1 comments/ 130060 views/ 26 favorites The 'Light Meter' By: Perfideous I didn't plan any of this, I swear. Well it started with me I'm Yvonne, pleased to meet you, just doing the ironing on a Sunday afternoon. I'd put it off and now I had this mountain to get through and I was just in the middle of one of my daughter's skirts (her? Queen of the Scorch Mark? No, safer I did it)when my nineteen year old son Dean came out from his bedroom. I looked up and smiled at him thinking what a handsome young man he was turning into. He gave me a smile but he was on some sort of mission. Well men always are, aren't they, bless 'em. "Um Mom," he started. "Yeah Hon?" "Um you know my project?" The one for the photography Diploma I had paid fifteen hundred dollars for him to enroll in? That one? The one he wasn't doing very well in because I'd looked on the page when he had left it open on his lap top? That one? Yes, knew it well. 'Oh, um yes I think so," I lied. "Well my model has cancelled on me and..." "Why?" "Oh her boy friend decided he wasn't really comfortable with her posing so she says he won't let her do it." I had a quiet chuckle to myself, Mary's boyfriend was a blob while my son was now quite the hunk, yeah, wise move buddy I thought feeling it was another victory for our bloodlines. "So you need another model, huh? So when is the assignment due in, a few weeks I guess?" "Monday." "Monday? Which Monday?" "Tomorrow Monday," he looked away as he said it. "Tomorrow? The little Madam cancelled the day before the assignment was due? She strung you along all this time and now she cancels? That's unbe-" "No," he interrupted ,sounding so embarrassed," she cancelled, um two weeks ago." "Oh honey! Why didn't you say something, we could have got another girl to model, its only bikini shots isn't it?" "Well, sort of," he replied and looked away again. "How exactly is it sort of," I asked, knowing he was hiding something from his dear old Mom. "Well it sort of went to bikini but kind of on from there." He was looking away now and his profile so reminded me of his uncle, my older brother who I had finally gotten to fuck when I was twenty five. We were both silent when he finally spoke, 'I don't suppose there's any chance that you might, you know..." "Oh honey if I had a decent body sure but look," and I waved him over. He came to stand by me and I lifted my tee shirt and pulled up my bra. "Look, see here?" and I pointed to the crease under my boobs, "see the wrinkles and here" I pointed to the sag in my breasts near the nipple,"I've got forty year old 'had children and breast fed' boobs hon. Hey I'm glad my boobs are like this, I gave them for my children who, let me tell ya, I adore but who would want to see these?" He was transfixed by my boobs and I held my tee shirt up enjoying his attention. As he looked I could feel my nipples starting to harden. He saw them too and looked up at my face. 'Oh look, darn things getting hard ," I commented in as matter of fact a way as I could,"must be the cool air getting on them." "Must be, hey look I'm sure, you know as long as I submit something, like OK there's wrinkles but they're not that noticeable." "Oh honey I'm flattered but hey look at my ass, its not a model's ass, look." And I pulled my track pants down leaving my butt covered by my full size cotton panties. I slapped my butt and asked him who would want to look at that? Apparently he would because he stood looking at my cotton covered butt for about twenty seconds. I pulled my track pants up and my bra and tee shirt down. "Oh look Honey, oh ,you're in a bind oh,OK I'll do it." His face lit up and he gave his Mom a hug. "The light out back is really good now,if we-" "Woa tiger, no way am I getting photographed like this.In my track pants and my 'comfortable Nanna knickers? Look give me ten minutes and I'll get showered and do some womanly things you don't need to worry you handsome little head about and I'll see you out here. OK, be as quick as I can." He was starting to stress but he nodded and as he looked away I checked out his shorts, sure enough there was the bulge; so he was getting turned on by his Mom. I unplugged the iron, made a mental note of what absolutely had to be ironed that day and went down the hall to my daughter's room. I knocked and went in. "Hi," I said. "Hi? What's going on?" "What do you mean what's going on? Nothing, other than Dean just asked me to pose for him for his assignment." "You're not going to? My God Mother! Do you know how old you are? Oh shit, sorry." I had given her a "you've crossed the line" look we mothers are qualified to give. "I don't give a toss about the course, he was getting a hard on while I was showing him my boobs and-" "Showing him your what!" "My boobs, saying no one would want to look at them..." "Did he?" "Riveted." "No way. Really?" Really. I pulled my track pants down-" "Just the pants?" "Yes dear, just the pants but he stared at my butt for ages and he had that look, you know the one they get when their poor little minds are working overtime?" She laughed and nodded. "Oh Mom, do you want to fuck him? He's your son, My God , that's incest." "Yeah, I know, hot huh?" I rolled my eyes and licked my lips as I looked at her. "Oh fuck yeah, hey think I might-" "Fancy him too huh?" "Something rotten, oh all my friends think he is so cute...I spy on him sometimes," she said staring off into the distance as she thought. "OK, I'd better get moving, I want to look stunning and I need something provocative to wear, got any really skimpy thongs?" "I'm a respectable modern girl mother, yes, lots- they're all I wear.Here." She brought out half a dozen pieces of string which she assured me were under garments. I picked a white one as I had a little jacket length sheer negligee in white too. She had some white open toed high heels that fitted me as well. We took them into the bathroom and I stripped off. I turned slowly as she gave me the once over. "Lotta hair," she commented. "Not good?" I asked. "No, not cool, not sexy, need to lose it." She washed me from neck to toe, covered me in shaving cream and, with a brand new Mach 3 shaved me all over. Well I was enjoying her fingers on me, especially shaving my pussy and my butt as much as having him stare at my boobs and butt. "Nice touch hon," I commented as she was nearly finished doing my butt. "Mom! You're not going all lezzie on me are you?" "A bit hon, I could fancy you on a cold night-" She looked appalled ; her mouth opened but no words came out. "Oh stop it, I've seen you checking me out too. Go on, I'm stark naked being shaved by you and I've told you I want to fuck your brother and I want to have sex with you too so I've told you mine you tell me yours." I waited and she grinned,"Yeah I've checked you out, I used to fantasize about having sex with you and if Dean were to ask me I don't think I'd say no. Oh God that is so disgusting." "its your sex drive Hon, society frowns on it but let me tell you it happens a lot more than people let on-" "Have you ever?" "Oh goodness yes but I promised I would never tell. So no names and don't ask,OK?" "OK- was it good?" "Sensational." By this time she was all done so I turned on the shower and stepped in. "Scrub me babe?" I asked handing her the loofah. 'I'll get wet," she protested. "Wouldn't matter if you took those things you're wearing off," I told her and batted my eyelashes at her. Well she rolled her eyes and sighed but she stripped off and got thoroughly wet as she gave me such a good scrubbing. I wanted her ready for a little mother daughter action I was planning for Dean so I moved in and put my arm round her. She looked at me open mouthed and I put my other arm over her shoulder and held the back of her head.She hugged me back and I saw her chest rise and sink as she let all the air out and she accepted she wanted to too. I brought my lips to hers and pushed my tongue between her lips. Her mouth opened slightly and my tongue entered. I could feel her sucking on it then her tongue came out to play with mine. We just kissed for a short time because I was working to a deadline-the lighting conditions- and I didn't want to disappoint him. I turned the shower off and she dried me. She styled my hair, something she had "always wanted to do" -did a nice job too- and my make up and just as I was thinking I was scrubbing up pretty well she got her oil and gave me a light coating all over and I got those hands of hers on my butt again. Ooh I loved having them there. I got dressed in her tiny thong, my white short negligee that I secured at the throat with a pink bow and her high heels. I looked like sex on legs and I knew if what he had seen before had him interested this would certainly do the trick. No, I didn't do all that in ten minutes I was about half an hour over and he was getting frantic. As I came back out to the lounge he had been fiddling with his camera ( the top of the line one I worked overtime to pay off? Yes that's the one)and glanced up at me, looked down then looked up and his mouth just fell open. "This was the best I could manage," I said with a shrug,"I hope it'll do..." He was doing his best not to stare and failing miserably. The rising bulge in his shorts eloquent testimony to his interest ( I read that in a book sometime and I always wanted to use it- sorry.The negligee,of course fell open with just the tie at the throat and the thong I'd pulled up so it disappeared into my cunt with the result my pussy lips were on clear display. "OK? " I asked as if I were a professional model on a shoot. "Oh yes, oh fine, um really um..." "Hot?" supplied my daughter from the doorway, She had wet hair and was wearing a towel- one of the smaller ones, yes , yes, no need for the DNA test, my daughter through and through. Barb!" he exclaimed , his face falling as he imagined her raining on his parade; his brilliant seduction of his unsuspecting mother. 