5 comments/ 47077 views/ 7 favorites Falling into a New World By: Scorpio44 [This is fiction. In this story are scenes of oral sex, punishment, pain, anal play and penetration, coitus, threesome sex and the discovery by two characters of a whole new world. No one was actually harmed in the writing of this story. Your comments and votes are welcomed. If any of the listed activities offend you, please don't bother reading the story. I have no desire to offend anyone.] .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,..,.,.,.,., "Marsha, stay with Mr. Peterson. Answer any of his questions and do whatever he asks you to do. You are his guide." "Yes, Master." She bowed her head less than an inch, but it was a bow. A signal of her submission to him. He was a colleague of mine. Adam Pelphery, professor at the same university where I teach. We got to know each other over the last eight years of sharing an office and occasionally working with the same gifted students. Here I was, at a party hosted in a warehouse on a Friday night, at Adam's invitation. I had asked more about his away-from-campus life and his answer was to ask if he could trust me. That answered, he invited me to come to the party to see what his life was like, away-from-campus. There were about forty or fifty people at the party. Well dressed men and women with some dressed in ways I had never seen in public. Marsha, my guide or escort was one of those. She was a tall, red haired woman, with a very nice body. She wore a long dress that came within an inch of touching the floor. The dress was emerald green, belted at her waist and tight above the waist fitting her form nicely to the bottom of her breasts. Above the bottom of her breasts she only wore a collar. Her chest and upper back were bare. In her left hand she held the end of a chain that attached to her collar. In each of her areola, a barbell of gold, with the ball at each end being almost half the size of her nipple. The skirt portion of her dress was slit to her waist in four places, up each thigh and up the middle of the front and back of the dress. When I first met her I didn't notice the slits. When she stood still they touched and hid their presence. As soon as she walked her legs parted the slits and showed themselves. She wore four inch heels and thigh high hose. Adam said that he needed to mingle for a short while and while he did Marsha would take good care of me. He took the leash from her hand and handed it to me. He smiled and walked away into the crowd. "Marsha, please tell me about this group." "Yes, Mr. Peterson. This is the Society for Southern California meeting for April. Any and all Dom's from the membership can attend and bring any or all of their subs to the meeting. The purpose of the meeting is for the Doms to show off, to publicly punish a sub who has been disobedient or otherwise offended her Dom or to sell or buy a sub. If I heard correctly, there may be a sale tonight and three punishments." I held the leash lightly in my hand. She looked at it and said, "Please hold the leash firmly. Holding it lightly is a signal that you may be displeased with me. Holding it firmly shows that I am yours and that you are proud to have me." I held the leash tighter. "Over against the wall to your left are three couches. On the black couch are Mr. Walters and his two newest subs. He is here to show them off. They have been his less than three months and are, he says, very well trained." "Doms? Subs? I don't understand." "Dom is short speak for Dominant. A person who Dominates others. A sub is short speak for a submissive. In this room there are many subs. Each of us finds that being submissive is how we love living our lives. My life belongs to Mr. Pelphrey. I gave myself to him." "So, he told you to dress like this?" "He bought the dress and he asked me to wear it tonight. If I am able to comply with a desire he has I will." "Do you like having all these people see your breasts?" "It pleases Mr. Pelphrey to have people see my breasts. If it pleases him I am pleased." A glass bell rang twice. Marsha turned and faced me. "It is time for the punishments. I recommend that we sit over here." She pointed to some chairs. "That way I can be free to tell you what is going on and help you understand." We sat in the chairs she had pointed to. I felt like I was in some other world and felt blessed to at least have a guide. As we sat I noticed others sitting near us. Each of them held the leash to another person, a sub. Each of the subs was dressed to show their bodies. A large man walked into the room with a woman behind him, being led into the room not by a collar but by a choker chain. She was blindfolded by means of a black leather helmet covering