows closed and locked, security system turned on, and the three of us went to bed together. As we snuggled Laura said, "It's quieter when it's just the three of us. Quieter, but..."

"But, I like having it be the five of us. I loved when we were in San Diego walking around as a family. It felt right." Sandy added.

"I love our family... and I really look forward to twenty-four hours when it's just the two of us!" Laura said. Sandy nodded her agreement. Then Sandy said, "It was just the two of us for years. I didn't treasure it, as I should have. I took it for granted. Then one day I came home and another woman was standing in the kitchen cooking for my man."

I stayed quiet. I believed they were processing something important for them.

Laura said, "When you came home that day I was so aware that I was in your kitchen, cooking dinner for your man! It felt so wrong!"

"I got it before the food got to the table. It wasn't MY kitchen. Nick isn't MY man. Everything in my life belongs to Nick. It's his everything and we get to share. I wouldn't have learned that if you hadn't cooked dinner for us that night and become my sister."

"Smart man." Laura whispered. I had my eyes closed and I was on my back with Sandy snuggled close on my right and Laura on my left. They leaned the few inches across my chest and kissed each other Goodnight. I knew I had just learned a valuable lesson. Sandy and Laura were teaching me more about being their Dom and more about being a better man.

"It's always something..."