'Oh its alright darling brother, I know you're going to take Mom's picture. Well aren't you going to tell her how hot she looks? I did her hair and her make up and those are my shoes she's wearing." "Really?" he asked overwhelmed with information. "oh yeah Mom, you look really fantastic." I smiled ,acknowledging the compliment, then stood innocently facing him. I used my elbows to pull the sides of my negligee apart so my mid rift was exposed with just my tiny thong there acting as a pointer down to where it vanished in my pussy. "better get started I guess," I told him moving towards the ranch slider to go outside. "Yes, better," he said but he was checking out his sister and trying to work out how to get her out there as well. "Dean can you carry everything?" I asked caringly, as only a mother truly can. "Well its a bit hard, I can-" "Nonsense, I paid a fortune for that camera. Barb honey, would you mind?" "Oh, well, yeah OK. won't be too long, I hope?" "Oh thanks sis, no I just need to get started, can you carry all that? " She had his tripod and light meter as well as the folder with the assignment in it. She nodded sweetly and made a great show of being as careful as she could with his stuff. "Just put it there for now Barb," he told her and as she was about to put it down the towel she had been working to loosen fell off and she was suddenly stark naked in front of him. She continued with what she was doing putting the equipment carefully on the table , turned- showing him her butt- to check if she had lost anything on the way then bent over giving him the full view and picked her towel up. "Oh I'm sorry Barb, I was asking too much, I never meant, I mean I didn't expect." "Oh its OK sweetie, we're family, huh?" she told him with the most seductively innocent smile I think I have ever seen. "better get on, huh?" she suggested having taken in the full impact she had had on him. He got his equipment set up, and had me do a few poses in the negligee. Would I just mind slipping it off? Would the poses be artistic? Oh, yes this was an artistic based course. Well OK , in that case, and I pulled on the ends to open the bow and shucked the negligee off my shoulders to float to the patio tiles. I rubbed my palms over my nipples and tweaked them as he stared. This time the poses were distinctly more raunchy and after a dozen he was standing to attention and asking me if I might consider removing the thong. I gave him my best "You have me bewitched you charmer you" look , shrugged as if I regretted doing it but knew I had to and slipped them down. The next poses went more and more into out and out porn- thank God! the artistic stuff is so prissy- and he got me to put my fingers down "just there" and after another set he wanted me to open it up altogether. "Like this?" I asked my thumb and index finger forcing my labia apart. "Yeah kind of." "Hey I can show her Hon, " my helpful daughter butted in," Look Mom, like this." She very casually pulled the corner of the towel she had tucked in out and placed the towel on the chair as she got up, She came over to me and gripping a lip in each hand pulled her pussy wide open, she turned to Dean and did the same thing. "Like this right?" she asked as if it was just a pose. "Um yeah like-" I had just put my fingers on each side and pulled them apart. "Yeah that's it Mom , like , hold that , yes, and another one. " Oh he was on fire, he was a natural and I felt so proud, hot too but really proud. "Um honey?" I asked as innocently as I could manage," we want you to get really good marks, maybe if you asked nicely Barb might do some poses with me it might get you a better grade. Do you think?" "Would you Barb? Please?" he asked, well pleaded really. "I'm not really comfortable doing that Dean, I was just showing Mom the way you wanted her to use her hands I wasn't expecting..." "Oh honey! Its OK," I told her putting my hand in that motherly way on her shoulder," You're embarrassed aren't you?" She shrugged then gave a little nod. "Oh sweetie your sister's embarrassed don't you think maybe you could take, maybe your shirt off?" I asked just managing to keep a straight face. He nodded seriously then told us his lecturer had warned the class about the need for a professional distance between photographer and model. "Oh bollocks!" I snorted, I've know adult photographers and the good looking ones were as naked as we, as the models were. The grotty looking ones got male models to strip off and play with themselves out of shot, so if he told you that-" "She," he corrected. Probably a lesbian I thought making another mental note for future reference. "She? Oh well there you go hon," and I left the insinuation that she was biased by her implied dubious sexuality. 'Really? They take it..." "All off," I finished emphatically."Not only that they react to our posing as well. Um, to the model's posing I meant, so I was told. I mean how would we know if the pose we were doing um the model was doing was working, if she couldn't see a reaction to it?" "No..yeah, yeah that's right. So my cock would be for you like what my light meter is for me," and he nodded as he came to terms with this revelation. His short came off and we both drooled over his chest and those arm muscles, followed by his shorts and boxers. He shaved! Oh God it looked so gorgeous standing up so straight and bigger than his fathers more like, like, Oh shit, like his uncle's. He looked up at us after folding his clothes and putting them down neatly- because his mother was watching? yes- and saw us eyeballing his cock. I smiled and said to Barb, "Look how hard he is Babe, you see that we're on the right track, think you're feeling OK with doing those mother daughter poses? Like this might get him a B, B plus maybe but, hey, lets shoot for the A plus!" She gave a sheepish, "oh what the heck smile and turned to him waiting to be posed. As she waited her hand went to her pussy and she frigged herself while looking at him as she waited for her instructions. She had his eyes locked; he desperately wanted to check out her pussy but couldn't without admitting where he wanted to look. "Hey Babe," I said to her to give her an excuse to look away, knowing she was dying to have her hot naked brother check out her frigging her pussy. She turned her head to look at me and as she did his eyes went straight to her pussy. "I think maybe with these next poses, if we maybe just wing it,OK? Lets try to make it spontaneous and Dean honey?" He dragged his eyes from her pussy, she now had three fingers deep inside and was stroking her clit with her thumb, and looked up at me. He nodded. "Yeah so , we'll do that OK? Don't direct just try to catch well the feel of the moment, something like that...the magic, the magic of a mother and daughter coming together as lovers." Ooh shit that was a bit far and I cringed thinking it might get a reaction but his mind was in Cock Drive and he either missed it or just plain liked the idea. I turned to Barb with my arms out. She did like wise and we posed for the shot. We moved in bit by bit until we were in each others' arms.We angled for a kiss and held a pose a few inches apart then moved to almost touching and parted our lips. I put my tongue out and touched Barb's lip with it and we held the pose then she pushed hers out and we held with the tips of our tongues touching. We moved right in and french kissed. "Fuck I'm so hot," she whispered to me with that "can't wait to be fucked look" on her face. "Me too," and we went back to snogging. We broke and I slipped down to a crouch pushing my ass out a bit more than I really needed to. "Honey, it might pay if you were to get the camera down low here for a shot of me from behind?" "Um, ah, yeah, yeah, that's good, like that, yeah..." I looked up at Barb, she was grinning and , with her hand blocked from his view made the wank movement- he was jerking himself now- I glanced up at her and grinned. "Look I think if I suck on her nipples and we get a shot of me fingering Barb and another with my tongue in there- Oh will that be OK Barb, you're comfortable with that?" I asked in Oh such a thoughtful way. "Yes, I guess, I mean I feel quite comfortable now, you know now I know what we're trying to get in this type of modeling,' she answered checking her "light meter" as she spoke. He was gone, the hand was a blur on his cock now and I thought , "hey, hold on there tiger, we want that." "Dean?" "Uh huh. I mean yes Mom?" "Honey I'm not sure about the lighting for the next shots with me blocking the light, maybe if you held that light of yours out here while you took the shot? Do you think?" "Oh, um yeah, yeah right," he answered as he desperately tied to find way he could take pictures and carry on stroking. He couldn't, yes I am so mean, so now his cock stood at attention for us, well for Barb as I focused on her nipples. She had lovely nipples and I loved sucking on them; I pulled the right one out held in my lips and waited for him to take the shot then did the same with her left one. I went from a crouch to kneeling and put my hand on her butt to tilt her pelvis up a little.This time my butt cheeks were stretched as wide as I could get 'em and I hoped he was watching. "Maybe if you come round to here," I said turning to find him lying on the floor two feet from my asshole photographing like crazy," and I can do a few things to Barb's vulva." He gave that blank look men get when they think you've discovered their porn mags. "Her pussy dear." She smirked and rolled her eyes at him. he grinned back and gave his cock a stroke for her. So I started with fingering her pussy, then squeezing beside her hood to make her clitoris pop out and held a pose with my tongue just touching. The 'Light Meter' Ch. 02 I went back to the ironing, as I said in The Light Meter. My children were having sex in Barb's bedroom and I wished to God I was in there with them. I did the ironing naked and part way through have a cucumber out of the vegetable compartment of our refrigerator. With it rammed up pressing against my cervix I went back and finished my ironing then started on dinner. The naked chef I was indeed. I was just about to dish up when they both came out (naked of course), Dean looking Masterful and Barb with a mouthful of my son's cum. I dropped to my knees, tilted my head back with my mouth wide open for her to dribble the cum onto my tongue. I caught a glimpse of Dean out of the corner of my eye; he stood there proudly as his two bitches swapped his cum. "You can swallow mom," Barb told me generously ", after all I got to be fucked by him." She gave him such an adoring look and I looked up at him too. "Thank you Dean. I love your cum," I told him getting an indulgent smile back. I felt a peace at that moment; he was in charge. It was nearly time for dinner, time to serve our Lord and Master. "Dean Honey, why don't you sit at the head of the table and Barb will be your serving wench?" He looked into my eyes to check I wasn't pulling his chain and, seeing I wasn't, nodded with a little smile playing at the corners of his 'I want to kiss it now' mouth. Barb and I went down to my bedroom and in the bottom of my odds and