her entire head except for a hole where her mouth was. There were no openings for her eyes. Excerpt for the hood, she was nude. The man led her to a platform in the center of the room and assisted her in standing on the platform. Another man walked to the edge of the platform and spoke. "You will tell everyone in the room what you did to embarrass me." Her voice was shaking and stopped every few seconds to sob. "I forgot my position and spoke during a dinner party when I had not been spoken to. I gave an opinion that was not my Masters and not given with permission." No one in the room moved. Silence lasted a long time, perhaps two minutes. The young woman was shaking. I was thirty feet from her and could easily see her shake. The man spoke again. "Do you know what your punishment is to be?" "No, Master." "Are you afraid?" "Yes, Master." "The punishment is designed to teach you something. Do you know what I want you to learn?" "To keep quiet, Master." "Very good." He turned to the man holding her leash. "Remove her hood, please." The man nodded and unzipped the hood, removing it. The woman blinked and glanced around the room. The man holding the hood approached her and reached into his jacket pocket. As he pulled a device out of his pocket her Master spoke again. "I have devised and made a tool for teaching you to be quiet. It is a clamp that will hold your lips closed. All along the upper and lower edges of the clamp are tiny sharp teeth that will barely penetrate your skin. Any attempt to open your mouth will tear those teeth from your skin. If you can hold still until midnight the clamp will be removed and no more will be said about the embarrassment you caused me. If you fail at this you are no longer mine and will be sold or given away at midnight." He paused. "Do you understand?" "Yes, Master, I understand." Tears streamed down her face. "Offer your lips to the man before you." The man showed her what he wanted her to do. It looked like an exaggerated kissing posture. As soon as she pressed her lips together and forward he attached the device. It looked like a barrette that girls use to hold their hair in place, a spring loaded barrette. As he released his pressure on the device the sharp teeth bit into her lips. Tears sprang from her eyes and her hands involuntarily moved up as if to protect herself from the pain or to remove the clamp. They only moved up an inch before the man slapped her across her breasts. "You will not reach up for the clamp. You will not do anything to lessen the pain or allow anyone else to remove it. Do you understand?" She nodded. It was obvious that moving her head hurt. The man holding her leash led her to a chair and sat her in it. Her Dom spoke again. "Soon there will be music. Every time you are approached to dance you will accept. You will hand your leash to the person who invites you to dance and you will dance. Understand?" She nodded. He walked away. The man who had been holding the hood had left the room. He returned with another woman. This woman was heavier, older and bore several tattoos on her body. Her hair was long and obviously something important to her, or her Master. The ritual followed the same routine of her being led to the platform and then her Master approaching. "Tell them what you have done." "While out shopping for my Master I stopped at a bar and drank three beers." "And...?" "And I allowed a man to touch me and dance with me. I did not have permission for the beer or the touching." "Is this the first time this has happened?" "No, Master." "What was your punishment last time?" "Master, I was flogged." I noticed tears on her face and fear on her face. "You will be flogged again tonight. You also will give up something I prize and you hold as your best feature. Your hair." Like the young woman now seated with a clamp on her lips this woman's hands started up from her sides towards her beautiful hair. "When you have no hair I will not want anyone to see you, after tonight. You will be confined to the house until it has regrown. I am very disappointed in you." He paused and turned to the audience. "Anyone here who would like to purchase this slave, either now or after she is shaved is welcome to make an offer." A man sitting on the tan leather couch next to a nude black woman asked, "What skills does she have?" "Tell him," Her Master said. "I cook, and keep his home for him. I am open to his pleasure at every opening. I can be bound for hours and tortured with water and other devices. I am difficult to bruise." "May I test her?" The same man asked. Her Master nodded. The man got off the couch and took off his jacket. It was obvious he was well muscled and big. He stepped onto the platform and without prelude slapped the woman across the breasts. The slap was hard enough that she was turned nearly completely around. She did not make a sound. When she turned back around his hand print was easy to see on her breast. The man reached into her pussy and felt her. When his hand came out he held it to her mouth and she sucked. As he pulled his hand back he asked, "Bitch, when was the last time you were taken in the ass?" "Yesterday, Sir." "Did you bleed?" "Yes, Sir." He turned to her Master and said, "I offer you a week with Alice in your home in exchange for this one." "A week? You mean to return this to me in a week?" "No. I mean to have Alice back in a week and keep this one. I offer Alice for a week so you have a fresh pussy to enjoy for the week." "Do you want her flogged and shaved?" "Leave the flogging until I have her home. Shave her head completely." "Deal! Thank you." He turned and walked away. Her new Master took the leash and handed it to the nude black woman. He told her to wait until she was shaved then put her in the car and bring Alice in from the car. The man who had walked both women into the room stood behind the woman to be punished and the room filled with the buzz of clippers. We watched as all her hair fell from her head to the floor. I watched her face as the depth of humiliation and shame deepened with each stroke of the clippers. When he was done another person brought a trash can to the platform. "You will pick up all the hair and throw it away." She got on her knees and gathered every hair and put them in the trash can. Then she was led away by the black woman. Marsha leaned to me and said, "She got off easy and she knows it. The man who bought her will not flog her enough to hurt her. Losing her hair was enough. Next month he will bring her back to the meeting to show that she is still aware she screwed up. It will also remind the rest of us not to screw up." The man brought a third woman into the room. She wore a robe, almost like a monk's robe that covered her except for her head. She was wearing make up that had run from her crying. She stood on the platform and her Master approached. "Tell them what you did." "I fucked without permission. Again." The man on the platform unbuttoned the single button at the neck of the robe and pulled it off. The nude person on the stage was a transgendered pre-op. Her breasts were c-cups and beautiful. The result of good hormone treatments. The body reshaping was good, with hips and waist of a woman, great looking slender legs, and a pert ass. What was seemingly out of place were the cock and balls. "Do you know what your punishment is to be?" "No, Master." "I have decided that since you fucked without permission, again, and since you fucked a virgin that was mine, you will never fuck again! Tomorrow you will have a partial surgery, not to make you a vagina but just to remove your cock. Then, I will give you away. You will no longer be my slave. If no one here will take you, I will turn you out." She dropped to her knees on the platform and sobbed into her hands. The man holding her leash jerked her back up and led her to a chair. She continued to sob. Marsha leaned to me again. "It won't happen. Sometime tonight he will be given an opportunity to end his own life and I believe he will do it." "Will no one save him?" "Masters do not want a cock fucking their slaves without permission. He cannot be trusted. His Master really had no other choice. Carla knew what she risked when she fucked his Master's fresh girl." There was no pity in her voice. She believed the man had known what he was doing and took the risk. The punishments were over. The platform was removed and the music began. I sat to watch for a few minutes and saw that in this group dance didn't mean waltz. It did mean waltz but it also meant sex. When the music began I saw women all over the room removing what little clothes they wore and beginning to have sex with the men holding their leashes. "My I suck you?" Marsha asked. I looked at her face and realized that if I said no she would lose face. She would be shamed by my turn down. I had never had a blow job with anyone watching. I nodded. She helped me stand and helped me remove my slacks and boxers. From her knees she asked, "Would you like me nude or in this dress?" "Nude." I wanted to see all of her. It took her seconds and the dress was off. My cock was in her mouth and she was sucking me as if giving me pleasure was what her entire life was about. I wondered if she could give my wife lessons. Then I wondered if my wife would accept the lessons. Her hands held my ass and my balls. I am a healthy six and a half inches and she had no trouble taking all of me. For balance I held her head and she looked up