ends drawer I found what I was looking for, a maid's cap. It was part of a fancy dress costume I had gotten years ago. Barb's eyes lit up when she saw it. "Should I wear shoes?" "No. I won't be." "What are you going to be?" she asked suspiciously. "The plate," I replied innocently. We shared the moment then our mouths were locked together and all sorts of fireworks were going off in my head while she patiently fingered my clit and we kissed while I had my orgasm. She washed her hands, put the cap on, pinning it in place then went out to be the naked maid and advise him she would be serving shortly. Meantime I was having a quick cold shower so Dean's plate was clean. I dried off and went straight to the table, eyes down, (After all what self respecting plate makes eye contact with the diner) to lie on my back across the table. My head hung over the table edge so my tummy and, err hem, lower abdomen were in front of him, yes still with the end of the cucumber poking out. I put my arms behind my head so he could do things to my armpits if he liked and my nipples were like little nuggets. I was in agony waiting for Dean to tell me he liked his new plate. I heard an "Hmm" followed by a "very nice" and then those fingers of his trailed over my body. The arm pits got tormented, as did the nipples and the pussy was so wet he wiped it with a napkin and gave it a little spank. The cucumber got a little push and pull too. I could see Barb coming to the table, she was upside down of course- or I was- and she had that thin lipped look she gets when she's pissed. At my stealing her thunder of course. "What could have topped being the naked serving wench?" she must have thought and the answer lay before her. Straight faced Barb placed the hot lasagna straight on my stomach. I clenched with the pain and gasped but I didn't move. Then I heard him pick up his knife and fork and his fork pricked into my skin. Well I chose to be the plate so if it hurt; tough luck. He ate it all then the Maid announced it was time to clear the table. I hid my disappointment and in any case she was right. No sooner was I off then she was lying there as the pudding bowl. In the kitchen I wiped myself clean. So she wanted to be dessert huh? Change of plan on the fruit and whipped cream Flossie, I thought. "Has the pudding bowl got its eyes closed Master?" I asked respectfully. A pause then "She has now." Great. I brought the ice cream and placed a scoop on her stomach seeing her eyes go wide and her mouth open. She got over it though accepting the shock as I had so intent was her pleasure to please our Master. I got to lie for the coffee which Barb served in a mug which I can tell you was very hot but I just gritted my teeth and bore it. He called Barb in from the kitchen so he could speak to us both. "What was this all about mom? Sis? It's just me; I'm no different to before." "Yes, you are. You're the man of the house now darling brother and mom and I adore you. Couldn't you tell?" "Yes Dean," I added in my role as plate mother ", we're not playing games with you. We wanted to show you how much we adore you and we endured the pain to show you that." "You can do the dishes if you like though," Barb chipped in and we all had a laugh at that. "But it's true then?" he asked after we had a naked family hug. "Yes darling, it's true we adore you and we will do anything for you." "Except have sex with another man," Barb said firmly "we're sluts for you but no one else." I nodded, not that there were any men on the horizon, but Barb, as you can imagine, was a popular girl so this was big coming from her. Dean was gob smacked and I tried quickly to think of how to keep him on his perch as he seemed to have a case of the speed wobbles. "Dean Honey, it's all true, now Barb and I will clean up so why don't you get back to your assignment." "You're right mom." "Vonnie" I corrected. "Vonnie? OK, hey look I owe you guys. You know I was going to fail this course." (Wide eyed looks of disbelief.) "Well I was. I love photography but I just didn't seem to be able to get it then with that session and that Light Meter stuff, I don't know it just all fell in place. Look I'm doing a Power Point presentation at the moment, I'll call you both through when I'm done and you'll see what I mean." He nodded meaning for us to nod back in agreement, which we did of course. Then he walked off to his room and we both drooled over his butt. It was time for a mother daughter chat. We agreed we wanted him as our lover and as our Master. That was easier for me than it was for her but she agreed that she would be subservient to him as I had decided while I was doing the ironing. I had done a good amount of thinking while I had been ironing that night. Well it is a great time for thinking ironing. I had accepted him; the smile he gave me when Barb was giving me his cum had sealed it but I had decided while I was doing the ironing how I wanted to be for him. I had hoped Barb felt the same way still and hadn't changed her mind and gone all sibling rivalry on him but she was as demure and respectful as I was. And we loved it. She was radiant while I had no need to be frustrated and bitchy and finding fault with things. He was in charge and we would do what he ordered and if that meant walking off a cliff then show me the cliff. We wondered how to work the living arrangements because we both wanted to sleep next to him. "He'll have to decide," she announced finally. I knew she was right. We worked away together into the night getting the place perfect for Dean with Barb polishing the table using far more elbow grease than I had managed and bringing up a gleaming finish as a result . I scrubbed the floor; getting down on my hands and knees with the scrubbing brush rather than a quick, doesn't matter if I miss a bit, mop. We were obsessed with pleasing him and it felt wonderful. By the time he came out the lived in look was gone and it could have been a show home. He looked around admiringly and gave us the approving nod we both craved. "That looks really nice girls" There was hesitancy after 'girls' as if he wondered if he was overstepping the mark but we both smiled and looked down demurely. "I've got the presentation ready if you'd like to see it," he said in that way guys have of telling you they've got something that will knock your socks off but they don't want to look silly. He had it on his computer and we trooped down to his bedroom and stood one looking over each shoulder while he got it started. I looked sensational. That droop was barely noticeable, my butt was no where near as big as I thought and I must have the sexiest labia ever and the glistening pink bit in the middle? My God! Was that me? He caught me completely; the cougar (yes thank you very much, Cougar) wanting to be fucked. Oh yes, there were a few of Barb too and she looked pretty good too I suppose, considering. Yes, she looked stunning; shots of her pussy, her tits which looked miles bigger in the shot that I thought they were looking at them- which I was doing a lot in the last few hours. He made me so proud; he has that indefinable something as a photographer and I was so grateful he had convinced me to get him a place in the course and buy him some decent equipment. We went through the presentation a few times with Barb and me masturbating as we viewed the show. I made out I was getting off on her ones and she did the same saying I was just so fucking sexy. We both loved our own shots best though and rubbed that much harder when a really nasty one of ourselves came up. We were waiting for him to tell us where we were to sleep and he was waiting for me. "Dean, if you and Barb would like to sleep in my old bed that's fine and perhaps Barb I could sleep in you bed, if that's OK?" I asked as pathetically as that sounds. She nearly said something but thankfully she caught sight of the subtle message I was mouthing to her behind his back. "SHUT THE FUCK UP." "Why don't we all sleep in your old bed Von? Barb?" We both smiled demurely and nodded for him. And so we did. He was in the middle of course and we cuddled up to him loving the feel of his body against ours. I wanted to lie there just like that but in no time I was fast asleep. In the morning I woke second; Barb was up and at 'em already. She had our towels ready, hers and mine and had everything ready for his breakfast. We were going to have cereal. Partly because it felt nice to know we had sacrificed our bacon rasher for him but also because we had decided to cut all the fat we could out for our skin and our waistlines. He came out a quarter hour later. His cock nearly at attention and his hair ruffled. We went to him giving him hugs and kisses with both of us sneaking a hold and a stroke of the gorgeous cock. "Would you like bacon and eggs for breakfast Dean?" Barb asked and he gave her a sideways look as you would expect from a veteran of sisterly sarcasm. He received a wide eyed look of trusting adoration which threw for a second before he regained his equilibrium and nodded favoring her with just the hint of a smile. He was learning and as he strode away to the bathroom she just glowed. She lay on the table first (head start the cheat) and lay in the now traditional pose of head and arms flopped back while I placed his eggs bacon and whole meal toast across her belly and his coffee between her tits. I got a filthy look and, yes, I could have used a coaster, from her just before he sat down. He shook his head in wonder. "What is this? I thought last night was a game." "No game Dean. We adore you darling. You are the man of the house now and we want you to be Master to us." I told him and then he knew we really were serious. "It's a lot to live up to," he commented thoughtfully and both of knew enough just to shut the fuck up. My heart was racing though "He's going to do it, he's going to do it" I repeated in my mind as I stood respectfully in the 'at ease' position. I made him uneasy and finally he said "Well say something Vonnie." "I adore you Dean," I answered immediately. "I so want to please you." "So do I Dean," the plate added. "He shrugged, smiled and got on with cutting his bacon with the slightly blunt knife I had put out for him. (Accidentally on purpose.) After breakfast he went away to get dressed and I cooed over how fabulous she had been with that tough bacon. He came out soon after wearing the nice shirt and trousers I had ironed rather than the usual tee shirt and jeans. He was shaved and asked Barb if she could do something with his hair. In no time she had styled it as becomes an up and coming young man determined to make a way for himself in life. "Take the car Dean," I told him holding the keys out for him. "Right," he answered tasking them with just a nod of acknowledgement. Before I would have torn him apart for being bloody arrogant but we wanted him to be Master and we had to get used to it. I slipped him a twenty before he left and made a mental note to give him full access to my bank accounts and credit cards. After all I was happy to give him my body so why not my money. Once he had left Barb and I embraced. 