at my face as she sucked. It felt incredible. She pulled back far enough that her mouth was empty and asked, "Would you please fuck me?" The request should not have surprised me. There were many people in the room fucking in various positions and combinations of participants. I nodded and she asked, "How do you want me?" "Ride me!" The position my wife likes least. She has various reasons she gives for not liking it but I like how it feels and how it looks so that's what I picked. Marsha helped me onto my back and slowly lowered her shaved cunt onto my cock. I noticed two gold rings in her clitoral hood and noticed how they moved as she raised and lowered herself on my pole. "Oh, I love how you feel inside me!" I thought, 'Oh, how I love how I feel inside you!' At the bottom of her stroke she ground her pussy against me. "Do I please you?" "Yes!" As she lifted she turned and in eight strokes she had turned completely around. Each stroke had her feel different on my cock. If I closed my eyes I would have thought I was fucking eight different women! I felt my balls pull up and the juices of life boiling towards release. "You're ready to cum?" She asked. "Yes!" She lifted and sat back down thrusting my cock into her ass in a single push. She was tight and I shot inside her! I worried for a second that she was so tight I had the skin peeled off my cock but it felt so good at the same time that I really didn't care. Marsha turned and saw the transgendered woman who had been punished sitting in her chair. She motioned to her and she came to us. "Carla, clean his cock for us, please." She lifted off me and Carla didn't hesitate a second. Her mouth took all of my cock in and she cleaned me. As she was bent to her task a man came to her and knelt behind her. He touched his cock to Carla's ass and Carla opened to the invasion. Carla was hard but did not touch her cock. The man came inside Carla and pulled out. Carla turned and cleaned his cock too. Marsha helped me stand. She gathered our clothes and we took them to a shelf. She finished undressing me, folded my clothes and we walked around watching other "dancers." As we walked I noticed the first woman, with the device clamped to her mouth. She was standing near another sub who was holding her leash and they were both dancing. Marsha saw me watching and said, "Every time she moves it hurts. It will hurt for days after the clamp is removed. I don't know why anyone would pick such a mean Master." "What about the other woman?" "She was ordered to dance with her. Someone likes knowing she is suffering." "Is there nothing that can be done?" "No. To interfere is to invite worse on the person who interferes. In any case it is almost midnight and it will be over." I kept watching. Her dancing became less fluid, more jerky and then she collapsed. It hit me that the exertion of dancing when she couldn't breathe through her mouth had forced her to run out of oxygen. When she fell she opened her mouth. I rushed to her and saw beads of blood all around her open mouth. She was breathing but still out. Her Master stood beside us. "She failed. I no longer want her. Does anyone here want her?" No one spoke or even moved for many seconds. I looked up at him and said, "I do." He smiled and said, "Perfect. You know nothing about being a Dom. You are her new Master. I give her to you." He turned and walked away. Marsha knelt beside me and said, "Why did you do that?" "It was the right thing to do." The woman started to come around and blink. I asked Marsha to get me two napkins, one wet and one dry. She helped me tend to the tiny puncture wounds and soon the bleeding stopped. The woman had not spoken. She looked at me and then Marsha, then back at me. Marsha spoke, "This is your new Master. He will take you home. You will no longer be coming to the meetings. Your new Master is a guest, not a member. Do you accept him as your Master?" She nodded. As I helped her up Adam joined us. "Congratulations. I think you saved her life. Marcus is a tough man and I think her punishment would have gone on for weeks. By the way, her name has been Bonny. You may rename her if you like. She is yours. When we are alone at work you can count on me as your guide into the new world." He handed me a robe for Bonny and we wrapped her in it. Back at the shelf she helped me dress and the four of us left the building. Adam had his arm around Marsha. When we got to my car Adam said, "Marsha tells me you are an excellent lover. Thank you for taking care of her while I took care of other business." They turned and left. I got in and started my car. Just as I turned onto the highway home I realized, my wife knew nothing about what had happened or that we now owned this young woman! What would I say? After driving half way home I looked over and she was leaned against the window with her eyes closed. I pulled her to me and she leaned against me the rest of the way home. The lights in the family room were on. Janice had waited up for me. I pulled into the garage and shut off the car. The young woman sat up and looked at me. "I'm leaving you here for a little while. I will bring you into the house. I think you will be warm enough here. Do not get out of the car." "Yes, Master." Her voice was a whisper. I got out and went towards the house. On an impulse I went back, opened the car door, leaned in and kissed her cheek. Then I closed the door and went to the house. Falling into a New World Janice sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea on the table before her. She was wearing her favorite flannel nightgown. It covered her just as the robe Bonny was wearing covered her. I called her flannel nightgowns her Fredrick's of Wyoming nightgowns. "How was your evening with Adam?" "It will take me some time to tell you about it. May I have some tea?" She poured me a cup and I sat at the table. I told her about the world of Dom's and subs, at least what I had learned. She asked good questions and didn't seem too surprised that there were people who preferred being submissives. I told her about the punishments I had seen and she was shocked. She believed that the men who did these things were sadistic. I couldn't argue with the label. I didn't know enough. I told her about what happened to Bonny and how she had passed out and opened her mouth. She had something triggered inside her. "I wish I could tend to her. He was so overboard with her. I'd like to hold her and comfort her, right after I slapped hell out of him." "You can do all of that except slapping him." "What are you saying?" "When she collapsed I went to her aid. My guide Marsha and I helped her stop bleeding and her Master gave her to me. She is sitting out in my car right now." Janice was out the door in a flash. I followed. In the garage she opened the car door and stopped. The look on Bonny's face stopped her. Bonny was terrified. I stepped to a spot where Bonny could see me and I said, "This is my wife. Whatever she says, you do. Now, come on into the house." The fear disappeared and Bonny got out of the car. Janice helped her into the house and got her a cup of tea. I asked her to sit at the table with us. She hesitated. "Your old Master never let you sit at the table did he?" "No, Master." "I am not your old Master. Life here will be different. Sit." She sat down and accepted the tea. I could tell when she tasted the tea that her lips hurt. Janice went to our bathroom and came back with something to put on the tiny puncture wounds. That done she sat back down. We sipped tea and thought. Janice said, "What about her clothes?" "Bonny, did you have clothes at the meeting?" "Only this robe, Master." "What do you have on under the robe?" Janice asked. "Nothing, Mistress." "What did you wear at home in your previous home?" "Nothing, Mistress." "What did you do all day?" "It was my job to keep the house clean and to cook the meals. It was my job to be available for the Master's pleasure and for the use of the others in the house." "Are you a good cook?" "Yes, Mistress. To ruin food will get me punished. I am very careful." "Did you ever wear clothes at your other home?" "If Master wanted me dressed in some way for a party or to please a guest he gave me what he wanted me to wear." "How old are you?" I asked. "Twenty-four." Janice was thirty-seven and I was forty at that moment. Janice got up from the table and got a pad of paper and a pen. "I'm going shopping tomorrow. You will wear clothes around here. Do you know your sizes?" "I'm not sure, Mistress. It has been two years since I wore regular clothes." "Ok. I'll guess and we can take back what doesn't fit." She turned to me and said, "You've seen her naked haven't you?" I nodded. She turned back to Bonny and said, "Will you be cold if you take off the robe?" "No, Mistress." Janice moved a finger and Bonny saw the motion, made it mean strip and she dropped the robe. Janice took in a sharp breath at suddenly seeing Bonny nude before her. She looked at Bonny's shaved pussy and said, "I've never been this close to a shaved pussy before. Do you ever cut yourself when you shave it?" "Master has a woman who comes to the house once a month and waxes all of us. I don't shave it." "Ladies, I realize there is a lot to discuss and more to do, but I think it is time for all of us to go to bed. I'm dead tired and I know Bonny is as well. This can resume in the morning." I stood. Janice said, "Where will she sleep?" "We have a guest bedroom." "I