'It's working," I said, stating the obvious. "Yes, God I thought it was going to come unstuck but it didn't. He is up to it, isn't he mom." "Vonnie Barb. And yes he is-like the men on my side of the family. Starting a bit earlier, that's all." "Dean as our Master," she said wistfully. We were both deep in thought when she added, "Some subs eat from bowls on the floor." Our eyes met and our faces smiled. "It's a bit extreme I guess?" I commented as a question. "It wouldn't hurt to try I suppose," she answered-as keen as I was. 'Yeah, well I guess we might try a bowl of milk and cereal maybe and if it looks ridiculous we won't mention it a "No, of course not, "she responded solemnly ", should I go first perhaps?" She was on her knees in a flash waiting as I got the bowl down then put the cereal in with the milk and a sprinkling of sugar and placed it on the floor. She waited as a good little slave does until I gave the command. "Eat slave." She came up so her ass was up pointing straight at me and her back sloped down with her face in the bowl. She made some awful noises then she mastered it and finished the lot while I stroked over her gorgeous exposed asshole down to her nice wide pussy and back, then down and back- if you get the idea. "My turn!" I announced as she licked the last drop of moisture from the bowl and I was on my knees waiting. She placed my bowl on the floor, paused for effect then gave the command. "Slave eat." I had to spread my knees wider to keep my balance (honest) and I could feel the cold air on my asshole. She let me get the hang of eating from a bowl on the floor before her fingers got involved with my asshole and pussy. It was a total turn on for me as it had been for her. We both knew it was too early to put that one on Dean but it was a definite keeper. The question was when. We both got dressed to go out, I went to the office and Barb was at Community College. Both of us took care with how we dressed, helped each other with our hair and make up and generally took a much greater pride in our appearance than we usually did. At work I put in a hundred percent and got a word of praise from my supervisor. I acknowledged the praise humbly and gratefully. Pleasing Dean was my world now and I knew doing well at my job would please him. Barb had gotten home before me and was busy on her computer. I stripped off to be naked as she was and went in to have a look. She had printed out a sign on card. It read ALL FEMALES NAKED PAST THIS POINT I felt my tummy jump. "Where do you think we should put that?" I asked, thinking possibly the letter box. "I thought of that," she said proudly pointing to the two pieces of string. We had a foyer, I was very proud of our foyer, with a door through to the hallway. She stood on a chair to put the drawing pins into the ceiling so the sign hung down just inside the hallway door. "There," she declared after she put the chair back in the dining room. "All females? Naked? Do you want us to have any visitors at all?" "Well," she replied a little defensively ", maybe some will object but too bad. This is Dean's house and those are his rules. Like it or lump it." She folded her arms across her bare chest as if to say "that's all there is to say on this one." I groaned. She was so committed and here was me back sliding. Of course she was right and if it wasn't Dean's idea now it would be soon- I hoped. He was impressed with the sign and generously agreed when we asked him if he wanted to it to be his command. Dinner was a repeat of the previous night with her as the main course plate and me as the pudding bowl. He was a lot more involved with his crockery this time and my legs shook uncontrollably as he fingered me to orgasm. We slept together again and, in the morning we again got his breakfast for him with me as the plate this time. One he had gone we took turns eating from our bowls on the floor loving it just as much as we had the day before. The week passed and work flew. I got new responsibilities, a bigger ledger, and a quiet word that Management had seen the improvement and wanted to see if I could keep it up. To please Dean? You betcha. At home we showered together and got each other looking as hot as we could. Barb had bought me some wrinkle cream for my breasts and rubbed it in for me without me even having to ask. It was a routine now. Dean arrived home, we slaves gushed over him and he would fuck us both sometime after dinner. Well almost a routine because on Friday evening, half an hour after dinner, the door bell rang. "I'll get it," Barb called striding like the sex on legs she was down the hall. We had a silk robe to put on when we opened the door but Barb didn't worry about that. "Grandma!" I heard her exclaim and my mother laughing. "Oh shit" This was it, game over I thought then I heard Mom's voice. "'All females naked past this point', hmm, well last time I checked that included me." I heard her undress and suddenly there stood my daughter and my mother both naked with huge smiles on their faces. Mom looked sensational: flat belly, firm thighs, straight back, jutting nipples she had had her boobs done and they looked sensational. She was shaved of course and she had a genuine all over tan. Dean rose, naked and shook his hips. Our eyes (None more so than Mom's.) were glued to the swaying large penis. She went to him, her nipples now jutting out like organ stops, as he stood with his arms out waiting for her. He held her in his arms as Barb and I looked on appreciatively shooting murderous darts at her. "Glad you came?" he asked her playfully. (What??????) "I've been wet all afternoon doll. Fuck you are something else Dean." (Oh fuck.) She stood back to take him all in. "Just like your dad Von. He was killed before he could get you into his harem. They were the happiest years of my life being his slave. And now you Dean. Oh my God you are a natural, a chip off the old block." I swayed as all this hidden family knowledge came at me. I knew he was master of the house but not Master of the house, if you know what I mean. No wonder he was so good and no wonder Barb and I both wanted to be his slaves. We were way past just saying 'yes Dean, no Dean, three bags full Dean.' We craved the real deal. She sat cross legged on the floor, hands at her sides so Master Dean had an uninterrupted view of her freshly shaved pussy. We followed suit, thrilled to learn how we are expected to act and not having to think it up as we went along. She told me what she did and the thrashings Dad gave her when she erred. And the wonderful fucks he gave her to show she was still his little slave. It was weird because she was so successful in her life. She did it all for Ben, my husband and Master she told us, a far away look in her eye. Dean told her how far we had come and she nodded then he asked her something that knocked me sideways "Would you like to be my slave too Elaine?" "Yes please Master, I want that more than anything in the world." The 'Light Meter' Ch. 02 She gave her answer as honestly and earnestly as I have ever heard her speak. We had a slaves' hug then Dean picked her up, put her over his shoulder to carry her to the table where he laid her on her back pushed her legs out of the way and fucked her with long powerful strokes. He went longer than he had with us then he pulled out of her gaping cunt and pushed his tip firmly, masterfully against her sphincter and she opened for him. We stared, amazed, she had made it look so easy and was giving him the ride of his life. He came deep in her ass then leaned over to kiss her affectionately on the lips. We got to clean his cock off. It tasted of mom's asshole and it sounds degrading, I know, but I loved sucking him clean and getting that taste of her- as well as his cum of course. She suggested we get two straws. We stared blankly at her for a few seconds then it clicked. I got two straws from the pack in our pantry, handed one to Barb then crouched down to poke my straw as far up her asshole as I could and suck. Well it took a while but I am proud to say Barb and I sucked every fluid ounce of cum out of that asshole. "Hey fellow sluts give me some of that cum." It stopped us in our contented little tracks. I mean to say we thought, you know. In her asshole? She'd never want that but my mother always was full of surprises and she had just sprung another one. I glanced at Dean and he was clearly not amused. We were both horrified we had got it wrong. There were no excuses, we thought we could get away with it and we put ourselves before our Master's wishes; we deserved to be punished. As luck would have it we had an expert in our midst and she was only too pleased to hand on the wisdom of the ages in these matters. Not only that, without even being asked she went out to her car. Yes, naked, with that confident sultry walk of the just- had- her- brains- fucked- out woman. She brought in her brief case knelt humbly before Dean and offered it to him as a gift from a slave to her Master. He opened it and took out a collar. It had her name on it. "Master I took the liberty of getting all our tags to read Property of Master Dean." She offered respectfully. "Oh I say, capital idea," I thought wetting my self at the thought of a slave's collar and, hopefully, a leash. "'Slave Elaine', a good idea indeed – but did it have my approval?" Her head slumped and she shook it. "No Master. I did not. Please punish me Master so I know the error of my ways." I loved that and I said it over and over in my mind trying to remember it. "I will administer the punishments in my own time," he said calmly yet pointedly and Elaine's moment of power came to a shuddering halt. I just adored him. He had grown so much. It was in the blood of course and I suspected she had given him the family history (I was twelve when dad was killed and I knew nothing of their dark side so Dean knew about it before I did) but even so he had that Master's thinking, always one step ahead. "Slave Yvonne crawl to me and receive your collar." I crawled forward and pushed my chin up for him to put my collar on me and do it up tight. It is hard to describe the thrill I felt. It was so much more than just pleasure when he pulled that collar tight and did it up then put the little padlock on and clicked it shut. It signified that he owned me. My son owned me and I felt so happy I was close to tears. Barb went next doing the same as me but with tears in her eyes then Mom .She didn't look teary, she had this contented look on her face as if she was home, at last. It was time, Master decided, for our punishment. Now I have to admit I had thoughts of us maybe bending over with Dean giving us a few smacks with his hand and we all have a group hug after while he tells us what brave slaves we are and how gorgeous we look having our bottoms spanked (especially me) and he hopes it didn't hurt too much but if it did can he rub it better? "I wonder Elaine if you would like to bring in those items we discussed earlier. 'Discussed earlier????' Barb and I stayed in our kneeling position while Mom went naked out to her car and came in with a cardboard carton and, oh the blessed relief, an assortment of bloody canes . "Oh shit," I thought. Dean and Mom ignored us completely while she drew him diagram of how the slave should be secured for this particular position. They spoke quietly but I heard him ask "So no movement at all is allowed?" And her reply "No the slave must have no movement in her bonds." I didn't dare look at Barb, I knew she would have heard it, and I guessed it would have had her as dripping wet as it did me. Finally they were ready and I went first, getting another narrow eyed look from my adoring daughter and fellow slave. I had to stand facing away from him. He took hold of my left hand and brought it behind my back so my forearm was horizontal then did the same with my right arm. Then he bound them. That first loop when he pulled it tight and I was helpless I will treasure always. I wanted to be bound so tight and to get some decent punish- naive little lamb that I was. Once he had my arms trussed two things happened: I relaxed completely and he hit his stride. My plans to remember how he tied me up went out the window as I was pushed forward, pulled back, a cord went from here to there or was it there to here and suddenly I was trussed like a turkey with my legs under my shoulder and, obviously I'm sure you'll be able to visualize, every thing on display. "You'll see by how she's gaping Dean how worked up she is," Mom announced in her role as technical fucking adviser. "Will you gape this much Elaine?" my Lord and Master asked quietly thrilling me and shutting her fuck up at the same time. "I hope so Master, Vonnie makes a pretty sight indeed," she said the excitement clear in her voice. Sometime in the binding I was forced to the floor then, once trussed up, he lifted me as if I were a feather, which I'm not, and placed me on my back on the table. I really had no idea how I came to be as I was I just knew it was how I wanted to be. He paddled me first, to warm me up he explained in that deep sexy masterful voice of his. I soaked in the sound of his voice wanting, craving, his discipline. Oh it hurt, oh God yes, of course it did but I loved it. He stopped and rubbed my bottom affectionately. "I will cane you now Slave Vonnie," he told me looking into my eyes as I yielded to him. "Yes Master," I replied. "I want you to count each stroke then say 'thank you master, please may I have another.'" OK, yes, I know; same old same old. Try doing it when you're trussed like a turkey and getting caned by your son who might be as good at tennis as my Master is. Try it then. The first stroke knocked me way out of my paddled ass comfort zone. I screamed. The pain started a faction of a second after impact. Master waited as I tried to find my voice. "One, thank you Master. Please may I have another?" I received a regular succession of strokes. They all hurt and I loved each one. I got a sharp agonizing jolt of pain that subsided to a base level of agony only to be jolted up again. Every time, though, I managed to repeat my "thank you." He reached twenty four and I was sure my ass was cut to ribbons. As it turned out he had drawn blood so he hit really hard. Naturally I was ecstatic thinking 'I've done it, I've survived' when I heard know it all mother giving him tips on the plastic ruler and how best to use it on the exposed pussy of the slave on the table. Yes, me. That destroyed me. I mean, my ass; fine cane away but my soft sensitive pussy? I looked around wildly trying pathetically to break free of my bonds. "Close your eyes my darling slave and show me you can bear what is to come for your Master." You can't prepare for pain. You can't. You can talk all you like, steel yourself but the pain when that plastic ruler snapped into my pussy took me past any pain barrier I could imagine. I screamed. I looked into his eyes pleading for him to stop and all I got for my efforts was a smile and a nod. "Just bear it," the nod told me and I drew down on what pathetic reserves of courage I have, sighed miserably and waited for the next smack. It gets easier; right? You go into 'subspace'? Actually no, it just hurts like fuck but at six it was over and I was being released. I was overwhelmed and couldn't speak. Had I been able to I would have asked Master to leave me bound and just spank with those hands of his. As soon as I was free I threw myself into his arms. "Just hold me Master," I thought as his strong arms enfolded me. I was sobbing against his chest as the emotion erupted inside me. He held me tight and it was our world for that time; just Master and me. I couldn't think of him as my boy Dean now; he was Master. Elaine gently slid me off him and only then did I see he was pale and in tears himself. I was such a selfish cow I realized. So intent on "me, myself, I" that I hadn't thought of what a drain it was on him to punish someone he loves. He was fresh into the role and it had been much harder for him that I realized. Barb took me from Elaine and cuddled me while I sobbed and Elaine comforted her grandson. She took him down to his bedroom (my old one) and twenty minutes later came back in alone. "He's going to see The Grand Master," she told us "and work through a few things. It's common to a young Dom. There's nothing to worry about. My God he was magnificent disciplining you Von. Oh and I was so proud of you doll." I managed a teary smile but I was glowing; praise from my mother was like getting snow in summer. Standing a little distance away Barb was looking mutinous. "Oh fuck sorry Barb honey," Elaine said moving over to cuddle her ", you're our rock, aren't you? He's going to do you tomorrow Hon and me the day after. OK." Barb gave that sheepish shrug we do when we've been caught being a dick. 'Yeah, sorry Von, sorry Elaine." They plastered the mystery ointment on my butt and my pussy. It eased the pain and they put me to bed then came back out for some grandmother grand daughter sex which I slept through. Dean was up for breakfast with Elaine as the plate. An old hand she brought the cutlery with her. She looked great on her back, head and arms flopped down and his food on her stomach. As a new twist she had placed his cutlery in a pouch in her pussy. Barb and I glanced at each other when we saw that with each of us wishing we'd thought off it. He was obviously much better and gave us each a fuck before coming in Barb's mouth and ordering her to share it round. Then he was into the shower, dressed and out the door. Men! Could have done with just a little hug and a peck but you don't complain do you? I mean who listens? Work was interesting. I could not wear panties so I wore a slip under my dress and though I tried to not let anyone get the money shot it happened and the office junior saw my red snatch. Her mouth fell open as she stared. I'm an exhibitionist at heart and I held my stance, maybe even widening it a touch. My finger went to my lips and she nodded hurriedly. We met up in the file room later in the afternoon. 'Did you enjoy looking at my vagina Debbie?" I teased. She licked her lips and nodded. "I took mine off too," she murmured, pulling her skirt up to prove her words. In a flash I was on my knees my tongue deep in her snatch which she was obligingly keeping pulled wide open. I had had no idea about her; she had always seemed such a respectable girl. She came for me then, after I had licked her clean, she was on her knees pushing my hem up to my waist for me to hold while she studied my pussy. "Plastic ruler, six strikes. Turn around." Dutifully I turned and felt her fingers tracing all my cane marks. "My God! It has to be, what? Two dozen? He hits hard. My God feel this." She took my hand and placed my finger on my right cheek where he had hit particularly hard. "Debbie you appear very knowledgeable about these things. How come?" She came from a home with a slave mother and Dom father. That's how. Her father wanted her to go to another Master so she could have a virile young Dom. She knew from the moment I came into work on the Monday that I was a contented slave and had been watching me quietly ever since. She had also been finding ways to check me out as well. Well she was young pretty and ready to accept; she seemed perfect. I rang Dean and asked him if I might bring her home after work. He had laughed and said that his Tutor wanted to come home with him and Barb had rung to tell him one of her friends wanted to come over too. He asked Debbie's name and made some deep- in- thought hmm noise. I rang Debbie's extension and told her she wouldn't have much on tonight getting a contented sigh as my answer. It was the night we slaves became six. I brought Debbie home with me and as soon as we were in the door she was stripping off and went through to the lounge as a natural. I showed her around. She looked on the floor in the kitchen then by the table and, not seeing whatever it was she was after looked puzzled. She was amazed when I showed her the bedrooms saying in a puzzled tone. "Beds? You have beds?" I had no idea but she was sweet and quite relaxed naked waiting to meet a stranger with the hope of becoming his Slave. The realization of how many other women there were who wanted exactly what I found I did was very reassuring. It wasn't just us; there were lots of others. We showered together dried each other then I spread the body oil on her and she spread it on me. "Will you put my collar