often slept on the floor beside Master's bed." "We have a king sized bed. She can sleep this first night between us." Janice took Bonny's hand and I followed them to the bedroom. Bonny helped me undress and lifted Janice's nightgown up over her head and off. We put Bonny between us on the bed, pulled up the covers and I shut off the light. I wondered about how much touching Janice was willing to tolerate. I knew that Bonny would let me fuck her any way I wanted, but Bonny was not Janice. I fell asleep, able to feel the warmth of her near me, but not touching her. When I woke I opened an eye and saw that Bonny was not in bed with us. I saw Janice still asleep and heard soft noises from the kitchen. I realized that Bonny was doing her job, preparing our meals. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. When I flushed the toilet and turned to walk back into the bedroom Bonny stood in front of me with a mug of coffee and both cream and sugar in her other hand. In a whisper she asked, "How do you like your morning coffee, Master? I will remember." "Black." She handed me the cup. "And, my Mistress?" Janice's voice came from the bed, "Cream and sugar." Bonny picked up the mug for Janice and took it to her. Janice showed her how much cream and how much sugar. "Thank you Mistress. I will remember." Janice tasted the coffee and said, "What did you do? This is better than what I make." Bonny proudly told Janice what she did to make the coffee better. Then Janice did something I had not seen her do in years. She got out of bed nude and walked to the kitchen with Bonny. Watching the two walking to the kitchen like that had a visible effect on me. I wondered if I should dress before going to the kitchen... and compromised by putting on a robe. Both women were sitting at the table when I walked in. Bonny jumped up and served my breakfast to me. She noticed my erection and asked if I wanted her to take care if it. Janice asked, "You sucked your Master's... you took care of his erection in the morning?" "I sucked him whenever he asked. It was my privilege." "Don't you feel demeaned when a man sticks his thing in your mouth?" "No, Mistress. The most power I have in my life is to bring pleasure. When a man puts his cock in my mouth he makes me powerful. I have the power to have him cum. I can make him lose all control and I can swallow all he gives me." "I never thought of it like that." Bonny turned back to me and asked again, "May I suck your cock, Master?" I unbelted the robe and it fell to my sides. Janice watched as Bonny bent from the waist and sucked my erection completely into her mouth. It did not take much time at all before my balls drew up and I was ready to fill her mouth. Janice got up and came to me. She lifted her left breast and put it into my mouth. I sucked and my tongue played with her nipple. "God, Pete! I could get to like this way of life! Suck harder!" Bonny sucked harder too and I filled her mouth with my seed. When I stopped filling her mouth she stood and asked Janice if she wanted some of it. Janice had never liked my cumming in her mouth. She turned her head and they kissed, swapping my cum between them. I kept sucking on Janice's breast. When their kiss ended I released Janice's breast. Then they both kissed me. I tasted myself on their kisses and I thought, 'Not bad.' Breakfast was great and since it was Saturday I didn't need to go to the university. Janice dressed, measured Bonny and then went shopping. Just before she left she looked me in the eye and said, "Did you fuck her last night at the party?" "No. I haven't fucked her at all. What she did with us this morning was what we have done." "Please don't fuck until I get home. I'm afraid that if I'm not here I'll lose you to her." "I promise we won't fuck unless you are right here with us and I promise that ten years from now we will still be married and I will still be telling you I love you." We kissed and she kissed Bonny on the cheek just as she was leaving. For the four hours Janice was gone Bonny was busy. She cleaned every room of the house, scrubbed the kitchen floor and did an inventory of the kitchen. I worked in my home office on reading papers written by students. When Janice came home she tooted the car horn once as she pulled into the garage. Bonny and I went to the garage and helped her carry bags into the house. Our garage is attached to the house so we can walk between in the nude without the neighbors seeing. We took all the bags to the master bedroom and Janice had Bonny put on each and every item. She guessed correctly on her bra size, 34C, and for almost everything else. She had jeans, skirts, pull over blouses and halter tops. There were three pair of shorts in the bags. Two