on me Debbie," I asked feeling very proud. "Your Master puts your collar on Slave Vonnie. It is presumptuous and disrespectful for a slave to do it herself." "Oh? Well do you want to see it?" "I'd love to. I wear one at home; I love it." We went to the case but he had locked it. So, they were off limits? More control, more discipline. "A good slave never wastes a moment," she told me earnestly and I eased my feet apart. "We should begin the meal Vonnie! That's what I meant." I quietly eased them closer. Shortly after we began getting dinner ready Barb opened the front door. "Hi Babe I called ", I've got Debbie from work here." "Oh hi Mom, hi Debbie from mom's work, I've got Jenny here from class." "Through here," we heard her say to Jenny and held our breath as we waited. "All what?" we heard Jenny shriek. (Aha; so she can read) Then, "My God! What are you doing? Stop. Stop! Oh my God! That is depraved. Right! That's it I'm off. Barbara get out of my way. Barbara! Do I have to call the police? Barbara gets no get out of my way. I'm warning you. Right, that's it. Put me down. This is kidnapping you can go to jail for ever. You know that? For evah." We were smirking fit to bust when Naked Barb walked through with clothed Jenny over her shoulder. Barb held her with one arm pressing her shoulders into Barb's waist. She had pulled Jenny's skirt up and pulled her panties down. The struggling was easing but Barb still took the time to spank Jenny's bare butt. I made a V gesture to Debbie. She smiled and nodded to Barb. She grinned back. Jenny was lifted by Debbie and I, her panties were stripped right off then she was placed so her snatch was right up at Barb's mouth while her head was straight over Barb's pussy. 'You've got a gorgeous pussy Jen," Barb told her encouragingly and in a little voice, close to surrendering, her friend asked, 'Do I Barb?" "Yes you do naughty girl," her voice was deeper, commanding. 'Sorry Barbie." Barb hated us saying that word- no the other one 'Barbie'- but with Jenny she just rubbed her butt affectionately and said it was OK. We let her down easing her off Barb to lie on the floor. "Ooh I need to get undressed," she declared in horror. We watched as she virtually tore her clothes off in her haste to get naked. I just stared in wonder but Debbie watched with that knowing smile like someone who knows ten moves before he does it that Korzakov the Russian Grand Master will move queens rook to G6, kings knight to D5 and his hapless victim will hold his head in his hands as he is forced to knock his king over and accept defeat. Yes, a bloody know all. "You're an obedient girl at heart, aren't you Jenny?" Debbie asked gently. "Yes Ma'am," Jen replied looking at the floor. "Look up please" Debbie told her sharply. "It's rude not to let people see your eyes Jenny." 'Sorry Ma'am, sorry everyone." She replied, totally subdued. 'Come here." She went to Debbie to be hugged. The curtains were pulled back and I finally saw (that's curtains in the metaphorical sense not the letting the neighbors see in one) Jenny was starved of affection and now she had been overpowered she revealed her true self. Right then she was sobbing on Debbie's shoulder. I took the break for a chance to talk to Barb. "Your turn tonight doll, how do you feel?" She gave me a rueful little smile and for the moment she was my little Barb again. I hugged her, squeezing her tight and she hugged back- quite a bit harder. "I'm scared but I so want to do it. You were amazing yesterday. My God he hit so hard. He was grunting. Did you know that?" "Really?" I asked, dying to hear her say it again. "Yes, really." She kissed the tip of my nose and we were back to being sister slaves. We made a big fuss of Jenny, the three of us and the two dominant personalities were my Barb and Debbie. Elaine, I knew, wanted to help and pass on her knowledge but she wanted someone else in control, so did I and so, I was picking, did Jenny. She had been hugged by Debbie but her first love was Barb and once Barb and I had finished she put her arms out to ask the question. Barb hugged her of course and we all got down on the floor (slaves do not sit on the Master's furniture (even if one of them bought it when he was twelve) seated cross legged in a circle with our arms out of the way. "Jenny we're not sluts,OK?" Jenny nodded the relief obvious. She would have done it. For Barb she would have humiliated herself. It must be love. "We are giving everything we have to Dean if he will have us as his slaves. We are his to do with as he wishes." Jenny nodded and a delighted smile came over her face. "In the house we are naked," Debbie continued," you and I are hoping to be accepted. Barb, Vonnie and her mom Elaine are Dean's slaves already and how is it Vonnie?" I turned to Jenny. "Better than anything I could imagine Jenny sweet heart. I don't worry, I don't panic anymore. My life is run by Dean and I love it. I had my first punishment last night and I have never had so much pain but when he stopped, well I didn't want him too. I can still feel my butt and my pussy and I love it." "Do you think he might want me?" she asked finally. "I'm sure he will, you too Debbie but we had better prepare you for the presentation Jen," I told her and with that we were on our feet and into the bathroom. Every last hair on her body was shaved off she was showered, oiled, made up had her hair styled and suddenly she was glamorous. She knew it too, her head was up, she carried herself proudly and she had the look of a woman who knows she's beautiful. She belonged. Elaine was home next. She had driven naked over from her place and rushed down to give us a hug and show us all the things she had bought. Dean had rung her and given her the names of the three new girls who were going to join his Harem: Debbie, Jenny and Margaret. "He's bringing Margaret," she paused as you do when everyone is hanging on your every word ", she's his-" "Photography Course Tutor!" I blurted out. The 'Light Meter' Ch. 02 "She's hot," Barb told us, sounding thoughtful. "Will she fit in with us babe?' Elaine asked as she quietly fingered her pussy. "I guess. Anyway it's not our call it's Dean's." She had brought some 'things' but we weren't allowed to see until Dean got home, presumably with Margaret. We were dying to know what they were but we weren't allowed to and that was that. In the meantime we had things to do so Dean's house was perfect for him. He got in around seven and we heard her read the sign out. Twice. "Guess I'm female so I'd better get naked. Do I call you Master now Dean?" "Yes Pet. Come on through and meet the others." He had stripped off too and the gorgeous cock swayed as he walked towards us. She followed looking so in love with him. "Margaret this is Slave Elaine, this is Slave Vonnie, you know Slave Barb and these must be?" 'Master these are Debbie from my work and Barb's friend Jenny," I told him respectfully. We all hugged and the three new girls were moved to the table. All three were turned on just by being with him. I couldn't her what he was saying to them but suddenly all three were lying on their backs on the table with their legs up and fingering themselves furiously. He poked his hard cock deep into Margaret and she groaned with pleasure. His skill was so impressive now. At the time of our Photo Shoot it was just enthusiasm and youthful vigor but now, he was so skilled at fucking. She orgasmed and he moved on to Jenny. He stroked her cheek and she looked adoringly at him as his cock slid smoothly up her vagina. 'Try to close your vagina on Master's cock," he told her. She must have got the trick because he smiled and said "Good girl" to her. She too went to orgasm. He pulled out and moved to Debbie. His cock slid straight in to the hilt as she did her best to please him. "Debbie, you're so tense," he told her, smiling. 'I know Dean. I so want to be your Slave Dean and I know I have to accept what comes but it's hard sometimes." "You are my Slave," he told her ", did you think you might not have been? You are too Slave Jenny and Slave Margaret. I will do my best to look after you and give you happy contented lives. You know about boundaries and so on Slave Jenny and Slave Margaret?" "We know what they are Master but we do not know exactly what they are in your House Master," Jenny replied from her place on the table. "You'll find out darling Slave." We could see the glow from here. "Right. Collars. I've got new collars, for all of you so kneel in a line and I will put them on." The top Slave was at the left and so Barb knelt there, in her rightful place, Debbie knelt at her right, then Elaine, me, Margaret and Jenny. All of us held our hair out of the way and tilted our heads up so Master could put our new collars on us and all of us glowed once our collar had been secured. "How does that feel Slave Jenny?" Master asked softly. "Oh I love it Master," she gushed back then blushed at what she had done. "I want the truth always Jenny. Don't try and hide or pretend you like something if you don't. Be my honest little slave girl. That goes for everyone here, understood?" 'Yes Master," we chorused happily. "Now, a few more things. As Vonnie and you old hands know I have been learning the ropes as it were with being a Master and there are some changes needed here. Eating I've got Elaine to pick up bowls for you. One is for your water while the other is for your food. Your bowls will be on the floor." He paused and watched us take it in. I went over to help Elaine. She did the food bowls and I did the water then we placed them for each slave side by side on the floor. The others had stayed where they were and we went we went back to stand with them. Barb and I had been doing it of course but secretly; now we got to point our little pink assholes at him and eat from our bowls while he watched. "Slaves you may eat and drink," Master was smiling as he watched. We got to our knees leaned forward knowing we had our asses open for him and hoping he might give our own one a caress. He stroked all of us and we glowed trying to get our butts that little bit higher and our knees that little bit further apart. I got straight into it while others struggled , moving the bowls round, getting their noses in the water, choking on their food like real novices while Barb and I sailed on serenely, a lap or two here, a bite of the meal, another lap or two of the water. "Barb and Vonnie," we tensed ", for first timers you seem remarkably at ease eating like this. Have you been practicing?" He had that Master's amused tone to his question but he hadn't asked us to speak so we both carried on to finish our meal then moved back a little from our bowls and rested our foreheads on the floor to signify we had finished and, far more importantly, to make sure our asses were still there for him to see. Mine was still marked from my thrashing so I hoped he was enjoying it. As if he could read my mind he chose that moment to come over and toy our asses. He stroked my cheeks feeling the dents from his work the previous night. ""Must have been painful," he commented as his fingers traced a groove on my butt. "I loved it Master," I answered thrilling to his touch and wanting his fingers to go to my pussy. They did but only for a little while and he was fingering Elaine then onto the others. I didn't mind; I treasured the feel of his fingers on me and we had to share. There were six of us and one of him. The others finished and knew to lick the floor around their bowls clean so now there were six foreheads touching the floor. We heard him clapping. "My God you are all so adorable." (Well, hot/sexy/gorgeous/erotic might have been better but we knew what he meant and when we got to our feet we were smiling and Jenny was blushing. Now it was time for Master's dinner and we old hands went about preparing the meal, goulash on a bed of rice- one of his old favorites, followed by hot chocolate pudding and whipped cream. He played along and sat at his place at the head of the table. "Slave Margaret, you can serve, we have a costume for you," I told her indulgently and her face lit up while Jenny and Donna looked glumly at the floor. Barb took Margaret, who had a real spring in her step now, down to our room to get ready. 'Now let me look at you." I stepped back to look at the two side by side. Smiling, as if I had made my mind up on some momentous decision, I spoke. "Up on the table please Slave Debbie." She gave me the head on an angle look- then she clicked. Jenny didn't have a clue but she suspected something was up. When Donna lay across the table with her head dangling off the edge and her hands behind her neck she twigged too. Margaret had just come back out with the maid's cap expecting her moment of glory when she saw she'd been trumped. "Bitches!" she spat out but she had a huge grin on her face and like a good little naked maid she served the meal. It was hot but Debbie managed not to make a sound as he cut his meat and skewered it on her tummy. He toyed with her pussy as he ate and I saw the expression on her face change from intense concentration to sheer pleasure. Jenny was spellbound. She edged round to see Debbie's face then back to see how master was toying with her. No sooner had Slave Margaret cleared the table, by hooking a hand under each arm pit and dragging her, off the thing than she had parked her bare butt on it and wriggled into the exact position. Chocolate pudding can be quite hot, this one had cooled a little but it did have a bite and newbie Jenny let go a gasp as we smiled indulgently wishing to fuck it was us in her place. Master settled her with some expert pussy fiddling and thirty seconds of the dangling face smiling later Master's dinner jerked as the plate had her orgasm. After dinner it was time for Barb to be disciplined. Jenny was horrified and wanted to plead for her to Master but Barb told her it had to happen and even though she was scared she was looking forward to it. She was bound with her forearms horizontal, the same as me, then he got her to lie on the table and trussed her there. Same result with her ass sticking out and her pussy pulled open by the splay of her legs. Margaret and I held Jenny's hands as we waited. He started with a paddle but the thwacks were louder than I remembered and her body was jolted back much more than I was. After each stroke Barb's ass was that much redder and she gave the 'thank you Master may I have another' chant I had given. He switched to the cane and the voice started to strain. Finally she was down to a gasp and then she had nothing. "Mercy Master," she pleaded. He gave her a dozen more and after the sixth she couldn't speak but had to lie there and take them. She got six of the plastic ruler swats on her clit and screamed in pain with each one. When he had finished he stood over her. "You are my slave Barb. You will do what ever I tell you." Her eyes flickered open. She looked up adoringly at him then lowered her eyes and managed," yes master." When she was untied just like me she threw herself into his arms needing his reassurance and closing her eyes as she felt his strong arms squeezing her tight. Just like me. Jenny was beside herself of course and Master chose her next. She was trussed the same but her endurance was nothing like Barb's. He took her to her limit then past it and when he stood over her to said "You are my slave Jenny and will do what ever I tell you." No one could doubt the sincerity of the shaky little voice which said "yes Master." She too threw herself into his arms wanting to hear him tell her how proud he was of her and how glad he was to have her as has Slave. Then, when he released her she had stumbled over to Barb whom she quite clearly adored. As I watched them I thought about the rest of us, we hadn't paired as yet. Debbie was with me from work but we did fellow slaves wanting to be slaves together not particularly need to be lovers. If I'm going to be honest I had thought it would be Barb and me as an item with other slaves coming in as Master wanted without actually affecting us so I was just the teensiest little bit jealous of Jenny as I watched her cuddling into Barb and demanding all her attention. It meant I had to find a lover and I was suddenly acutely aware that the four young ones, Jenny, Margaret, Debbie and Barb were a generation away from me. All of them with no wrinkles, endless stamina and firm bodies. So who did that leave? Funnily enough it left the woman who came over to stand behind me as I stood on my own and put her arms around me. I turned in her embrace and then I was hugging her back. A desperate hugging between two women who had spent lifetimes avoiding allowing anyone to get too close and were now anxious to catch up. We hadn't been close once I grew out of girlhood. Now we were slaves together and naked together as well. We had exposed not just our bodies but our minds to each other and we both knew we had wasted decades pretending. Of course I fucking loved her. I used to dream of kissing her when I was growing up. Really kissing that is not just pecks on the cheek. So now we were locked in our feverish embrace kissing each other frantically lost in our own little world. She spoke first. "I love you my darling Vonnie." And I could feel the tears just welling up in my eyes. Unstoppable. I could see her eyes filling too and we looked at each other with silly smiles on our faces as our tears told each other how bitterly we regretted what we had done all those fucking years. It wasn't her fault or mine; it was how one was expected to behave. In the end we wiped each others' tears and stood in the nicest gentlest cuddle we had ever had. I looked around- Master had slipped out, Jenny and Barb were pashing away like crazy and Margaret was having a tongue duel with Debbie. Master came back soon after in his suit looking utterly gorgeous. "I'm off my gorgeous Slaves, more lectures and practicals at Grand Master's residence so I will see you all in the morning. Now my orders are for you to please each other. If it's offered; don't refuse. If it's wanted don't refuse. No one is to be left out or allowed to feel unwanted or unloved because you are all very much loved by me." Six women stared up at him adoringly. "Yes Master. Thank you Master," we all chanted in unison. Once he had gone we all stood together feeling terrible. We had paired thinking of ourselves not of the others. If the harem was going to survive, and we spent a lot more time with each other than in Master's presence, we had to learn to love one and other or the cliques would form and the whole thing would fall apart. The three new slaves were wonderful. All of them different in looks and personality but all terrific women in their own right. It made me feel so proud that these girls were as committed to Dean as we were. All of us, though, were suddenly tongue tied and we continued the silent standing. Margaret it was who spoke. "In case anyone doesn't know ; I'm Master's Tutor on his Photography course. And I'm madly in love with him." She blushed and we moved in to her. 'I don't know you girls yet but I want to. This whole thing is incredible and it's up to us to make it permanent or we all go home." Suddenly we were all talking at once. Someone, Jenny I think, pulled on Elaine's hand as she sat so Elaine sat and as she did she pulled on Debbie's and Debbie pulled on my hand and I pulled on Margaret's. We kissed and hugged rolling over each other, kissing for thirty seconds or thereabouts, then moving to the nest partner and kissing her for thirty seconds. It moved on to sixty nining and we came for each other. I came for Jenny, Barb came for Donna, Elaine came for Margaret, Margaret came for me and so on. And not just once. Then we lay together and shared. We talked on into the night sharing things about ourselves we hadn't dare let anyone know before. Well we could now; we were slaves, someone's' possession. What need does a possession have of privacy? About twelve thirty I went to the kitchen, filled the water bowls, put some more food in the food bowls and asked if anyone was feeling peckish. Strangely enough they all were. We agreed there was no point in all of us eating together with no one to check out our asses so we went in two lots of three. I was in the first lot and my mother's fingers were in my butt driving me mad as I tried to feed like the good little slave I was trying to be. After we took turns on the toilet then paired for showers and it was time for bed. That was something I hadn't given much thought to but I found from Debbie that we were actually doing it all wrong. The thing is a slave doesn't sleep on a bed; she sleeps on the floor. The next morning I stayed home from work and organized for the beds (apart from my old one which was now Dean's) to be taken away for the Salvation Army Op Shop) then ordered a sheet of foam plastic cut to fit the bigger of the other two bedrooms, arranged for it to be covered in vinyl and delivered to the door. I was clothed at the door and stripped off at the sign before dragging