with very wide open legs and a pair I thought were small enough for an eight year old. They were spandex and when Bonny put them on the center seam went right between her pussy lips and from behind almost half her behind was exposed. Janice was pleased with her shopping trip, until Bonny asked a question. "Why did you buy these clothes? I don't go anywhere. My job is here and I do it best nude." "You..." Janice stopped. She thought about her answer. I thought too and spoke. "At least once a week you will need to go shopping and buy the things we need around here so you can take care of us. I will not go to the market for you. You do not expect your Mistress to do your shopping for you, do you?" "No, Master. Now I see why I have clothes. Thank you Mistress for such nice clothes." They loaded the few clothes that didn't fit back into bags and put the rest in the closet in our guest bedroom. Janice noticed that the house was clean. She smiled and said, "Why didn't we think of this, years ago?" "Because we had never heard of Dom's or subs years ago." The weekend was fun and we got to know more about Bonny as the hours passed. On Sunday morning we woke to the sight of Bonny standing at the end of the bed with two cups of coffee. When the coffee had us fully awake Janice said, "I'm horney. Watching Bonny's cute body has me thinking about sex all the time." "Would my Mistress like me to eat her pussy?" "I'm not a lesbian." "Neither am I Mistress. I am pleasure. If I can bring it to you I will be happy." I looked at Janice and said, "Spread your legs. Bonny is going to eat you and I am going to attend to your tits and mouth." Bonny pulled the covers off the bed and crawled between Janice's legs. I kissed Janice and allowed my passion free reign. My hands held her tits and my thumbs stroked her nipples. Very quickly I could tell that Bonny was as good at eating pussy as she was at sucking cock. I felt a hand on my leg and realized it had to be Bonny's hand. Janice's arms were too short to reach where the hand was. Over time it crept towards my cock and found it. Janice was panting and shaking as she was being stimulated. "Oh, Jesus! I'm going to cum! I'm going to... aaarrrruuuugggggg!" Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and the sounds were from somewhere deep inside her. I held on and then I felt Bonny's hands guiding my hips into position to fuck Janice. She guided my hard cock right into Janice's wet pussy and held my balls as I started to stroke. Janice's eyes opened and she said, "Love me, Pete. Fill me up!" I gave her just what she asked for. Bonny was behind me and reached around me, lifting and spreading Janice's legs. I hooked them with my arms and kept pounding into Janice. "Oh, Pete! I'm close again! I want to cum again! Don't stop." I felt Bonny's fingers touching my cock as it entered Janice. The Janice said, "Now! Oh God Now!" I felt her channel squeeze my cock and I knew she was cumming for the second time. Suddenly she stiffened and passed out! I started to pull back. Bonny said, "Master, stay inside her. When she comes back she needs to feel you filling her." I pushed deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered and opened. A smile of satisfaction spread over her face. "Have you cum, Pete?" "No, not yet." "Then give it to Bonny. Bonny, lay here beside me." "Yes, Mistress." As soon as she was in place I shifted over and slid into her. She felt very different from Janice. Janice turned and took Bonny's nipple into her mouth. "Please suck my nipple hard, Mistress." "Yes, Mistress! I will cum soon." I pounded away at her pussy and Janice sucked on her breasts until she shook and moaned. "May I cum for you Master?" "Cum now, Bonny! Cum for me now!" She did. She thrashed and moved beneath me as though possessed. She flooded me and the bed. I unloaded into her and grunted in pleasure. For a long while we lay together on the bed recovering from our efforts. Bonny was the first to get up. She got wet wash cloths and washed both Janice and I. Then she got back on the bed and said, "Thank you Master and Mistress. Did I please you?" Over the first months of life with Bonny we discovered many things. We learned how to be dominant. Not like Marcus or even like Adam, but Dom none the less. We learned how big a benefit it was to be taken care of the way Bonny took care of us. Janice learned to both accept and give pleasure with a woman. I learned how to be a better lover to both of them. We also learned about bondage and pain as a way to pleasure. Bonny is still with us. Our friends think she is Janice's sister. I send Adam a thank you card on the anniversary of the party he took me to. I still tell Janice and Bonny that I love them every day.