it through to the bedroom and spreading it out on the floor.It looked wonderful but it was going to be awfully sticky to sleep on. I got two of my king size sheets and spread them out them tossed some pillows down and the possibilities became very obvious. I did try some innocent lying on the floor in various positions with my legs spread and managed to have the first orgasm on the new floor covering. Each of the others gushed (in some cases literally) over the new sleeping arrangements and once we were all together we had a trial run with us all on the floor. As I expected we moved round changing partners and the old fear of us pairing off looked to have been broken. Elaine had also been busy and she gave us a lecture on the importance of enemas in our lives as slaves. Picking Margaret and Debbie she demonstrated the Enema stand she had purchased that day. It was just a pole on a stand with a cross beam off which were half a dozen hooks. I t could have been and probably was intended to be used as a coat rack but she insisted it was the last word in enema stands and who were we to argue especially as we all loved having enemas. We were done in two lots of three which was just as well as it's kill or be killed when you near the squat and let go stage with one toilet to get to. The subject of showers was raised and it was pointed out that an obedient slave always has cold showers- never hot. That was what we had done although we had been guilty of some back sliding. We ended up compromising having a cold shower then getting a warm up to finish. Well cold only just seemed the perfect way to have us all down with chills doing the cold water only routine and we all worked so we had to be healthy to keep doing that. Dean went through his training at The Grand Master's mansion and every time we saw him he was more like a master and less like my Dean. He ran the house as Master now and that, as it turned out, was the beginning of the end. It wasn't his fault but try as we might we were never going to be anything other than independent women playing at being submissive. We could be submissive for a time, and it was neat, but we couldn't do it- not all the time. I think he picked it before we did although that was possibly because we were trying not to admit it was happening and he became a lot friendlier and less masterly than he had been. We got more fucks from him too which we loved but it was one guy with six adoring women not one Master with six obedient sex slaves. So in the end we girls had a session and we came to the less than blinding realization that what we loved, really loved ,was our relationship. The six of us I mean. We loved each other. Each of us bought something by way of our personalities and our absence made the others feel that much poorer. Not only that but we all loved lesbian sex and I have to say we were, shall I say, at well past post grad standard in all aspects of that. The result of all this was that Dean returned all the finances to me and the girls then a few days later after one final meal with the main course served on me and the dessert served on Barb he left us. We had replaced him with our group.The Grand Master visited us and tried to get us to switch to him. We told him to fuck off. It was no more than a week into our girls only lives that Margaret had the idea of giving other women and girls the chance to partake in our lifestyle. We simply invited women we knew to join us for a night or a weekend. They got a thirty second clip of what we got up to so they knew what to expect. All of them wanted to do it and the waiting list is currently thirty one weeks long. Other groups have formed, modeled on ours, and we visit each other regularly. We visit Dean too although we are respectably dressed when we go to see him and his partner Tina. Margaret took a long time to get over that. He was seeing Tina well before we finally called it quits and I have a mistrust of him because of that which won't go away. And that's my life. Weird? Oh God yes. Do I regret one second of it? Oh fuck no. The thing is you get just so many hours and minutes and it's up to you how you use them. I wasted so many until that evening Barb and I got Dean to believe the Light Meter story and my life since then has been so fulfilling. I'm so much stronger too having been a slave. We all are although we still love to strip naked at the sign, eat our food from bowls on the floor and sleep on padded mats. The 'Light Meter' 'Got that Dean?" I asked feigning impatience, "that's a very sensitive part of a woman's body, as you should know, its not fair on Barb to have to endure that for too long." He snapped away like mad again as she said in the voice of a woman enduring great hardship, " Oh its OK Mom, I can manage, just a bit longer for Dean, " and the little Madam pushed her pussy forward a bit. I leaned forward, pulled her lips right apart and started licking her. She tasted so nice and I got my tongue deep in her entrance, up over her pee hole and back up to clit. I brought my head up. "Oh, one thing," I said. "Yeah, I mean yes Mom? "Maybe if barb didn't mind we could get one of me pushing my tongue at her asshole. Would you mind Barb honey?" "Oh, oh well I guess not, do you want me to kneel with my ass up in the air," she asked as a professional model would. "Um, ah yeah," he said, commandingly- not. She turned away from me and knelt with her ass in the air then spread her knees as wide as she could. "OK, now maybe a few shots of Barb just like that?" I knelt behind her and pushed my tongue in her asshole, holding the pose then I turned on my back, propped myself up on my elbows and tilted my face up to give him a shot of my tongue going from her slit to her asshole and back with my legs spread in a nice wide V as well. 'Oh excuse me Dean, Barb is a beautiful young woman and I think it might be nice if you were to say some nice things about her body, a girl likes to hear she's beautiful, don't we hon?" She nodded, ever the martyr,"yes it is nice to hear but if Dean's embarrassed I don't mind, it is kinda nice though..." 'Oh sorry Barb," he managed,"Gosh you've got such a stunning body its-" "Good enough to fuck?" She asked over her shoulder. She was in charge now, damn! She had stood up and moved closer to him her eyes locked on his as she toyed as provocatively as she could with her pussy.He was putty in her hands and he nodded and managed,"Uh huh." Her hand reached for his shaft and she gripped it and pulled him towards her. "I want that, in here." she patted her pussy,"now!" He put the camera down carefully (Thank God!) and put his arm round her. She tilted her face up and waited for him to kiss her. He did and I watched as they had a big open mouthed kiss. As they stood there she held his cock , stroked it a few times and positioned it at her wet entrance. She smiled at him and gave a wink. She didn't need to; he felt his tip just inside her pussy and pushed up. It slid all the way up into her and she looked over his shoulder at me and gave me the roll your eyes oh goodness I am enjoying this look them went back to kissing him.I moved up behind him and pressed my boobs against his back, he squirmed rubbing against them and I slipped my hand down to his cute but and slipped a finger in his butt hole. "All guys like it when a girl puts her finger in his butt honey ," I hissed in his ear. He had tensed then relaxed and he wriggled his butt a little, obviously enjoying what he was feeling. I took my finger out and pulled on his shoulder. "Hey, not fair," I protested," I want some of that." My hand slipped round to his cock and gripped the shaft- oh yes it was a good size. Barb grinned at me and nodded doing the roll your eyes look for me again. He turned and I put my arms around him and angled my face up dying to have his tongue in my mouth. He pushed it in and I let him dominate in the kiss hanging on his neck and opening my eyes to give him adoring looks. He stooped a little, Barb was down there and she had pulled him down to get his tip at my very wet entrance then patted his butt. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth as his cock went all the way in to my pussy. I pushed my thighs wider trying to get more of my son's big cock in there. He stood and I rotated my hips working my vagina on his cock. He brought it right down then thrust it back up inside me. We were now standing with my head resting on his shoulder as he fucked me. Barb stood side on to us , her body touching ours, and we shared a three mouthed kiss, his tongue in her mouth then in mine and mine in hers and so on. I heard him groan.He was going to come. I reached down and pulled his cock out of me then pulled on Barb's hand for her to kneel next to me. We squatted side by side with our mouths open looking up at him. We both licked our lips as we waited. It didn't take long, two strokes and he took his hand off so we could watch as it got ready to spurt. His tip was resting on my tongue and I felt his first squirt as his sweet hot cum hit my tongue. I squeezed his tip and turned his shaft to be in Barb's mouth- on her tongue and watched as he spurted all over it. I swallowed my lot down, licked his cock clean, then gave him a dirty girl look and turned to Barb who still had her mouth wide open with his cum on display. She got up a bit higher and I lay back with my mouth under hers.Her face tilted down and the cum formed a sort of long string as it left her lips. The end reached my tongue and she closed her mouth making her bit leave her lips and the lot fell onto my tongue. I held it in there and we stood to have a cum swap session before we each swallowed some down, then we grinned at him and opened our mouths really wide for him. We stayed nude after that, his cock went down, not all the way, I was pleased to note and my children agreed that it was far more natural and honest for us to be nude like this than clothed and if a part of our body reveals what we're really thinking, well that's just honest, isn't it? If someone turns you on, isn't that the honest reaction and shouldn't that person get to know what you really feel about them? As long as you were in a relationship of trust with them? They went off to share their shower together and I went back to my ironing, I'd have a shower soon enough but right now I just wanted to remember the feel of his cock inside me. He had reacted well to my finger I recalled, wonder how he'd go with a strap on, her too. I heard them laughing in the shower, next time maybe I thought, maybe next time.